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Everyone knows how sae has a liking for ass ( canon right!? 😭)
HEAR ME OUT NOW,
Imagine this with sae.
He has you in his favourite position, doggy style. And he loves seeing the huge ass you have. And how it's slapping his abdomen.
PLAP- PLAP - PLAP- AHAHHH
He sees how you are taking his entire dick all by yourself. His sweet good girl, you always are. Has he ever told you? How weak you make him when you fuck him like this? Those sweet moans, heavenly pussy only for him, and THAT ARCH. OH, God does he love your back arch and full ass above in air. For him. All for him. To see, to touch, to feel and to slap.
BUT that's clearly not enough for you. You aren't satisfied by making sae this weak.
You want more. More to crumble him, more to reduce him to your little bf who cums within a minute. You want to embarrass him, don't you? Make him feel like a love sick, virgin teenager? Who comes within a minute, don't you? You little bitch, he thinks.
And now you put your feet back too, touching his abdomen. Sae touches your feet, soft, clean and velvety.
Sae realises if heaven exist on earth. It must be you. Your pussy, your moans, your arc, your feet. You.
He sees heaven, that fat ass bouncing hard on his dick, your feet, and your silky smooth voice moaning and calling out for him.
Sae has never cum so quick. The moment your feet comes up, man's a goner. He cums within a minute, collapsing on you.
And then he realises, your feet, your pretty pretty feet, oh yes, how he loves them. And how he have a thing for your feet. But for now, he grips your ass so hard, and he starts thrusting in you, while cuming.
NO. ABSOLUTELY NO. He won't stop. How can he stop when your pussy is sucking him so deliciously, how can he when he feel his cum oozing out from you.
Hi all, if you liked this please let me know, I would feel very appreciated. Also please send requests if you want any thing particular. HOPING FOR MOREE REQ YAYAYAY.
Smut Visuals (Twt links) Part 2 with more characters:3
Toyomitsu Taishiro Even in Fitgum form Taishiro’s dick is still obscenely big
Enjin The tattoos are giving big Enjin energy
Charlie Dompler I love. Yellow man (and his thick ass fucking thighs good lord)
Beelzebub I have no doubts that the avatar of gluttony has the biggest dick out of the 7 brothers
Belphegor The avatar of sloth definitely has a somnophilia kink
Sukuna Ryomen Monster cock(s?) for a monster man
Fushiguro Toji There is never a time when this man isn’t immediately down for the sloppiest sex ever
Sanji Dare I say 2nd best pussy eater in One Piece
Luffy part 2 MORE PUSSY EATING WITH LUFFY (it’s more like pussy devouring)
Gintoki part 2 GINTOKI HAS A HORSECOCK I WILL HEAR NO ARGUMENTS
Bonus! Tamzy Caines The link on the first part got deleted so I had to add this to part 2. I STILL can’t stop thinking about him using his jinki during sex!
I called Cara over, hoping she could help me assess him properly.
She sat beside his bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. The room was dim except for the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows across his face. She pressed the diaphragm of the stethoscope gently against his chest, her expression focused, brows slightly drawn together as she listened.
“I know you love helping people,” she said quietly, her eyes still fixed ahead as she listened to the steady rise and fall of his breathing, “but I did not expect you to help him.”
Her tone wasn’t judgmental — just… surprised.
She shifted the stethoscope lower, listening carefully. The faint sound of his breaths filled the silence between us. Then, after a few seconds, she glanced up at me, one corner of her mouth lifting.
“Although,” she added under her breath, a teasing glint in her eyes, “he is rather handsome, my girl.”
I shot her a look, but she only suppressed a small laugh.
She removed the stethoscope and gently checked the stitching along his side, peeling back the edge of the dressing just enough to inspect it.
“The sutures are holding well,” she murmured. “No active bleeding. Just observe for any signs of infection — redness spreading, swelling, fever. Watch for sepsis symptoms too. Confusion, rapid heart rate, low blood pressure. You know the drill.”
I nodded automatically.
“The medications I’ve written down,” she continued, scribbling on a small notepad, “you can order them first thing in the morning. He’ll need proper antibiotics and pain management.”
She stood, smoothing out her shirt, and gave him one last glance before heading toward the door. I followed her out of the room and gently pulled the door closed behind us, the latch clicking softly in the quiet house.
The kitchen light felt harsh after the dim bedroom. I leaned against the counter, exhaling slowly.
Suddenly, Cara spun around and flicked my forehead.
“Ow!” I hissed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped, running a frustrated hand through her hair. “Why would you bring a complete stranger into your home?”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried urgency — sharp and protective.
“Have you gone insane?” she continued, pacing slightly now. “This guy could be from a syndicate or something. I literally read about crime groups operating around here — it’s a big problem at the moment. You don’t know who he is.”
She gestured vaguely toward the hallway.
“And with those tattoos? He looks like he could be involved in something.”
I just stood there, arms loosely at my sides, staring at her. No expression. No defence.
“I didn’t want to leave him there,” I said quietly after a moment. “He looked awful.”
There was a beat of silence.
Her shoulders dropped slightly, the anger softening into concern.
She shook her head. “You are unbelievable,” she muttered, but her tone had lost its edge. She grabbed her bag from the chair near the door. “It’s midnight. I need sleep. But listen to me.”
She stepped closer, her expression serious now.
“Call me if anything happens. I don’t care what time it is. Don’t hesitate. I’m your best friend — it’s my job to look out for you.” She sighed. “You are way too innocent for this world.”
I smiled faintly.
“Bye, Cara. I love you.”
I wrapped my arms around her tightly, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. She hugged me back just as firmly.
“Love you too,” she replied softly.
She stepped out into the cool night air. I closed the door behind her and locked it, the click echoing louder than it should have.
Drawn by instinct, I walked to the living room window and gently pulled the curtain aside.
The street outside was quiet — eerily still. The orange glow of the streetlights bathed the pavement in a dull haze. I watched as Cara hurried to her car, glancing back once before unlocking it. She hesitated for a second, as if debating whether to come back inside.
Then she got in.
Her headlights flicked on, briefly illuminating the front of my house. The engine started, breaking the silence, and she slowly drove off down the empty street. I stood there until her car disappeared around the corner, until the sound of it faded completely.
The house felt different now.
Quieter.
Heavier.
Behind me, down the hallway, the faint sound of his breathing reminded me that I wasn’t alone.
And suddenly, for the first time that night, the weight of what I had done settled into my chest.
The silence stretched after Cara left.
I let the curtain fall back into place and stood there for a long moment, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric. Outside, the street lay empty, quiet except for the distant hum of a passing car. The orange glow of the streetlights painted everything in a muted haze, softening the edges of the world but also making it feel unreal, like I was watching a scene I didn’t belong in.
When Cara’s car disappeared around the corner, the quiet deepened, settling over the house like a weight.
I had brought him here.
Into my house.
And into my bedroom.
I turned slowly and walked down the hallway, each step careful, almost hesitant. The soft carpet muffled my movements, yet the silence made every shift of my weight feel loud. My bedroom door was slightly ajar. Warm light spilled out, brushing the dark hallway with a thin slice of familiarity.
But as I approached, it didn’t feel like my room anymore.
It felt like someone else’s territory.
Someone dangerous was resting in the space I had always claimed as mine.
I pushed the door open gently, trying not to disturb the quiet.
He was lying in my bed.
His frame was large, stretching across the mattress, the blankets pulled low around his waist so they wouldn’t press against the stitching on his side. My pillows were tucked carefully behind his head, propping him up just enough. The faint scent of my shampoo and clean laundry mingled oddly with antiseptic and the metallic tang of dried blood lingering in the air.
It smelled like him, and my room, and danger all at once.
It felt… personal.
I hesitated at the threshold, my eyes sweeping over him. Without the immediate panic of the alley, without the adrenaline of a gun pressed to my forehead, he looked almost peaceful.
His chest rose and fell steadily. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead. The hard lines of his jaw softened in sleep, though his tattoos — dark, intricate, deliberate — stood out starkly under the bedside light.
I checked for any signs of change again — subtle shifts in his breathing, twitching fingers, any hint that he might wake — before I finally stepped back.
Tonight, I couldn’t sleep in my own bed.
I would sleep on the couch instead. Quietly. Carefully. Hopefully, without stirring him.
Tomorrow, I would sort out his medications. Arrange everything properly. Figure out what to do next.
Before I left the room, I took one last look over my shoulder. His chest rose and fell in the dim light, steady and unbroken. The blankets barely moved over the stitching beneath them.
I silently hoped that my presence wouldn’t provoke him.
That I wouldn’t wake to any sudden movement.
Or any threat.
My heart beat faster at the thought.
But nothing stirred.
Not yet.
I exhaled slowly and whispered to myself, almost like a prayer.
“Please… let him stay asleep.”
A nervous laugh nearly escaped me, but it caught in my throat.
“I really hope I don’t die tonight.”
And with that, I tiptoed out, closing the door softly behind me and leaving him in the shadows of my room.
The Next Day…
Sukuna POV
I woke to a deep throbbing in my abdomen and a dull ache splitting through my head.
My eyes twitched before I could fully open them. The room swam into focus slowly — unfamiliar walls, an unfamiliar ceiling.
Then it hit me.
The girl.
She had tried to help me.
I had threatened her.
And then… I passed out.
She must have brought me here.
Her house.
The air still felt like her somehow — faint traces of perfume, laundry detergent, and something warm, sweet, and clean. My gaze drifted around the room. Photographs lined a shelf near the window. She stood in each of them with family, with friends, smiling wide, eyes bright.
She looked… reserved and happy.
Normal.
A life untouched by whatever darkness was chasing me.
A sharp pulse of panic shot through my chest.
I needed to leave.
Now.
I forced my body to move, pushing myself up on my elbows. Pain tore through me like something ripping open from the inside. A strained breath escaped my throat. My muscles trembled, weak and uncooperative.
I couldn’t stand.
Not yet.
But I didn’t have time.
They’d be looking for me.
If they weren’t already.
Grinding my teeth, I scanned the room. My vision blurred for a second before steadying. There had to be a phone somewhere.
I needed to call Uraume.
He had to know where I was.
Before it was too late.
Suddenly, something warm and sweet drifted in from outside the room.
It wrapped around me before I could place it — buttery, faintly smoky, touched with vanilla. Beneath it, soft and steady, a humming floated through the air.
It had to be her.
I stilled, every muscle going rigid. The hum wasn’t random. It carried rhythm — a tune I half-recognised, brushing against memory but never quite settling.
It grew closer.
Clearer.
Footsteps.
My pulse quickened.
The doorknob turned.
The door opened slowly, and she stepped inside — the girl from last night. Morning light followed her in, catching in her hair. She carried a small tray, steam curling gently from a bowl.
Soup.
She looked… calm.
Like I hadn’t threatened her.
Like I wasn’t someone dangerous lying in her bed.
She offered a small, careful smile.
“You must be hungry,” she said softly. “And probably parched.”
Her voice was softer than I remembered.
I stared at her, confusion tightening my chest.
Why wasn’t she afraid?
Why was she helping me?
I didn’t trust it.
“I—” My throat felt raw, like I’d swallowed sand. “Why are you doing this?”
My eyes flicked to the door behind her. Was it locked? Had she called someone? Was this a trap?
She stepped further into the room, nudging the door shut with her foot, still humming faintly under her breath as if nothing about this was strange.
As if I hadn’t woken up in the house of a girl I had threatened.
As if she wasn’t taking care of me.
She placed the tray on the bedside table, her movements unhurried, almost deliberately gentle. The humming faded as she settled into the chair beside the bed.
“I figured you’d wake up disoriented,” she said quietly. “You were burning up last night. Dehydrated. And… well, bleeding.”
My jaw tightened.
“You shouldn’t have brought me here.”
Her brows lifted, not in fear — in mild annoyance.
“Right. I should’ve left you unconscious in an alley with a stab wound. That would’ve been the smart choice.”
I blinked at her.
The sarcasm was unexpected.
Sharp. Warm. Human.
She sighed, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
“Look… you were scared. Hurt. People say stupid things when they’re scared.” Her gaze flicked to mine, steady and unflinching. “I’m not holding it against you.”
I didn’t know what to do with that.
Forgiveness wasn’t something I encountered often.
Not without a price.
My fingers curled into the blanket.
“You don’t know who I am.”
“True.” She leaned back slightly, studying me. “But I know what I saw. Someone in pain. Someone who didn’t want to be alone.”
A muscle in my throat jumped.
I looked away.
She reached for the bowl, lifting it carefully.
“It’s just broth. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to.”
My stomach twisted — hunger and suspicion tangled together.
“Why are you being kind to me?”
She hesitated, then shrugged lightly.
“Because someone should be.”
The simplicity of it hit harder than any threat.
I swallowed, my voice rough.
“You don’t understand. I can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”
“For you?” she asked.
“For you.”
Her expression softened, but not with fear — with something like quiet resolve.
“Then we’ll be careful.”
“We?” The word scraped out of me before I could stop it.
She didn’t flinch.
“You’re hurt. You can barely sit up. Whoever you’re running from — you won’t get far like this.”
I stiffened.
“I’m not dragging you into this.”
“You already did,” she said gently. “Last night.”
Silence stretched between us, thick and fragile.
She set the bowl back down and stood, moving toward the window. Morning light spilled across her shoulders as she pulled the curtain slightly aside, scanning the street below with surprising caution.
Not naïve, then.
Not oblivious.
She turned back to me.
“No one’s out there. No one followed you.”
My pulse thudded unevenly.
“You don’t know that.”
“I know you’re safe for the moment,” she said. “And I know you need rest. After that… we’ll figure out what comes next.”
We.
The word lodged in my chest again, unfamiliar and dangerous.
I should’ve pushed back. I should’ve warned her again. I should’ve told her to run, to forget she ever saw me.
But instead, I watched her — the way she stood in her own space, steady and unafraid, offering warmth to someone who didn’t deserve it.
And for the first time in a long time, the panic in my chest loosened.
Just a little.
She stepped closer, her voice softer now.
“Let me help you.”
I exhaled slowly.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Maybe not,” she said. “But I’m asking anyway.”
Her eyes held mine, unwavering.
And I realised leaving might not be as simple as I thought.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” I said, my voice rough. “I stay here for one more day. That’s it.”
She looked at me, her expression clouded with disbelief, then tilted her head slightly.
“No,” she replied. “I don’t accept that.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Then what do you want?”
“How about until you’re well enough to walk?” she asked. “Until you’re rested enough to leave without collapsing in the hallway.”
I stared at her.
At this point, there was no use arguing. My body was weak, my head was pounding, and every breath pulled at the stitches in my side.
With tired, unfocused eyes, I gave her a small nod.
Her smile lifted gently, and she nodded back.
“Thank you,” she said calmly.
I looked away, jaw tight.
“You’re too trusting.”
“And you’re too stubborn.”
A faint breath escaped me. It wasn’t quite a laugh, but it came close.
She reached for the bowl again and held it carefully between her hands.
“You’ll be walking in no time,” she said.
I didn’t answer.
I only watched her, the girl who should have been afraid of me, standing in the morning light with soup in her hands and no sense of self-preservation.
And for some reason, that scared me more than anything outside.
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[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is
[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new
— bokuto
[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time
[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls
[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(
— atsumu
[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you
[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums
— sakusa
[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make
[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it
—smut visuals/twt links with genshin impact characters ✨✨
cw: sub!characters, dom!reader, toys, bondage, choking, strap on, overstim, blindfold, cum eating, male!reader/fem!reader/gender-neutral reader :D
a/n: i’ve never posted something like this but if this does well i’ll make another one
Jean
—after finally convincing jean to take a break, you take all control and make sure to get rid of any thoughts she has of work.
—jean could do nothing but accept the pleasure while you hold a vibrator up to her pussy. she grasps your arms, your thighs, anywhere, as she tries to hold it in as much as she could, feeling embarrassed that she’s acting this way. especially when your hand is choking her neck. but instead of hating it, she falls deep into pleasure senselessly, whimpering and moaning while her legs tremble as she cums.
Itto
—getting tired of how much the oni is all bark and no bite, you assert dominance in bed, milking him while all he can do is flail around, unable to break free from how you’d tied him up.
—even after he’d cum countlessly from your hands, you keep pushing him beyond his limit. his thighs hurting from how much they’d been trembling from pleasure. still, he keeps screaming and moaning each time to the point you’re sure everyone in the village can hear the begging of the oni.
Kokomi
—with the little time kokomi has for breaks, you take it as your job to make her cum as quick as you could, be it anywhere at anytime.
—you pound kokomi rough and fast in the bathroom next to the venue where she’s supposed to be holding a meeting. kokomi’s legs shake together, trying her best to remain standing still as you quicken your pace more. you hold her down, pumping her up as you only had a few minutes to spend together.
Pantalone
—pantalone’s addicted how you treat him like no other. it’s the way you treat him like your bitch, fucking him with plastic cock so deep into his walls, making sure you remember its shape.
—and once he gets used to it, you switch it up with another. either a smaller one that makes him like begging mess for you to return to what you use normally or a bigger one that makes him choke on his own sobs while you call him a good boy when you force him to eat his own cum dripping on his stomach while you fuck him into another release.
you’re always so frustrated, wanting to yell at him to just stick his dick inside of you.
the frustration keeps building up as he plays with your pussy but you can’t do anything about it because that’s how jeno likes it, and you’re his good little girl who obeys with no complaining.
