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Begging Sukuna to put you in a headlock!
"No, what the hell. Stop asking me for weird shit." He grunted, already glaring down at you, arms crossed.
"Cmon, please? It's not weird! I just wanna... see how strong you are, that's all!" That response sounded better in your head.
He almost rolled his eyes at your persistent begging.
"Annoying brat, i told you no already. Now Get." He turned around, starting to walk off to god knows where.
"Sukuna! Please! I won't ask again! I want you to-"
But the feeling of your hands trying to pull his arm to make him stop walking made him pause.
Tch.
You blinked and all of a sudden you felt like you had been lifted up from the floor, a thick beeefy arm locked around your throat making you shut up mid whine. His other hand landed on the top of your hair, as if holding your head down.
"Shut up, or i'll snap yer neck."
Your eyelashes fluttered, squirming a bit but the pressure of his bicep and forearm was oddly... soothing, it made your tummy feel warm.
He looked annoyed though, flexing the muscle.
A moment passed and he let go, your knees buckling, your hands touching your neck after the loss of the arm, it had felt so good...
"Suku-"
"I said, shut up." he grunted, starting to head in the direction he had gone before, not looking back at you, already regretting indulging you.
But now you had a different problem...
Your legs a bit wobbly, a damp spot forming in the middle of your panties, and your poor cunt needy for more.
Yoon's notes: FULL NELSON ME SUKUNA RN Reupload from my old account @/yoonsucksalot ! HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!! masterlist
Just thinking about Toji with a heavily insecure girlfriend who constantly belittles herself without realizing. But he does. He’s always quick to correct her, remind her just how beautiful and fucking irresistible she is to him, frustration seeping through his attempts as they’re received with false smiles and reluctance. The concept of you being insecure is bizarre to Toji, he’s almost convinced it’s an act. Because what do you mean the woman he nonstop thinks of bending over every damn surface in sight, and nearly cums in his pants at the thought of.. is certain there’s something wrong with her?
It gets to the point where every time you two are fucking now, your legs shaking and twitching around his unrelenting hips, he’ll make it his mission to remind you just how breathtaking you really are.
Similar to now, where your body was being ruthlessly pummelled by Tojis brutal thrusts, his thighs pap pap papping against the underside of your own. The soft grunts of his were drowned out by your eager cries, mouth dropped open with each poke of his blushing tip deeper in your walls.
“So fuckin’ beautiful.. god — take me so well every damn time.” Toji drawls, lips finding your neck in greedy open mouthed kisses as his hips faltering slightly at a particularly tight clench around him. “look at those tits…would never leave em’ if it were up to me.”
HELLO BB what are your thoughts on reader outfreaking dex (especially his pre-fisk netflix era) like asking him to put you in a headlock, that man is such a switch but would love to be a service top for your wild requests 😩😩😝
a/n: OH MY SWEETNESS?! Thank you anon, pre-fisk fbi dex literally has me on a chokehold, the love I carry for this version of dex before everything went into chaos has me going insane. Fbi dex is my pathetic babygirl
Our (ddba) silver fox Dex is different. If you ever outfreak him in bed, it will only drive him into a frenzy. Ask him for a headlock? He’ll gladly wrap his bicep tight around your head, letting you bite and drool all over his skin as he drills into you from behind. That man will have the most arrogant smirk on his face, amused from your incoherent whines and your flailing arms gripping for him. “What’s the matter, baby? You said you’re a tough girl. Too much for ‘ya?” Feeling you clench his length from his words while on the brink of asphyxiation unlocks that feral part of him that he had always tried to control for your sake. “So fucking good f’me, you’re my tough girl, aren’t ya?” You hear him chuckle at your frantic nodding, at how much you enjoy this that you can barely form any response from how hard he’s going, fulfilling your request. He’s no longer holding back. You may have been the one to ask but in the end, you’ll be the one pleading as he sends you into bliss over and over again. And that is only the beginning of it.
Now, if we’re talking about fbi dex, he’s definitely a switch, leaning more into the submissive side. And whenever he is on top, he prioritizes your comfort and pleasure which is most important to him. Dex starts out as quite vanilla in your relationship, your his first everything after all. Although eventually, he becomes acquainted with different kinks that you introduce to him, he learns them with such eagerness that it made you almost forget you were the freaky one at the beginning of your relationship. Dex is someone who constantly seeks to prove himself to you, to show that he can be the best for you, in and out of the bedroom. He will let you lead any time, whether that is by pulling his hand or using the collar of his shirt as you push him to sit on the bed. You won’t hear a single complaint, his mind is already swimming on cloud nine whenever you’re in charge. You swear he almost looks like a kicked wet puppy from the way his pupils instantly dilate, making his hazel eyes look darker.
If you ever come up to him on a normal day and ask if he’d ever like to try a headlock (you have to clarify it’s on you), he’ll become a flustered stuttering mess at your direct request. You watch him pause at whatever he’s doing, the gears turning in his head as he tries to come up with the perfect response while still in shock. You’ll end up telling him it’s just a joke instead.
Even when you ease him up by saying you’re only kidding, he will have that thought repeating in his mind until it keeps him awake at night. He imagines you under him, a disheveled mess, knees quivering as you struggle to hold yourself up from how good he makes you feel. He’ll anticipate the perfect time to bring up the subject, eager to ask you and fulfill your requests.
He’ll ask you many times, before, during and after the act. Constantly observing your face and the telltale signs of your body for any discomfort. Making you reach your high is just as pleasurable for him. And even when his cock is overstimulated inside you, he’ll keep going, seeking to have you fall apart under him. “Am I doing good for you, baby? Please, tell me, tell me.” He mumbles to your cheek, breathless as he picks up the speed. The sound of skin slapping on skin getting obnoxiously louder. “You feel so fucking good,” he lets out, tears rolling down his flushed face. He bites your already bruised shoulder to cover his whimpering while you tap at his arm, urging him to squish your cheeks more. “Tighter, Dex!” You plead, gesturing to his arm, wanting him to add more on the comforting pressure around your head. “Tighter? Like this? Don't worry, baby. Gonna take good care of you, won't need anyone but me okay?”
soaked the set
A/N: i had an itch and i can comfortably say its been scratched.
You’re on your tiptoes.
Bent over the fake marble counter of the set kitchen, knees wobbling, tits swaying, and the cameras—fuck, there’s so many of them. Mounted on the cabinets, steadicams tracking each of your expressions, boom mics hovering like they’re afraid to miss a single moan you make.
And Rafe—he’s behind you, cock already shoved deep inside your dripping cunt, one hand bruising your waist, the other creeping higher—
Until it wraps around your neck.
Your breath catches as he drags your body back into him, your chest lifting off the counter, feet nearly leaving the floor, and suddenly his biceps under your jaw and you’re locked in—face slightly squished together, fingers clawing at his arm out of nothing but pleasure.
Of course, it’s left to Rafe Cameron to put you in a headlock mid-session just because he wanted to. It wasn’t part of the script, but that heightens the weight of the situation even more.
You blink.
Your vision spots.
And your pussy clenches hard.
“Ohh, she likes that,” Rafe growls, pressing into your soaked cunt with a deep, hungry thrust. “That little squeeze got you flutterin’, baby.”
You try to respond—but all that comes out is a shaking gasp, your eyes rolling, the edge hitting fast and sharp.
It happens before you realize.
You squirt.
Hard. Violently. Liquid sprays across the counter, dripping down your thighs, the mic overhead catching every wet sound as you convulse in his hold.
“Fuck,” someone on set breathes.
But Rafe doesn’t stop.
“You hear that? Shit, she’s squirting already,” he grunts. “Just from this—just from being choked out a lil bit.”
You whimper. Shake. Barely stand.
And then—he turns you around and lifts you.
His arms slide under your thighs, hoisting you off the counter completely. You wrap around him on instinct, arms locking behind his neck, toes curling behind his back. He’s fucking you mid-air now, with nothing but his strength keeping you suspended while his cock drives up into your soaked cunt like it’s made for him.
Because it is. Because you are made for him. And that meant taking everything he gave you.
Your voice breaks.
The camera operator doesn’t even flinch. No one moves.
Until the director yells:
“Cut! That’s a wrap!”
The lights dim slightly. A few cables shuffle.
But he doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t even pause.
“That was for the video,” he mutters in your ear. “Now I’m fucking you for me.”
You barely register the shift in his tone before his hips snap up again, filling you deep enough to make your breath catch in your throat. His pace is brutal. Focused. Intentional. Like the cameras still rolling don’t even exist to him anymore.
The monitor in front of you blinks back your image—limp, fucked stupid, clinging to him while he uses you like a doll.
Your head falls back. “Rafe—baby—please—”
“You can manage another one, princess,” he growls. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
“I can’t—”
“You will.”
He slams into you. Again. Again. The squelch of your pussy is obscene, dripping slick all over his thighs, your body jostling in the air, barely keeping your grip around his neck. His mouth is by your ear, but his voice is for everyone.
“You all watching this?” he pants. “She’s gonna break. Watch this pretty pussy give out.”
And then—
You feel the rapid buildup.
But not soft. Not subtle.
Your scream rips through the set—wet, high-pitched, no air left behind it. You seize in his arms, trembling as your orgasm hits too hard, your whole body jerking forward with the force of it.
Then—slip.
His cock’s driven out of you. Pushed out.
He pops free mid-thrust, and your squirt follows; a sudden, messy spray that hits his abs, his hips, his thighs. It drips to the floor with wet slaps. Your body bucks again, again, thighs trembling in his grip before they go loose around his waist.
The studio goes dead silent.
No direction. No sound tech whispering.
Not even the cameras shift.
You’re still up in his arms—barely. Your shoulders sag, your head slumps against his neck. Your cunt’s still twitching, still leaking down his stomach as you pant, overwhelmed and on the very near verge of subspace.
Rafe looks down.
At your ruined pussy. At the thick coat of slick trailing down his skin. At his cock—throbbing, flushed, and unsatisfied.
Then slowly, he looks back at you.
Your eyes are barely open. Glassy. Unfocused.
He breathes out a stunned, breathless—
“…You just fucked me out.”
A pause.
A pulse in his jaw.
Then he laughs.
Low. Deep. Dark in a way that makes every camera lurch a little closer again.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he mutters. “You really just squirted me out of your pussy.”
You barely respond.
Just a whimper, a twitch, your nails weak against his back.
And he’s not done.
Not even close.
Because then, he adjusts his grip. Bends his knees. Presses his cock right back against your overstimulated folds, so sensitive now that the bare contact makes you flinch.
You blink.
He grins.
“There’s no fucking way,” a crew member whispers off to the side, too stunned to even cut the shot.
But Rafe?
He just pushes forward, sliding his cockhead through the slick mess between your thighs, teasing it over your clit—slow. So slow it burns.
Your body jolts. Hiccups. Tries to lift off him, but you’re already caged in again.
He noses at your temple, voice low, velvet-coated filth.
“Nahh, baby. I’m not done with this pussy till you’ve got nothing left to give me.”

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