#Blue lock smut

[dollbrbie]

wait i JUST read ur rules so don’t answer that previously ask LMAO

do you think you can do a fanfic with like f!reader absolutely DEMOLISHED kaiser in bed and just leave kaiser like bewildered

when you told you boyfriend, kaiser that you wanted to be on top tonight, he certainly wasn’t expecting this.

with your hands placed firmly on his shoulders, the sound of your ass colliding with his pelvis echoed throughout the room with choked moans coming from kaiser’s lips as he tries to fathom what the fuck just possessed his girlfriend.

your hips rocked back and forth as you bounced up and down on his cock, your eyes rolled back as you feel the tip of your boyfriend’s cock kiss your cervix, bottoming out inside of you with the pain mixed with pleasure.

“fuck- slow down, would you?”, kaiser moans out, his hands gripping the plush of your hips in attempt to slow you down as he feels his cock throb, his release on it’s tipping point.

there was no way he was about to cum this fast.

you choke out a moan in response, nibbling of the plush of your bottom lip as you continue fucking yourself dumb on his cock, the sound of your boyfriend’s choked moans motivating you even further.

you soon feel your pleasure knot in your stomach, rubbing frantic circles on your clit as your gummy walls flutter around kaiser’s cock - that being the final straw for him as he groans in response, his tip throbbing as all compose leaves his body, his thighs shaking beneath you and his cock emptying out inside you.

as you feel the warmth of his seed fill you up completely, your own orgasm hits, your body convulsing with your head thrown back and your pussy clenching around kaiser’s now sensitive cock, eliciting a choked out moan from overstimulation.

“get off- get off- get off-”, he chants, pulling you off his cock as he watches his cum drip out of you, running past your shaky thighs.

with a heavy breath and pure bewilderment written all over his face, he asks, “what the fuck was that?”

“huh? what was what?”, you ask with a breath of your own, looking at him like you didn’t just completely demolish him.

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[fortheharbingers]

Anyways. Prone bone with Kaiser and he is bottomed out inside of you, you have no idea how many times you’ve cummed already but he won’t seem to let go any time soon

You’re barely there maybe but never really lose the grip on the reality. It’s worse to keep your eyes open because then you’ll be painfully aware of the source of warmth underneath you- Ness with his soft chest, panting and heaving under you, trying so desperately to keep quiet but every time Kaiser thrusts, he feels your slick core grinding against him so deliciously- creating a friction that only makes the matters worse for him.

With each thrust, Kaiser presses you down with one hand on the nape of your neck and Ness can feel his length move against his skin through the barrier of yours. A contact is a contact, be it indirect or not. The mix of your cums rubbing against him, with his precum and aching cock, all he can do is to lie down and take all the crumbs the two of you- Kaiser will be allowing him.

Every once in a while, you try to move, maybe get up, maybe to face him or try and take a little control of the situation but the hand at the back of your hand keeps you fixated, leans down, his sweaty chest pressing against your back, trapping you between the two men, and whispers you to play nice or you won’t get to cum again, to behave or you won’t be getting anything else.

He places a soft kiss on your shoulder to make the matters worse, sometimes a peck that is more like a bite on the lips if anything. At the first hours of the night, you’d try and bite back, taste his blood on your lips with a smug grin but now with your mouth open, tongue out and drooling all over Ness, Kaiser gives you the tiniest fraction of something akin to soft and care while his eyes meet Ness’.

[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 2,087

It always happens eventually.

The slow crawl of boredom, creeping in like rot in the foundation. You recognize the signs well by now—the way the once-interesting becomes routine, how everything starts feeling predictable. You’ve always been like this, your life dictated by a pursuit of fun and knowledge, nothing more. Commitment? Attachment? Useless. Irrational.

Your bully wasn’t supposed to be any different.

At first, he was entertaining—loud, cruel, an absolute monster in every possible way. He amused you, held your attention longer than most. You let him push you around, tear you apart, spit on you, call you every insult under the sun, because it was fun. A new experience. A new sensation. A game where you were the target, and he was the beast hunting you down.

But now? Now he’s getting attached.

That ruins it. The moment someone starts expecting more, wanting more—it kills whatever interest you had. He’s begun looking at you differently. Not just as his favorite punching bag, his personal fuckhole, but something more. And that disgusts you more than anything he’s ever done.

So you’re leaving.

It should be easy. You don’t feel guilt, you don’t feel hesitation. It’s already over in your head. You’ve seen all there is to see—his rage, his possessiveness, his cruelty, the way he shoves you into walls and laughs in your face. You’ve experienced the full range of his torment, cataloged it in your mind like a researcher studying a specimen. You’ve learned him, and now he bores you. Simple as that.

You can already picture how it will go. He’ll resist at first, maybe try to intimidate you, but in the end, everyone lets go if you push the right buttons. They think they own you, until you slip right through their fingers like smoke.

But you miscalculated something this time.

He notices. He always notices. Even when you think you’re unreadable, when your face is a perfect mask of deadpan apathy—he knows.

"You’re acting weird."

His voice is too close, too low, heavy with suspicion and something far darker. His arm braces beside your head, boxing you in against the cold brick wall of the dorm stairwell. You don’t react. You meet his gaze like always—flat, indifferent, unflinching.

"I’m not acting," you say simply. "I’m just done."

Something flashes across his face. Not anger. Not surprise. Something raw and jagged and possessive. He masks it fast, but not fast enough. And in that moment, you realize just how badly you’ve misread him.

He’s not just attached. He’s obsessed.

It hits you like ice water down your spine. And then you feel it—the air shifting. The temperature of the world tipping, as if you’ve stepped into something much colder, much deeper.

His lips twist into a slow, mean grin. His hand wraps around your jaw, rough and calloused, thumb pressing against your lips, smearing your apathy into something mockingly intimate.

"You’re done? That’s fucking adorable."

You should have known better. You did know better. But some small, arrogant part of you believed you could control this, steer him, keep the upper hand. That part is already dead.

You stare up at him. Blank. Detached. But inside, something starts to crack.

He steps closer, your bodies nearly flush. His thumb pushes into your mouth, prying it open like a toy. "Say it again. Say you’re done."

You start to speak—"I’m—"

The slap cuts across your cheek like lightning. The force of it sends your head reeling, stars bursting behind your eyes. But it’s not pain that steals your breath—it’s certainty.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You don’t get to be done, bitch. You don’t get to fucking leave me."

Your mouth is dry. Your body is motionless. But your mind is alive with terrifying clarity.

He isn’t letting go.

He shoves you backward, and your spine slams into the wall. His body presses into yours, not with desire, but dominion. He breathes against your ear, voice low and trembling with rage.

"You thought you were playing me? Is that it? You think I didn’t see what you were doing—with those dead fucking eyes and that fake little moan every time I put you on your knees?"

You don’t answer. There’s no point. He’s not asking.

"You made me need you. You walked into my life like some smug little freak and let me use you like trash. And now you think you can walk away?"

His hand slides around your throat, squeezing just enough to cut the flow of air, to watch your lips part around a gasp.

"You don’t get to disappear, you emotionally bankrupt little freak. I don’t care how empty you are inside. I’ll fill you."

The threat is clear, dripping from every word. There’s no pretense anymore, no illusion of control. He isn’t interested in fun. He isn’t playing games.

He’s claiming ownership.

"I should have known," he growls. "You liked it too much. The way you swallowed everything I gave you without blinking. Like you were trying to see how far you could push it before I snapped."

He drags you to your knees, rough and unceremonious, one hand in your hair, the other unbuckling his belt.

"Congratulations. You found the limit."

You try to speak—whether in protest, curiosity, or resignation, you’re not sure—but he shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

"Shut the fuck up, you little corpse. You don’t get to think anymore. You wanted to be nothing? Fine. I’ll make you less than nothing."

He forces your head back, looking down at you with pure contempt and something worse—longing.

"You belong to me now. Not because you want it. Because I fucking said so."

You should be screaming. Crying. Running.

But all you can do is kneel. Still and quiet. Staring.

The moment stretches. It’s not passion. It’s not violence.

It’s possession.

Your mind catalogues every second. Every word. Every scar he’s about to carve into your identity.

You tried to walk away from a monster.

But monsters don’t let go.

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You’ve never fought him before.

Not really.

You were always pliant. Cold, yes. Distant. Withdrawn. But never rebellious. He liked that about you—liked the way you’d let him press his mouth to your skin and leave marks like brands, even if you never moaned. Never whimpered. Never begged. You’d let him do what he wanted, but you never gave it to him. Not really.

Until now.

Now, you’re shoving at his chest, wrists shaking with the effort, breath short with exertion. To anyone else, it’d be pitiful. Embarrassing. But to him, it’s heresy.

His mouth curls into a snarl, rage rising so fast it chokes him. Because it’s not your strength that matters.

It’s your eyes.

You’re looking at him like he’s nothing.

Like he’s filth under your shoe. Like he’s not even worth the breath you waste on him. No fear. No desperation. Just... revulsion.

That’s new.

He’s had fighters before. Victims who bit and clawed and screamed. He liked them, for a time. But fear always betrayed them in the end. Their bodies sang with it. The shaking, the stuttering, the piss-wet sobbing—music.

But you? Your body lies.

You’re not fighting because you think you can win. You’re fighting because you hate him. Hate the way he touches you. Hate the way he breathes. Hate the very fact that he exists.

It shouldn’t excite him.

But it does.

His hand snaps out, seizing your hair, yanking you backward until your spine bends like a bowstring. He leans in, nose nearly brushing yours, eyes burning.

“You finally gonna put up a fight, sweetheart?” he growls.

You say nothing.

That blank stare is worse than any scream. He wants to claw it off your face. Replace it with agony. With fear.

But you don’t give him the satisfaction.

So he takes it.

His grip tightens, and your body lurches into his. He slams you against the wall, a dull crack echoing as your shoulder hits stone. Still no scream. No cry.

Just that cold stare.

It enrages him.

He wraps a hand around your throat, fingers pressing in slow, methodical pressure. Not enough to choke—yet. Just enough to remind you that he could.

Your pulse ticks under his hand, slow and steady.

He leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "You want me to hurt you. Don’t you?"

Your lashes flutter, but still, you say nothing. Not a word. Not a whimper. Your body stiffens, but your eyes stay hollow. As if you’re not even here.

“You’re not getting off easy,” he snarls. “You don’t get to die until I say so.”

He drags you from the wall and throws you down. You hit the floor hard, bones aching. His boots thud beside your head, and then he’s on top of you—kneeling, straddling, forcing your wrists above your head.

His belt clinks as he unbuckles it slowly, methodically, looping the leather around your wrists. He cinches it tight until the blood slows in your hands. You don’t resist. You don’t need to.

Your silence is resistance enough.

“You think you’re above me?” he whispers, mouth curled into a cruel smile. “You think being quiet makes you strong?”

He leans down, breath warm against your neck. "You know what I see when I look at you?"

He licks a stripe up your jaw, slow and invasive.

"I see a fucking toy that forgot it’s not real."

You flinch—but only slightly. Barely perceptible. But he catches it. And it makes him grin.

He drags your bound arms up above your head, pinning them to the floor with one hand. The other drifts down, slow and possessive, sliding under your clothes like he owns you. Because he does. In every way that matters.

"I’m gonna break you,” he whispers. “Split you open, carve out all that silence, and fuck it full of sound."

You turn your head away, eyes staring into the dark like you’re somewhere else.

But he won’t let you stay there.

His fingers slide lower, rough and calloused. He’s not kind. Not gentle. You don’t deserve it.

“You're so fucking cold,” he murmurs. “No wonder no one ever wanted you. You just lie there like a corpse, all pretty and blank. Like you were made to be used.”

His fingers press deeper. You suck in a sharp breath, the first noise he’s earned.

“There she is,” he croons. “Still breathing after all. Guess I didn’t break you yet.”

Your body twitches under him, muscles locking. But still no begging. No pleading. Just that awful, suffocating silence.

He hates it.

He loves it.

“I should leave you like this,” he hisses into your ear. “Tied up. Bleeding. Just enough to live. Let you sit in your own filth and think about what you are. Let the rot set in. Let the rats come.”

Your jaw tightens.

He sees it.

“Ah,” he breathes. “That’s it. That little twitch. You hate me, don’t you?”

You don’t answer.

So he slaps you.

Hard.

Your head snaps to the side, blood blooming on your lip.

And you laugh.

It’s soft. Barely a breath.

But it undoes him.

He grabs your jaw, fingers bruising. “You think this is a game?”

You look at him, eyes gleaming through the blood. And for the first time, you speak.

“I think you’re scared.”

His body stills.

That smile vanishes.

You lean in, breath ragged, voice low. “You don’t want me to break. You want me to stay like this—cold. Empty. Because if I scream, if I cry, then it means I’m real. And that scares you, doesn’t it?”

His grip tightens.

But your eyes don’t waver.

“You want a doll,” you whisper. “But I’m not one.”

Something snaps.

He tears at your clothes, shredding fabric. Marks bloom across your skin as he claws at you, teeth scraping, hands punishing. But now, your breath hitches. Your body moves.

And that makes him furious.

He rips you up into his lap, arms like iron around you. He drags your mouth to his, biting until you taste blood.

“You’ll remember this,” he growls. “You’ll remember what I did to you. What I made you.”

You smile through the blood. “Already do.”

He doesn’t stop.

Not until the silence is gone.

Not until you’re screaming.

Not in fear.

But in pleasure.

And that’s what scares him most.

Because now—

Now he’s the one who’s lost control.

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♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

Ace Attorney: N/A

Arcane: N/A

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Katsuki Bakugo

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

Death Note: N/A

Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa

DC: Damian Wayne

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Childe, Scaramouche

Haikyuu!!: Hajime Iwaizumi, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: N/A

Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zen'in, Ryōmen Sukuna

Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan

Love and Deepspace: N/A

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: N/A

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: N/A

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Dust! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell! Papyrus, Underfell! Sans, Undertale! Chara

Wuthering Waves: Scar

Your Throne: N/A

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[itoshhi]

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𝜗𝜚 he likes to eat his girl while fingering her, a hungry boy…

𝜗𝜚 he has no idea how big he is

𝜗𝜚 all he wants is to give pleasure to his lover, so sweet

𝜗𝜚 he loves your titties <3

𝜗𝜚 he will let you use him

NAGI seishiro, reo mikage, bachira meguru, CHOSO kamo, yuji itadori, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge, SHOTO todoroki, tamaki amajiki, midoriya izuku, ARMIN arlert, connie springer, CHIFUYU matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, takemichi hanagaki + your favs.

𝜗𝜚 you and your damn skirts will one day hurt your ability to walk.

𝜗𝜚 he had a bad day, so…

𝜗𝜚 “i’ll just take care of you, okay?”

𝜗𝜚 he loves the way your hips collide with his cock

𝜗𝜚 sometimes he just focuses on you and your adorable lips

ISAGI yoichi, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, SUGURU geto, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, takuma ino, AIZAWA shouta, denki kaminari, kirishima eijiro, LEVI ackerman, reiner braun, porco galliard, MANJIRO sano, shinichiro sano, mitsuya takashi + your favs.

𝜗𝜚 he promised to be more gentle this time, lying bastard!

𝜗𝜚 he can make you cum in seconds <3

𝜗𝜚 will you be a “good girl” ?

𝜗𝜚 “are you going to be a shy girl and hide your little noises from me, hmm?”

𝜗𝜚 he is a total eater, trust me.

SAE itoshi, rin itoshi, shido ryusei, eita otoya, TOJI zenin, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, BAKUGOU katsuki, touya todoroki, keigo takami, EREN yeager, jean kirstein, IZANA kurokawa, baji keisuke, haruchiyo sanzu, ken ryuguji + your favs.

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[anglbunny]

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cw: porn. nsfw minors dni. [Blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers}

⸝⸝ Playing with his pretty dick after he comes home.

⸝⸝ his sweet virgin girlfriend tells him he can't take her V card so he decides to do this instead

⸝⸝ Filling you up because you look so hot with his cum dripping out

➷Michael kaiser, gojo satoru, shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, ran haitani, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, rindou haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, izana kurokawa (+your faves)

⸝⸝ He's your own little seat

⸝⸝ He loves fucking you in missionary cause of the pretty view

⸝⸝ He fingers you while eating you out

➷megumi fushiguro, ino takuma, inumaki toge, otoya eita, nagi seishiro, wakasa imaushi, rin itoshi, reo mikage, barou shoei, inui seishu, chifuyu matsuno, kakucho hitto, (+your faves)

⸝⸝ letting him rearrange your inside in the backseat where everyone can see who you belong to

⸝⸝ Ruining your cute little panties

⸝⸝ spanking you

➷geto suguru, yuta okkotsu, isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser, hiori yo, mikey sano, ran haitani, bachira meguru, kokonoi hajime, sanzu haruchiyo, (+your faves)

⸝⸝ He finally gives you what you want after being needy all day

⸝⸝ He doesn't realize how thick is cock is

⸝⸝ Playing with your pussy because he found out you have a hand fetish

➷toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, kunigami rensuke, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, draken ryuguji, taiju shiba, rindou haitani, hanma shuji, gojo satoru, rin itoshi (+your faves)

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[shidoglazer]

can i request smth for nagi !! maybe like he gets jealous which is rare for him cus he barely gets that way but when he does he fucks reader stupid🤗🤗🤗

18+ req nagi seishiro oneshot mdni jealousy dumbification

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nagi seishiro wasn’t a particularly jealous man. for starters, feeling negative emotions was a hassle to deal with, so he just learned to stay calm no matter what. second of all, there was nothing worth to be jealous about. he has the prettiest girlfriend that chose him, so if 1 + 1 =2, he was already the luckiest man alive. however, when he saw you getting a little too handsy with reo, there was a subtle burn in his chest that kept rising to his throat as he watched the interaction between you two. ..hm. feeling jealous was the hassle-iest emotion of them all.

when you two got home, he became a hell lot more clingy then he usually was. he’d randomly hug you and grope your breasts, or lift his thigh up to rub against your clit for a split moment before going back to just plainly clinging onto your body. gosh.. what was with this man?

“say you love me.” he’d mumbled into your shoulder, his arms having a death grip on you. you tilted your head the slightest bit to look at him, chuckling

“i love you, sei. whats up with you?”

“more than reo. right?” ah. so thats what it was about.

“obviously.” “i don’t believe you.” “what?????”

and to compensate his sadness, what better way then to let him release his frustration and jealousy into your pretty pussy ?? your back was against the mattress as two of your legs were resting on his broad shoulders. his girthy fingers held onto your hips as leverage as he was thrusting his fat cock into you with a pace he rarely every tortured you with. he knew he was big, not that he examined it himself, but he could tell from the way each time your face would contort into one of pleasure whenever he shoved it deep into you, and he used it to his full advantage.

each time he slid into you, a visible bulge was made, reaching up to your belly button, he himself was wondering how such a petite girl like you could take such a monster cock.

but you couldn’t! you felt like you were about to faint with every coming thrust, it felt like if heaven was created by satan, if you know what i mean. his grip on your hips were quite loose, giving you a chance to escape. you gripped onto the sheets, turning your body as you desperately tried to claw away, only to be met with him yanking you back by your ankles, forcing you to slam back onto his cock, earning a high-pitched moan from you.

“you said it yourself i could use you however i wanted. is something wrong?” he asked with that stupid blank expression on his face, as if nothing was wrong right now! he basically splitting you apart while ramming into you as fast as an f1 race car!

but how could you upset your pretty boyfriend even more? the most you could do was take it like the good girl he always claims you were. “n-no sei,, m sorry! hngh, ‘was dumb! m sorry,” your back arched away from the mattress as he hit that particular sweet spot, causing you to moan his name like a chant. you don’t know how he was keeping composure so calmly like it was nothing while you’re here whimpering and begging like an idiot.

“angel. look at me.” he said with a rather demanding tone as he gripped your jaw softly, turning your head towards him while you struggled your eyes open, your vision was blurred from the tears threatening to spill out, yet nagi didn’t do anything about it. “y-yeah baby?,” you muttered out in staggered moans.

“reo could never make you feel this good. okay? only me. juuus me.” you nodded frantically, causing your tears to spill down the sides of your head. it didn’t take any longer then a few minutes before both of you reached your high together. the long awaited orgasm washed over you as your tongue lolled out and eyes rolled back when you felt the warmth of his seed coating your stomach. he sighed, pulling out of you and falling onto the spot next to you onto the bed. “tnk’you angel. i love you.”

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[gakukitty]

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just thinking about itoshi sae and his badass gf; aka, you. the love of his life, and also the chaos in his life.

“saaaeeee,” you draw out, body half slumped on the couch. your arms dangle over the arm, legs sprawled across the entire length. you’re like a damn octopus sometimes, sae thinks as he glances over to you. “can you pleeeaase go to the store and get me some cigarettes? please..? i’ll even suck your dick if you do.”

“yeah, sure— uh.” sae cuts himself off at your last add-on. he turns his head fully, staring back at you blankly. “no need for that. i’ll get you your cigarettes.” he sighs, tilting his head in disapproval. sae doesnt particularly like this habit of yours; but he supposes he’ll entertain it for a while before he really cuts down on your little cigarette addiction.

because your boyfriend knows how you get when you’re irritated. like now, some woman pawing and clinging onto sae like an actual fucking leech. sae swears that he can feel the annoyance radiating off of you.

“get the fuck off my boyfriend.” you state, gaze hardening as you walk over to the two. the girl just gives you a glance, a pathetic little scoff leaving her glossed lips. she has waaayy too much lip filler, you think.

“i said; get. the fuck. off. my.. boyfriend.” you snap, hand reaching out to grab the thin sleeve of her dress. you tug her back roughly, sending her toppling onto the floor like a bowling pin. she just stares up at you, gaping in a way that a fish out of water would as she flounders to sit up.

“why, you—“

“i told you to get off of him.” you say simply, lifting a leg. your heel digs into her chest, your gaze focused on her through your lashes as you push her back down onto the floor. “my boyfriend, i mean.” you repeat, emphasising the word ‘boyfriend’ with a little kick.

on the way back home, sae’s already lighting your cigarette and perching it between your lips, his free hand lifting to pat your head gently. he knows better than to say anything stupid now; because he’s most definitely not safe from your wrath, either.

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

[mikemsmm]

hes so mean (i love it)

blunt bang sae official art!!

imagine seeing him fresh out of the shower, steam slipping under the crack of the door, a towel wrapped around his waist—just under his v-line.

you don’t usually see sae without a fuckton of hairspray and gel in his hair. you don’t get to admire his natural bangs often because he thinks they make him look childish but you love them!

and you love them even more right now; wet and slicked to his forehead. sae raises a brow and frowns slightly as he notices you staring, not entirely picking up on your sudden urge to strangle him to death and suffocate him with your affection. he runs a hand through the magenta strands of his hair, water slipping through the cracks of his fingers and down his neck and forearm.

upon seeing that his bangs are back up, you pout and reach over to mess them up so they’ll go back down. even against sae’s protests and threats, you persevere. sae knows you’re irritatingly persistent but that doesnt mean you’ll go unpunished for your behavior.

grabbing you by your forearm, he pulls your hand away while you whine about how “cute” he is with his bangs down. he’ll show you cute alright.

which is why you’re currently gripping onto his hair for dear life while his tongue works into your sopping cunt! he can’t deal with his bangs since his hands are too busy keeping your quivering thighs from closing up, so he’s expecting you to stay on top of that.

but when your fingers loosen slightly with the overstimulation and soon-arriving orgasm, he isn’t impressed.

“you like my hair, don’t you?” he scoffs, glancing up at your scrunched nose and trembling lower lip, from between your legs. “this shouldn’t be hard for you.”

“pl—please, please, please,” you manage to choke out.

he raised a brow. “i’m not a mind-reader.”

feeling the heat coil and pool in your stomach become unbearable, you attempt to squirm and fail with sae holding you in place.

“please let me cum!” you whine.

“you can’t even keep your hands in my hair, even though you wanted to mess with it so bad,” he says. “do you really think you deserve to cum?”

well it was worth a shot before sae pulls his mouth away from your fluttering cunt, stands up to unravel the towel around his waist, and pushes his throbbing cock into your hole. this time, he expects you to do better.

“don’t start crying now. was this not ‘cute’ enough for you?”

[c1nnamonxq]

“One more chance.” — Michael Kaiser x fem!reader.

Nsfw. Minors DNI!! Plot w smut idk(??)

You were fed up of Michael Kaiser. He was controlling , possesive and borderline obsessive. Yeah , he had his own charms—money , luxury , looks , fake sweet voice—but that was all.

You don't even remember how you got involved in his mess. You were at a club , drunk and absolutely wasted , and apparently , looking for a one-night stand candidate aswell. And oh dear , Michael was already eyeing you up and down like a prey the moment you entered the club in that flimsy excuse of a backless dress.

And the moment you got heavily intoxicated , he came infront of you , appealed you with his honey-like words , and the next day , you found yourself tangled up in his silken sheets.

But looking at your hickeys and the marks on his back , the night was definitely good. You were about to leave his penthouse , when he asked you to exchange numbers. Gods , did he really liked it so much that his next intention was to call you over and fuck you again?

And that's precisely how you got to know about him. Michael Kaiser. You weren't a fan of football , but everyone in the world knew about his name , and so did you , despite your lack of knowledge of the said sport.

At first , the hook-ups were nice. If he was frustrated or feeling pent-up , he'd call you over and put all of his anger into eating you out. If you were feeling stressed , he'd gladly fuck your brains out until the only thing that was on your mind and your mouth was his name. Guess that's one way to forget about what you were even stressing for!

Slowly , he started being weird. After a year of knowing each other , he started acting controlling towards you. Ofcourse , despite being fuck-buddies , you always asked him for his opinion in certain things. Like what dress you should wear , what lipstick you should apply , what hairstyle should you do to your hair and much more. He would give advices , but would leave a snarky remark as well. And that's not where his snarky remarks ended , it was way more than that.

›“What? Don't tell me you think that's gonna look good on you? You wish to get fucked by some other guy tonight or something?”

›“Would you stop talking to xxxx? It's pissing me off.”

›“You're not going to that event and that's it. You don't know about what kind of people will be there.”

His comments were absolutely not subtle. He was showing how he disliked the ideas of certain things , and he was putting up a show for that.

When things got worse , you called off the ‘little arrangement’ you both had. The look on his face was practically screaming ,“what the fuck did you just say?” It's not like you wanted to end it , it was his behaviour that made you come to this descision. It was supposed to be a quick , fun and temporary agreement , not some sort of relationship where he acted like he owned you.

Few months passed , and life had been so much better without Michael's crude comebacks. It felt like you had found peace. You devoted your time into shopping , relaxing , doing what you loved and yes , a few one-night stands here and there.

As for Michael , he was ruined. He wasn't able to focus on his practices , his mind was somewhere else , and whenever his teammates passed him the ball , he was always lost in thought , ultimately leading to him missing the pass. Why the hell did it feel so suffocating for him to let go of you? It was a stupid contract , one where no feelings were involved. But hell , he should've been more clear with his signs and feelings. Maybe the fact that his upbringing was so shit that he didn't know how to communicate , and now he lost the one who he loved.

Maybe that's how he found himself standing outside your door one particular rainy evening.

“Michael? What are you doing here?!” you mumbled lowly , not understanding why he , of all people , would be here.

“Can I come in? Please.” he spoke softly.

“THE Michael Kaiser saying please? Oh lord , what was about to unfold”—you thought to yourself.

You led him inside your apartment , and asked him to take a seat on the couch , while you sat beside him , maintaining a respectful distance.

“Well...?” you hinted at him to start speaking for whatever reason he was here.

“I won't waste your time , yn. I'll be straight to the point and say what I wanted to—”

"You're actually wasting my time , y'know? With those stupid babbles of yours.”

Silence.

Micheal sighed , he knew it was gonna be tough for him to talk it out , but he had to try , or else he'll be regretting the decision for the rest of his life.

“I'm sorry.” he began simply , trying to make everything clear as for why he was here.

“You're here to..what? Apologise?” You said cheekily , your voice tinged with a hint of disbelief.

“I'm sorry for the way I treated you yn. I shouldn't have been so..so controlling towards you. I'm realising it now , and I hope you—”

“Oh for fuck's sake. Shut the fuck up!? Controlling? You were on the verge of being obsessive! Making me go out with you , but not allowing me to go anywhere without your opinion. Seriously , were you afraid that I'll break free from your grasp?” you interrupted , your voice laced with surfacing anger.

“I know I messed up , yn. That's why I'm here to make—"

“Make what? Amends? Seriously , your comments were out of hand. You think I'm gonna forgive you? Just like that?” you questioned. You couldn't believe that he was here to apologise after what he'd done.

“You don't understand.” he whispered to himself , but you heard it.

“Are you trying to say I'm dumb?”

“I didn't mean that.”

"Then what do you mean? Why did you acted that way when—”

"Because I love you , damn it!” he snapped , finally.

“....”

“....”

Silence.

"...What did you just say?" you expressed hesitantly. Maybe you were going deaf , or maybe you just couldn't believe the words that he spoke just now..or maybe it was your imagination.

"I know you heard that , yn." he replied , making it clear that he's not in the mood for games.

You were going deaf , and maybe..blind too. Because the distance between you and Michael was shrinking , considerably. He scooted closer to you , and rested his hand against your cheek.

“Don't act like you didn't hear it.” he mumbled against your lips.

He was close. So close for your own liking.

“Stop with your stupid lies. You're probably manipulating me with your fakeass words just to make me stay and—”

You were about to finish your rambling when Michael leaned in closer and kissed you , his lips meeting yours in a gentle and tender kiss , a stark contrast to the kisses you two shared when you both were just hooking up for fun. It was different , unlike the rough and agressive kisses you had together , this was surprisingly gentle and passionate.

He pulled away from the kiss , his hand still resting softy against your cheek. “Let me show you how I can love you , yeah?”

“Micha , we shouldn't...” You trailed off , unsure if you wanted for him to continue or to leave you alone all confused.

“One more chance , Schatz.”

“M-micha..can't..no more—..” you moaned underneath michael as he continued to thrust into your now aching pussy. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom , making it even more lewd.

“Shh , engel. The way you're clenching around my dick says otherwise , ya’know?” he cooed at you softly , making you feel even more aroused by his heavenly voice. He picks up one of your legs by the thigh and throws it over at his shoulder , making his thrusts reach even deeper.

The new position made you whine loudly , while spouting some incoherent nonsense. Which , ofcourse , didn't matter to Michael as he continued to pound into your cunt , alternately switching between a rough pace and a slow one.

His other hand moving from your hips to your waist , holding your tightly as he continued to pound into you , making you gasp with each heavy force.

“Micha , ‘m so close..—” you sobbed , tear pricking at the corner of your eyes from how good it was.

The truth was that nobody—absolutely nobody—could even dream of fucking you better than Michael Kaiser. He knew everything about your body—your sensitive spots , pleasure spots , what makes you cum quickly , what pace you prefer , what position you love , what you're into , everything.

And that's what you hated and loved about him the most. Hate because you could never get a better fuck than him , which would make it so hard to move on from him , and love because he knew how to please you just right , without ever causing you any discomfort.

"Mhm..? Yeah? You close , princess?”

“Yes , fuck yes! I am..!”

“Then come for me , liebe.” he smirked , his breathy moans mixed with your gasps as you finally came , the tight coil in your lower stomach finally snapping.

“Fuck , missed the feeling of your pussy coming around my dick so badly , doll..” And the moment he felt your essence coating his own cock , he climaxed too , his warm and sticky cum coating your creamy walls white , making you dumb on his cock once again.

You were left breathless , trying to catch your own breath when he leaned down and kissed your forehead , making your breath catch in your throat.

“Ich liebe dich , Liebling.”

Damn you , Michael Kaiser.

»A/n : first fic here!! English is not my first language!!

[dollbrbie]

thinking about boyfriend!nagi who has a fixation on your tits.

sometimes it’s completely innocent, holding one for comfort when he’s cuddling you or using them as pillows when he lies down for nap as you play with his hair. he just thinks they’re so convenient and perfect for his sleepy self!

but nagi is a filthy filthy man. he loves the way the bounce when you ride him, making you slow down your pace to he can attach his tongue against your sensitive bud, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your waist as he sucks on your tits, looking like he’s completely at peace.

he also loves playing with them during foreplay, rolling your buds between his fingers before cheekily smiling at you as he pops a titty in his mouth, leaving love bites all over.

when he’s on top of you, he always needs one hand on your tit as he thrusts into you, your velvet walls fluttering around his cock causing a whiny groan to fall from his lips. he just loves the way they feel in the palm of his hand, so soft and squishy.

and when he’s about to finish, he’ll pull out of your overstimulated pussy, his cock covered in your slick before pumping his shaft a couple times, spilling himself all over your tits like he’s painting a pretty picture. for some reason, he just adores the way you look absolutely fucked out with your tits covered in his cum.

he’s also definitely taken a picture of you like this when you both were feeling extra freaky one night, keeping it in his wallet or under his pillow, looking at it whenever he misses you and your tits :(

“what’s with your obsession with my tits?”, you ask with a laugh, nagi cuddled up behind you after fucking your dumb, his hand cupping your tit as he fights back sleep.

“mm… dunno, just love em..”, he replies with a sleepy tone.

you know you’ll never get a specific answer from you lazy boyfriend, but this is good enough for you. especially with that adorable look on his face like he’s on cloud nine.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[baroupurin]

━╋ cw : slight ooc barou , smut / fluff towards the end , fem!reader , size difference , body worship (f), breeding kink , cursing , blowjob mention , oral (m) receiving ..

barou shouei. the man put cleanliness above all else; it was practically etched in stone. that man lived, breathed, and demanded cleanliness and order. you wouldn’t dare catch the king without his bottle of sanitizer or his pack of lemon-scented quickle wipes stashed away somewhere in his bag, nor would it ever be unlikely that you’d catch anything out of place. it was a necessity to have order. to make sure everything was pristine. everything had its place. everything had to be pristine. it was almost a well-known fact that barou was a clean freak.

almost.

everyone has their imperfections. their exceptions. their biases. whether they admit it or not is irrelevant. barou shouei wouldn’t admit it if it killed him.

but there was something about you that just simply unraveled him. something that brought out the absolute worst in him.

there was something about the way your eyes physically flutter back every time he thrusts deep into your tight, soaking walls. the way your shaky fingers grip the once ironed sheets of his king-sized bed, the way you were littered with more bites and bruises than barou could keep track of. the way your hole seeped and wept full of his seed that it spills out when he pulls out of you; spilling down and onto his sheets— filthy. how he can’t help but shove and curl his thick fingers inside just to watch your flushed body flinch, to make you clench around his fingers like the greedy whore that you are. to keep your womb stuffed full of his seed.

it’s definitely something about the way rather heavy wooden frame scraping off its original position and slams into the wall with every merciless thrust that secretly strokes his ego. your nails raking down his sculpted back— the curvature of each muscle present while he grunts out your name in pure bliss in the crook of your neck, caging your much smaller body beneath his. there’s nothing else he relishes in more than the sight of your pretty tits bouncing with every brutal slam of his hips connecting back into you. the room already thick with heat, the heady, sinful noises of his heavy balls slapping against the sticky curve of your ass. barou’s never-ending stamina reducing you down to nothing but a babbling mess, struggling to keep up with the king, but you tried.

and fuck, he thought you never looked so good trying.

your glossy, swollen lips staining his already wet cock— his thick, heavy length hitting the back of your throat as you gag, fingers digging into his muscular thighs. the ring of cum around his thick base he can’t be bothered to clean up dribbling down your fingers to your forearms, making up for areas you can’t seem to reach. but you’re still so willing to please him. trying to take it all just for him. barou knows it’s wrong— it’s against everything he’s ever stood for— but watching the thick ropes of cum spill all over your flustered, fucked-out face made the traveling veins from his neck to his forehead throb with need. the way the thick spurts painted your flushed face so prettily, your lashes all wet with tears and lips slick with spit. it left him throbbing with need for more.

that’s why he’s got you bent over the dining table now, the food you had prepared long forgotten and cold as your boyfriend pounds into you relentlessly from behind to take out his frustrations from an earlier game that didn’t play out the way he had in mind.

“yeah, there we go, baby. look at you, huh?” he grits out, voice slightly hoarse and low. “so fuckin’ tight for me.”

barou fucks you with reckless abandon, his jaw clenched tight with restraint. his veiny hands hold onto your soft tummy, pudge or not, his cock is bound to leave an impressionable outline, this man is huge. he presses firm against the slight bulge, making you moan out loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors could’ve heard. he groans at the delicious sight of you taking him so well. even if he had trouble shoving inch after inch into your throbbing walls at first.

the smell of sex, sweat and his musk tinged with his cologne ‘creed’ lingers in the air, making you clench around his cock even tighter than before, earning another low moan from him.

he keeps one hand palmed over your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him through the mirror, his hulking frame overshadowing yours while he grips onto the fat of your hips with the other.

“see that? huh?” he pants out, hair sticking to his forehead as he leans forward, his broad chest pressing up against the sticky skin of your back, “gonna knock you up real good, baby. fill you up real nice and deep. that what you want?”

barou groans out in pure bliss, completely fucked out as he pounds into you from behind. he looks down at you, your pretty little body trembling in his grasp. he tries to be gentle with you. he really does. but you’re just so pretty like this.

“sho, please.. ple—ase, please, please, gonna—“

you’re nothing but a mess of chants and moans of barou’s name, drool dribbling down your chin as you feel your body grow weaker and give away with each thrust. he slides his hand down, palm sliding over your stomach and pressing his digits into the plush of your lower belly,

“look at you— fuckin’ gorgeous.” he mutters, almost to himself. “gonna fuck a baby into you by the time i’m finished. fill this cute little belly up.” he gives the flesh a gentle squeeze, ready to blow his load right then and there the way that it dips beneath his rough fingers, jiggling with every slam of his hips. he leans down to press open-mouthed, wet kisses along your shoulder as your orgasm crashes over you. you seize around him, twitching in his grip as the pinpricks of white gather in your vision, your heavy head bobs forward but barou’s quick to react. he guides it back against his shoulder so you don’t collapse face first into the table.

he slides his hand down to your clit, rubbing and stroking slowly circles against your sensitive bud as you ride out your climax, your overstimulated body thrashing in his firm hold.

“fuuuck, baby— just like that.” he grunts, rolling his hips into you before pulling them back and pistonning back into you, your body jolting forward as you let out a sharp yelp, barou slams himself in once, twice, then again— before he’s gone, completely lost in ecstasy as your sloppy cunt milks him dry. he spills himself inside of you with a hoarse growl, burying himself to the hilt.

your legs threaten to give out at any second, muscles tender and limp, but your boyfriend is quick to hold you against him with little effort. wrapping a thick forearm around your waist as he eases his softening cock out of your hole. the both of you groan— yours a broken whimper, his low and strained, the way his cum spills down from your spent cunt to your shaky inner thighs.

“shit…” he breathes out, again, more to himself than anything, staring down at the filthy mess he’s made of you. your slick smeared all over your stomach, the drooling, dumb expression over your fucked out face, globs of his cum trailing down your swollen folds and dripping onto the floor. he sharply inhales his next breath, his cock already twitching again from the sinful sight.

“c’mere, princess,” he murmurs, voice low and coarse as he gently coaxes you back gently into his arms. you’re pliant and wrecked, face still flushed, eyes barely half-open as you slump into his heaving chest. he reaches down and hooks one hand beneath your trembling thighs, scooping you up effortlessly like you weigh nothing. “let’s clean you up, yeah?”

barou carries you into the bathroom without another word, not even bothered by the trail he leaves behind. you’re his. his to hold. his responsibility to care and love for.

he sets you down at the edge of the tub, brushing your hair back from your face with fingers far gentler and softer than anyone would ever expect from the king. you blink up at him, dazed, offering a small bashful smile that makes something tight twist in adoration in his chest.

he reaches for a warm towel, already soaked and wrung out, and begins wiping you down with caution and care. he’s surprisingly meticulous, careful not to press too hard where you’re too sore, and pausing every so often to kiss at a bruise, a love bite, a spot of tender skin he’d grabbed too hard in the heat of the moment, mumbling a quick apology or praise for each mark he comes across. barou lingers over parts of your body you’ve always struggled to admire, rubbing slow circles as if trying to memorize the way fits perfectly within his touch, in a daze at almost how perfectly you fit in his undeserving hands. his touch slow and mesmerizing— practically worshipping your body with every touch, trying to learn every square inch of skin by heart. you’ve never felt so beautiful.

“you still with me?” he mutters, kneeling down in front of you, his big hands spreading across your thighs to keep you steady. barou glances up, catching the small nod you manage to give him— his shoulders relaxing.

you hum quietly as your hand reaches up to thread into his messy hair. his loving gaze snaps up to yours, molten with something unspoken. something loving and soft.

“you feel good?” he asks, quieter this time, his voice soft as his touches.

you nod again, voice still shaky but sure, “yeah. better now.”

barou slides his hands up to cup your jaw, stroking your cheekbones before he presses a fleeting kiss on your forehead.

“good,” he murmurs. “i love you.”

and he says it like a promise. a vow he makes to you. like it’s etched into his very bones and soul. barou’s a man of his word after all. even if he has his weaknesses, it doesn’t matter too much if it’s you.

ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : hai guys .. looks away .. i am so sorry i disappeared pls forgive .. (╥﹏╥) classes n work have been kicking my ass sobs i have so many fic ideas i think it’s starting to drive me INSANE but i miss you guys smsmsm :( here is a real quick drabble because barou breeding kink is just sosooooo .. breeding kink n barou go hand in hand idk guys n he would literally worship the ground you walk on THAT IS A FACT !! i’m ovulating okay . i’m sorry for any mistakes in advance pls forgive i will try to look over tomorrow if anything !! i love you guys sm !! <3

[itoshhi]

𝜗𝜚 michael kaiser | brother’s rival

❕smut mdni, bf!kaiser + bro!isagi, hard sex.

life is sometimes hard when you're stuck between two men. especially when one of them is your only brother isagi who has been by your side and supporting you since you were little, and the other is your lover, michael kaiser, the love of your life and also your brother's arch rival.

oh yeah, it had been a long time since you started dating kaiser, but he and your brother isagi still couldn't get along. god... your brother isagi's first reaction when he found out about your relationship... as if it wasn't enough to drive you crazy when you remembered the early days, they're still like kids even now. to be honest, kaiser didn't care about your brother at first, but as time went by, your brother's rivalry got to him and now they were like enemies. on the field, at home, by your side... fucking rivals.

your brother isagi had come to where you and michael were living because he was going to attend a few events this semester, and of course you had invited him. he had been staying at your house, in the guest room, for about 4 days. and i swear you are so confused how they haven't strangled each other in 4 days, i don't think you should even leave the house for the market...

but anyway, let's leave these dilemmas aside. after all, the person who is making you cry under him right now is none other than your one and only boyfriend michael kaiser, right?

"mphh- mich- ah!" he growls softly as you try to moan his name and he settles in deeper. he opens your legs and goes faster and harder. he is always a man full of love, affection and attention towards you. he is the same in bed but he puts your pleasure first. "damn it..."

he watches your body bounce slightly with each of his thrusts. you can't even moan his name as his big hands tighten on your thighs. "you're so loud, schatz."

"you don't want your one and only brother to hear how i fucks you, do you?" damn liar, michael kaiser. he wanted it so bad, wanted to tell his rival how hard he fucked his sister... "is it too much?" he said as he leaned forward and brushed back the hair that was stuck to your forehead with his tattooed hand. "can't you handle me, hase?"

damn he's so, so, so egotistical. so sarcastic. he knows how to fuck you and he won't hesitate to prove it while telling you. his thrusts deepened with each passing second, his gaze falling on your tight pussy, where he couldn't believe how much you could take his cock. he sent his piercing gaze to where you were connected and almost bared his teeth, revealing that damn grin of his. "you feel so good, huh?"

he continued his hard thrusts into your sensitive spot as he leaned in a little more and planted a soft kiss on your temple —such a sweet gesture, despite the fact that he was fucking you. he straightened up and said, “c’mon hase, gimme your voice.” “m-micha! mmh! please, i-im gonna cum!”

“gonna cum?” he growled with that deep voice in his throat and almost laughed. “c’mon then, show your schatz what you can do best.”

if isagi knew that his own enemy was fucking his sister so hard and merciless, he would definitely go crazy. oh- wait a minute…

➤ mein schatz’s brother

YOU SON OF A BITCH

typing…

© itoshhi 2025 {do not copy, translate, steal, modify without permission.}

[anglbunny]

ᝰ.ᐟStreet racer!Rin

I remade my ugly ass street racer rin drawing. Anyways here's the revamped version 😛😛

(Does anyone see his tongue piercing 💔)

It still looking fucking ahh 💔💔 but it's better than before so whatever. I'm relearning how to draw so bear with me

I hate colour theory. Me and my homies hate colour theory

Made by me. Idm if you use, js credit me

[shidoglazer]

hi hiii!! Rin and overstimulation??..

18+ rin itoshi oneshot mdni overstimulation

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* no plot just smut

“r-rin.. please, too slowww…” you squirmed under his body frame that was towering over yours as he tortured you with an excruciatingly slow pace. deep thrusts with his tip hitting your cervix, his length rubbing against your g-spot, everything about it was making you whimper like a puppy in heat. he’s been leaving you both on the edge for hours, so why is it that you’re the only one that’s being a needy idiot?! he seems completely unbothered!

rin cocked an eyebrow at your pleas, grabbing your ankles and pulling you closer to him, your clit hitting his pelvis as your back arched, feeling him go impossibly deeper into you.

“huh? watch your mouth. stop complaining and tell me what you want.” he stopped moving his hips but he was still buried deep into you as he awaited your response. he looked directly into your eyes, basically staring daggers into them as he got impatient. you on the other hand, was struggling to keep eye contact with him. your lips parted to form a response, stuttering a bit.

“i- rin, wanna cum, wan you to go faster, please..” your hands trailed up to grip onto one of his hands as if you were pleading for him. his glare was still unwavering, letting out a low hum as his free hand trailed to your abdomen, pressing on it gently. “that’s all you want? 100%?” and you nodded your head frantically, he was more than glad to comply and make his girl happy. just not in the way you thought how.

the only requests you asked of him was to go faster and let you cum, sure, of course; they were easy enough .. rin gripped both sides of your hips and moved his hips backwards, then slamming the whole thing back into you with speed and force, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as your mouth spread wide to let out an ear-raping moan.

then, his grip tightened on your hips before starting to speed up suddenly, no buildup or warning whatsoever. he let out a low groan from the back of his throat as he examined your fucked out face, the way your body was completely limp and moving backwards each time he thrusted into you, your arms on either sides of your head against the mattress that tried to grip onto nothing as leverage— god, you were so stupid and he loved it.

you didn’t need to say it outloud for rin to realise you were about to cum, the way your legs wrapped around his torso to pull him closer as your pussy clenched around his cock tightly, the way you were basically shaking under him, and he was more than happy to let his sweet girl cum.

as your orgasm washed over you, you expected rin to slow down like he usually does— but no, he continued jackhammering into your sweet pussy harshly, causing you to grip onto the sheets and desperately try to escape from the overstimulating sensations, your legs kicking in the air as you tried to push him off, only to be met with him slamming you back down onto his cock by your hips.

“rin! riiiinnnnn! jus came! wait wait wait wait, please! rrinnn,, hnnnghh, sensitive, baby, ppplease, ii ccaaaaant, hwaaa, ii,, aahh,” your sentences became more and more slurry the longer he fucked into your overstimulated hole. rin gripped your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him.

“you wanted to cum, i let you cum, you wanted me to go faster, i went faster. see how i was so behaved? so now behave for me to return the favour.” he placed a firm pat on your cheek as if to mimic a slap before going back to holding onto your hips and fucking into you like a wild animal until finally, he came and shot a bucket load of his seed onto your walls. he threw his head back and let out a looooong sigh before coming down from his high and pulling out of you, immediately looking at your already limp body paired with your fucked out face sprawled onto the bed.

he didn’t hesitate to pick you up into his arms and press gentle kisses onto your lips, rubbing your back soothingly.

“sorry, princess. too rough? i’ll make it up to you later. cmon, hold onto me. i’ll give you a bath.”

“…ice cream.. rin,”

“okay. i’ll get ice cream for you, baby.”

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[t-r99]

Aiku is either the type of guy who says itadakimasu before going down on you, or he's one of the "I don't give head" bitches but expects to get blowjobs.

(and he will get blowjobs because he deserves all the love)

Meanwhile, Shidou is the type who talks to your "nether regions" like it's a person and if you ask him what the fuck he's doing he'll just smirk at it and say, "I missed you, baby."

(fem reader: his tongue is as deep inside you as physically possible || male reader: your dick has a new home and that is Shidou's throat)

bitches

shidou's hair when down is a lot shorter than i expected

[k-aemi]

do u write for karasu? :3 i want to get stuck/trapped in an elevator w him... so that gives him enough time to have his way w me...

karasu tobito˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how lucky i am.

smut, non, public sex, use of the word slut, corruption

karasu is always observing. his surroundings, the people, and most definitely you. seriously how did you not know he was eye fucking you? you just wanted him to directly touch you didnt you? such a slutty girl you are.

the way your innocent little self wouldnt notice the way other men stared at your perfect body, which karasu thinks it is. your fat ass and curves makes him hard and hes not ashamed to think of you in such a way, because obviously its your fault and youre probably doing this on purpose to tease him, just not initiating.

karasu was always by your side, such a gentleman he is! hes always carrying your bags when your hands were full, would come to pick you up if you didnt have a ride, and if you didnt have money? dont worry hell pay for you every time you want to go shopping. anything for his little slut, he wishes to use you as like a fleshlight that can manhandle you.

"tobi!" you ran up to him with your cute little mini skirt, bouncing every time you did a pep in your step as you waved your hands, wit the clanking of your heels. karasu eyes the way your ass was in full view, you seriously went out like that? his tall figures leans back with his hands in his pocket, resisting the urge to take his cock out and fuck you right now.

you catch up with your breath before recovering, "sorry i called you to do my grocery shopping on such short notice...i didnt want to be alone." followed by a giggle. he only smirks while ruffling your hair. "its fine, id be happy to accompany you anywhere."

he finds it cute whenever youd reach for something high you struggled while you tiptoed and made little grunts. it stirs something inside of him because he gets full view of your thongs that shaped your ass so perfectly. the stockings complimented your legs well and now its obvious youre doing it on purpose. but you werent! you just thought it looked cute on you...

"tobi! can you get that for me?" holding onto the shelf when you tried to reach for the oil. but karasus eyes seemed to linger else where and you couldnt tell where, but he looked like he was lost in thought. "tobi!" he blinks staring at your eyes now before chuckling.

"yes yes im coming."

finishing the grocery shopping, he carries more bags than you while you carried on two. you appreciate karasu so much for helping you all the time, you dont know how to repay him! but if you were to ever ask him he does have some ideas. very good ideas.

heading into the building where your home lies on, the fifth floor. taking the elevator would be much more convenient than the stairs, your legs and hands would tire out before you even get to the fifth floor!

you and karasu have friendly chatter while you both enter the elevator. it was just you two and the little music that played in the background. your giggling comes to a halt when a loud thud occurs and it felt as if the elevator has stopped.

"huh?" you looked around in confusion, was this your stop or did the elevator just completely broke...it was until the lights started to flicker and became very dim.

"ah shit. think were stuck." karasu clicked his tongue in annoyance rubbing the back of his neck. you pout before settling the bags down and sat on the floor.

"ahh seriously? this just had to happen when i ask you!" karasu chuckles before gazing down at your legs, he had a clear view of your panties and holy shit it made him hard. he wants to fuck you right now...well he potentially could, you want it too dont you?

you sigh laying your head in your palm, not even aware of the sexually driven karasu in front of you. you just wanted to go home and make dinner for you and karasu!

karasu squats down to your level before setting down the bags. he observes your frustrated figure with his hand rubbing his chin. was your body language just naturally slutty or were you just asking for his attention? he really cant wrap his finger around on it.

well if you were, the best thing he can do is give you what you want right? he can only smirk to himself, plus the elevator seemed like the perfect place, it builds excitement knowing theyre in a place that isnt suitable for sex.

once hes made up his mind, hes on it. he has this sickening smile to him and you dont even notice it due to your distress. but its soon to be interrupted by karasu gripping your ankles dragging you towards him.

"a-ah! tobi..?!" youre left surprised when he suddenly pulled you till your back lied on the floor. you panic when hes pulling your panties down and you take hold of his wrist. "tobi what are you doing!?" he only scoffs, slapping your hand away.

"i know you want this. cmon dont deny me now because youre shy." he smirked, grabbing hold of both of your wrists above your head, hes bigger than you, so handling you is like a piece of cake. want this? what is he talking about?! the thought never even occurred to you!

he rips your panties into two, met with your pretty pink pussy. he eyes your bud that speaks out to him, he cant help but tease it with his thumb and your body shuttered. "s-stop...feels weird!" you squirm under him and that only fuel his excitement. he knows you want this but youre just pretending you dont.

"stop pretending whore, i know the way youve been trying to get my attention." he presses onto your clit with pressure and a moan emit from your mouth. he binds your wrists tighter and it hurts but you cant do nothing about it. "n-no tobi... i really dont wanna!"

he feels more excited how youre "pretending" to not like this, hes always fantasized of using you forcefully. he wants to force himself in your small virgin hole, he thinks thats so hot.

"yeah right. just let me show you a whole new world." he rubs his bulge on your bare pussy, letting out low groans and you only shut your eye in discomfort. it felt so gross you dont even wanna look.

it gradually grows bigger and you can feel it. his length is prodding at his pants to get out of the restraints. karasu lets out breathy moans feeling your slick create a wet pat on the tip of his tent.

he pulls down his pants with eager, cock erect, a mean red tip with curved slightly upwards. he was always so proud of his size, so knowing your first would be him excites him. he can see your hymen still intact and hell break through it with force.

"g'na stretch you goood." he says with his voice low, nudging his tip at your entrance. you whine, trying to break out of the restraints that bind you together.

you just cant help but cry aloud only to be silence with his free hand. he forced all of himself in you with just one push and it burns. you can feel it in your stomach and the visible bulge says so.

"tobi! hurts!" you were struggling to even form a single coherent thought, he was stretching you out big to where big globs tears drip down your cheeks.

"yeah? does it now?" he thrusts into you, slowly taking it out admiring the way your cunt tried to sucked him back in. your body jolts from the pain with a helpless moan that rolled off your tongue. "bet you love this." he props your legs up, setting you into a mating press before starting his brutal pace on you.

the erratic pace he sets on you and the cries you let out makes it so much more exciting for him. its like youre a natural even for your first time. this "roleplay" was something he wanted to do to you for so long and you did it just f'him<3

pumping in and out of your pretty pussy, he feels you tighten up already. he chuckles, smirking at your dumb fucked out face. "already? ya g'na have to hold out a little more f'me okay?" beads of sweat trickle down his forehead as he can feel your pussy clenching him tight. you dont even know what he said, your brains all mushy from his cock.

"fuuck. cant even pull out." his pace turns sloppy and he groans, nearing his release. kissing the tears that spilled to "comfort" you but he just enjoyed seeing you so vulnerable. "your pussy wanna be filled, dont she?" he rushes to finish, feeling his balls tighten up.

with one final thrust, he empties himself in you, he thinks you have the perfect ahegao face, it was so errotic and he pulls out. leaving a pool of cum beneath you and he whistles from the sight upon him. snapping a quick picture at ya.

uwaa i finally fnished!!!! i actually edit on my free time so i try to balance between writing and editing ahh...hope this was good enough to satisfy you guys :D next is saeee then i will work on more of the requestsss

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