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[svetzshots]

{finally got my grubby little mitts on some Y hehe}

[hxnavira]

My parents after finding out my mental stability depends on fictional characters:

[multistan-247]

❝ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓, 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖒 ❞

⚠︎ Characters: Bf!Geto Suguru × afab!reader

⚠︎ Synopsis: When one of your friends complains about your boyfriend being super touchy with you (rather enviously), you feel embarrassed at the way your other friends poke fun at you, and you project the embarassment at him in the form of apprehensiveness, asking him not to touch you. Suguru being the sweet boyfriend he is, is kinda hurt and annoyed at you. One rainy morning, you're finally done with his "ignorance" and you decide you have to take matters into your own hands (legs) if you have to make it upto him.

⚠︎ Warnings: MDNI, edging, mean dom!Geto, cunnilingus, nipple play, thigh riding, some shitty friends, clitoral stimulation, f!masturbation, anal play and penetration, overstimulation, squirting, begging, mutual non-con, degradation (use of the word slut), jealousy, dirty talk, teasing, vaginal stimulation, orgasm.

⚠︎ Tags: @killtoji @otivez @4dtk @getosun @scandescent @beware-of-the-rogue + all my fellow Geto wh0res :)

"S-Suguru!-"

YOU'RE a mess. A hot panting mess as a rivulet of sweat runs down your back. Legs overworked, face heated with the blood rush in your body. Struggling to hold your moans as your clit bumps against the thick muscles of his thigh and the friction of your damp panties.

You're going to burst any second. It's close, so close, so fucking close that it drives you crazy.

It wasn't even 7am yet. He'd been up early because of the raucous sounds of the rain and you'd sauntered between his legs after finding the space next to you cold, staring at him crossly.

When you press your lips to his for a long peck, he doesn't raise as much as a muscle. He sits like a handsome statue, closed-off and silent, only making eye contact with you.

Your only wish right now was orgasm, to coat his thighs and show him how much you wanted him. One more touch from him and you'd combust.

When Suguru Geto punished you, it was hell.

Hell in the best way.

It's raining, the tranquil but noisy sounds of rain hitting the ground, the roofs of houses nearby, plants and cars galore are drowned in your quest for release. And it didn't help how the cool air seemed to nip at your breasts. They tingled with each movement of your pelvis against his leg and one little touch to them, you'd spontaneously burst.

It has gotten too much.

The urge to touch yourself was arising, but you didn't want to make him any more angry than he already was. Squashing your thoughts didn't help in any way, not when his form slept so close to you, and everytime you wanted to apologize, to beg him to touch you, the look he gave from the corner of his eye was enough to deflate you.

"Ah-"

Your moan is cut off when his hand is wrapped around your torso and his other arm clasps your waist, pulling impossibly closer than before, the friction against your needy, swollen clit almost blinding and you cry out mindlessly when your nipple catches his bare chest, his muscled arm pressed against your cleavage.

God, you were so small and trembling against him that it was almost pathetic.

He wants to laugh at you, prod at how needy you were without being touched. He refrains from doing so, afraid that you might close off from him again, mindful of your needs which are so difficult to voice out for you until you continue to brush against his thigh with babbles of "Suguru, Suguru please- Please, please please it aches it aches so much, I want to come for you-"

His ears perk up at that.

You wanted to please him.

You wanted to please him.

"Aren't you precious?"

He goes absolutely feral with the way your noises get significantly more high-pitched and consistent when he begins to dribble his leg, the one you were perched on, and the tremors in your body grow, like the shattering motions of an earthquake ready to disintegrate anything in its path at any second.

Your hips stop working, focusing on the wet pat, pat, pat of your sticky wetness humping against his clothed thigh.

It was so lewd.

But it didn't matter when his hands reaches out for your hips, holding you as he begins to move you himself, fed up of your struggle to move.

A shriek tears past your lips at the added pressure of his leg dribbling simultaneously, and the heavy weight of his palms on your hips sure to leave finger-like bruises when you're done.

The thought of it drove you to the edge and it no longer bothered you at how loud you were being. You're throwing an arm around him to brace yourself for your orgasm as you slowly career towards the edge of it. The burn of it never fades as you feel yourself, embarrassingly wet and soaking your panties as your whimper his name. Tension so thick that you feel like you're in a bubble of your own world, euphoria coursing through your veins as the sound of rain disappears into the background. All you're able to hear are the pleas of his name out of your mouth, his heavy breathing and the creaks of the sofa as he continues this manhandling.

He's cruel with the pace he sets over you, determined to completely unravel you, to strip you of your rational thinking before he sinks his cock inside your tight little hole, your sweet cunt staining his favourite pair of sweats.

His lips press a kiss to your shoulder, as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, completely giving up all control to him. You wouldn't mind even if he chose to continue this mistreatment of your body, overstimulating you to the point that a brush of your clit drove you crazy.

You're whining when he stops moving his legs and instead, begins to drag your hips over his leg in a push-pull motion.

"I haven't touched you in a week and this is how needy you get? Maybe I should do this more often."

You were going to reply to that, but all that came out of your mouth were soft cries and babbles from rough treatment.

"You wanna cum, baby?" He asks tauntingly.

His eyes are on the way you're shaking, mouth slack, panting each time your swollen clit pressed against his heated thigh, your pussy wet and clenching, nipples hard and erect as a layer of sheen sweat collected on your skin.

"Words, baby, use your words."

"More- more, Sugu- please- just let me cum-"

God, he's going to tease you about this later but you couldn't care less for now.

"Please- just let me cum- just once-"

A whimper of protest reaches his ears and he chuckles rudely as your moments are stopped.

"Do you need some help? Does my needy little princess need some help?"

"Yes please!- Please touch me! Just once!-"

Your voice is far from your controlled to a much more frenzied tone.

"Words, baby, use your fucking words. I can't hear you over the noises you're making."

"Suguru- I can't take it-"

Soft, wanton moans tumble out of your lips like a prayer, and he's never been satisfied more in his life; seeing you like this, the precious girl he'd fallen for, being so worked up like this just because he hadn't touched her for a week.

He made her like this.

A sweet, blubbering, wet little mess.

His mess.

"I'm sorry- I shouldn't have said t-that. I'm sorry- Ahn!"

A hard pinch to your nipple has you shrieking, and you're this close to crying.

He's breathing into your face, invading your personal space, and it's too much, too much of him, but it's not enough.

The raspiness of his voice makes your insides quake; the demand dark and threatening, unbridled tension thickening in the petrichor.

"What?-"

You'd missed a few of his words, but he didn't take very kindly to it.

"You heard me, sweetheart. Get rid of those panties. Hurry up now."

You're swallowing a whimper as you get off him, daring yourself to look at the stickiness you'd left on his thigh. A gulp traverses down your throat meeting his hooded, half-lidded eyes. Sexual vulnerability with him was a thrill, each gaze and touch had you reeling, it was the time of your life, and a ride you never wanted to end.

The thudding of your heart closes over the sound of rain as you pull off the damp material of your panties down your legs and before you could let it fall to the floor, he says,

"You'll need that."

You can only wonder what he would make you do with them as the haze of orgasm clouds you, open to all his suggestions. Clutching your panties tightly in your palm, you try not to rub your thighs together.

Suguru, of course, notices that.

"Hands to the wall, ass out. I want your cunt on my face."

If only you could combust on spot, you would.

With the hottest burn on your cheeks, you do what you were told to, and walk over to the nearest wall, the front of your body against the coolness stimulating you further as you stick your ass out for him.

"Legs open, slut. You weren't shy when you were using my leg earlier, were you?"

You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop a whimper, closing your eyes in shame as your part your legs open for his eyes and his eyes only.

With your eyes tightly closed in anticipation, with craving, you're not ready for the hit of warm breaths against your cunt, which has you moving your hips as an involuntary reaction.

His tongue licks a broad stripe across your throbbing pussy when you least expect it; your body jerks away at the touch of wet muscle with a gasp but rough hands hook around your thighs and hold your down.

When did he even get under you?

The shock of damp warmth on your core has you shook, trembling as he draws circles, never letting his tongue touch your pulsating clit.

"Panties in your mouth. I don't want a single sound from you until you tell me that you're going to come."

Geto's voice is thick with barely concealed hunger and you're able to feel it though you weren't able to meet his eyes, probably blown wide with lust.

Heat crawls up your butt as he hands you your soiled underwear and you know better than to cross his words as you embarassedly do as you were told.

You taste yourself on your tongue and feel his tongue on you again- this time the licks are purposeful yet mellow, making you jolt in pleasure and bite down on the fabric restricting your hums.

He's back to swirling his tongue around your clit and to your absolute shock, he presses his face into your pussy, covering it with his whole mouth making you jolt up and rock into his face. If that wasn't enough, the tip of his nose nudged your quivering hole and his lips wrap around your clit, sucking rhythmically.

Your body has a mind of its own as you desperately grind your hips against his face, eyeballs rolling into your skull, cries slightly muffled by your panties. Mentally you're begging him, begging him to understand, to take pity on you, to let you come and be merciful to you.

Suguru does the exact opposite of that.

He makes out with your thigh, frustrating you further, but knew what he was exactly doing to you.

Stalling.

That's what he was doing.

You were shaking pitifully as he slowly pushed his tongue into your dripping hole, moaning throatily at your juices on his tongue, nuzzling his face into your cunt, greedy and starving.

The wet panties in your mouth was an obstruction. You couldn't moan freely and it felt like utter torture. To be so close to something but so far just because you couldn't moan or make a noise.

But Suguru's tone hid an underlying threat when he told you to keep your mouth shut. You wouldn't get to cum for another week if you went against his words.

You decided that keeping your mouth shut as best as you could was a better option than being touch-starved.

Oh, you could cum any second now, if he continued the way he was maneuvering his hot mouth on you. Cunt clenching hard everytime he pulled and pushed his tongue in and out, in and out.

A disappointed whine is covered by the sticky, slobbered fabric between your lips, being denied of the slowly rising orgasm. He gives a leisurely lick to you spasming cunt and sucks on your outer lips, collecting the mild juices that were beginning to gathering around it and running down your thighs.

Stalling.

Again.

Calloused hands grip your waist and bring your pussy close to his face until your butt is hanging over his face and your chest and face is completely crushed to the wall. Your squeak of surprise goes unheard as he relishes the syrupyness between your legs, as if that was the last meal he was granted.

Your hands bite into the flatness, shaking with the effort to keep still as you continue to moan around the cloth. His lithe fingers aid your clit as he slides two fingers around it and tugs the swollen length, dismembering the effort you were putting in to stay at your place as his tongue- his sinful tongue reaches for your aching pussy, groaning his approval.

It feels like your innards were set on fire as he strokes your walls in the way you like, slow and dragging, making you clench in agony. The sounds you were producing were incorrigible thanks to the cloth and you're only more surprised with what he says next.

"Remove those dirty panties and moan. Tell me what you did, where you went wrong and beg like the slut you are. Maybe- I'll let you come." The vibrations of his words penetrate into you, making your whimper.

You're all too quick to throw those darn panties to the side.

A sultry moan floats past your lips when he goes back to inflicting his infernal torture over your desperate body.

"I- I shouted at you for being so touchy w-with me" interrupted by a particularly hard thrust, "Because of my f-friends- because they called you clingy and touchy and I f-felt- ah-" another thrust, "e-embarrassed."

You squeal at the delirious haze occupying you as you admit the truth, the one you didn't want to convey because you didn't want to hurt him. The irritance built in your system came out as anger because of the petty jealousy your 'friends' harboured for you.

"I shouldn't have treated you like that- I- I'm sorry. S-sorry. N'er gon' treat you like that again. M'sorry. M'sorry- sorry. Don' wanna hurt you again- M'sorry."

Despite the delirium of the orgasm unraveling in you, you were guilty with the way you'd slurred out the words to him because of all the drinks you'd downed due to some upsetting comments. Just because your shitty friends hated how wonderful your boyfriend was.

But no one should get to influence you and your thinking.

That's what Suguru decided to teach you.

He noticed the frustrated tears in your eyes when he didn't kiss you good night or hold you. As much as Suguru decided that he should teach you a thing or two about holding your ground and not being bullied into a certain way of thinking, he was genuinely hurt too.

Afterall, it's said that a person only tells the truth when they're drunk.

"Oh!-"

The pleasure coursing through your body was unbearable.

Slurps of absolute relish and your moans and cries has him grip your thighs, trailing his fingers over and over as he eats you out with continual licks, sucks and nibbles.

"Please Geto- please. I'm going to-"

A loud groan rumbles from your voice box when inserts his tongue back into you, the thick velvety muscle moving inside you, stretching you, quakeing as he tugs your very sensitive clit.

Cool air blows over your overheated body, making you aware of the slick drying on your thighs and the warmth of his mouth and his forehead.

You're leaking all over his hand and wrist but he doesn't seem to care as you launch yourself into a chain of "fuck" mixed with "oh god, yes" and try your best to grind against his face and maintain your balance in the tantalizing position.

The finger on your clit trails behind, collecting the wetness oozing from you, trailing it around your other puckering hole, teasing it lightly and trying to enter it.

"No- no please- I can't take it- "

Pleas of "no no no" and "I can't- it's too much" fall on deaf ears as he pulls back to mutter,

"Yes you can."

Your lips open in silent need, eyes closing as he enters with ease. You're incapable of speaking, or voicing out the various feelings budding inside you, like a ticking time bomb.

"Please let me come, Sugu! Wanna come so bad-"

"If you wanna cum, then," his breath tickles the and you're moaning again, "do it yourself.", and you're shivering, shifting as your juices trail down your legs uncomfortably.

"If you cum on your own, only then will you be fucked. Or else, forget fucking, I won't even lay a single hand on you for another month."

Begrudgingly, you're nodding your head no, hating yourself for being so needy for his touch, his roaming hands, his experienced mouth on you, craving the same intensity with which he'd spend his own sweet time re-learning every inch and crevice of you.

His swollen lips suck on your folds, earnestly licking broad, warm stripes along your pussy, and he pulls back, leaving his middle finger in your hole.

"Touch yourself."

With one hand on the wall, you trail your hand to your pussy, heavy with the onset of release and the rush of blood to your groin, leaving you light-headed as you brush a finger over your clit, swirling it and sliding two of your fingers in anguish, your pussy taking them in almost immediately.

Your walls squeeze hard as you make attempts to push your fingers until you can reach your g-spot, but it's not Suguru's.

You settle for the sensations your small ones are able to provide and pay no mind to the obscene squelches of your hand moving inside you.

Huffs of breath and muffled cries reach Suguru's kneeling form as he takes in how your greedy pussy welcomes the intrusion of your struggling fingers.

It's shameful how you were gushing because of those poor, aimless strokes of your fingers. They could never fill you out like Suguru's did.

The need to come was in the forefront of your mind; and you'd do what you had to. Your fingers reach for your aching bundle of nerves, massaging them as your heated walls begin to contract.

You were already too far gone to realise that your juices were rushing down your thighs, and when a thick, concentrated drop of it falls onto the wooden flooring, staining it a darker, ebony brown, he absolutely loses it.

Your soft, damp fingers were slapped away and replaced with his own, manipulating all your three erogenous zones. He thrusts in his tongue instantaneously, and the calefaction rising in your belly spurts with his fingers tugging your slicked clit and pushing into your anus, your legs almost give out at the joint assault to your senses if not for Suguru's hand pressing into your stomach and bracing you to gain your standing.

You press yourself onto the wall for some balance, oversensitive nipples brushing the chilly wall as you ride his face. You're practically sobbing and quivering, pleading him to give you what you wanted.

"Please Sugu- C-can't anymore- nngh!-"

Mercy was one of Suguru's worst qualities, because he never gave any. Be it bed or battlefield, he'd go on till the end to make a point. One of the very qualities which drew Satoru in.

Geto Suguru had many strong suits, but mercy was not one of them.

In his ears, your apology was enough as the slurred words were weighed down with regret.

He decides his poor baby needed the release, you being an exception, as much as his sadistic side enjoyed this.

Your pelvic floor contracts almost violently amidst the way he parts both your ass cheeks and impales his tongue into you, forcing you to lean towards the wall, eyes shutting tight and painfully, huge black and white spots dance in your vision, causing you to spray all over his face, screaming your throat raw as it bounces off the walls accompanied by the sound of rain.

Overtaxed legs drop to the floor like dominoes, head lulling forward to the wall if not for a moistened palm catching it as you gasp out loud, weeping in relief and release.

Sinewy arms scoop you into a broad chest, a peck on the forehead going unregistered to your fucked out brain. Crisp sheets crowd your heated curves, cooling a side of your body.

The shuffle of clothes and his presence laying down on the bed alerts you a little, but not completely until your thighs are parted, warm precum sliding onto your skin as he lines up himself to your entrance.

"Tch. Don't run away now, I just got started sweetheart. I may be clingy, but at least I fuck you well."

Unlike your friends, but he doesn't need to add that.

You already know it.

Suguru Geto has many strong suits, but mercy was not one of them.

Turns out that you weren't an exception.

That's because the next few seconds, one of your legs were folded and pulled away on top of his, and his cock was already balls deep inside your unprepared cunt.

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[pfpanimes]

⌕ jujutsu kaisen • itadori.

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[creepzkilla]

STAY STILL. .ᵃᵏⁱ ʰᵃʸᵃᵏᵃʷᵃ

(.｡*☆) --synopsis mean!aki despises you, so he decides to shut you up for once

(.｡*☆) --warning fem! reader, mean! aki, kinda dub-con? pressing a lit cigarette on someone's skin, smoke play?, pain kink, hate sex, tough sex, choking, overstim, aki gets hella pissed...

(.｡*☆) --authors note NOT PROOF READ yall need to give my CSM drabbles some more love.. man fuck gojo.. yall hyping up his drabbles too much... aki needs love too tf??? :(((( imma be honest this shit is ass

—(“𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.” Aki sneered, flicking the ash off of his cigarette before taking a long drag. his long and coordinated thrusts became erratic, unpredictable almost. his cock dug deep into you, your gummy walls squeezing tight around him; milking him perfectly as the base of your ass slammed against his stomach.

a harsh slap came down on the meat of your ass, you hissed in pain, your grip on the kitchen counter; tightening. the room was filled with the sound of wet slapping and shrill moans that seemed to almost echo. surely your neighbors were pissed off.

aki’s cock seemed to fit you perfectly. the way his cock filled you up, rubbing up against your ribbed walls that you can’t get enough of. his tip rammed against the entrance of your cervix as your defeaning moans began to silence. your mouth hung open as pathetic whimpers came out— unable to form a full moan.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” aki’s cock thrusted into you deep, making you emit a hearty wail, “if I could just have you like this twenty-four- seven, then maybe, you wouldn’t be so frustrating.” his bucking hips slow down to an agonizingly slow pace as his palm strikes the skin of your ass again, forcing a yelp passed your lips. his rough hands grab a chunk of your ass to grip onto as his slow thrusts managed to hit every nerve in your bullied pussy.

“akiii…” you whine, trying to push your ass against his stomach to gain for friction, “pleasee…go faster.” your slurred words were laced with desperation as his cock slide in and out of you at a terribly slow pace.

his palms dug into the meat of your waist—bouncing you on his aching cock. aki watched as your tight walls swallowed his length, over and over again, relishing the sight. his teeth dug into his bottom lip as he attempts to hold back a string of groans.

“shut up already, slut.” aki scoffed, taking a puff of his cigarette, tapping the ash off onto your ass, and burning you in the process. you hiss from the pain, the hot ash digging into your skin.

your head turns to the side, attempting to look at Aki through your peripheral vision, "be more careful, will you? I don't need your cancer stick to fucking burn me." you sneer, staring daggers at the man behind you, who only looked at you in amusement.

"oh really?"

a grin stretched across aki's pink lips, a mischievous one. his slow strokes began picking up speed again, ramming into you at an insatiable pace. aki took another drag from his cigarette, letting the ash burn down to his fingertips before flicking the rest of the ash onto your ass.

you jerk your body as a reaction to the hot embers, making aki's member slip out of your wet hole, the cold of the winter air brushing against your exposed genitals.

you crane your head to the side again, "Aki I'm fucking serious, you do that shit again--" your voice was cut off as aki's hands wrapped around your throat, positioning his cock at your seeping hole, rubbing his angry tip against your arousal. his stomach molded into the arch of your spine, pressing up completely against you as his nails continue to dip into your nape.

"Stay still." he seethed, stuffing his cock back into your needy cunt, feeding deep and fast strokes to your aching core, "You might just get burned again."

his grip on your throat tightens, as he lights another cigarette, his second one tonight. unlike the first one, he doesn't let it burn down to his fingertips, he takes a long drag before turning your head to the side. Using his free hand--keeping his other hand on your throat-- he parts your lips, placing his lips against yours, blowing in the secondhand smoke.

you sputter into a coughing fit, "what," you say in between your heaving," the fuck aki?" he cuts you off with a deep kiss, his teeth biting into your bottom lip as he attempts to keep up with sloppy thrusts leaving you a moaning mess, the knot in your stomach tightening.

the taste of smoke is fresh as he explores your mouth, and your tongues completely developed with each other. this wasn't a meaningful kiss filled with love but a kiss filled with hatred and possessiveness. aki pulls back, sweat sticking to his forehead: breathless. a hateful yet fulfilling kiss.

"Youre. Mine." he groans, ramming into your insides as he takes another hit, letting the ass burn down to the tip of his fingers again, pushing the hot red embers into your skin. you screech, outstretching your fingers as a dark burn mark forms on the backside of your ass.

he presses the cigarette into the meat of your ass again, singeing the skin beneath it. your scream is a mixture of pleasure and pain, your tight hole clamping around him. the pain, just felt so good. the only thing you could do was moan at the burned embers as they dug into your skin.

"fuck," you whimper, barely able to get any words out from his tight grip on your neck, "you." you spat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. you could barely muster any type of reaction; you were practically speechless.

aki laughed, "I am." his hips, rolled against your tight cunt. his pace slowing down to long and deep strokes that sent you over the edge.

you hate the way your body reacts to him, you hate the way that you'll be on your knees any time he asks. you especially hate the way that he always makes you cream on his cock, without fail.

your pussy gushed around his cock, your arousal dripping down your legs, leaving a thick ring of cream behind on his cock. a barrage of whimpers and screams leave your mouth as your body shakes from your intense orgasm, your grip on the kitchen counter deteriorating completely. your knees buckle from exhaustion as aki picks up your numb legs, flipping so you're now finally facing him.

aki's normal up kept black hair was disheveled, wet with sweat and other bodily fluids from a few minutes before all this. the rising winter sun peaked from through the blinds behind him, illuminating his figure,

fuck, you hate how good he always looks.

aki places you on the counter, his cock still embedded in your womb. his rough hands move to your thighs in an attempt to keep you from falling over. without warning, he rocks his hips into you, kissing the far corner of your cervix.

you whimper from the overstimulation as your eyes focus on his thick cock sliding in and out of you with ease. you couldn't help but throw your head back from the pleasure being too much for you.

aki's heavy breathes grew ragged and short as his cock continued to position in and out of your sloppy cunt. his cock twitched inside of your gummy walls before painting your inside white with his cum. you about came again yourself as his cum filled you up to the brim.

he shudders, pulling out his now limp cock as his cum seeped out of your red hole. you lay there, breathless, as your chest rises and falls rapidly, desperate to catch your breath. you are completely and utterly, fucked out. so you lay there on the counter, watching the man in front of you with hatred.

aki pulls up his clad black boxers from his knees, zipping up his dark blue jeans. he turns to you, his chest heaving from exhaustion, his baby blue eyes starting daggers at you—but for one moment, you see a hint of adoration in them.

“so…how do you feel about shower sex?”

[bgyuus]

i think im in my blue lock brain rot era rn

cw: making out with my beloved kaiser

the rose patterned tattoo on michael kaiser's neck looked absolutely gorgeous and you definitely held back the urge to kiss it.

kaiser was scrolling through his phone when he felt your eyes staring at him. he turned to looked you with an eyebrow raised. "what?" he asked. you snapped from your thoughts of nibbling on his tattoo. "nothing." you said as you rose up from your armchair and walked over towards him.

you placed yourself above his lap, making him put away his phone. arms slithering across his neck, you said,

"you're so pretty,"

as you twirled some of his blue streak locks in your finger. kaiser's lips curled into a smirked. "not as pretty as you being above me like this," he said, as his hand began to snake around your hips.

you giggled at his words. god, he's just so pretty. you stared into his blue hues as he stared into yours. your hands hold the sides of his face, slowly closing the gap between you. his lips, your lips matched perfectly with one another. your tongues were dancing at first until kaiser wanted to turned up the heat by deepening the kiss. you sighed into his lips. kaiser gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him.

you released him for air and continued to suck on his skin, specifically on the tattooed part of his neck. kaiser groaned when he felt a sharp sting. "hah, did you just bit me?" he sighed as you continued to kiss his neck. you brought your face towards his and kissed his lips. "it's hard to resist that rose tattoo of yours," you pouted. kaiser lifted your face with his index finger.

"you're more irresistible, meine liebe."

im so in love with him omg

[hoeforinarizaki]

FOREVER HERE.

Type: Headcanons

Nekoma x Manager!GN!Reader

Summary: Since you wanted to join a club to pass the time, now you pretty much were recruited into the boy's volleyball club as a manager. How did this happen again‐?

Warnings: Bad Pun Jokes, Nekoma VBC being simps

Nekoma:

NAW BECAUSE THEY ARE SO CHAOTIC?? 😭

Literally Kuroo will not stop his subtle flirting, and not to mention the terrible pun jokes it comes with.

You began to rethink your choices of becoming their manager at some point, i know it. From the amount of stupidity they gave you...how are you still alive?–

Lev always sticks around you. He's probably developed a puppy crush on you and it's so adorable hrgghh 💕

Kenma doesn't often talk to you, but since you play games as well i guess it just kind of clicked.

Ya'll are inseparable so everyone is highkey lowkey jelly~

"KenMAA stop hogging them!" "They hung out with me and chose to stay with me first. Shut up." He spoke an actual sentence, that's surprising 🤠

Now, don't even get me started on Yamamoto. Dude is a feral (Y/N) simp and will never stop being one 💀👌

Can't reach the shelf? He's on it! Forgot your bento? Hehe, maybe you can...share?~ Feel cold? Have his jacket! Totally not an excuse to make it smell like you–

Everyone catches on quickly and for real, you swear you can feel their gazes burning through you omg 😭

Fukunaga loves it when you laugh hard at his jokes.

And PLSSS Inuoka tries so hard to act chill around you but end up tripping or looking bad in the end, poor guy–

During every match, don't worry about having any other team checking you out the boys will literally turn into actual cats and be HOSTILE 100% 👹

Like this emoji 🏃 they will run to you at full speed and intimidate everyone so bad. Their eyes be glowing like don't mess with them buddy.

Yaku and Kai is in charge of making sure everyone isn't doing anything weird when you're not there.

But cannot actually since they might a little more chaotic when you're sick...DAMN why are they crying? You won't die from a little fever chill 💀

Despite all that, Yuki tries his best to be noticed by you.

Boy always thinks you don't care because you barely even breathed in his direction.

But that changed when you greeted him the next week at school and gave him a small bag of his favorite cookies. Like he was so shocked 😃💅

Ma'am you fr right now?–

These guys will not let go you, sorry, but no one else is allowed the manager position like you.

Kuroo comes to you one day like, "Are you like copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe." Please stop him, he won't until you actually say it–

Now him, Yamamoto & Lev are all telling you stupid pickup lines and now you can't escape it MUAHAHA 👹

Take it or receive it. You have these boys for the rest of your school life...and maybe even for the rest of your life.

They ain't loosing contact with you wdym pff 💀 so i guess, you're forever here. In nekoma.

[yuquinzel]

JJK BOYS AS THINGS I FIND HOT !

i. characters— gojo satoru, itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge.

ii. warnings— kinda suggestive ig??

iii. notes— writer's block fucking sucks lololsksjskskks. my friend helped out with most of these honestly.

GOJO:

lifts your chin up with one finger to make you face him. eyes you up and down but not in a judgemental way, more like a "i want you right now" way. holds your hands and guides them to his chest or shoulders when he's kissing you. walks around shirtless, bonus if he's wearing grey sweatpants. a playful tease. neck kisses with LOTS of inappropriate touching. really loves making you flustered. whispers in your ears with an arm around you. leans in to hear you better, followed by a low "hmm?" exhales really loudly when he's annoyed. shut up it's hot

YUJI:

unintentional kabedons. you'd be talking and he'd put his hand on the wall behind you totally oblivious. a respectful tease. if you go to give him a quick peck he'd pull you close before you can even step back and it turns into a full on makeout session right there. if he's looking for something, would come and pick you up, search for that thing, then put you down like its nothing, all with a dumbfounded expression. walks around wearing his sweatpants dangerously low. bites your earlobe out of nowhere??? thinks it cute.

MEGUMI:

would hold your hand to kiss your knuckles and maintain eye contact while doing so. deep smexy morning voice. runs his hand through his hair while one hand in pocket. manspreads. like you've seen that official art right? yeah. drives with one hand so his free hand can rest on your thighs. grabs your arm to pull you aside if you're in the way of something. says your name in the middle of a conversation. rolls up his sleeves if he's wearing a shirt. randomly kisses your shoulders. leans against the doorframe with the most unbothered expression.

YUTA:

holds your face with both hands when kissing you. loosens his tie instead of just removing it. listen, he has a thing for pinning you on the ground. proceeds to place a kiss on your collarbone. low and soft chuckles. don't underestimate his power of unintentional seduction. okay i shouldn't find this hot but he becomes dangerously calm when he's mad. never at you tho. if you're annoying him he just closes his eyes and sighs and that too is hot cus it's yuta. would hold your hands to keep you from hiding your face if he makes you blush.

INUMAKI:

you wouldn't expect it but i feel like he's someone who really enjoys teasing you with the most innocent and sweetest smile on his face. would pat your head after he's done teasing you like a mf. another one who loves to whisper sweet nothings in your ears. a really passionate kisser. has a habit a biting the skin of his lips. someone who loves marking you HEAR ME OUT he loves seeing your skin littered with hickeys he left. if you're talking then he'd suddenly hold your hand to make you pause. that or he'd just kiss you to make you shut up.

© yuquinzel2022 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

[kiwanopie]

Gift Wrapped 💌

Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader

cw: smut. porn with a little plot. oral, fingering (f!receiving) multiple orgasms. praise. overstimulation. breeding. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). minor mention of womb fucking. say it with me: college au! minors do not interact.

wc: 4.k

“We need a distraction.”

You furrow at your two friends posted a little beyond the doors to the library. “Huh? Why me?”

Maki exchanges a quick glance with Inumaki who mutters a little under his breath, sighing when he shrugs his shoulders like it’s up to her to explain your importance in this situation.

“Because you’re his favorite,” And the way you tilt your head a little makes her exhale. “Seriously. If it was anyone else he’d see right through it.”

That makes you throw your head back a bit. “I’m his favorite?”

“Salmon.”

“Wha-“ Even so, you frown. Fabric stretching a little in your sundress as you distribute some of your weight on your hip. “But I’m the one who planned the party? I still have an order of decorations to pick up before noon.”

“We’ll pick those up on the way back,” She cuts you off before you can add. “And the cake. We’re obviously not gonna forget that.”

“What about the invitations? You know who’s all coming, right? Will you make sure they know it’s a surprise?”

Maki scoffs. “Again, obviously.”

Rough fingers are already reaching for the soft side of your cheek when you blow out a distrustful sigh. “Hey, don’t start acting like you planned this all yourself! You’re not the one who’s been bending over backwards just to make sure Panda and Sensei keep their mouths shut about this whole thing.”

“Tuna mayo.” Inumaki adds.

You relent with another short breath through your nose as you lightly swat your friend’s hand away. “Okay, okay! What am I supposed to do to distract him then?”

“I don’t know? Do what you usually do.”

“Which is?”

Maki shrugs like she’s not about to say the most insulting thing in the world. “You know, walk in there like a complete ditz, kiss his ass a little. Maybe pop a few of those buttons in your dress,“

“Okay,” You interject. “So this is you asking me for a favor-“

“Just,” Maki exasperatedly points her head forward as she reaches to turn you for the empty study room at the far side of the library. Pushing you across even as you quietly complain against her efforts. “Walk in there and be yourself. Make sure he doesn’t come back to his dorm before we send you the signal.”

“But-“

You’re helpless as they quickly retreat in the direction they came, quietly waving you off as she leaves you there with a final glance over her shoulder. “Good luck! Don’t screw it up!”

You huff.

It takes him a distracted few seconds to respond when you finally knock at his reserved door. Quietly psyching yourself up when Yuuta calls out a busied ‘come in’ before silently making your way inside.

As expected his station is a complete mess of open scrolls and scattered books when you walk in. Papers strewn across the long table leading to the sitting ledge near the windows, and him of course comfied on a small floor seat at the corner of the room; nose deep in a book even as the door clicks behind you.

It takes the small hum you make at the mess to realize it’s you who just walked in.

Yuuta’s unabashed at the way he quickly lifts his head. “____? Hi! What’re you doing here?”

You smile as you carefully step over a few opened notebooks to hook your purse on an empty chair. “Spending time with the birthday boy, I hoped?”

“Oh? Yeah, I’d,” He raises from his seat to (albeit clumsily) approach you. “Love that! Sorry about the mess, I was just getting in a little bit of studying before you came,”

He’s familiar as he opens his arms for you. “C’mere, c’mere.”

His day shirt hisses firmly against the thin cotton of your sundress when you meet him in a snug embrace; mindful of your arms as they sit on his shoulders and his hold tightens. So much that the squeeze nearly compels you to groan like an old squeaky toy, but he lets up when you whine a little.

Yuuta’s hands are still loosely lazed on your lower back when you click your tongue at him. “Studying on not only the weekend but your birthday? It’s like you like being a dweeb.”

“Oh, I love it,” He quips back. “If only to have you to come and bully me every now and then.”

You smile at him as you finally pull yourself away. Turning on your heel at his fond grin to push aside the papers still splayed on the table behind you, and clearing room for yourself to sit as you raise yourself up by your arms.

Yuuta’s eyes follow the way your legs cross before you speak. “Wanna tell me about it? I’m sure we could go over a few things together.”

His eyes light up a little at the suggestion. If not to stall for time then just to see him nerd out on whatever he’s been so focused on all morning. Yuuta’s always been pretty transparent about his eagerness to know everything there is to about jujitsu and cursed techniques, especially when you’re around to soak up all his ramblings with complete earnest. - You’re not as thorough as Yuuta, not by a long shot; but he’s always been helpful with your technique in consideration. If you’re being honest he might be the reason you’re as skilled as you are currently.

He’s attentive. Even more attentive and honest in his enthusiasm as he pulls out a seat for himself in front of you. Positioning himself until he’s just an arms reach in front of your legs and reaching for a book just on the side of you.

“Okay, well uh for starters I’ve been reading up a lot on Death Paintings and their relationship with basic genetics. Like,” He flips a few pages before craning his neck to look up at you. “Cursed spirits are more likely to adapt to the appearance of their vessel per resistance but Death paintings,”

The way you tilt your head has him keeping the extended eye contact, even as his ears turn florid. “Are technically in themselves a vessel, so any changes to the host are arbitrary. It also means that they’re kind of dead but kind of alive? It’s a - I don’t know, a Danny phantom kind of deal.”

“That’s definitely a way to simplify it.” You snicker.

“Say a Death painting uses something like Convergence or Crimson binding, dying from blood loss would be a non-factor ‘cause they’re - well they’re dead. But if you do actually wind up killing one, even without a cursed tool, they’ll be gone forever. No cursed energy left behind or anything.”

You lift your leg somewhat to graze the top of the hard cover with the front of your shoe. “You make it sound easy?”

“Oh, for me it is.”

He chuckles when you playfully kick him, even if he has to ignore his reflexes to let you get the opportunity. Watching your lips dip into a marred pout as the force of your leg swinging at him knocks his book out of his lap and your heel tumbling down with it.

Yuuta’s lackadaisical as he reaches on his side for your fallen shoe, adjusting himself in his chair as he turns it over in his hand. “Speaking of, these have gotta be sharp enough to kill somebody with. I don’t usually see you wear these unless there’s an occasion?”

You lift an eyebrow at him as tepid fingers curl around your ankle. “Can’t I dress up a little for the birthday boy?”

His grin is sweetened by a blush.

He’s careful as he guides your leg in his direction, gentle as he slides the heel onto your pointed foot. Even with calloused fingers does he handle your leg like it’s fine tulle, and you can’t help but want to shudder at the way he appraises you with so much earnesty.

“You look very pretty today,” Yuuta hums before catching himself awkwardly. “I-I mean, you look pretty everyday but today especially.”

“Yeah? Well, thank you, Yuuta-kun.” And your smile’s flustered. Pretty and coy as you turn your head and slide your leg out of his lingering grip.

His eyes are already in place of yours when you turn to him again. “You look nice too by the way? You don’t have anywhere to be any time soon, do you?”

“Oh,” Yuuta tucks his chin in a little to glance down at his button up. “No but, I ran into Panda before I got here and he told me to put on something nice!”

He absently starts the motion of folding his sleeves back. “Whatever that’s about…”

“Yeah…” You chuckle a little airily.

You’ll kill him.

There’s a distant vibrating sound coming from your purse that you reach for as Yuuta dips his hands again to rub them restlessly against his pant legs. Light patters against the carpet floor when he starts to bounce his knee and you split your attention between that and the phone in your hand.

“But uh, I mean,” Yuuta noncommittally throws his hand up in the air. “I can’t imagine that Panda’s planning on taking me out anywhere in public, seeing as - you know,”

You give him a nodding glance as you open your phone.

“Yeah so, maybe after that you and I could… I don’t know, celebrate together?”

Party Planning Committee: jesus what did you order him

Party Planning Committee: cakes been delayed for another hr xoxo

“Aw, fuck you.”

“Huh?”

Oh. Oops. You messily catch yourself when you finally register what he’s just said. And what you just accidentally responded with. Your phone is practically thrown aside as you clumsily readjust yourself in front of him, simpering apologetically when he furrows. “Oh! No, no, not you! I was just-…”

His eyes follow your awkward movements as you lift one of the fallen straps of your dress. “I’d- Yeah, of course! I’d love that, Yuuta. What did you have in mind?”

Yuuta makes a short glance at your phone before continuing somewhat hesitantly. “I was thinking we could drive to Osaka and maybe walk through Shinsaibashi? Maybe even view the Umeda Sky Building while we’re there.”

You gape a little. As fun as that sounds. And it sounds really fun, come to think of it. A trip like that would have to be a day trip. Just the drive there could take a few hours and if he’s really in the mood to sightsee there’s no chance the two of you would be back before the night is over.

He’s talking about getting a hotel with you. The thought makes your face hot. “W-What about Panda? Shouldn’t we stay to at least see what he wants first?”

“Hm? Oh yeah sure,” Though the relieved breath you quietly let out may have been a second too soon. “His dorm’s right next to mine so I’ll stop there before I grab my things.”

“You’ll-? Oh! You don’t… have to do that,”

Yuuta gives you a puzzled look as he reaches on his side to pick up his fallen book from earlier. “Hm? Why not?”

Your hand cranes to follow his movements as he stands up from his chair. Try as you might to not seem as frantic as you are, you reach for his arm when he starts for his things on the other side of the room. “You don’t wanna seem rude? What if he’s-… n-not ready to give it to you yet?”

Yuuta stares at you a short deliberative beat.

You try to hide your nerves as he slowly inches himself closer to you. Practice in his step as he plants himself before your uncrossed legs and cranes his neck until he’s leveled with your height - until his nose is practically skimming over yours. But his eyes are vigilant as they scrub you over, and you can’t help but the fearful pout you give him when he hums shortly.

“‘You hiding something from me?”

“No.”

His pupils dilate. “Feels like you are.”

“M’not.”

“You’re not?”

“Nu-uh.”

His breath is minty and sweet. You smell it about as well as he does your flavored lip gloss, shining in the room light as your pout deepens at the way he tuts. “Lying to the birthday boy’s a pretty serious offense, y’know?”

His lips twitch up when you start to shy away. “…Only punishable by death.”

“Yuuta…” You’re already reaching to push him back when his fingers start to inch for you. “Yuuta, think about this…!”

“What’re you hiding, ____?”

“I’m not hiding any-“

You don’t even get the chance to scurry away before his fingers are pressing determined little buttons into your vulnerable torso. Blunt fingernails forcing out broken little chirps at your poor attempts to stop him from prodding at your ticklish sides, but he overpowers you without even trying. Even as you push away he shoots down your efforts to escape by pushing forward enough to nearly lay himself over you, practically covering you like a veil when your legs spread in the midst of your squirming. He’s relentless as he squeezes himself between your thighs to keep up his assault. Smiling even as tears start to well in your eyes.

Yuuta’s giggling blends in with your body racking laughs as you try fruitlessly to swat at him from where you’re all but trapped beneath him, smiling so bright that it lights up his entire face. “C’mon. Tell me! Tell me!”

“N-no! Yuuta! St- stop!”

“What’s the big secret? I wanna know!”

Your only warning comes in a choked whine when you decide to pull out your only trump card. All but backed into a wall at your last ditch attempt to get him to stop tickling you, as ashamed as you should be for deciding to play dirty.

But you’re not as you cross your bare legs over his back, forcibly pressing him against you as the surprise knocks his stomach into yours.

He’s immediately flustered. You snort at him between breaths as he props himself up on his arms.

“O-Oh,” Yuuta’s cheeks turn rosy at the way you pant underneath him. “Oh, that’s dirty!”

Your wearied smile is enough to make him sweat. “You started it-“

You both turn your heads when your phone vibrates.

Party Planning Committee: sensei said he put up the decorations

Party Planning Committee: how much u wanna bet he went through his stuff

“Wha-“

You kiss him.

Mostly in another last ditch effort to keep the secret under wraps but even so, Yuuta doesn’t even hesitate to return the kiss in full ardency. Already tilting his head to deepen the kiss before you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders to press him more firmly against you. He’s shameless as he groans into your lips when your fingers start pushing cardful lines into the back of his head.

The way you suck on his bottom lip as he pulls away makes his brain feel syrupy, it’s not even a moment later that he’s dipping his head into the crook of your neck to press his lips where it counts.

“Y-…Yuuta…”

He’s pressing crescents in your thighs when he raises his head to look at you more directly. “Want me to stop?”

You shake your head.

His lips are molten as they press hot tracks down your neck and shoulders, scalding down the path it takes to your covered breasts. You’re not sure of its eagerness or how wholly receptive he is to each twitch and whimper you make - but whichever it is it’s driving you nuts. He’s touching you everywhere. Savoring each dip and soft spot he comes across with his curious fingers, up the thin fabric riding over your thighs, your calves as they skirt up and down his sides. Even your hands find themselves in his again, entwined with his fingers as he unlatches your grip on his hair and brings it to his lips.

Yuuta’s eyes are locked on yours through the soft kiss he presses on your wrist. “You’re soft all over. I’m not even surprised,”

Deep marble blues are suffocated by dilated blacks, hungrier as he scrubs down the tousled state of your dress. All pretty and perfect underneath him.

He skims the hand on your knee down to the fat of your inner thigh. “‘You wanna be my birthday gift?”

In favor of outright whining when he asks, you fervently nod your head.

Yuuta’s thorough in the path he takes from your sternum to your open legs. Attentive in the stops he takes to suck in scattered bruises. The draft in the room cools over the dip in your dress, tugged over the cooling spit drying over your nipples. By the time he’s started peppering his lips down your thighs, you’re already teetering over overstimulated. But he isn’t in a hurry when you start to whine, still drawing patterns over your exposed stomach to press a savory kiss over the fabric of your panties.

“Don’t tell me you came in here this wet?” The vibration of his voice inclines you to twitch. “‘You’ve been holding out on me this whole time?”

“Y-Yuu-“

His tongue is as thorough as he is.

As eager. With barely the wherewithal to tug your panties down one of your legs before nuzzling his nose back into your clit again. Shamelessly eating you out like he’s been dying to much longer than he can even remember. You’re as sweet as he’s imagined, sugary as honeydew. Cassonade coated whimpers clip into the air as he moans into you, even bolder at the way he reaches up to roughly grope at one of your breasts to put you in a different angle, and the stretch of him pushing a finger inside has you both groaning.

He could just be doing this all day and he’d be happy. Feel you shiver under him like you do in his daydreams and call out for him so prettily. “Yuuta…! Yuuta! Please, I’m..,”

You nearly cum when he spits on your already messy pussy. “G’nna cum?” Yuuta grunts as his tongue joins his fingers, eyes rolling back at the squeeze and contemplating on if this is enough for such a tight fit.

So he gathers his spit and pushes it inside for good measure.

“Ah… Yuu..” Your eyes cross as his tongue flattens on your clit again, fingers rocking you in a sticky rhythm. “I’m… gonna make a mess..!”

“Yeah? My pretty gift ‘s gonna mess for me? Give me a treat for treating her pussy so well?” His tongue sloshes against your clit as your back arches. “Go ‘head, baby. Don't hold back.”

“O-Oh, fuck!”

Your moans reverberate through the walls of the enclosed study room when you cum, nearly full out sobbing as you hump against his face and coat him in your slick as you do. But he doesn’t stop, focused on working you through and catching as much as he can in his mouth, hips grinding into the edge of the table as he fights the urge to cum in his pants.

You’re overstimulated when Yuuta finally pulls away with a lewd slurp, still rocking you into his fingers. “Good job,”

The way he parts you with his wet fingers is as embarrassing as it is toe curling. “Your clit’s gotten all cute and swollen…”

Yuuta finally stands to his full height to appraise you fully as his wet fingers dip into his mouth, slick stained on his white collar and cheeks fully flushed with lust. His gaze still sweetens though, as it usually does when he’s got his attentions set on his favorite girl. Splayed out for him like a painting as the residual taste of your cum sweetens over his tongue and there are all but hearts floating over his head.

“Wanna keep going at it?” He starts on the belt of his pants. “Promise I’ll fuck you real good if you let me.”

You can hardly make the effort to give him a verbal response, almost certain that whatever you’re gonna say is more likely to come out either slurred or incoherent. So in place of a response you reach for him, grazing your nose against his as you pull him against you; and his smile is elated as he pulls himself out of his pants.

You both gasp when the mushroom top pops in, clenching his teeth through your airy whines as he starts to push himself in and Yuuta seriously questions if he’s gonna last long with you feeling as good as you do.

There’s not enough room in you for him to still be pushing in like he is. “Yuuta, ‘s’too much…!”

“Fuck!” He grunts. “Fuck you’re so tight.”

You can barely think when he starts his pace.

He’s relentless as he thrusts into you, rough and firm as he presses his hands into the back of your thighs and pushes them up to your chest, momentarily slowing down to pull out just to the underside of his tip and roll back in with a dirty push of his hips. You’re feeling him in your stomach by now, pressed against your womb when he leans in and starts to put some of his weight on you - and you honestly don't know how you’ll look at Yuuta the same way anymore. With one of your kindest - gentlest friends being in your guts like he is, still staring at you so adoringly as he carves himself into you and tutting when your head lulls to the side.

His fingers are rough and capable as he hooks them into your jaw, keeping your gaze locked on him as his pace becomes deeper.

“So good… you feel so good, baby.. My perfect, perfect girl.” He babbles. “F-fuck..! Take it. Take it just like that - wanna fuck you so full, huh? You want that?”

“S’good! S’so good, Yuu..! Hah…ahh fuck!”

“Aw,” He laughs breathlessly, puffs of air coming out as broken moans as he lays his head into the crook of your neck and puts his weight on you completely.

Yuuta clasps one of your hands in his as he transitions into deeper strokes, reaching to rub circles into your clit with the other hand.

“My ____’s gotten all stupid already. Too focused on getting fucked to think for herself anymore.” He coos as he kisses the tears running down your cheeks.

“S’okay baby. I can do all the thinking.” His moan breaks off into a shuttered breath. “Jus…keep milking me like that. Ohh my god… s-so… fucking good. Mh..”

Your eyes roll back as you tense. “Yuuta! Yuuta…!”

“Go ‘head…hahh…” He’s really gotta hold himself back at this point. “Soak my cock with your cum, baby. Go on.”

You’re half crying when you cum for the second time, squeezing around Yuuta with such a vigor that his hips pull back with a notable resistance and he almost blacks out. Fucking into you as deep as he can as he finally starts to loose his composure.

“Fffuck! Fuck! Oh god…! So good f’me, baby! So good - m’cumming. M’cumming…!” He says as hot ropes of it start to gum up your insides. “F-..fuck you’re still…milking me.”

You whimper as his hips start to grind deep currents into yours, still slowly rocking you as he whines into your neck and keeps his pace on your clit.

“Ahh…Yuu…You’re..” Your breath hitches. “Fuck Yuuta, you’re gonna make me…cum again…!”

But he doesn’t budge when you weakly start to push at him, still quietly panting into your ear. “One more. Jus…one more, baby…”

“Yuu…Yuu…!” You clutch onto his shoulders as when you start to lock up again. “Oh god…ah..fuck!”

“There she is..” And he’s already running your insides hot again as he cums from the overstimulation. “Good girl…So…ahh…proud of you, baby.”

There’s a shared exhale as you both go limp.

Buzzt!

Party Planning Committee: ok ready when you are!

reblog for an early birthday gift 🎁

[diabolicalacid]

ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU

synopsis : YN LN (15f) had her heart broken and her reputation scalded by sakusa kiyoomi (17m). years after the incident, still strongly holding onto her grudge, unluckily for her, she crosses paths with him once again at twenty five. but alongside the heartache of a failed high school affair comes trouble in the form of miya atsumu.

check out my new atsumu smau!

pairing : atsumu miya x reader + sakusa kiyoomi x reader

genre : ANGST, DRAMA, fluff

warnings : cursing, mentions of drinking & smoking, mention of sexual activities, mentions of cheating, toxic behavior, irrational characters, toxic relationship, haikyuu timeskip spoilers, characters might be ooc

started : oct 5, 22

ended : jul 17, 23

updates : no particular schedule

a/n : don’t read too much into the smau. it’s lazy writing for most part, but i’m still going to publish this because i feel like writing something, but it’s just that i don’t have much time to use my brains for it right now, so no better option for me than a smau!

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BONUS :

bonus #1 : he’s a boy

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[zeke-best]

I still not over him 🥺

[brownielover666]

Toji: Whoops, guess I gotta sell my kid

[creepzkilla]

PREDATOR AND PREY

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(.｡*☆) --synopsis possessive! angel just loves your tattoo...

(.｡*☆) --warning fem reader! nsfw, dark content(?), marking, knife play, cunnilingus, over stim, degradation, praise, oral sex (fem receiving), handcuffs

(.｡*☆) --author notes debut post?!?10101

--(𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄. You didn’t mind although. The pain was the last thing of your worries, if anything the handcuffs that dug into your skin made your heart beat with excitement. Besides, the pleasure that your angel boyfriend was giving you overwhelmed any other senses. With his head buried between your open thighs, his calloused hands prying them open as his tongue laps and licks your opening with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

The look in his hazel eyes was almost predatorial. Lust and possessiveness swirled around in his gaze, making your knees buckles and your stomach twist into knots every time he licked up your slit. His lips against your clit, sucking ever so gently on the bundle of nerves, made moans spill out of your mouth to no end. Angel’s lips twitched into a smile against your clit as his mouth moved to plant wet kisses against your thighs, sucking and biting into your smooth skin. His tongue danced against your thighs, leaving dark bruises scattered across your skin that would undoubtedly last for a few days. 

Exactly what he wanted.

Angel pulled back, his eyes admiring his work with his hand still prying open your thighs that shook softly. He licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of your juices, tracing his fingertips over the marks that he made. 

“I love this tattoo, you know...” Angel said in a husky voice, his fingers running over the inked skin on your thigh. You couldn’t help but shudder in delight as his fingers ghosted over your tattooed skin, soft whimpers erupting from your throat. “Do you know why I love this tattoo?” His eyes flickered onto yours with that same look in his eyes. You could only let out a squeak in response under his gaze.  “Because it shows that you belong to me...” Angel cooed, tilting his head with adoration in his voice, his fingers brushing over your tattoo. His gaze still swirled with lust intoxicating you just like his loving touch, which you cherish so much.

You are merely prey to this man with his eyes drenched in lust, which excited you. He, a predator so desperate to please his prey; you. Angel is a man of possessiveness, so much so that his gaze could cut into one’s soul if they dared to touch you. Everyone knows that you belong to him, that you're his prey, his lover, yet it just wasn’t enough. So he marked you, engraving his name into your once untouched thigh that was only visible when you wore skirts and slit dresses.

Wearing dresses that show your tattoo leads to nights like these, tied up on the bed while Angel fucked you dumb with his tongue.

And god, you love wearing those dresses. 

Before you could respond he dove back down to your aching heat, licking long stripes up towards your clit that made you throw your head back in delight. You instantly tighten up, almost afraid that you could break his tongue as your wrist thrash in the handcuffs that desperately want to be released. You're helpless, just the way he likes it. This only seems to make Angel more desperate as his rough hands gripped into your thighs will surely leave marks. He didn’t care whether he left marks, just as long as he tastes you, he’ll be fine. The marks are merely a bonus.

“A-Angel ’m gonna cum! So-So good,” Your gummy walls clenched around his tongue as you gushed around his mouth. Moans spill from your mouth, your whole body shaking from your orgasm as your back arches with pleasure. You collapse back down to the bed, your wrists aching as you pant heavily, wanting to catch your breath.

Angels’ lips twitched into a playful smile with half-lidded eyes, “You’re already done? I wasn’t done playing with my toy…” He licked his lips swiping back in forth at the leftover cum that painted against his lips, his face still glistening with the fresh juices. His grip softened, now softly drawing shapes into the meat of your thighs as his eyes scanned your bare body with a hunger glint still present. The red-headed man could almost feel your aching heat, wanting to be full again with his tongue, despite your clit throbbing from your release. Angel merely grins before diving back in.

“A-Ang-,” His full name could barely leave your lips before breaking down to a hearty moan. Your walls clench up again, your eyes rolling in the back of your head from the overstimulation.  He could only smile against heat as he felt your pathetic attempt to escape the handcuffs that chained you. Your thighs were almost suffocating him in an effort to close them from the overstimulation being too much. 

He pulled up from your slit once more, his rough hands forcing your shaking legs open as his hazel eyes stared daggers into yours, “fuck, be a good slut and take my tongue.” he seethed with venom dripping from his tone. You shuddered under his gaze one more, before letting out a string of high-pitched screams that fell from your mouth from him sucking on your clit.

 Angel merely only smiled as he happily lapped up your juices with your body, finally, fully succumbing to him.

[truegoist]

BABY PHOTOS !! REQUESTED BY ;; @avid-idiot (ily nessa)

WARNINGS ;; gn reader(no prns mentioned), established relationship , reader knows isagi & team z. Rin plans to murder the reader, team z, the poor waitress basically anyone bc he’s emo like that I wrote this at 3 am dont fuck w me

“Take those away. Right now” Rin demanded, sitting right across you in a cafe with photos laid out in the table.

photos of him.

as a baby.

he didn’t know how you managed to get your hands on these but this definitely was not what was in his mind when you asked to meet up here for a date.

“Awh come on, look how cute you are when you were small! Didn’t had the resting bitch face then” looking at the photos of him when he was around 5, rin mentally notes the places to hide your corpse nearby.

Still, you seemed to be pretty happy about his humiliation this date

“You were so cute when you were little!! You grew up to be even cuter though” you flash him a smile and with pink dusting to his cheeks rin reconsiders his plan on murdering you

maybe he’ll let it slide just this time. It’s not like anyone but you will see t-

“Oh is that you, y/n?” A familiar voice calls out and there he is, the second last person rin would like to see right now after his brother, isagi yoichi.

along with some other of his little buddies.

You wave to them, and unfortunately they don’t suddenly get hit by a truck.

“What are those?” Bachira leans in with curiosity.

“An album of baby rin! Isn’t he the cutest?”

This catches the attention of others and now everyone is gathered around the table, looking and judging the photos.

“Oh so you weren’t born like…this?” Chigiri says, emphasizing the ‘this’ with pointing at current rin

“Didn’t knew you could smile !” Bachira adds on.

It seriously takes every fiber in his body to not just throttle everybody around.

‘Not now’ he thinks ‘There’s witnesses around’ the commotion you all caused caught the eyes of others and a waitress in the corner seems to be stuck in between approaching to ask for your order or just running away.

Rin’s glare at her makes her decision easier as she hurries as far away from your table.

He eyes you as you laugh and take out even more of the pictures from your bag(he seriously wonders where you got them now, he suspects sae) despite the horrors you’re doing to him you seem genuinely happy.

honestly sometimes rin doesn’t knows why he’s dating you, but that smile of yours clears that away.

yeah, he’ll let it slide for you this time.

Can’t say the same for the others though

[pfpanimes]

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