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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 . . .

arlecchino fucking you stupid.

she fucks your throat slowly, shallow at first - just enough for you to adjust. then, suddenly, she tightens her grip in your hair and shoves the length of her cock down your throat, watching as your eyes glaze over, the heavy weight of her cock transcendent on your tongue. you whimper and grind down pathetically against the sheets below you, desperate for some type of friction.

when she fingers you, she does so slowly and teasingly. never fast enough for you to cum, and never enough fingers to fill you up. she keeps you there on the edge - wet, desperate and begging for her to fuck you.

when arlecchino finally fucks you, it’s deep and torturously slow, too slow for your liking. she doesn’t stop until you start fucking yourself back on her cock, pleading with her to go faster and to fuck you harder.

her smile is cruel as she stills inside you and reaches forward, taking your chin in her hand and squeezing until you drop your jaw. “good girl,” she coos, caressing the bottom of your jaw softly before leaning over and spitting into your mouth.

when she fucks you, she likes to take her time. unraveling and ruining you one orgasm at a time.

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just thinking about sylus fucking your mouth with his gun against your temple.

his hand wraps in your hair forcing your mouth up and down his cock as he holds the gun right at your forehead.

you know he'd never actually shoot you, but the thrill of it makes you clench and grind down against his boot and he forces you to get off just like that, with his cock down your throat.

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skyfall ┊il dottore

pairing: il dottore x female reader

word count: 416

content&warnings: oral sex, face fucking, choking, degradation, breeding (kind of?), dumbification i think that’s it

a/n: this isn’t that good bc i had no ideas but i felt like writing idk and i’m obsessed w dottore

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you shouldn’t be doing this.

you shouldn’t be wrapping your lips around the tip of your boss’s cock, nimble fingers stroking the base rhythmically as dottore’s fingers tangle in your hair.

he leans back against his padded chair, crimson eyes focused on the pink flush of your cheeks, the way your pupils dilate. as if you loved his cock. maybe you did.

you shouldn’t be gagging over his cock, eyes heavy and hazy as he uses his grip on your hair to fuck your face, using you like a toy.

dottore wraps your hair around his fist, pushing until his tip reaches the back of your throat and then pulling your head back up just as you start running out of breath.

you definitely shouldn’t be moaning like a slut while you’re riding your boss’s cock, as if the other harbingers aren’t nearby. not that you cared much anyways.

dottore has one hand gripping your throat and the other pressing roughly onto your waist as you grind down onto him.

“you’re such a whore,” he panted, tightening his grip around your neck.

“i could pass you around to every harbinger here and you’d like it,” he began. “no actually, you’d love it, you’d beg for it. wouldn’t you?“

you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, too lost in the pleasure and pain to say anything meaningful, but your walls clenching around him was answer enough.

“have i fucked you dumb or are you just too stupid to answer me?” he asked, bringing his hand down to press roughly against your clit, his cock plunging incessantly into you.

you could do nothing but whimper and moan, urging him to go faster, deeper. your head was empty, all you could think about was dottore’s cock in your, his cum filling you up.

dottore laughed breathily at your answering moan, “you could do this forever instead” he panted. “become my personal little cockwarmer.”

“no need to work when all you’re good for is fucking.” he added as an afterthought.

“mmm ‘ttore m nothing but a whore, want your cock so bad,” you managed to say, head thrown back against his shoulder.

“cum in me please , please,” you begged.

you should’ve known.

your boss wasn’t a good man, nor was he a fair one.

all at once he stopped his thrusting, loosening his hold on your neck just a bit.

“who ever said anything about letting you cum?” he chuckled darkly.

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playing games ┊ satoru gojo

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

word count: 536

content & warnings: 18+,cockwarming, light degradation, begging, light humiliation, light praise kink

a/n: inspired by my tiktok folder of gojo edits <3

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“you’re such a good girl,” satoru murmured, thrusting deeply enough into you to make you gasp.

you were seated snugly on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you while he finished paperwork far past due. when satoru had first suggested the idea, you’d loved it but after an hour of cockwarming him, you were getting restless.

you felt your face heat up at his words. “stop it, satoru,” you mumbled, eyes downcast.

satoru laughed an airy, breathless laugh. he tightened his grip on your waist, thrusting upwards again.

you shuddered as the tip of his cock hit a spot deep in you, one that had your toes curling and heart pounding. you felt something snap in you, something deep and feral, warm and hungry. you needed more, you craved more.

“satoru... please,” you whined, squirming uncontrollably in his lap. your body felt hot, your cunt throbbing from neglect.

“please what? you’re sitting on my cock, pretty girl,” he whispered. “what more could you want?” he asked mockingly. you hated him. satoru brought a hand up to your nipple, his slender fingers rolling the nub between them.

you arched back against satoru now, panting as you ground down against his cock, wanting him further in you. you could cry from frustration, the fullness doing little to distract your thoughts.

“fuck me please,” you keened. your eyes were closed, images of satoru’s long cock and frosty, sapphire eyes forefront in your mind. you pictured his cock fucking into you roughly, satoru treating you like a cocksleeve as he chased his own pleasure.

fuck.

“please please please,” you mumbled like a mantra, your body unknowingly moving up and down his cock.

“i cant do much when you’re fucking yourself like this,” he spoke up and your eyes snapped open.

you hadn’t even realized. you’d been so caught up chasing your own orgasm that you hadn’t noticed yourself riding satoru’s cock, grinding your hips up and down on him.

“you act like you haven’t had a cock in years,” he laughed, hot embarrassment flashing through you at his mockery. “how desperate are you?” he added, just to add salt to the wound.

typical satoru making you beg like a whore to get what you wanted. it was humiliating and degrading yet you found yourself soaking wet.

satoru thrusted upwards into you again, laughing at the loud moan that left your lips.

“how bad do you want it?” he murmured, arms wrapping around your waist to pull your back against his chest. “i’ll fuck you if you tell me,” he taunted, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck.

any pride you previously had was out the window, all your mind could think about was getting fucked dumb.

“i need it so bad, satoru,” you whimpered, trying to bounce down on his cock to no avail, he was holding you too tight. “i need your cock, it’s all i want,” you begged.

you couldn’t think about anything else, all thoughts of everything gone.

satoru sighed wistfully, his hand trailing across your thighs. “so desperate for me, huh?” he murmured sympathetically, although you knew better.

“don’t worry baby girl, i’ll take care of you”.

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just watched jjk vol 0 and i’m having so many thoughts… gojo and geto tag teaming you?? playing good cop and bad cop… gojo is the good cop, loving and babying you and geto is the bad cop, sadistic and cruel although honestly, they’re both the bad cops. gojo forcing orgasm after orgasm on you, geto withholding your orgasms

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bonten sanzu and rindou fucking you as a “punishment” for whoring around. sanzu fucks your mouth, gripping your hair hard and using your mouth as a fleshlight, murmuring good girl under his breath . rindou uses your cunt and isn’t anywhere near as nice, calling you a whore for flirting so much, insisting that he would breed your cunt over and over until you were filled with him.

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reposting this fic from my other account

everything ┊ toji fushiguro x fem!reader ( 18+ )

pairing: mafia boss!toji x fem!yandere!reader

word count: 520

content & warnings: 18+, gun play, choking, knife play, blood & gore ( kind of ), religious undertones & mentions, dumbification, toxic relationship, obsession, hair pulling, deepthroating

a/n: this is dark and specific but also vague idk you guys seemed to really like the other toji one so i tried this out

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you worshipped him like a devotee worshipped their god, revered him as something fearful yet ethereal.

just like god warned adam and eve not to eat the apple, your friends warned you to stay away.

and just like eve, you foolishly took a bite.

from the minute you stepped foot into his world, you were his. drawn like a magnet to his allure, his grandeur.

whatever he asked of you, consider it done. your trust in him transcended all rational thought.

not trust but obsession - your mind numbing obsession.

toji. your master.

when he choked you, hand wrapped around your throat, you moaned thank you’s. you looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars, as if he was your whole world.

even though he could squeeze tighter, ending your life permanently, you trusted him - or rather, you were willing to die for him.

when he had a knife pressed to your throat, sharp tip just pressing into your jugular, you begged for more.

no matter how sharp the blade, how deep the cut - you begged for more.

even when he carved his name in jagged letters across your thighs, marking you his eternally, forevermore.

and when he had a gun pressed to your temple, commanding you to choose :

“in your cunt or your mouth?”

you answered, “either. both. all.”

you wanted whatever he gave you. craved anything you could get from him. your love, your obsession all consuming.

needy breaths left lips reddened with crimson blood. your cunt grinding down against his rough leather boot, leaving the material shiny and wet.

the gun trailed from your temple down your neck, the cool metal of the barrel unable to permeate the thick warmth toji caused in you.

the gun was loaded, and you knew that. no matter how much you idolized toji, followed him blindly, you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.

you wanted it anyways, if that’s what he wanted.

toji knew what was best, your master knew what you needed.

you leaned into the gun, toji pulled it away.

he called you a slut, a worthless whore who’d do anything for him.

you would.

your lips opened, tongue circling the circumference of the barrel as toji tilted into your mouth.

he pushed it in and out, your mouth eagerly sucking it, just like you suck his cock.

eagerly, like a dog eating its treat. you were so easy, so stupid. one look at his cock, and your mind went blank.

hand wrapped in your hair, he yanked your head, replacing the gun with his cock.

you drooled all over him, saliva dripping out your mouth and down his shaft as he pushed your head down, his cock pushing farther down your throat.

you were so pliant for him, bending to his each and every command.

a good girl.

that dedicated light in your eyes faded into something hazy and distant as he used your mouth like a cocksleeve, chasing only his own pleasure. never yours.

everything of yours was his for the taking.

he would strip you mind, body and soul, mold you into his perfect toy.

you didn’t need anyone but him.

your deity.

your god.

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desperate ┊ manjiro ‘mikey’ sano x fem!reader ( 18+ )

you’ll take anything mikey will give you

cw — choking, degradation, dirty talk, ownership, dumbification?, spitting, penetration, begging, no protection, crying

a/n — minors dni. this is timeskip mikey, you can choose your favorite one. lmao no plot because i’m impatient

word count — 800

when you first met mikey, he was something out of a fairytale. he was kind, cared just a little too much, and loved his friends and family unconditionally.

but he was different now. he still cared, at least you hoped he did, but he was colder now. crueler.

your relationship went from mutual respect to a one sided give and take, where you kept giving and he would take and take.

even now, when you were sitting on his cock, mouth slack and drool dripping down your chin, he took and chased his own pleasure. anything you felt or wanted was secondary. you’d been at it for over an hour, and you felt yourself slowly slipping away.

“you’re such a cock hungry slut,” he murmured into your ear, taking the opportunity to suck a dark purple mark onto the side of your neck. it stung just enough to be pleasurable, to make your walls pulse.

“mikey…please,” you whimpered, wriggling your hips down against his cock, desperate for any type of movement. or any friction. anything.

“please what?” he asked, bringing one hand up to your tits. his slender fingers skillfully tweaked and pulled at your nipple, making you moan loudly. “use your words,” he teased.

“please…please fuck me!” you pleaded, still grinding down onto his cock, fucking yourself up and down. your eyes were filled with tears from the constant edging. you’d begged mikey to let you come over and over again, but he’d just laughed and shrugged you off. he liked seeing you in pain. he liked watching you squirm and struggle to get off without him, desperate for anything to ease the heat building up inside of you.

finally, mikey thrusted upwards into you with a groan, grabbing your hair with his hand and yanking it. “you’re squeezing me so tight, fuck,” he breathed.

“mikey,” you whined breathlessly, biting down harshly on your bottom lip. before you could register what was happening, mikey had you flipped down onto your back, his arms caging you in on both sides.

this angle was much better, his cock pushed deeper and harder into you. a debauched sob left your lips as he fucked into you, his slamming against you over and over.

once again, you felt yourself climbing closer and closer to climaxing, the heat in the pit of your stomach spreading throughout your whole body, pulsing in your stomach.

“can i cum? please…please let me cum, mikey!” you begged, eyes snapping open to stare into dark obsidian.

mikey cocked his head to the right, “why should i let you?” he taunted, rolling his hips into yours. slowly, he wrapped his hand around your neck, leaving it there as a warning.

“why should i let you cum?” he asked again. “you’re nothing but a cocksleeve for me to use over. and over. and over again.”

as he spoke, you felt mikey’s hand squeeze around your neck, making your cunt clench tightly around his cock.

“i’ll do anything,” you cried, chest heaving up and down, eye slowly filling to the brim with tears. mikey stopped fucking you again, moving just enough to keep you right there on the edge. just a centimeter from tipping over the edge.

he smiled down at you, cruelly, sadistically. “anything? you want it that bad?” he taunted. “even being my little cocksleeve forever?”

mikey used the hand that had been choking you to slowly trail his fingers down your body. “whenever i want you, i’ll bend you over,” he murmured.

“if i tell you to do something, you obey me. no questions asked.” his fingers ghosted around your clit.

“is that what you want?” mikey pressed his thumb down against your clit.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you felt something in your brain shatter, any semblance of you was gone. you nodded furiously, a wail leaving your mouth. “i’m a dumb fucking cockslut, ill do anything please!”

“i knew it, you’re such a good girl,” he said before thrusting back into you as deeply as possible. he raised his hand back to your neck, squeezing and letting go and then squeezing and letting go.

your mouth hung open, just enough for mikey to lean over and spit into it. you dazedly muttered a thank you, barely able to focus on anything other than the searing heat wracking it’s way through your body.

once again, your felt your orgasm approaching, you looked up tearfully at mikey as if asking for permission and this time he nodded, fingers squeezing tightly around your throat just as you came.

your muscles tightened just before you felt your walls convulse around his cock, your back arching upwards from the force of your orgasm. “fuck, mikey, i’m cumming,” you moaned.

a guttural sound came from above you as mikey’s hips stuttered once before he spilled deep into you, his eyes snapping shut and breath heavy.

“you look so pretty with those bruises around your neck”