cybrhellz

jai ၄၃ 18 ၄၃ she/her ၄၃ rules ၄၃

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most recent fic… aki gets jealous

she has no justifications to split you from gojo, knowing that itll never be her and the smile from your face she had never seen in years telling her to let you go.

original ask... 2.3k wc , f!reader

your breath was hoarse, like you were contemplating if this was really worth it between each pause of your chest rising. a soft, ghost smile that you huffed as dozens of foamy—empty beer cups counted for you how many times you drank. you could barely keep yourself up, himeno and aki’s heads already laid on the table being outbested. 

himeno drooled in content, not even worried that she dropped out of the race, whilst aki blushed from the alcohol, half-lidded eyes that yearned to dream—kept awake by a thought.

makima raised her hand again to the bartender asking for another, as you sat there with your hands fisted at your thighs, body barely in sync with your mind as you wobbled in your own thoughts. her same lifeless smile and eyes devoid of real light, grinning for more.

your head circled, tasting your own lips and using the back of your hand to wipe off drool, raising your hand for another one and stealing a breaded, bite-sized piece of chicken off of power’s plate as she protested. makima’s eyes lingered on you, watching you almost fall apart before the next round of alcohol came.

you ate another piece, the two fingers used to place it in your mouth still outlined at your lips as you talked, hiccuping between sentences, “i just.. really–hic— feel like.. winning today.”

face and body buzzing with warmth, only left with your dress shirt and tie from public safety, suit folded in your lap. you weren’t one to exactly keep your alcohol, but you weren’t horrible at it.

something about you ticked aki off.

he doesn’t usually dislike anyone, unless they're coming to public safety for reasons too ambitious and bigger than them. he tried his best to keep people away from this type of work if he saw that they had a bright future ahead of them.

 maybe his reasons were a bit selfish, but he wouldn’t wish this line of work on anyone. aki couldn’t stop them, but the most he could do was warn or prevent it.

aki was different, though. he didn’t mind if he died as a result of it, as long as he could touch his goals.

now that he’s saying it out loud, it sounds a bit contradictory.

you took a big swig out of the massive glass in front of you, pondering if you could even make it out without passing on the spot.

you’re not really ill-mannered, he actually finds you a bit kinder than most, even if you don’t show it.

you exhaled loudly as the glass slammed on the table, body satisfied, but your mind—barely.

he doesn’t even know why you’re doing this, either.

you hummed softly, eager to go straight home, even if you were going there stumbling.

so then, why?

you raised a hand to your mouth, eyes relaxing as you let out a slight burp, “i can’t, anymore. i’m more than done,” raising your flag defeatedly as makima nodded and asked for the bill.

does the sight of you make him feel so irritated?

the sleeves of your suit were held up as your arm slid through. countless amounts of empty beer glasses filled the table, showing the share all of you competed for.

he knew it was wrong to stare at you, even if you didn’t notice, at your own drunkenness. but no one has made him feel this stumped, and his curiosity peaked.

why are you even here?

a part of him wishes you weren’t.

aki’s face flushed, in annoyance and out of his drunken state of mind, pout forming. your slurred voice, delayed hands. it just made him feel so ticked off at you, and he felt a bit guilty he didn’t have a proper reason why.

he grumbled lowly to himself, letting sleep get the better of him rather than his own thoughts as his eyelids slowly flickered in and out of reality, still staring at your direction as a blurry image of you standing up became his last memory before slumber.

aki’s vision gradually regained as he looked down at the pavement, being slumped over someone’s shoulder as low voices came back into his mind and became ambience.

his first thought crept up on him, “have i really been asleep for that long?”

before he knew it, he was already being dragged the opposite direction, and those voices and several footsteps faded away into the night. all he could do was embrace the person holding him up, letting his heavy eyes glide shut.

aki couldn’t even escape you in his dreams.

there you were again, same stupid smile like always, as he just sat there and observed in his own dream. you were just his subordinate, nothing else. yet you haunted him like you were some vengeful spirit.

he could count the number of times you’ve bugged him without doing anything, but do you even know he exists?

he pretends like he doesn’t care, he pretends that what he sees doesn’t bug him. how you smile so gleefully to others yet treat him so formal. aki joined public safety for an entirely different reason, but he can’t help but think..

are you the type to like him back?

are you the type that likes being fingered slow and painful, or fast until you're dumb?

his breath collapses, teeth grit.

your hand squeezed urgently on his wrist, enough to make him comply—as you watched him fondle your plump breast. light squeezes being tested over tense fabric like if what he was doing was real. soft eyes hidden with something sinister and vulgar as you made him test the waters, slowly as your composure brittled at each squeeze that was from him.

aki’s hand slid unwillingly from the hem of your shirt and upwards, hiking and wrinkling your shirt to reveal your bra—with a generous amount of cleavage. breast spilling out of his hand as he witnessed the sight firsthand. your breast responds to the force, squished and examined with soft, yet stern fingers.

“i don’t like waiting too long.” you bit your inner lip lightly, letting his hand free as his fingers brushed the surface and held your cup, earning a soft whine—“you know that, right aki?”

his eyes widened as he snapped back to reality, almost shaking the bed with his sudden wake. pants suddenly feeling tighter than ever, sweating from head to toe as he couldn’t shake the hot feeling that stung his face. aki liked sleeping on his side for the most part, so then what felt so soft?

your hair stared him in the face as his arm wrapped around you, his position being stuck in place as he couldn’t help but lightly feel what he was grappling at.

soft, plush, warm skin directly cupped in his hands—globe-like. too familiar with what he had experienced in his own dreams.

he holds his own breath as yours stutters at the unusual movement, blinking yourself awake as the stiff presence tried to conceal themselves as your drowsiness made him subtle, but not enough.

your bra strap flipped down, an unknown hand making itself company and resting between your cup and acting as its replacement, pervertedly shying itself away in hopes you’d just forget about it.

your voice soft, body tense, like you’re afraid to comprehend it,

“aki?”

—-----

it’s slow, almost lazy, yet so rewarding when he slammed the deepest he could. like he was trying to pound his shape into you.

your top bundled at your stomach as his needy hands worked for something to play with from behind, grazing your nipples with a fingernail—aki’s breaths, exhausted from being so held up in ear shot as he forced you to look at what was in front of you.

nothing. the floor, the walls, he really didn’t care. as long as your cunt made him pulse so snug into you he just wished he could make you his.

you can’t be formal with him anymore after engaging with him like this.

aki did all the work, just letting you sit on your side and take it all.

every last inch.

your head lost balance, only focusing on the shoulder it let carry its weight as you drooled with your mouth open. you couldn’t even keep it closed, for god’s sake.

his hand gripped on your breast for support and for clarity. your breast felt softer, realer, warm than his dream. aki could feel each gasp for air you took when he would unexpectedly change pace just to see you react. the ripples of your ass when he made harsh contact, his wandering fingers giving a slight pinch just to see you flinch at it. it was all so unreal to him.

yet aki couldnt chase away the feeling of jealousy that spiraled in his mind,

did he really have to drill his name onto you, just so no one else can even try with you?

it didn’t seem like such a bad idea, after all.

he pressed you down, your leg sprawled as his hips remained in brutal contact, his eyes silk and gentle as he drew breath on your ear—hot air and the slight graze of his teeth. velvety walls clamping him at each slap that filled the room and made it hot, his breaths rapid and choked as your mixture of arousal began to slick and pool at his abdomen.

your dry mouth could barely find the words, “aki, hnnm—”

soft cries came from your mouth, the corner of your lip still drooled as aki let you hear your own moans without intervention. he was so unnecessarily quiet, like he let his actions speak for themselves rather than smother you with dirty talk. 

shameful possession, like he didn’t know what to do with himself having all of you. aki knows he shouldn’t be this greedy, but he was incapable of snapping himself off of this addiction.

he flips you over, harsh, on your stomach as he spreads the inner side of your ass. your puffy cunt glistens, a dollop of slick sits at your entrance and drips down— waiting for his arrival. you look back at him, his thumb still spreading you apart, whining at his leaky tip lining itself up and throwing your head down.

“was this real?” aki’s mind begged for answers, savoring the sight,

“is this real?”

cool air kisses his cock, and languidly slides itself like it belonged there.

“shit,” your voice cuts off as your tiny hole accommodates for his length all over again. pulsing dick being sinked deeper and deeper until it disappears like it was never there, having you scrambling at the mattress.

you could feel him nudging himself in you, eyebrows scrunched and concentrated like he could fold at any moment.

he groans, low.

your legs, split at his hot body—aki’s arms looming over you, serving as a reminder that you can’t go.

he can’t let you, not like this.

his pelvis rocks at a tedious pace, drilling himself into you—soft moans being earned at every spot he achieves, your head couldn’t even keep itself up, being buried onto the bed. 

aki’s head hangs low, tossing and turning at the crashing pleasure, bangs drooped down at gravity as his shoulders flex unconsciously. knees deep as your legs bend at his thighs, shadow dropped over you with his arms pin straight.

your nails dug into the sheets, balance wobbly as your back arched to connect him, thrusts pushing your body in waves—pussy being rigorously trained to obey. each slap rocking the bed as your legs quiver and limp, hands grasping the sheets, a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

“[n-name]—”

up until now, aki had been pretty quiet for someone who was feverishly rocking his swollen tip until you’d go numb.

he hated expressing.

he felt like he could explode at the stimulation, no less speak.

but your name just rolled off of his tongue, is all. your sweet, sweet name that imprinted in his head until that was all he could think of.

“is this what you feel like?” aki’s cheeks burn, unable to see your face directly—beginning to regret the position he chose.

his legs shift, pinning you down and locked at your hips, bent, as his head almost kisses yours—startled cute whines crawling out of you as your own body tried to do the same at the stimulation.

aki’s arm flexes at your neck, almost like he was intentionally keeping you in place to take it correctly, squeezing at your throat as he holds your head up with that single arm. buring himself at the hilt at an alarming rate, streaking the sheets wet with your own fluids.

“don’t look at them like that.” aki talks the same way he always does, calm, collected, he never wastes his breath.

“just me.”

you cry at your own orgasm and his guiding praise, a bolt of pleasure electrifying your touch—you knew it was coming, yet it crashes the same way you couldn’t get used to. his flushing tip digs hard, the slight curve of his base hooking.

aki freezes, a choked groan, as you're held still until your cunt lets out beads of cum and feels every last sappy, hot spurt that pulses out. he lets go of you, sticky rivulets of seed still linked as it snaps in an instant, the rest spread all the way down his base—you reflexively arch up for more, legs twitching and basically begging for more.

aki relinquishes the sight once more, your dewy, shiny pussy acting on its own and milking at nothing, barely remembering what it was like without him stretching it out until it felt raw.

it was so wrong for him to think of you like this.

but at least now he has a reason to never let go.

@cybrhellz : i'm having intense writer's block so sorry couldn't write once a week like i used to, enjoy this longer version of reader getting put in a pronebone headlock by drunk aki

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YES YES YES!!!! opened my eyes anon ilysm

i also do aki asks just because i love him so much and he makes me wet 👅👅👅

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18+ , cock worship at the end , face fucking , deep throat , size kink , car sex , oral m!receiving , f!masturbation , fwb , wc .. 848

original ask

roommate!geto suguru x f!reader

geto’s hand pressed you in closer, forcing you to feel the veins that sprouted from the base of his dick. you sat there, on your knees in the passenger seat—his parted legs framing you.

pants unbuckled just enough for his dick to spring out, as the occasional tear came down your face; your gags that just made his cock slip in so easily.

it would’ve been easier for you to take it all in if his dick wasn’t so big, you could feel your jaw getting sorer each second.

wet sounds creeped in the car, his car that just a second ago you were sitting in—perfectly fine until it wasn’t. tongue slotting in his cock so roughly, reaching the back of your throat as you reflexively tighten with a gag—geto’s hips stuttering at your pretty slick mouth squeezing him so tight.

you couldn’t help but just let him fuck your throat, you didn’t even have to move anything, just let him help himself and shove your head down until your saliva ridden lips felt the base of his dick.

pre leaked out of his fat cockhead as you swallowed it all up against your own will as your mouth mumbled out of protest—how on fire your cunt felt, untouched as your eyes closed.

wetness stained your panties, holding still as he brutally assaulted your throat, has he lost his mind? you were gonna go crazy in this parking lot at the dead end of night, you still had to go to a party because you needed a ride—and you’re still fucking with your roommate.

saliva spilled down your lips, dribbling down your chin as you couldn’t make a sound; his heavy breaths and the soft smacks of your lip and tongue made the car feel so dirty. geto could just cum at any second now, your submission, the way your face heated and just took it—even when you clearly couldn’t was enough for him to land his seed at the back of your throat.

you looked up, eyes focused on him as he bounced the back of your head up and down—tears welling up in your hungry eyes again as your glazed lips made him feel nothing short of heavenly.

you could barely breathe, his savage cycle giving you no room for air as his cock did you no favors, constantly feeling the bottom of his shaft brush against your tongue. soft whines that sounded like quiet begs every time he tested your limits felt like music to his ears.

geto grunted, coy grin across his lips as he could barely keep his cool—“quiet now, are we?”

you choked, not a single coherent word coming out of you as his grip to your hair tightened, mouth nuzzling to his base as his light, pretty black trim trailed up to his stomach—your throat bulging out the outline of his cock. he ran through his hairline with his hand, pitch black hair being pushed back as a twitch settled on his lip.

“poor you. can’t take all of this, can’t you?” geto smiled, a mix of cockiness and amusement staring you down as he watched your eyes widen at his length—leaving you seconds longer at the base on purpose, your soft, parted, glossy lips, a sight he always liked to see.

his fingers spread to the back of your head, shoving you harder as your nails dug at the thigh of his jeans. spit drew down your chin as you let out soft gasps of air, mouth instantly split in a matter of seconds—your eyes wet and glassy as geto bit his lip.

geto’s thrusts caved in, more stuttered than the last as he relished in your pleasurable conditions, your doe eyes still concentrated at his face as he sat in the front seat—hums of the warm bulbs above that barely worked, lightly illuminating everything surrounding it.

a couple lasting pushes of the head and it completely sent him. eyes low and hardly focused on your face as a groan from the back of his throat made geto stop in his tracks—cock still nestled as far as it could go as heavy stocks of cum spilled down your throat.

all you could do was gulp it down greedily, not leaving a single drop to waste as you embarrassingly fluttered your eyes shut.

geto’s hips bucked, trails of seed not even making it to the tongue—harsh sighs of content as his cheeks burst red. fingers curling into your hair, your clothed clit being ferociously rubbed with two digits; soaking wet you could feel it through your tight jean shorts.

he pulled out of your wet mouth, a slap—cock still sensitive and twitching weakly as its weight scaled across your face. geto aimed it with a hand at the base, your shallow breaths crawling out of your lips as you sat there with ruined makeup; eyes barely open and gliding soft kitten licks at the bottom of his shaft. still masturbating, desperately trying to get yourself off at the friction of your jeans.

“you won’t go. you’ll stay with me, actually.”

@cybrhellz : hi hope u liked it , i like doing asks and like and reblog for more shit

you don't need to answer this one but also 🙏 geto... blowjobs... knee deep in the passenger seat... please let the creative vision flow.... that's also amazing.... <33333 (facefucking supremacy. im sorry)

excuse me while i consume literally everything you write and selfishly beg for more geto content bc i love how you write him (!!).

may i please request some fwb!geto/roomiewb!geto, size kink and car sex, because that is literally the best combo icl,, (maybe a classic mustang? I feel like that's should be up to author discretion, but he def has an old car vibe abt him)

yes of course anon.. also thank you for reading my works 🥹🥹

18+ , fingering , squirting , cunnilingus , bloodplay , obsessive love , pussydrunk (and drunk on blood i guess) , knifeplay , service dom geto , he's pathetic and guilty .. wc : 1.3k

vampire!geto suguru x f!reader

you laid so still, still enough you were like a lamb waiting to be killed. soft, bleat eyes, yet you felt it all—the chilling sharp side of the knife sending shivers that coursed through waves and felt like needles.

like he was looking for which way to cut, which place that would spill the most blood to feed him, as if you were just the finest meat that marbled so beautifully like a gem.

geto licked his lips, power and pleasure his slave. he hovered over you knife still in hand, your almost naked body barely covered by your white set that frilled at the ends—white socks slipped on by you.

prettily stained by the edges and the strap of your bra, or a splatter of blood that spanned through the middle of the cup of your bra.

blood seeped in his teeth, each tooth that made a stop had blood around the edges—mouth, smeared in dry crimson, geto couldn’t get enough of it.

your blood was like no other that he fed on, it tasted like the unconditional love of a mother, an angel’s cut on a hand that even then, was but a pinch of what he thought it was.

he licked your wounds so carefully, making sure to hold your hand soft and gentle as blood resurfaced and then washed away by his flat tongue. cherishing it, not worthy of your willingness to comply, your affection, and what made him feel alive.

it was like geto had opened a third eye, the pores on his skin opening and retaining all information from you. energy surged through his veins the more he licked away at your beautiful cherry red cuts, his tongue swiping off on his bloody fangs.

geto didn’t deserve it, this happiness, how greedy he got.

but once he got a taste, he couldn’t stop, stop creating new bite marks when you sleep or make a fresh new cut on your thigh and apologize every single time when he felt guilty.

you can’t leave him, he just needs you so bad, it’s a craving, a need that he knew was so selfish of him to do.

his voice cracked, “‘m sorry, [name]—” geto stared at you directly in the eye, your face paler than before as you felt so sore from the places he slit so welcomingly.

“i promise.. i’ll do whatever makes you feel good.” he slurred, drunk off the cocktail that was the insides that kept you warm. he could barely keep an eye on your face, constantly going in and out—barely keeping his hold on the handle of the knife as he fidgeted with it. dazed.

geto never acted like this, outside of drinking you soulless. his feelings, orchestrated and composed like a song that had crossed out lyrics. you were always the more irrational one in your relationship, that was until curiosity got the better of him—he just couldn’t help but get a taste.

your voice low and sucked out, “make me feel good..” thighs brushing against each other, red still dripping down your body.

he smiled, warm grin blushing his already red cheeks as he propped you up, his finger wedged between your thighs—breaking them apart and licking whatever cuts that were near.

geto hadn’t even touched you yet, but his languid tastes made you go crazy. you squirmed as he held you apart and teased what gave him nourishment. you could feel your arousal spilling out of you and soaking the light layers that barely kept your cunt exposed.

your hand gripped the right side of his hair for support, his eyes vacant as his brain was only occupied with keeping you happy. it’s like he went completely dumb on his own carnal desires and your pretty cunt.

the tips of his fingers worked themselves on your clothed pussy, at the mid of your clit—earning a soft huff as the fabric moved so easily with your slick.

“more.” you quietly demanded, fingers curling in his hair as he looked up—mouth curved into that same stupid smile as geto used the thigh gap in your panties to pull it off to the side.

it felt so weird in the cold air.

easy stripes relaxed over you, from your tiny hole to barely touching your clit. you winced, lip twitching as your eyebrows knit together—in pain and in need of harsh touch. humid breath tickled your sensitive folds, as he ate like he had all the time in the world.

your soaking heat—extracted and lapped up in an instant from his unwavering tongue.

picking up a faster tempo and toning it down in an instant, brutal flicks and slurps coming out of his mouth, and by just a second—barely grazing your clit and running laps around it.

you sobbed, grinding in him helplessly as his unshakable grip made your thigh spill out of his hands, thumb pressed on the edge of his forehead as your legs numbed.

geto went back for more, getting a small taste of the rest of your leaking body as his tongue reached out for your blood—wanting to sink his fangs into you so badly, the tips of it barely peeking through with each mindless huff.

he couldn’t decide what was better, your blood, or the juices that squirted out so succulent and sweet for him.

“right there!—” you cried, head held down as your legs stiffened and dug him further with your unknowingly heavy grip on his hair.

“your s’good, suguuu..” blood dripped down your chest, cuts at your thigh pooling down your stomach—stray pearls sliding down your inner thighs and being licked up in a second.

it stung so hard, you couldn’t decide which pulsed harder in intensity—your clit, or the settling pain ruining your once perfect matching set of undergarments.

your vision; foggy and blurry as your hand let go on accident, body twitching on reflex as your hand hovered then slid right down.

geto groaned in your muffling cunt, eyes entranced in your sappy fluids as his bottom lip moved and brushed your folds—eagerly focusing on your sensitive areas.

broken moans came out of your mouth like a cry, spewing out choppy curses and runoff sentences, “f-fuck, suguruu—need ‘t cummm..”

his condescending tone still stuck on his tongue, even after all his pathetic guilty confessions,

geto smirks, “really?” his fingers stuff you full, choking at your own thoughts as they curl once they reach the knuckle—just the way you like it.

your pussy pulses, so tight it made it hard to stretch you out. you cover your mouth, eyes screwed with overwhelming pleasure—so hard it could make you scream.

erratic fingers prodded at your velvet walls, driving themselves acute and leaving you stunned; the smile on geto’s face never wiped, just swept back again as soon as he had a second without his mouth full.

your eyes roll back, back arching up like a shudder as he bit lightly into your inner thigh—pearls of blood emerging as he cleaned it all off.

clear fluid squirted on geto’s cheek, still pressed between your thighs as he tasted two of his favorite things in the world; blood still remained on his tongue as your release sprayed unrelentingly.

his fingers, layered with your fluids as he gulps—lustful eyes never losing their touch as blood dripped down the corner of his lip. geto pulls his fingers away, watching you clench over nothing; ruined pussy not caught up and still chasing its own high as it delays.

so used to being filled with something your cunt even forgot what it was like without geto’s fingers wrapped inside it.

the knife, long gone as geto cuddled up to you, licking you clean with desperate eyes—raging erection that tugged and caused tension in his pants, pleasure pouring into him as his clothed tip nudged at you.

“again.”

@cybrhellz: hi dont use my stuff for ai or plagiarize and like and reblog if ur not a chud

wait.

imagine vampire geto suguru doing this huhhhhhhhhhhh

and maybe what if he truly thinks your blood is like nothing he’s ever tried huhhhhhhhhhh