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more knight iwaizumi PLEASE I BEG

me wanting to write a whole story about knight!iwaizumi and princess!reader… i might do it (if there’s enough peer pressure…)

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Dry humping with Iwa after he has a rough day at work. He always comes home to you complaining about all of the idiots he works with, but he never seems genuinely bothered. When he came home today though, you could see the tension in his shoulders and the subtle twitch in his eye. You being the most amazing girlfriend in the world (according to Haji) offer to help Haji relieve some of his stress. You gently lead him towards the oversized couch and order him to sit. You give him a shoulder massage and leave teasing kisses against the column of his neck. Haji's subtle groans start to pick up in volume and you maneuver to the front of the couch to take your rightful seat on his lap. You connect your lips in a searing kiss and grind your hips into his leisurely. His lips push against yours harder as he wraps both of his arms around your back. He bites yours lips eagerly and pushes your body harder into him. You two are desperately grinding against each other and panting into each others open mouths. Haji pulls back from your lips and releases an uncharacteristically loud gasp as you feel warmth puddle under you. You smile to yourself and pinch his cheek " Feeling better?"

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the princess and her honorable knight, who she has to practically beg to let her suck him off because he’s convinced that his lady should NEVER have to stoop so low as to sink on her knees for him.

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man who says “that’s my girl” when he feels your squeeze around his cock, grinning with every pulse

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18+ dilf!sugawara x f!reader, mean

cw: age gap, dom/sub relationship, degradation, overstimulation, use of ‘daddy’ several times, brief fingering, leashing/collaring, dacryphilia, breeding, uhhh this is pure filth... overall suga is one mean mf

when you gave the kind, older man a chance several months back, you were happily surprised by his sweet gestures: your favorite flowers ‘just because’, "be ready at 7" texts with a romantic dinner, and nothing but the most respectful touches.

he was perfect—he just always made you feel so special.

but when you finally got him into bed, you were in way over your head. and even now... he surprised you. every time.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” his voice was low, a wicked smile on his face, “was it really just from this toy? or were you thinking ‘bout me too?”

with your vibrator buzzing against your swollen clit at high frequencies, it took everything in you to just hold onto the sheets for dear life and just take it. with your back arched and ass up, your glistening pussy on display for him like the yummiest of buffets.

“p-please,” you cried halfheartedly, “‘m sorry, i—“

your words died in your throat with a sharp spank to your ass, reducing your sounds to a whimpering squeak and sob as your head fell into the pillow.

“nuh uh, don’t gimme that shit. you’re not sorry, don’t lie. you wanted this,” he sneered, slapping your pussy, “fuckin’ slut.” every filthy word was clearly articulated, causing liquid fire to climb up your spine, leaving you burning even hotter.

you looked back at him with softer, more genuinely pleading eyes, a stark contrast to earlier when you had been testing his patience and restraint a little too much throughout the day, starting with you making him breakfast with his shirt and no panties. then sending him increasingly inappropriate pictures of you on the couch, in the shower. but whatever remained of his patience ended when he returned home, exhausted and pent up, and caught you fucking yourself in your shared bed.

he did not take kindly to that.

“please,” you panted out, your thighs shaking, “i—”

another smack to your pussy. “who are you talking to right now?” his voice was low, without an ounce of kindness in it.

“daddy, please…” your voice trailed off.

“use your words, baby,” he gritted, “or else you’re gonna be counting how many times i spank your ass and your pussy.”

you whined out a pitiful little, “wan’ y’cock,” and almost screamed when he changed a setting on the vibrator. fuck, you wanted—needed to come; he’d been torturing you with the bullet for an hour now.

and to your utter disbelief, he actually laughed, almost right in your face. it was a mocking, mean laugh, as if you were stupid to even suggest such a thing. “you know the rules. say them.”

after no immediate answer, he slapped your ass again, causing you to recite out a half-moan of “naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come.”

“good to know you’re not completely brainless,” he grunted, changing the setting once again on the toy. he shoved one finger—barely not enough—between your folds, curling right up against that soft spongy spot that made you scream. “god, y’still so fucking tight. pussy just loves me, doesn’t she?”

you squealed out a broken form of “daddy!” before squirting that hot liquid right on his hand and the bedsheets that he just washed.

you weakly looked back, your eyes hazy from your searing hot orgasm, and you almost felt the need to run. the look in sugawara’s eyes were dark, where pools of black occupied where his irises once were.

“i didn’t tell you to come,” he said too calmly, “and you already messed up the clean sheets.”

you vainly tried to crawl away, but he grabbed your ankle, pulling you back toward him like you were weightless. “fuckin’ slut, never listenin’ to what i say.”

you heard the familiar jingle of metal, and your eyes widened. “‘m sorry, i’m sorry,” she babbled, “‘m sorry daddy, couldn’t—”

upon feeling the familiar collar around your already marked throat, a pitiful little whine escaped your lips. “please…”

with a pull on the leash, tugging you back slightly, sugawara hissed, “repeat the rules.”

your cheeks were flushed scarlet, and in a shaky voice, you murmured, “naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come.”

unsatisfied, he slapped her swollen, sensitive core, almost to the point of pain. “cut the shit. louder.”

“naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come,” you repeated, louder this time, with any shame you once had thrown out the window.

he hummed, lying back on the bed. with another tug on the leash, he ordered, “now ride me, you fuckin’ freak.”

with high hopes and absolutely no pushback, you mounted him excitedly and—

he stuffed your mouth with your dirty panties that he found between the soiled bedsheets and instructed, “face away from me. whores who don’t listen don’t get to look at me.”

with a whimper, you slowly sunk down on him, hearing a guttural groan from behind you. immediately, he tugged on the collar, urging you to move with no time to adjust.

“daddy—” you moaned, your voice muffled by your own undergarments.

“move.”

and who were you to disobey?

with every jerk of the leash choking the collar against your throat, you followed the rhythm he set, completely cockdrunk and mewling with every bounce.

“m-my legs—ah!” your legs burned from exertion, the smoldering ember at the bottom of your belly igniting once more.

“don’t you dare fuckin’ come, filthy girl,” he groaned, halting your movement to thrust up into you, selfishly chasing his own high. the gag smothered your sounds of ecstasy, his own moans drowned out by the lewd slaps of his skin against yours.

“this is what you fuckin’ wanted, isn’t it?” he laughed, “to be fucked dumb by some dirty old man?”

you didn’t respond—how could you, when you were too fucked out to even say your own name?

his calloused hand gripped your jaw, forcing your face to look back at him with tears staining your face. “stare at me while i fuck you—don’t you dare look away,” he growled, “look so pretty when you cry f’me.”

with every bruising snap of his hips, more tears trickled down your cheeks, smearing your mascara on the skin of your cheeks.

"there we go, fucking take it," he snarled, "be a good little cumslut and take it all."

with your voice stifled by the fabric and the musky taste of your own essence, you moaned, ready to crest that hill, so close... so close—

then he stopped.

"nuh uh," he gripped the collar itself and pulled, her back flush with his chest, "i get to come first." and before you could even blink, his cock bullied itself in and out of you like his life depended on it, like you were made for nothing else other than being his pretty little toy.

suppressed screams echoed throughout the bedroom, but his voice was crystal clear, cutting through all your sobs and mewls. "look up and watch me fuck this pretty pussy."

with hazy, blurry vision, you looked up at the mirror above the bed, bearing witness to his relentless pounding into your poor, abused cunt. it was like you were made for him, and him alone. and oh god, that sweet, unbearable pressure in your belly began to build and build and build—

"look at ya, such a pretty thing," he huffed in your ear with his eyes glued to the mirror, watching right where he disappeared inside you and, fuck, seeing that creamy white ring form at the base of his cock, "gonna let me come in this tight little hole, hm?"

all you could do was nod, everything feeling so tight in the best way. he tore the gag out of your mouth, wishing to receive more than a shake. "tell me sweetheart, ya want my babies?"

"yes," your voice was nothing but a broken sob, "yesyesyesyes—"

a slap on the tit and a pinch of your nipple made you cry out louder, barely hearing sugawara's "yes what?"

it took everything in you to manage out a little "yes sir" before he gave one final thrust, bottoming out inside you to release. and oh, that warm feeling in your belly just felt so good...

but then he just kept. going.

"then take every fucking drop." your whimpers were continuous with every thrust as you listened to the lewd squelching of his cum trickling out of you, further soiling the sheets. "take every drop and come for me, pretty girl."

a/n: hehe this was fun

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18+ dilf!sugawara x f!reader, mean

cw: age gap, dom/sub relationship, degradation, overstimulation, use of ‘daddy’ several times, brief fingering, leashing/collaring, dacryphilia, breeding, uhhh this is pure filth... overall suga is one mean mf

when you gave the kind, older man a chance several months back, you were happily surprised by his sweet gestures: your favorite flowers ‘just because’, "be ready at 7" texts with a romantic dinner, and nothing but the most respectful touches.

he was perfect—he just always made you feel so special.

but when you finally got him into bed, you were in way over your head. and even now... he surprised you. every time.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” his voice was low, a wicked smile on his face, “was it really just from this toy? or were you thinking ‘bout me too?”

with your vibrator buzzing against your swollen clit at high frequencies, it took everything in you to just hold onto the sheets for dear life and just take it. with your back arched and ass up, your glistening pussy on display for him like the yummiest of buffets.

“p-please,” you cried halfheartedly, “‘m sorry, i—“

your words died in your throat with a sharp spank to your ass, reducing your sounds to a whimpering squeak and sob as your head fell into the pillow.

“nuh uh, don’t gimme that shit. you’re not sorry, don’t lie. you wanted this,” he sneered, slapping your pussy, “fuckin’ slut.” every filthy word was clearly articulated, causing liquid fire to climb up your spine, leaving you burning even hotter.

you looked back at him with softer, more genuinely pleading eyes, a stark contrast to earlier when you had been testing his patience and restraint a little too much throughout the day, starting with you making him breakfast with his shirt and no panties. then sending him increasingly inappropriate pictures of you on the couch, in the shower. but whatever remained of his patience ended when he returned home, exhausted and pent up, and caught you fucking yourself in your shared bed.

he did not take kindly to that.

“please,” you panted out, your thighs shaking, “i—”

another smack to your pussy. “who are you talking to right now?” his voice was low, without an ounce of kindness in it.

“daddy, please…” your voice trailed off.

“use your words, baby,” he gritted, “or else you’re gonna be counting how many times i spank your ass and your pussy.”

you whined out a pitiful little, “wan’ y’cock,” and almost screamed when he changed a setting on the vibrator. fuck, you wanted—needed to come; he’d been torturing you with the bullet for an hour now.

and to your utter disbelief, he actually laughed, almost right in your face. it was a mocking, mean laugh, as if you were stupid to even suggest such a thing. “you know the rules. say them.”

after no immediate answer, he slapped your ass again, causing you to recite out a half-moan of “naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come.”

“good to know you’re not completely brainless,” he grunted, changing the setting once again on the toy. he shoved one finger—barely not enough—between your folds, curling right up against that soft spongy spot that made you scream. “god, y’still so fucking tight. pussy just loves me, doesn’t she?”

you squealed out a broken form of “daddy!” before squirting that hot liquid right on his hand and the bedsheets that he just washed.

you weakly looked back, your eyes hazy from your searing hot orgasm, and you almost felt the need to run. the look in sugawara’s eyes were dark, where pools of black occupied where his irises once were.

“i didn’t tell you to come,” he said too calmly, “and you already messed up the clean sheets.”

you vainly tried to crawl away, but he grabbed your ankle, pulling you back toward him like you were weightless. “fuckin’ slut, never listenin’ to what i say.”

you heard the familiar jingle of metal, and your eyes widened. “‘m sorry, i’m sorry,” she babbled, “‘m sorry daddy, couldn’t—”

upon feeling the familiar collar around your already marked throat, a pitiful little whine escaped your lips. “please…”

with a pull on the leash, tugging you back slightly, sugawara hissed, “repeat the rules.”

your cheeks were flushed scarlet, and in a shaky voice, you murmured, “naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come.”

unsatisfied, he slapped her swollen, sensitive core, almost to the point of pain. “cut the shit. louder.”

“naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come,” you repeated, louder this time, with any shame you once had thrown out the window.

he hummed, lying back on the bed. with another tug on the leash, he ordered, “now ride me, you fuckin’ freak.”

with high hopes and absolutely no pushback, you mounted him excitedly and—

he stuffed your mouth with your dirty panties that he found between the soiled bedsheets and instructed, “face away from me. whores who don’t listen don’t get to look at me.”

with a whimper, you slowly sunk down on him, hearing a guttural groan from behind you. immediately, he tugged on the collar, urging you to move with no time to adjust.

“daddy—” you moaned, your voice muffled by your own undergarments.

“move.”

and who were you to disobey?

with every jerk of the leash choking the collar against your throat, you followed the rhythm he set, completely cockdrunk and mewling with every bounce.

“m-my legs—ah!” your legs burned from exertion, the smoldering ember at the bottom of your belly igniting once more.

“don’t you dare fuckin’ come, filthy girl,” he groaned, halting your movement to thrust up into you, selfishly chasing his own high. the gag smothered your sounds of ecstasy, his own moans drowned out by the lewd slaps of his skin against yours.

“this is what you fuckin’ wanted, isn’t it?” he laughed, “to be fucked dumb by some dirty old man?”

you didn’t respond—how could you, when you were too fucked out to even say your own name?

his calloused hand gripped your jaw, forcing your face to look back at him with tears staining your face. “stare at me while i fuck you—don’t you dare look away,” he growled, “look so pretty when you cry f’me.”

with every bruising snap of his hips, more tears trickled down your cheeks, smearing your mascara on the skin of your cheeks.

"there we go, fucking take it," he snarled, "be a good little cumslut and take it all."

with your voice stifled by the fabric and the musky taste of your own essence, you moaned, ready to crest that hill, so close... so close—

then he stopped.

"nuh uh," he gripped the collar itself and pulled, her back flush with his chest, "i get to come first." and before you could even blink, his cock bullied itself in and out of you like his life depended on it, like you were made for nothing else other than being his pretty little toy.

suppressed screams echoed throughout the bedroom, but his voice was crystal clear, cutting through all your sobs and mewls. "look up and watch me fuck this pretty pussy."

with hazy, blurry vision, you looked up at the mirror above the bed, bearing witness to his relentless pounding into your poor, abused cunt. it was like you were made for him, and him alone. and oh god, that sweet, unbearable pressure in your belly began to build and build and build—

"look at ya, such a pretty thing," he huffed in your ear with his eyes glued to the mirror, watching right where he disappeared inside you and, fuck, seeing that creamy white ring form at the base of his cock, "gonna let me come in this tight little hole, hm?"

all you could do was nod, everything feeling so tight in the best way. he tore the gag out of your mouth, wishing to receive more than a shake. "tell me sweetheart, ya want my babies?"

"yes," your voice was nothing but a broken sob, "yesyesyesyes—"

a slap on the tit and a pinch of your nipple made you cry out louder, barely hearing sugawara's "yes what?"

it took everything in you to manage out a little "yes sir" before he gave one final thrust, bottoming out inside you to release. and oh, that warm feeling in your belly just felt so good...

but then he just kept. going.

"then take every fucking drop." your whimpers were continuous with every thrust as you listened to the lewd squelching of his cum trickling out of you, further soiling the sheets. "take every drop and come for me, pretty girl."

a/n: hehe this was fun

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im still thinking about messy pussy eater kita btw i don’t think i’ll ever get over this shit BYE

bye this turned into a blurb but gd kita the man you are.....

mdni, nsfw

he closes his eyes to fully enjoy that shit, pinning your legs down and eating it like a man starved. he is still fully clothed because he is only there for your pleasure. because let's be honest, he fully gets off on hearing how good he's making you feel.

he'd rut himself into the mattress and come in his pants before he stopped good lord. humming and moaning into your pussy because, to him, this is best moment of his life. talking absolute nonsense too, he's so pussy drunk. "taste so good, darlin" and "come for me again"

he never forgets his manners either! always remembering to ask please when he tells you to come and thank you when you do. and he never lacks on the compliments either, "you sound so pretty" and "god you're perfect"

he'd overstim the hell out of you, but he doesn't mean ill by it, promise! you're begging him for a break and he's begging you for "just one more." but it's never just one more, he can't help it, he's just too obsessed with you to stop now <3

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Im rooting for all knights/bodyguards who are in love with their charge/the one they are sworn to protect

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now im just thinking about tender newlywed missionary yall exhaust me

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mattsun finds out you like being choked so he makes a habit of subtly pressing his fingers against your neck in public just to fuck with you

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update guys i WAS ovulating and it got WORSE

no actually you don’t ever think about osamu fucking you on the counter of onigiri miya well after the restaurant is closed, where he pulls your hair and tells you how proud he is of you from whatever you accomplished that day… never…

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kita's not a fan of messes but he'll make an exception for making you squirt

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not hq related but when higuruma gets animated in jjk s3, i WILL be sitting on his face thank you very much

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18+ kuroo x f!reader, too shy

cw: kuroo is such a handsome panty stealer. ᢉ𐭩

no matter how hot frustrating it can be, kuroo genuinely can’t find it in himself to be mad at you for too long when you leave your clothes lying around the apartment. your panties, especially.

just washed some laundry? oops, it must’ve fallen out of the basket…

just showered? oops, accidentally left it in the bathroom…

whether it’s an accident or not, kuroo doesn’t know or actually care. and that’s okay. washed or unwashed, he always puts them to good use, either by wrapping your pretty black thong around his cock as he slowly strokes himself, or by licking that one little wet patch still left on your favorite lacy pair as he desperately humps a pillow. every time, he closes his eyes and imagines it’s your hand on him instead of his own, giving him the most agonizingly slow handjob, edging him well into oblivion, or that it’s your thighs he’s in between, tasting every drop of you straight from the source, not from a flimsy piece of fabric.

god, he’s pitiful.

he knows you’re so sweet, so shy, and that’s fine. it’s adorable, actually. the way he can hear you when you think he’s not home and at work. but oh no, he can hear everything. on the other side of the too-thin walls of the apartment, he can easily make out each sweet whimper and muffled cry of “oh, tetsu—!” and “oh, fuck yes—right there…!”

and in turn, he knows you can hear him above the sound of the shower when he grunts out a choked form your name when he’s coming against the pearly white tile. he can’t help but smile to himself when, just like clockwork, he always hears the little buzz of your trusty little vibrator after he turns the water off.

though outside of your bedroom and bathroom doors, you both pretend nothing’s amiss, like you both weren’t having the most intense orgasms to the thought and the sounds of the other the night prior. with normal laughs and kind smiles, you both put up a well-practiced façade of ignorance, with only the occasional shy touches passed between the two of you.

guess you two will endure another week’s routine of this… maybe one day kuroo will finally man up and ask you to dinner.

a/n: i have been perceived… hello to all one (1) of you who knows my true identity…

enjoy my masterlist!

mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bedcchem 2025.

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no actually you don’t ever think about osamu fucking you on the counter of onigiri miya well after the restaurant is closed, where he pulls your hair and tells you how proud he is of you from whatever you accomplished that day… never…

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18+ kuroo x f!reader, too shy

cw: kuroo is such a handsome panty stealer. ᢉ𐭩

no matter how hot frustrating it can be, kuroo genuinely can’t find it in himself to be mad at you for too long when you leave your clothes lying around the apartment. your panties, especially.

just washed some laundry? oops, it must’ve fallen out of the basket…

just showered? oops, accidentally left it in the bathroom…

whether it’s an accident or not, kuroo doesn’t know or actually care. and that’s okay. washed or unwashed, he always puts them to good use, either by wrapping your pretty black thong around his cock as he slowly strokes himself, or by licking that one little wet patch still left on your favorite lacy pair as he desperately humps a pillow. every time, he closes his eyes and imagines it’s your hand on him instead of his own, giving him the most agonizingly slow handjob, edging him well into oblivion, or that it’s your thighs he’s in between, tasting every drop of you straight from the source, not from a flimsy piece of fabric.

god, he’s pitiful.

he knows you’re so sweet, so shy, and that’s fine. it’s adorable, actually. the way he can hear you when you think he’s not home and at work. but oh no, he can hear everything. on the other side of the too-thin walls of the apartment, he can easily make out each sweet whimper and muffled cry of “oh, tetsu—!” and “oh, fuck yes—right there…!”

and in turn, he knows you can hear him above the sound of the shower when he grunts out a choked form your name when he’s coming against the pearly white tile. he can’t help but smile to himself when, just like clockwork, he always hears the little buzz of your trusty little vibrator after he turns the water off.

though outside of your bedroom and bathroom doors, you both pretend nothing’s amiss, like you both weren’t having the most intense orgasms to the thought and the sounds of the other the night prior. with normal laughs and kind smiles, you both put up a well-practiced façade of ignorance, with only the occasional shy touches passed between the two of you.

guess you two will endure another week’s routine of this… maybe one day kuroo will finally man up and ask you to dinner.

a/n: i have been perceived… hello to all one (1) of you who knows my true identity…

enjoy my masterlist!

mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bedcchem 2025.

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dilf!osamu… save me dilf!osamu…