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❥ timeskip! haikyuu captains matching with you on tinder | daichi sawamura and toru oikawa

warnings: timeskip! daichi and oikawa, fem! reader, tinder, unprotected sex, protected sex, bondage/handcuffs, multiple orgasms, biting/hickeys, fangirl fucking, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, missionary and doggy style, fluff at the end, pwp, this made my editor loose their mind (ily opal mwah)

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Daichi Sawamura | Stress relief

Being a cop was a good job. Steady income, health benefits, all that jazz. And there really wasn’t a lot of crime in Miyagi, so there was little to no stress. Perfect for a guy who spent his high school years screaming at underclassmen to behave, right? Wrong. Paperwork was a pain in the ass, and his only relief was going home to an empty apartment, along with the occasional visit from his younger siblings or old teammates. Overall, Daichi was stressed as hell. Did he have an early grey?

Anonymous sex was his only relief. Yeah, it was unlike Daichi to not know the girl before making her see stars repeatedly, but he just didn’t have the time. Balancing being a police officer with his sex life was hard work, and emotions just complicated things. He didn’t see women as objects, absolutely not. Daichi was a gentleman (at least in the streets.) He just sees the sex as a good way to let himself go, to pound his frustration out into a gorgeous angel beneath him, her moans and cries of euphoria filling his apartment.

So when he saw your pretty face appear on his Tinder feed, how could he say no? Swiped right immediately, and the two of you were a match.

“F-fuck, Daichi!” you mewled into his neck, attempting to hide your flushed face in his tan skin. Your hands were cuffed together in front of you, wrapped around his broad and gorgeous shoulders. “M’gonna cum again, shit!” your wanton sobs were like music to his ears, although they were slightly muffled by your hiding.

“Hey, I told you I don’t like it when pretty girls hide from me,” Daichi purred, stopping his thrusts inside your sobbing core to adjust your body. He pulled your face away from hiding by gripping your messy and tangled hair; a dark desire pooled in his chestnut eyes. “I wanna see that face of yours make cute little expressions as I fuck you, baby.” Fuck, his voice was so fucking filthy, and it made your legs quiver beneath him.

You pathetically nodded as Daichi pushed your legs further up into your chest, placing your arms around his neck. The cold metal from the handcuffs tickled the hairs on the back of his neck, the steel sensation only further adding to the pleasure of your warm pussy squeezing onto his pulsating cock. “God, you feel so fucking good.” he punctuated his sentence with a harsh thrust, feeling his orgasm approach. He usually lasted much longer than this, but the sensation of your gummy walls pulling him impossibly deep was driving him insane. Fuck, were you trying to kill him?

“Fuck!” he growled into your ear, biting down on the cartilage of the shell. “You’re gonna cum with me, yeah? I know you’re fucking close, baby girl. I can feel you squeezing around me like a slut. You’re gonna milk me for all I’m worth, huh?”

“Yes, fuck!” his words sent you over the edge, his rough and powerful thrusts only making your release even sweeter. You made a mess all over his cock, sweet moans escaping your puffy and bruised lips. An animalistic, almost feral grunt emerged from Daichi’s throat as he slammed his mouth against yours, drowning out his moans as he came inside, hot ropes of cum filling you up so nicely.

“Good fucking girl,” he pulled himself out of you, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The bed felt lighter as he got up to put on the rest of his casual clothes, his jeans pooling at his ankles. He didn’t say anything, causing you to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

“What, no aftercare?”

Daichi turned to look at you, equally confused. “I thought girls who wanted to hook up got grossed out if a guy stays too long.”

You shook your head and gestured to the handcuffs on your wrist, a displeased expression on your flushed face. “First of all, you’re sleeping with idiots. Second of all, please uncuff me.”

Daichi let out a nervous chuckle, unlocking the handcuffs. He noticed a faint purple bruising on your wrists, which rubbed him incorrectly. “Do…do you want me to stay a little while?” He just wanted to make sure you were alright, that’s all. He wasn’t catching feelings for a girl he wanted to hook up with, right?

“You’re more than happy to stay if that’s what you want.” your smile is so sweet and sincere. How could he refuse some after-sex cuddles? Especially with you.

“I’d very much like that.”

Toru Oikawa | Fangirl fucker

It was no secret that Oikawa had plenty of fan girls. No matter which team he played for, there were always several hundred pretty faces in the crowd ready to cheer his name. It fueled his already massive ego, that was for sure.

Being a professional athlete came with rules, of course. Sure, he was allowed to have sex. It was against the law to prevent sex between two consenting adults, no matter what league or team he played for. However, one of the unspoken rules of being a professional athlete was not to sleep with your fans by any means necessary. It would ruin your career and tarnish the reputation of the team. But Oikawa didn’t care. It didn’t stop him from setting up a Tinder profile that very clearly showed off his athletic ability, getting so many matches a day. Fucking fangirl after fangirl was the best, and you weren’t any different. You were still a fan even though you only had an “I <3 Toru Oikawa” button on your lanyard displayed on your profile. His fan.

“Say my name again, princess,” Oikawa huffed from behind, his soft yet calloused hands tightly gripping your hips. His fingers squished the flesh between them, rolling it sensually. You looked so pretty like this; face down, ass up, mascara running down your face, and his handprints beautifully decorating your round ass. Fuck, you looked so perfect for him. “Say my fucking name.”

“Oikawa!” you mewled, your walls fluttering around his pulsating cock. You knew he was strong from the various shirtless photos of himself floating around, but he was showing you no mercy as his member pounded in and out of you, the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your sweaty form filling the expensive hotel room.

His hand cracked down onto your ass in disapproval, his bottom lip pouting in mockey. “Nuh-uh, pretty girll. That’s not my name. You wanna try again?” he purred, slapping you ass a second time, not as harsh as the first. “C’mon now, don’t tell me I’ve already fucked you stupid?” Oikawa loved teasing you, your cunt became tigher with each word that fell from his lips.

“T-Toru! Fuck!” you sobbed in both pain and pleasure, your knuckles turning white from gripping onto the silky sheets that were drenched in your sweat. “Harder, fuck me harder! W-Wanna cum all over you!” Your desperate little begs and pleads were music to his ear, filling his head with dark and twisted thoughts. Fucking his fan girls was a high in of itself, but you were a special kind of breed. You made him want more, more than just a random fuck on a Saturday night. No, Oikawa could definitely get used to this.

“Cutie,” he decided to indulge you, grabbing onto your messy ponytail so your back could arch in an even more beautiful way. Oikawa’s other hand left your hip and chose to massage your throbbing clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud. “Cum on my cock be a good fucking girl and cum on my cock for me.”

You let out a wanton shriek as your orgasm hit you like a runaway freight train, making a mess all over Oikawa’s cock and hand. Fuck, no one has ever made you cum that hard before. “T-Toru! Fuck…”

His thrusts were becoming disorganized and sloppy as Oikawa’s orgasm washed over him as well, his cum filling up the condom. “Mm, fuck,” he sighed, pulling himself out of you with a small squelching sound. Oikawa tied the condom off and tossed it into the nearby waste basket, landing it perfectly. He pulled you into his arms, cuddling his face into your bruised neck from an earlier hickey assault. “You feel good, cutie? It’s my job to make sure my pretty fans feel good.”

You slowly nodded, giggling slightly as his taped fingers massaged your pert nipple. “Mhm, I feel fucking amazing. I never thought I would ever live out my fantasy of having sex with you, this feels like a dream.”

“Fantasy, hm?” he playfully purred, licking your collarbone with a glint of mischief in his milky brown eyes. “Do you…have any other fantasies about me? I’d be more than happy to help you make them come to life.”

You blushed and covered your face with your hands, earning a dissapoving look from Oikawa. “Y-yeah, I got a lot of other fantasies about you…but don’t you have other fangirls you need to, uh, attend to?”

Oikawa shrugged and pulled you closer to his chest, your cheek landing on his right pectoral. You could feel his heartbeat, calm and steady. It was relaxing, welcoming, and warm. “Eh, they can wait a little longer. I’d much rather keep cuddling you than drive to another hotel.”

“You’re a sweetheart.” you smiled at him, feeling comfortable enough to give him a peck on the cheek.”

“I know, cutie. I know.”

kuroo, bokuto, and ushijima are next! should i do other guys as well? what positons?

#haikyuu time skip #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #time skip daichi #time skip oikawa #oikawa smut #daichi smut #daichi sawamura #toru oikawa #hq smut #haikyuu time skip smut

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erwinsvow · 2 hours

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can we have rafe try to grovel ?? :((((( shy reader deserves better !!! <3 https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/751213087399510016/what-if-rafe-ever-hit-shy-reader-from-built-up?source=share

he will grovel!! side note i dont know how i feel about this its just for the sweet anon who wanted part two

the moment rafe shuts the door and traps you in the room, between his body and the wall, you know some part of you has just broken that you'll never fully be able to fix.

everything in your body tells you to look up at rafe and do something. slap him back, push him away, turn around and storm out of the room and try to at least show him you're just as mad as he is—but none of that actually happens.

hot tears keep spilling down your cheeks, and you stay frozen like that for what feels like forever, staring at the floor of rafe's bedroom. the sound of rafe's heavy breaths fills the space, though you can barely detect it over the way your heart is pounding in your ears.

you want to leave. but you don't know where you even would go. before the events of the last hour, there was no where you wanted to be more than wherever rafe was. and now, staring at the floor instead of up at the boy who you had gladly given your heart to only for him to snap it in half with his bare hands and deliver it back, you stay frozen, waiting for rafe. you are always waiting for rafe.

"kid, i-" you finally look up, through wet lashes and almost painful eyes fluttering slowly, and rafe stops talking the moment you do. you don't know why, but it doesn't take you long to figure it out. there's a mark on your cheek the size of his hand, probably an imprint from his ring too.

it's such a shame—you always loved that ring.

you snap out of your thoughts when rafe keeps talking, though there's still blooding rushing in your ears. he sounds muffled, his mouth moving and expression looking, you can only imagine, somewhat close to yours—sad and angry all blended together. you keep blinking slowly, listening but not really listening, waiting for him to finish so you can leave.

how stupid you must seem to him, and to yourself, you think pathetically. he just hit you, and you're waiting for him to finish, so you don't impolitely interrupt. you should drive straight from tannyhill to a therapist's office—though you think not even a licensed professional could help you figure out what exactly is wrong with you.

the thought makes you laugh, corners of your mouth turning up and a rush of air leaving your throat. half a laugh, half a sob. the gutting realization has just hit you—whatever was wrong with you, rafe was the only one in the world who seemed to understand you.

"baby?" rafe asks, and you actually snap out of it this time—looking up at your boyfriend, wondering if he knows you haven't heard a single thing he's said so far.

"i think i should go home," you reply, wondering where your keys are and where your wallet is. you don't keep track of these things anymore, usually since rafe drives you everywhere and pays for everything.

"okay. i'll bring you, just let me go get-"

"no, i-" you stop yourself—about to apologize again. everything running through your mind makes you choose your words carefully. "i'm gonna go home."

"you didn't drive here, kid. i picked you up, remember?" rafe looks back at you and you feel a fresh wave of tears take over. you hadn't remembered.

"oh."

"listen, kid, i'm so-"

"i'm going home," you repeat firmly, mostly to yourself. "i'll just-i'll walk."

"y'not walking. it's dark and-"

"rafe, stop." the way you say it, he actually listens. you don't sound like yourself, you can tell from the way he looks at you, rafe's face doused with concern and apprehension. you look away, turning to face the door. "i'll be fine. i need to go."

"c'mon, kid, don't go," he says, and every bone and muscle inside you wants to listen, to do what he says like you always do. you feel more hot tears coming up, stopping them seems impossible yet you know crying is useless. it already happened and the damage is already done.

you turn around from your position, knowing it's a mistake. rafe gets closer, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. he holds your face like he always does, except there's one big difference—you flinch the moment he starts moving.

"baby," rafe says quietly, and everything in you stops for a moment. brain lagging, breath catching, even the tears stop for a second while you look up at your boyfriend. "i'm so sorry. i am so sorry. i fucked up, okay? i know i did, but please don't go."

"rafe, i can't stay," it comes out just as quietly, a notch above a whisper. "you hurt me." it comes out wrangled in a sob. rafe wipes away some of your fresh tears with his hands.

"i-i know. and i'm gonna regret it forever, but-" rafe stops, and you stop too. you chew on your lip nervously, realizing it's going to bleed from how much you're biting down. "can-can i at least bring you home? please?"

"okay," you give in-but you shouldn't have.

you don't even know how you're gonna explain the mark on your face to your parents, or why you're home so early when you said you were sleeping over. every movement feels exhausting—grabbing some of your things and walking down the stairs to getting into rafe's truck. the drive to your place isn't very long, only ten minutes, and you stare out the window the whole time. it feels like hours with the way rafe looks at you at each red light.

rafe pulls into your driveway and you look up at him expectantly, though you're not sure why.

"can you-can you turn the headlights off? i don't want them waking up," you say, after what feels like ages of silence.

rafe turns the lights off but doesn't say anything. it's not until you reach for the doorhandle that he does—it's almost muscle memory for him. he leans over you to pull the handle and open the door for you, but you flinch so hard when he moves that he can't even get the door. instead he looks back at you while you stare up at him. without any words, you both know what the other is thinking.

"goodnight, rafe," you say, your own hand on the door now.

"wait, kid," he says, and you stop your movement immediately. even in this situation, you can't help but listen. "can i see you tomorrow? please?"

"i don't think that's a good idea."

"c'mon. we-we have to talk about this. i can't just.. not see you. i'm gonna go crazy."

"i need to go rafe." the second you say it, you start feeling bad about it. it's so engrained in you—trying to avoid hurting rafe in any and every way possible, that the very idea of not giving him what he wants makes your chest ache painfully. "i.. i have to think about it."

he leans over, slowly this time so you don't get scared again, opening the door for you like he always does. you climb out, getting your bag and trying to pretend everything's fine until you get inside your room.

"good night, kid. i'll talk to you tomorrow."

without replying, you walk inside. rafe's truck stays in your driveway until you lock the door, and he doesn't drive away until minutes after.

surprisingly, you make it to your room before you start crying. and you don't stop crying until the sun comes up.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #tw abuse

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rinneverse · 23 hours

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@mydiluc this is dedicated to u bc you put this evil evil thought in my brain. cw for f!reader + daddy kink + creampie :)

the first time you call chifuyu matsuno “daddy,” it takes all of his willpower not to spill his load inside you right then and there.

his hips stutter and his hand, interlocked with yours, squeezes just hard enough that your eyes flutter open to look up at him. they’re foggy with lust, drunk on the taste of him, and if it were humanly possible he thinks that your pupils would be in the shape of hearts with how much adoration swims in your gaze.

he’s breathless as he asks, “what did you say?”

you grow shy, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you look away from him.

chifuyu suddenly stops. his blue eyes narrow as he leans closer to you, chest pressing to yours as the hand holding your hip squeezes gently.

you’re cute flustered, but he wants answers. he asks again, lips brushing yours: “what did you say, princess?”

“f-fuyu…” you whine in embarrassment. when he clicks his tongue, you squirm even more before you relent. “daddy, please.”

“please what?”

chifuyu rocks his hips slightly, keeping you on that precipice of pleasure that draws a hazy fog in your head. the way you grip his cock makes his eyes furrow with pleasure; it’s taking all of his strength just to keep himself from fucking you into the mattress beneath you already.

“need you, daddy. please—fuck me, i was so close, need your cock to fill me up—”

he makes a satisfied noise in the back of his throat at your desperate plea, lips attaching to the column of your neck as he finally pulls out far enough to thrust into you again, long and deep strokes that send you reeling. you keen as your back arches into him, broken sobs of “more, more, daddy, please” tumbling from your lips.

“again, baby. call me that again.” chifuyu murmurs, breath catching as you squeeze deliciously around him.

“daddy, m’ gonna cum…!”

“that’s my girl, taking me so well—fuck—gonna pound you until you’re filled up with my cum. how’s that sound?”

and when you tip over the edge, cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm hits you hard, he falls over with you, hips pressing flush to yours as he cums deep inside you.

as he comes down, his lips press gentle kisses up the slope of your jaw, works his way along your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, until he finally presses them to yours, sweet and loving.

when the pleasure-filled haze in your gaze lessens and you cup his face adoringly, he smiles down at you. he hasn’t pulled out yet, too content wrapped up in the embrace of you to even care how wet and slick you may be together.

“i didn’t know you were into that,” chifuyu hums, pressing a chaste kiss to the palm of your hand. you swipe your thumb across the apple of his cheek slowly.

“i didn’t know either,” you respond, bashful. “it just kind of slipped out.”

he chuckles, pressing his forehead to yours. “well. dunno if you could tell, but i liked it.”

you titter. “i know, baby.”

he nips at your lips playfully, drawing another giggle out of you. “would you be mad at me if i wanted you to say it again?”

you smile coyly. his hands wander your body, gentle caresses that hold the promise of a second round—you know chifuyu, and you know how insatiable he is once he gets started.

“‘course not, daddy,” you purr. “and you promised to fill me up, didn’t you?”

“i did, baby. i promise you’ll get exactly what you want.”

#☆ oakie writes #chifuyu matsuno x reader #chifuyu matsuno smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev reader #tokrev smut #why was this kind of embarrassing to write i’m SHY!!!!#im like all squirmy in my seat abt posting it ahcjfhsjd #it’s been a hot min since i’ve written anything for fuyu so if this is ooc pls forgive me …….#꩜— interstellar communications #cw daddy kink

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sizzleporkandmmm · 24 hours

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GVF and crying!reader

warnings: just a touch of angst

Josh

You've had a terrible day.

From people pissing you off at work, to spilling your lunch on the floor, to the grocery store being out of the one thing you needed, the only thing you stopped for.

So when Josh called and said he'd be home late from the studio, you broke.

"That's fine, see you in a little bit baby," you said, willing your voice not to crack, wiping at your eyes. "Are you okay?" You heard Josh's voice crackled through the speaker, "Yeah," you sighed, not wanting to keep him any longer, "'M okay. I- uh. I'm gonna get started on dinner, Love you." your voice cracked on those last two words, and you hung up before he could say anything else.

You dropped your phone onto the couch cushion next to you, curling in on yourself, and allowing the tears to flow freely down your face. You let out a short sob, wanting nothing more than to be held by Josh, but he was working late, and you felt awful bothering him over something so trivial. So, you sat for what felt like years, hoping you'd be calm by the time Josh did get home.

Through your tears, you didn't hear the front door open, Josh's sudden presence going unnoticed until he spoke. "Baby, what's wrong?"

You jumped at his voice. "Josh?" you croaked, sniffling and wiping your face, "W- I thought you had to stay late?"

"You sounded so upset on the phone, I thought being here with you was more important."

You cracked at this confession, a fresh wave of tears pouring from your eyes. "I just had such an awful day, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like you needed to come home," you stuttered out, burying your face in your hands.

You felt Josh's palms against your cheeks, "You are the love of my life, I want to be here when you have awful days, to hold you and make you feel better. I came home because I wanted to, because you're worth it." He said gently, eyes shining. You sniffled again, leaning into his touch, letting him hold you like you so desperately needed.

After you calmed down, tears finally stopping, you told Josh about your day, apologizing once more before he stopped you. "Babe, you are allowed to have bad days, do you know how many times you've made me feel better have a shitty day? So many times I've lost count! If me being here to hold you is what makes you feel better, then there's no where I'd rather be. Plus, Sam was getting on my damn nerves. So you really saved me," he teased, making you giggle. "There's that smile," he sighed, before moving to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

"Now, let's order thai food from that place down the street." he said, making you laugh and roll your eyes. How'd you ever get so lucky?

Jake

Jake wasn't one to have over the top emotions, he was a level headed man (most of the time). You were the polar opposite, you suppose that's what made you two perfect for each other. Balance was the thing of like, you know.

Though, you couldn't help but look back on the first time Jake saw you cry.

It was about 3 months after you had officially started dating, putting a label on it, you were his and he was yours. And with comfortability, came arguments. No one said love was easy.

Jake had been coming home late, coming home reeking of alcohol, not bothering to say hello, or even acknowledge your presence. It was a trend you were getting tired of, but when you brought it up to him, it was the same response. "I'm fine babe, you know how you get. Emotions are a little dramatic," He'd say, brushing you off, reacting only in the slightest.

And you'll admit, you were quick to anger, quick to react, really. But for the second week in a row of this behavior, it was really grating on you. You missed the man you met.

So one morning after he came home, smelling like the bar, you struck up a conversation.

"Jake, babe. I- I have to be honest, I'm a little worried about you," you started, voice soft. "Don't be," He said flippantly, not bothering to even glance at you. "Jake, please." You urged, finally catching his attention.

"Are you really that bothered about me going out, y/n? It's not that serious," he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I don't want to start an argument-" you started.

"Fine, then let's just stop here."

"I just-"

"I said, stop."

"Jake-"

"Y/n, ENOUGH."

You gasped at his tone, tears making their way to your eyes. You willed them not to fall, worried at the reaction they'd get from your boyfriend. "I just... I miss you Jake. I-if there's anything I can do..." you trailed, voice wobbling.

He finally looked at you, noticing the way your eyes shined, tears threatening to spill. You blinked, allowing them to stream down your face, looking anywhere but his face.

"Y/n..." His voice was soft.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so. I try so hard to be good to you, and I'm fucking it up. I love you, so much. I- I was scared. I've never-" He paused, voice getting caught in his throat. He sniffled before continuing, "I've never felt this way for anyone before. I don't know... How to do this..." He shook his head, his own tears falling from his eyes.

"I want to be in this with you, Jake. I want all of you, not just what you pretend to be. I love you," you breathed, pulling his body into yours, feeling the way his tears wet the fabric of your shirt.

In that moment, your emotions were equal to each others, and you felt stronger in your relationship ever since that moment.

And you know, that when you cry, so does he. Because even though he doesn't show it, he feels just as deeply as you do. And that's why you two are meant for each other.

Daniel

Danny tended to be an emotional man despite his outward appearance.

He wasn't afraid to laugh or cry in front of you. He only really hid his emotions when he was infront of the crowd. Willing the tears of overwhelming pride not to fall.

You loved this about him, you loved the way he wore his heart on his sleeve, it made you feel like you could too. Still, you seldom cried, and even less so in front of others.

Watching him on stage always made you feel some type of way. But tonight, the first show of the tour, you were beside yourself. The way they all lit up, their smiles enough to light the stage by themselves.

It was a truly beautiful experience.

They went through the show with no mishaps, watching the boys pass out the roses, watching Danny toss his sticks into the crowd. The way the fans rallied around them was heart warming, and you were honored to be a part of it.

For some reason, as Danny exited the stage, you were overcome with the emotion of the show, all the joy, and excitement crashing down on you, tears springing up to your eyes. Danny rushed towards you, pulling you into his sweaty embrace. You couldn't even bring yourself to care about the sweat that dripped off his curls.

He pulled away to smack a kiss on your lips, "did you like the show?" he breathed, that toothy smile gracing his features. You took a deep breath, and gave him a watery smile.

"Babe what's wrong?" worry seeping into his tone, eyes searching yours for an answer.

"I'm just so proud of you," you whispered, voice cracking, "I- I don't know. I just- I love seeing you do what you love, it makes me happy."

He smiled at you, "So... Happy tears?" he asked.

You let out a watery laugh, and nodded, "Yeah, happy tears." You sniffled.

"Good, for a second I was worried I was gonna have to start groveling or something." He teased, making you scoff. "I'm glad you liked the show, babe." He said finally, leaning down to give you another soft kiss, and wiping the stray tears from your face.

Sam

Being clumsy and liking to hike wasn't a great combination. You've tripped over air before, and willingly going to a place full of rocks and holes isn't the best idea.

But you loved to hike! So you and Sam packed Rosie in the car and headed off.

The day started off fine, you taking Rosie and trucking ahead while Sam stayed back a few feet, he'd brought his film camera and wanted to get some photos of the day. So far, you'd made it through with nothing but a stumble, and you got a little too comfortable, a little too confident in your balancing abilities.

You handed Roses leash to Sam and jumped up onto a rock, "Careful, babe!" Sam warned, aiming his camera at you as you posed, capturing a few moments.

You clambered of the rock with no issues, throwing Sam a confident "I'm doing great." But that notion was short lived as you stepped in a slick spot of mud, and promptly met the ground. "Fuck!" you said out of surprise as you fell, the rocky ground cutting into your knees, stinging tears rising to your eyes.

Your ankle twinged as you shifted, "Ah shit, y/n. Don't move, babe," Sam fretted, not noticing your tears. You sniffled as you shifted, tears from pain and embarrassment finally falling, "Y/n? Are you crying? What hurts?" Sam said, kneeling in front of you, Rose rounding to lick you in the face. You sniffled and pushed her away gently. "I'm fine," you muttered, cheeks burning red. You don't know why you were embarrassed, this was a common occurrence, but combined with the pain and the distress of ruining the day.

Sam brushed the stray hairs from your face, "will you tell me why you're crying?" Sam asked, worry etched onto his features. You turned away from his gaze, tears still streaming. "Well. I guess I'll just have to cheer you up," He sighed, standing straight.

You arched your brow at him, "knock knock" he started, and you sighed. "Y/n. Knock. Knock." He insisted. You rolled your eyes, "Who's there?" you croaked. "Babe will ya get the door!" he called, grinning stupidly. You couldn't help but giggle, "That was so stupid, Sam."

"Ah but it made you smile, didn't it?" he sang, thrusting a hand towards you to help you up. You groaned as you stood, rolling your ankle a few times as you did so. "You sure you aren't hurt?" Sam asked, softness seeping into his tone.

You smiled at him, "Yeah, just a couple of scratches, my ankle hurts a bit too but I'll be okay. I was mostly embarrassed." You said with a blush.

"Oh well now that just won't do! We both know I'm the embarrassing one!" he scoffed, looking around. He spotted another hiker down the path a little ways, "Hold on." He said, mischievous glint in his eye.

You watched as he walked up to the hiker "'Scuse me, sir. I really had to go but I'm not sure if I did it quite right... Can you see if there are any stains on my shorts?" He said loudly, causing you to stifle a laugh as the fellow hiker grimaced and sped around him.

"Sam, you are ridiculous." you laughed, smile unwavering. "Well, yeah. I had to get even." He said seriously.

You rolled your eyes fondly, but you knew he'd do anything for you, and you'd do the same in return.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #sammy kiszka #jake kiszka #jake greta van fleet #daniel wagner #gvf fluff

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ramencat12 · 24 hours

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Draw from the heart (Abstragedy fanfic)

Ever since that day Zooble stood up to Jax for breaking Gangle's comedy mask Gangle had a strange feeling she never expected to have.

That day Gangle was in her room scribbling in her sketchbook when suddenly she kept having these thoughts about that certain figure, her cheeks flushed a shade of red

"Hm...That was really sweet of Zooble standing up for me like that" Gangle sighed

Gangle wanted to do something for Zooble to thank them but she didn't know what to do

"Maybe i could make them a drawing, im sure they would like that" Gangle though

Gangle took out her colored pencils and pieces of paper and began to draw what looked like Zooble, Gangle didn't seem very confident with how the drawings would come out she would toss them out and start over.

"Agh i can't seem to do it right!" Gangle said as she walked away from her desk and dropped onto her bed

"Oh its no use...i can't do it they probably won't even like it" Gangle sobbed she didn't seem very confident with her skills, then she heard a knock on the door

"Gangle are you okay? i heard you crying" cried a familiar voice

Gangle then got back up from her bed and went to open the door, It was Ragatha

"O-Oh hi Ragatha" Gangle sighed

Ragatha then noticed the pile of crumbled up paper on the floor and inside the trash she looked at Gangle with a worried look

"I-Im sorry if my room is a mess...Im trying to draw something for someone" Gangle sobbed

"Oh, for who?" Ragatha asked

"I wanted to draw something for Zooble...the way they stood up to me was very sweet i wanted to make something for them as a way to say thank you, but no matter how much i try i just can't seem to get the drawing right...i don't even see why i try they probably don't like me" Gangle covers her face

Ragatha felt sorry for Gangle she wanted to do something to help

"Gangle listen...You can't give up already i know you want to make this drawing for Zooble but you shouldn't push yourself down and give up already, i know Zooble would appreciate the drawing very much" Ragatha told Gangle in a comforting tone

"Y-You think so?" Gangle asked

"Of course they will" Ragatha replied

Then Gangle took a deep breath and smiled

"Thanks Ragatha...but i still don't know if its gonna look good"

"Gangle you are an amazing artist i know its going to look great, you just have to draw from the heart"

Then as soon as Gangle heard the word "Draw from the heart" she sat back at her desk and started drawing feeling confident.

as minutes passed she was finished, Gangle looked at the drawing proudly as Ragatha looked with admiration.

"Gangle this looks amazing i always knew you were an amazing artist!" Ragatha exclaimed as she had both of her hands together

"Eheh...Thanks" Gangle smiled

Then Gangle looked back at the drawing

"Do you think Zooble will like it?" Gangle asked

"Gangle i know Zooble will love it" Ragatha replies

Gangle then smiled "Well...i hope you're right, thanks for helping me Ragatha"

"Happy to help" Ragatha smiled

Then Gangle leaves her room as she waved to Ragatha before she left to look for Zooble to give them the drawing

Gangle then sees Zooble near the stage, Gangle's face flushed a bright red as she squeaked in embarrassment but with a deep breath she worked up the courage to go give the drawing to Zooble.

"Uhhh hi Zooble"

"Hm?" Zooble turned to Gangle

Gangle's face then flushed to a brighter shade of red

"A-Ah umm...i wanted to give you this" Gangle hands Zooble the drawing

Zooble was surprised as they looked at the drawing in admiration

"You drew this...for me?" Zooble asked

"Yeah...it was a way of saying thank you im sorry if it doesn't look very good but i do hope you like it a-after all it was the least i could do" Gangle looked away fidgeting with her hands as she shyly looked away

Zooble was flattered and didn't know what to say, then Zooble's face felt warm

"You know...i think it looks great" Zooble assured Gangle

Gangle looked back at Zooble in surprise

"Y-You do!?"

"Well yeah...I think it was really thoughtful that you drew something for me" Zooble said

Gangle was speechless for a moment but she was very happy to know that Zooble liked the drawing.

"Hehe well it was the least i could do" Gangle smiled

"Well i appreciate it very much" Zooble then patted Gangle on the back "You're a pretty good artist you know?" Zooble told Gangle

Then Gangle blushed from the compliment

"Really you think so!?" Gangle said

"Well yeah...if you want maybe is it alright if i could come by and check out your drawings sometime?" Zooble asked rubbing the back of their neck as they blushed

Then Gangle smiled as she began to squeal

"EEEEEE Of course i would love to!" Gangle exclaims

Zooble smiled seeing her all excited but then caught a bit by surprise as Gangle grabbed them by the hand then they both looked at each other and blushed

"Uhh sorry do you want me to let go?" Gangle asked

"No no its alright you don't have to let go" Zooble replied

"Alright...i think you're really cool Zooble" Gangle told Zooble

Zooble blushed "Heh...you're pretty cool too"

Then they both walked in the hallway as they talked together.

(The end)

#ramencat12 #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanfiction #fanfic #abstragedy #gangle x zooble #zooble x gangle #gangle #zooble #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #the amazing digital circus gangle #the amazing digital circus zooble

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finncakes · 1 year

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saw this tweet and immidiately thought of these two and their wanted posters

#critical role #bells hells #orym #orym of the air ashari #fearne calloway #cr #cr3 #fey blossoms #OBSESSED WITH THEM HAVING WABTED POSTERS !!!!!!#that tweet awoke smth in me and i immidiately had to draw it #i miss the besties so so much #cannot wait for their reunion #it's gonna be so sweet i just know it it's gonna make me sob #also was fun to draw their older looks! since the wanted posters were crownkeepers era

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rosicheeks · 1 month

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Like Real People Do is my favorite Hozier song and I think of you every time I listen to it

#STOP IT #is your goal to make me sob uncontrollably???#I don’t even know how to describe hozier and their music #all I can think of is love and warmth #and that song is definitely no exception #I just listened to it and looked at the lyrics 🥰#so what im hearing is let’s kiss? 😘#but not just any kiss #‘put your sweet lips on my lips’#lay your lips on mine is such a sweet saying #ok don’t mind me #just gonna go listen to hozier and sob #thank you so much 🥲😭😭😭#I’m giving you so many kisses and smooches 💋#fav asks #sweet asks #ask #anon

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so-long-soldier-writes · 12 days

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Just want to thank you again for sharing all your stories with us!! I love them! My favorite Bonnie and Kai fic is 72 Hours with Kai Parker! But your best work is 100% in my opinion, Little Wolf!! Still hoping one day there could be a part 2! 🥰

This is so sweet omg!! Thank you for being so patient with me through my rough patch / lack of updates, this is warming my heart and motivating me at the same time! 🩷🩷🩷

I totally forgot I made the Bonkai one a mini-series and should work on that next chapter. 🫣 Tbh, once something becomes a series, it slowly just fadessss away from my memory, and I forget to update. As for the wolf one, I think I may have started a part 2, but got distracted. I'll look in my docs and fish it back out. It's one I really liked writing, too. 🥰

#you're so sweet i'm sobbing #irl people don't know i write fics i just tell them i'm “writing” with no other info #but sometimes i feel silly bc of how much time i carve out to write #but then getting reminded of how much people love it makes me feel silly for ever feeling bad about it #so i'm not gonna stop; it's fun and i love you guys #🩷🩷

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pegging-satan · 1 year

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Brah I just saw a Ranpo and Fukuzawa edit to the song Mockingbird AND THEY PUT THAT SCENE WHERE RANPO STARTS CRYING SAYING IM SORRY AND HUGS FUKUZAWA TO daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird ima give you the world ima buy a diamond ring for you ima sing for you I’d do anything for you to see you smile IM ABSOLUTELY INCONSOLABLE RIGHT NOW bro I am in fucking hysterics I’m gonna start crying fr I keep replaying that part and it just makes me go

#violently sobbing in the corner #HELPPPPPPPP TOO MANY FEELINGSSSSSS #just when I thought it couldn’t get more father/son than this bruh I was so wrong #man when I tell you I screamed bro I’m gonna start deadass sobbing this should be ILLEGAL😭#it is so sweet and so like HNN AAAAAH cos like YA KNOW FROM A DAD’S PERSPECTIVE LIKE A FATHER THAT LOVES HIS KID YK LIKE #displays of parental affection and other behaviours make me go absolutely fucking feral #I feel like there’s some deep rooted issues here with me and my parents but I’m not gonna think abt it #MY POINT IS #YES #gosh I am so incoherent my brain has turned I to SOUP from the sheer amount of emotions I just felt rn #good to know I’m not completely dead inside #bungou stray dogs #bsd fukuzawa #bsd ranpo

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allthatdivides2 · 19 days

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my brain telling me to go back to reading reddie fic 24/7 by making me dream about them last night

#it was taking me forever to fall asleep and then as im FINALLY drifting off i start getting this fucking incredible richie based narration #and im like i should write this shit down. but i dont want to fuck up my sleep. whatever im just gonna enjoy it #and then it was awesome.#eddie had to go in this house for something (it was his house but it wasnt his house like in the movies it had a back porch with a sliding #door and he had a dad and a brother and a big dog instead of his mom. the losers were waiting on the porch cause they couldnt go in. richie #tried to go in with him but his dad fucking HATES richie so he went outside to make it easier for eddie. problem is ITs in the fucking house #so the losers are outside and yeah theyre hearing yelling and shit but they expected that cause eddie fights with his dad all the time.#theyre chatting and shit but richie is being... strangely quiet. because hes working on this thing hes been working on for WEEKS now. its a #drawing of eddie and a poem about him. and hes super embarrassed about it but one night he couldnt sleep and he started it and now he Needs #to finish it. meanwhile eddies in the house and he doesnt immediately know ITs there. his dad is being shittier than usual even though hes #just trying to stock up some stuff from the medicine cabinet but hes like whatever im in and im out. but then his dad starts talking about #shit he shouldnt know about. like REALLY shouldnt know about. and eddie turns and his dad is much taller than he should be. and his head is #shaped weird. and all of a sudden ''hello eddie''. and eddies screaming and trying to get out and finally the losers figure out that #somethings wrong but the doors locked so they cant get in and richies about to break the fucking glass door when eddie comes barreling out #directly into him and they land in a heap on the ground. pennywise waves at them from the door and disappears and eddie is just sobbing into #richies chest curled up smaller than theyve ever seen him. richies so concerned with comforting eddie that he doesnt realize his papers just #lying out on the ground next to him. and nobody says anything because theyre having a Moment but as eddie calms down and starts talking to #richie almost like normal even though hes still clinging onto him and sitting in his lap his eyes flick over to the paper and richie about #jumps out of his skin to grab it but the damage is done eddie saw the drawing at least. and i dont remember as much of this part of the #dream but i know there was a quiet confession and they hug and its very fucking sweet and just. AUGH!!!!!

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tonycries · 1 month

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We Don’t Have No Babies!

Synopsis. Well, it’s a bit difficult to have no babies when they’re well and fully intent on fúcking one into you.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, mentions of kids, máting press, pússydrunk boys, manhandling, marking, spitting, degradation, praise, cúmplay, the elders ugh (Gojo’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. WHEWW take this as an apology gift for missing yesterday’s post date, I overslept eheheh.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - What’s another?

“Don’t hah- pass out on me yet, doll.” Toji hisses. Spreading your swollen folds further apart with his fingers, already stretched so obscenely around his swollen cock, and only trying to squeeze deeper. “What was it that brat said again?”

And you can only let out a broken whine in response - too high off the stretch and the utterly sinful pool of his cum spreading on the sheets below. It’s been like this for hours now, both of you barely lucid at this point. But you can’t bring yourself to be disgusted, not even a little bit.

Because Toji’s throwing your legs over his shoulders, pressing down, down, down, till your knees were at your tits. Folded in half, and stuffed full beneath him. God, you weren’t going to make it out alive.

“Oh, riiight.” he drags out, voice strained. Deceivingly innocent had it not been for that devilish grin. “He called you ‘mama’.”

And there it was - Megumi’s tiny, seemingly mindless slip-up that got you into this mess in the first place. One that had poked some raw, primal part of Toji so dangerously awake.

The one that had Toji splitting you in half with his aching cock, hips pressing so hard against yours that it almost hurts. Fucking into you in slow, languid motions of his hips, while he drinks in your sobbed out little, “Ah- Hngh- Toji, s’too much I-”

Lazily, he thumbs open your folds even more, watching in awe at the way his seed dribbles and oozes down your thighs, seeping into the mattress. It takes him a while to form the words, too hazy from how warm and sloppy you were inside.

“Too much?” he drawls, with the audacity to sound genuinely taken aback. “I don’t think it’s enough, ma.”

It’s the only warning you get - barely - before he laces his fingers on top of your head to take him deeper, snapping his hips harder. Sloppier. Sensitive cock stinging with sensitivity, balls squeezing painfully. It hurt, but it hurt so good. And Toji wasn’t even sure if he could cum again. But he was milking his cock on your pussy like he was gonna fill you up until he physically couldn’t anymore.

“B-but m’so full.” you babble, mouth dropping into a fucked-out little oh! as you look down at the way you were swallowing him up so well. “Dunno if I can’t hngh- t-take anymore.”

Oh shit, had he said that out loud? Ah, who gives a fuck. Because Toji was chuckling in surprise, stuck on the way you could still form coherent sentences - he had to fix that, of course.

“Shhh. Don’ worry about it. Jus’ need to fill you up- ah, fuck a baby into ya, ma.” he gently kisses away those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “All you gotta do is sit there all pretty n’ take- it-”

Hand snaking down to toy with your swollen clit - frenzied, barely-circular motions just to get you off. Because shit he can’t just stuff you full of his cock without getting the mother of his future kids off, right? And he let you know, of course. Maybe he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - probably it was just promises of how he was gonna fill your pretty lil’ cunt till morning comes and Megumi was gonna be the best big brother and-

“-m’gonna make ‘em breakfast. And you’ll dress ‘em up. We’ll read oh- them bedtime stories and-” he’s babbling so pathetically into the crook of your neck now. “-an’ tuck ‘em into bed- Oh, fuck fuck fuck.” Drunk off your pussy and the heavenly feeling of his heavy balls squeezing so dangerously, letting his hips go out of control now. “And then- hngh, and then-”

“T-then what?” you let out such cute sobs into his open mouth, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he ravages you.

“Ya really wanna know, ma?”

Somehow, his words have you squeezing around him so good. Enough that it’s almost difficult to move inside you. Enough that Toji doesn’t even realize that he’s cumming and cumming so hard that you’re bloated with his seed. Squelching out of your quivering pussy and soaking his cock as he doesn’t even think of stopping even as you keen at your poor overfilled pussy, teeth latching onto your earlobe as he holds you still for him.

“And then…” Toji’s hot breath fans your face, voice guttural and sounding like he was losing a little bit of his sanity with each thrust. Hips moving again and again to fuck his cum deeper into you. “And then m’gonna fuck another one into you.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Lonely? No problem!

“Aww, m’sorry. Did I make you feel lonely, my love?” Kissing your lips softly, running his hands all over the pretty lil’ lace covering your body - just barely, of course. “Did I leave my pretty lil’ wife all alone in this big house?”

You give him a pouty little nod, and oh does that do something to Nanami’s heart - and his achingly hard cock. And he can’t help but pull the drenched fabric of your panties further to the side, greedily honing in on the way you glisten and clench around him.

“Well, we should fix that, right? So that my pretty baby is never alone in here.”

You would be reassured by his answer - had it not been for the way Nanami doesn’t even wait for your reply. Instead, looking straight into your eyes while he pushes his thick cock deeper inside you. Not even fucking preparing you as he usually would.

“Oh! Oh, mm fuck-” And it’s all you can do to buck into his touch and just fucking take it while he grunts at the slight resistance. For once in his life more concerned about trying to fuck desperately into your dripping cunt than whether or not your poor pussy would hurt herself trying to take him.

That merciful, practical little part of his brain going slow to let you adjust to his massive cock - because, well, he couldn’t break the mother of his future children. Now, could he?

But oh how you’d beg to differ with the way Nanami fucks into you in languid , shallow grinds of his hips. No matter how many times Nanami stuffed you full of his cock - his size never failed to disappoint. Stretching you out, fingers swiping at your clit, expertly grazing against all the right spots he knew so maddeningly well.

“Two or three?”

It takes you a second to register that he’s waiting for your answer - too delirious with the way your husband’s splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock. Leaving neat crescents of his nails on your hips as he holds your slutty pussy still.

“W-what?”

“Two or three?” Nanami gives your pulsing clit a little smack! as if to get your attention, hips stuttering ever-so-slightly at the way you squeeze his thick cock in surprise. “How many babies am I fuckin’ into you, my love?”

Oh. Oh, shit. You weren’t making it out alive.

But were you really complaining? No.

Swallowing thickly, “Ah! Fuck, Kento- wan’ two.”

And maybe you’re a mastermind, maybe you’re an idiot. Because nowhere is the gentleman that you married, Nanami’s spitting on your quivering cunt once. Twice. Watching like a predator stalking his prey at the way it misses - purposefully, splattering against your inner thigh.

Smearing it all over your pussy and your panties - which he was too impatient, too starved - to remove. Messy.

It’s all Nanami needed to do before he’s bottoming out completely. Pressing his forehead against yours in such a sweet motion, even though his hips were so mean. Drinking in your delirious whines as his heavy balls smack your ass. Over and over-

The duality making your head spin as he fucks his cute lil’ wife dumb, part of his sanity dancing away with his restraint every time your slutty hole sucks him up so deliciously.

“Shit. More?” he grunts, sounding absolutely wrecked. Moaning at the way you tug at his hair, legs wrapping around his toned waist as if to urge him to go faster. Deeper. Begging. Begging him to ruin you. More more more-

And, of course, what his girl wants - she gets. Because Nanami’s dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds, all the way out till he’s collecting your sweet juices on his head. “Better take it like my good wife then.”

Then he’s pushing and pushing inside your tight pussy, but not like he was before. Jagged, desperate grinds of his hip - no adoration, no warmth. Just fucking you like his little slut, high off the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldn’t walk. Till you were so full of him that he’s all you could think of. “We’ll have such beautiful babies, my love.”

“Shit shit shit, Kento- yer gonna ruin me-” you’re whining, body torn between arching into Nanami’s unforgiving cock and running away.

As if you ever had a chance - he was holding you so bruisingly by the hips, gasping into your mouth. “Shhh, that’s the point.” Fucking you so filthy, each word punctuated by his out-of-control hips, so harsh and unfocused with lust that those tufts of blond at his base scratch your sensitive nub. And the feeling is so fucking obscene that you barely hear the words that follow. “You jus’ focus on taking care of my babies, n’ m’gonna be the one to ruin this pretty cunt- The one to fill you up- fuck. ”

Nanami throws his head back as you squeeze the soul out of his throbbing cock, so pent-up and needy that you’re creaming all over his cock already. And of course, Nanami isn’t any better - because with a strangled groan of your name, he’s cumming. Hard. almost painfully so.

“N’ you’ll never be lonely, cuz everyone’s gonna see you and see me. I did that.”

Jolts of electricity going all the way from his heavy balls to the thick, hot ropes of cumming filling your dripping pussy. Painting it all a desperate, desperate white.

And shit was Nanami an entirely different man tonight. Pulling out ever-so-slightly, only to admire his seed gushing out of you - so lewd and his.

“Y’know what, my love, I don’t think two will be enough after all.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Pretty (and his)

“Awww, pretty baby.” Geto purrs, in such a dangerously low voice, smacking his tip - so red, and angry - all across your swollen folds. He bites his lip at the way his cum spills down your legs, pooling onto the hardwood floor with a deafening tap! tap! tap! “Y’want it so badly, huh?”

“Shit- hngh- please!”

You don’t know what you’re begging for - maybe release. Maybe mercy. Maybe to be anywhere but here - shoved against the wall right beside the front door, dress hiked up, almost your way to go clubbing with your friends before your beloved boyfriend had caught you. And stuffed you full of his cum, at least.

Whatever it is, Geto only gets messier, teasing your sloppy hole by slamming in - just barely grazing that one spot. And pulling out completely, watching you clench and glisten in the dim lighting. In. And out. In and out in and-

“Sugu!” you squeal, tired of the way he was having way too much making such a mess of your pussy. Swiping at your slick, and shoving his seed back into you - smirking at the obscene mess.

“Mhm?” he nods absent-mindedly. Eyes flitting between your ravaged pussy and that absolutely adorable pout on your lips. Chuckling, “What~? If I cum in this cute pussy one more time, you’re sure to get pregnant, y’know.”

Scoffing, “Shoulda thought of that when you came inside me the first time.”

Geto rolls his thumb over your sore clit - just as a little punishment - breath hot against your ear as he whispers raggedly. “And are you complaining, gorgeous?”

“N-no…”

“Then?”

He’s licking little circles at the crook of your neck now, in time with the maddening, frenzied patterns on your cunt. Enough friction to keep those pretty lil’ whines spilling from your swollen lips, but still teasing you just enough to have you bucking and keening onto his aching cock for more more more-

“Please! I jus’ want your cock, Sugu-”

All it takes is your broken little whimper, and it’s like something snapped - because Geto’s plunging into your plushy walls completely. Finally giving you an ounce of that friction you’ve been craving for so long. Only half the man he was once before while fucks into you deliriously.

“F-fuck. Love it when you’re so messy f’me.” he’s hissing lowly, as if you could be anything but messy. As if he’s not pulling you back by the hair to bounce you like some slut, hips snapping mercilessly. As if he isn’t absolutely ruining you.

And maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have said something about the pure disrespect in his cock. Fucking you nothing like the sweet sweet whispers he was muttering in your ear, ragged and hoarse with desire.

“Gonna fill you up, huh? Give me some cute lil’ babies?” he groans,nibbling on your earlobe, fingers pressing down around your throat so the only response he gets are wet gurgles. Ones that go straight to his twitching balls, as Geto keeps running his mouth pussydrunk. “They better have your personality, don’ wanna share my pretty girl. Isn’t that right?”

So mean. Just babbling like you rarely get to see him - usually the ever-graceful Geto Suguru. Now, drunk on your tight pussy and the image of you with a little baby with black hair and him - there for it all. His perfect little family.

“Gonna be the perfect momma, huh?”

Geto only gets a broken little whimper in response - one that almost makes him want to go easy on you. Almost, instead, he settles for breathing out a ragged, “Fuck fuck fuck, yeah, gorgeous. Squeeze me s’tight like that - jus’ like that jus’ like that-”

Trailing such a delicate finger up your legs, Geto pools that sinful mixture of your slick and his cum on his fingertips - before shoving them unforgivingly in your mouth. The slightly salty taste was so addictive on your tongue - and, hell, you aren’t even mad that you’re running late to meet your friends.

Smirking as you gag and mewl around him, he only gets sloppier. Faster. Licking a long, languid stripe up your neck, just knowing that he’s gonna cum inside your cute pussy harder than he has his whole life. Have your poor pussy bloated with him him him- “Now, yer gonna go to that lil’ party of yours jus’ like this. And everyone’s gonna know who you belong to.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Can’t help himself

“N-no, swear-” Choso lets out a broken little whimper into the crook of your neck. Feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up mindlessly over and over to where you were splayed out so prettily on top of him. So messy and dripping all over his glistening cock. “Gonna ngh- be the last one- I s-swear.”

You’ve heard this broken little mantra before - and you knew it wouldn’t end well for your poor pussy. Especially not with Choso bullying his weeping cock back into your snug cunt. “But, Cho!” you gasp, “We’re out of-”

He knows you’re out of condoms. But, really, does it matter?

Because shit were you like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him. And, well, here he was - completely pussydrunk, two rounds and a still rock-hard cock later. The only thing on his mind from then on was to not paint your pretty pussy white with his seed, no matter how much he wanted do.

“Last time, baby. Promise I won’t cum inside.” And then he’s batting this long lashes so unfairly up at you. So fucking beautiful with his dark hair untied, lips swollen, eyes-half-hooded and miles away. And, well, how could you say no to that?

And you’ve barely gotten out your delirious little nod before Choso’s wrapping two strong arms around your waist, pulling you so intimately closer like he worshipped you - while he fucks your hot cunt like anything but. So hard that you knew it would leave marks - your nails on his chest, his balls on your ass, fingers on your waist.

God, you were squeezing so desperately around him and he just thinks he might just cum right then and there. So fucking perfect that Choso knows he’s never buying another box of condoms ever again.

“F-fuck, feels s’good. Love having you so deep n’ messy inside me.”

You were going to be the death of him.

“Hngh- fuck fuck fuck, yeah? You like that, baby?” he groans lowly. Abs burning and flexing each time he rams his cock into your tight pussy, absolutely loving the way you were leaking his cum all over the sheets.

“Shit- I-”

“Yes, Cho~?”

Face burning in embarrassment, choking pathetically on his words, Choso instead lets his hips do the talking. Strained whimpers of your name leaving him each time he bullies his painfully twitching cock through your plushy walls.

Voice cracking almost-embarrassingly at the end as he rambles, “Oh my god- y’feel so fucking good wrapped around me, baby. Wanna- hngh-” Trying his very best to sound like every cute lil’ whimper didn’t make his thoughts steer into the dangerous territory of how pretty you’d be with his kid. Of a little girl with dark hair and your eyes and-

You. His hips speeding up now, so sloppy with now rhyme or rhythm. How round and glowing you’d be with his kid. You, how everyone would know that he was that ruined your pretty pussy n’ got you this way. You, you, you-

“Wanna cum in this cute pussy, baby.” He finally confesses. Hips getting so messy - mindless, quick little jabs that have you keening on top of him, balls squeezing painfully. “Wanna fill y’up until you can’t take it anymore, fuck you so full until we have a pretty baby. Can I, baby? Please don’t say no please please-”

And at this point all you can do is whine and buck your hips to meet his merciless cadence, letting Choso crane his neck and kiss you senseless. “Fuck yeah. Thought you’d never ask-” you mutter, muffled around where he was sucking on your lips, like they were his favorite candy. “Want you to cum inside me, Cho.”

Well, you didn’t need to tell Choso twice because no sooner have the words left your lips before he’s giving you one harsh thrust. Veins throbbing against your gummy walls, again and again.

Tears pricking his eyes as he cums with such a guttural grunt of your name. “Gonna have a pretty lil’ girl.” Both white-white pleasure and the image of you and him and his daughter flashing behind his eyes. “She’ll look just as beautiful as you, baby. N’ have your cute smile.”

Your own orgasm is nothing more than a few tingles, overstimulated and limp on top of Choso as stuffs you full of his seed. Thick, white ropes that gushing all the way out of your snug pussy, smearing all over his twitching balls.

You could get used to this.

And it’s such a heavenly feeling that Choso barely registers his hips moving again, as if on instinct. Fucking mindlessly into you again. Again and again. Gasping, breath hot against your ear.

“Only one more, baby. Promise.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - A reward

“F-fuck, woman” Sukuna grunts, fingers so bruising on your hips as you slide down his throbbing erection. Inch by fucking inch, keening at the delicious burn. “Y’act so innocent but you’ve got such a slutty lil’ pussy, huh?”

As expected, the only response he gets is an incoherent babble of agreement. Your eyes watering, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to take him. And his sharp eyes narrow in amusement at the sight of his painfully inexperienced consort’s pretty cunt sucking him up so eagerly. Hips stuttering and leaking your sweet, sweet so sloppily juices all over his thighs.

Humans were always such interesting little creatures.

“Tch.”

Slow ones, too, apparently.

Because immediately, Sukuna’s stuffing himself into your sloppy pussy as far as it would go. Groaning at the resitance, a large hand pumping his cock slowly - enticingly - as he fucks his hips in quick, shallow little thrusts, just to fit himself inside your snug cunt.

And you needed to breathe in and out maybe, relax your plushy walls, but Sukuna wasn’t going to wait. Why would he? He had his favorite woman - not that he’d ever let you know - sat on his lap, legs spread so shamefully and bouncing on his thick cock.

“F-fuck.” his jaw falls slack ever so slightly, groaning at the feeble resistance against his massive cock. Still only half-inside you but still pushing relentlessly. “S’like your pussy was made f’me, brat. Milking me so well.”

“Shit shit shit- hah- ‘Kuna, feel s’good-” you gasp, thighs quivering with the pressure to meet his rough cadence. And Sukuna huffs out a low laugh at your audacity to call his name, feeling charitable enough today to forgive this transgression.

Instead toying with your pretty clit, pinching and rolling between his thick fingers, loving the way you buck and squeal his name.

“Hmm, feels good?” he hums dangerously, amused at your barely-lucid little nod. Fucking into you like his personal fucktoy - his favorite one. “Good ‘nough to give me an heir?”

At this your eyes snap open - but not for long because you just have to screw them shut again with Sukuna finally bottoming out in a quick, harsh thrust. Splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock, veins throbbing a maddening little bump! bump! bump! matching your heartbeat.

You barely have the time to breathe out a sigh of relief before he’s fucking into you. Unforgivingly. Like the monster he claims to be. All the blood draining into his achingly dick at the idea of fucking his cum into you until you couldn’t walk.

And he tells you - chuckling at the cute lil’ ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time his fat head hits your cervix. “Y’want that, my little slut? To be my cute plaything to breed? Help m’make the next king of curses?”

Fuck, you don’t know if you’re reeling more from the way he was ramming his cock into you or the way he was talking to you in that mean little tone.

“Mmm- yes! Yes yes yes!”

“Use your words.”

“Wan’-” you hiccup, batting your lashes at him so tearily, in a way that makes Sukuna’s heart thump so strangely. An uneven little beat matching the led rhythm of his hips. “Wan’ your cum- gonna give you a kid.”

So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way he wrestles your arms behind your back, using it like leverage to bounce you harder and harder on his cock. Only looking up at him with such cute lil’ heart eyes as Sukuna uses you as he pleases.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck yeah?‘ he gasps into your open mouth. Teeth latching onto the crook of your neck, biting down right over your pulse. Dangerous. “Gonna make me an heir so powerful. Have him treat you like a queen n’ kill everyone that doesn’t? Ya like that, my lil’ slut?”

“Shit- ah- I want that s’bad, ‘Kuna.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

And oh how pretty you look, cunt clenching and all surprised at the knock on the door - some lowly human here to beg for their life, maybe. But it doesn’t matter, because Sukuna’s only licks away the big, fat tears streaming down your cheek, hips burning while he breeds you like some animal. Hard, and almost violent.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same, breathless and shaking on Sukuna’s lap while he fill you with his hot seed. Thick and intoxicating. Hips unstopping, just animalistic little movements from such a carnal part of himself. Over and over-

And you’re so fucking drunk off of your lord’s cock that you barely even realize when he’s thumbing your ravaged cunt open. Letting his cum drip all the way down to his gaudy throne, on full display for whoever was about to-

“Come in.”

It’s adorable how you try to scramble off his lap, trying - and failing - to cover yourself up as the door cracks open.

“Not yet, woman.” Sukuna grasps you in an iron-hold grip, dangerously sharp nails tethering right at your throat and your hips. Starting to drag you up and down on his swollen cock once more with no concern or care for whoever was about to enter. “Gotta make sure it takes.”

It was filthy.

Completely debauched. And exactly where you wanted to be. You and your lord - and maybe your future heir, too.

♡ GOJO SATORU - Give ‘em what they want!

“Hah- f-fuck imagine- Imagine I fucked the next s-strongest into you right now.”

Oh.

You knew by the look in his eyes that something was off - that something hadn’t gone well in that meeting with the elders. Really, it was a miracle he attended in the first place, but somehow you had an inkling that this was the type of something that would have you needing a miracle.

That was three hours ago.

And fuck did you need a miracle - because Gojo had you splayed out on top your office desk, his cum spreading in a pool beneath, you throbbing cock stuffing in and out of your snug cunt while you try not to alert the entirety of Jujutsu High about how needy the great Gojo Satoru was being right now.

Gojo’s ramming his swollen dick into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he was drunk off the sight of you all cockdrunk and in a tight mating press. Moaning at the sting of painfully hard erection twitching inside you, and your nails running down his back.

Not even bothering to let you adjust this time before he’s fucking you again and again and-

You think it’s a bit unfair, really. Because who were you against the strongest? Well, the pretty lil’ wife who’s going to give him his successor, apparently.

“Shit- wouldn’t that be funny?” he lets out a humorless laugh, wrestling your legs further and further apart. Eyeing the way you suck him up lewdly, “If I made my kid the strongest n’ just wiped these old fossils out?”

“T-Toru- we’ll get ca-”

“Caught? Who fuckin’ cares, they want a Gojo successor n’ they’re gonna get one.”

He’s letting out his frustration in the way he chases both your highs for the - well, you lost count which orgasm it was at this point. Letting you stain all over the expensive desk as he yells out little curses into your mouth.

And oh how you want to kiss that little furrow in his brow, to whisper away his stress - but, no, the only thing getting Gojo out of this bad mood was to fully and thoroughly ruin his girl’s cute lil’ cunt.

But Toru-” you sob into his open mouth, hips bucking wildly for more. “What if I can’t give you the strongest…” You know you’re babbling deliriously, little insecurities you didn’t even know you had coming to the surface as it really hits you that shit this is your Gojo. And he’s here. And he’s fucking you until he’s sure you’re pregnant.

“Who gives a shit?” he licks away the big, fat tears streaking down your face. Salty on his tongue while he plays with your pretty clit, rubbing quick, tight little circles on it.

As if to emphasize his point, Gojo brings his fingertips to his mouth with a lewd pop! So blissfully wrapping his lips around them. Darkened blue eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste - it only spurs him on more.

Fingers immediately back down on your clit. Frenzied - like he couldn’t wait any longer, like it killed him to not see you cum again. Body bowing into yours, hand digging and bruising on your hips as he holds your filthy pussy still on his cock,

“Fuck, gonna give it all to you, sweetheart. M’gonna train them to be the strongest n’ protect their pretty mommy.”

Sloppy, he was so fucking sloppy - such a mess of teeth and spit and pure desire to paint your walls white.

“Gonna have my eyes, huh? N’ your hair. Fuck they’re gonna regret bringing this up.” Babbling little nonsenses that drove you mad. He sounded so fucking pathetic, crazed with lust. “Ooooh they’re gonna regret it.” Overstimulated enough that it hurt.

Kissing the side of your ankle beside his head, lacing his fingers together to pull you further and further down his rock-hard cock. Sloppy and moving with no rhyme or reason. “Because they fucking hate me. All of ‘em will look at our kid n’ you - so round and pretty and see me. All me.”

Now, you’ve heard of orgasms that come out of nowhere - ones that have you convulsing and gripping onto Gojo - the desk, his shoulders, his hair. And this was no different. “Ah! Hngh, Toru m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

Delirious, white-hot pleasure cracking behind his eyes, Gojo’s pumping hot thick, hopes ropes of cum into your poor, overfilled pussy. And shit no thrill of taking out the elders could compare to watching the way his seed drips down the side. Slow, and thick, pooling at his quivering balls as he fucks you like an animal. Over and over and-

“Hey, sweetheart, y’think if I cum in you again, they’ll come out twice as strong?”

“...”

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