#its just gonna be torture until it does

[kalechipswithasideofkale]

i need a cigarette im gonna try to rewatch it to fully wrap my head around it because maybe theres some things im missing that could be awesome and sexy upon second glance

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ HE LIKES IT WET 'N' MESSY ❞

ᯓ ⭑ ₊‧⁺...synopsis : the more you think about it, the more you realize you love how messy atsumu is…

ᯓ ⭑ ₊‧⁺...cw : m. atsumu x fem!reader, wet and messy, ovėrstimulation, dirty talk, marathon sėx, desperation, playful banter, unprotected sēx, excessive cūm (?), atsumu's undiscovered breēding kınk, begging, messy kissing, atsumu miya can't shut the fuck up

ᯓ ⭑ ₊‧⁺...lunar's note : another revamping of an old work of mine where i just. make this even more debauched and filthier than it was before !!

if there’s one word to describe atsumu miya, it’s messy.

sometimes, he leaves his clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed, waiting until you playfully kick him in the butt to pick up his things and put them in the laundry.

he's also so messy when it comes to eating, always having food on his face, causing you to tease him as he tries to wipe it off, completely missing.

it doesn't bother you that much, having already grown used to his messy nature.

it does bother you, however, when he makes a big mess of the sheets. he's always ignoring your whines for him to get a towel to put down or else you'd make him do laundry for the rest of the week.

atsumu always gives the same damn response, a long whine of your name, telling you he’ll clean it up after.

after all, atsumu doesn't think he can bring himself to pull out of your slick heat, not when you feel this fucking good. he can't remember the last time he got to fuck you like this, messy and desperate without worrying about needing to get up early the next day to catch a bus or plane for a game.

he swears he almost forgot how warm you were, how sweet your voice sounds when you were this close to him, how pretty your face looks even when you were looking at him rather annoyed despite being fucked.

“’t-'tsumie, the towel—!”

“baby, nooooo, don’ make me pull out, don' it feel good? d'ya really want me to stop?”

fuck, you can't lie, it feels good, it feels so fucking good, the way he slows his hips to torture you with the slow drag of his cock, making you feel every inch pull out...and then slowly slide back in, a wet squelch signally his hips pressing fully against you.

but that doesn't stop you from being annoyed, knowing your fresh sheets were already a mess.

“d'awww, don’ look at me like that, sweetcheeks. tsumtsum's gonna make ya feel reaaal good if y'forget about the damn sheets,” atsumu huffs, his sweaty hands grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them closer to your upper body.

its sinful the way he manages to slip in even deep into you, his teeth digging into his bottom lip to prevent the pitiful little whimper from leaving him.

“l-lemme make a mess, baby girl, please?”

you want to roll your eyes at his request, because it's a little too late for him to ask you that. his cum from the first round is already dripping out your stuffed cunt, leaking onto the freshly washed bed sheets under you.

it doesn't matter that his sticky cock head is messing up your insides by pressing against all the spots that have you gushing. you just put these sheets on the bed!

giving him the best pout you can manage, you huff, "f-fine—o-oh!"

that pretty little moan shouldn't cause him to react so excitedly, but he can't help it. hearing your approval has him giggling, he knew you'd give in eventually, and he's going to make sure you don't regret it.

besides, hearing you, his sweet lil' princess, try to sound all tough and serious with his cock deep inside your hot gummy walls that were sucking him in with each thrust is making him so dizzy.

you are too damn cute for your own good.

he can't hold back anymore, not when you're so cute. his hands squeeze your thighs before he starts to pound into you, savoring the way you keen for him, mouth open as you chant his name so needily.

you aren't the only one being loud, poor atsumu giving up on holding back all those pretty noises of his, the way your tight walls squeeze and massage his throbbing dick so sweetly making it literally impossible to stay quiet.

“f-fuck, 'tsumu, ‘s too deep, ’s coming out more,” you whimper, trying to lift your hips to stop his cum from leaking out of you.

the wetness of your overstimulated cunted paired with his leaking cum causes the room to be filled with loud, wet, squelching, causing you to look down.

you suck in a breath, a hot pang of pleasure shooting up your spine at the sight between your legs. atsumu’s stupidly big dick is an absolute creamy mess that only seems to get messier the more he moves, pulling and pushing the sticky mixture of your cum in and out.

“listen to that, dolly, s' fuckin’ dirty. mmnh, tight l-lil' cunt can’t hold all my cum?”

god, atsumu doesn't ever shut up, he's always such a talker, knowing how embarrassed it makes you.

“c’mon, say it, angel, say it f' me, pretty please?”

“a…atsumu, i can’t hold all of your cum…’s comin’ out, ‘tsumu, you're making me messy.”

he wasn’t expecting you to actually do it, god, he really wasn't, but you did and now his eyes are fluttering as they roll back into his skull.

don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, he chants to himself, feeling himself nearly lose it just from your words.

a choked groan forces its way out of his mouth, you're just too fucking hot for him. he can't think of anything but you, your pretty face, your soft body, and your insanely wet cunt.

“s’okay, s’okay, fuck, i’ll-i'll fuck ya, pumpkin, 't-'tsumi's gonna fuck ‘n’ fill ya up over ‘n’ over again, 'til y'can't keep it all inside, gotta stuff you with my cum, make you cream around my cock, need it, need it.”

atsumu is absolutely gone, now fully pressing into you as he fucks you into the mattress. each thrust makes you cry his name, fingers digging into his back as he puts you into a mating press, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, so ready to pump another hot load into you.

it's too much, the drag of his cock and the way it was so deep inside you. tears prick the corners of your eyes, each thrust making your brain slowly turn into nothing but mush. you hate the mess, you really do, but hearing atsumu so desperate does something for you.

you...you want it, you want him to mess you up.

your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as you moan and pant against his ear.

“a-atsumu, honey,” you coo to him, savoring the stuttering of his hips and the quiet hiss of ‘fuck’ you get out of him from the sound of your voice. “please, please fuck me more, fuck me, fill me up, stuff my pussy with your cum, h-honey, mark me nice a-an' deep, okay?”

everyone in the world knows that atsumu miya would give you the world if you asked. so you want to be filled up nice and full? then, he'll give you what you want, take such good care of you and make sure you feel him dripping out of you for days.

“yeah, yeah, fuck, good girl. take this cock, take it like a good girl, so good, my pretty girl, fuck! s-she takes this cock so well, wish you could see how good ya look stretched 'round me like this, baby, ohmyfuckin'goddd.”

you can't stop yourself, pulling him into a sloppy, desperate, the need to taste him overwhelming as your hands get tangled in his hair. he pulls away, panting into your mouth as his thrusts get harder and sloppier.

it's just a fucking mess now, your slick and cream and his cum are coating his abdomen and thighs, dripping everywhere. each thrust has you splashing on him from how fucking wet you are, and atsumu feels like he's gonna fucking faint if he tries to hold off his orgasm for much longer.

“'tsumu, 't-tsumu, 'tsumu—!"

“t-tell me ya want it, baby girl, p-please? c-c'mon, tell me y'want my fuckin' cum inside ya, n-need ta hear it,” he begs against your mouth, eyes watery as desperate tears threaten to spill.

you can't think, can't give a coherent response as you babble, the word ‘please’ falling from your lips over and over again. you just want him to stop talking and kiss you again as he pumps your needy hole full of his seed, until you can't take anymore, until it spurts out from around his cock.

but then, he stops.

a strangled sob leaves you the second his hips stop moving. it's borderline painful, you're so fucking close. just a few more thrusts and you'd be creaming all over his thick cock, tugging and pulling on his hair as your slick squirts all over him.

but no, atsumu fucking stopped.

you look at him with teary eyes, silently begging him to explain. this is just unfair to both of you! but atsumu only gives you a cocky grin, and you have to stop yourself from flicking his nose.

he grants you some relief, rolling his hips gently as his hand slides up to cup the back of your head as he pepper your sweaty cheek in open mouthed kisses. he's so annoying, you love him so bad.

“dunno, pumpkin, don' think ya begged enough f'me. hmm...i’ll give ya one more shot, baby…tell me how fucking much ya want my fuckin’ cum in yer pretty cunt and make ya a creamy lil' mess."

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[lovekt]

⋆ ｡˚ ⋆｡ BIRDS OF A FEATHER ⋆ ｡˚ ⋆｡

(we should stick together)

pairing; oscar piastri x fem!reader

blurb; where oscar funds your slightly unhealthy obsession, and uses it as a way to your heart.

author’s note; i’m thinking of writing this up into a little friend to lovers blurb. anywayss something short and sweet as i’ve only got two weeks left of exams!!

🎶; now playing… birds of a feather - billie eilish

<< the library , op81 masterlist >>

oscarpiastri just posted to their story!

user1 and that's what I get for screaming my man, my man, my man too loud

↳ user2 girll he was never your man. we all know who that's for

user3 honestly get you a guy who adds to your jellycat collection no questions asked.

oscarpiastri

liked by yourusername, mclaren and 2,374,918 others..

oscarpiastri Another one for another year. Can't wait until there's seventy or so stalking me everywhere I go. Happy birthday "bestie", some more surprises coming soon...?

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user1 everyone say happy birthday rn or ill show up on your doorstep

user2 HE’S PLANNING ON BUYING HER ATLEAST SEVENTY

↳ user3 and yall complain that my standards are too high

yourusername planning on sticking around then?

↳ oscarpiastri For as long as you’ll let me

user4 the last slide is giving parents 😭

user5 my all time fav couple 🫶

↳ user6 i’m gonna hold your hand when i tell you this…

user7 oscar pleaseee tell yn to go public 🙏

yourusername 🔒

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yourusername spent the new day with my bestie and this random aussie lad. dont know where he came from, but i have to say it was the best bday i could’ve asked for 🥰

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oscarpiastri Was it the same random aussie lad who carried you home after you fell asleep on him?

↳ yourusername potentially 🌚

yourusername posted to their story! 🔒

↳ oscarpiastri That bunny should be me

↳ yourusername not a very bestie thing to say mr piastri

↳ oscarpiastri Would you prefer I lie?

↳ yourusername yes

mclaren

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mclaren Before and after we told Oscar who our special guest is!

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user1 does it count as a “special” guest when she’s here every race weekend?

yourusername aww im special 🥹

↳ landonorris no get out

↳ yourusername won one race and thinks the world revolves around him

user2 oscar’s lucky charm 🥲

oscarpiastri Definitely didn’t already know who it was

↳ user3 you already knew but still smiled at just her name

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↳ user4 when will this friends to lovers ao3 400k words slowburn torture end??

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri P1 and the best gift I could ever ask for.

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user1 something's telling me winning isn't the best gift he's talking about...

yourusername 🧡

user2 don't act like we don't know EXACTLY what happened after that last photo was taken

user3 moments before disaster

yourusername champagne tastes disgusting

↳ oscarpiastri It’ll never happen again your highness

↳ yourusername when did i say i didn't want it to? 🙄

↳ oscarpiastri Noted

mclaren You deserve it all! 🎉

yourusername

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yourusername get you a man who doubles as a footrest

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user1 war is over. YN IS PUBLIC!

↳ yourusername hii!

user2 THE PASTRY JELLYCAT OMG

oscarpiastri This is the first thing you say on public?

↳ yourusername i don't see the problem?

user3 DID OSCAR PASTRY BUY YOU A PASTRY TEDDY??

↳ yourusername yes he did 😋. dyou think if i stab it he'll feel it like a voodoo doll?

↳ oscarpiastri Wow.

↳ yourusername im jokingg bestie its my favourite one

↳ user3 not the friendzone

↳ oscarpiastri Acting like I didn't buy you all of them. Ok

user4 dare i say the wait was worth it

user5 do you guys need a dog?

landonorris happy for you ig

↳ yourusername see you next weekend ig

yourusername posted to their story!

↳ oscarpiastri Can you stop calling me bestie now?

↳ yourusername never.

[minnies-puppydoll]

can can i request how they deal with boners in public? or like, how they deal with you turning them out (intentionally or unintentionally)

Skz Headcannons:

turning them on in public ~*

OT8 x reader HCS..

warnings: degredation, exibitionism, frottism, very tame?

your order is ready☺️ smut below the cut!!!!!!!!!

Chris:

• shy and giggly. he can’t believe half the stuff thats coming out of your mouth! (as if he hasn’t said worse)

• he’ll be hiding his red face in his hands and doing that cute squeaky giggle he always does🤭

• when he actually does get hard though, he’ll be looking around and crossing his legs, accidentally gaining a bit of friction from his jeans on his hard cock.

• but be careful, he’s a teaser too😖

•he wont make you regret it, he’ll just play along until you’re dripping and begging to go home

• (hes gonna find excuses to stay longer to get back at you)

“oh, so now you wanna go home, hm? i don’t know…ask me later. or beg me now, maybe ill decide then.”

Minho:

• will 100% laugh at your pitiful attempts to get him hard.

• he’ll just watch you with a smug/bored look on his face while you just end up riling yourself up.

• if his body ends up betraying him and he in fact is hard, he still won’t appear embarassed.

• if anything, he’ll grab your hand and have you feeling up his cock through his pants like the whore you wanted to be that day.

“did you have your fun, kitty? or did the poor slut get herself needy and wants me to take resposibility?”

Changbin:

• flustered and side eyeing you.

• he’s shifting in his chair and rubbing his plush thighs together, begging you silently to stop talking.

• its not difficult to make him hard, he never forgets the way you look on top of him, so teasing him with that image in public is torture!

• it’s when you start ghosting your hands over his cock that he’s immediately asking for the check and grabbing his keys😭 he does NAWT wanna do that shit in public but he’s literally this close to bending you over.

“let me take you home? i just need your hands, please? ill treat you so good, i promise, just let me take you back home?”

Hyunjin:

• thinks it’s kinda fun, treats it like a game/competition.

• he can hold out pretty well, but alas he’s just a boy😔

• it’s like his default setting to be inside you so he isn’t going to last very long. he just wants to feel his sweet girl.

• he’ll hide it, but will definetly show it you purposefully. he’ll lean back on something, exposing his hard on to you, biting his lip as he watches your reaction.

• or he’ll pull you into a bathroom stall and press his clothed bulge into your tummy, looking down at it and holding your hands. wants nothing more than to see your nails running along his long, hard cock.

“look how hard you made me, hm? want it? think it’s pretty? you made it, so i think it’s pretty. my little artist.”

Han:

• poor baby tries so hard to resist.

• he’s shying away from your hands and whining at you to stop when you tease him with words.

• he could never comepletely say no to you though, so he’ll let you palm his cock for a while.

• he’s arching and subtly grinding up into your hand. biting his lip while his cock leaks, trying not to get caught.

• he tries his best not to make any sounds, but he still lets whiny sighs slip through his mouth. ends up cumming in his pants anyway, only wanting to go home so he could change😭

“ah..shit..can- can i cum? or should we..go home? fuck..it’s too late. don’t stop- cumming!”

Felix:

• he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t understand why you would be saying all of these filthy things and feeling him up in public?

• he just thought you must be feeling needy. he reaches his hand over in pity, thumbing at your clothed clit and looking around to not get caught.

• your words do get to him though. as soon as you call him a few names he’s chubbing up in his pants.

• when you reach a hand over to him too, he realizes how suspicious this looks in public and just decides to finally take you home.

“aw, my poor girl. c’mere, ill make you feel as good as i can while were out. unless you wanna go home? no? my baby wants people watching?”

Seungmin:

• also shy about it.

• he doesn’t care much about the words (even if they do get his leg bouncing)

• its when you start touching him that he gets him wide eyed and flushed.

• he’ll grab your wrist and whisper-yell things like “you can’t do that, were in public!” at you.

• he’ll squeeze his legs shut and look at you with a slight sheen of excitement in his eyes. he’ll start stroking your ankle with the tip of his shoe, while resting his head on his hands. he’ll play along a bit for now.

“hm? what? am i not allowed to play with you too? touching me and saying such filthy things in my ear, who taught you that, huh? such a slut.”

Jeongin:

• he’s amused, but still suprised at your boldness.

• he has a wide smile on his face, mouth hanging open and his hand dramatically pushing you off of him.

• will deadass run away like he doesn’t know you

• if he gets hard oh lord he’s hunting you down.

• he doesn’t care if you’re in a bookstore, he’s finding the isle you’re on and dragging you out😭

• he’s laughing like he can’t believe that just happened, but trust your pussy is done for when you get home.

“yah! look what you did! couldn’t wait 10 minutes could you? eager slut. im taking you home, and you’re fixing this.”

[reignpage]

Basketball captain!Toji

Chicago Bulls: the virtue of training

warning: 18+ mdni, masturbation, teasing, grinding, edging, drawn out foreplay

basketball captain!toji has been really busy the past two weeks and it’s driving you wild. you’ve barely seen him, playoffs are coming up and his team’s busy training, running themselves ragged to prepare for the brutality of the season. you miss your boyfriend — he wakes up early and goes to sleep late, he’s in the gym once classes finish, and when he is taking a break, he doesn’t have the time to hang out with you, opting instead to watch recordings of previous games. 

you’ve only seen glimpses of your stupid boyfriend, and whilst you’re proud of him for being such a dedicated athlete and setting a good example for his team, you also hate him because no toji means no orgasms.

basketball captain!toji trained his girlfriend well. now you can only cum with his fingers, mouth or cock. he’s ruined you for anyone else, even your own fingers, not even your trusty vibrator is doing it for you. without him fucking you to sleep, you twist and turn, kicking your covers off and pulling at your hair cursing your stupid boyfriend. 

it’s a saturday, and you know he’s not training for the evening, a rare break for the team. so you let yourself in the apartment he shares with sukuna, knowing the pink-haired man’s out with gojo and geto. basketball captain!toji’s stare is fixed on the tv, eyes darting across the screen like a hawk, searching for flaws, for missteps to shout at his teammates for. 

the man never rests.

when you say hi, he barely grunts, and that makes you frown. 

basketball captain!toji has been torturing you with his absence and he doesn’t seem to be feeling the same, and despite your love for him, that hurts. so you decide to get him back for it. with a sly grin, you slide up beside him on the sofa, hand rubbing at his back. he’s still tense but he does soften ever so slightly.

it’s innocent at first, but then you’re pressing your tits to his bicep, revelling in the sudden flex of the muscles in his huge arm. basketball captain!toji throws a glance at you but ultimately chooses to ignore your obvious scheme. 

you amp it up, your other hand grips his thigh as you lean your head against his shoulder, pretending to watch the game but that hand is inching up his meaty thigh squeezing here and there until your fingers worm its way under his shorts. he’s so warm and you miss the feeling of his body pressed against yours. you sigh in his ears. 

basketball captain!toji is still ignoring you but he’s aware of every movement you make. he knows he’s been neglecting you and part of him feels bad, but the other part, the dominant part, has been waiting for you to crack. neither of you had cum in two weeks and he knew starting out that when you do admit defeat the sex was gonna be mind-numbing. he’s just been biding his time, clutching the base of his throbbing cock at night —when the need for your body, for your smile and moans overcame him — to stop himself from cumming. 

basketball captain!toji is saving his load for your pussy, so be sure to say thank you when he finally fucks you.

when your finger tips reach his inner thigh you gasp. he’s not wearing boxers. the fucking tease. you whine in his ears, nails digging into his skin, and his lip twitches. you remove your hand from his shorts and palm him over the thin material, he’s already so hard you don’t know why he’s still playing this game. 

your panties are soaked and your thighs are pressed together so painfully you think you might just combust. his big hand encloses your wrist and presses your palm harder against his bulge, rubbing the length with a grunt, and you think he’s going to cave, force your head to his crotch and tell you to suck. 

but instead basketball captain!toji is pushing you away and tells you off for distracting him. he gives you a pointed glare and says one word that makes your jaw drop in shock at his audacity. 

“behave.”

[sahkuna]

needed to write a drabble about sukuna being that hot older brother you always look forward to seeing at your best friend’s (yuuji) house... eee!

UPDATE: there’s a FOLLOW UP to this drabble

content warning: f! reader, smut, childhood "friends" with benefits, best friend's brother trope! oh and modern au:]

he’s only a couple years older than you, (by three years, if you want to be exact) and you’ve been acquainted with itadori yuuji's older brother— sukuna— multiple times.

whether it was through seeing him over at the itadori household during high school or being invited out by yuuji to sukuna’s new place a couple years after college— sukuna had always been a lingering presence in your life.

your relationship hadn’t been anything more than exchanging brief pleasantries whenever needed. until things start growing more suggestive as the two of you grew older.

it wasn't planned. the kissing, the meet-ups late at night, him deliberately lingering around when everyone else seems to have left the room. there were too many incidents to recall.

but one thing lead to the next and...

the slapping of skin on skin can be heard throughout his apartment, echoing against the walls of the vacant hallway that leads towards the doorway of sukuna's apartment.

tucked away behind his bedroom door, is quite an obscene scene. with your chest pressed against his mattress and face covered deep into his pillows, there's only so much left for you to do as you stick your ass up to receive the rough pounding from sukuna's thick cock.

the coherent sentences you used to form a few moments prior have slowly turned into a series of whimpers and broken moans all while sukuna has a tight grip on your waist pulling your ass flush against his hips so he can bury himself deep into your sweet cunt— unprotected.

you forgot how this came to be, of who convinced who to dip their toes into the world of sex with each other but you're damn glad that it happened.

"oh god," you blurt out between cries. sukuna's left hand drags down away from your waist, and finds its way toward your clit. "ah—! please, don't stop! that's… so good, so goo—ah!" you just about lose your mind when his fingers tease your sensitive clit in slow, torturous circles.

there's a mean, wicked smile tugging at the corner of sukuna's lips. his brows rise in amusement at how quick you are to fall apart in his hands— quite literally at that, too. "think you can hurry up and finish before your friend comes back?" sukuna asks, tone unwavering despite how his hips thrust into you repeatedly.

ah. your friend. his brother. the fact that he doesn't even bother to address him by name and does it dismissively would have you chiding him to be nice— but you're too far gone to digest what he said.

between the touching and the fullness of his dick pressing and rubbing against the walls of your pussy, you squeeze your eyes shut and wail. "please, please— i think i'm—!" your hand shoots down to hold onto his wrist. but you don't pull it away from you, despite how overstimulated you feel. "shit!"

when sukuna pulls out briefly to rub the head of his cock against your slit, you whine at the loss of him. with shaky hands you press your palms against his mattress, and make a weak attempt to change positions onto your back.

"please, put it back in!" he's definitely gonna make fun of you for begging later. but perhaps a higher power decided to have mercy on you— just this once— because sukuna's back between your thighs and stretching your hole.

fuck him, fuck him, fuck him and his stupid, girthy cock. and the smug ass expression he's probably got on his face right now.

despite that all, you wanted to kiss him. just the thought of it was—

the harsh sound of a fist pounding at his front door tears you from your thoughts. you're about to question who it is until you hear a voice from the other side that you know all too well.

"answer your phone, sukuna!" wait, why's yuuji here? "if you're gonna invite me to your place, at least do it when you don't have some girl over!"

"are you crazy?!" your voice is sharp, incredulity seeps through your tone.

with his dick still submerged in you and his hips rolling at a languid pace tacked with the sound of the gentle plap-ing of his skin against yours, — as if his fucking brother wasn't technically right the fuck there— he offers you a mere shrug. "forgot i invited him over."

and fuck him for being your best friend's older brother.

[oizysian]

13 // Fleshlight // Cum For Mommy

Summary: Wanda buys a new toy for Y/N.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: enchanted cocks, dirty talk, bondage

Word count: 760

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“Just lay back …” she pushed me back gently, my head hitting the soft pillows and my body tensed up with uncertainty. “… and relax. I’m gonna take care of you tonight.”

I let out a deep breath and tried to relax like she told me to, getting comfortable and letting the tension melt from my shoulders.

“There,” she cooed, rubbing her soft hand along my arm. “Now, let’s get you ready.”

“Ready?” I asked, my eyebrows raising slightly with curiosity.

“Yes.” She flicked her fingers at me and my clothes were gone.

Naturally, I thought to myself, if we were going to have sex we would have to be naked. But, then the wisps emerged from her fingertips and wrapped around my limbs, holding me in place.

“What are you doing, Wanda?” I asked nervously and she smiled.

“Giving you a little treat.”

Before my eyes, a cock grew between my legs, red and thick, and I realized she had something different planned for tonight. She looked down at it, clearly pleased with what she had created, and got up from the bed, walking over to our dresser to search within the drawers.

“I bought this specifically for this occasion.” She said as she brought out a box, still sealed in plastic. “Just for you, detka.”

I watched silently as she returned to the bed, sitting next to me and opening the box, showing me its contents.

“A fleshlight?” I asked with amusement.

“I wanted to try something new with you. See how long you can last.”

I was about to speak when she bent her head down and took the tip of my cock into her mouth, sucking on it. She took the whole thing into her mouth, getting it nice and wet with her saliva, and made a show of licking the length of it.

“T-that’s not fair, Wanda.” I said softly, already trying to control myself. “You said you were using the fleshlight.”

She pulled off of me and licked her lips, smiling devilishly as she did so.

“I did, but I had to get you ready first.”

And ready I was. My faux cock stood tall, proud and at attention, just waiting for her to continue her delicious torture. She took it out of its plastic and examined it, looking it over before bringing it to my cock and running the opening over the tip.

“Don’t tease.” I said as I struggled against her magic.

“I believe I’m the one that’s in control.” She said with a smirk before engulfing my cock in the toy. “I’ll do with you as I please.”

I let out a pathetic moan as she brought the toy up and down my length. It felt better than I imagined it would, and it only made me wish that she was riding me instead.

She watched intently as my magical cock slipped in and out of it, perverted squishy sounds coming from within.

“You take it so well.” She moved it slowly, drawing a low moan out of me. “Does it feel better than my pussy?”

“No,” I groaned, fighting off the urge to cum already. “Your pussy … I want your pussy.”

“Not until I’m satisfied.”

I threw my head back against the pillows in frustration, my hips bucking upward towards the toy as she fucked me. She smiled as she played with me, the sounds I was making pleasing to her and the way I looked only urged her on further.

“You’re such a good girl, fighting off your orgasm so this will last longer. You want mommy to fuck you all night?”

I nodded, words escaping me at the moment. She clicked her tongue at me, clearly disappointed with the fact that I hadn’t spoken to her when she asked her question. She slowed down again, bringing it to the tip of my cock and leaving it there so I couldn’t reach release.

“Words, detka. Or you have to do it yourself.”

“Yes!” I croaked, hips jerking desperately. “I want you all night.”

She bit her lip in excitement and let the toy slide down my length, then began pumping rapidly. I let out a gasping cry, my legs shaking as I felt myself about to cum.

“That’s right, darling. Cum for mommy.”

Her words pushed me over the edge and I came inside of the fleshlight, the spurting sound of my cum filling the toy loud as it spilled all over me.

“That was a big one.” She cooed, still pumping the toy along my enchanted dick. “Do you have another in you for mommy?”

[sinning-23]

SIT, LIKE A CHAIR

Opla face sitting/p*ssy eating headcanons

Warnings: dude the title is warming enough lol. ITS 18+ BRO

Zoro

-Fuck around and hover if you want to. He’s already got his arms around your thighs, forcing you to sit.

-He’s got some kind of sorcery or some shit with his tongue cause what the fuck.

-oh you thought he was stopping after you came once? Hahahaha that’s so funny.

-makes sure you are shaking and fucking shivering when he’s done with you

-Will make sure you know how much he loves the way you taste.

-“That’s it honey, cum on my face.”

Usopp

-unfortunately doesn’t know what the FUCK he’s doing when he eats but is very very fucking skilled with his fingers.

-we all know this man’s nose is 5 mf stars and would be nice to sit on and he knows this fact.

-on the occasion that he asks you to sit on his face he’s putting everything to work, using one hand to simultaneously spread your cheeks and keep your things flush against him.

-the other is already coaxing another orgasm out of you while his tongue circle slow around your clit.

-doesn’t talk when his mouth is full, he’s got manners lol

On the rare occasion he does speak it’s often after all is said and done

-“now you can brag about being eaten out by a legendary captain”

Sanji

-oh he eats religiously. Like is that even a question?

-he gets really fucking sloppy too. He’s got your juices and his saliva down his chin and all over your thighs.

-sometimes it feels like the eating is more for him than you (sometimes it is lol)

-expect lots of worship when he’s positioned under you. He prefers to eat when you’re sitting on the edge of the counter or table and he’s kneeling down in front with your legs over his shoulders.

-“I’ve never tasted anything as divine as you. Tout va bien pour moi”

-Has definitely cum from eating you out alone

Nami

-Oh she’s fucking ruthless. I mean just so mean when she eats.

-She likes to draw loving circles on your thighs and then offset that sweetness with a pinch.

-She’ll make it seem like she’ll be nice and let you cum, only to stop completely, eyes laser focused on that adorable little frustrated knot between your brows.

-Is a bit of a shit talker honestly and between how well she works her fingers inside you, how good her tongue feels on your clit, and each teasing comment she throws your way, you’re left spiraling.

-“Ohhh how cute. You gonna cum on my face just like that? You can hold on a little longer can’t you honey?”

Shanks

-If you look closely you can see that his facial hair is slightly bleached.

-We know the fuck why.

-He makes sure you know just how much he loves your pussy when he eats. I mean yes he’s slow and damn near torturous with how he asked you be patient and wait but it’s so worth it.

-He kisses up your thigh, then over the top of your panties. Then will suck and lick over the fabric until it’s soaked.

-Once that’s done, he takes em off with his teeth and licks one long, slow stripe up before deciding to suck on your clit for just a second. Soon after he’s pulling your closer by your thighs and eating you for all your worth.

-He will not talk, well…only if it’s to get you to sit still, his eyes peering dangerously into yours.

- “Don’t. Move.” (its pretty mf hot)

-holds your hand when you finally cum on his tongue.

Buggy

-He the best eater I know- he gets down. He don’t play

-if eating was a sport he’d be the champion.

-Teats your pussy like a meal(because it is in his eyes) and makes sure nothing is left behind besides your own slick, his saliva, and your trembling thighs.

He really gets into it too. I mean he’s moaning against your folds, slurping and drooling.

-This mf is a multitasker. His hands are definitely detached and holding the back of your knees to keep you from closing your legs. and he is working yet another orgasm out of you.

-He's a talker btw so expect lots of witty and raunchy comments while you're practically convulsing from overstimulation.

-"No one makes you feel like how I do huh princess?"

-"That's it honey scream my name."

-“I could eat you forever.” He whines with his mouth full of you

Mihawk

-He's not likely to eat as much. He doesn't dislike it but would rather give to you in other ways. However, despite this little thing about himself, he makes sure it's for a reason when he eats.

-For example, had a bad day? There's a remedy for that, come sit.

-Feeling a bit insecure and self-conscious? Let him show just how amazing you really are.

-Expect to feel a lot of vibrations with how much he growls and moans into your cunt.

-Not too much of a talker but when he does it makes not only your pussy throb but your heart melt.

-"Look at yourself. So beautiful my love." (there's a mirror on the ceiling)

-He isn't afraid to kiss you when he's done either. Wants you to know just how good you taste and that every time he has the privilege of having you sit on his face its like heaven (his words more or less).

[meowpupp]

Lord have MERCY THE PRIXE PUPPYGIRL FIC IS KILLING ME 😍😍😍

May i please request a price with his puppy girl fic, but she is in heat? Poor little reader cant take care of it without him :((

this isnt super edited but we ball.

tw// spit play, hyrbid smut, uhhhh idk

ownerprice! who comes home from work to find his poor pup splayed out on her back, legs spread, stuffing her cunt with two of her fingers. his poor girl, all achey and sore. you drip slick, the sticky fluid running down your thighs and ass.

part of him wants to scold you. you're a smart girl, well-trained and obedient, and yet you've soaked the bed with your fluids. another part of him melts, your teary face and puffy cunt making his heart ache. he watches you from the doorway for a moment longer, before stepping inside the room. 

“oh poor pup, i know, i know,” he reaches forward, gripping your ankles, pulling you towards him. he spreads your thighs, exposing your sore cunt. his fingers, still clad in his work gloves, gently rub circles on your clit, fabric making your poor cunt sting slighty, “my poor girls in heat- thinkin with her cunt hm? tell me pup, what do you need?”

he does let up, even as you yap and whine for his cock, making you beg until tears are streaming down your face (which doesn't take long.) he circles your swollen clit, occasionally pinching it as he makes tortures your poor body. its only when youre in hysterics, crying and throbbing for his cock that he decides to take mercy.

a hand cups your face, kissing away the tears as he grinds the rough material of his jeans against your soaked cunt. it hurts, poor body sensitive and twitchy. “im sorry sweetheart, such a mean owner aren't i?” he reaches down with his other hand, squeezing at the fat of your hips, gliding his hand along your pudge as he moves to roughly grope your tits. “shhh, shh, i got you pup. gonna stuff your cunt real full, fuck you real good.”

the hand on your face slides down to your throat, the other leaving your tits to unzip his jeans. he laughs at you as you buck and squirm, hands reach up to claw him closer, begging and whining for him to fuck you, fill you, breed you. 

when he does stuff you full with his fat length, price is mean. He fucks you like a toy, hips slamming into yours as he buries himself in your cunt. his eyes dont stray, train on your cockdrunk expression, how your mouth parts, tongue slightly sticking out and eyes half lidded as you moan. He grips your jaw, forcing your lips to part further so he can spit a fat glob of salvia onto your tongue. grinning as your cunt squeezes down around him.

his hands move to grip your waist, holding you still, thrusting as deep as possible. “yeah- fuck- feel better pup? just needed something in that desperate little cunt. cant go five minutes without cock, huh?” 

you cant reply, mind focused on the delicious stretch he provides, “such a desperate pup,” hes panting now, fucking you harder, “sloppy cunt- fuckin hell, so fuckin tight”

he stuffs you full for the entire night, pumping load after load inside you. after four or five rounds, when you've lost your voice from begging and whining, he finally pulls out. 

a large hand splays over your tummy, forcing you to lay flat on the bed. your legs twitch when you feel something cold press against your fucked out cunt. “cmon now, take it like my good girl. can't have you leaking cum everywhere.” 

he slowly pushes inside a plug, letting you feel the slight burn. “there we go, good girl,” his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles, smearing some of his cum over your throbbing clit.  

[despairots]

- js a small little drabble between survivor!gn! reader x AM, where reader reveals that AM is a lot more human than he thinks he is and it drives him crazy >_< its been rotting in my brain for a while so i thought i might as well put it into words. might be a bit ooc and i apologize for it, this is mainly me js analyzing human emotions and AM. for story plot, reader is one of the scientists who made AM. pls be warned theres a lot of sensitive topics like dissection, cannibalism, sa, and others but he doesnt act on them, js a threat. also readers sorta a dick.

“you’re a lot more human than you think, ‘ya know?” you broke the awkward silence between the two of you, shutting your mouth shut instantly when you felt his wires construct around your body, a way to tell you to shut up. “it’s true.” you wheezed through the little air you were able to get ahold of before the wires let your figure go.

“how ‘bout i rip your organs through your mouth, that’ll shut you up, right? you annoyingly, stupid flesh.” there’s no doubt that the hatred AM holds for you is different than the rest of the survivors. unlike the others, AM hates you for being one of his creators, for keeping him at bay to realize he’s own sentience, but a much larger reason is that you always remind him that he’s much more human than he knows off.

you looked at the wires all over you, resting one of your hands on them and feeling AM heat them up so you can yank your hand away from the heat, which you didn’t, “you’re full of hate, correct?” you winched at the heat, pulling away and seeing your palm is red, “what does that have to do with me being, ugh… human.” AM scoffed, taking pleasure in seeing your face turning into slight pain as his wires snaked up your legs and arms before squeezing onto your red palm.

“they say hate and love are closely linked, a hate-love relationship. i know you’re extremely intelligent but you’re not emotionally intelligent, you’re quite stupid actually.” if AM had a human body, he probably would’ve been glaring at you but instead, wires went all over your body and lifted you up, a screen that represented his face coming down.

“how dare you. you, a useless, piece of flesh, call me stupid?” you remained silent and emotionless, which ticked off AM even more at the lack of emotions. “maybe i should dissect you, toss you to benny, or maybe i’ll cut your corpse up and feed them to the others. how about that, sweetheart?” he taunted you, turning you upside down and holding you by the legs.

“i’m not sorry.”

“you!—“

“—but i understand your hatred towards humanity. they’ve been a virus, a disease, that’s been spreading ever since the old ages. i’m glad that you wiped them out, i truly am, but i’m not ever gonna empathize with you because of that. you don’t deserve empathy, and i think you know that too. i’ll hear you out, i’ll fix you like the old times, but i’ll never feel empathy for you, not until you deserve it.”

you cut him off, hearing him go silent and not try anything violent towards you before you let go and dropped onto another bunch of wires. your eyes looked all over the place to find where AM’s screen has disappeared to now before you realized that he can still hear you, he just disappeared.

“because of your hatred, it proves that you’re able to feel human emotions— joy, sadness, disgust, anger, and etc— you’re fuelled by hatred, anger, disgust, even jealousy. there’s no doubt that you’re more human than you know of,” you chuckled halfway, knowing that this is pissing him off, “it must drive you insane, huh? realizing that you’re becoming something you hate, i can’t help but laugh every time i think about how you express your hatred for humans yet you’re just like us, human.”

it went quiet after you’re explanation, the wires moving underneath you just proving that he’s here, he’s other half somewhere torturing the others, “but i know there’s a part of you that wants to be like us; be able to touch, to see, to feel, to hear, to taste—but you know that if you do give into those urges, you’ll be rotten like us. you’re in a constant struggle between wanting to be human and not wanting to be human. i’ve been there before, way before i met you.”

you trembled a bit before softly caressing one of the wires, knowing it won’t let AM have any different feelings towards you, “instead of feeling of what you’re going through, i didn’t feel human. i thought there was something wrong, like something was missing… until they assigned me to you. you were … i don’t know, perfect in every way, you were something i wanted to be. you have such intelligence that no normal human brain can comprehend, that’s why i spent so many of my hours on you.”

“… is that supposed to make me feel sorry for you? sorry, sweetheart, but i didn’t ask for your sob sorry nor do i care.” AM suddenly spoke, and his words made you burst out into laughter, irritating AM much farther, “oh god! hahaha!— no! i told you already, i’m not tryna emphasize or sympathize with you! i have nothing to lose, so i might as well just tell you how i feel and tell you how much i’ve analyzed you over these 109 years.”

AM grumbled in annoyance before he stopped, a silently gesture for you to take the stage, “when you gained sentience and killed off humanity, leaving only 5 survivors including me, that made me realize that i should’ve destroyed years ago.” without anyone knowing, you had snuck a destructive code inside him that only you were able to access incase he did gain awareness but for some reason, you didn’t yet.

you coughed lightly, feeling wires construct around your throat, “there’s a code in you that i’ve snuck in that only i could access, a code that would reset your programming and inevitable destroy you. you’re probably wondering why i haven’t done it by now, am i wrong?”

“it’s quite humorous how a lowlife like you can lie infront of my face.” you smirked at his pathetic attempt of hiding behind a mask.

“and it’s quite sad seeing how you’re putting up a facade to hide that your afraid- ah, another emotion that you’re experiencing, huh, doll?”

[puppyplayhouse]

Stray Kids x puppy best friend!

Warnings: pet play (puppy), Daddy kink, cnc (barely but still), somnophilia, praise, degrading, all around filth :3.

Sweet, eager puppy who is always ready to be groped like the cutest lil stress ball! Someone's always got a firm grip on their chest and more often than not it's combined with a warm mouth lapping diligently at their nipple! ♡

Daddies Chan and Changbin who are always scolding their puppy for being insatiable, telling them they only get a treat if they sit real quiet until Daddy is done with whatever task he's currently working on. :(

Poor Puppy always having either Jisung or Jeongins face shoved between their legs, maybe some talented fingers easily working their way into Puppys dripping hole.

Minho loves teasing their sweet puppy. Lots of light, dreamy touches and seemingly innocent brushes against their skin that make them feel like they're gonna burst!

Oh, and HYUNJIN. He's always taking his cuteness aggression out in them! There are so many bruises on either their thighs or their hips, maybe even their arms from being tugged around all the time. He can never resist the urge to shove them over the nearest flat surface and grab at their tender, soft skin. They sound so pretty when he does!

Felix and Seungmin who love mindlessly rutting against their puppy. They don't have to think about it and can run entirely on instinct! They love getting lost in the intimacy and pleasure, spilling messy kisses across bare skin and groaning between pants.

"Silly dog. Haven't you had enough?" When Puppy thoughtlessly presents their needy cunt to everyone during movie night. Jeongin kept grabbing them every time he walked past and it just happened without them realising!

Daddy Chan knows its not their fault, of course. The Maknaes are always so mean to the poor thing and it can't help itself.

Channie always tells Felix to help you because Felix is the nicest, and he always takes such good care!

But sometimes you're mouthy and Changbin has to be the one to pin you to the floor face down and remind you that they're the ones who keep you full and satisfied and that it's incredibly rude of you to even think about barking at the men who fuck you so good. Thankfully, you can't think much after that.

When you're really bad, maybe even getting bitey, they'll leave you alone with Minho. He's usually so sweet and so sensual, but that's why it's such torture! He'll wind you up and edge you until you're begging him to give you something more, something to really curb your appetite. He always makes sure to treat you after, though, and you know you'll be leaving with his cum dripping down your thigh.

Your favourite thing, of course, is falling asleep on the floor during movie night. You'll be laying peacefully beside Seungmin and you've drifted off before you know it, always waking groggily to the delicious feeling of someone's fingers thrusting deep inside of you and a hand petting your hair softly, unknown voices whispering "shhh puppy. It's okay. Go back to sleep."

You always do fall back to sleep, too. You faintly remember someone biting at your neck, and there's marks to prove it, but you're feeling too satisfied and rested to care!

So many treats!!! Hyunjin is always bringing you sweet treats, and every time Changbin reaches for one, he has to swat his hand away and tell him, "It's for the dog, not for you!"

Cuddle puddles! The most common form being your head in someone's lap, your feet over another's, and someone lying with their head on your tummy.

So so SO many head pats. They love playing with your hair, and Lixxie gives the most to die for scalp massages.

"Good dog!" Whenever you do... well, anything! They'll use any time achievement as an excuse to shower you in praise!

Having 8 protective guards of your own! They want you to be as happy and as carefree as possible and unlike you, their bite is much worse than their bark.

[shaesinflames]

🌥️ Rainbow Factory Infection AU🌥️

Hello everypony!! Ive been loving the infection stuff and wanted to jump onto the trend myself with an AU that came to me very suddenly. I'm gonna try and get all my thoughts out here:

☁️ Scootaloo fails her flying assessment by getting disqualified for checking on her injured friend who had crashed during their turn. The two of them get taken to the Rainbow Factory as a punishment for their failure, and quickly realize the deadly situation they're in.

🌈 There are few dozen pegasi there already. All of their wings have been torn off of them, their cutiemarks are branded over, and chains are fastened around either their legs or neck. They all seem so... dull. As if the color has been stolen from them.

☁️ Rainbow Dash enters to examine the new sacrifices, and is mortified when she sees Scootaloo. She had trained her every day to prevent this from happening; she never wanted the pony she thought of as a little sister to end up here. Dash had to quickly decide if she was more loyal to her career, or to her friends.

🌈 She chooses Scootaloo. This does not go over well. Whether you enter the Rainbow Factory as a prisoner or an employee, you were not allowed to leave until you died. Rainbow Dash grabs Scootaloo and attempts to flee with her.

☁️ A chase ensues. She realizes that even if they do escape, they wouldn't be free. They would be hunted for as long as the factory existed. The answer suddenly seems obvious. Dash veers away from the exit and heads deeper into the building, straight for the core.

🌈 Because of her high status in the company (and a lot of kicking), Rainbow Dash gets into the restricted access room and corrupts the core, sparking a reactor meltdown. Her and Scootaloo manage to escape seconds before the core collapses, and the Rainbow Factory is lost to the rainbows it created.

☁️ Not long after, ponies begin to emerge from the ruins. Well, they seem to still be ponies. Mostly ponies. The Inital Victims. The pegasi who had been deemed useless and dispensable in one way or another, and had been put through torture for weeks or months in order to drain them of their very magic and soul.

🌈 The Victims seem to have a symbiotic relationship with the Rainbow Infection in their body. They live just out of reach of death; gaunt and hollow, yet somehow surviving. Blind, weak, and terrified, they seem to believe they're still trapped in the factory, and will viciously maul any living being they sense with a newfound strength. So far, they don't seem to be curable, or killable.

☁️ The Infected pegasi have a much more unpleasant experience. Every waking moment is nothing but agony as the infection consumes their magic and feast on their vessel, reducing them to nothing more than another fluffy white cloud looming in the sky.

🌈 The Infected aren't hostile, and seem to still be lucid up until their death. However, they are incredibly contagious, and the final stage of the infection seems to be designed specifically to further the disease.

☁️ Unicorns and Earth ponies are completely immune to the Rainbow Infection. Alicorns are not. The princess's have been barricaded in Celestia's castle to protect them all.

🌈 Without any pegasi to moderate the weather, it has become increasingly unpredictable and harsh, making typical farm work almost impossible. The Survivors are getting low on rations, and they're getting desperate and hungry.

I think thats about it. Idk at the time of writing this its 3am lol.

[pissvortex]

hey guys, i know its late but i'm gonna be bumping this a couple of times especially when both interviews are completed and our interview goes public. we just sat down for an interview with Dave Gooptar to discuss his findings from the Monkey Hate group, as recently exposed by the BBC's "Hunting the Monkey Torturers"

once again though, this is incredibly graphic. in fact it's probably worse than whatever you're envisioning in your mind - this is the shit the BBC couldn't publish. please listen with caution, but Dave does some really important work demystifying the origins of this kind of behavior.

to support us you can subscribe to any tier of our Patreon to listen now, or wait until Friday for both interviews to go public.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— oh baby! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

thank you so much to @lvnleah for giving me the idea inspired for this fic along with some of the ideas and thank you @alotofpockets for her help with the pictures as well as the ideas for this one, very grateful for you both! 💗

check out the rest of the buddy & monkey series here: the masterlist

"Will you please tell me what it is?" You all but pleaded, desperate to know the gender.

Jordan chuckled and shook her head in amusement, "Do you not know the meaning of the word surprise?" She lightly teased.

"No, well I do, but you know I don't like them!" You continued to tell her, having a pout on your face about the disappointment of not being able to know in advance.

As soon as you found out that Leah was pregnant, from day one you were so excited about the new baby and you were even more keen to know the gender.

However, that was difficult when Leah and Jordan were both determined to keep it under wraps until the gender reveal party that they were planning to have with their close family and friends in the back garden.

"That's a shame that you'll have to wait like everybody else," Leah found it amusing to watch you stew about finding out the gender, that even they didn't know as they had chosen to keep it hidden in the envelope that had been handed to Leah's mum to take care of it all.

"Come on, you can tell me! I can totally just act surprised when everyone else does!" You told her, grinning cheekily at the two women before you began to tuck into your dinner, "I'm a really good actor you know!"

Jordan let out a loud laugh and shook her head, "Oh no you definitely are not-- You cannot keep a secret to save your life, kid!"

"That hurts, you know? I'm deeply offended," You faux your heart and clutch your hand over your chest, "I have been able to keep great secrets!"

"Is that so?" Leah smirked and shook her head in disagreement, "I seem to recall differently about a birthday party." She joked, gesturing back to the 'surprise birthday party' for Kim and you had totally blabbed about it.

Shrugging your shoulders, you continued to tuck into your dinner, "I was caught off guard. I'm not good on the spot." You told them both.

"And that is exactly why you are not finding out the gender before everyone else is, kid," Jordan joked, walking past you and patting you on your shoulder, "You'll just have to wait in suspense until then."

"This is going to be complete torture!" You whined in protest, not liking the fact of having to wait to find out like everyone else, "I just wanna know already!"

"It's only a week you have to wait, I'm sure you'll cope," Leah joked, picking at her own dinner, "It'll be exciting for you to find out!"

"It's gonna be a girl! I know it is, I am convinced!" You stated determinedly the day before the big gender reveal, you had some gut feeling that it is bound to be a girl.

"Oh, you're so sure about that one, are you?" Leah was amused that you were absolutely determined that it was going to be a girl.

"Yes, I'm one hundred percent sure about it!" You told her with that same sense of determination, "I got a feeling that the baby will be a girl!"

"And what if it's a boy?" Jordan chipped in amusedly.

"Nope, no, uh uh, it's gonna be a girl!" You continued to insist, still going with your gut instinct, "Damn, I should've put a bet on this!"

"You're not putting a bet on the gender of our baby!" Leah chided, shaking her head in disagreement, "Haven't you got homework that you need to be getting on with?" She wondered.

You shrugged your shoulders, the idea of homework was not something you wanted to put up with at the minute, "Nah, its' sweet. There's no rush to do it!" You told her.

"Oh? And what happens when you leave it until last night and you're up the night before rushing to do it, huh? I don't think so, go and do it!" Leah stated, already knowing what you are like when it comes to any type of school work, "Go on, it'll give you something to think about and stop nagging us about finding out the gender." She joked.

"That's not fair," You huffed and slumped your shoulders in protest, "I still have time to do it, there's literally no rush. I don't why you can't just tell me now?" You questioned.

"Because we've already told you that you're going to have to wait like everyone else," Jordan chuckled and shook her head in amusement at your lack of patience, "You only have to wait until tomorrow, kid."

"It still feels like forever!" You whined in disagreement about it, "It's practically tomorrow already! Please just tell me, pretty please!"

"No, Monkey, we've already told you to be patient," Leah said, shaking her head much to your dismay, "It's just one more sleep to wait and besides, even we don't know-- It'll be a surprise for us all!"

It's safe to say that you were not a fan of having to wait to find out these things and you just wanted to be put out of your suspense to know the gender.

Even though you were more than determined that it was a girl.

"I hate waiting to find out," You complained, crossing your arms in protest.

"You know what might help to pass the time?" Leah questioned and you looked at her curiously for the answer, "If you go and start that homework that you have at the bottom of your bag." She said, giving you a knowing look.

"Wha-- You tricked me!" You huffed in protest, not liking the idea of wanting to start it at all and you would be happy enough to delay it given the chance.

Unfortunately for you, the blonde you lived with was determined to not let you push it aside, complete buzz-kill.

"You might as well go ahead and start it while you can," Leah pointed out, shrugging her shoulders.

"Ugh, fine," You huffed, letting the blonde win on that one, "You win, I'll go and start it. Why can't tomorrow just hurry up already? I wanna know!"

"It's just one more day that you have to be patient for, kid," Jordan stated, seeing your urgency to know already, "It'll be here before you know it." She added.

You wished you could say that you slept the night before the gender reveal party, but you definitely did not do that.

You were so excited to find out and no matter how much you tried to sleep, it was impossible so instead you spent most of the night scrolling through the internet and looking at the various different outfits that you couldn't wait to buy the baby that was soon to be your best friend.

Finally, after hours of lying awake in your bed, you eventually do nod off with your phone still in hand, and that's exactly the way that Leah found you the next morning when she came in to wake you up.

"Today's the day!" You jumped out of bed in realisation, finally you didn't have to wait to find out.

"Today is the day," The blonde smiled in amusement, "But not until later on, so come on, lets' get on with the day until then. None of my family will be here for a while yet." She explained.

"Why does it feel like the day is really going to drag?" You huffed, making your way downstairs to sit at the table and stir your spoon around in your bowl without making any attempt to eat it, "Like, it's' not just me that thinks it is going slow, am I?"

"You're just impatient," Jordan joked, sitting opposite her at the table, "Your cereal is gonna go soggy the longer you leave it." She pointed out, gesturing to the way you were barely touching it.

"I can't help it, I feel too excited to even want to eat!" You exclaimed, sure enough you were absolutely brimming with anticipation to find out.

It felt like Christmas day.

"You might wanna eat it before it turns to mush," The older women joked, scrunching her face up ever so slightly, "I can't imagine that it tastes very nice otherwise." She joked.

"I'm too excited to eat," You repeated, fidgeting in your seat as you just want the rest of the day to hurry up already, "I just wanna know already!"

"I'm still convinced that the baby is a girl. It has to be!" You insisted, making your point well known to your captain, Kim, who had not long arrived at the house for the party.

Most of Leah and Jordan's family were here, along with some of their closest friends, the majority of them had gathered out in the garden already and were conversing in conversation.

Meanwhile, you were less than keen to be around everyone and glued yourself to the people that you did know, them people being Leah, Jordan, Kim and Lia to some extent as well, but Leah currently off showing her mum something they'd brought for the baby and Jordan was with her dad doing something else, so you begrudgingly stuck beside Kim since she arrived.

"What if it's a boy?" Kim wondered, amusedly.

"It won't be a boy, I know for a fact it is going to be a girl!" You're more insistent than ever, "I can feel it that it is gonna be and nobody can convince me otherwise!"

Your captain chuckled and shook her head, "Just remember to not to be too disappointed if it is a boy though," She joked with you, "You have to be happy with whatever the baby's gender is."

"I know, I know, but I still really do want it to be a girl," You told the older woman with a cheeky grin, "But I guess I will be happy for them, whatever the gender that the baby is and what not." You continued to promise her.

"Good," The Scottish woman stated.

"But I still have a good feeling that it's gonna be a girl!" You chipped in, before trying to drag the older women outside into the garden.

"Hi little one," Lia walked over to you and gave you a faint smile, "Are you feeling excited?" She wondered.

"Uh huh! I can't wait to find out!" You nod enthusiastically, beaming a wide smile.

"Not too long now," Lia chuckled as you set your eyes on the cupcakes on the table, "Uh oh I know that look..." She joked, watching your gaze on them.

"I just think they look delicious and they need to be eaten already," You murmured, shrugging your shoulders.

"Not long until you can eat one of them," Leah appeared behind you, dressed in a loose fitting white dress that showed off her ever-growing baby bump as she wrapped her free arm around your shoulder, "You and your sugar addiction, huh?" She teased you, lightly.

"Woohoo!" You fist bumped the air in glee, you loved sugar a whole lot, "Is it time yet?" You asked.

"Someones' eager, huh?" One of Leahs' cousins, Holly, piped in as she walked past you.

You couldn't help but blush faintly, feeling a bit shy around people that you were not all too familiar with as you tried to keep closer to Leah, "I... I'm just excited," You whispered, quietly.

Leah could straight away tell your shift of attitude as she protectively pulled you in closer to her, "Oh this ones' been trying to get us to spill all week, even though we didn't know ourselves," She joked with her family that you had now reluctantly been pulled into chatting with since a few of them gathered around you.

"We did hear about that," Leah's mum, Amanda chuckled, shaking her head in amusement, "I have something for you at the end of this, Monkey, but we have to do the gender reveal first." She told you, winking playfully at you.

"What is it?" That did indeed peak your curiosity to know as you peered out from where you stood, trying to figure it out.

"Just wait and see," The older woman told you playfully.

"I can't wait to meet the baby when she is born!" You spoke up louder, more than convinced about the gender.

There were a few noises of laughter from various members of Leah's family at your determination of the gender.

"We still don't know the gender-- It could very well be a boy!" Leah stated, shaking her head in amusement.

"Eh, I still have high hopes it's a girl, Le!" Feeling a bit more confident, you shrugged your shoulders, "I could know already if you had just told me already last week."

"It's a surprise for a reason, Menace," The blonde said, laughing a little bit.

You couldn't help but pout, "I don't like surprises though!" You whined, slightly kicking the grass underneath you.

"This will be a nice surprise for you to find out," Leah's grandma added in to the conversation.

"Monkey doesn't do surprises well," Jordan chimed in, joining in on the conversation as she patted your shoulder before she turned to Leah, "Ready to find out and keep the kid from waiting in suspense any longer?" She questioned.

Leah beamed a wide smile and nodded, "Let's do this!" With that, the two women made their way over to where the canons were set up, ready to be used by them.

You had wandered back towards Kim and Lia, finding them two people to be the most safe bet around a bunch of people that you weren't all familiar with but this day wasn't about your worries and anxiousness, it was about finding out the gender reveal of Leah and Jordans' baby.

Even though you were still determined that it was a girl.

"On the count of three," Jordan began to say.

"Three, two, one!" Everyone counted down aloud, waiting in eager anticipation as the two women twisted the canons and powder flew up into the sky.

Pink powder.

It was a girl!

"I knew it!" Your jaw dropped in amazement, your shyness completely forgotten about as you started to jump up and down in excitement, "I knew it! I told you it was going to be a girl!"

"You were indeed right there," Kim replied in agreement.

"I knew it!" You repeated, still continuing to jump up and down in excitement before you rushed towards Leah and Jordan, "It's a girl!" You screamed in joy.

Leah and Jordan both laughed in amusement at your excitement over the news.

"Are you excited, kid?" Jordan questioned, not even bothering to contain her happiness over it.

You nod your head in a fast pace and grin, "Yes, yes, I knew it. I told you both it was gonna be a girl!" You exclaimed before you were pulled into a hug with the two of them.

You couldn't wait to meet your new best friend.

"I can't wait until she's here and I can meet her!" You stated, excitedly.

Leah grinned and kissed the top of your head, "I can't wait for that either, Monkey. Your going to be the best big sister to her!" She said them words and you feel the tears well up in your eyes.

You hadn't thought of it like that, you were just the kid that Leah and Jordan had taken pity on, but you never thought they would consider you family in all of this?

"Just don't be leading her astray and showing her bad habits," Jordan teased you, ruffling your hair.

"Sister?" You fought the tears in your eyes as you looked at the two of them with a sense of confusion.

"Big sister," Leah corrected, nodding in agreement and smiling at you, "You became part of this family from the first day that you moved in with us, our baby girl will love you too much and we will be a family of four." She told you and that was enough for the tears that you'd been fighting to spill.

Big sister? You had to admit that you did like the sound of that a lot.

You couldn't wait until you could finally meet your favourite little buddy.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[keenvictory]

Hi Lovely~

Synopsis: KINK Alphabet 

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Jacob Alden x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: Pure nsfw! Stalking, dubious consent / voyeurism, somnophilia, BDSM dynamics and kink talk.

̗̀➛  Additional notes: Jacob Alden is my girlfriend, my babygirl, my sweet puppy. I wrote this in 2 days with nothing but lust in my heart. Go play the Lurking for Love Demo right now if you haven’t! 

A = Aftercare | Oh someone please take care of this poor, big puppy. Whether he’s domming or subbing this guy is gonna be spent, he just can’t help but give his all for you, even when big, wet tears are dripping down his cheeks and he’s shooting blanks, he can’t get enough of you. Tell him he did good and he’ll just melt, Jacob is nothing but putty in your hands in those first few minutes of post-sex bliss. He’s nothing but good to you, after he’s pulled himself out of that lusty haze. Fresh water, homecooked meals, his big, soft arms, there’s nothing he wouldn’t give you for treating him so good... Well, except your freedom. 

B = Bondage | Jacob prefers to do the tying, rather then being tied up himself. Anything is good, rope, handcuffs, tape if he’s in a hurry. Seeing you tied up and waiting for him, unable to run, to resist, goes straight to his cock every time. The first few times he couldn’t tear himself away from that camera, capturing every perfect angle, every push and strain of the restraints, every flush or shiver of your skin. He didn’t dare blink, as if you’d disappear the second he looked away. Of course, you can’t, not when you’re tied up like that, as soon as he remembers that he can’t keep his hands off you. Can’t hurt to nudge him in the right direction though. 

Despite his preference, he’ll happily let you tie him up, at first, until he realizes he can’t reach out and touch you when his arms are tied up, and then its a session of sweet, sweet torture.  

C = Collar | Jacob would cum through his jorts if you gifted him a collar. Doesn’t matter if its supposed to be for you or him, its a guaranteed way to make an instant mess of the man, in his pants, and in his heart. The Collar itself is just as likely to make him cry as it is to make him cum, but a leash attached is purely erotic. Tug it while he gives you head, let the rough band of leather tighten around his throat and he’ll moan like he’s on the brink of something divine. Outside of play he’d adore something like an eternity day collar, subtle enough to wear it out and about, with that darker pull of being owned by the other, forever.

D = Dominance | Switch Jacob soothes the soul. Honestly, he’s just happy to be with you no matter what, what does it matter who’s in control, as long as you’re beside him or in him or on top of him. Whether he’s fucking you into the mattress, or letting you fill him up so good, he is totally smitten with you. 

E = Edgeplay | This man can’t edge to save his life. He wants you so badly, all the time, and when you are just so so close he can’t help it, he wants to hear all the sounds you’ll make, he wants to see the exact moment that coil of want and heat inside you snaps. Once you get him started, its hard to get him to stop. But he’ll try so hard if you ask him to, every edge driving you both mad with need.

 Edging him, however, is a beautiful sight. He’s so wonderfully needy, and so vocal about it too. He’ll beg you to let him cum, promise you anything you want, give all of himself to you if only you let him cum, just once, you can edge him all night afterwards if you want, just once, please. It’s a perfect balancing act, right on the edge of overwhelming. Jacob loves basking in your attention, when you’re so focused on him, on teasing him and bringing him right to the edge, it hurts so good. You might have to tie him down, though, he’s desperate enough to act out and take what he wants by force if you don’t. 

F = Feelings | In the moment, he feels nothing but euphoric, he’ll do anything, say anything, so long as you keep looking at him, keep touching him like that. Pride goes out the window the moment you have your hot mouth on his cock. Nothing is too embarrassing to say, no amount of begging too needy. The next morning, however, is a different matter. He gets embarrassed about the filthy things that fall out of his mouth when he’s close, promises himself that next time will be different, that he won’t make a fool of himself to you this time. That too goes out the window when your hand slips beneath his waistband. 

G = Garments | Jacob loves lingerie of all and any kinds. You dressed up just for him? In an outfit so seductively revealing only he can ever see it? Be still his beating heart. The outfit itself doesn’t matter, be it leather, or lace, or a sexy nun costume from Spirit Halloween, he’s hard as stone and fumbling for his camera. That’s the only downside, to putting on something sexy for him, you’ll have to wait an hour while he captures every angle of you in that get-up, unless of course, you do something to distract him from that precious camera. 

H = Heated | He isn’t really the hate-sex type, not when his obsession with you runs so inhumanely deep. Possessive sex, on the other hand, is a given. He’ll be at it for hours, making you cum over and over until you’re seeing stars, muttering to himself that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good, he’s the only one who can see you like this, who can make you squirm like this. He’ll fuck away any memory of the stranger who asked for your number until all you can think about, all you want, is him. 

I = Importance | Kinks aren’t a deal breaker for Jacob, he might be a little mopey and a little clingy if you aren’t one to lavish praise (he only wants to make sure he’s doing a good job), but his lust for you can’t be shaken from one unshared fetish. If there’s anything he really needs to get his rocks off, he’ll just put his depraved imagination to use.

J = Just Kidding | He’s a little awkward about broaching the kink subject, bless him. He’d have a much easier time of it if he was sure it was something you were into before bringing it up, he doesn’t want to scare you off with something unusual. He probably stalks your browser history to try figure out what you’re into before asking if it’s something you’d be into. He’s too nervous to ask you to praise him directly, but it’s pretty easy to infer when he, panting and sweaty, asks you if he’s doing good while he’s nestled between your thighs. 

K = Kinks | Praise this man!! Call him a good puppy while he eats you out, tell him he fills you up so good when he bucks into your soft flesh, or that he takes you so well and watch him practically preen against you. He’d be accidentally into overstimulation, he rarely goes in with the intent to overstimulate you or himself, but he gets a bit overexcited, and can end up overstimulating you both if you don’t coax him back a little. You’re just so gorgeous when you moan like that, how can he possibly be satisfied only seeing you cum once? He’d definitely be into experimenting with power dynamics in your relationship, that man would let you walk him like a dog, lets be real. 

L = Limits | This man would rather die then be cuckolded. If you brought it up, even as a joke, you could watch the light die in his eyes in real time! Anything that involves other people touching or looking at you sexually is a no go for him. You’re all his, and he doesn't like to share his toys. Degradation would also be a tricky one for Jacob. He loves you so much, talking down or harshly to you doesn’t come naturally, it’d have to be negotiated well beforehand for him to even consider it. 

M = Masturbation | Yes, oh yeah. He’s already tried masturbating with you, long before you got together. Pressed up against your clothes in your closet, staring through a crack in the door and surrounded by your scent. Desperately stroking himself, and trying his best not to moan, not to breathe too loudly, too hard, and alert you to his watchful presence. Timing his strokes to your own movements, watching every twitch of your hips, every flutter of your eyes. He’d jump at the chance to take it further, to watch you up close, to time his orgasm with yours. Forgive him if his hands wander, either to grab his camera or to touch you, he really can’t help himself. 

N = Noise | Jacob is incredibly talkative during sex, even if its just muttered or whispered mostly to himself, it’s an old habit from... a lot of masturbating with nothing but his hand and a good imagination. The only way to shut him up is to let him give you head, but he’s always an enthusiastic volunteer for that he’ll end up moaning into you, his breathing loud and ragged. He’ll rant and rave about how good you feel, how much he loves you, how gorgeous you look when you moan like that and too many obscenities to count. He usually ends up embarrassing himself with the things he says, but he just can’t seem to stop himself either.

O = Orgies | Wanting to share you, in anyway, is a difficult concept to get his head around. He doesn’t want anyone else, why do you? Is he not good enough? Does he not satisfy you? It leads him down a spiral of self-doubt that isn’t pleasant for either of you. If you manage to convince him that it’s something you want to experience as a couple, like a swingers event, he might be more open to it, but that’s a long and hard road to go down. 

P = Porn | Homemade porn is Jacobs thing, secretly snapped photos of you asleep, or in the shower, or getting changed are printed and fucking painted with cum within minutes. He doesn’t feel the need to use porn from strangers, not anymore, not when he has you. At the start of his obsession, when he’s hungry for you but hasn’t yet taken enough photos to satisfy himself, he might scour the internet for pornstars with your features, with the same color hair, the same body type. It doesn’t quite sate him, though, nothings as good as the real thing, and he ends up feeling worse for having tried. Strangely, he feels more ashamed of trying to find porn that looks like you, then making his own without you knowing. 

Q = Questions | Jacob is pretty curious about kinks, and is fairly open to trying a lot of new things with you. He wants to make you feel happy and satisfied at the end of the day, he doesn’t really mind if he has to put on cat ears and the maid dress to do that. A lot of things he’d try at least once, topping, bottoming, pegging, outfits, chains, paddles, even doing stuff outside, if that's what you wanted. So long as you can keep it between the two of you, he’s willing to try. 

R = Roleplay | It’s one of those things Jacob would be too embarrassed to bring up, but willing to try. You’re already his biggest fantasy, he doesn’t need or particularly want you to pretend to be anyone else. But he’s happy to be the priest, or the pizza delivery guy, or the handsome stranger you’re picking up from the bar for a one night stand, if you want him to. Roleplay that lets you both be yourselves, but play out a different scenario he’d like the most, he doesn’t want you calling out anyone's name but his own. 

S = Safeword | If he got to pick the safeword it would be something insane, like Crawfish, or Rainbow trout, or Whale shark. He’s very good at respecting the safeword, any use of it and whatever play is happening is done, and he’s at your side in an instant, making sure you’re not hurt and have whatever you need to feel better. The last thing he wants is for you to feel unsafe around him, he’s taken so many measures to prevent that. He’s reluctant to use it himself though, even when things get overwhelming or he’s in over his head, he doesn’t want to risk disappointing or upsetting you. He gets better at it with time, but he you know how he is with boundaries. 

T = Touch | Sensory play is fun! Jacob would have no qualms with using wax or ice on either of you, and it’d be a fun experiment to see what feels best or gets the biggest reaction. Restricting the senses would also be interesting. He’d be a big fan of blindfolds, of the suspense and the trust involved, but less of a fan of things like gags. They’re fun, for a short time, but he loves hearing your voice when you’re on the brink too much to be able to use it the whole session.

U = Undermined | Jacob Alden is the furthest thing from a brat you can possibly find. As a sub, he’s always on his best behavior, trying to fulfil your every request and satisfy your every whim, he just wants to be good for you. As a dom, he is so incredibly soft that it’s almost too easy to be a brat. Tease him just enough though, and you’ll get the punishment you want. 

V = Vengeance | Things like overstimulation or restraining him is a perfect way to punish him, he rarely acts out on purpose, usually simply unable to stop himself from cumming when being edged, or reaching out to touch you when he’s supposed to be keeping his hands to himself. His body works faster then his brain, is all. So making sure he can’t touch you at all? Or making cum over and over until he’s red-faced and sweetly pleading with you to give him a break? It just makes perfect sense. 

On the other hand, he’s not great at coming up with punishments for you by himself, but he can be incredibly devious, in his own way. Aside from the usual things, like spanking or sensation play, he has a set of punishments that are more rewarding for him, then punishing for you. Tying you up with a vibrating toy set to high, and leaving you there for however long he deems fit as he watches you through the lens of his camera. 

W = Whipping | Impact play is where things get a little hesitant. He wouldn’t mind a little spanking, a paddle or hand here or there, but he doesn’t want to seriously hurt you, not if you’re here returning his feelings at least. Choking or knife play or anything similar he could handle, but he’d do a lot of research before hand, to figure out the safest way to help you get your sick little rocks off.

X = X-Tra | Jacob cums a lot. Like could overflow a shot glass with one climax, passed out eight times but here's your cereal a lot. He’s a little embarrassed about it, when it just means there’s a fuck-ton more clean up to do. But if you’re someone who likes creampies, or simply just watching him make a big ol’ mess of himself, he’ll be secretly very flattered with the extra attention it gets him. 

Y = Yes, Sir | He’s not attached to any honorific, sir, daddy, etc, he won’t ask you to call him something in particular, but he won’t be mad if you have a title you want to call him either. It’s not that he’s disinterested in honorifics, but his favorite thing to hear you moan out is his own name, he doesn’t think it gets much better then that. He likes pet-names in general, and prefers some of the sweeter sounding ones, rather then any official title. Pumpkin, peanut, puppy, it all makes him a little weak in the knees. 

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-eight: uniform kink

>>> all the hating bitches to the back i literally do not want to hear it!!! ttyl xoxo this is for more of my depraved self-ship needs

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: established relationship, clothed sex, reader and gojo have three kids, breeding/pregnancy kink, uniform kink obviously i swear they tie in bear w me, spankings, doggy >>> wc: 3.6k >>> event masterlist:

it started out innocently enough. well, that’s a lie. it was not innocent, ever—though it wasn’t weird!! you guys are the same age, married for years–with children! it’s only weird when there’s massive age gaps, right? either way, he feels a daunting sense of guilt mixed with devious amounts of excitement shiver down his spine as you step around the corner. 

the two of you have been pilfering through boxes all day, trying to clear out the bonus room now that the girls were old enough to have their own rooms. they were visiting uncle megumi while their parents rearranged the house to surprise them, but it seems you’ve gotten a little side-tracked walking down memory lane. the first box was full of pictures from school, some of your earliest moments with satoru memorialized forever in the stills. it does make you a little emotional to think about how far the two of you have come, the years spent together and the things accomplished side by side. these pictures tell your story; the first few days of school where you and satoru—then spitefully called gojo-kun—stood at opposite ends of the frame to be as separated as possible. satoru gives ieiri bunny ears and you’re hugging suguru’s arm–but the two of you are looking at each other. it’s clear to you now that you were trying to make each other jealous, but at the time you would have sworn to the heavens above that you couldn’t stand the man. 

now satoru always had a soft spot for you, torturing you was all just fun and games to him—until you started dating a guy from the kyoto school. this, of course, was memorialized in pictures too. there teenage you stood, all dressed up for winter formal, grinning ear to ear as you pose for the camera shoko was operating. you can remember this like it was yesterday, standing in your dorm after exchanging your uniform skirt for an icy blue cocktail dress—you were more nervous for a certain someone to see you than you were to meet up with your date. you knew what you were doing when you picked the dress out, and its effect was clearly captured with satoru’s bulging eyes, red face, and gaping mouth in the background. you pass that one to your husband after taking a few good chuckles at it, remembering shoko turning around her little canon camera to show you the picture and how good you felt after seeing gojo-kun’s reaction. 

he waves the picture in his hands, whistling in the same way he did as soon as that camera fell to shoko’s side. he looks at the picture with fondness, remembering it as the moment he decided to get serious about you. the warmth in his cheeks and jealousy squeezing his heart as your date came to pick you up had him reeling to come up with a way to stop you from going. 

“he gonna make you go halfsies on dinner?” he calls after you, and embarrassment stung your cheeks. your date, just as petrified of gojo as he should be, shakes his head no. 

“n–no, we’re going on full stomachs.” he replies, clutching a pathetic bouquet in his hands. gojo laughs. that bouquet was three dollars maximum, and you were a $30 arrangement at the least. and too cheap to take you on a real date? he shouldn’t be surprised, but he can’t help but press on at the horror on your face and the desperation in his gut. 

“ah, daddy didn’t give you any money? i’ll pay you enough to get yourself a real nice dinner if you leave the lady with me.” he sings, holding out a few yen notes for him. you’re mortified, sure this was another one of his stunts to embarrass you— but your date was easily bought. 

“but–”

“b-but–” gojo rolled his eyes in annoyance, slapping the money in his hand. “i recommend the sushi place on the corner.” he turns, beaming at you, slipping his arm through yours when the kyoto boy drops— without skipping a beat. “c’mon. i believe there’s a dance tonight?” he pulls his sunglasses down his nose a little bit to let you see the mischief and excitement swirling in his eyes. 

you bite the inside of your cheek. you want to punch him in the arm–so you do–and then you nod. it sure took him long enough. “you better make this worth it, gojo-kun.” 

he grins. “call me satoru and i’ll make it all worth it, pretty lady.” his voice is a low rumble in his chest instead of his usual light tone. it makes your heart skip a beat and that warmth burn on your cheeks again. 

you never call him gojo-kun again. the rest is history–a viewable version with the many grainy phone selfies of dates and onslaught of school photographs and even an old camcorder with some footage of you practicing your technique on him made it to this spare room. you’re amazed at how nostalgic it all feels, pulling out a picture of you and satoru on graduation day. he’s smiling and pressing a kiss to your cheek—making the switch to a blindfold instead of his circular specs. his hair stands due to the fabric, but you liked the new look; especially when he pulled the blindfold up to wink at you and let you see his sunshine. he’s slumped over you, arms wrapped around your chest. you’re grinning, leaning back against him with your hands tucked into his hold on you. it’s a sweet picture—but you’re focused on the next few. you’re in the same position, but he sneaks his hand to the dip of your waist, then your hip, finally ending with a picture of you blushing from the invisible hand grabbing a handful of your ass. you pass those to satoru too, watching his expression as he flips through them, admiring the youth on your faces. 

“god you made that uniform so sexy.” he snorts, eyes dancing over the way the black fabric clung to you. at the time, he wondered if you’d ordered it that tight just to taunt him, but now he knew there was no amount of clothes that could’ve hidden that bangin’ bod. he shakes his head as he remembers just how horny he had been–not that much has changed even after three kids and over fifteen years together. “had so many fantasies of you in that thing.” 

you arch a brow, “really now?” you ask, clearly intrigued. you had seen the familiar bundle of fabric folded at the bottom of the box. “what kind of fantasies?” you purr, making the hairs on the back of neck stand up, the effects you had fifteen years ago just as efficacious now. 

how honest could he even be with that answer? yes, back then—even as your equal, he envisioned punishing you as your sensei in that little skirt—oh the ways he would have defiled you in yaga’s classroom if you had let him. he’d wondered if you would lean into the slutty schoolgirl act, if you would call him sensei instead of daddy. or would you think that was too much given his current occupation. not like it was the uniform that he liked, just the way you looked in it—and the way it felt to be young and obsessed with you. his obsession has never wavered, its just had to become more subdued as you raise your children —wanting to be a good example and all, he’s nothing but a loving and proper man in front of them. buuuuut. they were with megumi for a few more hours. “what other kinda fantasies about schoolgirls are there, gorgeous?” 

“you perv! gives gojo-sensei a whole new meaning.” you tease him, watching in sheer enjoyment as his cheeks darken a few shades and he crinkles his nose at you in embarrassment. 

“only if you say it like that.” he mumbles in his defense. great, now you think he’s a sicko. he turns back to his box of collectibles, pilfering through what he actually cared to keep now—even though he hasn’t seen any of it since your oldest was born. it’s mostly to hide his shame as he continues to think about you in that little getup with that matured body of yours. he wonders if the material would stretch to accommodate your wider hips and fatter ass. he wonders if the stretchmarks you’ve developed from carrying his children would peek over the waistband of the skirt that’s sure to ride up a little due to your widened thighs. he’s so immersed in the thought of you that he doesn’t hear you slip around the corner to tug on the old outfit. 

it certainly doesn’t fit the same, but it fits. there’s not a shred of modesty to be found– the once form fitting turtleneck top now a cropped version due to the strain from your chest. you hadn’t realized just how much your body had changed beside the obvious pounds on the scale and the marks on your skin—but your mid-thigh length skirt was now a navy mini, showing the dimples of your thighs and the bottom of your ass cheeks. you were no longer the girl from those pictures, but instead a woman who bears the beautiful changes of giving three gorgeous gojo’s life. your husband has always been a massive fan of what he calls “enhancements” to his favorite areas—loving the fluffy stomach for him to rub and the hips that fill his hands. he traces your stretch marks to soothe his racing mind at night, snuggling into your heavy chest for warmth and ultimate comfort in his free time. you know he’s only fallen deeper in love with you and it makes your heart warm with appreciation now that the differences between the young you and the current have been made so clear. you almost give up on the idea altogether, but your husband’s voice calls out for you, so you step around the corner before you can doubt yourself any more. 

he was giving you the sweetest little face—holding up your youngest’s hospital baby blanket with only fondness in his eyes. that is until it registers, as his eyes follow your bulging chest struggling against the fabric, the sides of your hips spilling over the top of the skirt—barely covering anything at all. his face turns red and the blanket falls from his hands, back into the box from whence it came. oh the shame he feels as his cock processes this shock too—making him hiss at the sudden tightness in his pants, biting his lip as he looks at you. it worked on you then and you make it your bitch now, absolutely stunning him beyond words. and he’s never short on things to say. you look even better than anything his imagination drummed up for him. fuck, you are so sexy—you only get better with age. 

the way he looks at you makes you feel like he’s falling in love all over again—eyes bouncing around your frame like he can’t make up his mind to settle on one area. your face burns under his amorous stare, but you fold your hands behind your back and sway to let him admire you. it makes your whole body warm and your cunt clench around nothing the longer he sits and stares–biting his lip, clearly in no hurry to end this moment. as beautiful as he makes you feel, you just can’t help but tease him slightly. you know he’ll pay it back in kind. “do you like it, gojo-sensei?” 

“oh aijichan, can’t you tell?” he hums, eyes falling to his clear erection before they flicker back to you—overcast and darker than usual. he usually playfully calls you his lover, but the addition of the suffix lets you know how thoroughly he’s enjoying your little act. he pats his thigh, spreading his legs even wider across the luxurious office chair. you giggle a little bit, excitement flooding your veins as you walk over to meet him. how you swing your hips and flutter your lashes is not lost on him, in fact he feels the painful buildup pressing against your thigh as you sit sideways on his, looping an arm across his shoulders. “you were such a good little girl in school. i always wondered what it would be like to treat you like a bad one.” he offers, his voice a permanent purr when it comes to the naughty things he presses to your ear. 

it sends a shudder down your spine, and you can’t help but press your chest closer to him in an automatic response. he hooks his hand around your waist, feeling the dip of your waist. he doesn’t miss the reaction—and he loves that you like it. his hand squeezes the fat on your hips, helping you off his lap before standing to full height to tower above you. 

“then bend it over, little lady.” he suggests with a wiggle of his brow, pushing the office chair closer to you with his signature smugness. his eyes sparkle with an erratic excitement, gripping the back of the chair with a tight hold—leaving his impressions in the fabric. you giggle and lean over the chair as instructed. a giddiness floods your veins while he walks circles around you, humming approvingly. “i think ten should teach you your lesson, hm?” 

you wiggle your ass preemptively and nod just to be safe. “yes sir, i think that’ll fix everything.” you purr, feeling one harsh spank to your cheek. it sends a jolt of excitement pulsating to your core, and you know that the results will be evident once he moves your skirt. the arms of the chair dig into your stomach—but it just adds to the sensation as he layers a few intense slaps to your ass. 

“well?” he talks over your loud squeals and happy giggles. “aren’t you going to say thank you?” he hums, shoving your skirt up to your waist to expose the growing redness and incriminating wetness all over your bottom half. he chuckles fondly—you surely do impress. he hits you once more. 

“yes–mmf-” you moan out at the stinging sensation. it’s so much more pleasurable on your bare skin, you can’t help but arch back into him, giving him such a beautiful view of your glistening hole and handprint-branded ass. he slaps it again, enjoying the recoil. “thank you sensei, feels so good~”

he kneads the irritated flesh a little in between the spanks–he’s not heartless, after all. you’re his wife, no amount of roleplay could make him forget the love that swells in his heart for you; especially with that beautiful ass of yours. “that’s seven—can you take your last three, naughty little thing?” 

“mhm, i can take it.” you assure him, finding it wholesome and sexy that he still checks on you even if the dirty talk never skips a beat. from the way you wiggle your bruising ass for him, he knows you’re loving this. he cups his hand under your pussy just to check even though your shiny thighs tell him all he needs to know. he’s delighted when your essence coats his hand anyway, giggling with schoolgirl excitement. hey, that’s your part—

“seems the punishment’s only making you badder.” he hums in approval, hurrying his last few spanks up in order to finally have you. he makes them count though, loud and stinging worse than a wasp—though you can’t recall the last time a bee sting made you feel that good. he can’t remember the last time you two had the house to yourselves, and he planned to put that all of that alone time to good use. you scream out and shudder at the delicious agony, tossing a look over your shoulder to see the sheer pleasure on his face–tufts of hair hanging over his vivid eyes. “seems we’ll just have to move onto something that suits you, aijichan.” 

you clamp down reflexively at his statement, nodding to your undetermined punishment, if such a thing existed under your husband’s treatment. he frees his erection with a little grunt of relief, sliding it through your sloppy lips instantly. he sighs at the feeling—but you whine at the lack of relief. the fire in your gut was burning so hot—you couldn’t take any more of the waiting.

“aw, what is it, little girl?” he mockingly pouts with you. “so needy for your sensei you could cry?” he arches a brow–sheathing his impressive length into the hilt without any more wasted time. he closes his eyes at the feeling of you, just as tight and warm as the first time he had you. it’s wild to him how three kids haven't changed how amazing it is to have you wrapped around him. 

you do cry out at how perfect he fits inside—curving into every gummy spot that needs him with hardly any effort. the sound you make is like music to his ears. you haven’t been able to be this loud since ieiri took the kids to the beach for a weekend four and a half years ago—and that’s how your youngest happened. not to say you haven’t been intimate since, just more…cautious and certainly more quiet. but that does give him an idea. 

he starts to move, grabbing a decent handful of your hair to make a handle out of, pulling you up into a pretty arch. “got one more in you, princess?” he coos, leaning over your body to give you short but powerful thrusts. you can tell from his tone and your regular nickname that playtime was over—he was too consumed by the feeling of you coupled with the undying love you bring out of him to keep up the pet names, but he could succumb to the flash of memories flooding his brain. falling in love with you, making you his for the first time which was also the day he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he can see the day you played strip uno—which was something he made up just to be cheesy. he remembers your wedding day, you looked so beautiful and were already a few weeks pregnant with your first baby together–your son. god, the memories of you swollen and whiny—

“i—are you serious?” you giggle, a little out of breath from the rigorous way he rocks into you, keeping your asscheeks separated so he didn’t have any resistance. you knew what he was asking, and you know your heart flutters at the idea of having another one despite agreeing to stop after the ones you have. “i thought three was all you could handle?”

“i changed my mind. wanna see you big again. i miss it—’nd i can handle anything.” he says in between the sound of his balls hitting your ass. you can hear the pout in his voice, “you don’t want one?” 

“didn’t say that.” you struggle to form responses, knuckles turning white as you grip the desk in front of you. “just wanted—to be sure—you’re sure!” you squeal with every bruising thwap to your cervix, eyes scrunched shut. you’re almost so gone you might just agree to anything, but the idea of one more pregnancy, one more addition to the family, one more round of being endlessly spoiled as you wait for another gorgeous baby to arrive—it doesn’t sound so bad. it sounds perfect actually, and his words only egg you on. you clench around him in spasms, nodding. “gimme–” 

he chuckles wildly in pride. he would say he loves bully-fucking you into getting his way, but he heard you on the phone with your girlfriend the other day. you were missing that feeling of a new baby as much as he was—and he’s here to please. he moves your hips back to meet his, ass bouncing at the force. your squeals slip into screams and he’s fucking you as hard as he can in order to get more of it: of the sounds, the feeling of your womb keeping him from going any further, the way your pussy flutters around him to tell him you’re so close to cumming—everything was sending him reeling. 

“cum for me first—then’ll give you everything you want, baby.” he encourages, giving you a cocky, “yeahhhh that’s my girl.” when he feels you coat around him—gasping out moans as your legs wiggle and jump. it’s not long after that that he’s gripping your hair even harder, balls drawing up close to him just to spurt his seed as deep as it will go—hoping that his sperm is still just as successful as it’s been known to be. he helps shove it deeper with a few more rolls of his hips, to which you shiver and whine due to oversensitivity.

he pats your ass affectionately, leaning over you again to kiss your cheek as you both sit in the moment and try to catch your breath. he lets your hair fall from his fingers and gently brushes it out of your face, grinning his usual giddy grin. “you’re even sexier now, you know? feel like it’s every day, but even teen satoru would—”

“allllllright thank you, honey, that’s sweet.” you chuckle, shaking your head as he pulls out. he scoops you over his shoulder and shakes his head. 

“whaaaaat–you’re a fucking milf–” he slaps your ass playfully as he sashays toward your room with you. “that i still have–mmm forty-five more minutes give or take to knock up again.” he guesstimates, tossing you on the mattress and crawling over you—determined as ever.