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laios hovers above you, admiring your nude form. he runs a wide, calloused hand down your sternum, lower and lower until it rests on your belly. he sighs wistfully and leans down for a kiss. but before his lips meet yours, he whispers, “i wish i could pry you open and look at your bones. i can feel how beautiful your skeleton is.”

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The last version of this post got nuked by tumblr so i tried cropping it a little more lol. lets see if this one survives

"an unfortunate side affect of sleeping with the king I guess...."

uncropped version on my patreon

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Sorry you're gonna have to repeat that

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there is something sexy about difficult types… bad personalities. cold, selfish, guarded, mean, quick to lash out in anger, easily ashamed etc. there’s just something about how easy they are to read vs how patient you have to be with them to coax them out of their shell. you have to know when to push and when to pull. also there’s a certain level of tolerance required for anger and misguided frustration. you have to be level and self-assured. its very precise while also being unpredictable. but its the slow process thats appealing yk… eventually they give in, either because they wanted to from the beginning or have had their walls knocked down so many times there’s no other options but to let you in. it’s begrudging and fussy, and they always lash out a little more before you really get there. but once you’ve opened them up that much there’s no going back. slowly melting into something marginally more gentle—more needy more than anything. sometimes obedient and rarely willingly submissive… mostly spoiled and clingy…. there’s satisfaction in someone like that really allowing you to spoil them….. you know…..its gratifying…. the payoff is incomparable

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barou sort of lifestyle doms you completely unintentionally

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i just think that rin doesn't really enjoy being an alpha so he's basically always been on inhibitors and birth control and basically drowns his rut out with medication so it really frustrates him when he gets into an entanglement with you and then has his rut kickstarted by weeks and it's so aggressive not even the medications can stabilize him

it gets so bad that isagi has to call you to deal with it even though it's a huge burden on you in every way but he's pretty sure you're the only thing that's gonna calm him down and when you do come in the room he's so intense and oppressive and suffocating. you basically have to leash him and let him fuck you over and over and over and he has so much stamina and the most glassed over look in his eyes and doesn't listen except when you tell him you won't let him knot you if he doesn't calm down and -

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"It's quiet up here."

You lean back on your hands, head tilted toward the endless night sky. Everywhere you look, there are lights– lights from the city below, lights from the stars that peek through the clouds. Light in Megumi's eyes when he looks at you.

But when you catch him, he looks away, focusing instead on the way the moon catches the leaves of the big old sycamore and turns them silver. If he looks at you too long, he's afraid his heart will give out.

"'s peaceful," he offers, lips barely moving. You take in his pretty side profile, the way his hair moves in the humid wind that passes through and makes the trees sing.

Down the hill behind you, there's a party. A good sized bonfire glows bright and hot, and your mutual friends chatter drunkenly and pass drinks around while music plays from someone's car stereo. It's a typical summer gathering, one you're sure you'll look back on fondly when you're a little older and a little wiser. But you'd been a little overwhelmed with the noise this time. The heat from the fire blazed a little too warm for your liking. It could have been the fact that you'd had one too many drinks and not enough to eat at dinner; regardless, you needed a break. Megumi caught your eye from where he stood with Yuuji and made a beeline to your side. Yuuji had turned to watch him, slack-jaw with a red plastic cup in his hand. "Hey Fushiguro! Where ya going?"

He'd walked you up the hill, one arm around your waist. You tried not to lean too much of your weight on him, and he tried not to let his fingers wander down over your hip.

Atop the hill in the fresh air, you feel a little better. Up here, though, the atmosphere is charged with something else. It makes you dizzy in a different way altogether when Megumi's fingers brush over yours in the grass.

"Do you think you'll stay here?"

Megumi furrows a brow at you. "What do you mean?"

You spread your arms wide and twist your body around. "Here. Home. What are you doing after we're done with university?"

He shrugs, his expression returning to something more thoughtful. "Haven't really thought about it," he says. What he means to say is that he's waiting to hear what your plans are, but he can't voice it aloud without worrying how you'll react.

You hum and nod your head a few times. "I think I want to stay here. It's home. Comfortable."

Megumi wants to stay, too. More than just in his hometown. He wants to stay here with you, on top of this hill, at this party where the alcohol has softened his senses and made your smile more brilliant.

"What do you want to do, Megumi?"

Your voice is gentle, and you lean your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. He turns slightly and resists the urge to bury his nose in your hair. You smell good, he thinks. Like summer, heady and floral and nostalgic.

You smell like home.

"I want to stay here, too."

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lock and key | h. sakura

✮ tags ; afab + gender neutral reader, dom!reader, sub!sakura, ejaculation management, so much dirty talk, praise kink, cumming untouched, nipple play / teasing, established relationships, aged-up characters, 18+

✮ wc ; 3.6k (??)

✮ a/n ; my melatonin is begging me to sleep and im too busy thinking about this guys dick. fuck man whatever.

On the rooftop of Furin, among flower-beds and tomato plants - Sakura asks you to be his with a less than confident pout and a single rose.  

It is stupidly corny and so sincere it borders on funny. You’re a little surprised by it given the nature of your relationship. You’ve been friends since he came into town three years ago - dancing around unrequited feelings for about two years, and recently landed on mutual feelings after someone gave Sakura spiked punch at one of Umemiya’s gatherings.  

He is characteristically clumsy in asking you. He spends the first half of your conversation getting pissed about nothing before you ask him what he wants, all smiles, and he loses his cool all over again. You fall in love with him a little more when he has to avert his eyes to get the words out. He has so many nervous tics. A hand on the back of his neck, chewing the inside of his lip.  

The most noticeable part of his confession is just how red he is the entire time. His shirt is a little loose, and when he ducks his head down - you can see perfectly along the curve of back and he’s blushing. It’s so cute, so stupidly endearing - you completely lose track of what’s happening around you.  

You manage to accept the confession. Sakura gains the courage to kiss you but he’s shaking the whole time, and it’s so cute to see how much he fumbles despite having known you for years.  

It’s a good memory, and it leaves a strong impression - and it’s no doubt the start of your desire to warp your boyfriends body to your desires so strongly.  

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Sakura blushes easily.  

Too easily. 

For as long as you’ve been friends, he’s never been able to kick the habit. You’d almost think he was allergic to sincerity given how much he reacts to even the faintest presence of it. It doesn’t matter where that sincerity is directed—though it’s much worse when it’s for him—it’s just something he’s conscious of generally. It’s to the point where it’s a running joke amongst the friend group, though never to his face.  

He suffers enough with so little teasing, no one really has the heart to go further. And even without being teased, Sakura is super reactive. Like a cat hissing or electricity bubbling through water - pure danger at the lightest brush or sensation. Be it romance, or friendship, or the vaugest compliment. Sakura will blush and squirm for any reason at all, really. 

In a way, you think that’d take away from the novelty of it but it hasn’t. Every time Sakura breaks out into a faint blush, you feel your heart squeeze tight in your chest.  

It’s hard not to bully Sakura when he makes it so unbelievably easy. And looks so cute when you do it.  

You do your best to curb your desires at first because Sakura tries hard to look cool in front of you. Towards the beginning of your relationship, he seemed especially determined to be more boyfriend-like towards you. You’re sure that’s tangentially related to how you two started as friends and how terribly self-aware he is of it all the time. You already know each other well, but the step-up from friend to partner is just a little bit too steep for him to climb easily. This manifests in the most try-hard version of Sakura you’ve ever known in your life, and it’s very sweet.  

It is, really.  

Too sweet. Too cute. It does nothing but pour gasoline on the sexual desire and mild fetish you’ve developed for your boyfriends easily embarrassed personality. It worsens it so much it’s a little shocking to you.  

Maybe you’ve always had that kind of inclination, but Sakura takes what was once just a passing thought and blooms into full blown sexual fantasy with no effort at all.  

You plan on keeping it to yourself at first, because you’re pretty sure you’d scare him off if you brought it up too soon. 

The first time you make out with Sakura though, after you start dating - he cums in his pants after a little kissing and grinding. Not that abnormal for a virgin you think. What is, however, abnormal - is what actually ends up pushing him over the edge and making him cum so quickly: praise. 

It was like feeling time slow down. You’d whispered in his ear that he felt good - that he was kissing you in a way that felt good. On the next breath, he bucked his hips up against the seam of his pants and made a mess in his jeans. Whimpered in your ear like a whining cat in heat, with no self-awareness until after the fact. His cum was warm against your clothed crotch as he rode his high - breathless and stupid. Not a thought behind his eyes for a few seconds until he could collect himself enough to be ashamed.  

Sakura having a praise kink is so obvious when you think about it, it’s a little laughable. But to know the extent of it made your desires towards him all that much stronger.  

It gave you the confidence to proceed in trying to change his body and make it a little more sensitive. Not being able to stop think about it made you want to push the boundaries, which is why you end up asking Sakura to let you take the reigns.  

Of course he doesn’t want to agree at first. It’s a hit to his pride you’re sure.  

But with a little more coaxing, he agrees to let you do as you please and hear you out on whatever weird thing you seem so interested in doing. He’s weak to your pouting, even weaker to pleasure - so fine, if you want to do something weird to him, he’ll let you.  

Permission was all you needed.  

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You start slowly.  

The first time you see Sakura again after agreeing on letting you lead, he can barely stand to be in the same room as you. He decides to let you come over to his apartment instead of going over to yours. You spend the whole day together having an at-home date that ends up being more cooking and watching movies on a laptop together than anything else.  

Night falls when Sakura eventually signals his desire for intimacy after he spent the day escaping his nerves. He doesn’t say it as much as he shows it. After you come out from the shower, he stares at you so intensely it’s hard not to get the.  

You get down on your knees to kiss him before you pull away, a hand on his cheek and pure adoration seeing the state of his face. Cherry red blush dusted all over his skin and pupils blown wide with such adorably obvious desire. 

“Can I touch you?”  

“Why’re you asking?” He stumbles over the words. “J-just do it.”  

You press your back against the wall and tell Sakura to sit between your spread legs - pleased as he obliges you even after some hesitance. You’re a little afraid yourself, the enormity of your lust as Sakura rests his back against your chest overwhelming.  

“This is weird.”  

“Bear with it, please?”  

He doesn’t complain again. You kiss against his shoulder blades, smiling at the way he squirms - tilting his head to meet your mouth and kiss him over his shoulder.  

Your hands clasp his waist, nails running along his sides deliberately slow - dragging against the fabric and so lightly against the skin. He protests it but doesn’t tell you to stop. You let your nails brush against his nipples and his cock jumps in his boxers. Moonlight seeps through the windows, emphasizing the paleness of him under his clothes You can feel his musculature as his back lays against your chest, the steady pumping of your heart matching your own.  

When he reaches the brink of a complaint, you whisper his name against his ear.  

“Haruka-kun,” Tender and breathless - warm against his cool skin. “Just trust me okay? I’ll make you feel really good.”  

“I’m the one that should be—,” His words cut off with a moan, a little helpless sound as you brush against his nipples again. “Damn it.”  

“You want to make me feel good, right? You’re so thoughtful, baby.” Your praise comes in thick - accompanied with a more direct touch. You brush your palms over his clothed erection, smiling as it twitches again. His hips buck for more friction that you don’t afford him. “It makes me feel good when you listen.”  

“That’s…”  

You squeeze his shaft through his clothes for a few seconds before letting go again. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you Haruka?”  

“The hell,” It intends to come out harsher than it does. Another muffled moan as you squeeze his cock again, watching his face bloom in reds. He drops his head back along your shoulders. Almost boneless in your arms, you continue to touch his cock indirectly. “What are you.. ohhh,”  

“My good boy. Listen well, and I’ll make sure it feels really good. And you can have anything you want afterwards. Okay?” 

“…Anything?”  

“Anything,” You promise gently. “But you have to listen. Can do you that for me?“ 

He gives you another short, precise nod as you rub his cock again affectionately, a kiss on the nape of his neck. He shivers as goosebumps form along his skin.  

“Damn it. Fine.”  

You kiss him again, another stroke following the touch as you grin against his shoulder. “Perfect.”  

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You spend three weeks managing Sakura’s orgasms.   

It takes him a little while to deal with your unreasonable request. You tell him again though that if bears with for a while, he can have anything he possibly wants from you. The prospect of that is too exciting for him to turn you down, so he caves eventually.  

You have one rule: Sakura can’t cum for seven consecutive days. After seven days you want him to cum untouched. No matter what though, you’ll reward him. 

 It takes him a while to reach that goal. You spend your nights doing the same routine as the first nigh, escalating by drawing it out more each time. Light touches followed with deliberately thick, syrupy praise. You fulfill his needs through other means, but showering him in affection makes up most of it.  

You get good at learning what things make him tick. Sakura likes to hear that he’s good for you above all else. That’s always the thing that makes him twitch. He likes being praised for his efforts less than he likes mindless flattery. He likes when you attach possession to the words you use. Affirm his place as yours with every stroke of hands or tracing of fingers. Light touches make him shiver so much it’s cute.  

You learn that his nipples are sensitive and so are his ears and the inside of his thighs when you squeeze them. He likes rougher treatment of his chest but softer against his neck. He likes to be squeezed firmly instead of lightly but you tend to avoid touching his dick too much if at all.  

It’s a little like training a puppy. You follow your routine with strict habituation and Sakura picks up on your cues quickly. Over a few weeks, you watch him grow to anticipate the session of unadulterated praise. Eventually, he’s red before you even touch him, glassy eyed and hard before you even get on your hands on him or kiss him. Just the anticpation is enough because he’s already so easy to work up.  

He fails in not cumming a few times, but that’s okay - you always assure him it’ fine.  

Again and again, you shape his tastes to fit your preferences with cool direction and repetition like water eroding stone. Sakura stops questioning it once the pleasure starts to sink in, eventually so hung up on the feeling - you can barely be in public together without his mind drifting back to it. His headspace gets so melty.  

He’s always been quiet when it comes to affection but he’s practically docile, putty between your fingers as he lets himself be completely pampered when you’re alone. It’s a little surprising ow well he takes it, but you think the desperation outweighs the shame. The desire for release too strong to refuse it no matter how much of a fuss he puts up at the start.  

It’s cute to see him corrupt so fast for your sake. He’s too prideful to beg but once he gets so desperate, he makes a face that’s practically the same. He starts to be interested in the reward at one point or another - though you’re not sure when exactly that is. He really tries so hard not to cum. Your rules are always clear and simply.  

He can cum before you if he wants,  but he has to wait seven days for a rewards. You’ll know if he cums before then. 

After three weeks of ruined orgasms, he eventually abides by this. He still wants you to touch him though. You spend your time as a normal couple until nightfall, and when it’s time - Sakura waits for you to start.  

He’s not vocal about his submission, doesn’t acknowledge it in full even when it’s so obvious. His compliance speaks for itself you think. How he spreads his legs and relaxes into your body more and more - allowing himself to be completely quiet and listen to you. You know you’ve got him when he stops fighting any of it and just allows you to touch him without too much fuss.  

You’re good to Sakura of course. You always praise him softly, sweetly - always kiss him as much as he wants even if you don’t touch his cock directly. You always make him feel good in other ways even if he’s not allowed to cum.  

Eventually, he makes good on the promise of one week. It’s hard on him, you can tell - and he doesn’t do it without whining, but he fights for it. Lets you touch and tease and praise him until his brain shuts off, crawling into your arms right afterwards so you can card your fingers through his hair and praise him more with his face buried in your chest eventually falling to sleep.  

A week passes, eventually - and this time, you end up on Sakura’s lap. A good distance away from his cock. You sit closer to his knees as he sits on a comfortable chair in your well furnished apartment. You haven’t touched him at all, but he’s already got the pretty, glassy expression on his face.  

You cup his cheek with your hand, endeared by how he nuzzles instinctively into your palm. He’s not wearing anything today while you remain clothed aside from your top. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” You coo. The reaction is instant, eyes lidding and face growing hot as you continue to shower him with attention. He groans faintly but doesn’t say anything in reply. “It took a little while, but you made it a whole week. Haruka-kun did a good job for me. Made me so happy.” 

He likes hearing that. Praise about how it pleases you always sticks. His face grows warm with familiar, pained arousal. He flushes red down to his chest - his whole body radiating heat. You stare at his cock as it twitches to life at the words, elated when you see the first dribble of precum slide down the shaft. It’s hard for you to not to touch him but you wouldn’t ruin your own hard work.  

“You like making me happy huh? You always do,” You mutter, brushing your thumb across his cheek bone. He’s quiet, eyes look misty as you talk. “My pretty boy. All mine forever. All of you. From here to,” Your brush hair from his forehead before trailing your nails down his chest - lightly scratching above the base of his cock, on his stomach. You brush the soft, bi-colored hairs at the base but don’t get close enough to touch. “Here. Always mine, baby.”  

“S-shit, hngh,”  

“You worked so hard, didn’t you?” You kiss his forehead, his temple, his cheek. “I know it was tough. Bet you’re gonna cum so much for me today. I’ll give you anything you want after you cum once. Anything. Doesn’t that sound nice?”  

His words come out as a slur, thick with want. “Y’promise?”  

Your heart flutters. “Mhm. Whatever you want. You can fuck me, use my mouth. Anything, baby. It’s all yours. You earned it. Such a good boy.”  

“Nghhh,” He throws his head back slightly, his cock twitching again. Bobbing as it jumps against air, you stare down at how more pre-crum dribbles from the tip. “Fuck, fuck. Need to cum, can’t—I can’t”  

“You can cum whenever, Haruka. You’re getting so messy. It’s for me, right? Haruka’s cum,” You mumble, staring at it. “So thick. So much of it left,”  

His eyes go wide before breaking out into another wave of heat - cheels flushing red. His ears, nose, face — all of it. He groans aloud, adams apple bobbing in his throat as arousal makes his cock pulse.  “Good boy. Come on. I want to see you cum for me. Do you think you can? Think you can cum if I praise you a bit? Your cock twitches so much when I’m sweet to you baby, does it make you feel that good to hear? Made you so weak to praise your dick can barely stand it, right? It’s cute. Haruka-kun is so, so cute.”  

His jaw is dropped open dumbly, unable to speak or say anything else as he shivers underneath you. You can feel him squirm, his cock twitching again and again. You don’t touch his dick at all, but you slide your hand down to the soft planes of his stomach and hold it there. Rubbing soft circles into it with your thumb.  

“It’s twitching so hard,” You say with fascinated delight. His whole body strains, a short, clipped, helpless whimper escaping his lips completely involuntary. He bites back as much of the noise as he possible can as your own arousal builds in your stomach. “I’m so turned on watching you like this.”  

It’s almost like a switch flips in him. You can see the surprise in his face, see the reaction in his physical body so fast you can’t help but laugh in awe. “Did you think I just did it for no reason?”  

“No, but… I didn’t think — I d-don’t know, I just didn’t think.” 

You laugh again. “Then should I tell you? I get wet when I bully you and you get like this. So pathetic and needy and so cute. You always get mad when I call you cute but your cock is twitching so much hearing it,” You tell him contentedly. “It feels so good seeing you blush like this. You turn red and it’s so pretty - Haruka-kun is so pretty it’s unfair. Isn’t it natural that I get like this looking at you?”  

He groans, his shoulders shaking as you push him forward. You laugh, delighted by his reaction.  

“Should I tell you something good?” You tease, watching for his eyes to lock with yours before you go on. “I alway went home and touched myself thinking of what kind of face you made for me the night before. Came so much to how pretty Haruka is, you know? Even right now, I’m holding back from touching you and making you cum all over my hands. You wanna cum inside instead though right? After you cum once, I’ll get you nice and hard again and then you can cum where you want. Okay? Cum for me, baby. Be good for me.”  

You hear Sakura gasp and know what’s coming, smiling to yourself as his muscles go taut - hips bucking up as it overtakes him. 

You let your hand hover over the tip of his cock and watch his body shudder as he lets out a load of cum completely untouched. It’s so thick and heavy it doesn’t really shoot as much as it spills all along his shaft in his spurts. Sakura sobs in ruin at the sensation, groaning as your hand wraps around the base of his cock and pumps out the rest.  

His entire body shudders in a flush of red - all rashy knees and blushy chest, nipples tense and hard as he cums while his stomach tightens as he releases. His cock throbs against your hands, still completely hard even after having orgasmed. His face is wet, vision blurred from fat tears that he can barely blink away in time.  

He’s so reactive to the feeling of your hand, he ends up cumming again a little with a strained cry.  

You watch him in amusement, waiting for him to settle down as you rest your palm over the tip to catch any more cum. After you lean forward to meet his mout. He kisses you so eagerly, all tongue and spit - pulling away with breath.  

“You’re so good for me, Haruka,” You kiss the corner of his mouth. “How should I reward you?”  

“Don’t care just,” He drops his head down. “Touch me. All over. Make me feel good. I want to feel you. P-please.”  

You smile a little. “Must be really bad for you to ask me something so embarrassing with your own voice.”  

“Shut the hell up. My dick is gonna explode and it’s so embarrassing so just” He groans. “Y-you’re the devil, just. Please.”  

“Course baby,” You mutter, stroking his cock for emphasis - happy as you watch him shiver. “Anything you want.”  

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thought abt razor getting frustrated by ur squirming during a tongue bath that he grits out a rough “Pup. behave.” the way you can’t help but freeze bc u’ve never heard razor quiet like that....woaugh

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my truest razor belief also is that he does know a lot of social cues but ignores them if he doesn't like them or care for them. he'll abide by them if his loved one asks but if he wants to sniff you in public or tongue kiss you or smth he will and it's whatever to him

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yandere razor is a little different than everyone other yandere bc it's not intentional truly at all. its pure primal instinct and not really understanding your complaints because his language is limited as is. he loves you is the thing and he will always say that when you get scared by something. he kills things for you and follows you around because he loves you. he claims you because he loves you. you cry because you don't understand but razor has confidence you'll get it eventually and he'll lick the tears off of your cheek in the mean time. it's okay, don't be distressed, he's taking care of you

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yandere razor is a little different than everyone other yandere bc it's not intentional truly at all. its pure primal instinct and not really understanding your complaints because his language is limited as is. he loves you is the thing and he will always say that when you get scared by something. he kills things for you and follows you around because he loves you. he claims you because he loves you. you cry because you don't understand but razor has confidence you'll get it eventually and he'll lick the tears off of your cheek in the mean time. it's okay, don't be distressed, he's taking care of you

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cw yandere and weird wolf grooming habits

yandere razors desire to protect manifest in really intensive stalking.... he is naturally good at hunting and following prey you know. he always comes to save you at just the right moment, and he can be so very violent when it comes to ripping people apart for your sake. all limbs and blood and teeth. you're a little scared of him sometimes but he softens around you enough to keep you from running away too much otherwise it gets hard to keep watch over you. he's a little too forceful and a little too clingy around but you always tell yourself razor is harmless and he'd never do anything to hurt you

and it's true. he wouldn't do anything to make you suffer. but he has not concept of what suffering looks like for you either. you shouldn't be so lenient really... in razors mind you're simply his mate which means things like privacy and distance don't exist and never will. he'd never hurt you but he will pin you down and keep watch on you for everything no matter how small and give you a tongue bath as he pleases all of which feel violating to you. it's okay though, you just don't get it. its love for razor and if you try to squirm away he'll just find you difficult like some of the little wolf pups he calls siblings. he hums to you to not get scared as he pins you down and grooms you with scratches and bites and licks - just mildly amused at how frightened you seem because he thinks its silly. he's just taking care of you, so don't be so fussy.

you're his lupical. his life partner. his mate until death so it's better to get you used to all of it now, even if it's hard on you. he'll kiss it better, at least until you stop crying

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hairy women my beloved

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hairy women my beloved

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hairy women my beloved

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✮  tags ; afab reader, vibrators, gags + restraints, dacryphilia, clit torture, gojo is crazy as fuck and a teeny bit mean, overstimulation to the max, penetration, this is all consensual (even when gojo is ignoring readers despair sdksdj, it is mutually consented), 18+

A slap to the inside of your thigh jolts you awake as Gojo clicks his teeth.

"Tsk. What did I tell you?" He hits the same spot again a little bit harder. "Don't close your legs."

You can't close your legs even if you want too - because Gojo as spread open. Your arms are tied behind your back but your legs are tied to the bed posts. In any case you can't move. Gojo is scolding you over your jerking - the involuntary twitching of your muscles that are making you pull against your restraints.

Your mouth is being held open with a gag - muffling all of your incomprehensible words and sobs. Your clit is so hard it feels like it's standing on it's own, stiff from all the blood rushing to it as it throbs painfully between your legs.

It's pinched between Gojo's fingers, his other hand holding a powerful vibrator - turned to its highest setting. The loud buzz of the rotor makes your heart pound, breath hitching fearfully as Gojo uses the vibrators wand to trace around where he's touching you. Goosebumps pebble your skin - nipples hardening at the sudden sensation.

He drags it along your inner thighs, up your stomach - and traces the outside of your nipples with it. Your mouth falls open again in agonized moan as he drags down again and makes it hover over your abused clit.

Tears and saliva dirty your face, and you can barely make sense of your surroundings. Your ears are ringing, nerves throbbing - your entire body overwhelmed. He's been at this for hours and shows no exhaustion. Your chest heaves as you take deep breathes unevenly as he lets the rotor hover over your clit again, still pinching and aching between long fingers.

You groan and thrash as he holds it there, heart sinking at the expression of pure delight on his face. Flushed perfectly red, hair down - it's rare you see him break from his usual demeanor. He's really turned on by seeing you like this, in complete despair and fear.

You lost count after the first seven orgasms he forced from you with his hands and mouth. He's been escalating ever since, not without effort. Using gels and lubes and toys - anything that can get your arousal up enough to make you cum one more time. Your pussy is so fucking sore. You're sure if you saw it in a mirror, it'd be flushed from how much he's touched it. Fingering it, fucking it, rubbing to his hearts content until you cum again and again and again.

The arousal refuses to die because he keeps interfering. He brings the toy down slowly again on your abused clit. Pushed to the very limits of sensitivity, the minute he rubs it along - you squirt just a little. He laughs a little but doesn't stop doing it.

"You came again," He tsks as if it's your fault. "Look at how messy your pussy is. You should try to endure it more."

He drags the vibrator down further to slide against through your folds - even pushes it into your loose cunt, watching in amusement as you squirm again. You tug against the restraints.

"Eh? Are you going to pass out? I bet you would if I fucked you again," He muses as he sits between your legs. You glance down to his cock hard. He hasn't cum yet even once. "It'd be too much for you, but it's throbbing so much anyways. Should I do it anyway? Make you pass out?"

The force of another orgasm makes your whole body clench up. You can't refuse it, can't hold it in even if you want too. He pulls away that time, and you think it's him being merciful. But you let your guard down to quickly, shouting in shock as he sticks his fingers in you and presses the toy along you again.

You cry out so loud you scare yourself but Gojo just laughs. He presses his fingers along your sweet spot, rubbing as the toy does it's job. "You're crying so much," He hums, not bothered. "Crybaby. You're being really pathetic you know? Shoudn't you be saying thank you? Or do I need to make you feel better to hear that?"

Your eyes widen in genuine fear as Gojo's face lights up. You start to apologize, your words muffled by the gag. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can'tIcan'tIcan't"

"Aw, you know that's not what I want to hear." He goes faster and faster until you get close to the edge again. Your voice gives out as you try and speak over him.

The minute you manage to gain your sense, at least enough to tell him what he wants - Gojo pulls his fingers out of you. Right on the edge of cumming, of squirting when you're sure there's nothing left inside of you. It's no less than a split second when you realize it's replaced with something else.

When you feel him slide into your pussy again in one swift motion, your body goes stiff from shock as another orgasm forces itself out of you. Ripping through you, you scream silently as Gojo cheers above you - squirting all over his cock again until the hairs at the base of his shaft look damp. Your back arches into a C as you squirt. You cum and you can't stop cumming until you're a sobbing mess, heaving through tear and drool and sweat as your lower half goes completely numb. Your expression is dirtied and sticky from how much you've been crying. Your pussy pulses weakly around his cock as it breaks into soft whimpers, still feeling it through.

Gojo leans forwards and kisses your forehead - staring at your tear-strained face with pure adoration. Fat tears slide down your cheek, blurring your vision as you hiccup and sob some more. He stares at you before smiling.

"Mm," He hums, licking the fresh tears from the very corner of your eye. "It's good."