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sttoru · 11 months ago

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⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing it will only intensify the urge to claim you as his own in every way.

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). possessive. talks of marriage. unprotected. breēding kink; crēampies. jealousy. pregnancy kink? reader gets called ‘baby, sweetheart, mama’ not proofread; excuse the grammar. wc: 1.7k

“look at that, baby,” satoru coos as he watches the golden necklace bounce around your collarbone with each wet thrust. it’s a 24k pure gold necklace he purchased just today, with his initials on it.

something inside him stirred the moment he put it on you. satoru couln’t help himself from pinning you to the couch and claiming you as his own for the nth time. it doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you; it’s never enough.

the letters ‘sg’ are shimmering under the light of the living room. the older man is grinning from ear to ear, nearly cumming from the sight of you wearing that necklace alone. it’s a sign of possession to him. you’re his—you’re only his. he’s the only one who can touch you like this.

“shit, ‘t makes me wanna put a ring on it,” satoru hisses, one of his hands pressing down on your lower tummy. you gasp and clutch at his broad back, nails digging into his flesh quite painfully. “i think i’d engrave my initials on the inside of the ring too, what do ya think?”

each word is punctuated with a thrust. his hips are non-stop ramming into yours, claiming even the deepest spots of your body beneath him. he leans down to trail kisses down your sensitive neck, eliciting a couple whines from your lips.

“d’y wanna get married, sweetheart?” the sudden proposal takes you off guard. you can’t believe satoru would ask such a thing while being balls deep inside you. you’re blabbering nonsense, your voice muffled due to the saliva building up in your mouth.

“m— married? babe, are you ser-” your question is left unanswered as your boyfriend kisses your plump lips. he switches to a slow and gentle pace, grinding into your needy cunt until it leaves you shaking. his fingers play with the golden jewelry around your neck.

a necklace will do. as long as you’ll wear that accessory from this day forward, he’ll be satisfied. the urge to make you his forever partner could be satiated. for now, that is. he knows you still have a bright future ahead of you, like getting your degree and first ever proper job.

“let’s have you finish university first, yeah?” satoru smiles down at you after detaching his lips from yours. he watches the string of saliva hang between your mouths, giving a short hum once it snaps. his big hand slithers down to cup your breast and knead it, kissing your nipple whilst holding eye contact, “i can wait for you.”

satoru sighs as he rolls his tongue around your hardened nipple. he’s drooling over your breasts, a drunken glint in his eyes. he’s so obsessed with you to the point that he’d marry you right now if he could. that proposal wasn’t a joke—but he figured that it also wasn’t the smartest.

he’ll give you a proper and serious proposal one day. though, now you know for sure that he’s gotten into this relationship with the thought of actually marrying you.

“but i also—fuck—can’t wait,” satoru whines, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick cock. his dick is pulsing with need, exploring your squishy insides while his balls prepare to release all semen stored right into your fertile womb. even if you may take a pill to get rid of any unwanted consequences, the thought of seeing your tummy swell with his child is making the older man go insane.

satoru buries his face between your breasts and breathes heavily against your sweaty skin. his hips move with renewed vigour, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasuring you, “wanna make you my wife ‘n breed this pretty pussy.”

you moan repeatedly, unable to stop yourself. especially after satoru frantically spews such lewd words. he’s getting lost in your cunt and the way it’s swallowing him in—into your pretty pussy that he owns. his pussy.

“wanna be your wife so bad, ‘toru,” you hiccup, nearly crying from the intense pleasure. you’d love to be satoru’s wife. he already treats you so well while you’re his girlfriend, you can’t imagine how much better it’s going to get once you’re officially his. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of being able to call him your husband.

the white-haired man chuckles. his blue eyes stare down at you with nothing but love, “yeah? mh, i’ll treat you so well every single day. g’nna come home to you ‘n give you some proper loving.”

satoru can already imagine it. coming home to you after a long day of work, needing a quick release. seeing you greet him at the door will send him into a frenzy. especially if you’re wearing an apron—he’s a sucker for domestic stuff.

you, his wife, taking care of him after a rough day at work. . . it’s a dream come true. he’ll spoil you with materialistic gifts and his unending love so you’ll live a happy life.

oh, don’t get him started on kids. satoru ruts into you like his life depends on it, the hypnotising rhythm of your boobs jiggling in circles is making him drool. having a little family with you is his end goal. you’ll be such a good mother and he’ll be such an amazing dad; a perfect combination.

satoru can already picture the amount of times he’ll dump his cum inside of you, without any restrictions. without you taking a pill or him wrapping a condom around his dick. his libido is going to be at an all time high when the time comes.

even if satoru ages a bit, he’s sure that he’s going to be able to have sex with you non stop. you get him hard without fail every single time. you’re his everything—the apple of his eyes.

your lover nearly chokes on his own saliva. he pushes his cock in to the base, burying it as deep as possible. your fingers curl around the pillow you’re holding for support, your eyes rolling back. his pink tip hit the right spot. that sweet spot that makes you cum without fail.

satoru bites his bottom lip. the way he’s looking at you, with a possessive kind of love and lust, is simply too much. his oceanic eyes are glimmering with need. erotic images flash through his mind of him impregnating you, “going to put a baby into you as soon as you’re ready.”

your tummy fills with butterflies. the way he’s talking to you like you’re already a married couple is making your pussy even wetter than it already is. it’s like it’s begging satoru to give it to you already—to make it store all his cum.

his eyes roll back as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon. he wants to cherish every second spent inside of your warm body. satoru attaches his lips to your breasts again, “mhhh, y’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant, mama. those tits of y’rs. . .”

his voice is barely audible because he’s busy sucking on your nipples. your boyfriend is imagining the pair growing with each semester, filling out perfectly to store milk for the baby.

satoru cannot wait to be the reason why your body will change so much. you’ll be even prettier than you already are, that he can tell already. he’s going to give you gifts every day, to thank you for carrying his child. he’s going to spoil you rotten because you deserve it and so much more.

he can’t wait for the married life with you. many men dread that life, but that’s not the case with satoru. every day of his married life will be spent with his wife—you—and the honeymoon phase will never end. ever.

satoru’s cock is twitching and begging for the much needed release. he pounds you into the couch until you’re screaming in pleasure, feeling him so deep inside you. he’s so big, he’s stretching you out so well to the point of no return. the older man grins at the sight of your already fucked out face, “cunt ‘s gonna be so swollen because of how much i’ll pleasure her—paint her all white with my cum.”

satoru’s nasty words are causing unspeakable things to your body. you’re on the brink of reaching that euphoric state. the dirty talk is too much to handle at this point. your limbs are tingling and your cunt is aching to be stuffed full of his hot semen.

“s-satoru, don’t say such stuff,” you comment in a shaky breath. your head is spinning and your hands desperately reach out to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing the skin. your hips are bucking up lightly, your clit bumping against satoru’s pelvic area with each thrust, “i’m gonna cum if you keep saying that.”

your lover’s grin widens even more. he knows you enjoy it when he whispers such dirty stuff in your ear. that’s mainly the reason why he does it. he’s talked you through multiple orgasms before—it’s quite easy to do so with his husky voice and manly touch.

“that’s fine, baby,” satoru coos and leaves one last, sloppy kiss on your nipple before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. his tongue swirls around yours as you share your spit, the mixture trickling down your chins.

his hips don’t stop. he positions his lower body in an angle that gets you screaming for mercy, which he won’t do. he craves to ruin you on his cock, to see you melt with pleasure underneath him.

“make a mess on my dick while i make a mess inside of you,” satoru encourages you which seals the deal. your body shakes as you feel the waves of pleasure run through your system. you can feel hot ropes of cum nestle deep inside of your cunt. your boyfriend shudders at the sensation and helps you ride your climax out.

he pushes in and back out a few times, lazily, his finger finding your clit to rub until you’ve calmed down. “good girl. y’ took all of it, hm? lovely,” satoru nearly collapses on top of you after the energy leaves his body, careful not to crush you underneath his weight.

he doesn’t bother to pull out. he keeps his cum plugged into you—relishing the moment of ecstasy. even if he can’t fully breed you now, he’ll wait until the day he can.

“i love you, wifey,” satoru kisses your temple, tiredly giggling at the nickname he gave you. in his mind, you are already his one and only woman.

his wife and partner for life.

#sttoru writes.#jjk smut #gojo smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x you #gojo x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x y/n

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frid4y · 3 months ago

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the big brick frat house that you always pass on your walks to class, seemingly silent during the day time. mainly because your class is at 8 am sharp. but the loud party music and sound of drunk college kids buzzing in your ear after 10 pm every night never goes unnoticed.

you've been inside a few times, always during a party, and while you were on the verge of blackout drunk. your memory is very faint on the boys in the frat, only knowing of the most notorious, satoru gojo. he's the apparently typical whore, the rumors of him fucking everything in sight swirling around. you never took the time to listen, it wasn't any of your business.

until you met him at one of his parties. you got a vibe from him, and it didn't scream slut. although his attempt of it was painfully obvious. the subtle attempts to talk about how rich he was, how he's always partying with girls, how everyone is dying to hang out with him, how "experienced" he was..if this was his way of attracting women, they must all be fucking idiots. and you mayy be one of 'em.

it wasn't until you were in his obnoxiously large bedroom, straddling his muscular thighs in an intense make out session that you realized.. "he's anything but a whore, he's a little virgin..” what made it obvious? his nervousness when you entered his bedroom, his inability to figure out where on your body to keep his hands, and the wet patch forming at the front of his jeans. he came in his pants, just from kissing you.

"o-okay.. i may have exaggerated.. but i can figure it out! i'm a fast learner! just s-show me what to do.." he stammers out, the space between his brows creasing as he stares up at your expression. you giggle at his flustered reaction, i mean.. it was obvious to anyone who paid enough attention past the facade.

"it's okay... for now, just sit there and look pretty. k?" you say, your fingers at the hem of his shirt, lifting it off his upper body. he obediently nods while watching his t-shirt quickly be thrown somewhere in his room. fuck, you were gonna have fun with him.

and that you did. his loud incoherent moans and whimpers about how good your pussy feels. satoru lays under you, his eyes glazed over as he stares into yours as you ride him. he keeps his hands on your hips to guide you up and down his length, seeing how it was a struggle to get his thick cock inside you. it's always the virgins, isn't it?

“n-nghh, so good..fuck I cantt—be gentle..” satoru whines, his toes curling at the newfound pleasure he’s experiencing. his fingers dig into your skin as he babbles on, his mind foggy and only focused on the feeling of you wrapped around him. his white lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

his delirious words of encouragement trail into soft moans as his grip slips from your hips to your thighs, using his big hands to guide you along his dick again. his abs flex as he feels your cunt clenching around him, causing his lips to part in pure desire and arousal.

satoru’s moans get louder at every roll and bounce of your hips. his brain is genuinely fried, reduced to base instinct. he whimpers as you slow your movements, feeling every inch of his cock while it throbs inside you. “shit.. j-just like t-that. i’m gonna c-cum baby—don’t stop..” his voice gets higher as his eyes get low and glossy.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck—” is the last thing you hear before you feel his cum fill you, his cock twitching inside you and his hips bucking up to chase the feeling. such weak pullout game. satoru lies there, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

“i think i love you-“

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woniedarlin · 24 days ago

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I love the bf! enha yapper x listener. May I request bf! enha where the reader is sulking and the members are consoling her

Sulked and Soothed

pairing: boyfriend! enhypen x fem! reader

caution: This fic contains excessive amounts of sulking 😙

author's note: Thank you for the request anonie!! I’m so sorry it took so long. I hope you all enjoy it. Happy reading! ♡

permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy @firstclassjaylee @ijustwannareadstuff20

HEESEUNG

You were upstairs, curled up by the window, and sulking….no, wallowing. Because Heeseung, your boyfriend, who was supposed to understand you the most, had ultimately dismissed your feelings earlier. You had been genuinely upset about something, and instead of taking it seriously, he had just laughed. You were so frustrated. So, to prove a point, you kicked him out of the shared house. Dramatic? Maybe. Justified? Absolutely.

Now, you sat by the open window, arms crossed, refusing to acknowledge the traitor currently standing outside on the lawn. Because, of course, Heeseung didn’t just leave. That would be too easy. No. Instead, he had decided to stand dead center…

With a boombox.

And he was singing.

“AND IIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUU”

Your soul left your body.

“LEE HEESEUNG, WHAT THE ACTUAL-”

he was belting.

loud.

painfully and purposely off-key.

“Oh my god,” you groaned and yelled. “Please tell me you’re not doing this!”

‘’CAN’T HEAR YOU, BABY! THE MUSIC’S TOO LOUD”

“YOU’RE WAKING THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD.”

“Good!” Heeseung grinned. “They need to know my suffering.”

You wanted to disappear. Your window was wide open. You could feel the judgmental stares of imaginary people at you. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse…It got worse. Because then? He switched songs. A slow, romantic ballad started playing, and before you could even process it, Heeseung, your insane boyfriend,

sank to one knee.

and sang-

“CAUSE ALL OF ME! LOVES ALL OF YOU!”

You grabbed your pillow and launched it out the window.

He dodged. Smirked. “Missed me.”

“I AM THIS CLOSE TO ENDING YOU.”

“Then come down and do it.”

Oh.

Your eye twitched.

Heeseung, still kneeling, gave you that lovesick gaze. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said. “I shouldn’t have brushed you off. I get why you’re mad. And I swear I’ll listen properly next time.”

You glared. “Next time?”

“I mean-” He coughed. “There won’t be a next time! Because I’ve learned my lesson!”

Well…you were tired of sulking. With a groan, you pushed yourself up, stomped to the door, and went downstairs.

“EVEN WHEN I LOSE, I’M WINNINGGG”

You ripped the door open. “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.”

He cut off mid-note. “Oh, thank God. My knees were starting to hurt.”

You pointed at the boombox. “And what even is that?”

He turned it off and set it down carefully. “Found it in the garage. Thought it would be romantic.”

You let out a long sigh before finally meeting his eyes. Heeseung was still kneeling on the ground, looking up at you with the softest, most adoring expression you’d ever seen. “…You do sound good when you sing,” you muttered.

Heeseung’s grin widened instantly. “I knew it.” He got up in one swift motion until he could slip his arms around your waist and pull you into him. “Forgive me?” he asked and kissed your temple.

Fine. He won this round.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” he murmured while nudging his nose against your hair.

“…Only if you promise to never, ever do that again.”

“No promises, babe.” He reached past you to grab the boombox. “This might come in handy next time.”

You shot him a glare. “If you bring that thing inside, I’m locking you out again.”

Heeseung laughed and threw an arm over your shoulder as he led you back in. “Noted. I’ll hide it somewhere you won’t find it.”

You rolled your eyes as he shut the door behind you and pulled you closer.

You knew this wouldn’t be the last time this would happen.

JAY

It started with betrayal. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. Jay had done something…something unforgivable. (Okay, maybe not that unforgivable, but still.) And now, in your fury, you had stolen his prized possession.

His beloved leather jacket.

You strutted around the house in it, arms crossed, chin high, making a point of looking better in it than he ever had. Meanwhile, Jay was sprawled out on the couch, watching you. “You’re committing to this, huh?”

You huffed as you flicked your hair over your shoulder. “I deserve to wear it after what you did.”

His lips twitched. “Right. And what exactly did I do again?”

Your eyes narrowed. “You know what you did.”

He bit back a smile. “Oh, of course. My bad.”

You shot him a look before flipping the collar up dramatically. “Well, since I’m suffering here, I’m keeping this.”

Jay tilted his head,

And then, he smirked.

“Damn,” he said and stretched his arms behind his head. “You look good in it. Maybe you should keep it.”

You froze.

That was not the reaction you had planned for.

“What?”

Jay shrugged. “I mean, it suits you. Almost like it was made for you.”

Your brain is short-circuited.

This was supposed to be revenge. You were supposed to be tormenting him.

Not… whatever this was.

Suspicious, you added. “You don’t even care that I took it?”

“Nope,” he said quickly. “I kinda like seeing you in my clothes.”

Your cheeks burned. “That’s not the point, Jay.”

“Isn’t it?”

Ugh. Why was he like this?

Still sulking, you plopped down on the couch, arms crossed. Jay watched you for a moment, then, with an annoyingly soft chuckle, wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You done being mad at me yet?” he murmured.

You let out a sigh. “TBD.”

Jay laughed as he pressed a quick, warm kiss to your lips. “Alright, take your time.”

And just like that…

You almost forgot what you were mad about.

JAKE

It started with a mistake. A thoughtless mistake. Jake had forgotten something important. And now, you were sulking.

Correction: you were sulking so hard that you had locked yourself in the bedroom.

Jake had knocked at least ten times.

“Babe?”

Silence.

“Okay, I know you can hear me.”

More silence.

Jake sighed. “Fine. If you don’t talk to me, I’ll just-”

A small slip of paper suddenly slid under the door.

You reached for it and unfolded it.

In his messy handwriting, it read:

“I’M SORRY :(”

You scoffed. Does he think one sad face is enough?

You placed the note aside and went back to sulking.

Five minutes later…

Another note.

“I REALLY MEAN IT :(((”

Another five minutes.

“PLEASE FORGIVE ME? :((( I WILL DO ANYTHING.”

You rolled your eyes. Anything?

Still, you stayed silent.

Jake sighed. “Okay. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Then, music started playing.

Sad music.

You perked up, recognizing the song. Through the door, Jake sang along, pouring his entire heart into the lyrics. You hated to admit it, but… his voice was pleasant. Still, you weren’t ready to forgive him just yet. Another song started. But this time…It was cheerful.

Too cheerful.

And then-

You choked.

Was he rapping Eminem?

“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy-”

You covered your mouth to keep from laughing.

“There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti.” he rapped horribly, adding the worst beatboxing noises known to man. It was so bad, so stupidly bad, that your body betrayed you.

A giggle slipped out.

Jake immediately stopped.

“Wait. Was that… was that a laugh?”

You cleared your throat. “No.”

“Yes, it was,” he sang. “I heard that.”

“…No, you didn’t.”

“Baaaabe,” he whined. “Come on, I made a fool of myself out here.”

You hesitated, and then, finally, you unlocked the door. The second it clicked open, Jake pushed inside and engulfed you in a hug. “I missed you,” he mumbled into your hair.

You sighed. “I was only gone for, like, thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, but that’s like ten years in boyfriend time.”

You rolled your eyes, but your arms found their way around him anyway.

Jake grinned. “Soooo… I’m forgiven?”

You huffed. “No.”

But with the way you were smiling into his chest?

Yeah. He was forgiven.

SUNGHOON

Sunghoon messed up. You hadn’t spoken a word in the last ten minutes of the car ride. Not a sigh. Not a hum. Complete silence. And Sunghoon, being Sunghoon, knew he was so screwed. Then, the worst thing happened. You turned to him blankly and said, “Pull over.”

His hands tightened around the wheel. “Wait. What?”

“Pull. Over.”

Sunghoon panicked. “Babe, listen, let’s just talk-”

“NOW.”

Okay, yeah. You meant business.

With a resigned sigh, he turned toward the curb and parked the car.

But what he wasn’t expecting…

was for you to swing open the door, step out, and start walking away.

In heels.

Sunghoon’s jaw dropped. “Are you…baby!”

You didn’t even spare him a glance. One foot in front of the other, heels clicking against the pavement, eyes fixed forward. Sunghoon, still in shock, leaned over to the passenger seat, watching you go. “Are you seriously doing this right now?”

Again, no response.

His head thudded against the steering wheel.

And yet, here he was. Driving at a walking pace, following you down the street with his window rolled down.

For fifteen minutes.

At first, he tried apologizing.

“Okay, okay, I get it! I messed up! But baby, PLEASE get back in the car!”

Nothing.

Then, he tried reasoning.

“Look, I swear I didn’t mean to. Can we talk about this inside the car? Where there’s air conditioning? And no chance of you breaking an ankle?”

Still, nothing.

Then, he threatened.

“I will physically carry you back inside.”

You kept walking.

Sunghoon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my god.”

People were staring.

A group of teenagers stood at the corner, pointing and whispering to each other. Even an older man with a dog shot Sunghoon a disapproving look. This was officially the worst day of his life. And yet, he still wouldn’t leave you alone. “Okay,” he pleaded. “You win, alright? Just… please, baby, let me drive you home.”

Silence.

“…I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

Nothing.

“I’ll let you pick the next date.”

Nope.

“I’ll never steal your fries again.”

…Okay.

You stopped.

Sunghoon held his breath.

You turned slightly, just enough for him to see your raised eyebrow.

“…Swear?”

Sunghoon nodded immediately. “On my life. On my ancestors. On my future children’s inheritance.”

You eyed him for a second longer. Then, you turned around and walked back to the car. Sunghoon, relieved, unlocked the door so fast he nearly broke the button. The second you slid into the passenger seat, he exhaled deeply and gripped the wheel.

“…Are you still mad?”

You crossed your arms, looking out the window.

“…Maybe.”

Sunghoon gulped. “Okay. Cool. Great.”

This was going to be a long ride home.

SUNOO

Sunoo had never known actual suffering… Until today. You were mad. Not the fake pout kind of mad, where you just wanted him to baby you. Not the playful, sulking kind of angry, where he had to smother you with affection until you caved.

No.

You were the worst kind of mad. Silent treatment mad. Sunoo had never experienced this before. And frankly? He hated it. You hadn’t spoken to him all day. Not one word. This morning, when he greeted you, you walked past him. At lunch, when he sighed, “I’m starving,” just to get a reaction, you didn’t even blink. And when he poked your cheek, flashing his sweetest smile…you swatted his hand away.

That was when he knew-

Oh. This is serious.

But Sunoo wasn’t one to give up so easily.

If you were going to be stubborn, then OK. He’d have to outdo you.

Phase One: Puppy Eyes

First, he tried his biggest weapon.

The Puppy Eyes™.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, pretending he didn’t exist. So Sunoo sat across you, propping his chin on his hands. He stared. Big, round eyes. Mouth slightly pouted.

But you ignored him.

What.

You didn’t even spare him a glance?

Unacceptable.

Okay. Fine. Time for Plan B.

Phase Two: Physical Affection Attack

Sunoo launched himself onto your lap. He wrapped his arms around you.

You froze. But you still didn’t say anything. Not even a “Sunoo, get off.”

Sunoo gasped. “You won’t even insult me?! Do you know how serious this is?”

Silence.

Sunoo groaned. Okay. Fine. Time for the final stage.

Phase Three: Ultimate Suffering Mode

If words wouldn’t work, and affection wouldn’t work-

Then, it was time for desperate measures.

Sunoo stood up, took a deep breath, and collapsed onto the floor.

“Goodbye, world,” he announced loudly.

Huh?

“I can’t go on like this,” he continued. “She won’t even look at me. What is the point of life?”

You exhaled sharply through your nose.

Sunoo’s eyes snapped open.

Was that a laugh?

He sat up immediately, hope rekindled.

“BABY!” He grabbed your hands. “You still love me, right? Say it! Say it, or I’ll keep going!”

You rolled your eyes.

But then

Finally

You broke.

“…Act normal for once,” you muttered.

Sunoo gasped. “YOU SPOKE TO ME!” He threw his arms around you, hugging you so tight you nearly fell over.

You groaned, trying to push him away. “Okay, okay! Get off me!”

“NEVER!” Sunoo is clinging harder. “You’re stuck with me forever, baby~”

JUNGWON

It started as a joke. Jungwon had the audacity to side with someone else during a ridiculous debate if pineapple belongs on pizza was acceptable. And even though he was clearly wrong (in your very justified opinion), he doubled down just to mess with you. So, naturally, you retaliated. By blocking him. On everything.

Phone? Blocked. Instagram? Blocked. Messaging apps? Blocked. Even his email (just to be extra.)

Jungwon figured you’d cool down in an hour or so, but when the sun set and he was still blocked? Okay, this is serious. Since he couldn’t text or call, he had to get creative. The next morning, you woke up to an unexpected email from an unfamiliar sender. Subject line:

“A Plea for Mercy”

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you clicked. Inside was the most dramatic apology letter you’d ever seen, complete with excessive formal language:

“Dearest and Most Magnificent Love of My Life,”

“I come before you today a humbled and regretful man. It has come to my attention that I have deeply wronged you, and as such, I have been stripped of my most valued privilege: direct contact with you. I write this letter in desperate hopes that you will hear my plea and grant me the mercy of unblocking me.”

Attached was a PowerPoint presentation titled:

“Why You Should Forgive Your Loving Boyfriend”

You opened it, and the first slide simply read:

Slide 1: “Because I Love You. Next Slide.”

The next few slides were just ridiculously cute pictures of Jungwon with captions like:

• Would you really abandon this face? 🥺

• Think about all the funny memes I could be sending you right now.

• You’re literally my entire world. How can my world block me?

The last slide just had three words:

“I’m sorry, baby.”

You stared at the screen, fighting back a smile. Ugh. He’s so annoying. But also… really sweet.

You sighed, picked up your phone, and unblocked him.

Not even a second later, a call came through.

“I KNEW IT!” Jungwon’s voice rang out the moment you answered. “I KNEW YOU COULDN’T RESIST ME.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t push it, Jungwon.”

“I’d never,” he said, not even trying to hide his grin. “Now… about that pizza debate-”

You groaned. “Do you want to be blocked again?”

His laugh was loud. “Okay, okay! I take it back! Pineapple belongs wherever you say it does, my love.”

Yeah. He knew exactly how to win you over.

NI-KI

You had been too nice for too long. For weeks now, you had put up with Ni-ki’s competitiveness.

At video games? He crushed you.

At basketball? He blocked all your shots.

At board games? He won, then did a full victory dance on the table.

At just dance?

Oh, he didn’t just win.

He humiliated you.

Not only did he perfect every move, but he dared to turn to you mid-song and go-

“Babe, you good?”

That was the last straw. So, naturally, you did what any reasonable person would do. You stole all of his shoes.

Every. Single. Pair.

And when Ni-ki went to get his shoes before heading out

He found nothing.

Just an empty shoe rack.

Immediately, he froze. Then, he whipped around, eyes wide. “…Babe?”

No answer.

Ni-ki searched the whole house before finally finding you on the bed, surrounded by all his shoes.

Ni-ki just stared.

Then, very slowly, he exhaled. “Okay.”

He walked in and flopped down next to you. “Alright, I get it. I deserved this,” he admitted, throwing an arm over his face. “I have been humbled.”

You huffed.

Silence.

Then-

“…But can I have my Jordans back?”

You turned and glared.

Ni-ki immediately sat up. “Wait, wait! Actually, no. You know what? Keep them. I’m a changed man.”His lips pressed together. He tried to fight back a smirk. “Wow. This must be what true defeat feels like.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, now you understand?”

He nodded solemnly. “Yep. It’s all so clear now.”

You squinted. “You’re just saying that to get your shoes back.”

Ni-ki gasped. Fake betrayal. “I would never.”

You held up his Jordans.

Ni-ki immediately sat up straighter. “Wait. Be careful-”

You smirked. “Maybe I should hide them for another week.”

His eyes widened in panic. “Okay, OKAY! I SURRENDER!”

Without warning, Ni-ki lunged. You shrieked, trying to escape, but he was too fast. He tackled you onto the bed, trapping you under his arms as he snatched his Jordans back. Then, he started tickling you. You burst out laughing, kicking and writhing. “NI-KI, STOP!”

Ni-ki grinned. “Say I’m the best boyfriend ever, and I’ll consider it.”

Through laughter, you shoved at him. “NEVER!”

Ni-ki smirked. “Wrong answer.”

And so, you paid the price.

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rqnarok · 4 months ago

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worst!logan losing his last bit of self-control.

smut, mdni! fem!reader. worst!wolverine. unprotected p in v. size kink.

logan howlett is a decent neighbor, you think. sometimes he might smell like alcohol when you meet him, but still, he’s moderate, respectful, and minds his own business. always got something yet nothing going on. the only thing is, he’s hot. hot and older. way older than you with those wrinkles and greying stubble on his face.

wade told you he doesn’t have a girlfriend nor has he ever once brought back a girl to their shared space, let alone even mentioned one. you thought that this little crush on him would go away like any other—it does not. so then you begin dropping hints that you find him attractive, by wearing your tightest piece of clothing, brushing your ass against him in the laundry room, and even leaving one of your pink cottoned panties to mix in with his clothes.

the same logan howlett never takes the bait.

you begin to suspect that perhaps he simply doesn't think you're attractive, or worse, that he thinks you're a creep. doesn’t take long for you to stuff your girl crush into your chest cavity.

it was when you were cradling your laundry basket back to your room when you caught a glimpse of logan trying to open the locks to his apartment, back from his morning run.

you pad closer to ask him if he needs any clothes washed. logan’s back is still turned from you while he searches for the right lock.

“need any clothes washed, logan? i’m starting a load up for the day.” you question all while eyeing the movement of back muscle underneath his sweat-soaked shirt.

he finally turns to you and starts to respond, “uh- don’t think so—” before he stops his sentence midway when he sees what you’re wearing.

“‘s that mine?” his voice sounds hoarse in your ear.

oh, yeah. it’s his customized t-shirt that is long enough to cover your shorts. the t-shirt wade and blind al got him for his birthday as a half-fuckin’ joke. the one that has his name in bold at the back of it. you notice he’s staring lowly at the fabric—waiting for your answer.

you look downwards, “o-oh, yeah. sorry. i was doing laundry and found this in the hamper. my clothes are already in the wash. hope that’s… okay?”

you sound docile and small as though a deer caught in the headlights. christ. what were you thinking, wearing your neighbor’s shirt without his permission. the same neighbor that may think you’re a weirdo. you try to hide your humiliation by shifting—playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

within three big steps, he’s on you. the sound he makes is somewhere between a growl and a snarl, almost animal-like. how or when you both ended up on the floor of his living room is unknown to you. you're on your knees, rubbing your cheek against the carpet as his gaze burns between your legs. only left in his shirt. your shorts and panties are scattered all over the place. when you move your hips backwards, you're silently pleading with him to do something—anything.

he gives the flesh of your bottom a heavy slap that has your hole clenching around nothing, “be good now, doll.” is all you hear before the sting leaves a burning red mark. he calms you down by placing his palm over the back of your his shirt.

you hear a noise behind you before you feel the head of his tip onto your folds—making you release a high-pitched whine into the air. logan, too, groans at the contact, kneading the fat of your hips before he presses forward painfully slow. you whimper into your own palm, another hand reaching back to touch him, feeling warm all over. your pussy pulses trying to fit his large girth inside your heat.

“i know, bunny. ‘m almost there. thaaaa’s it.” you’re crying with relief when you feel logan’s balls meet your skin—a sign that he’s all the way in.

logan lets out an animalistic sound seeing you speared open on his cock, his name across your back, and you babbling stuff like “so b-big, logan…”

he pulls back just to sink in again, slowly. logan sets a pace that has you trying to buck your hips back to meet his hips. he lays a large palm in the middle of your back, just under the word ‘logan’, keeping you pinned down on the carpet. giving you no choice but to take what he gives you.

“f-fuck. such a pretty fuckin girl. gonna give ya’ what you deserve, yeah?” it manages to get hotter when he bends his right leg to slide in deeper, reaching your sweet spot. “rite’ there, logan…!” you slur mindlessly.

he only chuckles at the act before taking both of your smaller wrists into one of his hands—pressing them tightly at your back—forcing you into an arch.

“needed this real bad, huh, sweet’art? don’t ya' worry. always gonna be here from now on. no need to fucking wear those tiny tops t’get my attention again.”

“mhm!” you reply without a second thought. too oblivious to the fact that you’ve been drooling all over the carpet and to the fact that you’ve been caught. logan gives a deep relief sigh at how compliant you’ve become just from his thick cock.

your high comes hard and fast leaving you sobbing out phrases of please and logan. logan is not far behind—burying himself deeper as he can—and comes inside with a profound ‘oh fuck.’

he trails kisses on your face until he reaches your lips. logan pulls himself out with an obscene sound and watches his cum stream down your thighs. leaving small traces on the floor that he knows he’ll have to clean later before his roommate yells in his ear.

logan pats your back affectionately and pulls you until you’re lying soundly on his chest, “don’t think y’re gonna do any laundry today, dolly.”

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #deadpool and wolverine #logan howlett smut #worst wolverine #worst logan #worst!wolverine #logan by nina <3

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kunazz · 7 months ago

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WEEK ONE: GOJO SATORU — [blindfold]

tags: boypussy gojo, squirting, shaking, blindfolding, gojo calling reader “daddy”, top male reader

summary: gojo always wears a blindfold, but you prefer it when you see his tears soak through it.

a/n: why is this so BADDDD I promise it’s bc uni is giving me assignments and doing that on top of this is BONE CRACKING. may take a small break and slow down..

“oh god!— daddy fuck!” gojo practically screams as his nails scratch at your chest, the feeling of your fat cock stretching out his tight pussy was enough to make his eyes roll back, tears soaking the cloth of his blindfold. you think gojo looks so pretty like this, all broken and weeping, his pretty pussy clenching so hard on your cock as if he was begging to keep you there.

his clit is throbbing painfully, and if he wasn’t such a good boy he’d definitely be rubbing hard circles on the sensitive nub, allowing his pending orgasm to crash into him faster, he’s already came around three times, two of them causing him to squirt — gojo almost thought he’d pass out after that, but when he felt your wet cock moving inside him again, pressing against the soft walls of his pussy just nicely, he knew he had to be awake.

“daddy? that’s a new one” you said softly, hissing when you felt your cock drive deeper into gojo’s cunt, body trembling just a little. you’re no better than him, your orgasm was so close, and you’ve been holding it back for a while now, edging yourself to make sure gojo is getting the best experience — he always came first.

you gently run your hands over gojo’s torso, your fingers light touches contrasted the way your cock thrusted into his pussy, and it drove gojo crazy, he wasn’t expecting you to be so rough and gentle at the same time, it was mind breaking and almost too much to handle — but gojo always handled it, he always took everything like a good boy and you made sure he knew that.

“taking it so well baby..g’na cum inside you soon” you groaned, your fingers finally playing with gojo’s clit, and you took pleasure in watching his back arch and his eyes go wide, he looked beautiful like this, trembling and on the verge of screaming, you could tell he was about to cum, just from the way his body stilled and tensed.

and soon enough you felt it, the gush of fluid spraying on your abdomen once again, your cock inevitably slipping out of gojo’s pussy, rubbing between his folds as he squirted, your tip bumping his clit. gojo’s squeals felt like music to your ears, and the way his thighs trembled violently you couldn’t hold back from gripping them, fingers squeezing into the soft muscle hard enough to bruise. you liked that, making gojo so cock dumb that he’d feel the remnants of everything that occurred the next day, until he was fidgeting every time he sat down because his clit was so sensitive.

“fuck- oh fuck..can’t take it anymore..” gojo slurred, his eyes rolling back as his body twitched, he was so overstimulated, and as your cock slipped back inside him he couldn’t even protest, his hands just weakly resting on your lower abdomen, a signal to get you to go slow. you complied, your hips thrusting back into gojo slowly, groaning when you were finally encompassed by that warm, wet heat once more.

“that’s it baby, g’na fill you up now ‘kay?” you mumbled, your hands gripping at gojo’s hips so you could thrust into him faster, you’ve been holding off this orgasm for ages, and now it was coming closer, there was no way you could hold it back now. you were quick to press you lips against gojo’s, your tongue slipping into his mouth as your cock pulsed inside him, finally spilling your seed and cumming inside him. it was a bone crushing orgasm, better than heaven himself as your thrusts came to a slow stop, riding out your high and relishing in the warmth that gojo brought you.

“holy fuck, that was..” gojo huffed, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he finally removed the tear stained blindfold, his eyes wet with tears that were starting to dry up.

“amazing..that was amazing..” you muttered, a lazy smile creeping onto your face as you layed against gojo, there was something so nice about post sex, maybe it was the tiredness, but it was nice, as if your body was levitating.

you’re definitely gonna both be feeling this tomorrow.

#xan writes !#kinktober:kunaz24 #x male reader #male reader #male y/n #top male reader #x top male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #gojo satoru #bottom gojo #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jjk x male reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut

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f1angelz · 9 months ago

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𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 — lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando has been fed up with Y/N’s bratty attitude, unfortunately for her, he finally bursts out.

content warning: (non proofread) smut, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, heavy degradation, spanking, swearing (literally starts under the cut), unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, and a hint of fluff at the end!

guys pls don’t bully me this is the first time i’ve written a full smut fic 😔 if you aren’t into hardcore shit this is your final warning to leave!

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“You fucking bitch.” As soon as the door was slammed shut, Lando grips her by the neck from behind, turning her around to face him.

“I’ve had enough of your fucking attitude, and your act earlier was the last straw.” His jaw clenched out of frustration and looked her dead in the eyes.

A few hours ago, they went on a date and it was scorching hot. Y/N wasn’t a big fan of the heat— it made her super annoyed, and annoyed she was for the whole entirety of their date.

Lando tried to be patient, trying his best to attend to her needs even if some were out of reach.

And here she was, giving Lando puppy eyes in hopes of him having mercy.

Lando dragged her to the bedroom, “O-ow! Lando, that hurts!” Y/N winced, her body being forced to follow his harsh actions.

“Now you decide to fucking speak after giving me silent treatment on the way home?” He slams her on the bed and she whines, still giving him puppy eyes.

“Those eyes aren’t gonna work on me, fucking bitch.” He aggressively pushes his lips into hers, teeth clashing and tongues fighting. Y/N tries to pull away, but Lando is quick enough to grip her cheeks to restrain her from doing so.

When Lando finally pulls away, she takes this as an opportunity to catch her breath.

“W-wait!” Y/N pleads as he practically rips off her shorts and top, leaving her in her underwear. He, too takes off his shirt and pants also leaving him in his underwear.

“Shut up.” Lando says under his breath, pushing her legs open. “Keep these legs fucking open, ‘kay?” He slaps her inner thigh, making her jolt at the sudden contact.

“Sit up.” He commands and Y/N obeys, resting her back against the headboard while keeping her legs open.

Lando lays on his stomach and positions himself in front of her pussy.

Gently, he placed kisses on her inner thigh while his free hand teased the other.

Y/N’s breaths were stuttering, feeling ticklish at his touch. She wanted more— she needed more.

“Lando please..” She croaked out in a soft, trembling voice, afraid of what his response may be. “Please what? Hmm?” He taunts, looking up at her.

He pulls away from her thigh and focuses on inching closer to her pussy, a wet patch evidently marking on her underwear. Lando smirks, “Already so fucking wet? What a slut.” He mocks and slaps her pussy, earning a moan from the female. He watched the wet patch grew larger and Lando laughed even more.

He teases a finger on her clit, still keeping her underwear on. He licks on the wet patch and Y/N’s mouth hangs open. “P-please..” She begs in a small voice.

Lando pulls her underwear to the side to reveal her wet, desperate pussy. He brings his finger to her clit, rubbing it in painfully slow circles. Y/N looks at him, biting her lip out of frustration.

“Look at this pussy.. So fucking wet, so desperate for me. Yeah? Isn’t that right?” Lando looks at her, applying pressure on her clit. She nods, accepting the fact that she was desperate for his touch.

Unsatisfied with her answer, he slaps her pussy once more. “Speak when you’re spoken to.” Y/N lets out a moan, almost a scream from how sensitive she is. “F-fuck, yes! Fuck p-please, I need your fingers.”

Lando, feeling a tinge of sympathy, removes her underwear to fully reveal her pussy. He teases her entrance with his finger, coating it with her wetness.

Y/N pushes herself down onto his fingers, in attempt to feel stretched out by at least just one finger.

“Needy little bitch. That’s what you want? Fine, fuck yourself on my fingers.” Lando sits up and gets on his knees, finger still inside her.

Y/N, left with no choice yet with such desperation, obeys and starts fucking herself on his digits.

She moans out, and even louder when he adds another and curls it inside her. Lando rubs her clit with his thumb, making her go crazy. “Sh-shit, that feels so good.” She manages to say between her shaky moans.

She picks up the pace, slowly feeling a knot form in her abdomen.

“I’m gonna c-cum, please let me cum.” Y/N begs, looking at Lando.

“You aren’t cumming yet.” He pulls out his fingers and pushes her down on the bed, then aggressively pulls her legs closer to his face to eat her out.

He sinks down onto her, licking a long stripe then stopping at her clit to suck it.

Y/N cries out, finally taking in what she’s been craving for. Lando sucks harder upon hearing her moans, then shoving two fingers in her.

Her jaw hangs open, unable to produce another sound from all the pleasure her body is receiving. Eventually, she feels a familiar sensation in her abdomen— causing her thighs to tighten around Lando’s head.

Lando pushes her legs down and looks up at her, pulling away from her pussy.

Y/N whines, the feeling of pleasure being ripped away from her once more.

Lando gets on his knees and takes her by the waist, aggressively turning her around to put her in all fours.

“P-please..” Was all she could say, “Ass up.” He places a hard slap on her ass and she jolts.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Two slaps were given, and tears were starting to form in the corners of her eyes— overwhelmed and overstimulated from everything that was happening.

Pissed off, Lando grabbed her hair and shoved her head in the pillows with no remorse. Y/N hiccuped, tears streaming down her face.

Lando gets rid of his underwear, freeing his dick from the restraints. He gives her ass a firm squeeze before shoving his dick in her with no warning, forcefully fitting his thick cock.

Y/N practically screams at the sudden action, the first thrust hitting her cervix causing her tears to shed even more.

“Where’s the bratty little bitch from earlier? Hmm?” Lando asks in a demeaning tone, his rhythm going faster. “I-I’m so— s-sorry, baby p-please!” She sobs out, regretting all she has done— but it was definitely too late.

He slaps her ass again, but this time much harder. Y/N was helpless, gripping on the pillows like her life depended on it. With every thrust, her body was starting to become limp.

Her mind wasn’t processing anything. Only sobs, moans, and whines were coming out of her mouth— her poor pussy severely overstimulated.

Lando pulls her hair, causing her head to jerk upwards. “Fucked out that little brain of yours?”

She doesn’t answer, only sobbing and moaning from the pleasure. “S-sorry, baby I’m s— s-sorry! I wanna cum pl-lease!” She managed to say in between sobs, catching her breath.

He lets go of her hair, limp body falling down on the bed like a rag doll. Lando lets out a laugh, picking up the pace even more.

Y/N’s voice was growing hoarse from all cries and screams she was letting out, and she knew Lando wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

The knot in her abdomen forms again for the third time, and she secretly hoped that it would finally release for that night.

“C-cum.. I’m gon— gonna c-cum!” She cries even harder, the pillows visibly wet from her tears and sweat.

“Hmm? The little bitch is gonna cum?” Lando mocks, his thrust going at an ungodly pace. His grip on her hips tighten, pushing it down for him to go even deeper.

“Go cum.” With Lando’s command, Y/N’s most awaited release comes instantly, pleasure immediately washing over her.

He pulls out, her juices gushing out of her entrance. Y/N’s legs shake, her body completely surrendering to collapse. Eyes were half lidded, breaths still shaky and tears were still flowing ever so slightly.

Lando takes a look at her state and a wave of regret instantly surges over his mind.

He sinks beside her on the bed, taking her in his arms. He rests her head on his chest, stroking her hair.

“You s-still love me, right..?” She croaks out, sniffling as she looked up to meet his eyes.

Lando, with a concerned look on his face, wipes her remaining tears away. “My love, I will always love you. I didn’t mean to be so aggressive, especially with my words. I’m sorry baby.” He looks at her endearingly, moving her hair away from her face.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, scanning her body for any bruises. “My ass hurts..” She whines, turning her body slightly to show the red marks he previously made.

“My poor baby.” He pouts and grazes his hand over the marks, making Y/N wince.

“Do you want me to draw you a bath, or would you like to stay like this for a little more?” Lando places a hand on her cheek, stroking it lightly.

“We can stay like this for a while.” She takes his hand on her cheek, intertwining it with her hand.

After a few minutes, Y/N dozed off— embraced in her lover’s arms.

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porcalinecunt · 2 months ago

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ouh ouh ouh!!! my love for jean is coming back full force.... maybee jean with virgin!ftm reader... corrupting reader with maybe some size kink n breeding.... n whatever else you wanna add!!! (>^ω^<)

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 ♡

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 jean’s pervy behavior has always gone unchecked by your denial of his painfully obvious crush on you, so what happens when the both of you are finally alone?

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JEAN KIRCHSTEIN X MALE!READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader , dubcon , loss of virginity , corruption , size kink , breeding , faux sympathy , dumbification , ooc jean , hella self indulgent , reader is dumb as rocks

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] after suffering from post-japan jetlag and insomnia, i’m happy to be writing again! especially for my hubby wubby jean :3 requests may be slow to pump out so please be patient with meee! tysm nonie for requesting this, i got sooo into it <33

naivety, your greatest flaw yet the very object of affection from most of your male peers.

even your best friend, jean, who’s brain practically rots away at the thought of being the one to pop your cherry. steal your virginity and maybe your heart while he’s at it, he’s want to claim you as his own couldn’t have been more obvious to those outside sneaking peeks.

the way he practically eye-fucks you, to his possessiveness towards you, hell, the way he shows physical affection is enough to have everyone mistaking the both of you as a couple. you really thought a gentle squeeze of your hips or his whole arm wrapped around your waist was platonic. no way, he couldn’t have a real crush on you. he already has a line of girls ready to throw themselves onto him at the drop of a hat. he gets so much attention that you’re practically washed out of the conversation every single time.

yet the remarks about your body kept coming, one more explicit than the last. jean wouldn’t shut up even if you asked him to, if anything, he’d amp it up out of pure spite. he adored seeing you squirm next to him as he “jokingly” remarked about how soft your thighs were, how fuckable you looked in the miniskirts you adorned, how any guy would be lucky to fuck you.

again, you’d brush it all off. excuses would flood your head, trying to rationalize his behavior to shove under the label of being “platonic”. he’s just vulgar! he hasn’t had sex in a while! it’s only his humor!

justifications that’d grow weaker, fully shattering the moment the two of you were alone in your bedroom. it was supposed to be another chill night, a movie on the television screen in comfortable silence. it was, until you found your bestie’s hand resting on your thigh, squeezing the soft skin as his fingers ran dangerously close to the crotch area of your shorts.

“j-jean..?” you stuttered, unable to even look at him. you only got a chuckle in response.

“what? gettin’ all shy with me now?”

he leans closer to your ear, hell, his whole body was next to you. a tinge of fear mixed in with your confusion had you looking up at your friend, a face you only see him with when he stares at his next hookup. he isn’t going to . . .

“y’know, i really wasn’t joking when i said any guy would be lucky to fuck you. ♡”

you felt something creep down your underwear, he was dead serious.

“jean, wait—“

“shh, lemme just..” he cut himself off to plant his mouth onto the side of your neck, right in the space underneath your jawline. chills shot down your spin from the foreign feeling, you could barley think before you felt yourself practically yanked down against the sheets.

“oh, shit. you’re fuckin’ tiny babe, i might tear ya apart tonight..”

he wasn’t wrong in the slightest, compared to you, jean was huge. his arms caged your body and his legs pinned yours, it didn’t help that the guy had ridiculous strength, you were helpless under his grip.

“please..be gentle!” your voice quivered, how could you underestimate jean in bed? you knew him, watched girls practically stumble downstairs after a good hour with him.

in response, jean snapped his fingers in front of your face to grab your attention only to squeeze your cheeks together until your lips puckered. “oh i’ll be gentle for you, don’t you worry..” his tone was mean, enough to bring tears to your eyes. you could feel this man’s bulge growing bigger in his pants, begging to be stuffed in you. fuck, could you even take him?

the answer didn’t take long for it to show itself, or rather, stuff itself into your finger fucked cunt. the act itself already driving you mad as you dirted the sheets with your own slick and drops of lube jean quickly spread all over your quivering pussy. clothes have been long discarded, some even ripped off your body by him as he grew impatient.

you watched as jean nudged his leaking tip into you, a delicious yet painful burn made you grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white. “oh, fuck—fuck.” he swore underneath his breath as his girth practically stretched you out, inch by inch, sinking deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out. you watched jean’s chest rise and fall from how heavily he was breathing, as if to comprehend the position he’s in right now.

all those remarks paid off, a realization that painted a smirk on the brunette’s face. even more so once he took a good look at you. shock would be an understatement to describe what you were feeling besides his dick twitching in your cunt. both hands covering your mouth, face flushed and hot beyond what you’d normally expect with your eyes glued to the sight of jean’s naked body pressed up against yours. it’s something you could only imagine in a porno you’d get off with your pillow, a reality that your so called “friend” thrusted into your bedroom without warning.

you were so lost in your own thoughts that a harsh snap of his hips tore you out of your trance, a sharp pleasure made you jolt upwards. “ah?!—jean?!”

“feelin’ it too huh..?” he groans, not stopping his movement even as you squirmed uncontrollably underneath him. it was all too much, yet too good to stop now. the pain faded, leaving nothing but bolts of pleasure running through your body until the quite moans rose to full on mewls.

“o-oh shit! shit! w-wait, jean i!—“

“d’wa—i know baby, i know.” jean leaned down, whispering false reassurance against your swollen lips. “you’re gonna cum right? cum all over my fuckin’ dick?”

shit. you truly didn’t know nor could ever know how capable he was at this, simple words enough to make your weeping cunt twitch.

“i-i think so..” you trailed off, the feeling of an orgasm growing closer blanked out your mind. the man you once called your best friend crossed the line of no return, one where he has utterly broken you. fucked every drop of innocence and naivity that once drew him to you, only another cock hungry whore for him to fuck ‘n drop.

only difference is that there is no dropping you anytime soon or ever. no no, you were his friend, hell, best friend for as long as he can remember. no way he hit the jackpot only to leave you, it’d be a decision he’d refuse to make unlike with his other hookups. you were too precious, too good, too perfect. mewling about how close you were to cumming only made jean’s dick even harder.

“keep makin’ those pretty noises f’me ♡, maybe i’ll fill this pretty cunt..shit!”

his breathing grew shakey as you felt spurts of his hot seed shoot right into your womb, a feeling you couldn’t have imagined even in those perverse fantasies, suddenly coming true before you could comprehend it in that fucked out brain. “jeannn!” you whined, before your body twitched and a gush of white hot pleasure jolted you out of whatever daze you were in. you couldn’t see your cunt creaming around your friend’s girth, leaving a white ring right at the base and his dick wetter than the sea.

“look at you, all cute and ruined..all for me.”

jean mumbled through wispy rasps and moans, not stopping his hip movements much to your very confusion. “j-jean..?” you asked through fumbled words entangled with sighs of pleasure.

“aw baby, ‘thought we were done? i’ve yet to cum inside you. ♡”

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yrqrnc · 10 months ago

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biker!haechan as your boyfriend who you’re mad at (but are you, really?)

★: fluff fluff fluff fluff & a very sexy biker!lee haechan

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( 𝟔 : 𝟓𝟎 𝐩𝐦 )

“i know you’re mad at me angel, but please. hold onto me, or you’re gonna fall off.” your boyfriend pleads as he glances at you for a quick second through the rear-view mirror of his bike.

“no.”

your answer is simple and sweet bitter. a classic sign for him to know how upset you actually are at him, no matter how silly or random the reason may be.

and see, the thing is, in a room full of stubborn people, you would be superior. that is one thing both you and haechan have known for a long time.

so it didn’t matter how sweetly he talked to you right now, if you’re upset, you are upset.

“babe.”

you can hear the frustration in his voice, and that pisses you even more because, how can he be frustrated?

you are.

you were furious.

he was the one who had been all careless about driving on your way to the café by speeding and doing those careless stunts with his damned bike to apparently “show off his amazing skills”, and on top of that, he was also the one who then proceeded to smile a little too unnecessarily sweetly and be a little too unnecessarily friendly to the new pretty friend of chenle, whom you guys had met on your group hangout today.

of course, those were reasons to be mad.

right?

because he was quite shameless about it too. complimenting her right in front of your face and thinking you didn’t catch him side-eyeing you every 2 seconds to see your reaction everytime he interacted with her?

you found him utterly annoying.

most of the time, it was affectionately, but today, your patience had been running short and he had pushed your buttons too far.

your boyfriend was aware of that, and he thought it quite cute, actually.

however, riding the bike as his pillion rider while being on that current speed of the bike could be quite dangerous, and he only wanted to assure your safety in that moment.

“just focus on driving, haechan. i won’t fall off”

“baby, you will.”

“oh my god,” you groan out in annoyance. he really wouldn’t stop.

“i said i won’t. you know what? look—”

his consistent “hold on to me”s eventually get on your nerves in your already sour mood, and you decide it would be best to just prove it to him;

show him that nothing will happen at all—for once—so that he can shut his pretty mouth up and get you both home quietly and hopefully, try to then make it up to you there.

and to do just that, you start trying to completely detach your body from his.

you just saw absolutely no need to hold onto him like he was pushing you to do.

you let your hands fly in the air as you shift back on your seat, away from him, to show him that he’s overreacting and you’re really not going to—

it takes about half and a quarter second for the furious wind to hit you harshly, rolling in along with the fast velocity of the bike, and you’re almost sent flying back off the vehicle.

almost.

in that panicked state of mind, you latch onto haechan’s back instantly, grabbing onto him like your life depended on it.

and it did, actually, for a second there.

your mind becomes so frenzied for a moment; you almost missed how, the moment you shifted away from him, he slowed down and one of his hands immediately flew back to reach you, in an attempt to hold you and pull you back to keep you safe and steady.

then, there’s a moment of silence.

there’s a painfully long moment of silence; only the rumbles of the engine of the bike to be heard.

you try to process what had just happened and how you just quite literally just embarrassed yourself with all the confidence you had about around 10 seconds ago, while he takes his time to calm himself down and steady himself and the bike after knowing you’re still there behind him.

the loud quietness is humiliating until he finally breaks it.

“...are you okay?” his voice comes out a little shaky as if, after the initial panic, he’s now trying to bite back a laugh, and you know he’s looking at you through the bike’s mirror again, with that stupid smirk etched onto his face.

“yes.”

this time, too, somehow, your reply is short and bitter sweet, and biker!haechan finds you absolutely adorable as you very slowly sneak your hands up his chest from the back in a tight hold, sticking closer to him, while you try your absolute best to not face him.

only for your own safety purposes, of course.

because— fine, alright. maybe he was not all that wrong when he’d instructed you. you’d tried to prove him wrong, and nature had just done you the other way around.

and frustratingly, yet once again, he thinks you don’t hear him when he stifles a laugh right in front of you.

“shut up. don’t.”

you mumble out, in poor attempt to keep up with the anger instead of the embarrassment that was swallowing you up right now.

but you’re really just pouting in the backseat and your boyfriend knows that.

you don’t know whether you want to jump off this damned bike willingly yourself now, or if you want to hide your face in his back and never show yourself again.

“mm. didn’t, angel.”

and you hate how you can hear that cocky smile on his face without having to look at him as he speaks.

dumb, dumb, and stupidly hot lee donghyuck.

you loathe him, and both of you know how true that stands.

“are you hungry? we can grab some takeout from that place you liked last time.” his voice is sweet as it always is, as he suggests.

but your mind is still a fuzzy swirl of embarrassment and irritation at him from earlier, and it ends up speaking something completely against your actual wants.

“no i’m fine.”

“baby,” he smiles softly as he glances at you once more, “is that your anger talking or you?”

“…”

“you don’t want that beef soup ramen from that place?”

“no, i don’t.”

and he just knows from your tone that you’re sulking behind him as you say this, your mind screaming something else completely.

( ★ )

“you want something to drink too?”

haechan asks exactly 17 minutes later as you both stand to order your ramen and chicken wings.

what had you been mad at him about, again?

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atomicami · 2 months ago

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threesome with bfm!abby + her best friend sevika (aka me trying to make a crossover happen)

18+ only minors DNI

it honestly wasn’t planned, to say the least. before you left with your boyfriend to attend a friend’s birthday party, you had the courtesy of meeting his mother’s best friend, sevika.

“so this must be the not-so-lucky girlfriend, yeah?” she asks before turning her head to abby, to which she nods. “hey there, pretty girl. name’s sevika.” she says, offering her hand out to you.

you blush at the name she gives you and reach out to shake her hand. her palm had felt so large and warm in yours, almost like abby's, but maybe a little bit bigger. you let go of her hand, and you can't help but curiously look at her other arm, seeing that it’s entirely replaced with a metal prosthetic.

sevika catches your glance shifting and she looks down at her arm. "oh, this?" she says, looking back up at you. "i lost it about a decade ago, but i’m alright though. besides…” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “my other one still works just as good.” she says with a wink. you got the joke behind that, of course. but what you didn’t know was that you were going to be the one she’d use that hand on.

fast forward to now, and you’ve wound up in bed with two of the finest, most masculine women you could ever imagine yourself with. you’re trapped in between them, sitting in abby’s lap with your back against her chest while sevika was resting in between your legs and eating your pussy out in a painfully slow, yet rough manner.

“sevika, i said be gentle,” abby says from behind, gently caressing your breasts as she watches sevika’s movements. “i told you she’s sensitive.”

sevika grunts back at her, briefly removing her mouth off of your throbbing clit to speak to her. “where’s the fun in that, anderson?” she replies as she inserts a second finger into your soaked cunt, admiring how you squirmed and whined at her touch. “look at how much she likes it…pretty girl seems to be enjoying herself from the looks of it.”

while abby and sevika may present themselves in similar ways, you realize that they are both completely different in bed. abby was the gentle type, who’d always touch you and handle your body with care as if you were a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment. sevika, on the other hand, was the opposite. she’s been manhandling the hell out of your thighs and pussy for the past ten minutes now, as if you had now turned into a ragdoll that could be easily thrown around the bed.

but if there’s one thing the two women have in common…it’s that making you cum was their number one priority.

“you okay, beautiful?” abby purrs into your ear, gently planting kisses on the back of your neck as sevika continued to finger your cunt. “is sevika taking good care of you?”

you nod with a whine, and while abby took that as a valid answer, sevika sure didn’t. her metal hand gripped your inner thigh harshly, causing you to jerk back at her. “answer her question, sweetheart.” she mused, her steel gray eyes staring you down.

“y-yes! please keep going sev…” you whine out to her. sevika hummed, bringing her gaze back down to your pussy. “such a pretty pussy, baby… it’s crazy how anderson’s kid can get to taste this whenever he wants.”

“yeah, about that…” abby chimes in, stifling a laugh. “it’s just me who does that. andrew always refuses to do it.”

sevika scoffed and shook her head in disbelief, her flesh fingers slowing down their movements inside you. “you’re fucking lying.” her eyes shift back to you. “she’s lying, right?”

you look down at sevika with a straight face, slowly shaking your head. “it’s true…h-he never does…”

sevika couldn’t help herself. she starts to laugh, still unable to wrap her head around it. “jesus, anderson, your kid is pretty stupid for that. who wouldn’t wanna get a taste of this gorgeous girl?” she leans in and licks another stripe up your pussy, letting out a groan as she savored the arousal that caught on her tastebuds. “she tastes like fucking heaven.”

“that’s exactly what i told her,” abby replied. “but what can i say? he gets his self-absorption from his father, and i sure can’t fix his stupidity either.”

you whined as your pussy clenched tightly around sevika’s fingers. it felt insane to think about it, but the fact that abby and sevika were talking shit about your boyfriend like this couldn’t help but turn you on even more.

however, sevika was quick to feel your actions as her gaze drops back down to your pussy. “did you just clench around me?” she asks, looking back up at you. her fingers began to speed up a little now, causing a whimper to escape from your throat as you clutch onto abby’s bicep. “seems like she’s getting off on hearing us talk shit about her useless boyfriend.”

abby chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek. “it’s because she knows it’s true. besides, she’s got two women right here who’s gonna give her all the pleasure her body needs tonight.”

sevika smirks, spreading your thighs out farther for her. “in that case, you better buckle up, princess…because we’re just getting started.”

yeah so anyways…i kinda want to make a full fic of this…should i make a full fic of this??

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effetsecndaires · 1 year ago

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬. (𝟐)

➺ INCLUDES: taiju shiba, hanma shuji, ran haitani, rindou haitani, keizo arashi (benkei), wakasa imaushi, izana kurokawa, (all of legal age, timeskip or bonten) x fem!reader

➺ CONTENT WARNING | this post contains explicit porn links!! you may need to have a twitter account or change your privacy settings to be able to see them. Please do not interact if you are under 18.

➺ NOTE | You ask, I deliver :) the links will probably disappear after a little while but i'll do my best to replace them or find similar ones when that happens!

➟ TAIJU.

Taiju’s fingers are so much thicker, so much longer than yours, always reaching places you can only dream of reaching yourself. He doesn't do sex before marriage but he'd be damned if he were to leave you frustrated and unsatisfied when you're whining and begging so prettily for him.

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➟ WAKASA.

Wakasa doesn't like to rush things. He’ll work you to orgasm nice and slow — his cock tucked underneath the rough lacy fabric of your lingerie as he thrusts his hips forward, his cock dragging between your folds while his thumb gently rubs your clit in time with his movements, his breathing uneven and shaky from the pleasure building up.

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➟ HANMA.

Hanma loves being in control, and he loves to put you in your place when you start acting a little too bratty for his liking. There's nothing that thrills him more than watching you squirm and beg, his fingers furiously pumping in and out of your pussy, lewd squelching sounds accompanying the pathetic little sounds coming out of your mouth while his other hand tightens its hold around your throat, teaching you a lesson.

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➟ IZANA.

Izana isn't exactly gentle with you. He’ll hold you by the throat, pull your hair and force your head back as he fucks you like you’re his own personal fleshlight, your neck arching painfully as he keeps you in place - knees firmly planted into the mattress for more leverage. But the pain is always worth it when you feel the sloppy press of his lips onto yours, reminding you of how much he loves you.

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➟ BENKEI.

Benkei always pulls the strongest, most powerful and body-shaking orgasms out of you. He's rough but never too much, just the right amount that turns you into a moaning mess, your eyes rolling back in your head. His thrusts are firm and rough, loud “plop” sounds echoing inside the room while the pair of panties he stuffed in your mouth serves to muffle your moans.

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➟ RINDOU.

Rindou eats you out like he's paid to do it — always making sure you're nice and comfortable before he dives in and makes a complete mess of you. He’ll slide his tongue whatever way he pleases, up, down, or side-to-side; tasting every inch of you and swallowing everything you have to offer.

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➟ RAN.

Why would you own so many toys of all shapes and sizes when you have your very own loving husband at home? You better hide them well unless you want him to dedicate a few hours of his day to edging you and overstimulating you until you pass out on his lap.

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#tokyo revengers x reader #x fem reader #tokyo revengers smut #taiju shiba x reader #taiju shiba smut #benkei x reader #benkei smut #keizo arashi x reader #keizo arashi smut #wakasa imaushi x reader #wakasa imau smut #izana kurokawa x reader #izana x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #rindou haitani smut

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zlut4rina · 5 days ago

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𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Aespa x Femreader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Smut, public sex, Sex w a stranger, drug and alcohol use, intoxicated sex.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: This has been a thought for so long. Finally, I decided to write it ! Tbh, some of these aren't really on 'Cruising Grounds', but it's wtv. How do u genuinely write a plot for meeting up w a stranger in the bathroom for sex ???

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3k w little plot in some.

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Karina:

You met karina at a bar. The second you walked in, her eyes were glued on you. The way you carried yourself turned her on. She quickly made a move on, offering to buy you drinks while subtly and not so subtly flirting with you.

You honestly couldn’t tell if she was drunk or just very bold. She smelt good, no a hint of alcohol on her, she seemed sober. The way she spoke through you off at times. Her sultry tone and smooth talk felt like a trap. A trap you’d willingly walk into. She wasn’t like all the other creeps who hit on you. She was respectful, all the while pushing boundaries. You didn’t fight it, though.

The way her long slender hands ran up and down on your thigh. Her arm wrapped around you, she made her intentions clear. Seeing how she was an extremely attractive woman, you saw no problem in her actions.

She took your obedience as an opportunity to whisper in your ear. Praising you, telling you how beautiful she thought you were. Her hand was going higher on your thigh as her arm pulled you closer. Her desire for you grew stronger. The way you allowed a complete stranger to touch you like this. Almost made her think you were both out doing the same thing. You weren’t, just a typical getaway at the bar for you.

Her hand on your thigh made it’s way up to your heat in seconds while pulling you closer and kissing you on the neck. The second she made contact with you through the fabric of your clothes, you seemingly became aware of your surroundings.

“Maybe we should take this somewhere more, private.” You whispered to her, trying not to draw attention from the bartender to you. Her hormones shot through the roof, at your sudden boldness. Taking you by the hand, she practically dragged you to the bathroom with her. To no surprise, there were people already in the restroom. Some girls were washing their hands, and the others were still in the stall. Karina seized the chance when everyone’s back was turned, or away from a mirror, she took you to the last empty stall.

Pulling you in, she locked the door and pushed you on it, locking her lips with yours. Her hands roamed your body with urgency, she wanted to fuck you since you walked in. The excitement of actually getting the opportunity overwhelmed her. She wanted to kiss you so bad, she was basically itching to taste your lips. The way she would kiss your neck and jawline. Stopping and ghosting close to your lips and then making her way back down. It actually upset you a little at how she wasn’t kissing you. Due to frustration you grabbed her face and made her kiss you. She melted into the kiss, the sense of urgency and power you had in that moment may have made her fall in love with you.

Her rans ran under your shirt, cupping your breast as she kissed you. Diving her tongue into your mouth, tasting every inch she could reach. Her other hand trailed to your jeans, skillfully undoing the button and taking the zipper down. She dug her hand into your soaked panties and circled your clit. Whining into her mouth, and humping her hand. She found you so cute, she was definitely going to take you home. “Please.” Pulling back from her kiss, breathless. Submitting to this stranger completely. She ran her fingers in your folds, coating them completely in your arousal. She put two fingers into you slowly, so painfully slow.

It wasn’t the fact that she went into you so slow. It was the fact she didn’t move at all once she did. Making you grind and hump her hand for some sort of friction. She grinned at your desperate actions, trailing kisses on your neck as her hand went under your bra to touch your skin. Pinching and tugging at your nipple, dragging soft, low moans and whines from you. If she could she’d let you fuck yourself on her fingers. But she wanted too, she wanted to have her way with your body, even if it meant only for a short amount of time.

Her hand left your breasts and went down to your hip. She held you tightly and held you still, as she fingered you. Her pace mixing with the uncomfortable feeling of your clothing still on drove you crazy. Using the slight amount of strength you had, you pulled your bottoms down, good enough to give her more freedom and access to you.

This was so wrong, having sex with a stranger, you don’t even know her name, and here you are letting her fuck you in the stall as people came in and out. All that disappeared form your mind as fast as it came. Her palm hitting your clit roughly, when another finger dug into you, stretching you out. Desperately trying to hold your moans in so no one hears you two. Honestly everyone who went in knew what was going on, but girls being girls only silently cheered you on.

Safe to say she took you home that night, there was no argument for that. A few girls gave you ‘that’ look when they saw you two exit the stall. It was a bit humiliating, yes, but it was all worth it.

Giselle:

You ran into Giselle at a house party, completely wasted. You somehow ended up on her lap, making out, and grinding on her. You both reeked of alcohol and weed. She had a blunt still burning in-between her fingers, she passed to the guy sitting next to her. The party was huge, underground rappers and famous influences where here.

The guy took the drug from her, his eyes glued to you two as he took a drag from it. There was basically a crowd around you. Not everyone was watching, but the majority was. You didn’t care. You could barely see anyway. Besides, you were too focused on the girl you're on top of. She slid her hands from your hips to your ass, groping you slowly.Ignoring the crowd the tugged at your bottoms, as if ssking permission. You took her hand and put it in your pants, making her cup your clothed sex. “Damn girl.” She cursed, feeling your damp panties. “You know we got an audience, right?” she whispered against your lips. You only nodded, grinding on her hand, dragging whimpers from yourself.

“Fuck it.” She took her hand out and began unzipping your pants. She tugged your panties up against your clit, causing you to whine. Leaning your body on hers, arms wrapped around her neck. “Fuck..” her fingers danced in patterns on your clothed clit. “Wanna take these off you so bad.” She spoke into your ear. She wrapped a arm around you, creating the illusion thag you two where just hugging, or maybe your were passed out drunk. She put her hand down into your soaked pussy, running a finger in and out of your folds. You whined into her ear, tightening your grip on her, pulling her closer to you.

She pushed two fingers deep inside you, she pumped her digits into you slowly, matching your moans. Your hips grinded on her hand, as she held you still. “Don’t fucking move.” Her tone was dark, that was a demand you didn’t dare to disobey. Her grip on her side was tight, almost hurting from how strong she was. Her pace quickened inside you, your slippery wet cunt making a mess on her palm and you panties. Dripping and leaking, the thought of someone catching on to you two enhanced your arousal.

“Your so tight girl, fuck” she kissed the crook in your neck, dragging kisses up till she reached your jawline. “I wanna hear you.” She fastened her fingers, her lust for you taking over, she added another finger, stretching you out so nicely. “Moan for me.” She filled you up so good, her long slender fingers hit every needy spot inside you.

The guy next to her offered the blunt back to her, stating she could smoke the rest if wanted. She took it greatly. Unwrapping her arm from you, the feeling on your hip felt easy, yet empty. She grabbed the drug and took a drag from it, blowing it behind your head. Her fingers still working inside you. “I’m so close..” Your warm breath agasint her ear as you whine out to her. “Yeah?” she slowed her pace inside you, watching your facial features morph at the feeling. You whined, humping her palm, creating some friction on your needy clit. Giselle watched your body rock and smiled. “You wanna cum that bad?” still hitting the drug between her fingers.

You nodded desperately, whines and pleas escaped your lips, begging to release. “I told you not to move didn’t i?” she spoke closer to your ear. Her fingers stopping completely. “I’m sorry, please” you struggled to keep your hips from rocking. Loving your struggle, she giggled next to your ear, continuing her pace inside you. Moving faster than she was before, causing you to gasp aloud. “Fuck yes! Please!” you cried into her embrace, holing her tighter.

A few final pumps deep inside you, you came all over her hand. She didn’t stop, letting you ride out your high, was whag you thought. Her fingers stayed at their speed. Her palm rubbing your clit roughly. “Fuck.. wait” you felt something coming again, it was rough, it came out in a rush. You bit down on her shoulder, whining and drooling on her skin. You squirted on her hand, soaking your pants in the process. “Shit, that’s so hot” she pulled her hand from your pants, completely soaked and drenched in your clear and white sex. Dragging it to her mouth, tasting you. You didn’t look at her, you couldn’t. Due to the intense amount of weed and alcohol in your system you passed out in her lap.

A guy from across the room came over to your two. “She good?” he asked with genuine concern, a brow raised. “Yeah, just tired”

Winter:

After leaving the pool, you headed to the locker room to clean up. You grabbed your towel and swiftly tossed across your shoulder. You headed to the locker room. It was on the other side of the pool, away from your belongings, stupid thing to do. But to winter, it was the best stupid idea.

Winter was eyeing you down the entire time, you swam, feeling her nipples harden as she watched your bathing suit hug your body tightly. She sat far away into the corner of the pool. She was here for one thing, sex, and she was going to get it. You just so happen to be the girl she wanted it from.

Watching you from afar, licking her lips, and rubbing herself discreetly. She wanted you, bad, and she was going to have you. Once she saw you get up to leave, she followed, assuming you were about to exit the building, but you just got a snack from the vending machine. Since she followed so close behind, you turned and saw her, startling her. Her body jumped slightly, assuming she was caught. You smiled at her and asked how her day had been. She responded normally, but boy, she wasn’t feeling normal inside. Your voice was cute, the way you spoke your lips. She needed those pretty pink lips on her.

After grabbing your snack, you left, leaving her alone in the hallway. She took that time to gather her thoughts before heading back. Once she did, she locked eyes with you, and you both smiled at each other. She hurried back to her spot in the corner and watched you. More intensely now, her han snuck into her swim trunks and began rubbing in her folds. Soft groans left her mouth. She didn’t even know your name, but by the end of the day, she wanted to remember it like it was her own.

Back to present time, you left, heading towards the locker room with your things, she followed. Closing the gap between you two. You walked in, deep into the room. It was a wide area, great for a community pool. You weren’t at the back, nor where you necessarily near the entrance. You were a good distance in the middle.

She stalked you, watching you take off your top first, then your bottoms. Grabbing your change of clothes, you headed to the showers. She mimicked your actions, completely naked, just as you. She followed behind but stopped right at the shower you were in. You turned the hot water on, sighing as it git your skin. She walked right into the one next to you. You didn’t notice her die to your eyes being closed.

She’s such a pervert, touching herself while watching you bathe, hoping you’d see her, and even maybe join in, oh she hoped. Her fingers playing in her pussy as she leaned on the wall, the water falling gently against her skin. After dipping your head in the water and wiping it away you opened your eyes, hearing the shower next to you on. You turned your head and saw her, mouth wide and fingers digging into her sex at the perfect speed. Your breath hitched at the sight, not knowing how to handle the situation. You hate to admit it, but it turned you on. Watching the girl you just had s friendly conversation with, touch herself, right in front of you. Your hands slowly rise to your breast, pinching your nipples as you watched the smaller girl.

She finally opened her eyes, landing in your fingers that were tweaking your nipples. She bit her lip and got off the wet shower wall. She walked towards you, but not before checking if the coast was clear. Once she saw no signs, she entered your area. Taking your hands away from your breast and replacing them with her own. You placed your hands on her chest instead. The air in the tight compact area of the shower was hot, almost suffocating. You both moaned as you were fondling each other’s chest, winters' hips collided with yours. Rubbing her pelvis on yours as she continued to touch you.

You knelt down between her wet, glossy thighs, and she opened her legs wider for you. Winter held onto the wall, checking if anyone was inside the locker room. You began to lick and tease her clit with your tongue, running your fingers through her soaked pussy. She groaned, tossing her head back in pleasure. Still anxious about getting caught she tilted her head back to check again. Your tongue and lips assaulted her clit, meanwhile your fingers played with her folds, taking all her juices.

Your tongue worked skillfully inside her, as your thumb drew circles on her clit. She grabbed a handful of your hair with both hands, thrusting onto your tongue. She tried her best to contain her moans, even if the shower head was loud and echoed in the room, she was still cautious. “Fuck you’re so good” the way she spoke sounded like she was drunk, her words slurring together. Humping your face, chasing her climax. Your moans sent vibrations throughout her body, causing her whine. She sounded so pretty, when you spoke to her attire the vending machine you thought the same thing when hearing her speak. Now you’re eating her out n she sounds as beautiful as ever.

She finally came on your tongue, her body shaking against you as you drug her from her high. You rose from your knees, licking your lips. She shoved you against the tile wall and shoved her fingers deep into your soaking wet puss. You cried out at the sudden fullness. She was fast, kissing and licking your neck as she went. Her other hand went to tweak your nipples again while your arms wrapped around her neck. This was risky. Someone could just walk in and hear you two, or worse, see you, but that only made everything feel so much better.

You were quick to cum, kissing her deeply as you moaned against her lips. The kiss was rough and sloppy, like two animals. Panting and whining in each other’s mouths. After coming down from your high you washed each other, winter didn’t know if she was madly in love or crazy obsessed with you, but that wasn’t the last time you saw her.

NingNing:

The bus was really crowded, you hardly had room to even breathe. Your body pressed against the strangers around you, bumping shoulders with people as the bus shook at each stop.

One specific stop changed your entire day. After the bus came to an intense halt once again, a girl got on, squeezing her way through the crowd. She stopped right behind you. Her body pressed close to your back. As the bus drove on and rocked back and forth, she was basically humping you with how close she was. It wasn’t her fault, not entirely. She had some space to move back a little, but what’s the fun in that?

She held onto a handhold above your head, causing her to lean more onto you. I mean, she didn’t mind being this up close and personal with you. You had a nice figure. She considered herself lucky. The bus swayed aggressively as the drive went on. Your stop was long head. Ning shoved into you, colliding with you, she let out a soft sorry, her breath warm against your neck. You smiled and nodded, understanding her situation. Although she didn’t move, instead she started rubbing and grinding on your ass. You felt a hand on your hip shortly after.

She pulled you closer her by the waist. Humping you from behind. It was weird, though you didn’t want to cause a commotion, so you let it happen. She smelt nice, and her voice was pretty, so there was no way you’d let a possible gorgeous girl get away from you like this. You subtly grinded on her back, poking your ass out for her just a little. She smiled, feeling you push back against her. Her hand went to your ass, groping and caressing it. She was gentle and soft, as if she knew you.

She pulled your pants down just a little below your ass, giving her better access to you. Dragging your panties down with them, too. She let go of the bar she was using to balance herself on earlier. Both her hands are now spreading and groping your ass. Slowly, she ran a hand up your shirt and grabbed as much of your boob as she could in one hand. The other went to feel how wet and hot you were. Playing in your soaked folds and pinching your nipple through your bra.

She leaned her body fully on your back, running her hand under your bra to touch your breast and hard nipple. Her other fingers playing with your hard, sensitive bud tucked under its hood. You held onto the cold metal bar in front of you, biting your lip to suppress your moans. You rocked your hips back against her hand, your nipples perking through the fabric of your bra. She lifted your shirt up, just above to sit on top of your breast. Your stomach and chest on full display for anyone with peering eyes, luckily you were close to the back and facing mostly the back of everyone’s head.

She began to play and squeeze your boobs. Kissing your exposed neck, her breath warm against your skin. She slowly put two fingers inside you, pumping them at a rapid pace. You whine quietly, your body jolting forward at the intense feeling. She looked around to make sure nobody saw. Even if they did, she wouldn’t care. All that matters right now was the pretty girl was fingering. Her fingers dug deep inside you, knowing exactly where to hit and how to abuse those places. Your pussy was wet and gushing with your sex, coating her fingers and palm. The sound of your wet pussy was loud enough for the people around you to hear, and they did. Some turned their heads a little towards your direction. Noticing you two but not really seeing what was going on, they ignored you.

You covered your mouth this your palm, your other hand held tightly in the bar. You leaned forward just a little, yo give her easier access inside you. Even with your half naked body on display nobody noticed how good you were being fucked, right behind them. Ning was spreading your ass with her other hand. Staring at her fingers disappearing inside you. Feeling bold she added an extra, the feeling if being stretched out was too much. A loud moan escaped your mouth, still covered by your hand, but still audible. Before anyone could turn to the noise the bus shook again, pushing Ning deeper, hitting your spot perfectly.

She took her hand from your boobs and into your pants, playing with your clit in the front. Her hand in the back fucking you at a pace that’ll surely leave you shaking. You bit down on your hand, the feeling was too good, so good you felt a knot in your stomach. It grew as she continued her pleasuring assault on your body. You whined into your hand, your legs slowly giving out, your body shaking. Your pussy clenched tightly around her digits, signaling your incoming climax.

With a few more wet, nasty pumps inside, you came all over her hand. Your body shook like crazy, whining into your hand, biting down and leaving marks, surprisingly not drawing blood. You soaked her hand and your pants, your juices dripping down your leg. She pulled her hand out to her mouth and tasted you. Licking you off her fingers completely. She then turned you around and pulled you in for a kiss, a heated make out, really. She pulled down your shirt, her hands roaming the rest of your body, and she kissed you.

You almost missed your stop fooling around with this woman. Once breaking the kiss, you looked out the window. Your stop was about to come up. You pulled away from her, fixing your pants, and pushed your way through the crowd when the bus stopped. You never saw her again, but you wish you did, getting on the bus at the same time as usual.

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Ik I said I'll post these tg on the weekend ... it's currently monday morning 💔 haha sorre.

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bones4thecats · 1 year ago

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Hello! If request aren't closed yet, could I request Giyuu, Tengen, and Sanemi with an s/o who's the opposite of them in every way? From their breathing technique, to their weapon choice, and personality.

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Giyuu Tomioka, Tengen Uzui, and Sanemi Shinazugawa Name: {Character} a Slayer! S/O who is their polar opposite Requester: Anonymous

A/N: My first ever Demon Slayer piece, I hope this is good for my first one, Anon! This was also very fun, I can actually see these three falling for someone that was kinda opposite from them!

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🌊 Giyuu is a very distant person, so, when you noticed how closed-off and lonely he seemed, you just had to approach him

🌊 You were known for your happy personality and how amazing you were to talk to, since you would offer amazing advice and how you would give everyone the biggest boost of energy just by smiling at them

🌊 When you guys first revealed your relationship to your fellow Hashira, they were surprised for sure, and if their faces weren't enough proof, Sanemi and Obanai's objections definitely told you

🌊 He has water breathing while you have flame breathing, and you got your fun-loving personality from your mentor and best friend Rengoku Kyojuro

🌊 Giyuu loves to listen to you ramble, hearing about your stories of slaying demons to hearing about how you got Genya, Sanemi's brother, to crack a smile on your last mission together

🌊 The Water Hashira adores to watch as you train with Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke, the flames enveloping the four of you as you laugh at their reactions

🌊 Your personalities may clash, but, you guys do work well together when it comes to your jobs, your many kunai getting coated in flames as his swords waters left a burning sensation on the demon you were fighting with

🌊 Shinobu loves teasing him about how you guys are different, but, he just looks over at you talking to Mitsuri and smiles on the inside, you may be polar opposites, but, he loves that about you

🔊 Uzui is very flamboyant and out there while you are far more reserved and down-to-earth

🔊 He first noticed you as Mitsuri dragged you to a meeting, as the newest Hashira you weren't very familiar with any of them, and they all could sense your nervousness

🔊 This guy definitely tried to woo you at first, giving you small actions of affection by patting you on the back or leaning his body weight on your head to make you stumble

🔊 Uzui teases you for ages until his wives meet you, he may want to marry you, but he always wants to know if his wives get along with you, it's a package deal

🔊 When they give him the thumbs up, you all spend time together, and they're whipped when they see you protect a bunch of children by releasing your breathing style, Breath of Water

🔊 Water muffles sound, so

🔊 Your new relationship baffles everyone, since his normal type, at least to outsiders, is one of the more flamboyant personality carrying people

🔊 But, he likes that you're more quiet, it makes him remember to slow things down and take a rest whenever needed

🔊 Uzui also loves to help you with your whip-sword, which you started learning about with Mitsuri, and watching you swing your waves around to cancel out his breaths makes him laugh

🍃 Sanemi is an aggressive person by nature, and you were a far kinder person, killing demons gently while he did so painfully and without a care in the world

🍃 When he first met you, Sanemi was definitely put off by how kind you were with the Kamaboko Squad, your job was to kill demons, and you were braiding the hair of a demon

🍃 You and him were on rocky ground at first, due to your clashing personalities, but, once you guys got used to one another, it was funny for the others to watch as you would pat his head when he finished training

🍃 Whenever you guys are on missions with each other, he devotes himself to protecting you

🍃 From sending blasts of wind to send the demon flying away from you as you protected a small group of children who lost their parents from said demon, to even kicking a demon away, he was ready to sacrifice himself to keep you safe

🍃 Sanemi isn't fond of public displays of affection, he has a reputation of being aggressive and hard to approach, and he'd prefer to keep that reputation strong until retirement

🍃 He loves watching you tease Obanai, just watching you be yourself while pissing someone off makes his day for some weird reason

🍃 He and Genya aren't very close, and watching as you try getting them closer despite his protests makes him chuckle on the inside

🍃 And whenever he hears about your progress in training his younger brother with your old sensei, Gyomei Himekima, who taught you Stone Breathing, he pretends to not be listening, despite others knowing he is

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chiscaralight · 6 months ago

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"8 months?!"

synopsis: weeks of stress call for a friday night of lazing on the couch and drinking with your roommate!toji. you may or may not have accidentally let something slip, and toji takes it into his hands to fix it. not without making sure you're up to the challenge first.

includes: nsfw! toji x fem!reader, drunk sex, they're drinking throughout, alcohol play, all consensual, reader gets referred to as doll/dollface, girl among other things, slight choking, low-key face fucking, p in v, oral both receiving. i love toji, miss u stink w.c: 3.4k

It's been almost two months since you’ve had time for yourself. School, work, and friends have been plaguing you with duty after duty for the longest and it’s all been weighing on you heavily. Now that the midterms are over, you’ve decided to take the next two days off of work and have a long weekend. Five days of doing absolutely nothing and just recuperating from all the stress of the world.

But actually doing absolutely nothing is far from your agenda. You’re shutting your shared apartment door with your hips because your hands are full of bags. Bags of bottles.

No, you don’t have a drinking problem. But everyone needs a good drink once in a while. And what better way to unwind than straight hard liquor and shitty tv shows? Straight hard liquor and shitty tv shows with your roommate, Toji!

You haven’t asked him yet, but you sent a quick text asking if he’d binge a show with you. You make sure to include the fact that there might be some drinking involved, and by the time you’re back from changing, he’s patiently manspreading on the couch, bottle in hand as he smirks at you. You shake your head and make your way over, picking some random sitcom to cheese over while you drink.

It’s not long before you start to get woozy, and you’re much more relaxed and chatty. He’ll never admit it but he’s pleased to see you like this. You haven’t been sharing this apartment with him for so long, so you’re still somewhat reserved. It’s fine though, because it makes the way you talk to him now much more enticing.

You’re even forgoing the show you put on to just drone on and on. His whole demeanor changes when you say something about last getting nasty in February.

“February…girl, it’s October—you haven’t gotten laid in eight months?”

You groan and slap your hands over your face.

You scowl at the thought of that dreadful night. You weren’t some kind of sex god yourself, but you’re pretty sure no one should feel as bad as you did that day. The whole thing was dry, fast, and painfully unsexy. You’re snatching the bottle out of your roommate's hand and raising it to your lip to wash away the memories of pain.

Toji is absolutely dumbfounded at your words. He’d be damned if he could go two weeks without getting his dick sucked, what do you mean eight fucking months??

“must’ve been some weak ass dick to get you out the game for almost a year. fuckin insane.”

toji's eyes rake over your exposed thighs and the buzz from the alcohol is starting to get a bit stronger in his mind.

"y'know, maybe I could help ya with that."

Once the words register in your hazy mind, you're choking on the remaining liquid that covers your tongue. toji's large hand swats rather gently at your back as he grumbles.

"Easy now, didn't mean to startle you. s'just a suggestion anyway."

He leans back and shuts his eyes, letting the swirling feeling take over his body rather than the thought of you. Having to hide the fact he's been eyeing you for the longest time has been hard enough, he doesn't need the air getting too awkward because he couldn't shut his drunk ass up.

"what if... I do want it?"

You’re trying to catch the words before they come out, but your reaction time has been stupidly slowed by the intoxication. You’re inwardly cursing at yourself, turning your head the other way to avoid his eyes.

toji is cracking an eye open to look at your expression, but you're avoiding his face. You gasp as he grips your chin to force your gaze into his own.

"you sure about that, dollface?"

Maybe there is a little doubt somewhere in your mind, but it's not like you haven't thought about fucking toji before. And with the alcohol jumbling the last three thoughts you've managed to hold onto for the last hour, you give him a shaky nod.

Toji smirks before licking the trail of alcohol that had dribbled from your lips prior. His tongue is wet and warm as it drags over the corner of your mouth. He's so close to your face like this and you're parting your lips instinctively. He takes it as a sign to place his mouth on yours. Your lips are just as soft as you, but they're way softer than he imagined. His hand moves towards your neck to grip and pull you closer to him. The quick action has you yelping, and he's shoving his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss is rough, sloppy, and full of teeth. It's so primal, so messy, so toji. You're getting giddy-brained from how that scar is grazing your lip and the strong taste of alcohol isn't helping your situation.

Your body is twisted weirdly to accommodate his position, but something in the back of your mind is telling you to move. You’re fighting a losing battle trying to overpower it, because soon enough you're climbing into his lap to get as close as possible.

This is something he generously welcomes. Placing his hands on your hips, he's guiding your clothed cunt over his hardening cock. His lips trail down the side of your face to the skin of your neck. The harsh bite he gives your neck has you yelping out, and it comes out broken.

His rough fingers are moving up your sides, under the flimsy material of your tank top, and you are getting impatient. It’s almost like he’s doing it on purpose to piss you off, but you’re not angry—more desperate than anything. You’re pushing hard against him, whining—begging for him to help you out. It’s been so long, and toji is doing such a good job at riling you up, you’re sure you’ll explode if this goes on any longer.

“Ah ah, not so fast. Before I fuck this cunt, Y’gotta prove you deserve it. Show me how badly you want it.”

He’s softly shoving you off him, but his face is still so close to yours.

“Y’er mouth, doll. Use that mouth of yours.”

Knees planted firmly into the carpet below you, you’re a little scared. Toji’s cock is out before you; long, angry, and leaking. You always assumed he’d be big, but seeing it up close like this was a whole different story.

“If y’keep starin’ like that, nothing’s gonna get done, princess.”

you suck in a breath before covering the tip of his cock with your lips. His precum is salty-sweet, but you savor the taste nonetheless as it mixes with your saliva and spreads all around his tip. Toji groans at the sensation, throwing his head back.

With a few bobs of your head, you’ve managed to take most of his length without an issue. But he’s still so big, and he’s entirely keen on having himself fully sheathed in your mouth. You whimper when his heavy hand comes in contact with the back of your head.

“c’mon doll, know you can take it all—fuck yeah, jus’ like that.”

The tears welling in your eyes are threatening to spill over when your nose presses against the base of his cock. Your eyes are pressed shut, and you’re barely able to swallow around his cock. When you’re finally able to open them, you catch Toji’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows another mouthful of alcohol. His eyes meet yours in a lustful gaze, and you’re finally comfortable enough to move.

Whether it’s the recent shot he took, or you’re just insanely good, the dark-haired man is losing his fucking mind. The heat from your mouth coupled with the vibrations from noises you’re making around him is sending him to another plane. His entire body feels like static, and he's getting so lost in the pleasure he's completely unaware when he starts to guide your lips up and down his length.

Your nails are digging into the exposed muscles of his thighs as he humps up to meet your head coming down, and you can't hold back the tears anymore. You're taking everything he's giving you so well, not a single complaint from the moment he started to fuck your face until he finishes staining the back of your throat with his thick cum.

He rides every single drop out into your mouth, making sure his balls are completely empty before letting you pull off. Your face is tear-stricken, and you're huffing to catch your breath, but you're far from done.

“fucker really lost a gem, huh. Alright—your turn, get up here n’lay down.”

With your back pressed to the arm of the couch, toji is staring at you from

above. Usually, you’d be self-conscious, being fully naked and all, but it looks like the gears in his head are turning, and they’re turning hard. he takes another second before pausing, reaching over behind you to grab at your almost empty bottle.

It’s quick, and soon enough the room-temperature liquid is trickling down your body. The lips of the bottle are pressed just above your tits, starting to dribble down between them and the trail is messy and diverging. You can feel the drops splitting off and falling onto the cushions below you, but you’re much too enticed by the concentration on his face.

You shiver when you feel the drink starting to pool in your belly button, and he decides it’s enough. He places the bottle down on the ground beside him before connecting his mouth with the beginning of his newly made trail.

Even in the cool air of the living room, your body is insanely hot. His lips are working stupidly slow, warm tongue flicking over every droplet he could catch. It should be weird, but the way his brows are furrowed in deep concentration is making the heat brewing in your belly pick up. He’s taking his time, bending and weaving his neck as he makes his way down, down and down.

Toji’s rough tongue swirls deep in your belly button, and you can’t help the way your stomach churns. It’s doing weird things to you, the way he’s drinking out of the shallow dip. he only stops when he’s satisfied with how much he was able to get out. His hot trail of biting, sucking, and kisses doesn’t stop until his lips are stationed right above your clit.

In terms of patience, toji doesn’t have a lot of it. He thinks he’s done an almost perfect job of taking his time with you, making sure you’re as wanting as possible. But your scent is assaulting his mind, and the bits of intoxication he’s picked up from drinking off your body alone are starting to fuck with him just a bit.

So he mumbles something under his breath before pushing your thighs up and diving in. It’s almost all too quick the way his mouth closes around your swollen clit. Your body is raising from the chair, but toji is keeping you so strongly grounded against his face as he sucks hard. Your hands are trying to find something—anything to keep you from absolutely losing it, and your shaky fingers settle on his head.

Your nails are digging deep into his scalp, fisting at his dark locks that are now damp with sweat. You’re pulling him closer and closer into your heat, and your vision starts to go white once he invites a thick finger in.

It’s not normal how good this feels. Even though your last fuck was so ass, all the good ones combined couldn’t even compare to what you’re feeling now. Your mouth is leaking words your brain can’t register, and Toji’s scar grazing the puffy skin of your pussy is not helping.

His large hand still has your leg up in the air just high enough, and he’s giving you the benefit of the doubt that if he lets it go you won’t disappoint. He can feel the way your foot starts to rest on his back once he releases.

But it’s almost immediately that his tongue is switching out with his finger and your thighs are closing in quick on his head. He circles an arm around, thumb roughly pressing against your sensitive nub as he fucks you with his tongue. The wet muscle is twisting and turning inside you, brushing all around against the best spots that have you choking and crying out praises of his name.

In tandem with his finger, his nose is still bumping harshly bumping your clit and that’s what sends you almost toppling over the edge. Your eyes roll back and as you look up you can’t even see the roof, just waves and waves of hot pleasure spreading over your brain like the way your release is spreading all over his tongue.

toji is lapping up your essence like a dog, sucking and drinking it all in as he ‘cleans’ you up. He nods in satisfaction, and he raises himself to give him space to pull his shirt off.

“want another shot before I fuck the shit outta ya?”

So vulgar. But you nod regardless. Reaching back down, Toji grabs the almost empty bottle and fills his mouth with the rest. His hand grips your cheeks until your lips are slightly parted, then he places his on yours. You can feel the punishing liquid flow into your mouth. Once he’s sure his mouth is empty, he pulls back and waits for you to swallow. Then he shakes.

He’s shaking your head with such a force that would definitely leave you dazzled sober, but your head is absolutely rolling mixed with the alcohol. You whine from the way your vision blurs and you can hear him laugh.

“Don’t be like that, it’ll make it much nicer. C’mon, flip over, lemme show you.”

Your fingers are holding onto the arm of the chair as he bullies the tip of his cock into your entrance. He’s hissing at the way you’re swallowing him up with that cunt of yours, and you’re just trying not to let your brain get too far from your head.

Whatever amount of alcohol he gave was definitely more than a shot, and the way he shook you right after was definitely too much because you can barely register anything else than the stretch of his cock and the way the room is wobbling.

He’s barely halfway in when it really starts to hit you. Your lips are curling into a wry smile as the base of his cock is pressed flat against your ass, and you’re almost completely sure you’re in heaven. Your mouth is open but nothing is coming out, and it’s a smack! on the ass from his heavy hand that’s drawing you back in with a moan. All it takes is you looking back at him with those adorable eyes of yours to turn him right on, and he’s starting to fuck you with a speed that’s causing your brain to lag.

Toji is a big guy(in all aspects) with a lot of energy. And all that energy is going into ruining your cunt at this very moment. His hands are tight against your hips as his come flush with yours over and over, balls smacking against you. Your eyes are shut and you’re practically wailing from the pleasure overload. He’s grunting hard above you, voice deep and gruff all while keeping you in place to take every thrust.

“Move those hips, girl. Fuck—yes. Keep movin’ like that.”

You’re trying your best to keep up with his pace as best as you can; which to be honest isn’t that good. The speed he’s moving is inhumane, but he’s rewarding your efforts by angling his own hips up to help his tip push perfectly against that certain spot deep in you.

Your words have lost all coherence, and you’re just a crying mess of pleas. He’s planted one foot on the ground for leverage, knocking something over that’ll be a pain to clean later, but he doesn’t care. Right now he’s completely focused on you and the stupidly sweet noises you’re making that he’s not sure when he sends a thrust that has you almost toppling off the couch.

Even with the way his mind is all over the place, he’s still quick to pull you back before you get too far. Your breathing is all over the place, your face a fucked mess, but you’re still functioning enough to mutter out a weak-

“p-please don’t stop!”

And who is he to deny you in this moment, hm? But he’s not big on the idea of risking that dumb little head of yours, so he moves his hold to your elbows. He’s holding your entire front weight up without a problem, and picking up his pace again without much of an issue.

And you’re completely crumbling under his hold when he starts to pound into you once again. He's hitting too deep, too hard, too quickly and it's all too much for you. That familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach is spreading all through your body; flowing through your entire being like the blood in your veins.

"t-toji, m'cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck-"

And your entire body is flashing white hot as you cum, trembling under his hold. Your voice is a shrill hoarse cry as his hips slow; grinding against your ass to fuck you to your orgasm's end.

You're losing all energy, barely able to even keep your head up, but Toji is far from done with you.

"You tired?"

But you're quick to shake your head no. It's been months, almost a year since you've gotten even a fraction of what this is. You're not about to pass it up for anything. he mumbles a sultry 'atta girl' before pulling you towards him. Your back is hitting the soaked seat of the couch as he kneels above you. His grip is finding your knees and bringing them down towards your chest, before filling you up with his still-hard length.

"Shit, that fucker lost a treasure. Basically won the damn lottery here."

His words are going straight to your cunt, and your hole is fluttering around him, almost locking him in place as you writhe from the overstimulation.

Toji is pushing a lone finger past your swollen lips, and it's almost instinct the way your tongue flits over it. You're sucking moaning around it, and the way your face contorts as he continues to move in and out of you is making his cock twitch inside you. Each twitch and pulse of the thick vein lining the underside of his cock have you jumping at each slight movement.

But he's nothing but a man, and the weight in his balls is becoming too much to bear. He has no intentions of cumming anywhere that's not inside you, so he dips his head as close to your face as possible.

"Gotta fill this cunt up. Y'er gonna take it all, yeah?"

You're gurgling something unintelligible around his digit, but the way you look up at him is all the confirmation he needs.

hes releasing from your mouth, pushing the wet finger against your clit as your back arches off the chair. He can feel you pulsing around him, and it's a sob full of his name that has him groaning, pressing his forehead flush with yours as he pumps you full of his cum. Each spurt is thicker than the last, and by the time he's done you feel completely full, still plugged up with his softening cock.

When he does eventually pull out, you can barely lift a finger. Your entire body is flushed and sticky, and the reality of what just happened is starting to hit you hard. Toji is getting up and scooping you into his arms to take you to the bathroom.

"Y'er paying to get that shit cleaned, by the way."

"You're the one who got alcohol all over it?"

"Yeah, but it's your cum that's soakin' into those cushions right now, doll."

Toji snickers when he hears you call him an asshole under your breath. He won't be as much of an asshole if he bends you over the bathroom vanity though, right?

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blairxbear · 28 days ago

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Your final moments in their arms...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Warnings: These drabbles depict readers death and may contain heavy emotional themes. Mentions of blood, while nothing is graphic please be aware before reading

Featuring Pro Heroes: Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum, Snipe, Shinji Nishiya/Kamui Woods

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

"No… please," Toshinori whispered desperately, cradling you in his weakened arms, his frail form trembling with grief and helplessness. The symbol of peace had never seemed so fragile. "Hold on… just a little longer."

You weakly looked up at him, eyes gentle and filled with unspoken goodbyes. "Toshi… it's okay. You did your best."

His breath hitched painfully, blue eyes pooling with tears. "No—I failed you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I'm supposed to protect you!"

You reached up, weakly brushing his tears away. "You always protected me… you were everything to me."

He pulled you closer, sobbing softly into your shoulder. "Please don’t go… I can’t lose you."

But silence filled the void left by your gentle breaths. Toshinori sat motionless, heart shattering quietly beneath the unbearable weight of loss, forever haunted by the smile he couldn't protect.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Aizawa’s usually composed demeanor crumbled completely as he held your weakening body close, voice trembling as he desperately tried to maintain control. "Stay awake," he commanded softly, gripping your hand tightly. "I won't allow you to give up."

You weakly smiled up at him, your fading gaze filled with warmth. "Shota… you always were so stubborn."

His jaw clenched tightly, voice raw with emotion. "I refuse to lose you like this… you promised you'd stay."

"I'm sorry…" you murmured weakly, gently squeezing his hand as your strength faded. "Thank you… for everything."

His voice cracked painfully as your eyes fluttered closed, your life slipping quietly away. He clutched you closer, a strangled sob escaping as he whispered your name helplessly, grief consuming him as he lost the one person who’d truly understood him.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

"Hey! Come on, sweetheart, keep talking to me," Hizashi pleaded desperately, cradling you close, his usually loud voice now soft and filled with panic. "Help’s on the way, I promise!"

You gently smiled, eyes glazed with pain, yet full of love. "Zashi… your voice always made me smile."

His heart clenched sharply, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Then listen to it a little longer, okay? Don’t leave me, please—I'm begging you."

You weakly reached to stroke his cheek, voice faint. "I'll always be listening… I promise."

Hizashi’s voice broke completely as your breathing slowed, then stilled entirely. "No—wait! Please!" he cried desperately, clutching you closer as grief overwhelmed him. For once, his voice fell into broken silence, unable to scream away the devastation of you being gone.

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Enji knelt beside you, holding your injured body protectively. His typically intense gaze softened painfully, eyes wide with regret and desperation. "Stay with me," he commanded, voice rough and desperate. "Don't you dare leave."

You looked up weakly, faintly smiling despite the pain. "Enji… I'm glad it was you…"

"Stop," he interrupted harshly, tears he refused to acknowledge pricking his eyes. "Don't talk like it's the end. You're stronger than this."

You reached up, gently cupping his face with fading strength. "I love you… please remember that."

Enji froze, grief violently crashing over him as your hand fell limply away, your eyes drifting closed for the last time. He sat in stunned silence, holding your lifeless form tightly, flames flickering helplessly as he whispered broken apologies to the one person he'd truly loved but couldn't save.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Hawks clutched you desperately, his usually confident expression shattering into pure anguish. Blood stained his shaking hands, feathers trembling as they curled protectively around you. "Hey—c'mon now," he murmured, voice breaking painfully. "Don't give up on me, sweetheart."

You smiled softly, your strength fading rapidly. "Keigo… you're here. I'm glad…"

His golden eyes blurred with tears he couldn't hide, voice cracking. "Stay awake. You promised me forever, remember?"

You reached up weakly, brushing a feather gently. "I'll be with you… always."

His chest tightened as your eyes slowly closed, your breathing quieting into silence. "No—please, Y/N," he begged desperately, pressing his forehead against yours. He sobbed softly, feeling the unbearable weight of emptiness as he realized he would never fly as high without you by his side.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye)

Mirai held you gently, eyes wide with a grief he'd never allowed himself to envision. "No—this isn’t right," he whispered hoarsely, desperately searching your fading eyes. "This isn't the future I saw."

Your voice was soft, fading but gentle. "Mirai… maybe some futures can't be changed."

He shook his head, tears pooling helplessly behind his glasses. "Not this one. Please… hold on a little longer."

You smiled faintly, fingertips brushing against his cheek. "I'm sorry… I wanted more time with you."

Mirai’s careful composure shattered, tears finally falling as your hand slipped away, your breathing stilling. "I… I love you," he whispered brokenly, holding you tightly against his chest, feeling the painful truth—that even knowing the future could not shield him from losing what mattered most.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Fatgum cradled your fragile body, panic and disbelief clear in his usually comforting eyes. "Hey, sweetheart, don’t close your eyes," he pleaded softly, voice trembling. "You gotta hang on. We got more food tours to go on, remember?"

You weakly chuckled, reaching to gently squeeze his hand. "Tai… you always made me feel safe."

Tears filled his eyes, heart breaking beneath your fading touch. "No, I was supposed to protect you… you can't leave me now."

"I'm sorry," you whispered softly, breathing shallow and slow. "Please… keep smiling."

He choked on a sob, gripping your hand tightly as your breaths faded into silence. Fatgum held you carefully, his chest aching with unbearable loss, silently promising to carry your smile and warmth with him forever.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods)

Kamui Woods cradled you protectively, his usually calm demeanor broken by deep, panicked breaths. His hands trembled slightly as he gently brushed hair from your fading face. "Y/N… stay with me, please."

You weakly touched his face, smiling warmly despite your pain. "Shinji… thank you for making my life beautiful."

He choked softly, eyes shimmering with tears. "You made mine beautiful too—so don't leave me yet, please hold on."

Your breath faltered as you murmured, "Plant a tree for me… someplace nice."

His heart shattered, grief overwhelming him as your eyes slipped closed. He pulled you closer, weeping silently, feeling a part of himself die with you. Later, he would plant that tree in your honor, forever nurturing the love he lost.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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vellihor · 4 days ago

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unspoken. chapter 1.

cw: sylus x non-mc reader, idiots in love, mute reader, knives, blood, violence, gore, trauma, angst, fluff, reader is painfully oblivious! (in the beginning at least), SLOW BURN, intentional lowercase, inspiration from og LADS lore but may contain altered versions :)

word count -> 2410

italics mean reader’s thoughts

bold italics are sound effects

quotes are for phone texts

“normal text in quotes are speech”

“italicised text in quotes are signed speech”

author's note: so i was feeling like writing angst for sylus :) and i ended up with an insane fic... i may have let it get out of hand but hey free will!

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you had been sylus’ right-hand for seven years. helping him collect intel, carrying out the hits he put out on his enemies. all that entails being part of THE criminal enterprise in the N109 zone. you were his shadows in the dark, the silent blade — the name makes cold sweat drip down people’s forehead at the mention. its partially literal, given how you were mute. also, because unlike sylus, you preferred the sharps rather than guns.

tonight, you were staking out in one of the clubs sylus owned. making sure to blend in with the crowd while keeping tabs on your target for the night. markus, a protocore weapons dealer that had managed to steal a few shipments of protocores from onychinus. sylus had had enough of this man parading the protocores as theirs. hence, your mission for the night. just as markus enters one of the vip rooms, you manage to slink behind him into the room before the doors closed. your evol enveloping you in a blanket that renders you invisible. “mr. price! the goods are all squared away and ready for your taking. i assume you have come to let me know of your decision?” markus clasps his hands politely, addressing the fur-cloaked man sitting on the sofa. your breath hitches when you realise who he is. the scar across his left eye. there he is. the man who killed your family seven years ago. your world swirls and you black out.

when you come to again, you are standing in the middle of a puddle of blood and slumped bodies. knife dripping with blood. ears ringing. heart pounding. breath uneven. adrenaline pumping through your veins. the door slams open and you pull your evol to cloak yourself. only to drop it when you see sylus at the door. his eyes sweep the room and a look of understanding passes between you and him. he scans you up and down for wounds, eyes landing on your knuckles white with the deathly grip you have on the handle of your knife. he gently pries it from your hand. the ride back to the base was silent and a blur.

the next thing you know, you are in the base’s kitchen. sitting at the countertop with a cup of camomile tea in your hands. “hey, what’s going on in your pretty head?” sylus rasps, trying to get your attention. you grab your phone and type out a response. sarcasm would serve me well.

oh was i pretty? i never knew.

you showed him the screen, with a smirk on your face. he lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “darling, how is that the thing that caught your attention?” he moves to stand opposite you from the countertop. you can't help but patronize his concern as a coping mechanism. he knows well. so then you deflect.

i'm fine. i'll have the intel collected on your table tomorrow morning.

sylus raises his eyebrow. “you know that's not what i'm asking about” you shrug and slip off your chair, walking towards the doors with your mug in hand. “where are you going” he calls out. "rooftop", you sign back at him. its one of the words he knows in sign language.

as you settled down on the sofa, the glass door slides open and here he is again. what for? you had no idea. it wasn’t uncommon for you to kill. he took his place next to you. the silence stretched on for forever before you snuck a glance at him and he was just staring out over the railings into the city view. fine by me. i couldn’t bother to type right now.

just when you had fallen into a false sense of peace, sylus opened his mouth. you couldn’t help but inwardly groan. “you remember when we first met?” you snort at his question. as if i would ever forget. you turn to him and give him a questioning look. he chuckles, “relax, i'll talk and you listen.” you reposition yourself to face him as he recounts the day he met you and you are taken back to when you were 16.

it was a normal day for you. a day out with your family — dad, mom, younger brother. you had just returned home from your trip to the theme park. unaware of the thugs that were waiting in your living room. when your family entered the door, it was a mess in the living room. furniture tossed, books on the floor, glass shattered. your brother instinctively shielded you behind him, your evol flaring and hiding you from plain sight. it was chaotic. screams from your mother still rang in your head every time you recalled the memory. blood everywhere. you were rooted to your spot, eyes unblinking as you watched everything unfold. three dead bodies on the floor. a man in a fur coat pacing around the living room, livid. demanding something to be found. frightened, you tried to move backwards and away from the house, pushing a vase off the countertop in the process. as the vase shattered, all movement in the living room seized. the man stalked across the room in three strides and swung his fist where you stood. the impact released your grip on your evol. as he bent down to grab you, your fist closed around a glass shard. his grip on your neck bruising and depriving you of air, you swung your fist at his face. blood pouring out of the gash across his left eye. it loosened the hold he had on your neck so you scrambled for the door, running into the streets barefooted. pulling your evol close to you, you didn’t dare to look behind. until you ran into a silver-haired man. “not very smart of you. running while leaving a trail.” you finally look behind and see blood trail from where the glass cut your hand.

“at that time, i didn’t know what happened. you lost your voice with all the damage to your throat. luke and kieran later found out and told me about it.” sylus unceremoniously swipes your camomile tea for a big sip. you stare at him dumbfounded. “what? my throat is dry from all that talking.” you prompt him for more. he stayed silent. to which you responded by pulling out your phone.

why did you keep me around?

he sighed. “i was- ahem am looking for someone. i thought you could help me but…”

i can’t talk?

“no. its… personal.” you raise your eyebrows, intrigued. he had never mentioned anything before. you wanted to help him with something, to repay the kindness he had shown you. you lean forward to show your interest. sylus senses that you are keen to help and unwilling to budge. “i shouldn’t have mentioned it… sigh its a hunter from the hunters’ association.” you blanch at the reveal. a hunter? why?

“i will tell you more when that intel hits my table tomorrow.” he gets up and looks back at me. “sleep well, kitten. you did well tonight.”

you entered the kitchen, yawning. freezing when you feel three pairs of eyes on you. sylus is still asleep at this time. so who else is here? “morning missus! we have a guest today!” luke cheerfully greets you. you turn to the dining table and see another man sitting at the table with luke and kieran. your confused look prompts kieran to explain the man. “boss invited him to craft weapons for us. a reward of sorts. new guns for me and luke… new knives for you!” you realise its just philip. you offer a wave and move to get your morning coffee before heading to sylus’ office.

placing the intel on his desk, you notice a thick leather bound book with a sticky note on its cover. for your peruse -sy. you smile as you flip the pages. intricate calligraphy and elaborate drawings of dragons etched on the pages. you doubt sylus meant for you to read through all of it in five minutes so you hefted the book onto your hip and made your way back to your room where you spent the rest of the day reading through the book. at first glance, it seemed like mythology or a fantasy story. an age where dragons and magic coexisted. until you realized the striking resemblance between the human-dragon and sylus. no way. nuh-uh there’s not a fucking way. this was eons ago. nah this can’t be sylus. he would be hella old… eh, could be just perks of being a dragon. huh? your eyes focus in on a drawing. a female holding a claymore, driving it into the chest of the dragon. a curse. huh. this must be a joke. he must have placed the sticky note on this book by mistake. unless…? you look out the window and realize the sun is setting. perfect. sylus would be awake now.

you bound down the steps to find sylus heading to the kitchen. you cock your head to the side, questioning. “i just went to the garage to find something i left in the car last night”, sylus says while taking his seat at the head of the dining table. you take a seat opposite luke and kieran. you showed sylus text on your phone.

so i read the book.

you side-eye him, trying to gauge his reaction. “mhm, what do you think of it?” so it wasn’t a mistake.

you are finding your soulmate?

that gets him. he chokes on his food. wiping his mouth, taking gulps of water. that also piqued luke and kieran’s interest. “missus, what are you talking about?” luke snickers, wanting to get in on the tea. you smile and turn your phone towards him. before it got snatched up by sylus. “I SAW THE WORD SOULMATE” “ARE YOU GUYS FINALLY DATING??” luke and kieran are suddenly out of their chairs dancing. giving wild high fives to each other. you furrow your brows in confusion and all it took was a stern look from sylus for them to settle back down in their seats. you tried to hold in your laugh, looking at sylus fuming. nothing would have happened if you just let them see the text. you pointed to your phone. he sighed and passed your phone back to you. you finally let the twins see the text. question marks start flying around. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIND-” luke is silenced by kieran slapping a hand over his mouth. the rest of dinner is spent in silence. you could barely contain your smile as you ate dinner. you enjoyed the small moments when the four of you felt like a normal family.

some time after midnight, you were in the armoury maintaining your weapons. hearing the door open, you don’t turn to see who it is. you already know its sylus. he doesn’t move or speak. you wait patiently for him to say something as you wipe down your knives. suddenly, the familiar tang of iron hits your nose. you whip around to see sylus sitting on the floor against the wall clutching a wound in his chest. you rush to his side and lightly smack his face trying to prevent him from losing consciousness. his head lolls against the wall, forehead sticky with sweat. a gunshot wound. why is he not healing? where did he go after dinner? you run to the first aid kit and yank out the dressings and press it into his chest, earning a pained groan from him. serves you right for not bringing me along. you gently lean him forward to check if the wound is a through wound. its a through wound, this ought to be easier to deal with. why the flying fuck is he not healing??? you put a dressing against his back and lean your knee against his chest to put pressure while you get your phone out to get luke and kieran to come.

gsw @ armoury

within a minute, the twins burst into the armoury with a gurney. they lift sylus up onto it and start dashing towards the infirmary. when the resident doctor takes over, the three of you are forced to wait outside. bloody hands on hips, you turn to the twins and they instantly lower their heads. you know they went out with sylus after dinner but you never ask about missions you weren’t briefed on, knowing there was probably a reason for it.

“im sorry-”

“we are sorry-”

“we didn’t-”

“boss was not-”

the twins stumbled over their words, talking over each other in a frenzy. you hold your hand up and the twins were silenced. you point to kieran, asking him to explain. he visibly gulped.

“boss made us keep it a secret. he will tell you when he wakes up.”

you let out a scoff, feeling frustrated. “you better tell me now before i put both of you six feet underground” the twins shift uneasily, exchanging glances before everything came tumbling out.

sylus had already put out bait for miss hunter and tonight she was at the nest so he brought luke and kieran to… scare her? huh? isn’t she his soulmate? why is he acting like a terrorist? so he gave her a gun and asked her to shoot him through the heart. except he fucking forgot an evol restricting bullet was in the magazine. what the fuck is going on? so why ask me to help when he already knows her whereabouts?? and not bring me along for this???? why ask his soulmate to shoot him in the chest?

thoughts fly around in your head as you wait by sylus’ bed after his surgery. you glance at the clock. its four in the morning. you were about to stand up to hand over the shift to luke when sylus stirred. you help him sit up as he winces. you know the bullet’s effects were not going to wear off any time soon. serves him right. for the second time. your anger won and you turn to leave the room. but sylus’ hand finds your wrist, pulling you back. even when wounded, you still have insane strength. you turn and he sees the anger on your face, instantly regret is all over his face. “i-” he stops as soon as he starts. a beat passes and the most insane sentence imaginable comes out of his mouth.

“i brought her back to the base. she's in my room”

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