#TW.masturbation

[yandere-writer-momo]

I take my yandere possessed vibrator idea back... yandere possessed dildo because imagining that fly at you when you try leaving the house for any reason is very amusing to me

It’s be even funnier if it was one of those thrusting ones 😭😭 IMAGINE TRYING TO SLEEP AND ITS THRUSTING INTO YOUR CHEEK

Imagine a ghost/ demon that’s obsessed with you but they cannot touch you, so they possess your sex toys.

You often find your vibrators and dildos thrusting and vibrating just a bit stronger than before. You’ve never had toe curling orgasms with them before but now it’s a common occurrence. Hell, even sitting on your washing machine gets the job done.

And you just can’t figure out why every inanimate object you’ve had a sexual encounter with is ten times stronger… until you try to go on a date and your dildo slaps you in the head.

Were you being haunted? Were you being haunted by a nymphomaniac?

[togesbunny]

tomura shigaraki x reader

warnings: incest/stepcest, masturbation, incel!shigaraki bc yes, breeding kink??

A/N: yes i am back 🙈🙈

Tomura always believed that you, his pathetic little sister, were a slut. The way you pranced around your shared home in just panties and a tank top like some common whore was disgusting. You were doing it to distract him, to give you his attention. God, you were a fucking freak.

Maybe he should punish you and put you in your place, right between his legs sucking his cock. You’d probably love it, like the sick, depraved whore he knew you were. He knows that you’re doing it for his attention. He’s listened to your sweet, high pitched moans and the pathetic little vibrator you press against your clit. You don’t try to conceal the noises you make as if you want him to listen.

Is this your way of inviting him? Wanting him to come in to your room and fuck your tight, needy pussy? He’ll do it, fuck, in a heartbeat.

It was your fault he spent most of the night, fisting his cock with your pink cotton panties pressed against his nose, thinking of how pretty your pussy would look if he just filled it up with his cum. How prettily you’d beg for his cock. It frustrated him that he had to get himself off when you should be the one helping him do it. After all, he was the victim, not you.

[mulberrysilk]

iwa-chan discovering his crush is a cam girl gets chosen randomly to control her for a session, he chooses a machine and controls her as he watch and stroke himself on her squirming form from his monitor

Dirty Litte Secret

Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader

tw:.camgirl +.soloplay + masturbation + use of adult toys

Characters are aged up.

words: 1.5k

a/n :Oof , I just 🥺😭 yes. This was hot omggg and I sorta got carried away and even made those fake texts thingies for extra spice

Everyone had a little dirty secret.

And this one was his.

One bored night with the need of release, he found himself on one of those websites, specifically the one were pretty girls communicated with their audience and touched themselves in front of them. It took him awhile to find one he liked, quite a while he thought his hard on was going to disappear but when he came across a specific one, where the voice was one that was so familiar, his breath hitched.

There was no way, he told himself. There was no way that same sweet soft spoken voice that he loved to hear on the daily could belong to the girl on the screen. The girl whose back was facing the camera, naked with only the cutest pair of thigh high stockings  with ribbons on the hem and hips sensually rolling on a dildo.

“Fuck...” Iwaizumi muttered, sitting up on his chair and leaning forward to have a better look at the cam girl that finally caught his eye. His eyes were wide and his pupils were blown with lust, his eyes drinking in the very much naked body of his crush.

He scoffed a little. Was this how you could afford to treat your friends to cafes? Was this how you could afford that pretty little satchel bag from Dior or pay for you tuition fees? Or were they gifts from the one thousand viewers or more who were also watching you ride a girthy pink dildo?

And when his trial minutes had expired, he immediately bought a subscription to your channel.

“Mhm...” you hummed with delight, your eyes glancing at your phone screen that lit up with the notification of a new subscriber. And when you threw your hair over one shoulder to give the camera up it side profile, Iwaizumi squeezed his cock, gliding up and down slowly to the same space your hips bounced on the dildo. “Thank you for the subscription.”

You leaned forward a little more, arching your back to give the audience a better view of your pussy split around the girth of the the lucky toy that disappeared in and out of your pussy, your slick coating the silicone.

And that was the beginning of his addiction to you whenever he sought for release. His go to pornogrpahic visuals to cum to.

Iwaizumi tipped you the most, even sent you gifts under his pen name. And when he saw you wearing the new lingerie set he bought for you in one of your streams and thanking him for the pretty fit that he knew you would like, he would already be palming himself in his sweats.

He wondered if his friends knew you did this on the side.

Their precious highschool friend now in college doing something so obscene and very much out of character from the sweet, spunky girl they knew, but to Iwaizumi this was a gem, a service that he never knew he needed.  

And today was one of his luckiest days, he had won the little competition to be able to choose the next toy you’d play with.

“So, he sent over the toy yesterday and I have to say, he surprised me,” you giggled, wearing the outfit he requested. An outfit that was similar to your highschool’s old uniform, but skimpier.

Your eyes looked directly at the camera as you smiled. It was as if you were really looking at him and only him, even when he was all the way in California.

“You’re real sneaky and smart to choose a toy that you can control from where you are. I’m excited and I promise to be a good girl,” you winked before giving a little strip tease, the comments going wild as you removed each piece of fabric til you were left in nothing but the short skirt and white thighs highs.

Iwaizumi groaned when you settled yourself on all fours, your little beige plaid skirt rising up to reveal your bare  ass, your cunt dripping with your slick having prepared and relaxed your body enough for him to play with. He knew this wasn’t the right way to fulfil the fantasies he had of you. You were just supposed to be a high school crush. Not an obsession or a thought when he daydreamed of having a relationship. Maybe he should’ve said something back then. Would he’d have a chance then?

Slowly, you pushed your hips back, biting your lip as the dildo connected to the machine split your lower lips  apart and slipped inside your walls, filling you up just as good as a real cock would...expect it lacked that human warmth. Nonetheless, it was good.

Iwaizumi gripped his cock in one hand and the other held the remote that would control the machine on his end, he imagined it was him that you were sinking your pretty pink cunt on.

A little surprised yelp slipped past your lips when he pressed the button to start it up, the machine coming to life and beginning to slowly thrust in and out of you. You whined at the feeling, thanking your follower silently at his gift and idea. It almost felt like the real deal. It made you try to remember the last time you have had hooked up with anyone, and with the cam girl persona you took up when you started college to pay for the bills, you really didn’t look for a hook up.

Iwaizumi on the other end, eyes on your glistening core, dialled the machine a little higher, the speed increasing causing a beautiful moan to vibrate through your vocal cords.

It was slightly embarrassing to be dripping this wet but you knew your viewers found your arousal enticing, and with  the specific follower who has been spoiling you lately who somehow knew all the things you like but was very respectful, you didn’t want to disappoint. And you couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity with their letters and gifts. 

Was it Makki? Mattsun? Oikawa? They were bound to catch on cause if one found out, they’d tell the other.Before the name of the next friend could cross your mind, the cock inside you sped up. Your plush walls were squeezing around its girth and the bulbous tip easily rammed into your sweet spot, your cunt creaming all over the toy.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your head pressed into the pillow, your rear up for your paying audience to see.

Iwaizumi groaned. The sight of the white creamy ring at the base of the toy made him all sort of jealous. That should be his cock instead. It should be him pounding into you til your nothing but a babbling mess. He had half the mind to book a ticket this very weekend to just see you and spill. Confess that he’s been in love with you, tell you it’s been him sending you gifts and in a way, supporting you financially.

But the reality was he was here in California and you were over there.

Little did Iwaizumi know, whenever you’d touch yourself or stuff your cunt with either your fingers or a toy, you would think it was him. That it was him filling you up, thrusting in and out of your sloppy pussy. That it was him making you feel good.

“G-gonna cum,” you repeated in hushed,broken moans and Iwaizumi grunted, speeding up his strokes on his painfully hard cock, pressure building up in the base of his spine.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. He really wished it was him instead of the machine. Hell, he would fuck you on cam if you asked him too. He’d show the fucking world how you should be fucked right and how needy you’d be for his cock. 

And when you finally came, legs trembling and moans turning into whiny, he made sure to slow down the machine, the cock sliding in and out of you slowly to ride out your orgasm as his own release spilled over his own hand fingers. He wished it was on you instead, wished your skin was painted white with his cum and even better if it was inside of you. What he’d give to have his load leak out your abused cunny.

Coming down from your high, your eyes glazed over the screen, tips and more tips being donated by the second as you caught your breath, lying down on the bed legs folded over each other in your skimpy little rendition of your old school uniform.

Iwaizumi wished he was there to care for you, help you feel better after the toll of your activities and hold you in his arms.

“Thank you for all your sweet tips everyone,” you smiled gently at the camera, Iwaizumi knowing how that smile would tug at the hearts of men and hook them you, like you do him. You answered a few questions before thanking the audience again and shooting them a wink before logging off.

Iwaizumi glanced at his phone, a message in yours and his friends groupchat.

*this is my first time doing these chat thingies AFSGAHS I hope it works lmao*

[whoreshijima]

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x F!reader

WC: 2.9k

CW// enemies to lovers ig, fem reader, male and female masturbation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, cum eating, manhandling, frat boy atsumu, college AU

Thank you @m-mortimer for semi beta reading and supporting me!!

It was always your luck, bad luck. Wherever you were, he was two steps behind. Constantly around you, his voice floating into your ears, annoying and cocky. Ever since you started class with him three months ago; you knew you didn’t like him. He walked in late, too late to be acceptable, with a strut and a smirk gracing his face, his bag slung over his left shoulder. Which in your mind was ridiculous, it would mess up his incredibly good posture and frame, why would you mess with that? Blonde hair that desperately needed toning flashed past as he found his seat behind you, cologne too strong and the music that played in his ears too loud. You didn’t like him. But he was always there.

“You’re sharing a room with Atsumu, they overbooked us, so it looks like you guys will have to share”

The look on your face should have been a give away that you didn’t like this idea. Not one bit, but your teacher had walked away before you could protest, or even beg to not be confined within the same four walls as Atsumu Miya. This college trip was supposed to be calm, relaxing where you do a few museum tours, sleep in a big bed to yourself and indulge in a bubble bath or two. Apparently not.

A bicep brushes your ear, overly strong cologne gracing your personal space, a laugh sings past your other ear, and suddenly you’re surrounded by him.

“Guess we’re roomies, hah?” You could sense the grin on his face before you even turn to look at him, smug bastard, always grinning or smirking or chewing those perfect lip-

“You better not try anything funny, Miya” you grumble as you slide out of his grip, the warmth that was draped over you sliding away.

“Now, why would I do that?”

“Because it’s you, you’re always scheming something”

“Nah, not tonight, I just want a nice shower and an early night”

Suspicious, Atsumu is known as the party animal. Shooting shots off girls' bodies and equally offering people to body shot off his abs (The self proclaimed ‘king of body shots��, either choosing the prettiest girl in the crowd to trail his tongue down, or spreading himself out to be dripped and drooled over). Always posting selfies of him at another party, night after night (documenting his numerous trips to the ER after a drunken stumble or a ‘friendly fight’, lip split and bruised knuckles flashing in front of the camera). You wonder how the bright lights and alcohol doesn’t constantly give him a headache, maybe they did, maybe that’s why he’s so addictively annoying. You should unfollow him, you make a mental note to do that once you get settled, large bed to yourself, clean and cosy as you sleep.

The evening goes quickly; food with friends and exploring the city until the late hours of the night, staring at the lights and buzzing environment around you. You were practically vibrating with happiness until you remembered your rooming situation. Refusing to let it spoil the happy feeling inside you, you decide to quickly change. There was steam rolling out from under the heavy doors, Atsumu was probably showering, giving you the perfect opportunity to change and slide into the sheets, basking in the soft cotton and fresh smelling pillows. Musky steam flows over your head as the bathroom door opens, (revealing him, and nothing but him,) simply draped in a towel around his hips. You don’t let your gaze linger too long but just enough to take in the soft hair (a dark brown, massive contrast to the yellow on his head) travelling down his lower stomach, disappearing under the damp fabric. It’s a long enough look to watch how the light bounces off his tanned, wet skin (eyes daring to follow the droplets making their sinful way down his chest and stomach). He didn’t think to dry off before he left the bathroom?

Peeking out of the top of the sheets, you watch how his shoulders flex and bulge with his every movement, the late night hours making your brain think about things you told yourself you’d never think about. How his shoulders would look as he holds himself over you, how that stupid silver chain hanging around his neck and collarbones would glisten in front of you, ghosting over your face with every movement. How his tanned skin would look so much better with red lines and scratches littered across it (with your marks patching his chest and neck and thighs and -). It’s enough to make the throb between your legs more prominent as you turn over to face the wall. No, you can’t think this, especially not about Atsumu, a new girl every weekend, probably STD crazy, Miya. No.

Loud music from his earphones fill the room, the same loud music you’ve had to put up with for months from behind you; is now a metre or so away from you in a bed. Glancing at the clock it was nearly midnight, 11:48 to be precise, and all you wanted was to sleep. Normally if you couldn’t sleep you’d slide your fingers inside your panties, rubbing your puffy clit until you cum and succumb to darkness in the form of sleep. However the body in the bed next to you, rising and falling with each steady breath meant you couldn’t, right?

“Atsumu?” It was barely audible, the music in his ears too loud to hear your tiny voice from across the space.

“Atsumu” you try again, louder and more daring. Yet he still doesn’t move, no signs of him stirring or noticing you’re calling out for him. Fuck it.

Your legs spread slowly, every sound that is made makes you acutely aware of what you’re about to do, the scrunch of the sheets and slight squeak of the mattress against the headboard makes you freeze. But your fingers still dance down the soft plush of your thighs, inching closer and closer to the damp fabric of your panties. The small wet spot formed as soon as you saw him in that stupid towel, only growing more when you saw even more as he changed into his boxers, nothing you’ve never seen on his socials. (apparently he didn’t like pyjamas. “Too restrictive” he muttered as you snapped at him to “please cover yourself”, a ploy on your behalf to stop your mind wandering; ultimately failing)

The first ghost of your fingers over your clit causes you to gasp, instantly biting your lip to silence yourself; immensely aware of how weird this is, touching yourself whilst the person you hate most sleeps next to you, but it just turns you on more. The next step is to rid yourself of panties, giving you more access to the slick arousal pooling at your entrance, gathering it on your fingers to allow your fingers to glide over the swollen skin, practically throbbing under each touch. Your clits hard and when you apply small, tight circles with a firm touch you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from moaning, whimpering out his name and waking him. You blush at the thought of him catching you, how mortified you’d feel if he heard you touching your puffy cunt and crying his name; how you’d never hear the end of it, always known as the girl who touched herself in atsumu miyas presence.

It doesn’t deter you though, the circles on your clit are heaven, thighs shaking and twitching with each firm action your fingers apply to your sex. Two slick fingers sliding inside of yourself, wet lewd noises squelching out as you bury inside yourself, up to the knuckle, not enough but it will do.

“Are ya having fun?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, he was awake and he heard you, he heard you finger yourself and rub pathetically at your clit. Do you remove your fingers? Alert him even more to the wet sound that will occur when you do? Or do you just stay still until he gives in and rolls over to sleep.

“Don’t stop, keep touching your clit for me, baby”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, are ya gonna listen to me for once in your life or keep pretending you're not knuckles deep inside yourself right now?”

The commands made you stomach turn, a gulp stuck in your throat as you whimper out a pathetic “yes”

“Good girl, bet you’re thinking about me, huh?” There’s that shit eating grin again, you can hear it as he teases you. You wonder what else he’s doing, is his cock hard? Straining against the thin fabric of his boxers or is he laughing at you whilst you're spread out for him? Too many questions run through your mind as you think about what to do next, fingers still firmly applied to your throbbing cunt.

“If it helps… I’m stroking my cock for you, thinking it’s your hand” if you listen closely his voice is shaking, breathless grunts leaving his lips every so often filling the room with thick air between you both. “So keep touching that little clit of yours and imagine it’s my fingers, I bet you’d hate that, cumming over my fingers and making a mess of your sheets”

Cocky, but you can’t deny the fact that the words flying your way are turning you on, fingers dancing quickly and swiftly over the nub of nerves that make you see stars.

���Please…” you whine; what you’re whining for you're not sure, but it’s a beg nonetheless. A beg to have a atsumu between your legs, (to have that stupid stupid chain dangling over your face, maybe you’d bite it, tug on it to anger him, make him go harder) and a beg to let you cum.

“Cmon, pretty thing, I know you can do better than that. Wanna hear you cry for me, I know you can. I know you bounce on your fingers every night wishin’ it was my cock. Why don’t you tell me about that?”

“W-wanna… want you inside me, Atsumu, please…” it’s quiet, being deafened by the slick sounds of your soaked pussy and the clicking sounds of his fist hitting his balls with every stroke. Oh how you wish you could see it, where the veins lay under the sensitive skin and how the red leaking tip gets revealed with every pull back of his palm. The thought of wrapping your lips around the head and suckling on the Precum makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can almost taste the saltiness on the back of your tongue.

“W-wanna… want you inside me, Atsumu, please…” it’s quiet, being deafened by the slick sounds of your soaked pussy and the clicking sounds of his fist hitting his balls with every stroke. Oh how you wish you could see it, where the veins lay under the sensitive skin and how the red leaking tip gets revealed with every pull back of his palm. The thought of wrapping your lips around the head and suckling on the Precum makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can almost taste the saltiness on the back of your tongue.

“Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, please; I need it, need to feel every curve and thrust. It’s the only thing that makes me cum…!”

Sinful is the way you’d describe the groan that leaves his lips deep and the rumble that travels across to you goes straight to your clit, the throb almost painful as you desperately rub against it. If your legs could get any further apart, you’d do so, but they’re basically dislocated to allow your fingers to curl inside you and your wrist to flex quickly, arousal spilling over your knuckles and the sheets below you.

“I wan- need you to tell me everything, everything you want me to do to you”

“Need your mouth against me atsumu-“

He cuts you off before you can even finish the sentence “That’s not my name, what’s my name, baby?”

“Daddy…! Need your mouth against me daddy, please, wanna cum over your tongue and make a mess of your face, I’m yours, you can do anything” the slick sound of his hand has sped up and all you can imagine is his large hand twisting over the head, rough palms squeezing his shaft and cupping his balls. Heavy Balls you so want to suck on, roll them around on your tongue and feel his moans and grunts travel through your body

“Daddy please let me cum, please, I need it so bad, I’ll do anything”

“Oh? You’ll do anything? Cum for me then baby, make a mess over your pathetic hand, wanna hear ya cry for me. You’ll want more, sluts like you always do.”

The dirty words being spat at you tip you over the edge; the coil that was wound so tightly inside your stomach finally snapped. Slick arousal gushing over your fingers; back arched and head thrown back whilst moaning haphazardly for the man you so so hate has you collapsing into the sheets. You can barely heave out any words before the mattress dips and the protective sheets have been ripped from your shaking body.

He was there, in all his annoying glory; the grin you’ve convinced yourself to hate beaming down at you. Your gaze meets his blow pupils and flushed face, acutely aware of his big hands surrounding your head and how hot his body is (not only in looks, the abs and broad shoulders are a plus, but how he’s emitting heat like a furnace) The heat is building at his core and with a curious glance down you can see his cock standing to attention against his stomach, threatening to drop and land heavy against your own stomach.

It’s as pretty as his face is, tanned and a blushing pink head that’s leaking pre cum as if it was lube. The veins that litter the skin are visibly throbbing, one large one up the underside makes your mouth water and a whimper leave your mouth

“You wanted daddy to fuck you, so here he his” he states, the low rumble from his chest travelling to yours and sending shivers up your spine (youve had goosebumps the whole time, every hair on your body standing to attention as he grunts instructions at you, but now having him above you is a different kind of shiver) and before you know have time to beg him to fuck you, his heavy cock is thrusting through your folds: slicking itself up in your own arousal and cum. Everytime the swollen head catches on your clit on his thrust down, your lips part and a tiny gasp, that fills atsumus ears with heaven, falls out

“I can’t- I can’t wait, can I fuck you now? Want daddy buried inside you, baby?”

“Please daddy…!” And the thing you were hoping for the most happens, his lips collide against yours. They’re soft and determined to claim you; tongue pressing against yours and exploring your mouth. Swallowing each others moans and whimpers as he pushes the head of his cock inside your tiny hole was the best part, feeling the vibrations and breaths of air as inch after inch is sheathed inside you.

There’s no rest, no time to catch your breath before he’s pulling away to stare down at you. Taking in your beauty and tits splayed out before him, essentially manhandling you into the position you want. One leg is pushed into your chest and the other pinned to the mattress, strong hands keeping you in place as his cock pulls out almost all the way, pulling the skin back and pushing back in all the way to the hilt. Dragging each vein and ridge against the soft spot inside you that makes you cry out his name.

A swift slap to your clit has you apologising

“I'm sorry! Daddy please… please please please” neither of you know why you’re begging him, he’s fucking you with rigour now, sweaty bodies pressed against eachother and your dream of marking his body up with your marks is coming true. Red lines gracing his back and shoulders, claiming him and marking him for any girl he has within the next few weeks.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Ya going to make a mess over daddy’s cock? Bet ya are, stupid sluts like you don’t know anything else but cock and cumming” his thumb has made its way to your clit without you realising and is pushing you further and closer to the cliff of orgasm.

“Stupid, cock drunk slut” the degradation being spat at you was overwhelming, mixed with the feeling of his cock and thumb against your cunt; it pushes you over the edge. Pussy fluttering and clenching down on his dick as your orgasm washes over you, lighting your nerves on fire whilst your cunt gushes more slick over his cock.

“Fuc-fuck…” he grunts out, jaw clenched and fingers digging impossibly harder into your skin; definitely bruising you and causing you sore muscles for the rest of the trip. “Cumming, I’m cumming!” He basically shouts out, cock being ripped from inside you. You watch as he desperately fists at his cock until he’s spilling rope after rope of hot cum against your stomach, painting your skin white, marking you as his as you did him. If you were to think too much into it, you’d say it’s quite romantic as he scoops it up into his calloused fingers and slides them between your lips. You’re too fucked out, dazed and sleepy to protest; savouring the salty liquid in your mouth as he collapses onto the mattress next to you.

“You have your own bed, asshole” you pant out as you notice his eyes closed, the stupid stupid chain resting on his chest as he breathes deep and steadily. The stupid yellow of his hair splayed out against your pillows.

“Shut up” and there’s the shit eating grin again, except this time you place a kiss to it, succumbing to the darkness that is sleep.

[afictionalwhore]

104 Training Corps Masturbation HCs

(Eren, Reiner, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, and Erwin)

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□ AN: I wrote this in between second covid vaccine naps, so just bear with me. All characters are aged up.

□ NSFW, mDNI

□ TW: smidge of ddlg, mommy kink, mentions of BDSM, Eren has anger issues, dubcon if you squint, cum eating

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Eren Jaeger

He’s so focused on his goals that he doesn’t really have the time to think about his feelings. So he doesn’t masturbate very often and definitely doesn’t have sex (see above), so the act is usually a last resort stress relief.

The first time he did it, he accidentally said your name. The next day, he couldn’t stop staring at you, wondering when he developed such feelings. He would look way quickly with a bright red blush whenever you caught him staring. But you became an addiction and obsession for him, something very dangerous.

Angry. Everything this man does is fueled by rage and that includes some good ole self love. He’s grunting your name through gritted teeth while his hard cock is weeping precum over his tight fist. He’s fast, and he’s messy.

He always feels disgusted with himself afterwards. He thinks it’s a waste of time and energy. While he always has a clearer head in terms of what to do next, his thoughts and emotions are a big mess when it comes to you. He thinks he doesn’t deserve you, that you would only get hurt with him. But yet each time he paints his stomach white while crying for you, he falls a little bit more into you.

If you caught him, he’d be very aloof and ask if you planned on just standing there. Either leave or help him out.

Sweat dripped down Eren’s toned body as he jerked his hand up and down his angry cock. Precum was weeping from his slit, and he could only dream that it was your sweet juices making his cock so wet. He threw his head back, thumping against the headboard, as he chanted your name like his favorite prayer. Hot, sticky ropes of cum fell on his stomach, cooling rapidly against his overheated skin.

Eren gulped down oxygen, trying to regain his breath as he climbed down from his high. His fist unfurled from his softening cock and fell on the bed beside him. He lifted his head slightly before banging it back against the hard wood with a loud thunk.

“Goddammit.”

You stood behind his door, cracked just a little to give you the most delicious glimpse of Eren in his afterglow. A rough voice startled you out of your ogling as intense green eyes met your doey ones.

“You plan on standing there all day, princess? Close the door and leave,” Eren grunted. “Or better yet, come here and help me out a little.”

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Reiner Braun

A gentle giant who deserves so much love. He’s been through so much, so who can blame him for wanting a little bit of stress relief.

This man is so embarrassed the first time he cums to you. He thought you were just a friend, despite everyone else saying there was more between the two of you. So when he’s fisting himself to the thought of your soft voice calling his name, he can’t look at you the next day.

He can’t help himself after that. You invade every part of his mind and his dreams and fantasies are filled with you. His favorite fantasy is you riding him, while he peppers your body in sweet kisses and praises.

If you were to catch him, he would stop instantly and try to cover himself and hide from you. His face would flush red as a tomato as he stammered out apology after apology.

It’s only when you step into his room and take his massive hand in yours does he understand the feelings are mutual.

“Reiner?” you called, looking for your friend. You walked down the dark hallway of the shack you called home. Your oldest friend was having a difficult week watching the children train and fight, so you opened your heart and home to him.

You had heard crying earlier, and wanted to make your gentle giant a soothing cup of tea and ask if there was anything you could do to help. It broke your heart seeing Reiner this way.

As you neared the door, you heard panting coming from Reiner’s room.

“Reiner!” you yelled as you opened the door, fearing the worst for your friend.

Reiner looked at you before flushing a bright tomato red. His large hands wrapped around his generously endowed length. He stammered your name and quick apologies.

You walked towards him, closing the door behind you with a swift kick. You eased his large hands away from his hard cock. Confusion swam in his eyes before you cupped his cheeks in your hands and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

“I wish I had known sooner,” you said. “You know, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

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Armin Arlet

Overall, Armin is really quiet when he’s pumping himself. It’s not until he gets closer to his end that he’s whining your name.

Armin stays in his room. He may tease himself in the shower, but he prefers to finish in the absolute privacy of his room.

The next day, he’ll be all blushes when he sees you, but you’re so used to Armin’s quiet demeanor that you don’t really think too much of it. Maybe he just had a stomachache and needed to go.

Armin is a master manipulator. He’s possessive and competitive even if not outwardly so. His fantasies can get dark, as he thinks of ways to rig you up, edge you, and fuck you until you know nothing but his name. He dreams of ways to mark you, sweet and innocent you, as his own.

Armin is a switch. While he dreams of taking you for his own, Armin also likes to fantasize about you torturing him. He wants to be wrapped completely in you as he begs you to “please please please” let him cum.

Whines could be heard from Armin’s room through the wall. You were the only one who seemed concerned for him. Eren and the others simply snickered when you mentioned strange noises coming from Armin’s room.

“Why don’t you check on him?” Jean suggested, prompting laughter from the rest of the men.

“Since I’m the only here who seems to care about him, maybe I will,” you said defensive, before stomping your way back to Armin’s room.

You knocked once, twice, and were met with Armin’s whines of your name.

“Armin!” you cried, throwing the door open.

“No! Don’t come in!” the blonde sobbed, but it was too late. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, in full view of you with his hard cock in hand.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, eyes holding a dangerous glint as you stalked towards Armin. “Let mommy help, okay?”

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Jean Kirstein

A little aloof and obnoxious about it. So what if he masturbates, everyone does. It’s great stress relief. Man has a point.

Jean does try to muffle his sounds. As much as he doesn’t care that people know what he’s up to, he doesn’t intend on giving a show. He also doesn’t intend on everyone knowing it’s you he’s thinking of when his hand slides up and down his long cock.

Jean likes to bite. His pillowcase and sheets are full of tears from where he bites down, wishing it was your soft skin that he was sinking his teeth into. This does help to muffle his noises.

Jean is a talker. He loves dirty talk and will talk to himself while thinking of you. His favorite fantasy is him lavishing you in praises, saying you’re such a “good girl for daddy”.

While Jean is open that he does indeed masturbate, he is very defensive if he gets caught. He tries to cover himself and make up very poor excuses.

“Hey, Jean,” you called before bouncing into your lover’s bedroom. “Have you seen my—.” The sight before you cut you off.

On his bed lay Jean. The white sheets tangled into his legs as he pumped his cock with smooth rhythmic strokes. His head thrown back and eyes clenched shut, tell-tale signs that he was reaching his end. Your name fell from lips in light praises as he called you his good girl and imagined you wrapped tightly around him, milking him. With a heavy grunt, Jean came, spraying his chest with his hot cum.

The sound of light clapping from across the room jerked him out of his afterglow. Jean turned away from you, stammering at you to get out as he pulled up his sheets to cover himself.

“But daddy,” you cooed as you walked forward, swaying your hips just the way Jean liked. “Am I not good enough for you?”

You fake pout had Jean already hard again.

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Connie Springer

An addict and everyone knows it. He is also very defensive over this, stating it’s a healthy stress relief compared to drugs or alcohol. No one can really disagree with him, so he’s left alone.

He prefers the privacy of his room, but will absolutely rub one out in the showers that may or may not be shared by the other men.

The only one who could probably hold eye contact with you the next day after you catch him. You have the same sense of humor, so that helps.

You and Connie are close friends, who spill the dirty details over everything to each other, except of course how badly you want each other. Even Mikasa can see it.

Connie has a slight savior complex. His favorite fantasy is you calling him a hero and asking how you could repay him for saving you.

“Tell me! Tell me!” you begged Connie the next morning at breakfast.

The man in question groaned at your insistence.

“Connie, we tell each other everything, ever since we were cadets, we left no secrets between us. Please, please tell me!”

“No,” Connie whined, hiding his burning face in his hands.

“You had a wet dream, and I want to know who it was about. Maybe I can help, put in a good word with them for you?” You smirked at your best friend’s growing discomfort. “Please, Connie,” you whispered. “I’ll give you half my lunch.” You hoped to bribe the man out of silence.

Connie jumped up and pounded his tight fists on the table. “You!” He shouted. “It was you!” His face grew beet red as the cafeteria occupants turned towards the racket. “It wasn’t a wet dream either.” His voice softened in embarrassment as he turned away from you.

“Oh.” You sat in silence with Connie for a few brief moments before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Do you mind showing me then?”

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Levi Ackerman

Very quiet about it. It’s a surprise to most when it comes out that he masturbates, but as Jean said, who doesn’t? Still, what he does in private is his own business, and no one dares to mention if they’ve caught him.

For him, it’s a form of stress relief, so he’s prone to rub one out in the privacy of his shower or office. Occasionally he’ll lay in bed, but really the shower is just so much easier to clean.

Levi’s favorite fantasy unsurprisingly involves a maid outfit. He’d die if he ever saw you in one, bent over and giving him the briefest peek of your panties.

Overstimulation king. This man’s refractory period is next to zero. Also very kinky.

Canonically, Levi is an awkward sub. If you caught him, he would freeze before getting angry and yelling at you to leave him alone. He would completely avoid any and all interaction with you to the best of his abilities, prompting Erwin and Hange to ask if you’ve done something to provoke him.

That’s if you didn’t take matters into your own hands. Your handsome captain is overworked, and it’s your duty to help.

“Captain!” you called as you barged into Levi’s office, only to find the man hunched over his desk, head resting on the desk with sweat dripping onto the cool wooden surface. His back heaved as he struggled to regain his breath.

“Captain! Are you okay?!” You panicked and ran towards your captain.

Levi jumped up, face completely drained of color. He blushed furiously as he processed that it was you who walked in on him in such a vulnerable state.

“No!” Levi yelped. “Don’t come any closer! Get out!”

You ignored your captain’s direct orders and reached out for him, noticing the sticky white coating his hand.

“Oh,” you giggled. “I see. I thought I had cleaned everything, but it seems I missed a spot.” You raised Levi’s hand to your lips before licking him clean. You held his icy gray eyes in your darkening gaze as you drank everything he had to offer.

You smiled as you glanced down at his cock, already hardening once again.

“Do you want help with that,” you asked coyly. “Captain?”

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Erwin Smith

This man makes a goddamn show out of the act. He is sprawled on silk sheets, sporting nothing but an untied emerald green robe that lavishly falls on either side of him.

An exhibitionist who really doesn’t care if he’s caught. In fact, he hopes you walk by and hear him moaning your name. His favorite fantasy is you walking in on him like this. His bed is facing the doorway and he’s propped against luxurious pillows just in case.

He’s also loud. LOUD. He wants to be heard.

He pampers himself before and after like a true king. His skin is soft from a fresh shower, complete with moisturizing routine. Afterwards, he’ll take a few moments to regain his breath before collecting himself to clean up. He’s very careful to get all his cum on his own body and not his robe or sheets.

An arrogant bastard, but can back himself up. He has every reason to think so highly of himself and his sexuality.

You heard the deep moans from down the hall before you even neared your commander’s bedroom. Erwin’s deep, breathy pants of your name filled the empty hallway and echoed around you. You blushed furiously as you tried to pass, making your way to your own sleeping quarters.

As you passed, you noticed the door to Erwin’s bedroom was cracked open. You had always had a thing for your Greek god of a commander, and couldn’t help yourself as you peeked in through the open door.

You watched Erwin stroke himself, his perfect hand sculpted by Michelangelo himself moving up and down on his thick cock.

Erwin came with a deep grown of your name, as he painted his chiseled chest white. The sounds of Erwin’s ecstasy hitting you straight in your core as your own sex pulsed with need.

“Ah!” Erwin called, a dangerous glint in his ocean eyes. “Just the person I wanted to see!”

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction would bring it back.

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Bonus: Dick HCS

Eren: Above average in girth and length. He’s full of lean muscle and his dick matches. He has a nice curve too.

Reiner: Very well endowed. He’s a giant and his dick suits him. He’ll stretch you nicely and hit your cervix every time.

Armin: Just above average, but he worries he’s small. You remind him that he fits you just right.

Jean: longer than average, but of average girth. He’s a little self conscious of himself until you call him “daddy” and praise his cock.

Connie: average but knows how to use it and please you

Levi: this short king is packing and you know it

Erwin: a monster and he knows it. This man is unpacking a slip-n-slide every time he takes his pants off.

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: atsumu-nii still has morals unlike your depraved osamu-nii. he doesn’t want to fuck his imouto but he wants to be cucked instead. if he imagines himself as osamu fucking you maybe he’d get off to that instead. + may i request an osamu-nii cucking atsumu-nii whose morals are holding back his lust for his sister?

These are two very similar requests as in they’re almost the exact same so I’m assuming that one person sent in the same request twice. It’s been on my accepted list since I received it so there was no reason to send it in twice, but if two people sent in different requests: If your request seems similar to something I haven’t done yet but is in my wips, wait until I get to it. Next time this happens, I’ll delete both requests.

Warnings: incest, voyeurism-ish, cuckolding, m. masturbation, implied creampie, briefly implied infidelity

Miya Twins + incest and cuckolding

Late at night, Atsumu didn’t think anybody else would be awake. Putting on a match between the Red Falcons and Black Jackals, he puts in his earbuds to avoid waking anybody up. He doesn’t admit it to anyone except you, but he likes to imagine himself as the setter for the Black Jackals, the one that helps all the outside hitters score ridiculous amounts of points. He likes the color scheme of the Black Jackals and loves to watch replays of their wins, even their losses, watching how the team flawlessly blends together yet show their individuality.

Through the earbuds, he didn’t have the game volume on high which allowed him to hear noises from your room — beside him. Pausing the game, he took out one bud to listen in on what you were doing, hearing the creaking of your mattress and your voice — along with Osamu’s. Curiosity peaked when he heard his brother, curious to see what you two were talking about so late.

“You have to be quiet, ‘Samu,” your hushed voice said, your next sentence almost breathless. “‘Tsumu is next to me, y’know,”

“He sleeps like a log, won’t even budge awake. I made sure he was ‘sleep before I came in. No light at all, we’re fine,” Osamu says, small pauses in between as if he was using his mouth for something else. Atsumu completely stopped the video, turning his phone off completely as to not alert them he was indeed awake. Your breathless moans filled in the silence after Osamu finished speaking, leading Atsumu to one conclusion:

You and Osamu were fucking, or we’re about to.

Now, Atsumu can’t be too upset, knowing he’s often listened in on you masturbating yourself, wondering how you’d react to him joining you or sliding hints he knew what you did in your room when you thought he was tuned into a match. He didn’t know you would turn to Osamu when he slept, but now he’s glad for a sleepless night. Unable to hold back, he pulls down the waistband of his sweats and boxers, finding himself hard just by thinking of you and Osamu. Well, it could be you and him, but that would require him to act on his sinful desires. He had come to accept his fate on the sidelines, wishing he was every boyfriend you ever had. Did you fuck Osamu behind their backs, too? How much time has Atsumu spent wallowing in his desires, thinking nothing would come of it, while you spent your time with your other brother?

A sharp moan comes from you, snapping him from his thoughts, before your noises are muffled, hushed whispers from Osamu. Atsumu can’t hold himself back, shoving a pillow against his chest and biting down on it, shuffling close enough to the wall he can hear your bed whining under Osamu’s weight. Wrapping one hand around his cock, he closes his eyes to try and imagine just what is going on beyond the wall.

Your moans are still soft, probably due to your own hand and willpower keeping them down, perhaps one hand in Osamu’s hair as he peppers kisses along your body. He wonders what you’d taste like, would you be as sweet as he hoped you’d be? Mewl as sweetly as he imagined? With no holds barred, he could imagine you in a pretty white gown, moaning so sweetly as he wrapped his lips around your clit, fingers rubbing against your sensitive walls. Another muffled squeal comes from you, Atsumu’s hand moving faster as he imagines you sounding like that as if he was entering you, deflowering you as he always imagined he would.

Would you still turn to Osamu if you were betrothed to Atsumu? Would you prefer Osamu over Atsumu?

Atsumu can hear your moans get higher and louder, only to be muffled as Osamu’s groans mingle with them. He curses his brother for covering up your noises, but he falls back into his mind, imaging he’s the one fucking you. Your legs would probably wrap around his waist, tugging his closer as he gets closer to finishing. It’s almost too hot for him, hand rubbing the red skin as he finishes, white semen dribbling down his cock and covering his pillow — which is white, thankfully. He imagines you came as well, hearing pants and wet, loud kisses coming from the two of you, basking in the afterglow.

Even as he sits there, dirty tissues in his trash can, even as he hears Osamu leave you with a “I’ll be back tomorrow, baby,” he can’t bring himself to let you know. He’s not like Osamu, he’s not glutton for anything he can get. Atsumu has too much pride to go to you; instead, he’ll wait up tomorrow to see how you sound. His imagination will do the rest.

[shokobuns]

“see”

in which you warm up to your stepdad while your mom’s not home.

prequel to feel.

pairing: stepdad!sukuna ryomen x reader

genre: smut, taboo

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: smut, parental stepcest, mutual masturbation (f/m), taboo, daddy kink, scenes (sex, overstim, size kink), slight mommy issues (only if you squint tho)

“behave while i’m gone, i gotta get something at the store.” she says sternly.

you nod, putting the last of your plates on the rack before turning on the dishwasher. “is sukuna coming with you?”

“no,” she replies, scrolling through her phone before slipping it in her purse, “he’s taking a nap right now. you better leave him alone.”

“i will.”

“alright. i’m not planning on leaving him any time soon. you need to warm up to him somehow, darling.”

after you hear the click that signified she was out, you groan exasperatedly.

sukuna.

he’s the only thing your mom had paid all her attention to these past few months. you want to be happy for her, you really do, but it almost feels impossible and you can’t pinpoint the exact reason why. you don’t know what it is about the man. the cocky expression on his face that never falters, his tanned skin clad in tattoos, his piercing gaze that always radiates an aura dominance, it all made you feel uneasy.

of course, your mom would notice. it wasn’t uncommon for you to keep your interactions with him short and limited despite the fact he had been living with you for months. it wasn’t uncommon for you to retire to your room once he came home from work. and for your mom, it was all translated to one thing; you simply just did not like him. at all.

if only it was that simple.

you truly wish it was that simple because you’ve been repulsed by people before. hell, you’ve disliked tons of people and still continue to do so. you know the uneasiness that hits you whenever you’re near them. you know how hard your teeth clench, how your chest burns, how your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sound of their voice.

but that wasn’t it. this uneasiness came with fast heartbeats, fluttering feelings in your stomach, and flushed cheeks. this uneasiness came with the inability to form sentences, unconscious stares, and invaded thoughts. this uneasiness came with imagination, slight jealousy, and damp underwear.

so, no. it wasn’t that simple and it would never ever be that simple. you don’t know who you should feel sorry for. maybe your mother. your dear, flawed mother who decided that you needed a father figure after eighteen years of its absence. maybe sukuna, who probably was just looking for a wife or some fun, not a family. maybe yourself, your own clouded mind betraying you with sinful lust.

nonetheless, here you are.

here you are, chores done, bedroom door wide open, pulling your shorts down and throwing them off somewhere on your bed. he’s in the master bedroom right across from yours in the hallway, sleeping soundly. you can just barely make out the little snores leaving his mouth which is enough just for you.

you can’t help but admire him while he’s in this peaceful state. he’s handsome with structured cheeks, black ink that adorns most of his skin, and big hands that can completely cover yours in his fist with ease.

your panties are damp, sticking to your wet cunt. they become more and more ruined the more you think about him and you sigh. it happens every time. it starts with a thought, some kind of seed that sows in your head, and your mind elevates it until the thought progresses to something dirty, something shameful, something that is so wrong.

you should be happy for your mom.

it all goes out the window when you think about the large hand that steadies your waist every time you almost fall, one with a tight grip that brings back that fluttering feeling in your stomach. more black ink that compliments the veins running through them and silver rings that decorate his fingers. you’re sure, positive, that they’re thicker than your own, able to reach deeper than you ever could by yourself.

your hand travels down to your clit, rubbing slow circles on the small bud as you sigh in relief at finally being able to touch yourself after weeks. you travel lower, your finger prodding at your hot core before slipping in until you’re knuckles deep. starting off with slow strokes, you build everything up until you’re ready for another finger. you squeeze your eyes shut, an image in your mind forming as it always does when you’re in this state.

and it’s sukuna.

it’s sukuna and his fingers that would fill you up nicely, stretching your hole to the point where the line of pain and pleasure is difficult to decipher. and he’s looking at you with that piercing gaze again, the one that demands control and submission. he’s pumping his fingers at a painstakingly slow pace and so are you. when you imagine him hitting that sweet spot, you curl your fingers.

your shirt is pulled up above your breasts, one hand massaging your tit as you get lost in your own pleasure. it all feels so good, the knot in your lower tummy forming and tensing while your pussy drools all over your sheets. you’re letting out involuntary squeaks, your senses being overcome by the impending wave of bliss.

a groan from the other room interrupts the scene in your head.

the sound causes you to freeze, eyes suddenly widening as you turn in its direction. there’s a smirk plastered on sukuna’s face as his eyes follow your figure intently. from what you can make out, it’s possible that he’s been awake for a while now. your heart pounds out of your chest, body shaking from the amount of guilt and embarrassment. does he know you were thinking about him? can he sense the lewd scene you’ve put together to get off?

a million thoughts race through your mind, but the most prominent one is louder than the rest; why was he looking at you like that?

he folds over the blanket, revealing an intimidating imprint that pokes through his boxers, all the while staring straight at you. your cunt still stuffed with your own sopping fingers and you take it as a silent demand to keep going.

you obey, something that any good girl would do.

“come on, princess,” he calls out from his room, his cock springing up to his stomach as he pulls down his underwear and it’s better than anything you’ve imagined. the pink tip drips with precum and like his fingers, he’s thick and long. he spits in his hand and you gawk at the sight, saliva spilling at the side of your parted lips and he returns with his usual cocky expression.

three fingers thrust into you, knuckles deep, while he pumps his pretty cock in his fist, eyes following your every aspect of your current position. you pinch your nipple, letting out a small mewl, while attacking the spongy spot that never fails to have you squirting all over your sheets.

but you wish it was his thick cock filling you up instead.

you know that if you ever got the chance to have him stuffing you full, it would ruin the sensation of your fingers. you know that your little digits would never be able to compensate for something that huge. and seeing him fuck his fist makes your walls convulse because you know that this isn’t one sided. any crumb of guilt that was there before is wiped from your mind.

the only thing you can think about is his cock splitting your little cunny in half, pounding into your cervix while you struggle to take his full length. he wouldn’t be gentle, you know that, but you’d prefer it that way. he would pin your knees to your chest, caging your body with his arms, balls slapping against the skin of your plush ass. he’d hit every spot that you couldn’t, driving into you ruthlessly. and it wouldn’t end there because he would want to ruin you. he’d want you cumming over and over again on his cock until you’re a ruined, babbling mess begging for him to stop.

“oh- oh fuck, daddy!” you breathe out between moans, feeling wet liquid coat your thighs as your walls clamp down on your fingers. he’s almost there with you, streams of sticky white spilling onto his stomach at the sound of your sweet voice. your back arches of the bed as you cream all over your fingers, panting exhaustedly while bringing them up to your mouth, sucking softly. he’s practically staring holes through your body, his cock twitching once again.

but your mom can be back anytime with the groceries. and he really needs to clean those sheets.

[roronoa-roro]

A/n: I might be digging my own grave through this

Tw: embarrassing incidents; mentions of masturbation; that's it ig

Kiyoko:

Totally got caught farting by Tanaka. But she was professional about it. Like,,, "Excuse me, I had to fart."

Yukie:

Got caught ugly choking on food. Totally embarrassing incident because the food came back out and she spat it onto the table in an unappealing-looking clump. Everyone on the table gagged or choked.

Saeko:

Got caught masturbating. No details, sorry.

Natsu:

Got spanked by mom in public. Much more embarrassing than it sounds because a classmate was present and the next day everyone in the class was asking her if her butt still hurt.

Michimiya:

Got caught making funny faces behind the teacher's back. Her face turned red when the teacher turned around and caught her mid-action.

Kaori:

Got caught picking her nose. was chill with it until someone pointed out that she also bites her nails. So she was basically eating her own boogers. T R I G G E R E D.

Yachi:

She embarrassed herself onstage mid-dance. Panicked at the last moment and spun the boy instead of spinning herself.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories:

Hell Fire

Yandere Priest x Herbalist Fem Reader

TW: abuse of power, yandere behavior, manipulation, and forced relationship

Pale hands affectionately cupped the soft cheeks of the sleeping maiden that rested on the bed in the dungeon. A bright smile on the young priest’s face as his fingers traced over her soft lips.

“You are finally here…” Aurel voice was as soft as a breeze. His blue eyes gentle and his lips pursed in thought. “You’re finally within my grasp.”

Aurel glanced around to make sure there were no other eyes watching before he crawled into the small bed beside (your name). His lanky arms wrapped around her vulnerable form in a vice like grip. Aurel buried his nose into her hair and deeply inhaled her sweet scent, a moan escaped his lips from how delectable (your name) smelled.

“I wonder if you’ll be happy to see me once you wake up.” Aurel thought aloud as his hands wandered her sleeping form. “We used to be so close when we were kids… we can get married just like we always wanted.”

Aurel brushed a few of his silver strands away from his blue eyes. His cheeks heated up at how beautiful (your name) had grown to be. “I’ve crawled my way to become a Cardinal, but I’m willing to bend the rules for you… so you just have to accept me.”

Aurel buried his face into her shoulders while he clutched her closer to his chest. His tongue clicked when he felt his she thinned out a bit. These heathens haven’t been feeding (your name) properly, have they? He’d punish them once he married her…

Aurel pressed a few stray kisses to her shoulders before he smiled to himself. He had destroyed her reputation as an herbalist by spreading rumors of her being a witch. It was a desperate and cowardly method, but she refused to be with him. What other choice did Aurel have? (Your name) had forced his hand for the last time and now she had the biggest choice to make.

Become his wife or burn at the pyre.

[babytsum]

warnings: creampie, sex tape, dacryphilia, mating press, masturbation (m)

thinking about how when rin’s apart from you for the holidays he’d miss you. really miss you. and after dinner he’d go into his old room, pulling out his phone and scrolling through his camera roll until he finds that one video of your legs pinned up to your chest, tears streaming down your face. your sobs n whines would make his cock twitch n he’d mumble a little “fuck” before he’s pulling down the waistband of his sweats then his boxers n rubbing the lil angry head, trying to replicate the feeling of ur lil pink tongue. when he fucks his fist he’s thinking of ur tight lil pussy squeezing n tightening around him bc he misses u so much that his balls hurt. he misses the sounds u make, how good u make him feel, n when the video gets to the part where white cum oozes from ur lil cunny, he’s cumming hard. it’s not the same, but it’ll do for now <3333

[quirklessidiot]

Is y/n sexy or alluring in the passive way? An object of desire with none in herself?

And speaking of sexual desires, y/n has never felt sexual desire for anyone yet has she? Is she type that needs emotional connection to feel attracted to the person?

its her innocence thats the selling point (someone has pointed out the madonna whore complex here totes not tru btw as a psych student i do like to disagree with freud when i can but men like to do it anyways) and y/n has literally 0 sexual charisma if i had to be honest.

No, she hasnt. I think things like masturbation, porn etc seems to unphase her and she hasnt done it yet ;-; i mean, what would she exactly masturbate to? (Sorry im being real here bfbsnss plus the idea of fingering herself after some unknown person tried to insert their finger up her hole she wouldnt feel comfy about it)

and yeah, emotion has a pretty strong factor to it if she actually wants to get really intimate (or if u wanna gouge a reaction otherwise u get dead fish y/n on bed)

[mulberrysilk]

First off congrats on 3k, and I hope you do well on your finals.

And now for what I came here for, I was rereading your Iwa-nii piece and now I can't stop thinking about what happens when he finally acts on his feelings.

Some tw: Masturbation. Forced pregnancy. And some cheating in a way.

So you come home to find a quiet house, you'd gotten home early from school, calling out a couple of times to see if anyone was home. When you get no response you make your way up the stairs, but stop in your tracks when you hear a loud groan of your name when you walk past the slightly open door of your dear step brother's room.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you open the door all the way to see your Iwa on his back, fisting himself, eyes closed, sweat on his forehead. You feel your mouth drool a little at the sight.

It doesn’t take him long to notice his presence in the room, but when he does his face heats up before he smirks and stands up, walks towards you, pulls you in, and then closes the door. He looks down at you, hand coming to rest underneath your chin before saying “Could you help your dear nii-chan?”

You feel a little dumbfounded, but still nod and let him lead you to the bed. He pulls your shirt and panties off, leaving your skirt on. He promises he won't do anything other than rub himself on you, pushing you on all fours. You miss him pulling out his phone and setting it underneath the two of you between your legs. Iwa keeps his promise for a couple of minutes, however the whines and moans you let out every time the head of his cock brushes against your clit and your opening has his resolve weakening.

He finally loses it after you subconsciously buck back against him, he pushes himself in in one movement, making you cry out. When he looks down and sees red coating his dick, he feels relief and pride in his chest. Iwa ignores your cries for him to pull out and thrust in and out of you. The fluttering of your walls has him cumming in you, he pulls back and looks at the way his cum oozes out of you. He picks up his phone and records it, and your fucked out state before sending it in the group chat he has with the other third years, turning off his phone so he doesn’t hear the constant dinging afterwards.

He continues to fuck you for the next couple of months making sure not to use a condom, ignoring the way you beg him to atleast use one. When you get a stomach bug, he makes you take a pregnancy test and he feels happy when it comes out positive and starts to come up with a plan so that your parents don’t suspect him, to let one of his friends take responsibility. It’s the perfect way to keep you and his child close.

Iwa let’s Mattsun fuck you since he thinks he’s the better option of his three friends. He has a stable job and is in Japan. Mattsun doesn’t know that Iwa has still been touching you after that video, thinking it was a one time thing, so he really does think the baby is his.

Even after you and Mattsun have been married for years, Iwa continues to have sex with you whenever he can, especially at the gym when you come and visit. Trying to get you pregnant before Mattsun. You end up having five kids, only one of them actually being Mattsun's

tw : stepcest, incest,coercion, noncon filiming , dubcon, noncon, cheating, masturbation

I— THIS. THIS. T H I S * sips tea* honey you know i live for drama like this in fics AFSGSHAJAJA 😭 poor mattsun tho 🥺 STILL— this made my mind goBRRR. THANK U ANON 😭💕 I’ll be done with finals by first week of June!!!

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Omg requests are open!!!🥰 also I hope you’re doing good 💕 Can you do NSFW stalker tsukishima and lev (separately) as models who are in love with the photographer?

I'm doin great sweetie😘. I hope I did well with both of them, since I'm not too familiar writing them, but I hope you enjoy nevertheless!

Warnings: Tsukki's mean comments, yandere themes, m. masturbation, stalking, noncon, fingering, mentions of Alisa briefly (accepting/supporting Lev's actions)

Tsukishima

> Tsukishima is one of the more unapproachable models who often has people quitting because of his constant rude comments and his resting bitch face, but lots of people want to work with him because he's a good model... he just has a sour attitude.

> Recently, however, his comments have hit the point where you don't know if he hates you or likes you. One moment, he's calling you an idiot because you forgot your camera, but then he's offering to get it for you because you just sat down. He treats you the nicest, but it is still weird.

> Then it gets even weirder, because now he's only spouting rude comments to you. He makes your life miserable, never listening to you and constantly changing his schedule without notifying you. He has you running around like a chicken without a head, to and fro trying to please him.

> The thing is... he gets off on that. Watching this little photographer do anything in their power to make him happy? The fact you don't even show interest in quitting despite his rude and blunt commentary? Your sweet smile when you get a good shot of him and then proudly show it to him, ignoring his scoff and continuing to smile? Makes him sick on the outside, but it just makes him more twisted deep inside.

> He wants you to be underneath him, unable to do anything as he forces himself on you. Knowing you, work the next day would be the same thing, but your smile would be gone. He doesn't mind, enjoying the idea of having you all to himself gets more and more tempting as you interact with more and more people.

> A common evening for him involves him reminiscing on how cute you sound whenever he randomly pops up behind you, or how joyful you look when something turns out just right. He wants to take that away from you. He doesn't want you to look at him like he's put the stars in the sky, but rather as if he's taken the sun from the day and covered you in his darkness. Of course, he often has his hand wrapped around his cock as he imagines fucking you as you cry out.

> Then the perfect opportunity arrives. You're taking a few shots for your portfolio, it's late at night, people have left to go home, he's enjoying all of your attention and already thinking about where the cameras are and how to avoid them when the lights go out. It's like this was his moment. No cameras, no witnesses, and your innocent self thinking he could care less about you.

"Tsukishima-san, what-!" you gasp out, feeling a hand cup your ass. Spinning around, the lightning outside flashes to reveal a wicked smirk painted on his lips. Another flash reveals he's stepped closer to you. "What.. what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I'm taking what I rightfully deserve," he simply says, hands dropping on your shoulders and forcing your knees to buckle. "I taking you, but first," another flash illuminates the room, revealing your horror-struck face and his deranged smile, "I want a taste."

Lev

> He's the exact opposite of Tsukishima. Tsukki doesn't like people, but people love him because he's a popular lone model. Lev loves people, and people love him, but it's mainly because him and his sister are two hot models people can get major bank working for. He doesn't get lone modelling gigs until you come along, working for a company that wants to advertise men's clothing.

> Lev is ecstatic because you didn't mention his sister's name even once. You are only looking for him, only needing him, so he's over the moon! He's so thankful, he even offers to walk you home after you run over the basics with him. He's too kind to leave you alone at night, so he follows you home just in case! He's looking out for you!

> He's a giant puppy, honestly, he just appreciates how you're only looking to him as a model. He wants to be friends! His hugs are something you have to get used to, but you set boundaries he constantly ignores. Hugging you whenever you drop in to get him from one of his and his sister's shots, only for you to squirm away and tell him to not do that here. He pouts, making you give him a proper hug.

> He sees nothing wrong. Alisa thinks it's sweet. Everyone else? Your relationship is unprofessional. Their looks of disapproval doesn't help you're young in your field. It also doesn't help that you have to mention to Lev your time with his is almost over. Two more outfits to model and you'll be leaving. When you finally tell him...

"I won't let you go! You're my friend!" He shouts across the studio. It's broad daylight and anybody could hear him, but would they care? He's one of Japan's top male models - you're just a photographer. You're cowering on the floor, at the mercy of his outburst, broken camera beside you as he ruins the set for the photoshoot.

"Haiba-san, plea-" you begin.

"Lev! You always call me Lev!" His outburst interrupts you, your hands covering your ears. It isn't until he's pushing you down onto the cold floor do you realize he's getting angrier. "You can't leave me behind, [Y/N],"

"Lev," you try again, wetting your lips as you look up at him, pity in your eyes. "It's not my choice. It's the company's,"

"Then I'll have you working for me. If you try to leave me," his eyes are blown wide, frantic as his large hands begin to tug at your shirt. Feeble hands are no match for his strength, his hands worming their way down into your pants and rubbing at your most sensitive area. "I'll tell everyone you tried to seduce me. I've seen the way they look at you. You're below them in everything, only here because of me. You'll fall and crumble because of me; you don't want that, do you?"

"Lev, stop-!" You beg, feeling two of his fingers enter you as they rub against your walls, but he just smiles down at you.

"You feel even better than I imagined, you know? I hope you don't mind me indulging in myself. My sister's been dying to meet you - got your room set up and everything. You'll love living with us - you can be our little photographer, but you have to remember you were mine first okay?" He continues to blabber on as your hands weakly try to push him off, feeling your walls fluttering on his digits as he continues to pump them into you. He isn't listening to your cries asking him to stop and you're almost positive you won't be walking from here without a limp.

[shokobuns]

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