#*whines* I WANNA!!! BE!!! MAD!!! ;^;
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leo with baby fever? 🥹
i've always wondered what would he be like with babies of his own? 🥹💞
AAAAUGH. thank you for this one my dearest darlingest tumblr user pdlrnjlm. I'm violently sobbing over this one /pos. also excuse any egregious typos, I just woke up from a dream where my dyslexic ass couldn't spell "chris evans fine" to the point that autocorrect was beyond useless (and probably laughing at me).
ANYWAY. Leo with baby fever is... lethal. as previously stated, Leo is the motherfucking ceo of "one wouldn't hurt" but he sounds so... convincing when he says it. he says it so sweetly you start to think huh. maybe one wouldn't hurt. within a day or two his fyp is just cute baby fever inducing videos. he casually learns everything there is to know about child development and parenting in a matter of days. he starts treating your cat like a baby, talking to them and holding them on his lap while he works and good GOD if it doesn't start to hit you too. The tension and soul aching need to see you all big and preggers with his baby, your baby that you made together is almost too much. Then one fatal day, you run out of clean pajamas. It’s laundry day, and the only comfy thing you have on hand is a floral mumu from walmart that looks like something a grandma would wear, but you’re desperate and it’s soft and loose and comfy. So Leo, after spending hours rotting his brain with baby thoughts and thinking about how nice it’ll be to be a dad and how fulfilling it’ll be to come home and see a wrinkly little newborn having tummy time on your chest while you’re both half asleep to barrio sesamo playing on the tv. After a full day of ruminating on that, he comes home and sees you in your floral lil granny nightgown and good GOD something inside him snaps. You have this man feeling you up, snarling and growling, purring in you ear before he bites it. Something has gotten into him and taken full control of the primal part of his brain. And let’s be real here. You might as well consider yourself pregnant from the first “c’mon estrella, one or two couldn’t hurt… they’re so little, you won’t even notice them.” into your neck while he hugs you from behind. But yeah. Leo with baby fever is so simultaneously sweet cute fluffy domestic and rearrange your guts at the same time that it’s kind of inevitable. If Leo kisses your neck and rubs your tummy and says “you’d look so cute pregnant, baby…” you’re gonna fold. You have to. No one can resist that. And who would want to????
#it was something like “crihs efins feln”?? or something#google was like babe. what#also the way he whine “i'm a farmerrrrrrr :(” BABE. GET INSIDE ME RIGHT NOW.#oh I'm close to ovulation that's why lol#anyway#drabbles#leo valdez#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez drabbles#heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus x reader#heroes of olympus drabbles#baby fever chronic and incurable btw#literally googling free sperm donors :')#my intuition and my divination keeps telling me to wait a little longer BUT I DON'T WANNA!!!!!!!! I WANT A BABY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!#boo at having to be patient#so mad about that /hj#anyway yeah#hope ovulation week is treating yall better than it is me
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can i be honest. i am so over one piece posts because of oversaturation, i block the tag, but i will always visit your tumblr every so often because i love the idea and content of bepolaw so much. theyre so good and hot and wonderful. your content specifically. bepolaw real, even if idk jack shit about the series
anon's one piece:
maybe the real treasure were the bear best friends we kissed along the way
thank you so much for the message ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ makes me super happy that you check my stuff specifically and its an exception :)))))) thats very very nice ♥
#anonymous#oversaturation is real even to me and im a fan#used to be more invested in the wank and the whole community hype part of it#when i first got in it in 2014 (?)#because i love communities and i was dumber and wasted myself more on arguing and whining lol#i try to do less of that now#anyway#i returned now thanks to epic bepo chan crumbs but i catch myself returning to old habits#like getting mad at fucking posts#and im like oh my god.....this shit again. not going back to tha old me#like i see that tidal wave of bullshit#like opening reply section under a popular post and see all the screeching#and woah mama that makes me wanna RUN#and i dont mean just the ''dudebro'' (i dont use that term seriously anymore its crap) part of it#fujo side is not much better#bigger fandom more people more annoying people#it all scales up
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#i don’t post much on the tag anymore specifcally because of assholes who get mad at you for enjoying what you wanna enjoy#or posting what you wanna post#and people who don’t know how to not engage with things they don’t like#its not even bylers who ruined it for me lmao#‘its not the byler show!’ no youre correct but this IS the byler tag#i love the show and everything about it#i love theories that arent just byler#but some people’s favorite thing about the show is byler and THATS OKAY#youll be okay#ive seen stupid shit on the tag i disagree with but why should i whine about it lmao im not 12
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I love my friends and how hard they try to be inclusive but I keep being hit with the "I'm so inclusive I'm gonna accidentally misgender you" ray.
I'm gender fluid but I don't use they/them or neutral terms. I'm not....upset by them, but they're not mine. "Partner" No pls call me their girlfriend or boyfriend or husband or wife. "Sibling" They are my sibling, I am their brother or sister! I prefer gendered terms way above non-gendered ones. "Parent" My cats call me mom and dad.
Inclusive language is good. It's great and we should use more of it, but in your effort to not misgender anyone, please remember those of us for whom this is misgendering. Some of us really hate these terms.
#I also use it/it's pronouns#like if you wanna be gender neutral THAT'S the right one#If I'm honest I get misgendered less talking to my conservative mom than to my friends#and pls know I'm not mad at all#I get why it happens#I'm just whining cuz it doesn't feel fun
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anyways sry its not srs eventually ill get it together . and be a person again. one day
#its just like atm everything that i need is like . not possible. which is oartially my brain being like We have to do this before we this#which sometimes isnt true but sometimes is#like i cant get medicated again or back seeing a psych or back on t until i get a job again#but i cant get a job again utnil i get my ged <- partially untrue but ged would make it a lot easier#but i cant get my ged until i have a job bc it costs money <- if i asked my parents they would probably help me If they had money 2 spare#since like. yk. they want ne to be able to work again so i have money again and ill be another source of income and they care abt me also .#affirmations . ppl donot just see me as a piggy bank they do see me as a person im not judt someone to squeeze money out of thats not how#ppl view me and its fine its fine its fine its fine . it feels so stupid being scared abt that i feel like a rich person whos like She only#likes me for my money 😭 like stfuuu annoying ass. i just ummmm. have a massive fear of debt and like. ppl demanding money from me#unexpectedly or expecting i am going to give them money. not in like a Ohhh fucking ppl want me to donate not it at all im happy to donate#but in like. god this is dumb. eveeytime i got birthday or christmas money as a kid i had to give it to my parents so they could buy food or#gas or whatever. and it never got paid bsck and it felt like shit. but i couldnt ever say no bc then itd be My fault we didnt have food that#week . yk. my first paycheck i had to give it all to my mom for groceries and we got in a fight in the store bc she was like Ok im gonna go#buy pop and my dumbass got upset abt it bc like. my mom told me itd be Necessities nd like. yk. wtvr. it was fucking stupid my entire family#r caffeine addicts so pop is a necessity i was just. rly upset and it felt like my parents saw my money as just. theirs but they had to ask#abt it so i wouldnt get pissy. yk. and they ask me for money a lot usually for food and i dont mind but it like. idk im rly paranoid abt#being a provider and ive got a Lot of guilt abt like. anytime we dont have enough food it feels like my fault bc it was my fault when i wasa#kid if i didnt give up my christmas money for pizza. or whatever. idk its so dramatic like i didnt need the money i was 8 it was selfish of#me to wanna buy fucking. toys or whatever that wasnt more important than My parents being able to get to work or my siblings being able to#fucking. literally eat. or paying bills. like its selfish that im like wahhh wahhh but i wanted to buy vibeo game wif my bday money i#shouldve judt been fucking grateful i was able to help my family. wtvr. I hate connor. wtvr#n then the shit with ugh last year like. yk. and stuff. and then the them stealing 1000 from me not getting into it b4 i get mad. idk.#and im just lazy now i need to get a job again but all the shit like. as i was saying earlier b4 i started whining. idk. i should be happy#that i get to help w bills and stuff that was my dream as a kid#like ever since i was 5 when i was fantasizing abt my future i was like Im gonna marry a prince and then ill be able to afford to pay all of#my families bills and my parents and siblings will be able to go to college and be happy and maybe never have to work bc ill be able to#handle it and ive always like. yk. when i was a dumbass kid i was like Ill go to college so i can get a good job and be useful. of course i#cant ever go to college bc im fucking. useless. and itd just be another burden on my family if i was in debt bc i couldnt help them as much#if i had debt and itd be selfish. and it doesnt matter bc im too stupid to go to college anyway. idk. i wish i could just fix everything#it just feels awful rn im literally just a drain and my family doesnt say it to me yk like. ik theyre happy imback i think they are
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oh my god can we not have this fucking argument again istfg
#I don’t even care anymore just no more discourse please I am so sick#people are allowed to dislike ships the same way people can like them#i obviously don’t ship b*llford because the way bill used/treated ford really makes me mad#as someone who once had someone treated similary(not to the same extent ofc but)#it’s also ok if you ship them ig but you have to understand how evil bill was to ford#like he’s a cool villain but a downright terrible person#and also I know fiddauthor isn’t the healthiest too fiddleford did use the memory gun on him#but like. what fiddleford did to him was never on the same level as what bill did to ford#they were also to properly make up at the end#bill just continued to torture ford till the end. that is something else#like it’s ok to ship them but please please understand how abusive bill was#and don’t act like it was healthy or on the same level as ford/fiddlefords relationship#or don’t like it because you think toxic abusive relationships are hot#but honestly I am so fucking tired I just wanna stop fighting I just don’t care anymore#just no more discourse oh my god#anyway sorry for whining#time to shut up Bella#I may turn off rbs
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#Being tired is just like 'are you mad did i do something what did i do wrong why are you mad'#Hashtag autismcore experience or whatever#It's fine I'm just sad I immediately give people the vibe that I hate them if I'm not 100% switched on all the time#I know I'm extremely privileged to be able to not make people feel this way like 80% of the time but like. I still wanna whine
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oh hey i just saw one (1) person make (implied) pepstavo naughties on the bird app. yay.
#it was self-naughties with some gus thoughts and it was really fucking cute#but literally whose butt do i have to fuck to get me some proper pep/stavo naughties#that's like properly tagged and searchable#''skonz you can literally make it yourself'' DO YOU KNOW ME FAM I AM TOO LAZY#mostly i'm just mad about all the ant/on and the lack of gus#like gus is RIGHT THE FUCK THERE#i don't hate it i just really dislike it - like how do i get rid of it CLEARLY blocking the ship tag is not enough lmao#anyway yeah. so one great 34 pep'vo artist whose art i absolutely loved#is apparently writing some sort of fake/st'ick rape comic and i'm just--#like the (unrelated) vore shit i could scroll past but this? nah son bye. sad that your fat old men will now be just a memory 👋#anyway it's like 2:30 in the morning I've had like suburban mom levels of wine and i'm mad :c#i just wanna vent :c#sonja whines
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“Won’t be interacting w/ u after this” proceeds to have to interact with them twice bc their friend(s?) don’t know how to leave people the fuck alone
#melody.txt#I literally have. nothing against the person.#and then SOMEONE. DECIDED TO TELL ME TO STOP WHINING.#WHEN THEY DIDNT KNOW HY I WAS UPSET#AND THEN THE OTHER. DECIDED THAT THEY WERE GOING TO LIE.#TO THE PERSON IM REFERRING TO(ex moot)#WHAT THE FUCKK#if ur not such a fucking pussy get off anon and tell me why you wanna be a cunt.#come on. share to the class.#<- sorry I’m. dramatic.#this was. month ago but I still am pissed at the anons 😭😭#anyway if said ex moot sees this#I’m not mad at u <3
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Despite not having an education in medicine, Benjamin hovered over Dr. Weston's every move. He kept interjecting -- "Should that truly go there? Perhaps you should stifle the blood first?" -- before ultimately, the older man threatened to throw him out on his arse.
In an act of compassion, August intervened. "Give him space, he's the doctor. She'll be fine. He'll fix this."
"I know," Benjamin agreed, though it was clear by his tone that he did not. Continuing to pace, his boots practically burned a blazing trail through the grass. With a hand over his mouth, he only faltered again when August corralled him outdoors for a bit of space. It was just as well; he could scarcely stand to look at Emma, let alone be so near... Not when it was his fault she was on that operating table in the first place.
"It's all my fault," Benjamin whispered. Throat dry, he raked a hand through his hair. "She...she only went there because I requested it. Or rather, I told her I suspected Sutherland wasn't telling the truth, so she offered to accompany Sackett. If she hadn't gone..." Perhaps Sackett would be dead. He exhaled, shaken. "I don't know what to do for her."
"She's been through worse," August reassured him. "This is nothing to her. I've seen her running weeks after being told she may spend months in bed."
Benjamin offered a threadbare smile. "Yes, she's told me all about her exploits. Believe me: she was quick to throw out every incident she's ever endured, if only to prove herself worthy of serving. She has a soldier's heart." If only I'd had the courage to say that to her face...
August frowned. "That's the price people pay if they care for her," he said. "She'll make your life feel like an endless summer, be the most loyal, kind, happy of friends. But you'll also get this. You'll get the blood, you get her saving everyone but herself. You'll get her... trying to do everything alone, hardly ever asking for help."
Unbidden, Benjamin's eyes welled up with tears and he was quick to look away, hiding the pain glistening within his distant gaze. "They say it's better to have loved than lost," he softly agreed, "but why does she do it? As much as Emma claims she wants to soothe, to help, why is it that she doesn't consider the pain she's putting us through? Doesn't she know the people who love her are getting hurt with her reckless, senseless ambition?"
Trailing off, Benjamin jerked, startled by his own passions. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I am not angry with her -- not truly. I, myself, am much the same way...I don't think of the consequences until after, because in the moment, it feels like the right thing to do. I've been told I often expect too much of people. I suppose I'm doing the same here...even when she's fighting for her life." He swallowed, his throat bobbing reflexively.
August remained levelheaded. "And one of these days we'll go back home and it will be exactly the same, because she chooses to do this. She never stopped anywhere longer than a couple of months because there are just too many people to save. Until she met you."
Benjamin looked up at that, visibly startled. "Me? But...it surely can't be as simple as all that," he said, hating the sickening burst of hope that fluttered within his chest. "Emma's quite fond of everyone here. She loves Caleb, and Mr. Sackett, and Mary, and the doxies...everyone, because that's the type of person she is." He shrugged, refusing to entertain the pipe dream within his heart. "Perhaps she just sees this cause as more worthy than past battles."
Ben's lovely face could have been a happy last sight. It wasn't the most optimistic thought, but the pain was fading - was that good? bad? - and she could only think that she needed to reach him and tell him it was going to be alright, that he didn't have to look quite so desperate, that she wanted to think of him as the same happy, carefree Ben she had been seeing at night. No, that was gone too, wasn't it?
She blinked, but knew instinctively that she couldn't speak, any attempt would have been futile or made things worse. Instead, she put all of her strength into lifting the same hand that she had used to grab the gun, which now felt impossibly heavy. She choked out a gasp, taste of blood in her mouth and cold spreading through her, but her fingers found his arm. One squeeze. Two. The little gestures she did when trying to soothe his worries: about war, about friends, about the future. Now, about her.
She felt exhausted after that, and just as her hand dropped and she started feeling too sleepy to keep her eyes open, she heard more familiar voices and at least knew Ben would be taken care of. Her eyes closed.
"We need to get something so we can transport her without moving her body too much," August already knew the procedure, having seen Emma lay in a pool of blood too many times. James, who had left his post once he had realized she was in trouble, went to quickly help just as the doctor came in. August took pity on Ben, whom he had been able to only get to know a little before Emma had decided to do her usual dance with him, and even if his heart felt about to explode with fear for her, did what he knew Emma would want and put a hand on his arm to pull him back and let the doctor do his job. "Give him space, he's the doctor. She'll be fine," he assured Ben with a confidence that he didn't expect - that he hated, because he had gotten that used to Emma's near death experiences and knew some day he might be wrong, "He'll fix this."
No one wanted to leave Emma alone, even if they couldn't directly help the doctor, and they chose to wait outside. August hadn't even bothered to try to send James back to work so he wouldn't get punished, there was a limit to what he could do for Emma and knew the other man would never go, not with that look on his face. The only thing James said was that 'he knew he should have been there too. She had mentioned having a headache, not having slept well, he should have been there with her'. The doctor only came to tell them that the situation was dire, and there was nothing to do but wait longer. That was when James offered to go get some of her things, clothes she had left on top of the bed, things she may need later, and August had the distinct impression he was just trying to go cry in private. He didn't bother, taking a deep breath and running a hand over his burning eyes, still convinced she'd pull through this time. "She's been through worse," he told Ben without looking in his direction, "This is nothing to her. I've seen her running weeks after being told she may spend months in bed." But this time there was a problem: her heart had been hurt. And when Emma's heart was hurt, well, no one knew how much she'd fight to get better. He had seen that too. The man who was probably just as hurt was right there with him, and August knew he had to say something. "That's the price people pay if they care for her. She'll make your life feel like an endless summer, be the most loyal, kind, happy of friends. But you'll also get this. You'll get the blood, you get her saving everyone but herself. You'll get her... trying to do everything alone, hardly ever asking for help. I'm sure I don't know half of the most painful things she went through, and I've known her ever since she was born..." he shook his head, looking at the ground, "And one of these days we'll go back home and it will be exactly the same, because she chooses to do this. She never stopped anywhere longer than a couple of months because there are just too many people to save. Until she met you."
#smiletimeisrunningout#a calming calamity#ben x emma#//that's a good way to put it tbh cuz it's true#if someone doesn't engage him back it'll just feel like kicking a man while he's down#so it's like GDI EMMA CAN YOU AT LEAST BE MAD FOR ONCE?#*whines* I WANNA!!! BE!!! MAD!!! ;^;#august's confession really threw ben for a loop#cuz he's like *bats lashes* weally?? :333 what else did she say???#but otoh it's like LOL no she doesn't she DOES NOT LIKE ME#...unless??? 👉 👈
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Me when the 13th annual seasonal depression is supposed to be hitting but it's not. (I realized my life is actually worth fighting for, that I have a purpose for being here and a future that I actually wanna be old enough to see.)
I'm not trying to say I'll never be depressed again but it's wild how it's May 3rd and I'm not suicidal or drinking myself stupid.
#I wonder what did it. Leaving my family in FL or leaving the 4 year burden I got out of this time last year.#Not even in a petty way just. Literally. No wonder I felt so hopeless when everyone around me made me feel empty.#Life is beautiful when there's not a cheating loser in your ear whining and sobbing bc they gave up and were mad everyone else was happy.#Life is beautiful when there's not a person telling you you're a failure and that you need to be rich to be happy.#I really appreciate being alive now. I wasn't given the best hand but I'm so glad none of my attempts worked.#I surround myself in people that love their lives and wanna fight for it and suddenly mine doesn't suck so hard either.
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so fucking mad actually. my job will have a snow day for 2 inches of snow that fall the night AFTER the snow day was. (as in, tey cancelled Monday and it didn't even start snowing till Tuesday) but when there's a winter storm warning for nearly 2 feet of snow and a foot of sleet? o no no that's no biggie.
#so mad#i fucking hate this job.#i wanna cry#i hate this fucking job#i hate these people#just fucking cancel it#bc i know as SOON as i walk in the door at least one of them will be whining and moaning about how worried they are about the buses#(news flash it'll be te same person who had the authority to cancel)#and how the bus drivers are worried about the buses and how the busses are gonna get stuck on the roads#'oh no the storm doesnt start until 7 even tho we have a winter storm warning for the entire state that starts at 2 and we're right on the#nh border meaning any storm that comes through will hit us first'
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— “‘samu, stop,” you whisper, as he finds you at the opposite corner of the bed yet again. “it’s so hot.” the fan drones on, making little creaks as it oscillates. it does nothing to quell the heat. if anything, it just cycles the hot air around you, making the bedroom akin to a rotary oven.
what also doesn’t help is the six-foot human space heater in your bed.
osamu groans, his arm coming around your waist to pull you against his bare chest. “stop kickin’ me,” he mumbles. “i wanna hold ya.” he nuzzles his face in your neck, kissing it.
it would be sweet, if his body heat wasn’t the same as an elephant’s. he’s sweltering, and your shoulder sticks to his chest as you try to move away. osamu practically whines as you do. “stop leavin’ meeeee.”
a blast of heat envelopes you as he tries to pull you close again, and you let out a huff. “m’not leaving you, ‘samu, i told you, it’s boiling in here,” you tell him, hitching a leg over his hip to get some air. “s’not my fault,” he mutters petulantly, his big, hot hand reaching over to rest on your leg.
this boy…!
you give another huff. not even thirty seconds later, there’s a low snore that rumbles behind you. “how are you even asleep?” you whisper incredulously, turning to see his peaceful expression. “m’holdin’ ya,” he mumbles sleepily in reply. he inhales deeply, breathing you in. “i love ya.”
guess you can’t be mad about that.
#i feel like he runs hot . insanely#imagine being next to him in the kitchen GAWDD bring a towel#i didn't actually find a song that fit this but i did listen to cool with you .. ironic!#miya osamu#osamu miya x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff#dorian.writes
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an introduction to older!rafe x sensitive!reader
18+ mdni!
this is literally mean older!rafe who refers to himself as daddy and makes sensitive!reader sit on his lap because she’s a restless crybaby who needs his attention 24/7 or else her pouting and whining is going to piss him off even if he can't help but get hard whenever she cries...
“Just stay still and pretty right there, yeah?” he murmurs into her ear when she rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her smaller arms around his firm abdomen as he goes over some business contracts.
He’d harshly smack her ass whenever she’d so much as wriggle her hips on top of him, which makes her jump and let out a faint whimper every single time.
“What did I just tell you? Don’t wanna make daddy upset with you, do you?” he scolds her when she tries to adjust her position once more because she's aching at this point.
“No! No! Sorry, I just…”
“You just what?” his question comes off as mocking.
“You’re being mean,” she frowns.
“I’m being mean? Even if I’m letting you sit in my lap and voluntarily listening to your annoying whining? You don’t see me complainig, do you? Why don’t you go to the bedroom and sit there alone then, hm?” his words are coarse; her eyes turning watery at the notion of him being mad at her.
“No, that’s not what I meant…don’t wanna be alone,” her voice is muffled against his neck as she sniffles.
“Why are you crying?” his tone is patronizing, yet the calloused fingertips smoothing through her hair tender.
“Cause I made you upset,” her forlorn mumbling makes him soften some as he lets out a deep sigh at the thought of her teary eyes dampening his shirt.
“You wanna make me feel better?” he questions with an almost gentle rasp.
“Mhm,” she eagerly nods against the side of his head and tightens her hold around him.
“Why don’t you shut that dumb mouth then and stop moving around so much and let daddy focus, yeah?”
Finally, she listens; not daring to shift an inch anymore. Even if she can feel the obvious bulge in his pants pressing against her puffy clit and making her soak through her panties as her cunt throbs at the prospect of him rewarding her later for being good…
read another part to this here!
#got a little carried away with this...#how am i supposed to act normal w all these new pics?#my head is spinning atm#older!rafe#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe smut#rafe x reader#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe fic#drew starkey#outer banks fanfiction#sensitive!reader
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KARMA !
— brat taming the jjk men feat. choso kamo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro.
WARNINGS. femdom!reader, f!reader (she/her), brat taming, cock slaps, crying, handjob, choking, p in v, riding, overstim, lingerie, lollll slotted toji out :33, recording, finger sucking. ( 2k ) note. hellloooooo hope u all enjoy this. i had fun writing bc i loveee the idea of making big strong men crumble mhmhmhm. anywaysss reblogs are appreciated thank youuu love u all. repost bc last night it didn’t show in the tags 💔 but i edited it and added alottt so if you already saw it feel free to read again !! ty
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 CHOSO KAMO
“ma— make m— ooohh fuck. wai—wait” his voice trembled so cutely that it was barely coherent, crumbling into a pretty whine that drowns out his pathetic attempt (if you could even call it that) at being a defiant little brat, making you giggle, your slicked up thumbs pushing and rubbing down on the slit of his leaky tip, sending jolts of pain masked as pleasure up his bony spine, “make you?”
immediately he knows he’s fucked up. the air between you growing thick.
he didn’t know what came over him, really. maybe he had been watching too much porn, fantasizing too much, because the idea of getting tamed by you�� god, just the thought of getting put in his place, turned him on so much. so, so much.
but having to actually disobey you, he couldn’t. he believes he was only put on this earth to serve you and please you. to be good. his head hurriedly shakes side to side, making each strand of ravened silky hair jump and dance before resting to frame his flushed face, “‘m sorry didn’t me—”
you land a heavy, hard slap to his cock, the sound pounding in his flushed ears blending with the beat of his heart, making his body tense up and jerk underneath you. his breaths come out in ragged little gasps, each one such a struggle as his fuzzy brain short circuits under your warm palms.
it really is cute, you think. cute how easy it is to break him. the pretty tears that drip down his puffed-up, blushed cheeks remind you of that. he’s choking on his sobs when you move to cup his face and kiss the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks. crying and sniffling because he hates when you’re mad. hates disappointing you.
“‘m sorry, i don’t— just wanna be so good for you. i’ll be— wanna be your good boy.”
“i know,” you coo, petting him like the pretty pet he is, “wanna try again for me, hm?”
and oh, he’s nodding so sweetly, cock throbbing for you, his big glassy eyes heart-shaped, staring up. so ready to be yours, ready to be the good boy you’ve trained him to be.
so you tell him again, “fuck my fists, make yourself cum, pretty boy. and look me in my eyes.”
his hips buck up, the salty tears on his cheeks warming and dried as he uses your sticky hands like a fleshlight, whining prettily when you tighten your grip around him, “‘m sorry” he babbles over and over, drooling out the corners of his parted puffy lips.
he’s so good. staring into the blown pupils of your pretty eyes without fault, like you told him to. because you told him to.
and his thighs burn, his legs shaking and trembling against the silky sheets as he gets closer and closer. the pain almost urging him on, “are you gonna cum for me? baby? gonna give it all to me hm?”
“yes, ple— please. please, can i cum can—”
you pull your hands off him.
drawing out the prettiest whine to ever be heard. like a song of the angels. his head falling back against the wooden headboard, hips bucking up in search of something to ease the ache that overwhelms in his tummy. those hot tears making a special reappearance.
“aww baby,” you hum, feigning sympathy, massaging his warm— full, heavy balls, “did you really think you’d get to cum after that, hm? did you?”
his eyes widen in desperation, disappointment. he tries to speak, to plead, to beg, but all that comes out are broken little sobs and whimpers.
the look on his face is almost pitiful. furrowed brows, pout, and his mouth hangs open.
you bend to lean in closer, your breath so warm against the shell of his sensitive ear, “you have to earn it, baby. good boys get rewarded. brats get punished.”
for you, he nods weakly, his voice barely a whisper as he chokes, “i’ll be so good, pro— promise. please, let me cum. let me show you how good i am”
so pretty. your fingers slip down to massage his aching balls, applying just enough pressure to keep him on that edge he loves to dangle over without giving him the sweet, sweet release he craves. “nuh uh, not yet,” you hum softly, your tone both firm but oh so gentle. “show me how much you want it.”
his hips buck up involuntarily, humping the air in search of your grip— relief, eyes locking onto yours, colored irises filled with adoration. he’s completely at your mercy, every nerve and ending in his body on fire, every muscle tensed up in anticipation.
and you can see the struggle in his eyes. it’s really a beautiful sight, and you savor every moment of it. “that’s it,” mumuring, “keep looking at me like that. show me how much you need it.”
his breaths come in short little, ragged gasps, his chest heaving and caving, thighs burning from fucking the air.
but finally, after what feels like an eternity, you decide to grant him some mercy, your hands moving back around his throbbing cock, stroking him just how he likes it, “cum for me, pretty boy,” you command, a soft, seductive purr. “give it all to me.”
with a strangled, gargled cry, he obeys. his body convulsing, every muscle tightening as he finally, finally finds his release, his cum spilling all over your hands in thick, hot, sticky spurts. and he’s so obedient, his eyes remaining locked on yours, even as his vision blurs and fuzes with pleasure.
“there you go,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “such a good boy.”
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 KENTO NANAMI
the tie that usually wrapped snug around the collar of nanami’s shirt adding that signature pop of yellow to his suits now decorates his flushed neck, constricting it, the tail of it clutched tightly in your fists as you ride his cock, your hips rolling and jerking against him relentlessly.
thick cum drips down to his balls, pooling underneath him, a swirl of your mess and his. he’s cum two–no, four? he doesn’t even know how many loads he’s stuffed into your warm cunt— or how many you’ve forced and sucked out of him, his cock so sensitive it fucking hurts, every time you snap back down on him sending poky jolts of overstimulation through his entire body.
“fu—fuck, honey, please. i don’t have— ngh— don’t have anything left to give. fuckin’ drained me already— can’t—”
you tug on the silky fabric, making him choke on his words, gargling on warm, foamy spit. his hands reaching to grab at the curve of your waist, but he’s flinching, remembering how you said, no touching. remembering why he’s in the position in the first place.
because he doesn’t listen.
refused to keep his hands to himself, your body begging to be touched, in his words. as if he didn’t take you seriously, just kept grabbing at you, digging his slim fingers into your plush skin.
so, obviously, there’s some sort of misunderstanding .. some sort of disconnect. he must have forgotten who was in charge.
you don’t even give him a response, ignoring the prickly burn in your thighs to fuck him dumb. maybe then, ironically, he’ll learn how to act. each jerk of your hips move to push him further to the edge, to remind him of his place.
his body is weak, just sitting pretty, twitchy, letting you do as you please, sweetly hiccuping under your frame, “hah— please, my fucking god i— i’m sorry” he’s all gone and sucked up, cock crying, drooling pathetic tears of salty cum in your cruel walls. sweat peppering his forehead, slicking the ridges of his chest, making him glisten.
“please, i’m fucking begging i’ll— hah, won’t disobey you again. i’ll— i’ll be good. i’ll be yours”
aw, there it is.
and you hum, stilling your hips, letting his cock fill you all the way up, “mhm that’s all i needed to hear. now give me onee more load. just one. know you can do it pretty boy, give it to me”
even though his body is spent, just the true definition of exhaustion, he responds, his pretty cock twitching inside you as he drags against his own warm cum in your spongy walls. and it doesn’t take long before he’s giving into you. balls so empty, just a few little spurts drooling out, but it feels just as intense, maybe even more than any of his other orgasms. “good boy”
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 TOJI FUSHIGURO
“toj’ my pretty boy” your finger draws across the pink lacy lingerie that does a pathetic job of covering his cock. poking out, leaking and drooling all over the fabric, almost ripping through it with just how hard he is, “you look so good like this”
he grunts, blush growing across his cheeks, a deep, deep crimson, turning his head to avoid your gaze, avoid your phone brightly flashing, recording him.
“so hard too, aw” mumuring, you move closer, recording every detail of how he bulges through the set you so perfectly picked out for him. the pink complementing his tanned skin so well, truly a work of art “touch yourself for me”
another grunt escapes his lips, and he’s fidgeting, dragging his balls against the bed, rutting like a fucking dog, pulling at the ropes that hold and confine him, caging him against himself, “need your ..”
“yeah, need what?” you prompt with a smile, watching through your screen how he struggles to say it, pouting as his brows furrow up.
“need your help”
theres a wicked little glint in your eyes, pulling back at the stretchy band of the pretty underwear, letting go so it snaps back against the sensitive underside of his thick cock, making him whine, his broad body shaking and twitching, muscles clenching up.
humming, you bring your palm to his face, telling him to lick, and he listens, immediately.
licking a long stripe up your warm palm, but oh, he gets carried away. stretching to wrap his scarred lips around your fingers, bobbing his head up and down, drool dripping down from around his pursed lips, letting his tongue lay flat. “look at you, so eager”
he comes off with a pop, smirking because he knows you love when he’s so good like this for you.
you press your slick fingers against his covered perky nipples, watching as he twitched, before moving to stoke him through the pretty lingerie, “don’t fu—fucking tease”
you ignore him, let him get away with the little back talk because he just looks toooo cute, eyes all big, looking up into the flash of the camera, leaking through the lingerie like such a pretty boy. all for you.
you flick your wrist faster, leaning to spit on his clothed cock, sending thousands of shivers up the nerves on his spine, making him croon, his ass raising up off the bed to buck into your palms, giving the camera such a good show.
“gonna cum, shit— i’m so close. fuck— please”
he’s babbling, his voice all high and whiney.
“mhm go ahead, baby”
with a final, desperate thrust, he’s shooting against the fabric, babbling your name as it oozes through making a sticky little mess before you’re leaning down to lap at his clad tip. to clean him up.
then you come off him, stopping the video. and tojis looking up at you through glassy eyes as you press against your phone, smiling.
“what— hah, what are you doing”
“sending it to shiu”
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Hellooo, I have a requesttt. Bully!Geto & bully!gojo x reader please!!
𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: didn't know how to tackle this, but I think I got it >:3
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting; satosugu + you are juniors - sex in shared space; college dorm - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling + nipple play - oral (m! receiving) - facials - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - Eiffel Tower/spit-roasting position - slight degradation - pet names (baby, crybaby, cutie, good girl, plaything, pretty girl, sweetheart) - unprotected sex (doesn't shoot inside, tho) - mention of tears and drool.
⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k
“—Gaaahh!! N-Noo, shtop! No more, no mo—Oooh!”
“Aww, don’t go cryin’ on us yet; let’s see how much this pussy can cum!”
“Satoru, keep playing with their nipples; they keep gripping my fingers like crazy…”
Being bullied seems to be an everyday thing for a wimp like you—especially in the hands of Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto.
What kind of person lets two of the hottest guys in the school bully them? You’re practically nearly a full-ass grown adult; you shouldn’t be letting people push you around like it’s middle school! And yet, you can’t seem to bring yourself to stand for yourself, too meek and reserved to step up the ladder of confrontation, even if it’s from people who’ve tormented you most of your life.
Gojo and Geto have been your bullies for nearly your entire academic life, starting from first grade. To say that your life was hell on Earth was just the surface, coming home in tears and wishing to disappear every single day. The emotional toil was too much to bear, so much so that you did everything in your power to make sure you didn’t end up in the same high school as the two, a task that you’re proud to act on as making friends and getting through the final four years of your primary education became easier to accomplish.
However, this fulfillment was thrown out the window when you walked on campus grounds and discovered that after two years, your bullies had transferred to the same college as you! Not only in the same place but in the same dorm section and sharing the same class—had the world gone mad?! Just when you have accepted this new chapter in your life to start anew and fresh, these two spin back and the pool of anxiety swallows you back up and pulverizes your heart. There was no way for this situation to be envisaged.
“Ohaaa!! Shtooop, t’ooo fasst!!”
And now, they have new methods to diminish your dignity.
Against your comfort, you and the two were assigned a spreadsheet to work on and have it done by Thursday, so you three were supposed to be working in the living room of their dorm apartment. Nevertheless, you don’t think lying on the couch with your back to Gojo and Geto between your legs has anything to do with the assignment…
You were squirming, Gojo’s slender hands cupping and fondling your chest, tips of his fingers tweaking your nipples roughly so that you whine helplessly. Legs spread open for your panties and bare cunt to be exposed when you were stripped from your leggings, and Geto toys your private part with his fingers. The sensation of his middle digit inside you was hard to believe, like the howl from curling onto the upper wall of your vagina.
“Uuuwww, ohmyGoooood…!” You throw your head back to the shoulder of the white-haired one whose forefingers circle the buds of your mounds. “W-We can’t be—hic—doing this…”
“Ehhh, c’mon, baby,” hearing Gojo talk to your ear so close has to be something out of a dream or nightmare. “Who says we can’t play with our favorite person, huh?”
You gulp at the lick of your earlobe. “Because…we have work to d—Aaahh!”
“Don’t think about that assignment when I’m busy shoving my fingers in you,” Geto reminds you, the pace of his digit increasing and the scrape of his fingertip having your toes curl. “Doesn’t the pretty girl wanna play us like old times?”
A hand grabs his wrist, yet that does little to hinder the raven-haired one’s diligence within your leaking chasm. “B-But…We can’t!” Jesus, it’s tough to think adequately the more Geto pushes and pulls his finger, brushing it up against your texture. Tears welled up in your eyes, your body sore from their constant touches.
“God, still cryin’ from being teased, huh, crybaby?” Gojo chuckles while cupping your cheeks. “Still a cutie, though…”
No way, there’s absolutely no way! You had to be dreaming because there is no way you’re awake to see the day Gojo is kissing you! Biting your bottom lip and shoving his tongue inside, your brain practically explodes as you moan in his mouth, and your slit contracts the rub of Geto’s finger. Did you just cum from a kiss?!
“Oh wow, they’re spasming like crazy,” Geto chortles at the sight of your legs trembling and your genitalia fluttering around the digit. “Cumming from a kiss, huh? Heh, so easy to mess with.”
Your response was deterred to that of imperceptible wails, crying into Gojo’s pillowy lips as he sucked on your tongues to hear you sob more. This was so unfair; this situation was not in your favor once you were dragged into their apartment.
Not even in the next phase of this meet-up.
Your clothes are discarded from your body to the living room floor, mounting on the couch on all fours, Geto to your front and Gojo to your back. The three of you are too far gone to think about the damn assignment—your frame too occupied by their cocks to evade them so.
Soapy lips suck on the dick of the dark-haired other, puffy cheeks making room for the limb burrowing inside your mouth. He fucks you orally with vigor, snapping his hips to your lips as your head pounds with every jab to the back of your throat. You’re not left with a second to breathe calmly, his girth overwhelming.
“Fuuuhhck, Jesus Christ,” he curses, grinding his pelvis and moaning at the feel of your tight throat. “Such a good girl, sucking me so well; got the mouth of a great cumslut.”
“Has the pussy of one, too!”
The words burn your ears, coming from behind as the guy with snowy hair plunges his length into your vagina. His hands are situated on your waist to keep you on him, the curve of his cock scratching your sweet spots too accurately that you’re forced to scream on the other’s shaft.
Gojo throws his head back with a sigh, “Fuckin’ shiiiit, this pussy…clamping on me so hard, you wanna milk me dry?” He bends down to your ear, “Want my load so bad like a little whore?” Squeezing on him was inevitable, making him hiss. “Fuck! Don’t do that…”
“Damn this throat, man,” you peer up to Geto. Your eyes have already released the tears stricken down your face, the lower part of your face all hot from the frequent hits. He chortles, “You look so good all messy like that, sweetheart…Holy shit, you looked so fucked out.”
Of course you were; they’ve been toying with your body for ten minutes with no rest! Your frame was aching so bad, sobbing because of the cock busying your throat and the dick grazing your G-spot. It was too much to catch up with, especially when Gojo sneaks a hand to your clit to rub and swipe. Your eyes roll to the ceiling, and a scream is muffled, your figure submitting to the pinches on your sensitive pearl.
“Wanna cum?” Silver brows trench together at the clamp of your walls. “Do it, cum on my dick, you nasty crybaby.”
More tweaks to your clitoris coincide with the erratic pistons of Gojo’s thighs, and you have no choice but to climax once more. Your cunt tightens around his cock with every hit of your orgasm, and he makes sure to get his raw cock out of you to ejaculate his milky fluid onto your back, painting your skin with his load.
The same goes for Geto as well, who grabs your head and roughly pulls himself off to paint your face with his essence. You whimper with every quiver and addition of his sperm, spurting to your forehead and decorating your cheeks to slide down your chin. You never felt so dirty in your life, your tongue accidentally tasting it from licking your lips. “Good girl,” he compliments with a teasing pinch to your cheek.
Gojo rubs his length on the cusp of your butt. “Man, cutie, you keep driving me crazy.” His fingers aimlessly play with your clit. “Now I really can’t leave you alone…”
Dread weighs your bones at his words, and you can only question how you can survive these upcoming semesters with these harassers. And now that they’re hooked on you, this fresh new start has become much more suffocating…
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