It Almost Worked.

"He reminds us that even when souls are bound, hearts still have to choose. And when they do, that choice carries more meaning than fate ever could."

Another phenomenal essay by Cyberspace Max! Kind of need this quote tattooed on me somewhere. 🥹

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 🌽 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤'𝐬

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: i don't know so far i have been loving to do the twitter links!- its much easier for me to do and cause like i have not seen no one do this for love and deep space and it's a need- you can tell sylus is my favorite LMAO- so hope u have fun everyoneee<3333

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬: To view the twitter links! you need to be logged into twitter to view them remember this is 18+ please be careful<3

dividers by @k1ssyoursister

He just loves tying you up

Records a sex tape just so he can rewatch it when he's away from you

Your punishment for being such a brat to him

riding his dick desperately

His big dick can just barley fit in your tight pussy

Teasing your pretty pussy

He likes to take his time slow

Right before he cums he gets so desperate

His favorite way to wake you up

The only sex toy he will ever use on his darling

alr thats all hope everyone had a good timee<33

©️ 𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐛𝐥𝐥. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

my friends are being de-activated noooo 😭😭😭

Fluff <3

guys just so you know this is the first time I’m writing this so apologies if it’s trash :) not proofread :(

You and your lover were laying in bed, the rain thrumming against your window, the sound relaxing as you and your lover tangle yourself in the sheets, his right hand on your waist, and the other cradling the black of your neck, playing with your baby hairs, as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, lovers rock my tv girl playing softly in the background

“my sweet baby, love you s’much” he mutters, his breath fanning against your ear, he presses a kiss against your ear lobe, nipping at it gently. He stuffs his face in the crook of his neck, the hand on your waist tightening ever so slightly as he relaxes against you, his breath relax as you both drift off to sleep together, peacefully, the love you both have for each other in the air.

I hope you guys liked it, you guys can request any more stories, fluff, angst, smut, horror etc, I’m here to make your fantasies ;)

My backshots sound like bongos!

Synopsis. Your back hurts and they offer the best service!

Including. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna.

Risk assessment 18+ mdni, smut and crack, stablished relationship, reader is unprotected, spanking, backshots, soft dom/dom vibes.

a/n: i did say a drabble might happen, and obvs i couldn't resist!!! Inspired by this beauty

GOJO SATORU—"LET'S LOOSEN YOU UP"

"My back's killing me. Come break it?"

You're half-joking. Maybe he'll bring a massage gun. Maybe he'll make a dumb pun.

Instead, Gojo shows up at your door thirty minutes later with a devil's grin and a bottle of oil.

"Emergency response team reporting for duty," he says, stepping inside like owns the place.

"You're not serious."

"I'm always serious about back-blowing."

You open your mouth to clarify—massage, not mayhem—but then his hands are on your shoulders, kneading casually while his mouth brushes your ear.

"You're tense," he murmurs. "You need something deep. Penetrating. Therapeutic."

Your protests die in your throat because… okay, his hands do feel good. Strong fingers work under your shoulder blades, slow and firm, and when he kneels behind you, straddling your thighs like it's nothing, you feel his breath hit the nape of your neck.

"Satoru—"

"Shh," he whispers, mouth grazing your skin. "Just breathe."

The shirt comes off first. Then your shorts. Then his hands slide lower, gliding over your hips with oil-slick precision, a finger dips between your thighs, testing your heat, and he lets out a low whistle.

"Damn. Didn't even have to flip you over. You're so ready to be fixed."

You turn your head to glare, but he's already lining himself up. Smiling like the demon he was.

"I hope your insurance covers maximum damage."

And then he's inside.

The first thrust knocks the air from your lungs. The second has your toes curling. By the third, you forget your own name.

He's slow at first—teasing, dragging his cock all the way out just to slam back in until your entire body jolts. One hand holds your hip steady, the other presses between your shoulder blades, forcing you down like this is some goddamn yoga pose.

"Good girl," he groans, rolling his hips. "Look at you. Taking it so well. Gonna break you in all the right ways."

The room fills with the sound of skin slapping, your breathy moans, and his sinful little chuckles every time your body arches under him.

"Feeling better yet?" he murmurs against your neck.

"No," you pant. "Harder."

He growls.

The pace changes. No more play. Just pure, ruinous rhythm—balls slapping your ass, hands gripping your hips like they're handles, the head of his cock hitting the spot that makes you tremble.

You come with a cry, body convulsing, nails clawing at the sheets. Gojo groans, deep and hungry, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim.

Afterwards, he collapses beside you, glistening with sweat and absolutely zero shame.

"You're welcome," he says, smug.

Your voice is hoarse. "That wasn't a massage."

"Sure it was. I touched your back and blew it out. Multi-tasking king."

GETO SUGURU—"YOU CALLED, MY PRIESTESS?"

It started with a text.

My back hurts. Break it?"

He replies instantly, like he's been waiting for this moment.

"Physically? Spiritually? Emotionally? "Massage, dumbass." "Got it. All three."

You expect a bottle of lotion and a pervy smirk.

What you get instead is Geto Suguru in a black kimono, hair tied up, sleeves loose, and a slow, knowing smile like he just walked out of a shrine and into your depravity.

"Lay down," he says, voice velvet-smooth, already lighting incense like this is a ceremony.

"Is this gonna get weird?" you ask.

He glances over his shoulder, eyes glinting. "You texted me 'break my back' and thought this wouldn't get weird?"

Touché.

Still, you obey. You lie down on the mat he brought—yes, he brought his own mat, wtf—and let him straddle you. His palms are warm. Soothing. Sinfully slow as they glide down your back.

"Stay just like that," he says, voice deepening. "Arms above your head. Legs spread. Back arched—good girl."

Your breath stutters. That was a lot for a massage intro.

"This is how we start," he murmurs, leaning close. His lips brush your ear. "So your body's prepared. Submission is a sacred act."

You snort. "You sound like a cult leader."

"I am." He grins. "And tonight, you're my only follower."

And then you feel it: oil drizzled, fingers gliding down your spine, rubbing slow circles into the small of your back, working lower with every pass. His hands are hot. Intentional. Reverent.

Your brain short-circuits around the same time his hands slip lower, cupping your ass like it's part of the ritual. You try to lift your head, but he presses you down gently.

"Shh," he coos. "Let me heal you."

You're wet. Shamefully so. And he hasn't even touched you where it counts—yet. That changes fast.

One hand stays on the small of your back, grounding. The other slips between your thighs, fingers gliding through slick folds like a prayer. He groans low.

"You were made for worship," he whispers, tracing lazy circles over your clit. "Look at you. Ready to be blessed."

Before you can answer, he shifts up behind you. The rustle of fabric tells you he's already stroking himself, and then—he drags the head of his cock through your soaked folds like he's blessing the altar.

"I'm going to take my time," he says softly. "Make sure you feel eeeevery inch."

And then he sinks in.

You moan—loud. His name, a curse, maybe both. He's huge, thick, and it's all so deep from this angle—his cock hits you from behind like it's meant to change your fate.

"Take it," he murmurs. "Let me ruin you right."

He starts moving. Slow, grinding thrusts at first, pushing you flat against the mat. His palm presses between your shoulder blades, holding you down while he fucks you like a man possessed.

Geto groans like he's the one being ruined. "Fuck, this is divine. Look at you. Face down, ass up—made to be worshipped."

You babble something incoherent.

"Breathe, pretty thing," he coos. "You can take it. You asked for this."

He leans over you, still slamming into your soaked cunt from behind, and kisses your spine like he's reading a prayer off it.

"Gonna fuck you until your back gives out. Until your knees shake. Until this pretty little body remembers who you belong to."

Your moans are broken, loud, begging. Every thrusts slaps against your ass, each one rougher, deeper—until you're shaking under him, climax ripping through you so hard your vision goes white."

"Yeah, just like that," he groans, voice wrecked. "Come all over me, priestess."

He follows with a deep guttural moan, spilling inside you as he grinds his hips against yours, burying himself to the hilt.

You're both panting when he finally pulls out, slick dripping down your thighs, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back again like he's sealing the ritual.

“Feel healed yet?” he asks with a smug smile.

You wheeze. “You shattered me like a fucking cursed object.”

“Mm,” he hums, kissing your temple. “Praise be.”

NANAMI KENTO —"LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU"

It starts with a simple message:

"My back hurts. You busy?"

He replies two minutes later, like he was already halfway out the door.

"I'm on my way. Don't do anything strenuous."

You think he means a shoulder rub. Maybe even tea and a lecture about taking breaks. You don't expect Nanami to show up in his rolled-sleeve dress shirt, tie secured around his neck, hair just slightly mussed like he ran his fingers through it too many times on the train over.

And that look he gives you? It says he's not here just to fix your posture.

"You could've called earlier," he murmurs, setting his watch on your desk. "You know I'd drop anything for you."

You smile. "Didn't want to interrupt your work—"

"I'll always make time for you."

You blink at the sudden warmth in his voice, but then he steps close. His hands are on your sides, raising goose bumps along the way, pressing softly against your lower back with soothing circles.

"Right here?" he murmurs. "Where it aches?"

"Yeah," you whisper.

"Let me fix it."

You expect pressure. Massage. Something clinical. But instead:

"Assume the position."

You blink. "You mean—"

"Face down. Elbows on the desk. Legs apart."

You do as you're told. Because of course you do. Because something in his tone makes your knees weak and your cunt throb.

He steps behind you, warm hands smoothing up your sides, over your hips, thumbs digging into the tight muscles. His touch is firm. Intentional.

And then—he pauses.

"Your lower back is tight," he mutters, voice deepening. "I'll fix it."

You thought he was going to press his fingers into your skin. What you get is his palm gliding under your waistband, fingers brushing against skin, tugging everything down in one motion.

"Nanami—"

"I said I'd take care of it. Don't talk back."

You gasp. Then you moan—loud—because his hand dips between your thighs, two fingers running through slick folds like he's confirming what he already knew.

"Hm. Wet already," he says, like it's a report he's filling. "I haven't even started."

Then you hear it. The sound of his belt. The hiss of fabric sliding down.

You arch your back instinctively.

"Desperate," he mutters. You just needed an excuse, didn't you?"

You tried to tell him that was not true, that you really just needed to have your back rubbed.

But he lines up. Grips your waist. Pushes in slow.

You choke on a moan. He's thick, long, steady as a metronome as he sinks into you, inch by inch, stretching you open like you were made for it.

Once he's fully inside, he leans over your back. His breath brushes your ear.

"This angle is perfect," he murmurs. "Let me realign your spine properly."

Then he starts moving.

Slow, measured thrusts that build tension like a clock ticking down. Every snap of his hips knocks your desk forward an inch. Every slap of skin against skin echoes off the office walls. His hands hold you in place—no escape, no mercy.

You look up—and catch his reflection in the glass window.

Loosened tie. Muscles flexing. Jaw clenched. Focused.

"Look at yourself," he says. "See what a pretty mess you are."

You do. And it makes you whimper, because Nanami is staring at your reflection too, watching himself fuck you with precision that borders on obsession.

"Taking me so well", he mutters. "Back arched perfectly. You'll thank me for this tomorrow."

You come with a cry, vision hazy, walls clenching hard around him. He groans, pace faltering as he grips your hips harder.

"Fuck—" he hisses, voice breaking as he buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a grunt. "Goddamn…"

Silence. Heavy breathing. His hand rubs lazy circles over your back as you tremble against the desk.

Then—

"Next time," he says, tucking himself away and smoothing your hair, "schedule me in advance. I'll bring proper equipment."

You laugh, breathless. "What, like a foam roller?"

He smirks. "No. Restraints."

FUSHIGURO TOJI —"DON'T TAP OUT NOW"

"Your back hurts?"

He grins like the devil he is as he pushes you flat onto the bed, tugging your hips up with a single hand and yanking your panties down with his teeth.

"Lemme guess. You want me to fix it?"

He doesn't wait for an answer.

You yelp as he flips you onto your stomach, manhandling you like he'd been waiting all night to throw you around. One big hand presses down between your shoulder blades, keeping you chest-down, ass up—exactly how he likes it.

"Cute," he mutters, dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds. "You wanted backshots, and didn't think I'd take that literally?"

You barely manage a breath before he thrusts in—deep, fast, merciless. No warm-up. No build up. Just a brutal, thick stretch that makes your eyes roll back and your fingers claw at the sheets.

"Fuckin' tight," he growls, snapping his hips into you with obscene force. "Gonna fuck the tension outta ya', princess."

Every thrust slams your hips forward. The bed creaks. Your moans are barely coherent, but he's eating them up like a man starved.

"Yeah, that's it. "You hear yourself? That sloppy little sound every time I slam into you? Fuck, you love this, huh?"

You try to speak. All that comes out is his name—half a whimper, half a plea.

Toji leans down, his body blanketing yours, cock still driving into you like he's trying to rearrange your guts. His hand fists your hair and yanks your head to the side so his mouth is at your ear.

"Say it," he snarls. "Say you wanted it just like this."

You moan. "I—I did—Toji—"

"That's right. Wanted me to ruin you, huh?" He grins against your skin, all teeth and deranged. "Back's gonna be fucked after this. And not 'cause you're sure. 'Cause I'm planting you on this mattress."

He fucks you harder.

Faster.

Filthier.

You're drooling into the sheets, ass smacking loud with every thrust, your body reduced to trembles as he pounds into you like it's a sport.

"Tap out if it's too much," he says smugly, already knowing you won't.

Because the second he angles his hips just right, your body seizes around him and you come violently, sobbing into the pillow as your thighs quake.

"Fuck," Toji growls, losing rhythm. "Takin' me so good, ma—shit, I'm gonna—"

He buries himself to the hilt, lets out a broken moan, and fills you with a load so warm and thick it drips from around the base before he's even pulled back.

For a second, the only sound is both of you breathing hard.

Then he leans back, slaps your ass, and grins.

“Still sore?”

You twitch.

He laughs.

“Good. We’ll go again in five.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA —"YOU ASKED FOR A GOD, DIDN'T YOU?"

"Back hurts, huh?"

Sukuna laughs like you just said something adorable. The kind of laugh that chills your spine—because he's already behind you, already hard, and already decided what kind of night it's going to be.

You poor thing," he coos mockingly. "Let me fuck the pain right out of you."

You're already chest down, ass in the air, thighs trembling from the first orgasm he barely let you recover from. And now?

Now it's worse.

Because all four of his hands are on you—one spreading your ass, another gripping your throat from underneath, the third one cradling your belly to feel every deep thrust, and the four slapping down over your spine just to keep you pinned.

His cock is buried to the hilt, thick and veiny and monstrously deep, rutting into you with relentless force. Every time he slams in, you jolt forward, breath punched from your lungs, drool slipping past your lips onto the sheets.

"Fuck, listen to you," he growls. "Sloppy, wet, desperate—my perfect little cocksleeve."

You moan something that might be his name, and his laugh turns darker.

"That's right. Cry for me. Moan for me. This is what you wanted, isn't it? On your knees for a god?"

He leans in, tongue dragging up your spine as he pounds into you harder—deep, brutal backshots that make your ass ripple, his name a broken chant on your lips.

"You wanted worship?" he hisses. "Then take it. I'll worship every inch of you—while I fucking ruin you."

He presses kisses to the back of your neck between thrusts, almost tender—if not for the vicious snap of his hips and the way his fingers bruise your skin as he holds you down.

"You think anyone else can fuck you like this?" he growls, voice a gravel rasp in your ear. "Think anyone else could own you like this?"

Your moans are incoherent now, your body a mess of pleasure and overstimulation. Your knees buckle, and he catches you with ease—two hands holding you up, the others lifting your hips back into place.

"Don't you dare fall now," he hisses. "I'm not done. Not until you forget what walking feels like."

Your climax slams into you like a tidal wave—legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream, everything white-hot. You clamp down around him, and he groans, shoving in one last time before he fills you, cock twitching as he pumps you full.

He doesn't pull out.

Instead, he strokes your trembling sides with surprisingly gentle hands, his voice low and smug:

"You break so beautifully for me."

A pause.

Then his tongue flicks against your ear.

"…Round two, pet?"

TWITTER LINKS Ⅱ ~JJK

MDI

𐙚 SATORU GOJO

✮ pounding from the back ∩-∩

✮ gojo fingering compilations *▽*

✮ fucking mhmmm ^o^

✮ fucking mhmmmmm ^0^

✮ loves it when you wear skirts ＞-＜

✮ sex in the shower －O－

✮ he is such a tease! >ω<

✮ overstimulating till you quiver around him >w<

✮ deepthroating him >"<

✮ breeding your little pussy -v-

✮ loves how his girth disappears >0<

✮ love making in the kitchen >-<

𐙚 TOJI FUSHIGURO

✮ loves to make a mess ￣︶￣

✮ so rough! >w<

✮ gock on his cock o~o

✮ he just loooves tasting you /-\

✮ masked TOJI? ಠ_ಠ & 0-0

✮ punishing you for being a brat again >o<

✮ "shut up and take my cock-" O-O

✮ letting him play wid your preety pussy -w-

✮ eating your pussy nice n good 0v0

✮ he is definitely going this rough *^*

✮ toji creampii compilations ^-^

𐙚 KENTO NANAMI

✮ filling you up so good -v-

✮ you didn't know he is this nasty *w*

✮ "you've been a baaaad girl" ≧ ~ ≦

✮ his precious doll >u<

✮ he is so big 0-0

✮ made for him ^~^ & -^-

✮ you teased him a lot >0<

✮ he is stressed so take him like a good girl -v-

✮ his brown suspender? ⊙o⊙

✮ so thick so tasty suck it now >0<

✮ using you the way he pleases -w-

✮ it's Gojo's fault that he is being so rough ´･ω･`

✮ "keep that pretty mouth shut hm?" *-*

✮ pounding from back >0<

𐙚 SUGURU GETO

✮ loves to pull your hair while fucking >-<

✮ tied up and fingering ^-^

✮ oversensitive? but he doesn't care >-<

✮ pounding from back *~*

✮ choking you while fucking >~< & >-<

✮ squirting while he fucks!! also pounding your asshole >0<

✮ choking you on his cock *O*

✮ fingering you nice n gud -v-

✮ "who's my good monkey?" ಠ-ಠ

✮ squirting when he fucks >w<

✮ definitely him *0* & -^-

✮ "filthy monkey, you like my cock so much huh?" >-<

✮ pounding you in couch >0<

𐙚 RYOMEN SUKUNA

✮ shibari? his fav UvU

✮ shibari again ''-''

✮ sorry but this is how he is *^*

✮ shibari + rough fingering 〒▽〒

✮ throat-fuck -o-

✮ taking his cock tied up >-<

✮ his little pet <3

✮ "worship my cock like the little slut you are" *v*

✮ so good at taking his cock >O<

✮ sukuna's meal >u<

✮ he is so nasty *^*

✮ your tight asshole makes him insane *o*

✮ sukuna bonus

𐙚 SHIU KONG

✮ sit on his face, he is gonna make you cum <3

✮ sensual ˘⌣˘

✮ squirting while he fucks >w<

✮ he fucks so good /~\

✮ sucking his cock -0-

✮ riding him like a needy whore *u*

✮ faster and harder >0<

✮ your pussy is so good for him UvU

✮ "use that pretty mouth of yours" u0u

✮ eating your pussy >-<

𐙚 HIROMI HIGURUMA

✮ ride that face!! >0<

✮ "bad girls get spanked" >w<

✮ definitely fucking you like this o-o

✮ "such a good girl for me, hm?" /-\

✮ making him hard in public was a wrong idea *~*

✮ when you want his attention >u<

✮ pussy eating and soft sex 10/10 >v<

✮ he cannot control himself once he is inside you >-<

✮ fingering both your holes >^<

✮ he is so good and gentle normally >u<

✮ taking good care of your pussy ⊙o⊙

𐙚 KAMO CHOSO

✮ 69 with him ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

✮ ridingg himm *ω*

✮ overstimulating him is so fun >w<

✮ riding his face + soft sex -0-

✮ fingering till you shaking >0<

✮ stroking his cock till he's shaking U-U

✮ loves teasing your clit nd nipples >-<

✮ his mommy <3

✮ giving him a tit job + your preety pussy ^-^

✮ riding him so good ^0^

✮ on the kitchen counter >^<

part 1

❛ SHE'S PASSED OUT❜

‧₊˚. 𝐹𝐸𝒜𝒯𝒰𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 :: Uchiha Sasuke x fem!reader, Uchiha Itachi x fem!reader, Uchiha Madara x fem!reader, Otsusuki Indra x fem!reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * WARNINGS :: (overall warnings, will be specific in individual) passing out during sex, praise, degradation, overstimulation, creampie, no protection, missionary, prone bone, cow girl, riding, doggy, slapping, begging, slight? choking, SOMNOPHILIA, oral -> female receiving, hair pulling/tugging, use of a safe word + more (total word count 4.7k+)

𝒫𝑅𝒪𝑀𝒫𝒯 :: Passing out during sex with Uchiha men (bc it's too overwhelming) and having to get tapped back in .ೃ࿐

HONEY'S A/NOTE :: if this isn't your cup of tea then simply scroll past. I do not condone this behaviour in real life, this is purely fictional, meaning it isn't real. Also, this is made off of the same writing from the BSD version of this!! so its the same but diff character inserts

m.list | naruto m.list | uchiha m.list

‧₊˚. UCHIHA SASUKE :: missionary, prone bone, overstimulation, cervix fucking, no protection, he's kinda mean here, creampie, slight somnophilia -> fucks you slowly while your passed out before you come back in, pet names 'darling' + more? (wc :: 900+)

Your body shuddered under him, causing your grip on his hands to weaken. Your hips were secured, and then his power hoisted you onto your knees as a bicep encircled your neck, lifting your head.

Your head was lifted from the futon with as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows, the grip was not firm.

You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Sasuke leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure.

Sasuke groans in satisfaction, praising you for taking him so deeply as he intensified the pressure on your back. He observed as your ass pressed against his lower stomach, gazing at your cunt with dark irises.

Watching as your strides pulled him in, creating a luscious white halo of desire around his .

"I'm making you feel so good, am I not?" Sasuke moaned, his head tilting down, sweat forming on his forehead as he witnessed you unraveling and shaking from his cock, soft moans escaping your full lips.

Sasuke groans, "I'm going to satisfy you completely."

"Please, I want to come," you plead, craving the release, your desperation evident as tears flow down your flushed face.

Your body tightens around him as he quickens his movements, effortlessly adjusting to the rhythm while your cries of pleasure grow louder.

"Oh, darling," he chants in your ear, followed by a deep groan that caused your insides to tighten around his.

You are unable to grasp any thoughts that flooded your mind.

"Come on," he muttered and you convulsed around him as your climax engulfed you, your legs trembling under his increased pressure.

His didn't decrease, making you whimper from being overstimulated, but Sasuke aided in it, his movements of the hips still pushing against yours, assisting you in enduring my climax as he pursued his own. Letting out a moan, he pressed his lips to yours once more while thrusting his hips forcefully against you, releasing his seed inside you which made you gasp into the kiss.

And as you sensed more of his cum filling your fertile womb, coating your inner walls in white, you could almost imagine your belly swelling from the sheer amount of his cum inside you already inside you.

"Sasuke!" you gasp when he wasn't stopping, lifting your body, manhandling you to your back.

Sasuke groans, "Quiet."

Your hands were now pinned above your head with one of his hands, all you could do was tighten your legs around his waist and arch your back further into his advances. Although, you weren't quite sure how much you could hold out now. Your body is aching so badly, and you could feel a haze floating around your body as you become weaker.

Whimpers left your throat, your clit throbbing with a painful need for more as his pelvis made contact with your bud with every thrust. Your head was lolled back, at the pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts got rougher, so rough your breasts bounced with every hit.

Your walls continued to squeeze him tightly, your whimpers filling his ear and you indulged in the way he let out breathy groans into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth and so did Sasuke as you both came again, thrusting his cum deeper inside your walls.

"See," Sasuke hums. "Doing so good."

Fingers digging into your waist tighter, his cock twitching restlessly inside your gummy walls. He keeps thrusting into you without stopping. You could feel the cum slipping from your pussy, and your whimpers grew louder, walls clenching around his length.

"Wait," you moan out, beginning to see white dots and black in your vision. "Sasuke, wait, slow… sl-"

You clamped down onto his dick, squeezing him down tightly as you came again before you fell limp underneath him, he didn't seem to notice at that point. His head thrown back, thrusting into your cunt. Sasuke's fringe was stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily. A frown comes onto Sasuke's face when he realises something, your squirming has stopped your your legs have fallen limp to the futon.

Looking down, a smirk comes onto his face, his thrusts becoming slower, but not ever leaving your cunt, watching your breath hitch with every thrust. “huh?" Sasuke hums confused looking down at your peaceful expression.

“Now, now,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, leaving red hickies all over your collarbone. “This isn’t exactly the time to take a nap, is it?”

He taps your cheek lightly, his cock still thrusting in and out of your cum filled pussy. “Come on, wake up."

As you start to stir, your eyes slowly opening, Sasuke smirks. “There she is,” he says softly, leaning closer as his fingers gently brush your hair back from your face.

Your head feels heavy, and you blink up at him, disoriented. “Sasuke…?”

"Shhh," he coos. "'was taking good care of you while you fell asleep on me."

His thrusts speed up and you cum so hard, it feels like every system is shutting down. "Sasuke!"

It’s as if that orgasm took his edge off because he takes his time now, dragging his mouth over your stomach, kissing the curves of your breasts. It wasn't too long before his own cum spills inside your pussy, a white ring forming around the base of his cock, his and your own cum mixed in.

"I think I should make you pass out more," Sasuke smirks down at you.

‧₊˚. UCHIHA ITACHI :: oral -> female receiving, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingerwarming??? (if thats a thing lmao), fingering, passing out, getting tapped back in, praise, begging, hair pulling, pret name 'sweetheart', oral -> male reveicing + more (wc :: 1.2k+)

You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. Itachi's moans grew louder before he struggled to maintain a still stature. Itachi began to move your head through the tuffs of your hair, your movements not your own as you removed your hand and let him take control.

He moans, "Feel so good, you're such a good girl, taking me so well."

Your panties just became more soaked than they already were as you moaned helplessly on his cock at the praise and a breathy laugh left his throat, and it made your tummy tingle.

When you take him carelessly and put him into your mouth, tears well up in the doe's eyes. Your cunt was soaking wetter by the moment, and the whimpers coming out of his mouth made it even more likely that he would soak your pants.

Itachi started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth.

A groan leaves his moan as he stroked your head lovingly, "Oh, you're so good, such a good girl, good for me. Now.. let me return the favour, sweetheart."

So now, you are down beneath Itachi, with your head thrown back against the soft pillow beneath your head, your legs slung over his shoulders. Additionally, a little pillow was placed beneath your hips, so if Itachi felt like eating your cunt, he could take as much time as he liked. 

"'tachi," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit, tongue lapping at your soaked folds.

"Mmmmm," he hums against your clit as he moved his mouth from your entrance, the vibrations causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

You don't know how long you have been here for, but you do know that Itachi had drawn out three orgasms from you, an hour you thought, he had you here for an our. As much as Itachi loved to eat you out and indulge in your essence, he loved to edge you, so you'd be squirming under him.

Arching your back, your cunt only pressed further into Itachi's face, you just wanted to have your release, you body was aching, aching so much. You could see stars every time he curls his fingers into your sweet spot, but he wasn't doing that right now, his fingers were just resting inside your tight heat.

"Itachi," you whine subtly, you just wanted him to hurry up, but he was taking so long

Every stripe of his tongue on your clit made your body shudder, so much so that you felt as if you were doing to pass out. Although, you thought that if he would go any faster, you would in fact pass out, so you were in a bit of a predicament. Going slow, just made you exhausted and any faster you would pass out.

"You'll be alright," Itachi reassures, of course he'd know that you'd be alright, he is the smartest, isn't he?

"I don't… don't think I will," you moan.

"Yeah you will."

Gosh, he was so hard to talk back to.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Itachi grip keeps you in place.

"Itachi," you moan out. "Feels so good, making me feel so good."

He loves praise and you love giving it to him.

You could feel Itachi hum against your drenched folds. "C'mon, you have to say more than that, sweetheart," he urges.

Once more, Itachi's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips. As he sucked your clit between his lips and flicked your sensitive bud with his tongue, Itachi was eagerly moving his head in motion to get a full dive into your cunt.

You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Mmmmm~  Itachi, you know me so well, making me-- feel s' good," you slur, drunk on pleasure.

His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his advances, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit.

Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it. Itachi's two fingers inside your cunt began to move once more, you eyes widened, your back further arched into his face, thighs clenching tighter around your head.

"Itachi, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Itachi was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit.

"See taking it so well," Itachi moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the futon, this was your pleasure, not his own.

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

You cry his name through broken letters, and he moves more quickly and needily, and the one hold he had on your leg tightens. Your fingers encircled his locks to prevent him from moving and force him to breathe more deeply into your folds as your tummy coil tightened.

The grunts just served to tip you over the brink, and when he pressed his tongue firmly against your clit, you let out a low-pitched scream. Your stomach coil parted, drenching his face in liquid.

With your soaked pussy flowing out from your swollen folds, he carefully withdrew his fingers. You softly mewls in overstimulation and plants a kiss on your clit before going right back in, but faster and your thighs clamp shut.

"Itachi!" you moan, chest heaving. "Too much, sensitive, wait!"

"Just one more," Itachi moans, hips rutting into harder into the futon, he too wanted to cum, you looked so pretty here and tasted so divine, he just needed to.

You really couldn't do it anymore, well you wanted too but you could see the black dots and stars covering your vision. You believed you could endure. But you couldn't as you fell limp under the detective. Your thighs loosened significantly and the strong grip you had on Itachi's hair went slack, and your back fell flat to the covers.

He noticed instantly, his head coming out up from between your thighs, your cum all over his chin and mouth. But, he wasn't concerned about that right now.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly. He quickly checked your pulse.

He lifted you gently, removing the pillow beneath your lower back. As you stirred back to consciousness.

“You’re awake,” he said relieved. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you murmured, still disoriented.

“Take it easy,” he instructed, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving too fast. “You passed out. That’s not something to ignore.”

You could see the concern in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault,” he replied, his voice calm. “But we’ll take things slower next time.”

‧₊˚. UCHIHA MADARA :: mating press, somnophilia, overstimulation, passing out during sex, use of safe work (red), breeding, no protection, cumming multiple times -> not managing to say it before passing out, praise, degrading? + more? (wc :: 1.2k+)

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Madara's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Madara's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"Madara," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt, you see stars every time you gush around his cock.

Madara lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him.

"You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You're going to take me, sweetheart, going to take everything I give you.

"Feels s' full though, Madara," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. Madara drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done.

But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Sweetheart, please," Madara whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Continue f'r me?"

"'mmmm m'kay, be gentle," you huff. "So rough before, Madara."

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of your needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Madara was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Madara was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Taking it real good, such a slut."

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Madara's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but… Too much, Madara. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, sweetheart, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster, and your knees and thighs ached being pushed so close to your chest and head.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Madara."

Madara hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good girl, taking me so deep," Madara groaned, pulling away from your mouth.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Madara groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Madara groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper, but Madara didn't seem to understand your predicament, you were so fucked out, your mind running laps in stars and your vision blurring. You began to see stars in you peripheral vision. "Slow down! Madara! Hurts!" you managed to whimper out but you could feel yourself slipping. "Re-…."

You head falls limp to the pillow, a scrunched but peacful expression falling on your face, Madara was too pussy drunk to even notice for the first couple of seconds. He feels your hands slip from his hair, that's only when he notices, when he really looks at you. Madara's eyes widen in absolute confusion. Madara freezes mid-motion, his black eyes widening.

"{Y/n}?" He calls out confused. His hand rises to your face, tucking away a strand of hair from your forehead as he gently tapped your cheek to wake you up. "Wake up." After nothing, his eyebrows rise. He feels your pulse, his fingers hovering just over the skin of your neck. Your pulse is there but your knocked out. "Damn it," he mutters under his breath. He pulls you gently into his arms, laying you down carefully as he watches over you.  Minutes pass. When you finally begin to stir, you hear his voice before you even fully regain your senses. "You're awake," he says. "What were you thinking, pushing yourself this far?" You blink up at him. "I... didn't mean to," you manage to say. "Don't mean to?" He leans down closer. "Do you realize what could have happened if I wasn't paying attention? You passed out beneath me. You're lucky I noticed when I did." He releases your chin, his fingers trailing down along your jaw before releasing you completely, but he doesn't back up. "I didn't mean to," you whisper, as embarrassment wells up in your chest. "It was just. too much." Too much?" he repeats. "You'd think you knew your limits better by now." You hang your head. "I thought I could manage it. Madara chuckles. "Apparently, you thought wrong. Amusing, really. For one that tries so hard to keep up, you still have a long way to go." Your gaze once more meets his. "Perhaps you simply did too much." "Me? Did too much?" He replies, catching at your chin. "You were the one who passed out, remember? If anyone did too much, it was you." His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, sending a shiver coursing down the length of your spine.  "Next time," he murmurs lowly, "I'll make sure you can handle it. We're not done yet." "Madara." you start off, his hand moving from your chin to trail down the length of your neck. "I'll take care of you," he whispers, his voice dropping to a whisper while his lips hover close to your ear. "But don't think for one second that I'm going to let you off easy. Next time, I'll push you even further. And you'd better be ready for it."

‧₊˚. OTSUTSUKI INDRA :: somnophilia, doggy?? bent over a desk??, rough sex, cockwarming, degredation + more? (wc :: 1.3k+)

God, you didn't know how long you've been sitting here for, your back flush against Indra's back with his cock snug inside of you. Writing practice, writing practice. Why did he more than usual all of a sudden?

Not only was the amount of calligraphy bugging you, every time you move, it could be only a slight movement, you would instantly come on his cock. Indra's cock was nudged so deep inside you, resting right against your cervix.

The only problem was, was that every time you did come, Indra's arm, which was tightly wrapped around your waist, got tighter, rendering your more from movement.

"{Y/n}," Indra hums, his mouth close to your ear and you pushed down a moan. "You are making it very hard for me to practice."

Forcing down a mewl, you managed to reply, "S-Sorry, Indra."

"You are? Well... you are making quite the mess as well," he continues, his hand moving lower and you hold your breath in anticipation.

You immediately cover your mouth with a shaky hand, your legs trembling further as Indra's skilled fingers began to press down onto your sensitive nub.

"I-Indra," you moan muffled again your palm.

"You're being loud as well," Indra mummers, almost in a disappointed tone. "Can't have that now, can we?"

It only took a few singular moments to which you were now getting bent over his desk, a loud gasp falling past your lips at the action. Paper go flying everywhere while Indra's cold hand trails up the back of your thigh, hiking your skirt up higher to your hips, getting a better angle to see your cunt.

He hums in thought, seeing how that his pelvis and lower abdomen is soaked with your cum, now dripping down his balls.

"Indra, please," you whimper.

"Please, what? {Y/n}?" he hums, wanting to hear your answer.

"Move, please, Indra," you replied, all you wanted was for him to begin to move.

"Alright," Indra says simply. "I'm gonna do as I please, and your going to take all of it."

Your eyes widened and before you could register it, he pulled out, just so his tip was insight your seeping hole before slamming into your cunt.

"Indra!" you moan, your hands were now pinned to your back, his singular hand holding your wrists while the other digs into the flesh on your wait, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Indra's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Look how you take me in," Indra grunts.

Indra's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside. Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Indra rolled his hips into yours.

A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides. Indra's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

You couldn't, your legs were spread widen and you were pinned to the desk His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Indra was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Indra was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment.

"I'm listening, don't be so loud," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Indra hummed.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Indra's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Indra. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed.

"Looks like you pussy is saying something else," Indra added. Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. Your body trembled beneath him. Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Indra hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good, taking me so deep," Indra groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper. He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with purple iris'.

Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock Indra groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

A satisfied smirk came onto Indra's face as he watched those tears that welled in your fluffy lash line spill down your smooth cheeks.

"Good girl ," Indra groans.

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate.

"See, you're doing good," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"Please, please, please.""

"Go ahead," he moans and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, only he doesn't stop. It was too much, his balls slapping relentlessly against your clit and his cock hitting your soft spot every single time, it's too much.

You began to see black, white and yellow spots dancing in my vision as he refused to slow down, chasing his own high but before you. could even register, you were out, gone, asleep, knocked out, passed out.

Indra immediately noticed, because your loud racket of moans had completely ceased and a faint frown touches his lips, though no panic flashes across his face. Indra tilts his head as he removes himself from your cunt, more interested know in you.

"{Y/n}," he called your name once. Since you didn't reply, he let out a sigh. His eyes narrowed and he sat back. He checked your pulse. Your heartbeat was regular. "Tch," he grumbled, Finally, you began stir, groaning softly as consciousness returned. Your eyes finally opened. "You've awakened," he said, his voice flat. You blinked confused, trying to push yourself up into a sitting position. "Indra… I…" "Don't talk," he growled, cutting you off. "You fainted." You swallowed hard, not knowing how to respond. "I didn't mean to… it was just…" "Reckless," he interrupted again. "You should've known better than to push yourself that hard." "I… I didn't realize…" "Obviously," he repeated. "You weren't prepared. "I wasn't expecting you to… slip up," he continued. "But now, we know where your limits are." "I'll… try harder next time," you stammered out. Indra cocked an eyebrow. "There won't be a next time if you don't learn from this." "Rest now," he ordered, then his eyes gentled. "You will need your strength."

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