i miss my three favorite slashers sm
nobody knows.
โyour brother would kill you if he knew how dirty you get with his best friend.
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"Shut up. It's like you want to get caught."
his mouth is clamped on your face, trying to contain the moans escaping your mouth but his hand could only do so much. You're straddling his giant quads while he thrusts up into you from below.
It's 2am. You're supposed to be sleeping but instead, you're getting fucked by your brother's best friend. Your brother is sleeping a couple rooms down, completely unaware.
"Get off." he demands.
"Whaโ why?"
"You don't know how to shut the fuck up."
He's lifting you off, but you clutch on to his shoulders, gluing yourself to him.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll shut up, please don't stop." you're so close to unraveling but it's just so, so hard to keep quiet. He reaches over to the foot of the bed and grab the panties he ripped off of you moments ago.
"Open."
You open your mouth and feel your own panties being shoved in your mouth. You look at him with wide, clueless eyes that ask him, "why?", but he thrusts up into you harshly, telling you to deal with it.
squelch squelch squelch
is all you hear right now, and the occasional groan from Toji. His hands hold your arms behind your back, leaving you helpless.
He's thrusting inside your warm cunt, fast and hard, chasing his own high. His mouth is slightly open, and his breath hits your shoulder blade, making you shiver.
"You're just gonna' let me use you like this? Huh?"
His hands move down to your ass, spreading you wide open so you can take all of him. You want to tell him it's too much, but you don't dare take the cloth out of your mouth; you know how mean he could be.
You resort to slapping him harshly on his chest, but he only slaps you right across the face. You whine loudly, arching your back in pain.
"Too much? Poor baby. Too bad you can't talk, huh?" he coos.
You love it. You love it so, so much. The way he's so much bigger than you made the sex 10x better, and he's so strong, putting you in whatever position he wanted you in.
"Can I fill you up, baby? Make you all mine?" how can you say no when he's asking so nicely?
You bob your head up and down, pleading him with your watery eyes. He comes so hard inside of you that his body is twitching aggressively in pleasure; his groans turned into soft moans, making you come all over him soon after. You both stay there, still dazed.
You take your panties out of your mouth, "Asshole," but you only earn a sharp slap to your ass.
knock knock knock
"Hey, is everything alright in there? Have you seen Toji?"
I guess the panties weren't as effective as Toji thought.
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A/N; i love toji's broke ass, I could fix him
cw/piv/spit/f!masterbatoin/nongraphicsmut/degratoin
As a person you were anything but a prude, finding comfort in your own sexuality. Despite this every time you were around pornstar! sukuna! you couldnโt help the blistering hot blush from overtaking your face.
It wasn't something about the inherent erotic atmosphere that followed him, nor the way his crimson eyes practically undressed you. It was all to do with that filthy video you saw before meeting him.
You would never be able to forget the way pornstar! sukuna! abdomen clenched as he came, nor the low pitched sound of his grunts.
And it simply felt wrong looking at him like that. He was your roommateโs friend, and it didn't matter what he did for a career! That didn't give you the right to sexualize his every movement, and stare at him like some touch-straved loser!
But still, you couldnโt help the way your thighs clenched every time he walked into the room. And you definitely couldn't help the way you stuttered over your words every time pornstar! sukuna! tried talking to you.
It wasn't your fault, seriously! He was just so alluring, downright seductive. His colossal muscular frame was only topped by his tenebrous coiling tattooโs, oh god and his piercings.
The small silver ball that sat on his tongue literally kept you up at night. Your thoughts always brought you back to wondering how the cold metal would feel slithering down your body.
And thoughts like those led to you clicking away on your phone, searching for a certain twitter account, which of course led to your pillow being tucked between your thighs, hips desperately buckling, seeking friction, relief for your needy core.
But you really should have been more attentive to who was in your apartment when you chose to fulfill your perverted tendencies.
pornstar! sukuna! who would have laughed when he heard the creaking sound coming from your room, and his own voice grunting out frankly degrading things, if the thought didn't leave him painfully hard.
Pushing his ear into the bathroom wall, the only thing separating the two of you, he listened desperately to the way you held back your small whimpers.
Palming himself through his shorts, the striking familiarity of the situation filled him. He had beyond a doubt filmed a โmovieโ that started like this before, and it left him wondering if you watched it, wanting the girl to be you.
He realised how grateful he was that your roommate, or his friend walked out for a while, to deal with โhis girlโ or something along those lines. Leaving Sukuna to crash on the couch instead of making the long journey back to his own apartment.
Figuring he would grant your wishes pornstar! sukuna! barged into your room, not even bothering to knock.
The view that graced his crimson eyes was damn near divine, celestial wasn't even a stretch in his eyes. Your flimsy raggedy t-shirt pulled up, only by the ends stuffed into your mouth as you desperately rutted into your pillow.
Your eyes widened in suprise as you realized who walked into your room, your body froze in complete and utter shock and you let the shirt fall from your mouth. Covering your body.
โDont stop on my account.โ He chuckled, the door clicking shut behind him.
You scrambled to hide your misdeeds, the phone you once clutched as a life line falling onto the soft padding of your bed. โSu-kuna?โ You questioned. โI-I.โ You stuttered not knowing how to defend yourself.
โI-I.โ He mocked, stalking closer to you. โDont try to act all innocent now, doll.โ He was halfway to your bed. โI heard that video.โ
You flushed with embarrassment by the time he reached the end of your bed. โIm s-orry!โ You squeeked, not knowing what to say, and feeling like a complete and utter perv.
pornstar! sukuna! who laughed again, freezing in his position. โFor what?โ He asked. โGetting off to my videos when I'm just in the room next door?โ He taunted, succeeding in another hit to your already falling ego.
He crawled onto the bed now, reminding you of a large lion hunting down his scared prey. His hand grabbed at your face, his thumb moving over your bottom lip. โIs that it?โ He asked.
You didn't reply, frozen in a mix of fear and embarrassment.
โAnswer me.โ He harshly scolded, pressing down hard on your lip now. He pressed so hard, he in fact caused your tooth to draw blood from your bottom lip.
โYes!โ You cried out, the heat having returned to your core tenfold. โI'm sorry!โ
โHmmโฆโ He stayed silent for a second, loosening his grip on your face, pretending to think. โTell me what you're sorry for.โ His hand moved from your face, to wrap around your neck. He didnโt squeeze but held his hand there.
โIm sorry f-orโ you stuttered โt-ouching myself to your v-ideos.โ
He squeezed down on your neck now lightly, enjoying the complete and utter control he had over you. โNow what does that make you?โ He spoke down to you, a taunting pout on his face.
Mouthing the word, because he figured your dumb little brain was full of thoughts of him pummeling you into the mattress.
โA w-hore.โ You faltered. โIt makes me a whore.โ Your voice was hardly a whisper, barely even audible.
He hummed in agreement, his hand finally abandoning your neck and moving to your shoulder. โAnd what happens to whores?โ He asked, his sultry voice sounding libidinous.
Not waiting for your answer he pushed you back into the mattress. โThey get treated like the filthy bitches they are.โ He spoke before yanking your shirt up past your tits.
pornstar! sukuna! who let a fat glob of spit fall onto the plump of your chest, before moving down to swirl his tongue around one of your nipples. His large hand cupped your other breast, smearing his saliva.
Shivering at the chill, your back arched in pleasure. The jewellery in his mouth felt better than you could have predicted. A stark contrast to how hot and constricting your skin felt.
Your hips desperately moved, searching for some type of relief. He momentarily abandoned your areola. โStop being such a greedy slut.โ He spoke, succeeding in making your hips still, before going back to swirling his tongue.
A harsh bite onto the plump of your tit fueled a moan, sounding more like a scream from the bottom of your lungs.
pornstar! sukuna! didn't bother with prep, figuring you did that for yourself earlier. He bottomed out in one harsh thrust, lighting all your nerve ending on fire.
You know how Hange is sometimes called Hans? I feel like reader finds it attractive and uses Hans to call Hange instead of the usual coupley ones
Can i request scenarios with this idea? I find it so adorable
Darling, what did you just call me?
Come again?
Type: Scenarios, fluff, Hange being called Hans
WC: 1,696
Pairing: Hange (or dare I say Hans) x Reader
A/N: Hnggg this is so cute. Thank you so much for requesting this! Also, I wrote this down (like, pen and paper) during my vacant time in college, which I thought was really interesting because I didn't think I would actually make something I'm happy with considering how sleepy I am during those vacants! I'm kind of proud of myself for that. Only the part by the end is the one written on google docs, and of course I edited some of the sentences online, but still! Hope you enjoy!
Hange being called Hans :)
It took you a while to realize that Hange tried their very best not to make it as obvious that most of your actions and words had such effects on them, driving them wild with desire and with love.
It always starts in the smallest of things. A slightly different style in clothing or even a different earring, but of course, Hange never fails to shower you with all the affection they can give you. They just keep it at a certain level as to not overwhelm you, because god knows you won't ever be able to leave the room if Hange was in the mood to show you just how much they love you, how much the slightest change in appearance is enough to make them swoon and be all overprotective.
But it doesn't end there. What you've noticed is that what seemingly affects them the most is when you call them. Whether it's verbal or by gesture, you name it. Once, you stood patiently by the doorway, calling Hange over once their meeting was done, and you swear, you could almost see them squirm as they went to you, the glint in their eyes betraying their nonchalant stride.
The moniker "Squad Leader" and simply their own name "Hange" would make them smile. Or even if their lips didn't feel like returning your smile, it would be their eyes doing it rather sweetly back at you. Hange swears that the way you say their name is a sedative of its own, by the way the moment your voice reaches their ears, their shoulders loose a bit of the tension in them, their eyes soften, their entire demeanor turning gentle. Hange endlessly loves the sound of their own name rolling from your tongue. They don't say it out loud, but Hange wishes there were more excuses just for you to say it.
"Hanji", you called them one time, a slip of the tongue, but Hange -- or should we say Hanji, loved it. You suppose it's just the cost of having such a unique name, and you tease them about having so many names, which they giggle at. Hange especially loves how the "ji" part sounded; it was a little fast and desperate, they said. It always caught them off guard whenever anyone but you said their name like that. It was a rare pronunciation to hear from you, but god did they love it, and they'll never ever complain.
"Hans" finally slipped out one day, and neither of you expected it. Your tongue had messed up between saying their name and saying something else entirely, hence the amalgamation of such a name. Though weirdly enough, you didn't dislike the sound, and neither did Hange. And just as odd was how Hange immediately knew you were calling for them. They really do have a lot of names, don't they?
"Sorry," You shake your head with a smile at your own mistake, but itโs almost like your mind scrambles just as quickly to find another excuse to say the rather attractive nickname once more. "I meant Hange. Can you get me the spice over there please?"
Hange tilts their head to the side cutely, taken aback by the slip-up.
"No, no" They chuckle, keeping the spice you were looking for in their hand, eyes squinting rather charmingly. "Say it again."
"What?" You return their playful and amused smile with one of your own. You definitely heard them loud and clear, but it was bewildering how Hange was offering you the chance to say the name again just like that.
"You know what." Hange runs their free hand by your cheek, gliding their thumb up and down before finally settling by your chin, "My name, how you just said it." Hange squeezes your chin gently twice, smiling down at you.
You chuckle, turning soft at the gentle gesture before complying with their request, "Hans. The spice, please?" It's only been the second time, but the way it feels coming out of your mouth feels so natural and familiar already. Hange finally sets the spice by the counter beside you.
"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" You grow disappointed by the way Hange lets go of your chin as they reply, but your smile doesn't waver.
"Hans." You say it again quietly. You find yourself growing fond of the new name, and so was Hange. Or should we say, Hans? "Do people call you that often?"
Hange ponders your question for a moment, "Hmmm. Maybe once or twice, but it's the first time I've heard it again. And I have to say, it was definitely better to hear it from you, even if it was accidental."
You lick your lips, considering the option of making it a new pet name for Hange. You certainly liked the sound of it, and if Hange's not averse to being called this name, then why not?
"Looks like your tongue has a mind of its own, making that name without even knowing people called me that before," Leaning against the counter, Hange's eyes glint as they look at you, "It's quite unique, isn't it?"
"It is,โ You say to yourself more than to Hange, and you can see them perk up at the mention of their name again, โHans, huhโฆ"
You were certainly going to use this as Hange's new nickname.
One night, Hange was being particularly stubborn and refusing to leave their work, using your very own desk and spending more time with their work and research than with you, the very opposite from what you two intended to do in the few days that they had a break. Hange's brows furrowed, eyes glued to the pages in front of them, a hand up their messy hair as they try to make sense of whatever's on the pages. Your patience was thinning, and yet all you could do was watch and call for them at random intervals.
"Hange." You called out, leaning against the doorway of your own place and watching as your own partner worked themselves away in the night.
"Just a few more pages, darling."
"You said the same thing like 3 pages ago."
"Give me some more time, alright?" Hange's tone remains stern, their eyes never leave the paper in front of them, and that's all it takes for you to walk over and press your hands firmly on the desk. Yet even with your presence in front of them, Hange's eyes are infuriatingly glued to their work.
"Hans." You called out at last, and to hear Hange's pen drop felt like a victory on its own. That, and the fact that they finally looked you in the eyes after what seemed like hours was enough for you to claim your silent success.
You smirk at their reaction, knowing very well how much of a hold that nickname has on both of you. Hange leans back on the chair after noticing your smug expression.
"You're unfair, you know that?"
"Not as unfair as you, working away like that and ignoring me completely." You walk over behind them, arms wrapped around and face snuggled deep in the crook of their neck, "Come on, snuggle with me in bed, Hans."
"You know, I don't know why, but..." Hange sighs deeply, lost in thought, yet a hand caresses your arm regardless, "That name has such an effect on me. I hate it."
"What name, Hans?" You start kissing the soft skin of their neck, to which Hange shivers at.
"That. Exactly that." Hange sighs yet again before finally standing up, twisting their body to face yours, hand lingering by your arm, "You're having way too much fun with that nickname of mine, aren't you darling?"
"Well, I mean," You let go of them, shoulders gesturing a shrug, "It's kind of attractive."
"You know," Hange says again, grabbing your hand and leading you slowly to your bedroom, "One of these days, I'm going to make you say that in bedโ"
"Hange!"
"Oh?" A chuckle escapes Hangeโs lips, noticing the switch up, "Why the sudden change of names, hm?"
"Youโre so mean to me."
"Maybe. But you make it so fun to tease you."
Soon you settle down in your bed, but not quite done in saying the name once more, almost like a mantra in itself.ย
"Hans," You whine, reaching out to Hange who was still looking down at you with amusement in their eyes as you lay comfortably on the bed. Hange soon joins you in bed chuckling at your sleepy demeanor.
"Better be careful and not say that too much in public." A kiss was pressed down your forehead, "It'll ruin the magic, hm?"
โI know, I know,โ You snuggle closer to Hange, โItโs aโฆ hot nickname, okay? Get used to it.โ
And Hange does, as the days drag on. Youโve both taken a liking to the nickname, and Hange couldnโt be more happy to hear it being said almost every single day. They donโt tire of hearing it even after being used as a last resort when theyโre feeling particularly stubborn and impossible to deal with. In fact, they find it endearing. Endearing for the reason that youโve got them wrapped around your little finger and they canโt quite bring themselves to let go.
They don't dislike the fact that โHansโ is what you usually call them instead of the usual, couple pet names either. They even think itโs more special that way, because you both know itโs just for them. You use it sparsely
You use it when youโre feeling needy, to which Hange will always melt at.
You use it when youโre reunited after losing them in the aisles of the grocery store, to which youโre unaware that Hange strays away from you intentionally just to hear you say that name again.
You use it when youโre sleepy and dazed and canโt be bothered to say their whole name (even if itโs just two syllables). Hange doesnโt mind.
But sleep in peace with the knowledge that whatever name you call them, just know Hans will be running straight into your arms at the end of every day.
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