Matching Fate

Men who are lazy, and like to watch their girl bounce on top of him. Loves when you ride him while bracing your hands on his chest, while his hands are fondling yours. Tugs and pulls on your nipples until you are arching your back, pushing your chest more towards him. Makes you lean down so he can suck on your perky little buds, ignoring your whines to be more gentle because he’s usually one to play with your tits until they’re red and raw, and covered with his marks. The rare moments when he’s giving your boobs a break, he’ll be leaning back on whatever surface he’s laying on, a lazy smirk adorning his face as he watches you struggle to remain on top of him. He’ll be mercilessly rubbing your clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers until your thighs are trembling. But, the very moment you start showing signs of any tiredness, he’ll be gripping your ass or thighs to hover you just above his hips so he could fuck up into you. Won’t relent until you’re either squirting on top of him or until you pass out.

“Come on pretty girl, you can hold out a bit more, can’t you?” “C’mon baby, fuck yourself dumb on my cock.” “Aw, is my little baby tired? Want daddy to fuck your pretty little pussy now?” “Such a spoiled little girl aren’t you,, can’t do anything without daddy’s help.”

SUKUNA, gojo, toji, urahara, zaraki, grimmjow, dazai, KISHIBE, yoshida, dabi, hawks, NAGI, sae, reo and anyone else you can think of

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Game Over | Leviathan x F! Reader smut

Warning: female reader, blow job, pet names “baby”, “darling” and “good girl” used.

Enjoy💜

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“Levi~” you whined, sliding down the side of his bathtub bed, only receiving a quick “hm?” As a response.

“You’ve been playing that game for 6 hours straight I want your attention”

“Yeah yeah as soon as I beat this level!”

“You‘ve said that after every level” you groaned as you didn’t get a response. Unless you count the squeaks of his game chair as a response then you got a few.

You had tried to asked Levi a few questions a few minutes after, but only realizing he wasn’t paying any attention to you, and he’d just give you generic responses.

“I’m gonna go get a snack you want anything?”

“Mhm that’s great honey.”

You sighed as Leviathan let out a small evil chuckle as apparently something went according to his plan.

“I’m gonna go jump off of the balcony in Lucifer’s room.” You said sitting on your knees.

“Ok, be careful.”

You rolled your eyes and almost let out a chuckle.

“After that I’m gonna go to mammon and see if he wants to recreate any of his sexy fantasies he has of me every night. Maybe I’ll get some dick from him.”

“Ok, have fun.”

If Levi actually heard that he’d blow a fuse and go after his brother, but, apparently his game was more important. Suddenly, an idea sprung into your mind.

If words won’t get his attention, maybe actions will. You quickly crawled over to Levi’s desk. Luckily, it was one of those days that he sat a few inches away from the desk so you could sneak under it.

“Wait- did y/n just say she was going to get dick from ma-ah!” He quickly covered his mouth with his hand as you placed your hand on his inner thigh before moving your hand upwards and over his dick, then resting it on the hem of his pants.

“Levi~” you cooed. “I want you so bad”

“A-after this level ok?” He whimpered out as you pulled down his pants and underwear, his half hard dick springing out.

“I never said you can’t play your game lev, I’m just gonna do what I want too. Let’s call it..an extra challenge. Focus on the game, while I focus on giving you pleasure~” you cooed, bringing your mouth close to his dick, your hot breath tickling him before spitting on his cock. Leviathan was trying his very hardest to focus on the task at hand: his game, but when he felt your hands wrap around his cock, and giving it a gentle squeeze before your hot mouth and cute lips wrapped around his tip, he could practically blow his load right there. He tried to focus on his computer screen, but he couldn’t help but to let his eyes wonder off screen to meet your eyes that stared up at him innocently as your mouth was wrapped around his dick. A shiver ran down his spine. He shook his head and focused back onto his screen, which didn’t make you satisfied. You pulled off his cock, with a satisfying pop, which made him bite his lip.

You had been with Levi for a while, and you knew his body like the back of your hand. You smirked as you licked the sensitive vein on the bottom side of his dick, making Levi throw his head back and moan, his hips bucking up.

“T-that was a cheap s-shot.” He mumbled, his cheeks stained red as you gave him an innocent smile.

“Better focus on your game before you lose.” You say before sucking again, making sure your tongue abuses that vein.

Levi’s head was spinning as he got closer to his climax. He couldn’t help but to start bucking his hips up, whines and groans leaving his mouth, the game completely out of his mind, as he gripped the back of his chair, his climax bubbling up inside of him hard, before coating the back of your throat with his hot cum, a loud whine escaping his mouth as his dick twitched in your mouth.

“Game over!” The computer shouted as you pulled up, giggling softly.

“Oops. I guess you lost. Sorry baby.”

“Oh no don’t sorry baby me.” Levi said grabbing your hair, making you sit up as he pulled your hair. He leaned down capturing your lips with his harshly.

His tongue explored your mouth, hints of his cum coating his tongue before pulling back.

“You better be ready for a long night. We’re not stopping until the sun rises.” Leviathan spoke has he held your chin in his hand.

“B-but Levi we can’t tell when the sun rises in your room-”

“Is that a problem? It better not be, you wanted this. So get your ass up here. We’ll stop when I’m satisfied and when I feel like you’ve made it up for making me lose my game.”

You knew you were in trouble when his tail, and horns started to appear.

“Unless you wanna go get dick from mammon instead.” He mocked you as you shook your head.

“No, I only want your dick. Your dick makes feel so good only you can satisfy me.” You whined out making leviathan chuckle.

“Good girl.”

~~~~~

“ACHOO!” Mammon sneezed, wiping his nose on his jacket before placing the magazine he was looking at down on his bed.

“Ya! One of my stupid brothers must be talkin bout the great mammon! As they should.” He says confidently before picking up Goldie that Lucifer has recently given back to him.

“Now, how about we do some shoppin Goldie ol girl?”

End

all is well and they are silly and wholesome

teacher’s aide (levi ackerman)

warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!levi agenda

levi ackerman was an esteemed and recognised sociology professor. stern, strict and to the point in all of his lectures. most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through powerpoint slides like it was the morning paper.

you had been working hard for that teacher’s aide position for two years, when you finally got the acceptance email. it was no secret on campus that professor ackerman’s assistants worked closely to him and got accepted in prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.

it was also no secret that professor ackerman was incredibly good-looking. his veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so…

“y/n.” his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. crap. the whole auditorium was staring at you. “the papers.” was all he said before going back to his laptop. you looked down at your hands, realising you were holding the class’s tests for more than you should. you cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. as you walked down, your eye caught his.

levi noticed everything. he noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers and the beads of sweat on your forehead. levi ackerman was not the kind of man that would catch feelings for a student, but you were so…good.

yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that’s why he always rejected your aide application. but he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. you were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.

maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren’t afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.

or maybe…shit, how long have i been staring? levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.

class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking left over questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow’s one.

“sir, i’m wondering about…” you rolled your chair across the auditorium’s stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, “this one.” you pointed at a question on the paper.

levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.

“well, this-this one…” he trailed off, watched you push your hair off your neck, leaving the bare skin on sight for him. god, he could eat you right then and there.

levi had never been more thankful for his phone to ring in his life. the vice dean’s name flashed on the screen, and you leaned back to allow him to get the device.

“i have to go…meeting…come by my office tonight, okay?” he scrambled to get his things and ran off, leaving you in the empty auditorium.

you let your head fall on your pillow, groaning with despair. he hates me. he can’t even talk to me.

you had seen him earlier with petra, his old t.a who graduated last year. he was laughing, for fuck’s sake. he was laughing and buying her coffee in the campus coffee house, and they were sitting over a book and…

“ugh! what is she even doing here?” you threw your pillow on the floor, but it hit you back in the face.

“oh my god, shut up!” your roommate kept hitting you with the pillow, until you grabbed it. “enough, y/n, please.”

“mikasa, do you think they’re dating?” you sat up on the bed, looking at the girl across you. “be honest, i can take it.”

“i think you’re sick. there’s something seriously wrong with you.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“he’s so…”

“old.”

“mature.”

“he’s mature because he’s old.” your roommate kindly reminded you of your age difference. “get over him, please. even if he liked you, he’s your teacher. i doubt he would put his job in danger.”

your eyes lit up, an excited smile covering your earlier gloom.

“you think he likes me?”

“that’s not what i said. where are you going?”

you only grinned before grabbing your bag and barging out of the dorm room. your shoes squeezed against the polished floors as you made your way to the teachers’ wing, and to the third door to your left, your favourite wooden door in the world.

with a sigh, you lifted your fist to knock, but something made you freeze. you looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor, before pushing your ear against the door.

shit, shit, shit, shit

he was moaning. fucking moaning, in his office, when he had specifically told you to visit him. you thought of the possibility of him having a girl in there, even petra, but no one else could be heard. everything right in your head was telling you to turn around and leave, but your hand was on the doorknob, and you were slowly twisting it.

just one look. one look and i’ll-

your eyes grew wide at the sight. a half empty bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass, a cigarette was slowly burning on the ashtray, the first two buttons of his white shirt were undone. god, you could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. the desk obscured your vision, but you could see his hand moving up and down, up and down, up-

“fu-fuuuck.” his voice strained, his head fell back and you were wet a creep.

you turned around and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. looking at your reflection on your phone, you made sure pervert wasn’t written across your forehead, and turned back around.

two soft knocks on the door. levi fixed his hair quickly, buttoned his shirt and put the cigarette out.

“come in.” you entered the room and he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“long day?” you pointed at the bottle, smiling softly. he chuckled and motioned for you to sit down. “i can come back some other…” you trailed off when he took another glass out, filling it halfway and pushing it towards you.

you fidgeted with a ring on your finger, unsure of what to do.

“i shouldn’t…”

“i won’t tell if you won’t.” he filled his own glass and raised it to you, before taking a sip. you smiled softly, taking a sip of the drink. it burned coming down, just like his gray stare on you did.

“i have the tests marked. that question i was wondering about earlier,” you took the stack of papers out of your bag, leaving them in front of the man.

“yeah, i looked it up. it’s actually-”

“i figured it out.” you cut him off. he raised an eyebrow and put his glasses on, looking down at the marked paper, and the right answer which you had wrote down in red ink.

“you did.” he agreed and looked at you through strands of his raven hair. “good girl.”

you froze. you could feel your whole face turning an ugly shade of red. a million disgusting thoughts ran through your head as he walked around the desk to sit on the chair across from yours. his muscles flexed as he reached over the desk to get the ashtray and his drink. you took a big sip of the drink, trying to convince yourself the sexual tension was just in your head.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“what?” he shook you out of your thoughts. he knew you were staring at him.

“nothing. i’ve never seen you like this.” you admitted, still sipping your drink.

“like what?”

like you don’t have a stick up your ass.

“relaxed.” you opted for the nice comment.

“i’m far from relaxed, trust me.” you watched as he placed a cigarette between his wet lips, lighting it with a white lighter.

“those are bad luck.” you took the lighter in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“huh. maybe that’s why my life’s shit.” he chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“come on…” your eyes fell on a book on his desk.

masculine domination, pierre bourdieu. you grinned, taking it in your hands to inspect the front page.

“take it. it’s for my doctorate students, but i think you-”

“i’ve read it.” you closed it and put it back on the pile.

“of course you have. you’re a smart girl, you know?”

he was praising you. and he was filling your glass again. when did you even finish the first?

“are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“i think you’re capable of controlling yourself.”

“don’t be so sure.” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“what was that?”

“nothing!” you shook it off with a smile, but he had heard you just fine.

god, you wanted him so bad. as the hours went by, and the bottle came to its’ end, you became more and more impatient. you were scared of what you would do honestly, if one more drop of alcohol entered your system. but, were you crazy to think he wanted this too? why would he pour you a drink, and ask you all these questions, and make you laugh with stupid jokes if he-

“what are you thinking about?” he shook you out of your thoughts. you showed him the clock on the wall.

“that i should get going. some teacher thought it would be a good idea to have an 8 am class.” you grinned. you reached your hand out to return him his lighter, but you dropped it instead.

“that’s one lousy teacher.” he chuckled, kneeling on the floor to get the lighter. you waited for him to get up, so you could too, but he wouldn’t move. still kneeling, he came closer to you, his hands hesitantly moving to rest on the sides of your thighs.

internally, you were screaming. but not a single breath came out of your mouth as you watched him. he sighed and finally locked eyes with you.

“i’m not crazy, am i?”

“wh-what?” your voice came out as a whisper. pathetic.

“to think there’s something, right? here. there’s something here and i-”

“sir-”

“don’t.” he squeezed your thighs and you swore your heart would jump out your chest sooner or later. he straightened his back and got up, pulling you with him. “don’t call me sir.”

you let him seat you on top of his desk, you let him spread your legs and stand between them. he pushed your hair behind your ear and inched closer. his breath against your neck made you shiver, and a soft kiss forced a small gasp out of your mouth.

your hands trembled as you placed them around his neck, and his breath staggered when you played with the strands of hair that fell on his undercut.

“please kiss me.” he swore his knees would give when he heard your voice, so soft, so sweet. you were as needy for him as he was for you.

his strong hands met your face, his silver ring cooled your burning cheek. you closed your eyes, and his lips finally met yours. it was careful at first, both of you scared the other would change their mind. but all it took was you pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he lost his mind. his hands slipped down to your waist and you arched your back to get closer to him, if that was even possible. your mouth trailed to his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down his neck. a playful bite made him gasp. you chuckled.

“stop. you’ll drive me crazy.” he squeezed your hip.

“good.” you grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, but his hand in your hair held you back.

“you have to go…” he managed between soft kisses down your chest, at least as far as your shirt allowed, “or i won’t be able to stop.” he held your hands, and kissed them both, maintaining eye contact with you.

“then don’t stop.” you whined, but your grin turned into a frown when he pulled you off the desk and fixed your skirt. “levi-”

“save something for later, right?”

his promise of a later was enough. you left him to clean up and walked out the door with a sheepish smile and a whispered goodnight.

your phone buzzed on your way back to the dorms, and you stopped in your tracks when you saw the name on the screen.

professor ackerman: wear that green dress tomorrow.

you raised an eyebrow.

just the dress.

He’s so baby girl coded <3

sukuna’s the type to make you grind on his visible bulge and say “ya feel that, princess? ya feel me?” with that smug smirk on his face.

sukuna’s the type to eat you out till sunrise.

sukuna’s the type to make you cry just so he can kiss those pretty tears away. “aw — pretty baby’s crying for big ol’ me? my princess doesn’t deserve this.”

sukuna’s the type to change his attitude so quickly. one minute he’ll be the sweetest man to exists then the next minute he’ll say the nastiest degrading things you’ll ever hear. “bitch — ya crying? pussy can’t take it? too bad — you’re taking it . . fuck . . ya such a greedy, nasty, dirty whore for me huh . . “

sukuna’s the type to have your name tattooed on him and he’s the type to ink you up as well. he didn’t tell you he got his name tattooed, you saw it. on the back of his neck.

sukuna’s the type to randomly send you a sex position he saw online and say “let’s try it later kukuku.”

sukuna’s the type to draw you. naked. he has a talent for drawing. one time he drew you after sex, that’s his aftercare. it was a masterpiece for sukuna. you lying on top of a messy bed with absolutely nothing on.

sukuna’s the type who likes to fuck you’re face. his favorite thing ever <3

sukuna’s the type to like the freakiest girls the most.

sukuna’s the type to answer the call mid-sex. he doesn’t care, why would he anyways? “the fuck is this — baby . . fuck — get closer yeah? — wasn’t talking to you fool what do ya want? m’ busy ya hear her moaning?”

sukuna’s the type to kiss your pussy goodnight after ruining it for hours :)

a good morning

(uncensored +2pages on patr, if anyone wants to see )

Yeah I’ll drink to that