#neglected and needy and angry and paining

[sukugo]

ok but gojo actually physically going into heat when he's fighting a strong opponent is. incredibly sexy. and not in an omegaverse setting, just the canon setting. where his powers manifest like that maybe?

and he's always felt that small spark. that heat birthing in his gut when he's in fights, but they're ultimately, always disappointing. his opponent is too weak, always. the small flame dies along with its birth, never growing enough to spread along his body and truly bring him alight. it's all so boring. and unfulfilling.

it's only when he's fighting sukuna that he FEELS it properly. that thrill. that heat that grows and grows and grows inside him, except it doesn't stop, to the point where it's unbearable.

and his insides burn, and the heat seeps from his hole, scorching and burning all along his thighs. spreading and spreading to have his entire body on fire and on the edge of bursting. and he needs. he needs. he needs much more than a simple fight can give him.

#f.txt #it's very much of a 'complete unfulfillment --- excruciating need' split. #he's either totally insatisfied. or he goes into heat which has him go completely crazed in need #clawing at sukuna and pushing over him and choking him and begging. forcing him to fuck him. to fucking do it. to DO IT. and he's livid. #bc he NEEDS this. and sukuna better fucking give it to him #ig it does enter some noncn territory #ohhh god that's so hot #but it wouldn't stay like that long. sukuna is willing to oblige. except satoru is much more than sukuna can handle. he realizes #it would end up in dubcon in the end i suppose 🤔 #WAIT WAIT WAIT THIS GOES SO WELL WITH MY NECROPHLIA TOJIGO THING #the reason gojo is so desperate to get toji's body to react and to ride toji's corpse is bc. he's literally in heat. he needs it. he NEEDS #IT #but toji's dead he's fucking dead. he won't move he's bleeding all over gojo and he's unresponsive and the only heat coming from him is the #blood pouring all across satoru and soaking into his pants and staining his hole and having it leak with unfulfilled desire #neglected and needy and angry and paining #i think i need a separate post for that #jjk #gojo #sukugo #ns4w #i love heats i fucking love heats okay it's probably my favorite thing ever #but i always like to not make it omegaverse #just incorporate it into canon hehe #gojo satoru

[girlgenius1111]

always want you

ingrid x mapi x reader

with mapi injured, and ingrid running herself ragged with the team, r does everything she can think of to take some of the stress of them. she neglects herself in the process though, until an injury forces her to slow down. she doesn't take it very well.

You'd truly never been so stressed in your life. Your to do list felt never ending, and it was your own doing. Obviously, you'd taken on more at home, cleaning, laundry, and cooking, when Mapi had gotten hurt. She was still on crutches weeks later, and still incredibly needy. It had been manageable, with Ingrid helping you take care of her. The teams demands had a huge impact on Ingrid, though, as she tried to figure out her new role in the squad. She'd been doing amazing, something you and Mapi reminded her everyday, but she was so tense all the time, constantly thinking about how she could improve. She wasn't used to being relied upon at this level by the team, and she was struggling to handle it, you could tell.

You'd taken more and more chores off her hands, unable to sit back and watch her fight through tears cooking dinner after another long day, until you were insisting on her doing the same amount that Mapi was allowed; nothing. It was completely self imposed; either one of them would be happy to help you, but you wouldn't let them.

They were aware of how much you were doing, trying to help you with it all, but the more they pushed, the more you pulled away. They needed you, both of them, and you couldn't let them down. You couldn't need them back, not when there was so much to do.

You were having a rough time playing too, not that you'd ever admit it. You felt like you weren't playing well enough, not scoring enough, not good enough. You were training more, exhausting yourself. It was inevitable, really, that you would get hurt. You were overworking yourself, and you weren't invincible. Realistically, it should have happened sooner, and it should have been muscular. You'd taken a shoulder to the head during the last game, ending up with a concussion. You were more angry with yourself than your team had ever seen you, convinced that you should have avoided the body falling on top of you.

Half the team had tried to make you feel better after the game, and none of them were successful. It was a home game, so Mapi was in the stands, and Ingrid drove the three of you home. You were completely silent the whole way, Ingrid and Mapi talking quietly in the front seat while you sat in the back, fighting dizziness and pain in your head. You were spacing out, thinking about the laundry that really needed to be done, not even noticing when Ingrid pulled into the driveway.

"Y/n?"

You turned your attention forward, seeing both of your girlfriends anxious faces looking back at you. It was obvious that it was not their first time trying to get your attention.

"Yeah?"

"We're home, corazón," Mapi said, eyes searching yours.

"Right, yeah." you mumbled, moving to get out of the car. They followed you, Mapi taking longer with her crutches. You'd barely taken a step when you wobbled, dizziness taking over.

"Easy, elskling," Ingrid said, holding you upright.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," you insisted, shrugging out from her hands. She looked like she wanted to disagree, but the dizziness had passed, and you didn't look at her as you grabbed both of your bags out of the back, heading inside. You held the door for her and Mapi, lost in your thoughts, missing completely the way both of their eyes lingered on you as they passed.

Both you and Ingrid had showered in the locker room, and your girlfriends were looking forward to a lazy night on the couch. Both of them collapsed onto the couch once inside, looking expectantly at you to join them. You wanted to join them, you really did. Snuggle up right in the middle, in your spot. It was so appealing, Ingrid's curly wet hair, smelling of coconut, Mapi's warm sweatshirt. You wanted to bury yourself in between them, and never come out. Of course, you didn't. Instead, you put your bags away, eyes scrunched as you tried to get used to the light, heading into the bedroom to get a load of laundry going.

"She's going to make herself sick, Ingrid, especially with this concussion," Mapi said quietly.

"I know," Ingrid sighed. "I don't know how to get her to listen, though, you know how off she's been recently. She won't let me help."

"Try Stern Ingrid, that usually works," Mapi suggested. Ingrid schooled her features, throwing Mapi a glare, making her snort. "Perfect." She assured the Norwegian.

You're heading back out of the bedroom, laundry basket in hand, when Ingrid rises from the couch and stops you in your tracks, a soft hand resting on your shoulder.

"Leave the laundry, love, come relax with us. I'll do it tomorrow." Her words are kind but her tone leaves little room for argument. You're the most stubborn person she knows, though, and she's not surprised when her first try is unsuccessful.

"No, I got it," you said, attempting to move past her. Her hand tightens on your shoulder, and you roll your eyes, again trying to shake her off.

"I'm serious, elskling, you don't need to do that tonight. You need to rest."

"Listen to Ingrid, princesa, come relax with us," Mapi chimed in, peaking over the edge of the couch at you.

"I don't have time to relax," you said, finally pulling free of Ingrid and stomping towards the washing machine. She's faster than you, no doubt in her mind that you're reaction time is slower with your concussion, grabbing the laundry basket out of your hands, and holding it behind her back when you whirl around, scowling. The fast turn ends up being a mistake, as the world tilts and spins around you. You sway, squeezing your eyes shut. Ingrid drops the basket carelessly, reaching out to steady you. You allow it for only a moment, even briefly leaning into the contact, before you pull back, a frustrated noise leaving your mouth.

"You need to sit down, y/n, now." Ingrid says, moving closer to you.

"NO!" you yelled, startling both girls. Mapi's never hated being so immobile before; your face is scrunched in pain, hands clenched tightly into fists at your side, and you look so exhausted, it makes her chest ache.

"I don't need to sit down, I need to get this done. I don't have time to relax, do you not understand that? There isn't enough time in the fucking day for me to do everything I need to, and you guys are only making it harder," you shouted, voice still raised.

Ingrid and Mapi stare at you for a minute, stunned. You never yelled. Ever. Neither of them were really sure how to respond. Ingrid took a chance, walking forward and grabbing your wrist, before pulling you towards the couch. You fight her grip again, but it's unrelenting, and she points at the couch, looking at you with one raised eyebrow.

"Ingrid-"

"-No. Lay down. I'm not asking."

Your tears finally escape, sliding down your cheeks as you give up, sitting on the edge of the couch, spine completely straight, as if afraid to let yourself relax. Ingrid is grabbing your legs before you know it, pulling them up on the couch, while Mapi guides your head into her lap. She's in the corner of the sectional, and you fit perfectly against her, both of you able to recline.

"I can't-" you try again, although you don't try to move.

"Yes, you can. Don't move." Ingrid warns, before disappearing into the kitchen.

Mapi ran her fingers through your hair comfortingly, occasionally wiping away the tears falling from your eyes. Ingrid returns with some pills and a glass of water, and you follow her unspoken instructions, swallowing dutifully, before sinking back down into Mapi's lap. Now that you've laid down, you aren't sure you'd be able to get back up, even if you wanted to. It's quiet for a couple moments, none of you quite sure what to say.

"Let's go to bed, yeah?" Ingrid says quietly, and you shrug noncomitally. You move off Mapi, allowing her to slowly make her way into the bedroom, sitting up with your head in your hands on the couch.

"Can I just have a second, please?" You whisper, resisting Ingrid's insistent attempts at eye contact. The Norwegian hesitates, before leaving a kiss on the top of your head, and following Mapi down the hall.

You feel horrible, wracked with guilt. They were just trying to help you, and you'd shouted at them for no reason. They needed space from you now, you're sure. Being around them is intoxicating, almost always makes you fold, makes you break. The distance now, though, allows you to refocus, and you force yourself to pull it together until you can be alone again. You take a few deep breaths, wiping your face off on your shirt, and walking down towards the bedroom. You stop in the doorway. Mapi is laying on the bed, eyes on you, while Ingrid has her back to you, rifling through her pajama drawer.

"I'm gonna sleep in the extra bedroom," you say, unsuccessfully trying not to let your voice crack, showing the emotion you are valiantly attempting to hide.

Both girls' heads snap to look at you, and they speak in perfect unison. "No, you are not."

You can only shake your head, biting down on your lip, not willing to cry in front of them, not when you were in the wrong.

"Princesa," Mapi coos, holding out a hand towards you. "Please just come get in bed."

"No, it's okay, you guys need space from me, you definitely don't want to be around me right now," you say, beginning to ramble. Ingrid silently moves closer to you, taking your face in her hands. Her thumb delicately swipes a tear off your cheek. She feels her own eyes welling with tears as she takes in the agonized expression on your face.

"We never need space from you, my girl. Come get in bed. Please." Ingrid states, tone almost begging, not that she cares. You don't move, and Ingrid takes the opportunity to guide you over to the bed, sitting you on the edge, before tossing you some pajamas. You change into them mechanically, both your girlfriends watching you closely, watching the way your eyes stay stuck on the doorway, as if you're about to bolt any second. You stay on the edge of the bed, until Ingrid climbs onto her side, and gently tugs the back of your shirt. You turn towards her, eyes still downcast.

"Are you sure?" you mumble.

"Yes," they assure you, again speaking at the same time. Your body is stiff as you scoot up the bed, sliding under the covers in between them. You make yourself as small as possible, curling up on your side facing Mapi. It's quiet in the room, the only sounds audible being the occasional uneven breath, occasional sniffle from you. You've kept your eyes shut, not feeling capable of looking either of them in the eye right now.

Ingrid moves slowly, at first just splaying a hand across your back. You're so tense it looks uncomfortable, and she moves closer, curling herself around your back, larger body enveloping yours.

"Relax, baby." she whispers in your ear. The contact is pushing you closer and closer to the edge of a breakdown, one you aren't even sure you don't want anymore. You relax slightly into Ingrid's body, and only then does Mapi move, sliding down and propping herself up on her elbow, free hand tracing lightly over your cheek. She leans forward after a minute, lips lightly leaving a kiss on your nose, then one on each cheek, one on your forehead, and finally, one on your lips. When she pulls away, you grip onto her shirt, taking a deep, stuttering breath.

"I can't," you start, trying to get them to leave you alone. Don't they understand that if they keep being so soft, so kind, you'll break?

"Yes, you can. You don't need to be strong all the time. We're here, you can just let go." Mapi says. You shake your head stubbornly.

"Come on, love. You don't have to pretend around us," Ingrid promises. "We want you even when you are sad."

You aren't sure if you just reach your breaking point, or if her last sentence pushes you over the edge, but you let out a harsh sob, pressing your face into the pillow under you. Ingrid clings to your back, feeling your body shake under her. Mapi moves forward again, allowing you to bury your face in her chest. Your cries are muffled now, squished between your two favorite people. You have no control, no ability to stop yourself from falling apart in front of them.

They're support is unyielding, though, neither of them moving away from you for even a second. You're soaking Mapi's shirt with tears, but both of them are whispering soft reassurances to you, ones you try to let yourself hear. You cry for a while, long enough that your head is pounding, though that might be from the concussion, and your throat feels raw. You don't really remember stopping, either. You must, pathetically, have fallen asleep whilst crying.

Ingrid and Mapi hear your breathing even out, tears having finally stopped falling down your face. The Norwegian looks up at your other girlfriend, then, looking devastated, and Mapi sighs roughly, reaching a hand over to cradle Ingrid's cheek.

"It's not your fault, Ingrid,"

"I shouldn't have let her do everything, and I should have noticed she was struggling." Ingrid whispered, looking down at you like you're the most precious thing in the world, and she's broken you.

"Then I should have too, but you don't blame me, do you?"

"You have one working leg, María, I'm completely fine, yet I let her go crazy taking over everything in the house." Ingrid argued miserably.

"Don't pretend you haven't been stressed too, Ingrid," Mapi said sternly. "You don't get to blame yourself. That won't help her, and it won't help you."

"How do we help her?" Ingrid asks after a minute, looking between the two of you.

"We get her to talk. Something is going on, or she wouldn't be acting so weird. And I've never seen her cry this hard." Mapi swallows thickly. "We get her to tell us what's bothering her, and we fix it."

Ingrid gets the impression that if you told Mapi that going to the moon would make you feel better, the Spaniard would find a way to do it. She softens at this thought, heart overwhelmingly full looking between the two of you. Even though your face is stained with tears, and Mapi's leg is wrapped in white gauze, there isn't a more beautiful sight. Not to her.

"Sleep, princesa," Mapi tells her, leaning over you to kiss Ingrid softly on the lips. "Te amo." She leans down to you, kissing your forehead as you sleep, whispering the same thing against your skin.

Ingrid does the same, pulling you closer into her body as she gets comfortable. It's harder for Mapi, but she manages to shift so that she's on her back, head tilted so her face is pressed into your shoulder. You wake up, just slightly, at the movement around you.

"Love you," you mumble, deciding that both of them are going to have to make do with not being addressed specifically. You relax back into them, the stress and anxiety that had been plaguing you for weeks unable to touch you while you slept, completely surrounded by your girls' love.

-----

You're confused when you hear the sound of an alarm, and are then shaken awake what feels like only a couple hours later. Grumpily, you crack your eyes open, seeing Mapi's face above you, hidden by darkness.

"Why?" You groan, shutting your eyes again. Mapi laughs quietly.

"You have a concussion, amor. Just needed to check on you."

"Hmph," you grumble. If you were more awake, you'd marvel at the fact that they remembered to wake you, even after the way you'd acted. Even with Mapi's knee messed up, definitely needing rest, her first thought was always you.

"Are you feeling alright? Nauseous? Dizzy?"

"I'm fine. A little dizzy."

"Promise you are okay?" She asks, smoothing your hair back.

"Promise." She nods, satisfied, and you roll into her, keeping a tight grip on Ingrid's shirt on your other side, drifting off again.

-----

They wake you a few more times throughout the night; each time you are annoyed at first, and each time they are so gentle, so kind, you feel like a wave of love is washing over you.

The next morning, when you blink your eyes open, seeing light flooding in around the curtains, you hear them speaking lightly to each other over you. The light is making your head pound, and you let out an involuntary groan of pain, pulling the covers over your head. They're conversation cuts off, and you can picture them exchanging looks.

"Amor?" Mapi asks, concerned.

"Too bright. Hurts." you say, having woken up only seconds ago, unwilling to really form full sentences.

There's some shuffling, and then someone is pulling insistently on the covers. You allow them to be pulled off your head, and frowning up at Ingrid and Mapi through half shut eyes. They're both fighting smiles at your disheveled hair, and the grouchy expression on your face. Mapi slides a pair of sunglasses onto your face, and you thank her quietly. Ingrid moves to slide out of the bed, but your hand pulling on her shirt stops her.

"Stay. I'm comfy."

"You don't want coffee?" she asks, expecting you to relent.

You shake your head though, and she looks at Mapi briefly, before climbing back into the bed, and pulling you into her. You sigh contentedly, burrowing in.

Something has changed, your girlfriends can tell. Your breakdown last night has left you clingy- not that they mind. It's just worrying, as you rarely act that way.

"Princesa," Mapi begins. "Can we talk about last night?"

You stiffen noticeably against Ingrid, rolling away from her chest to stare up at the ceiling.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you guys, there's no excuse."

"Thank you for apologizing, elskling, but that isn't really what we're talking about." Ingrid chimes in, her voice quiet and low, as if she's talking to a cornered animal.

"I'm sorry I lost it, I don't know what happened."

Both girls shake their heads. This time it's Mapi that responds.

"Please do not apologize for having emotions, amor. You needed that, and we were happy to be there for you."

Your eyes shift to hers. "What is there to talk about then?"

Ingrid rolls her eyes, as your attention is on Mapi, at how little weight you put on your emotions and wellbeing. If her or Mapi had broken down like you had last night, you'd be worried sick.

"You're taking on too much. You need to let us help you, it's too much for one person, and both of us are completely capable of doing chores."

"You guys have a lot going on, I'm barely doing anything." You argue weakly.

"You know that isn't true. This has to stop, it's not sustainable. You're exhausted, and now you're hurt. We're putting you on bedrest for the next week." Ingrid says. It has an air of finality to it, but you try anyway.

"But-"

"-No arguments." Mapi cuts in.

"You guys need me." You say quietly, trying to get them to understand why you needed to do this stuff for them.

"We do. We need you happy, and healthy. And you need us too, love. It's your turn to let us take care of you."

"I've been in a horrible mood, I wouldn't even want to be around me. And I don't deserve- need to be taken care of. I'm fine." You pause briefly, biting your lip, trying to decide if you should voice the thing thats been bothering you the most. "If anything, I need to work harder, I've been playing so badly."

Your voice breaks on the last word, and you shut your eyes again, reaching under the sunglasses to furiously wipe a tear away. A hand grips your chin, turning your face towards Ingrid. She has a intense blazing expression on her face, one of anger, and you're honestly confused.

"First of all, we always want to be around you. Second, you absolutely have not been playing badly. You've been working so hard, darling, and it's been paying off." You scoff in disbelief. Ingrid's jaw clenches, and she looks at Mapi almost helplessly, as if she isn't sure what to say. The Spaniard is turning your face towards her now. Mapi's warm eyes bore into yours through your sunglasses, begging you to listen.

"You always deserve to be taken care of, princesa." You winced, you'd been hoping they wouldn't catch that slip up. "Even if you had been playing badly, which you absolutely haven't, you still deserve our love, amor. Always."

"Then why don't I feel like I do?" you whisper.

"Oh, love," Ingrid says sadly, leaning in to rest her lips on your forehead, leaving several pecks there. "I don't know why, but I promise that you do."

"We'll just have to remind you more, hmm? That you are our niña bonita, and we always love you. We always want you, and want to give you what you need. Okay?" Mapi finishes.

Hesitantly, you nod. Their anxious faces break into smiles at your agreement, and they both lean in, pressing simultaneous kisses to your cheeks. You laugh, feeling their matching grins against your cheeks, and wonder how you possibly got so lucky.

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I tried to end this like 16 paragraphs ago but I was unsuccessful.

#woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #mapi leon x ingrid engen x reader #mapi leon x reader #ingrid engen x reader #mapi leon x ingrid engen

[eatmekaneki]

Giving Yuji a titjob

18+

Pairing: boyfriend!Yuji x Femdom!reader

Warnings: Titfucking; mommy/baby boy kink; use of ‘puppy’ as a nickname for Yuji, slight dick slapping; all characters are ages 18+

Word count: 2.3k

A/n: just a quick one shot cuz I love the idea of baby boy Yuji being desperate.

You sat on your couch with a secret. Under your regular comfortable clothes you were wearing a brand new lingerie set you’d bought just for what you had planned today. A red lace one that you knew would drive your boyfriend Yuji crazy.

Yuji had seemed to be extra needy lately. You’ve noticed him even sneaking away to go jerk off alone in the bathroom when you were busy working from home.

You knew that’s what he was getting up to because he’d always come back with a flushed face and a guilty look. Nothing slipped past your watchful eyes when it came to your darling baby boy.

You’d just noticed him about to sneak away to jerk off alone again and that was your final straw. You sped walked towards him and cornered him before he could get to the bathroom.

You took the first thing you could and dragged him by the back of his hoodie into your bedroom, clawing it off of him.

You already had rope on hand, you’d known what you were going to do todays

You undressed him as he just let you have your way, confused and wide eyed. You secured him with the rope to a chair in nothing but his boxers.

He was terrified and flustered, but hard as a rock at your spontaneous actions.

His eyes are frantic as he scans you up and down, his dick twitching against his leg.

The chair he’s in should be comfortable, his gaming chair he’s always relaxing in at night. But right now he doesn’t feel relaxed at all.

His wrists were tied down to the arms of the chair and no matter how hard he might have tried he wouldn’t be getting out.

You smirked at his struggle.

“What’s the problem baby boy?”

He squirmed in his seat with a strained pout on his face.

“Please…” he moaned out at you, begging for anything, but his eyes were locked on to one place in particular. The way your tits had bounced when you’d dropped to your knees in front of his lap.

“You need mommy’s tits huh?” You giggle, teasing him with the strap on your shoulder, as if you were going to drop it and release your tits in front of him.

He whimpered at this and repeated another soft please.

“Why haven’t you asked for them sooner then hm baby?” Your tone was angry now.

“Wha-“ he started to ask, before he was cut off by his own sharp gasp.

You reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock, the weight of it heavy in your hands as you carelessly waved it around, giving him none of the pleasure that he needed.

He tried to move his hips up to fuck into your hand but you quickly took your hand away, depriving him of any friction.

He practically growled at this, biting at his lower lip, his face now fully turning into a scowl.

“Oh don’t pout.” You tsk’d, taking his cock back in his hand and giving him a soft playful slap.

He gasped and clenched every muscle tight at the feeling, his biceps flexed hard against the shibari rope you'd used to tie him. He ached to get out of his restraints.

Your tits were teasing him in that perfect lingerie. Giving him just enough to see what he knew was behind there, but covering it enough to make him ache to see you out of it.

“Why are you doing this to me…” he whined.

You gave the base of his cock a painful squeeze. He yelped out and looked at you with wide eyes. The sight of you knelt between his legs like this was still doing it for him, even if you weren’t exactly being nice.

He couldn’t deny he’d been extra horny lately. He wasn’t sure what it was, maybe with you being busier at work he felt a bit neglected.

All it’d take was walking past you working and catching a glimpse down your shirt and he was aching to have his cock between your tits.

He didn’t want to bother you with his higher than usual drive so he’d been just sneaking off to take care of it himself. He thought he was doing well keeping himself manageable. But moments like this reminded him just how weak he was.

“You’ve been getting off without me baby…” you scolded. Starting small strokes up and down the soft skin of his length.

He tossed his head back at this with a high pitched moan.

You stopped your movements.

“Haven’t you?” You asked.

He shot his head back down at you, eyes meeting yours and that guilty look you recognized returning.

“Didn’t wanna bother you…” he whispered ashamed that you’d picked up on it.

“So you thought you’d just sneak away from me instead. You like getting off without me better?” You gave his tip a tight squeeze that made his legs try and snap together and his eyes clench shut.

“No!” He cried out.

“Are you sure?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Yes, G-god- yes! Need you.” He cried out as you spit in your hand and then started to pump roughly up and down his length. His hips were leaving the seat of the chair as he tried to further help. But you instantly shoved him back down in one rough movement, holding him down with your free hand.

It seemed like he was already getting close, so you stopped.

His face fell as his dick sat untouched again, twitching against the patch of hair trailing down on his lower stomach.

“I don’t see why I should let you, you’ve been getting off plenty good without me.” You gave him a pout, and teasingly poked at his aching cock with one finger.

“No!” He cried out, “itsnot goodwithoutyou” he slurred his words out slightly in his whine.

You grabbed his cock back, encircling it in a fist at his base and holding it upright but not moving.

You noticed even in his sorry state he was still managing to steal glances of your tits.

“You’re such a little slut Yuuji. Does my baby boy really need my tits that badly?”

He nodded slowly looking defeated.

“That’s why I was running off to touch myself so much.” He admitted. “You keep wearing things while you work that make me wanna fuck you, and I don’t wanna bother you when you’re busy.” His posture slouched in the chair. He was a bit embarrassed of his desperation over your tits.

You gave a soft chuckle and shook your head at him.

“I should’ve known.” You started to give him a few strokes. finally. A smile cracked on the side of his mouth.

“Tell mommy you’ll ask next time Yuji. And I’ll show you something that will make you cum fast, that way I don’t have to be gone from work for long.” You winked at him.

He was aching in anticipation for you to give him *anything*. So whatever this new thing was, he knew he’d be done for.

“I’ll ask. Please- Fuck mommy-“ he whined “I’ll ask you for help next time.”

You purred. “That’s my good boy.”

You leaned forward over his lap and pulled the front of your bra up so you could tuck his full length inside, tightly between both of your tits.

The noise he made was something you don’t think you’d ever heard from him. Shocked gasps mixed with the most guttural moan ever.

You felt a warm crown of pride on your head for making him feel so good. You knew he loved your tits, so what better than a tit fuck to remind your baby boy just how much.

“You like being between mommy’s tits, don’t you baby?” You giggled at him.

He nodded with wide eyes as you spit between your breasts to lubricate them, prepping yourself to be fucked by his now incredibly swollen and aching dick.

“You’re not gonna wanna ever get off any other way.” You started to squeeze your tits together and move them up and down the firm length.

“Holy shittttt” he moaned out, a vocal fry tone that he couldn’t help as he slumped as far down into the chair as he could, staring at you in awe.

It was actually painful that he couldn’t reach out and grab your tits himself.

Though he knew he’d be impatient and be fucking you like a jackhammer right now if he wasn’t restrained.

“Wish you’d asked for this sooner huh puppy?” You threw in the special nickname you had for him that always drove him wild. His hips jerked forward like a reflex at your words. His pretty bright pink tip was pushed far up between the top of your cleavage now.

You shook your head, moving your hands to hold his hips down again.

Your bra held him firmly in place between your breasts still as your stared up at him with devilish eyes.

“That wasn’t an answer baby boy.” You scolded.

“Yes.” He whined, trying and failing to fuck himself between your tits.

You shook your head, starting to slide him out from between your tits slowly and threatening.

“Doesn’t really sound like you want it.”

Before his cock was fully out from under the band of elastic from your bra he yelled out.

“NO PLEASE!” His mouth hung open desperately. He was trembling where he sat. Wanting to do whatever he could to keep you fucking him. “I need you, I’m sorry, I wish I’d asked for this sooner. Fuck- I really do, it feels so good, I want it all the time!” He cried.

You stopped pulling him out, stalling with just the tip now between the bottom of your cleavage.

“You really need to start using your words better baby boy.”

You started to tease his tip slightly with small jiggles on top brushing against his skin and taking in just the head.

You could see Yuji become almost hypnotized by this. It was driving him wild.

“I know my puppy needs me.” You smirked at him. “I just want you to come to me whenever you need to cum. I’ll always make time for my baby boy.”

He nodded frantically.

“I’ll cum for you- I mean- come to you…” he bit his lip, blushing.

“Both work for me, puppy.” Your eyes were mischievous and he felt himself shudder at the teasing you were still doing to his tip.

Finally you grabbed the sides of your tits and plunged them down tightly around him.

His eyes practically bugged out of his head and his whole body jerked forward. His hips left the chair and this time you let him.

You gave some more spit down your cleavage and watched as the desperate head started to pump in and out between them.

He fucked his hips up again and again like he was starved for it. The way your tits felt soft and silky against his skin was so fucking sexy, he couldn’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather stick his dick now.

“I-ts, S-so, good…” small breathy words managed their way past his panting lips. He was actually working up quite a sweat at this needy pace.

All you were doing was squeezing your breasts together for him, and letting him do the work. It was exactly why you loved your baby boy. He was always so desperate and needy and full of energy.

You just had to make sure that energy kept getting directed back to you.

Right now though? He was fully locked on. His eyes hadn’t left the spot where his spit covered cock was poking in and out from your tits. The plump mounds were jiggling wildly as he pounded into them.

“Need…to…touch…” he whined between thrusts.

His wrists were red against the rope he’d been trying to pull against.

You smirked and quickly moved your fingers to release him.

When the first hand was free it shot to one of your breasts faster than you could see happening, like a magnet being pulled.

He was pulling the tit out of the lace bra and cupping it in his hand, running his thumb softly against the hard skin of your nipple.

Goosebumps formed on your skin at his teasing touch, and it was his turn to smirk at how he affected you.

When the other hand was free he did the same. Freeing your tits and squeezing them together himself now.

“Fuck mommy…” he whined.

You reached your hands to hold the sides of his thighs, giving him free reign of your chest.

He took advantage, using your tits like a cocksleeve to fuck up and down on his dick and squeezing tight. It was so hot to watch the way his abs flexed as he continued to jerk up into you.

“That’s it puppy…” you purred at him.

You could see his lips trembling and his lower stomach was becoming more tense as moved.

You lowered your head slightly and stuck your tongue out flat, letting it brush against the plump tip as it moved near.

“I-, ohhhh…” he moaned out hoarsely, that might be the final straw for him. The feeling of your wet tongue pressed to his dick was too good.

His fucking became even more animalistic, he was climbing for that feeling and nothing was going to stop him.

“Y/n, mommy, y/n, I’m-, I’m” he gasped out, his movements were sporadic as his legs were shaking, he was so close…he felt so…so…

“Oh my godddd I’m cummingggg.” He slurred his words and his head fell slack to the side, his face contorting in pleasure. He squeezed your breasts hard against his cock as it twitched and shot string after string of cum all over your chest and face and tongue.

He rode out the feeling for a while with moans and pants before collapsing into the chair, defeated and fully fucked out.

You slid him out from under the strap of your bra and sat on his lap facing him, his sensitive cock twitching slightly against the touch of your lower stomach.

You ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead and cheek and finally lips.

“That’s my good puppy.” You smiled at him. “Never get off without me again.”

#yuji x reader #yuji x you #jjk x y/n #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #yuji smut #yuji itadori smut #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #Yuji fanfic

[uptonsgirl]

mad woman

summary: you and your girlfriend, hailey upton, get into a fight before a stakeout. what happens when the stakeout goes south while the two aren’t on good terms?

word count: 1230

warnings: being shot, angsty, happy ending, hospitals, arguments, swearing. not proof read !! first fic

27. That’s how many bricks went up the locker room wall, as you sat there, dissociating. Hailey, your girlfriend, and work partner had been getting on your nerves, and not in the fun way.

She would constantly only focus on work, spending long nights hunched over the laptop in the small apartment you shared together. Not only were you worried about her, but she’d been completely neglecting you as a girlfriend. Countless times you had tried to bring it up but were always met with a dismissive “I know babe, I’ll do better”, but she never did.

The locker room door swinging open brought you back to reality, as you saw the blonde you loved so dearly walk in… an angry look spread across her features. I really didn’t want to get into it with her right now, we had a stakeout in half an hour, but that didn’t stop her, clearly. “Babe? What’s wrong?”

Such a simple question triggered so many pent up emotions. She knew what was wrong. “Hailey are you for real right now? You know what’s wrong! You…” My voice shook a bit as I spoke, my voice raised. “You’ve been neglecting me completely the past few weeks!”

I saw her eyes widen in shock, I wasn’t the type to yell, ever. It seemed my outburst made her angry, she was always stubborn. “It’s not my fault you’re so fucking needy and work harder than you do!” She snapped; her tone sent a shiver down my spine. The moment the words came out of her mouth she knew she’d ventured too far. My face immediately dropped, as I didn’t respond, silently walking past her and out of the locker room, not hearing her faint voiced begging me to come back.

°.♡┈┈∘*┈୨୧┈*∘┈┈♡.°

We arrived at the stakeout location, and everyone felt the tension between Hailey and I. You could cut it with a knife. Jay and Adam glanced at each other, seeing if they were picking up the same vibes, which they were. Our attention quickly turned back to Voight as he explained what exactly we were doing.

I thanked anyone watching from above with Voight paired me with Adam, instead of Hailey. He was like a big brother to me, plus he made stakeouts a lot less boring. He grinned as we walked away together, to our designated spot, aka an old, unmarked car, with no heater, in the Chicago winter. Fun.

“Y/N, you good? Been watching you stare into space for the last 20 minutes.” The chirpy voice pulled me back down to earth. “Yeah, just Hailey… you know how stubborn she is.” I sighed, as Adam chuckled lightly under his breath, nodding his head as we fell into a comfortable silence. Occasional small talk about a movie was all that happened for the next few hours, just wanting to go home and cry.

It was around 7:30pm now, been here since 3:30. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a man wearing all black, quickly radioing and signalling to Adam to slowly get out of the car. We crouched as we walked behind a fence, until I stepped on an empty chip packet. The crinkling sound alerting the man to our presence, as he spotted us and started running.

“Suspect is on foot heading down North of Main, officers following” I spoke into the radio, breathing heavily as Adam ran behind me, I had always been the fastest in the unit. We were running, and as I turned around a corner, I felt a red hot pain in my stomach, as I fell to the ground.

He was hiding behind the corner with a gun. Now, a bullet from that gun was in me. As I collapsed, Adam came around the bend, seeing blood seeping out of my vest, as he cursed to himself, before he dropped down and applied pressure, making me groan in pain. “50-21 Ida, officer down, roll an ambulance to my location immediately!”

Hailey was on the other side of the block, her heart stopping once she heard the call, jumping out of the car and sprinting to me, it felt like she was going to pass out when she finally made it. Tears grew in her eyes as she saw me, lying on the ground with blood around me, Adam holding my wound down. She kneeled next to me, holding my head in her hands as tears fell down her cheeks, Adam still trying to stop the bleeding.

“Hailey I’m- “My voice was weak as I spoke, and raspy from screaming. She saw that. “Shhh baby... don’t speak, okay? You’re going to be fine yeah? I’m sorry about everything, just hold on. Don’t close those beautiful eyes” Her voice was strained and shaky, trying to convince herself more than me, that I’ll be okay. We heard the ambulance sirens, music to everyone’s ears. Everyone was speaking, it felt like I was underwater. All I could feel was Hailey’s hand on mine, as I was lifted into the ambulance before I fell asleep.

°.♡┈┈∘*┈୨୧┈*∘┈┈♡.°

No one had ever seen Hailey like this before. Pacing back and forth in the hospital waiting room, the rest of Intelligence watching her. Many had tried approaching her to try and get her to stop, but nothing worked. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, what if she never saw me again?

Everyone shot up the moment Will walked through the doors. He looked tired, his hair messy and his eye bags dark. This was hard for him; I was very close with both Halstead’s.

“She’s had surgery to stop the internal bleeding, and the bullet has been removed. We lost her twice on the table… but we got her back. She’s in ICU, probably going to wake up soon. But she’s okay.”

The collective sigh of relief from everybody was immense. Especially Hailey. Everyone was here primarily just to know you were alive, so they let Hailey go and see you, while they went home for the night, promising to come back in the morning.

My eyes blinked open, wincing at the harsh hospital lights. I groaned as I looked over, seeing Hailey staring at me. She was a mess, her face was red and dirty, her hair was all tangled, almost looked like she was the one who was meant to be in the hospital bed. Mustering up all my strength as I started to speak. “You need a shower Hails.”

She chuckled, her face lighting up. I was okay. “God Y/N, I thought I’d lost you. I’m so sorry about everything… you were right, I’ve been neglecting you and it’ll never happen again. I’ve taken a month off to be at home with you and help you heal… I was so scared.”

My heart melted as she spoke, even in my dazed, high on painkillers state, I knew how much I loved her. “It’s fine Hails, I promise you that. I love you, and I’m sorry I got shot and scared the shit out of you”.

Hailey let out a breathy laugh, knowing how much I loved scaring her, but not usually like this. She got up and moved the chair closer to me, leaning down and giving me a long kiss, as she held my chin.

“I love you more. Never scare me like that again.”

#hailey upton #Hailey Upton x Reader #chicago pd x reader #chicago pd #one chicago #chicago fire #one chicago x reader #hailey upton imagine #hailey upton fic #gay hailey upton #one chicago imagines #hailey upton imagines

[itiswormtimebaby]

Pairing: Biker!Ari x Fem Reader CW: Mean dom Ari, name calling,degradation and humiliation (to be safe), references to pillow riding

There’s a dark cloud around him, one that’s been present since wrangling you onto the back of his bike and away from the bar, it rolls off him in unsettling waves.  He’s angry, which means he won’t be touching you anytime soon, no matter how prettily you choose to beg. His earlier words rest heavy on your shoulders, “I don’t reward brats.” Despite the lapse in time between then and now he shows no sign of relenting, face a mask of utter indifference. His actions are dismissive and bored as he waves you away from him, disregarding your attempt to slip into his lap. 

You just want to be close to him, to have the chance to apologize, to beg for him to forgive you and to help aleviate the painful ache of arousal radiating out from your neglected cunt. He tsks at you, sneering at the slick that has escaped your dripping folds and is steadily dirtying your thighs, causing you to wine as you rub them together, desperate for relief but knowing touching yourself would only strengthen the flames of his wrath. 

“Such a needy little slut, I bet you’d cum from humping a pillow like a bitch in heat.” Moments later he is tossing one in your direction, pupils blown wide as he gestures for you to mount the offending object; “Let’s find out.”

#biker!ari #ari x reader #ari x reader smut #ari smut #smut blurb

[quinnpriv1]

RS: flrd, pussy riddle, no powers AU, aged-up characters — full fic also below the line!

Riddle is not a slave to his pleasure.

He’s not—he assures himself for umpteenth time, waiting outside of Floyd’s apartment with a scowl. His arms are crossed. He’s angry, or good at pretending he is anyways. Everything is fine. It’s normal.

Floyd likes him like this anyways, stubborn as hell and unwilling to concede that he’s a filthy, needy little slut deep down, the type of guy who needs someone this shameless to make him admit it, to break him down.

They left the pretenses of drugs and alcohol behind months ago. Riddle talks a lot of shit, but the truth is that he came here of his own volition and he knows exactly what he wants.

Feverish rutting turns into passionate kissing. Floyd practically has him glued to the wall, nipping on Riddle’s skin like he might die if he doesn’t get another taste. It’s heady and delicious, depraved and wild.

“Bed,” Riddle snaps, remembering how horribly he ached the last time he let Floyd take control.

His hookup, his rules. Floyd grumbles but ultimately obeys, following Riddle down the hall, hands still roaming. He’s sweaty and hard, eager for more. Riddle is in a good mood today. He won’t make Floyd beg for it. (Yet.)

He climbs on top, effortlessly rolling a condom over Floyd’s shaft. He rocks against him first, whining when Floyd slips a finger inside.

He bites his bottom lip. The thing that sucks about fucking Floyd like this is that his chest, bared exactly four minutes after he crossed the threshold, is neglected.

His nipples are hard, exposed to the air and flushed from their exertions. Riddle rocks himself to his knees, guiding Floyd between his lips with a self-satisfied groan, and then he touches himself.

Floyd laughs. Riddle clenches around him, more aroused by the sound then he will ever admit. “I knew it,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.

“Knew what,” Riddle gripes. Floyd is such an annoying piece of shit, but in a long history of shitty one-night-stands, he’s the only person Riddle even considered reaching out to. They’re exceptionally sexually compatible—if Floyd could oblige by Riddle’s rules, Riddle might deign to keep him around, think about giving this permanence.

“That you like havin’ your tits played with,” Floyd slurs, grinning like a fiend. Riddle glares, tamping down on a whine as Floyd bucks, teasing his fingers up Riddle’s spine. “Be honest. You like it when I make you feel small.”

Riddle curses, back arching. He tells himself he’s getting tighter just to make things painful for Floyd, that the heat he feels burning to the core and his added dampness is just a response to stimuli. It’s nothing special. Floyd isn’t right.

“You always like it missionary, like a virgin. You only pull this kinda thing when you want me to fight. It makes you feel powerful and pretty—and you are—but sometimes you like feeling like shit. Gives you more reasons to say you don’t like me.”

“You’re giving me plenty of reasons not to like you all by yourself,” Riddle groans, carefully choosing not to refute Floyd’s claims. Slippery slope.

Acknowledgement would be akin to admittance. He refuses, putting a hand on Floyd’s throat in warning. His adam’s apple bobs. Precome leaks down his shaft.

The talking stops for a while, mostly because Riddle whites out with pleasure. Orgasm as he plays with his tits and Floyd spews profanities.

Maybe he feels a little pretty right now, but that is absolutely none of Floyd’s concern.

He snarls when Floyd flips them over, when Floyd bucks without missing a beat. “You can be a pretty l’il slut with me. I don’t mind,” he purrs, huge palm engulfing Riddle’s tits, possessively splayed there like both of them are his to own. Riddle writhes against the sheets, coming with a shout as Floyd pinches him, making an unholy mess.

They’re both panting by the time he’s finished. Riddle gives him earful for failing to follow protocol, but his words are halfhearted. He’s dizzy and sore but in a good way, a way that makes his skin tingle and his head hurt.

He despises it when Floyd is right.

#txt #twst #flrd #retro fills

[bpdstevenuniverse]

Idk if this sounds anti-recovery, because this isn't the first time psychologists and psychiatrists tell me this, but the way I'm told to "stop focusing on the negatives" when it comes to my family, to instead strengthen my bonds with them... doesn't sound very validating to me.

Because you see, my whole life I was told to forgive my family. I was told that they had a rough past, too, that they were raised badly, that they were also victims etc. etc. And I'm not saying those saying those things aren't true, because they definitely are, and if I could give my family better childhoods, you bet I would.

But here's the thing... People don't want me to be angry with my family. I'm not even talking about fighting them. I mean as in, I'm not allowed to be ANGRY with my family, I'm not allowed to be upset that they hurt me for more than TWO DECADES and they do not seem to regret it in the slightest. They refuse to try to understand where my anger comes from, despite all my suffering. They only seem to get worse with each day, and it only makes me feel like my pain will never be enough for them to realize what they're doing wrong.

And yet when I try to vent, everyone just... tells me I'm only being too mean or too negative, that I have to either stop expecting so much from them - when my family is literally the only support system I have, because I don't have other safe contacts -, or that I need to make sure I get close to my parents and my brother instead of fighting them or rejecting them, and I guess I just gotta... "forgive" whatever they do that bothers me. Like they're just preferences. Just differences you can live with. And not literal fucking abuse and neglect.

Then again, I don't know what else to do. The small version of my dad only hammers in my head "you can't keep acting like a spoiled little brat because people say things you don't like". But at the same time I feel like nobody fucking listens to me without wanting to filter me, which is EXACTLY what my family does my entire goddamn life. I'm not supposed to be angry, to be upset, to be suicidal, to be needy or clingy... I'm supposed to just shut up and grow the fuck up. Nobody cares about my feelings! Just be grateful for the shitty life you have and you'll be finally useful for once! (/sarcasm)

#trauma #childhood trauma #cptsd #actuallybpd #actuallybipolar #emotional abuse #emotional neglect #suicide mention tw #venting #personal #my journal

[stillfiguringthingsoutbythebells]

Deep in my heart, I don't believe people will love me if they knew all of me. All evidence in my life thus far has shown me this.

Weakness will be met with anger.

Neediness will be met with scorn.

Expectation will be met with disappointment.

Realness will be met with rejection.

Effort will be met with hurt.

Vulnerability will be met with dismissal.

They don't have the time, patience or capacity to care for you, nurture you. I don't blame them. I don't have the time or capacity to take care of myself.

I tried. Oh hell I tried. But...when will it stop hurting? When will the pain end? Please end.

Be mature.

Be responsible.

Be helpful.

Love. Obey. Honour.

Do what they want you to do.

Be who they want you to be.

Stay out of the way.

Don't be an inconvenience.

Don't make them angry. Oh God, don't make them angry.

Only give, not take.

Make up for what is lacking.

Overcompensate.

Achieve.

Succeed.

Be an adult.

Maybe then, the yelling will stop.

"Don't be so emotional!"

Maybe then, there will be peace.

"Are you stupid! Don't you know how to think!"

Maybe then, they will be happy.

"I'm too tired for this."

Be perfect.

Maybe then, they will love you.

It didn't work.

It wasn't you. It was them.

Turns out people can be horrible to people they love.

You watched them emotionally abuse, deceive, manipulate, and neglect their own mother.

You watched them reject her for her depression and anxiety. Why wouldn't they do the same to you, for yours?

You tried to make up for all the hurt they inflicted on her. You tried to love her when none of them wanted to. You realised...it was possible. Loving someone with gentleness, patience, kindness, even someone as needy as an 80 year old women with 7 different kinds of mental and physical illnesses...is possible.

Weakness can be met with support.

Neediness can be met with nurture.

Expectation can be met in earnest.

Realness can be met with sincerity.

Effort can be met with appreciation.

Vulnerability can be met with understanding

Gentleness. Patience. Kindness. This is love.

You became the adult.

It wasn't you. It was them.

You're not an adult.

They are too hurt to know better. Too tired to do better. But this is not love.

But now...now I don't know where to go from here.

Tired of being perfect. Too scared to be real.

Tired of the attacks. Tired of defending.

I don't know where to go from here.

I'm depressed.

I'm anxious.

Fake a smile.

Fake a laugh.

I'm not an adult.

I don't know where to go from here.

[subspencer]

ummm, calling spencer princess and he pouts and squirms because he’s not a princess, jerking him off and rubbing your thumb over his cute tip 🥺

this speaks to me <3 reader can be gender neutral in this

wc: 1.1k. cw: handjob (male receiving), teasing/orgasm denial, oh and some light bondage but in a loving way

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Spencer wiggled his ankles against his restraints; two of your favorite silk scarves, tied around each of his ankles. They were bound to two legs of his wooden chair, legs spread apart just a little. His hands were bound behind the chair, as well.

He was in this position because you loved him.

You came home earlier that evening to him, waiting for you in your apartment like he had always belonged there. He wasn’t doing anything special; just curling up on your sofa with one of your old books to pass the time. Wearing your favorite cardigan of his, a cup of tea in front of him. He looked so adorable like that. So deserving of your love, your praises, and all your attention.

So you had to do this. You needed him out on display for you, sitting pretty and patiently while you took your time to appreciate all of him.

You faced him in his lap, straddling both of his bare thighs. Your fingers pored over every inch of him, memorizing him just by touch. They left no stone unturned, almost. Avoiding only the areas where he wanted your attention the most.

You loved his long, perfect legs. Especially his thighs, which by far were the strongest part of him. He felt sturdy underneath you, like a safe place where you could always come to rest, because they would hold you. You could feel them flex and tense under you as he got more turned on; even feeling your body shifting with his, up and down, each time he tensed and relaxed.

And you could stare at his bare arms all day long. No one would ever know it because he hid them behind all his layers, but he had the most beautifully defined arms, that you never felt you saw enough of. Even on the lean side, they had a bit of tone to them. Not to mention the veins that ran through his forearms, down to the prettiest hands you’ve ever seen. All of those hidden things showed through when he did anything physical. Like strain his wrists against something he knew he wasn’t going to get out of.

He even had the cutest tummy. Soft and nearly hairless. Nearly. He had the lightest smattering of hair below his navel, which always guided your vision right down to arguably, your most favorite part of him. Your fingers traced that light path, tickling those wispy hairs and dipping low. Only the tip of your longest finger got close enough to touching the base of his aching dick before you dragged your hand back up again.

Digging your fingertips into his soft lower belly, you captured him in a heated kiss. One of your hands found its way up to his cute, tiny nipple. Flicking it roughly before taking it between two fingers, rolling and gently tugging.

“Please,” he broke off the kiss in a gasp, throat tightening the more you teased his chest, “please…please, please.” He didn’t even know what it was he was begging for, but he couldn’t stop saying it. He didn’t care what it was, he would take anything so long as you gave him contact where he needed it.

“What do you want, princess?” you mewled below his ear, nuzzling your nose into his soft brown locks. He always smelled like citrus and warm spice.

His chest rumbled at the name. He hated being called that.

You thought of it differently, but to Spencer, it reminded him of how absolutely helpless he was in your hands. Like a pitiful mess just waiting for someone else to take care of him. He loved you, and loved how much you loved him, but he hated the reminder that he was fucking needy.

“M’not a princess.” The words he tried to spit out got strangled up in his throat when he felt your hand suddenly grip his neglected cock.

You kept your hand still at its base, feeling him pulse inside your hand. His whines got pathetic as you gripped him tighter and tighter, getting close to making it painful. You brought him right up to the point where you expected him to cry out, and stopped just before it. Then, you released him.

“If you’re not my princess,” you scolded, grazing your teeth against his neck, “then you won’t get treated like one.”

You quickly jumped out of his lap. His regret was immediate.

“No, please! Please, come back.” His face was an absolute wreck; cheeks and lips equally red, a line of sweat above his upper lip right where that ghost of his stubble began to show through.

You walked around his chair, placing your palm flat on his chest and dragging it as you walked, across his shoulder and around to his back where you stopped. The other hand laid heavily on his neck, fingertips delicately placed over his pulse point. His heart was pumping fast.

“Say you’re my princess.” You cupped his jawbone, bending his neck back so he was looking up at you. His pulse picked up.

“Pleasee, I –”

“You know the magic words, baby.” You mimicked the big, puppy eyes he gave you and leaned forward, nuzzling your noses together. He just looked so cute when he wanted something.

Spencer swallowed, pushing his lips outward. You quickly bent in to give them a stolen kiss.

“Please make me your princess,” he whispered. You rewarded him by coming around and straddling his lap once more.

Your mouth slipped over his in a slow, tongue-rolling kiss as you finally touched his dick. It was flushed an angry red, the blush took over his entire lower stomach and sprawled up to his flat chest. Using the leaking precome to slick him up, your palm moved slowly up and down on him. Stopping every so often to thumb small circles over his tip, met with whimpers each time you dragged your thumb over his slit.

You pulled away from the kiss, just to ask, “Say it again for me?”

“I’m your princess.”

You moaned in his ear, working your hand faster against him. You could hear him say that over and over, forever. “Again?”

“I’m your princess,” he groaned, thrusting his hips into your closed fist, riding your hand with whatever range of motion he could afford.

“Again?” You worked him faster, your own breaths getting shorter as you felt him throbbing in your hand.

He was so, so nearly there and when he finally spilled himself all over your hand, letting it slowly drip onto his thigh, he kept mumbling, “I’m your princess! I’m your princess.”

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid imagine #mgg smut #mgg imagine #spencer reid x gn!reader smut #blurb

[earlgreydream]

indecency.

| loki x reader | smut | fluff |

cw: dark!loki -> soft!loki, spanking, edging, slight degradation, angry!loki

You knew better.

You knew there was no way you were going to get away with it. You knew there would be consequences to your actions, but you were so pent up with need, you had fooled yourself into thinking you could get away with breaking one of Loki’s rules, and benefiting from it. 

Loki was strict, and had little patience for indecency and insubordination. He demanded obedience, and enforced it with punishment.

It was incredibly dangerous to test Loki. Loki was a lot of things, but merciful was not one of them. Any infraction required discipline, often severe. 

One of Loki’s rules was that you were his, and his alone. All pleasure had to come from him, touching yourself without permission was strictly forbidden in his castle. He wanted to be the one to inflict all of your ecstasy, everything to come from him. Occasionally, he would give you permission, often so he could watch. Aside from that, it infuriated him when you touched yourself secretly.

You knew this, and yet you’d chosen to defy him anyway. There was no way it would be worth it in the long run, but you were desperate and in need. Loki had been neglectful of you over the last few days, busy and overwhelmed with royal duties. You spent the week a ball of pent-up sexual frustration, and if you didn’t take care of yourself, you were going to explode. 

Loki’s anger burned through him like wildfire.

He’d returned to your chambers after an incredibly stressful morning, his only desire to rest with you. Asgard was demanding, and he was tired from ruling, craving the feeling of sleeping with you in his arms. Instead, when he had entered, he found you on the bed, your small fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. You were writhing on the bedsheets, moans mixing with the lewd noises of your fingers. Your head was thrown back and your spine arched, pushing your breasts out as you fucked yourself.

Loki stood utterly still for a moment, unnoticed by you. He couldn’t deny that the sight was incredibly arousing, but it was overshadowed by the anger toward your disobedience. He strode toward you, fed up with your misbehavior.

Your startled scream echoed off of the arching ceilings as Loki’s hand gripped your jaw. Your eyes snapped open, and you were met with sadistic green eyes that were filled with irritation.

“You believe you can pleasure yourself better than I? Or are you just an insolent brat?” Loki snarled, and you were too frightened to answer. Your eyes were wide, and you immediately pulled your fingers out of yourself. Your thighs twitched at the sudden loss of stimulation, and you sank into the mattress, failing to put distance between you and Loki.

Regret washed over you, fear prickling through your naked body. Loki was seething, and terror seized your veins. The fear and his anger added to the heat in your belly, upping your arousal. You loved to see Loki mad, even when it scared you. 

“Since you’re so comfortable being indecent, you’ll take your punishment on the throne!”

“No!” You shrieked, making the god’s fury spike. You’d said it just to be a brat, unable to resist to dig yourself in deeper with his patience. You immediately wanted to take it back, realizing you made it much worse by objecting. You struggled to breathe under Loki’s threatening gaze, both of your wrists gripped together in one of his hands.

“If you dare to disobey me again, I’ll let the entire realm watch me beat your ass raw,” Loki’s threat was not an empty one, and you closed your mouth. A shudder rolled through your spine, and Loki rolled his eyes, slapping your ass as he dragged you up. 

You nearly tripped over your feet as Loki hauled you from the bed, parading you through the halls and throne room, naked for the entire castle to see. Tears obstructed your vision, but you knew any more disobedience would result in far more catastrophic punishment.

You were red with embarrassment, nauseated by the knowledge he hadn’t truly begun to punish you yet. You were tripping up the golden steps to the raised throne, feeling like you were on a stage. Loki dragged you over his lap on the throne, his entire royal guard and Valkyrie present to witness the consequences of your behavior. You were fully exposed and on display for everyone, left with no chance of concealing yourself.

“I’m sorry!” You cried out as he struck you. Servants winced as the noise echoed off of the golden walls, thankful they weren’t in your position. 

It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and they didn’t understand why you kept doing things to get you in this position. Nobody wanted to be at the mercy of Loki’s wrath, and they couldn’t imagine the motivation behind your actions that you knew resulted with these consequences. They were blushing for you as you got spanked in front of everyone, choked tears blinding your vision and making it hard to breathe.

Loki knew you secretly loved it. 

“You will be,” Loki’s voice was like ice, and he had you sobbing within minutes. You were burning with shame, struggling on his lap from the pain of his assault on your ass. He’d conjured some kind of leather strap that bit into your tender skin, leaving red welts in its wake. Your cries and squeals of pain echoed off of the high ceilings, and the court couldn’t look away from you. 

Your skin was stinging from Loki’s unforgiving blows, the leather a deep green against your red skin. He got twisted pleasure from watching bruises blossom to the surface of your skin and running his fingers along the raised welts he was creating. Your body jerked forward and you yelped in pain as he slapped you with his hand, irritating your backside further.

“Loki, please!” you shrieked, begging for reprieve. The leather cracked against your skin before it vanished, and he dragged you to sit up and straddle him, your skin burning as it rubbed against the fabric of his armor. Your face was streaked with tears, and he raised an eyebrow at you. He cupped your sex, making another wave of heat wash over you.

“Why are you crying when I can feel how soaked it made you?” Loki mocked you, squeezing your throat as a broken moan escaped you.

“Answer me.”

“Because I’m a slut,” you whispered, knowing what he wanted. You were done pushing your luck, and you wanted to be good, not wanting him to inflict any more painful punishment. A smirk pulled at his lips, and he kissed you roughly. Your hands carefully wrapped around his forearm, stabilizing yourself. He held back a smile at the action. It made you seem innocent, and Loki loved your midgardian fragility. He loved the way you gripped onto him, even when he’d just tore your ass up, only making you more clingy and needy for him.

“Do you intend to obey your king now?” Loki asked, bouncing his knee and making you gasp from the friction on your clit, your small hands squeezing him at the sensation. 

“Yes, I’ll be good!” you insisted, pouting your lips for a kiss. Even when Loki was furious, he wasn’t one to deny you of affection. Familiar with what it felt like to be unloved, he never wanted you to feel the same.

Loki’s clothes disappeared with magic, and he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist. You winced at the pressure on your tender skin, and pushed against his chest.

“Knock it off, or I’ll turn you to face the court.” 

You shook your head vehemently, wanting to hide in him. You knew he was going easy on you now, and you didn’t want to ruin it. You hid your face in his neck, leaning into his chest. You knelt above him, and you felt his tip brushing through your soaked folds, jumping as he came into contact with your nerves.

Loki sank you down into him, holding your hips and guiding your movements. Your head rested on his chest and he bounced you on him with rough thrusts. You whined into his shoulder as he rubbed your nerves, building pressure in your abdomen. You dragged your nails down his back, your body tensing and heat started to spark through you. 

You were close to your orgasm, but Loki had other plans for you, none of which included letting you come. He was proud of how well you’d taken the punishment up to this point, but he wasn’t finished with making you learn a lesson.

Loki pulled his hand from in between you, thrusting all the way into you and holding you still on him. You squealed and writhed on him, trying to get some friction. He didn’t have it, and you were forced to hold still with his thick cock buried deep inside of your throbbing heat.

“Be good!” Loki snapped, and you yelped as he slapped the side of your thigh in warning. You realized he hadn’t gone easy on you, and was now going to edge you on the throne while everyone watched.

Once the burning in your nerves subsided, he rocked you against him again, building the pressure back up. Every time you made a noise you were rewarded with a red handprint on your thigh, the pain sending shocks through you and pushing you further toward the edge.

“I’m going to absolutely ravage you,” Loki growled into your neck, making your eyes roll back and a grin pull at your lips.

You had gotten exactly what you wanted, but now you were desperate for the release you craved. 

“Loki, please let me-” you were cut off by a particularly rough thrust upward, making him smirk.

“Let you what, darling?” He teased, slamming into you every time you tried to speak. He edged you for nearly an hour before he finally decided you’d had enough. You had been good, taking it without complaint, other than pathetic whimpers that echoed off the golden ceilings. 

You were aching and throbbing, every small touch making you writhe at his fingertips. Loki knew your limits, and he was pushing them, watching your eyes turn glassy. He’d sank into your mind, filling it with images, memories, of him railing you and making you come a thousand times over. His sick use of magic only made you melt more, completely pliant to all of his demands, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

You were unable to sit up off of him or speak, only making soft breathy pleads. Your body shuddered from the stimulation, and you sobbed weakly when he finally let you orgasm. You involuntarily jolted in his arms, a low whine humming through your chest. Waves of exhausting ecstasy crashed over you, the hour of edging turning into a powerful release.

Loki let you catch your breath for a minute before sliding out of you, easing you to rest on his lap. The subjects in the throne room looked away, knowing better than to continue watching when Loki was finished punishing you.

He wrapped you in his emerald cloak, concealing your exhausted body. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you out and back to his chambers. The silky fabric was cool and smooth against your abused skin, and you relaxed into his arms.

“Are you still mad?” You whispered into his chest, your cheek resting against his cool skin. Your head was cloudy, and your thoughts were unclear, needing Loki to reassure you that it was over.

“No, my darling. Never with you,” he kissed you lightly, bumping his nose against yours. You tightened the green silk around you, and he smiled into your hair as he sat down with you curled up in his lap.

“Was that all just to get my attention?”

You nodded shyly, embarrassed that he saw right through you.

“If you want pleasure, you need only ask me, I will be more than happy to give it to you.” 

Loki was no longer teasing or mocking you, and he gently tilted your chin up so you were looking into his deep green eyes. You nodded, and he kissed your rosy cheeks. 

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[bobaji]

request: toxic traits.

+ Can I request genshin men (childe, zhongli, xiao, diluc, and any other of your choice as toxic boyfriends plz? I'm a masochist like that + just toxic relationships, controlling, possessive yandere, mean doms etc + Not neccesarily nsfw, but if you want to add it I'll be happy with whatever!

note: i deviated from this request just a little bc it felt easier to write this way. hope you don't mind!

note 2: this doesn't contain any smut but i tagged it with dark content simply because of the nature.

childe.

childish.

he never takes anything seriously. if you're having a bad day, he takes any opportunity to "lighten the mood". he cracks jokes and ends up making a mockery of your pain. you can try all you want to explain to him what he's doing wrong but he really doesn't get it. he's just trying to make you feel better??? he just can't read a room.

self-centered.

additionally, if you try to call him out on the negative way he makes you feel, he turns it around to make it about him. he made you cry because he made a bad joke? well, why can't you see he was just joking. you're being dramatic and now he feels bad. he always figures out a way to make himself the victim, only thinking about himself.

zhongli.

controlling.

he's a god. despite the fact that he is playing human now, he still retains that need for control. this is especially true for money. if he thinks you shouldn't purchase something, he won't let you. if you do buy something he thinks is stupid, he makes sure you know and that you feel bad and silly for the purchase. he expects you to do everything he tells you to do, no matter how unreasonable it is. and he has very little tolerance for mistakes.

manipulative.

he is unintentionally manipulative. he doesn't realize he does it. additionally, he will gaslight you if you try and call him on it. he makes sure to tell you he thinks it's silly, the way you get all worked up over the things he says. if you don't like it, then why do you listen? he doesn't listen to everything you tell him, why can't you do the same? he doesn't understand the power difference between the two of you -- he is so obviously in charge, that it's almost impossible to not bend to his will.

xiao.

stubborn.

he's set in his ways. he has lived so long without worrying about others, he refuses to start now. he doesn't work on himself and chooses to live the way he does, no matter the effect on his loved ones. you knew what he was like going into the relationship, he expects you to always accept him. it's your fault if you expect more out of him than he can give. not that he would even try.

unaffectionate.

he doesn't see a need for affection. its such a human thing, something he doesn't need or understand. thinks it's annoying when you try to hold his hand or when you cuddle up to him in bed. if you wanted someone affectionate, then you picked the wrong one. and since he's so stubborn...he won't ever change.

diluc.

neglectful.

he can go long periods of time without so much as thinking of you. he lets you do what you want and doesn't really care. especially if he's preoccupied with his job or protecting the city. it gets to a point where you start to feel like he doesn't love you -- doesn't care about you. there's not much you can do about it, even if you sit him down to tell him how you feel, it just goes in one ear and out the other.

selfishly needy.

on the flip side, he expects you to be there and available whenever he does decide he wants you. and if you aren't, he gets upset and angry. it really isn't fair but he doesn't get that. he never understands it. after all, you begged for his attention for weeks and now you won't even make time for him? he doesn't understand just how hypocritical that is. he just expects you to be there when he wants you but doesn't care if he's not there when you want him.

kaeya.

condescending.

he does it at the most random times. you could be venting to him, in tears because you had a rough day and he'll break out "oh? you had a bad day? that sucks..." in the most infuriating, condescending tone that just makes you feel like he views you problems as silly in comparison to his. if you mess something up or get something wrong, he whips it out then too -- making sure you know he thinks you're stupid or beneath him.

unsympathetic.

in addition, he just really can't sympathize with your problems. either he doesn't care or he just doesn't get it. he refuses to understand either way. when you tell him about how you boss made you feel like shit, he just shrugs and asks what the big deal is. or if you're exhausted and near tears, he just shrugs it off and tells you that you're making a big deal out of nothing.

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[lemons3ason]

Jealous Gorilla (Smut)

(Kojiro Nanjo x Reader)

*MINOR PLS DO NOT INTERACT*

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You could barely breathe with his thick cock ramming and stretching your wet cunt, the burn of your walls stretching to fit his massive size was painful enough to feel good in a twisted sort of way. If your hips dared to shy away from him, his large hands would grip the fat of your ass and pull you right back onto his length that you so ungratefully removed yourself from. Kojiro had never been this rough with you before, it was thrilling yet terrifying in a way, all over some praising for the younger skaters. It wasn’t your fault that Langa was so handsome and talented. That Reki was such an exceptional craftsman when it came to boards and his adorably contagious smile. That Miya was so mischievously cute and needy when it came to affection from you! Or that Shadow’s tongue piercing and make up skills were to die for! It was just harmless praises between friends why did it bother him so much.

“J-Joe...ngh...I-it’s to much. To deep.”, you whined, your thighs trembled with each grind his veiny member made against the special soft spot inside your pussy.

You cried out to the sudden stinging pain in your ass and looked over your shoulder to see his face darkened in an angry scowl. Soft whimpers escaped your lips as the hilt of his cock finally brushed against the entrance of your filled pussy. A ring of your lewd cream coating the base of his cock as one final thrust planted his cock deep inside your core, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as you came over his fat member.

“Who said I gave you permission to cum? Giving everyone else attention except me, who do you think you are ignoring me all day? Remember I’m the only one that can fill you up like this, that can make your belly swell when I’m inside your pretty pussy. So tell me why you’ve been ignoring me and flirting with all the other boys.”, Joe growled slapping your ass again since you had dared to move your hips.

You were simply being a brat, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that unless you wanted to call out of work for the next month. You had to think of a believable excuse that would make his affectionate side come back to spoil you. Despite the sting of his cock stretching you, you moved your hips all the way back until your ass pressed against the bottom of his abs and softly rolled your hips as tears spilled from your eyes. Your body shook making him feel guilty for making you cry and when your tear filled half lidded eyes turned back to look at him he felt his cock twitch as you softly whined, “Because you’ve been choosing your fangirls over me. You ditched our date the other day, forgot my birthday yesterday, and ignored me as you wrapped your arms around your fans when we got to S. You don’t love me anymore, you haven’t said it for the past week and my hearts so full of love for you but you don’t want it so I gave it to the boys since they seem to appreciate me.”, you cried wiping your tears away hoping that your acting was enough to convince him. Joe turned you over on the bed and looked down at your tear stained face in pure agony, your bullshit explanation had worked, he kissed your tears away and moved your legs so they would wrap around his waist while his angry dominant daddy persona melted away and returned to his soft daddy routine. He pulled his cock out of your pussy making you whimper from the empty feeling, he had to make up for being rude to you.

“Really love? You made me jealous because I made you jealous? Oh (Y/n), of course I love you. I love you so much, I can’t believe I did that to you.”, Joe frowned kissing your lips sweetly until you began to giggle against them, once he had you smiling again he decided to softly pound your pussy until his love for you was overflowing, “Hold onto me baby, I’m gonna pound you nice and slow okay?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck as he once again bottomed out in you. His hips got straight to work, gently thrusting his cock into you as it rubbed all the right places. Your toes curled in pleasure and squeals and moans poured out of your mouth like music. Joe smiled and attacked your clit with his rough fingers while whispering sweet words and compliments into your ears. “That’s it beautiful Angel, take me just like that. Stretch that pretty pussy for me all you want and don’t you dare forget how much I love you. I love you so much (Y/n), I only want you. Want to fill you up and put a little skater in you, wanna pound away into your cunt even as your swollen with our first baby. Do you want that?”, Joe asked sweetly suckling your breasts in an attempt to win you over.

Your overstimulated mind could barely produce a proper sentence but one simple nod was enough to tell your jealous lover what you wanted. The grip he had on your thighs would leave bruises, no doubt about that, but it still felt tender and sincere since he held you carefully in his strong arms. Soft praises and sweet ‘I love you’s left his lips making you kiss him to swallow up each word. His hot tongue against yours as his big cock rearranged your insides was wonderful. With each thrust into your gspot you came closer and closer to cumming, your walls now used to the gaping size his cock left them, he was to perfect for you.

“J-Joe...-“

“N-no baby. That’s not my name, not to you. Come on my little amore, call me by my name.”, he purred softly.

You panted for breath as his cock rammed into your plush swollen walls, he fit so snug inside of you, “K-Kojiro.”, you moaned wrapping your legs around his waist as your orgasm neared.

His name spilled from your swollen lips, each ram of his cock making you see stars. He smiled down at you, petting your sweaty bangs out of your face to enjoy the full glow of your orgasm. He groaned against your neck, your walls became unbearably tight over his thick member pulling his orgasm right out of it, he moaned loudly into your ear gripping your hips to keep you in place as he filled you to the brim with his seed. Your legs shook, your back arched off of the bed, and your moans practically became screams of pleasure as your own orgasm splashed against Kojiro’s pelvis. He smirked seeing your pretty little cunt squirt and attacked your clit with his fingers to pull the most of your orgasm out of your tiny body. Once you had finally collapsed to the mattress he kissed your face sweetly apologizing again for making you feel neglected.

“You did wonderful (Y/n), I’m sorry about hurting your feelings. I love I promise for the next month I’m all yours. Use me as you wish, my beautiful, gorgeous, goddess.”, he hummed against your ear pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek as you panted for breath.

“I love you too idiot, but seriously if you ever do this to me again than I’m going over to Kaoru’s and I’m not coming back.”, you warned reaching your arms out to him for cuddles.

He listened...he listened well because deep down he knew your threats were never empty.

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[spikesbimbo]

Girls need love

Paring: Aran ojiro x f!reader

Summary: having a big mouth sometimes works out.

Tags: fwb to lovers, frenemies tsumu, big bro suna, use of weed, tw: pregnancy scare, soft freaky dom aran, use of word bunny and every other pet name, gives himself a handjob with your hands, daddy kink, cunt slapping (with his dick), oral sex, creampie, squirting,  hurt/comfort <3 , unrequited love

wc: 4.5k words of filthy, tooth rotting smut.

a/n: thank you @explvrer for proofreading!! —part of the Love Club Love Collab !!!!!!!

18+ Minors DNI

The pink and orange was reflected as you looked out the window . The clouds looking like they came out of a painting along with the man next to you. The smoke coming from the back of the car to you as you inhaled the comforting scent, hearing tsumu and suna arguing over who got it next.

Your gaze turned to him. Eyes lingering on his hands gripping the wheel, his arm taking up all the space on the console as you wanted to so desperately hold onto his hand, so warm and comforting as the dirty thoughts rushed into your head.

You softly shook your head, suna tapping you on the shoulder asking you if you wanted a puff, shaking your head again before tsumu said “you should've drove so aran could smoke.” 

“Ay, shut it.” Suna replied, slapping him on the back of his head, as you heard him groan and apologize.

“It's fine, we still got the whole night.” his warm gentle voice let out. The way you pouted “don’t wanna drive.” when you all went out, looking up at him with your puppy dog eyes, immediately saying “ok”.

You took your place in the passenger seat, as usual, grabbing the aux with tsumu quickly whining “fuck no!” because you always played some indie love songs while he was tryna listen to travis scott. 

“What?… Valentine's day is tomorrow, lemme get in the mood. Don't you have a girlfriend, you should understand.” which successfully shut him up for the time remaining. 

It was obvious he doted on you, but they just put it to the back of their head because they did it too. But suna knew what was up, even letting it slip to samu, saying that the way your eyes lit up around him and the way he held you close definitely meant y’all were atleast fucking.

Which was right. 

And he confirmed it when he walked into the same bathroom that he ‘saw’ your legs wrapped around his friend through the crack.

Mumbling out an “oops” as he was about to close the door before he saw you crying, his big brother side coming out as he decided to open the door fully, sitting next to you. 

He understood what was going on as you let it all out while he waited with you, luckily finding out that the test was negative as you finally calmed down, and he kept his word keeping it a secret.

Your eyes turned form the darkening sky to him. His vision was on the road as pulled onto the exit to drop them off. His cool eyes, so formal, contrasting his appearance. The heat in your body rising as your eyes never left him.

Thinking about how it started after one night when you were a little tipsy, seeing girls all over him as they took his precious, well-needed attention from you. Your tiny brain grasping how attractive he was from this perspective as a man and not a ‘friend’ while you watched his teeth shine though his smile 

Admiring his glowing skin under the dimmed lights and his tall big frame towering over yours was all you needed to get on your tiptoes and put your lips on his, the taste of the chapstick being engraved in you memory. It not taking long for his hands to wrap around your waist, picking you up and taking you to the guest room leaving you bedridden for the next day.

Fortunately it wasn't uncomfortable the next morning as you put it in your head, “its only awkward if you make it” . Waking up with a headache, recognizing the bed as his from the times you studied here in highschool. The sheets holding you back as you were borderline tucked in, finally freeing yourself letting them fall off, being stark naked in his room already feeling the pain grown in your tummy.

You just sat on the edge of his bed, holding the sheet to your chest warming your cold body waiting for him to come back. And on queue he walked in, only in his grey sweatpants hugging him just right, trying not to ogle him as he walked up to you, stroking your forehead before handing you an advil.

“You okay?”  He asked, wondering if he was talking about your physical or emotional state.

You let out a forced giggle, “yeah”, trying to lighten the mood as you tired to calm your nerves.

The words “wanna do this again?” slipped past your lips, not realizing you would regret this, falling for him quicker than any other man you've been with. Not knowing just the sight of him would make your knees weak and tremble, not knowing the pain of never being able to take it further.

Not knowing that you’d be crying over him every time you left. Always being a reminder that you were just a ‘plaything’ and he could cut you off at a moment’s notice.

He grinned back, lips turning up as he leaned on his hands to get closer to you “Well... you on birth control?” 

You all got out of his car, chatting a little before they left getting on the train. The words “love you” leaving his lips, voicing it in a friendly way after saying goodbye, and even though it wasnt directed at just you still made your heart race.

You had no claim over him besides the marks you left, the indent being printed skin deep as your nails dug in his flesh. The only remains of the nights you’ve spent together. Waving goodbye as he walked back to you, just you two alone now, the way you wanted it. 

“You wanna spend the rest of the day with me princess?” Already knowing the answer from the way you were squirming under his touch as he smirked, bending down into your ear, his hand resting on your side.

You leaned in for a kiss before quickly pulling away, dragging him to the car with a giddy smile on your face. Wanting him to feel as neglected as you were right now; so what if you havent got rawed for three days, it was a long time when you had someone like him doing it.

“Missed you daddy” you mumbled into his ear, your tone of voice changing to soft and sweet just around him as he started the car, longing to be touched as you clung onto his rough hands that were so soft on you.

His lips hovering over yours, dragging them in as his breath touched yours. “Missed you too baby”. His grip on your hand got tighter, bringing it down to his crotch. “Look what you did to me pretty girl. You know what you're doing with that little pout on your face.”

Your smile was the brightest it had been all day, hearts in your eyes as he drove back to his place, his hand covering yours on your thigh, fingers reaching far past yours as you felt them gripping you, inching closer and closer to your needy little cunt.

Not wasting any time getting inside as you started stripping the instant he closed the door behind him. Throwing off the heavy sweater keeping you warm, pushing him down on his bed as you moved your body, feeling it up in the pretty lingerie you wore just for today. 

“I know you love to show off.” he muttered as you bent over, shaking your ass is his face while he was leaning back admiring his view. “But c'mere sweet girl.”

You did as you were told and almost skipped up to him, wrapping your arms around him. Holding his face in your chest as he started placing wet open mouthed kisses on every inch of skin he saw. 

“jiro, please.” you whined out after your neck was sore from all the attention it was getting, wanting to direct it somewhere else. 

“you want daddy’s dick that bad, princess?”

Just the lewd tease of his voice had your pussy clenching, no shame left in your body as you reached out for him, your newly done nails gently grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. Grip tight as ever, your body so tense from trying to hold self back.

“So impatient baby, you got me for the rest of the night, m’not going anywhere.” He chuckled at your greedy little hands making their way up his shirt. Your lips met his again as his hands gripped onto your ass, sliding his fingers under your panties.

“Wanna make you feel good.” you whispered into his mouth, heart racing as his hands made their way up to your lower back, leaning into him. “Wanna make you cum.” He stopped his hands where they were, his clear eyes meeting yours, face having no shame in sight.

“fuck, baby.” he groaned, his tounge sliding into you mouth, your lips getting more angry at his biting while you palms were running down his to his cock. Your tiny hands wrapping around it though his boxers, running through his head if you knew how filthy you looked right now.

You pulled them down, whimpering at the sight of it already so hard, wrapping your hand around his cock as much as you could, the precum acting as lube. Using both your hands as you started moving them, looking straight at his face to see if you were doing a good job.

“Fuck, you're such a good girl.” he said, his hands resting on your back as you puckerd you lips letting spit fall onto his fat head, knowing he loved how slopy you got him. His breath choking as you moved one of your hands down, caressing his balls. “my good girl.” 

Your wrist getting heavier with each stroke, trying so hard to keep it going because his moans were so heavenly. And the way his cock was throbbing and twitching against your palm only made you grow slicker. Wanting to do your best to prove that you could take care of him, that you were the only one he needed.

“stay there, s’okay i got you.” His hand wrapped around yours, engulfing it completely as he started using yours, moving it up and down, his eyelashes fluttering as he could barely keep them open as you count help but stare, wondering what did you do to deserve a man like him.

His groans weren’t helping your situation too while he was guiding your hands faster as you could tell he was getting closer, squeezing your palm a little tighter with all the drive you had left until he came, thick white ropes being spread onto both your hands. 

Your thighs clenched around his, almost coming with him as a little whine escaped. Eyes rolling back as you grinded against him, leading his big hand up to your mouth, sucking it in as you licked around his dirty fingers. “Fuck youre so wet”

You adjusted yourself, now laying on the bed as you were trying to calm down, leaving you legs open as you twithced under his gaze. “Was thinkin bout you daddy... couldn't help it”

He groaned as his hand moved toward your ankles, holding them up in the air with his strong arms as he rubbed your swollen nub with his free one. Your cries and moans being music to his ears  whiel your pretty body was bouncing under him as his fingers worked their way up into your cunt, you walls pliant around him as you let him abuse your clit, unconsciously letting out lewd sounds.

Your voice is cut as he lets go of them, diving his head right back in kissing your clit. Fucking his fingers back into you, angling them to hit your g spot, the rule in the back of his head that he had to make you come more than him taking over. 

You should be embarrassed how he has you legs spread open with the sound of your wetness, but you aren't, empty of every thought except of him making you feel good.

He knows how you like the feeling of him curling into you after fucking you so many times, knowing eachothers bodies inside and out, but something he can never catch onto is when you squirt.

Always coming as a surprise to him and you. Not knowing what causes it, from it being him bottoming out, to just whispering dirty shit into ear while fingering your cunt. But he loves the look of relief painted on your face, the shame being long gone as you could only feel pleasure with him.

Your mind goes white, orgasm rushing into you while you tried to push his chest away with your feet. Sobbing as his fingers didn't stop, body thrashing. It felt so good, your daddy always making you feel so good.

But he just kept  going, fucking them into you even harder while his tounge flicked up and down on your clit, making you come harder and harder each time, resulting in a mess all over his chest and the sheets beneath you two.

Your blurry vision made out his handsome face, body soaked from you slick, both of you catching your breath as he wiped your eyes before kissing you, knowing how bad you wanted it.

Yes, it was a rule at first that you two wouldn't kiss, or do anything else too intimate, but that went out the window the night he was fucking you chest to chest, forehead to forehad, neither of you being able to resist the urge to connect them. And it hasn't caused any problems, yet.

He pulled back, taking in your appearance, still so needy, Your body adapting to his, as you could last for more than a few rounds now. “What you want doll, gotta tell me.” He looked with lust in his eyes as he waited for the answer, spreading your lips open watching the mess drip out of you.

“Fuck me, please, jiro,” you choked cathing the tears in your mouth, as he was quick to give you want youwanted, after your pretty voicedbegged for it, replacing his fingers with his cock. Resting it on your cunt, slapping your it on your clit a few times to see you squirm before placing his tip inside you.

“daddy s’too big” you whined as you bit down on one on of the fingers you put in your mouth, trying not to wince. You would've thought your cunt would've followed along with the rest of your body, but even when you were a soaking mess it still barely fit.

“Aww baby, but you're dripping so pretty for me, you gonna take it like a big girl?” Your eyes rolling back as he shoved it in more, pushing it back far enough to have you whimpering.

“fuck, sweetheart, so tight,” he groaned with your face in his neck while he was trying to ease you into him. Your whines getting more vulgar by the second, body finally taking him whole as his cock was kissing your cervix.

You wished you hadn't slept with those other guys trying to fill your void, them not even being close to getting you off, just wanting to feel someone's. Not knowing you prince charming was right in front of you all this time. 

 Did you regret the guy you lost your virginity to? no. Was he a bad person? no. Did he fuck you right...no. But at least you were slightly experienced, wanting to do your best to please him. Worried that he'd get tired of you one day and find someone else.

But he made you feel it all over again, the way his cock stretched you out as he gently worked his way into you. His vision shaking as his thrusts get rougher, your trembling arms reaching up for him as he just ignores them. 

“My sweet girl sounds so pretty when they're getting fucked.” he muttered holding back a groan, his thrusts getting faster as he knocked the breath out of you along with the word “my”. The possessive claim had your mind spinning while your hands gripped onto his skin so tight you know you leave a mark, not wanting to let him go.

“You love this cock?” You could feel him say against your breath, the soft vibrations of his lips catching your moans as you brushed your lips against his.

It didn't take you a lot to admit it, a “-yeah”, quickly escaping from your dry lips, covered in spit, a mix of his and yours soothing them.

“You love the way i'm splitting you open, pretty girl?” 

Getting overwhelmed by the pleasure, your emotions grew with it not being unusual for you to cry while he was fucking you.

 Of course you loved the way you could barely take his cock, the way just looking at it made you mind go hazy. Your legs shaking as you didnt care about trying to control them anymore.  You loved the way that you were the only one who could make him feel this good, doing you best to maintain it that way. 

“Yeah, fuck..L-love you “ you sobbed out, fat tears running down your face, not even registering in your brian what you said until you noticed he stopped his movement. It clicking after his eyes turned from hazy to clear, his expression in shock, only visible to you after all this time you've spent together.

“Fuck” you muttered, tears falling even more as you tried to move your limp body away from him. But he held you still, not pulling out, trapping you as your eyes grew wetter and wetter, nose sniffing from embarrassment.

“What’d you say?,” he asked, moving his body away from you. The feeling of disgust rising in you, hating yourself for letting those words fall from your mouth. The way he pulled away made you crumble, bringing your hands up to your face trying to hide the best you could.

Throat closing, your dry eyes swelling again, “m’sorry … fuck, i didn’t mean to say that aran.”

“hey....angel, look at me.” He said, stalling. Not knowing exactly what to do but wipe your tears, not wanting to see his precious baby upset, breaking his heart to see you so distraught. He stopped after you finally calmed down enough, his thumb still stroking your cheek as he moved your jaw to look up at him.

“Say it again.”

“Wha-” He pressed his lips against yours, “tell me that again, fuck baby. You drive me crazy, you don't know what you do to me. I haven’t been with anyone since we started fucking.”

 Your eyes red as your face slightly twisted in confusion, too tired to express itself fully. “Don't cry.” he whispered, foreheads close again. “it's okay, I got you.”

“C’mon baby, just tell daddy what you want and i'll give it to you.” he said, edging you on, wanting to prove it to you in the only way he could.

“w-want...you daddy” you mumbled after some time, wiping your eyes as your head was still tuned into your arm.

“Good girl” he muttered. “I'll make it all better.” his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to keep your eyes on him. “all you have to do is cum on my cock, you can do that for me, right?”

“yes, daddy." the only words to leave your lips as you try to be on your best behavior, knowing that bad girls didn't get daddys dick or get to cum. 

“still so tight, bunny.” He said, pushing himself into you again, lips besides your ear wanting to let you know good you made him feel. “already creaming on daddy’s cock”

“Who’s is this baby?” The question sinks into you along with his hands as his fat cock is splitting you open, his thumb tracing circles on your clit. Face flushed with a newfound pride growing along with the burning feeling under your skin. “Yours jiro, belongs to you daddy.”

“That's my good girl,” he cooed, kissing you open mouthed on your lips, lingering there before he pulled away. Your heart swooning at the affection and attention. He still fucks into you hard, his hands feeling up every inch of skin on your body, stopping at your soft tits, pinching your nipple as you whined out. 

“Look at you,” he huffed out, “Brain not working huh? You like my cock that much, sweet girl?”

“Y-yeah, like it... like you” you mumbled out, your words being slurred as you feel the heat rise with every stroke.

“I know sweetheart. Is that why you’re drooling all over the place? Does it feel that good, bunny? Having my cock inside you?” he smirked as a groan escaped his lips, slowing down making sure to hit every spot.

He drags out of your throbbing cunt so painfully slow, forcing you to feel every inch of him. His hips angling different, fucking you rough as thrusts back in just as slow, teasing. He pulls you closer, his cock pressing against your cervix

“Yeah, daddy loves you and this tight little pussy too.” His deep warm voice making you melt, your cries growing more erratic after every word left his lips. 

“Jiro, daddy wa- wanna come… together” you sniffled out, swearing you could feel the tip of his cock against your womb. 

“Yeah baby? You sound so pretty wanting me to stuff you full.” Your parted lips, eyes struggling to remain open, letting out silent moans as he was taking it all in, his ego rising knowing that he was the one who had made you like this.“don’t worry, sweet girl, daddys gonna take care of you, as always. just lay there pretty.”

“Ple-, p-please.” you begged, voice trembling, tears rolling down your cheeks as you clung onto him. He brought your legs up and pushed them towards your chest, folding you in half, as you tried to find a new place to place your hands.

“Wanna- cum, ple” you hiccuped, nodding off into the kiss. Mind in a whole new world body going limp again as he grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck hanging on there, wrists stuck together as his head is so close to yours.

He’s mumbling out some nonsense as you can feel him starting to throb inside of you, kissing up your neck until he’s tugging on your lips.“You gonna cum again, give me one more?”

You can’t even respond, letting out some deformed moan, because if it wasn't obvious your pussy belongs to him, you belonged to him.

You came together, feeling his cum rush into you nonstop, so hot. His cock jerking inside your soft body. Keeping his eyes on you loving how your thighs twichted and fluttered, his hand resting on your back arching as you let out your final cries.

You feel so weightless, the only thing keeping you grounded is his hands on you, his mouth on your cunt, not even realizing he pulled out, licking it up wanting to show you how pretty the mess you made was.

He comes back up to you, knowing that you wanted to be kissed and coddled as your emotions were foggy. Opening your lips with his thumb, his tongue covered in your cum making its way inside your mouth as you easily accepted it. His hands wrapped around your jaw as he finally broke free.

Your whole body was sensitive, so sore after being with him but this time even more, whining as he laid you beside him snuggling into his arm. He just chuckled, before giving you a gentle hug, already tired.

“You wanna wash up?”

You hide your face in his arm, using the cool feeling of the room as an excuse.“no, dont pull out.”

His laugh was soft as he turned you two onto the side so he could face you. “You’re so spoiled.”

“I wasn't lying earlier… I, love you.” He said, the weight on his chest feeling burdensome that he made you feel like this for so long. You stopped moving completely along with the hand resting on his chest. You turned and looked into his eyes.

“Well, why the hell did you say anything!” you pouted as you turned your messy worn out head towards his.

His mouth opening to apologise but you got to him before he could get a word out, kissing him so hard,that he couldn't breath. Your body now on top of his, your whimpers from his cock nudging inside thinking he’s being eaten alive, never wanting something more.

You finally give up as he turns disgustingly sweet, cupping your cheeks as he keeps pecking your entire face, staring at you like you were the only thing in the world, making you breath hitch. “I love you, too.”

“Baby?” he asks quietly after you two just laid there for what felt like hours. His hand tracing patterns all over you from your neck down to your back. “You here?”

“Yeah” you lied groaning out as you rubbed your eyes that you could already tell were swollen.

You looked up at him, his hand pulling your head into his chest, realizing he must've put the blanket over you two, feeling so comfy again that you were nodding off. “Hold on baby, lemme ask you something.” he chucked out sttoking your forehead

“Wanna be my valentine?”

You nod the fastest you have your entire life, a fat smile appearing on your face as you hid into the comforter as he let you cling to him all night, never being able to say no to you.  You breathing growing quieter and quieter until he can barely hear it, and that's when he can finally rest too. You loved him and he loved you.

#dont @ me idk how to finish fics #aran ojiro #aran x reader #aran ojiro x reader #aran x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq smut #hq imagines #cw: pregnancy scare

[yaoiaddict00]

Yoosung has a cute tiny dick that I would like to suck on like a lollipop. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

Purely smut, absolutely no plot

Yoosung x Fem reader

I didn’t proof read as always so sorry for any errors

His whimpers and uneven breaths filled the room, mixing with the lewd sounds of your mouth swallowing his cock. He bit his bottom lip trying to keep the noises desperately trying to escape inside of him but with little success. The heat between your legs becoming more and more unbearable. Yes, he had eaten you out and fingered you, bringing out two orgasms before you were even allowed to touch him, but that didn’t stop your needy body from earning for the real thing. He was not big by any means, but it didn’t really matter to you. Having him inside you was enough to bring a knot to your stomach and a tingle to your whole body. His dick began to twitch in your mouth indicating he was close to his end. His shallow breaths desperate for his release, but you had to hold him off, just a little longer. Your head rose off his cock and a pained whimper left his mouth. You whipped your mouth, clearing it of your saliva and his pre cum while making eye contact with him. His eyes half lidded and mouth now open taking in deep, quick breaths.

Even through his clouded eyes you could see his confusion. Normally, you would let him come when he was this desperate. Normally, after two orgasm you were too tired to continue and would just make him cum and then fall asleep afterwards. Normally, you weren’t this cruel. But he had been so unfair lately. Playing LOLOL in his free time, ignoring your advances. You were becoming impatient, wanting his attention and love. So, when he walked through the door of your shared apartment, dropping his bag and taking his shoes off at the door, you pounced. He couldn’t ignore you when he saw you in nothing but his favorite jacket, lower lips glistening from the thought of him being inside you. He realized just how much he had neglected you in that moment and he made it his mission to make it up to you. Even in this moment, when his dick was aching, the tip angry and red.

You brought your face close to his, feeling his hot breath on your cheeks. Your lips connected in a weak, sloppy kiss as your legs moved to the couch, one knee on either side of him. Lowering your hips to bring on his dick, wanting some sort of friction to relieve the building tension in your pussy. The second you rubbed against him, hot semen shot out of his cock and onto your lips and his stomach. He whined at the pleasure but you didn’t stop. He squirmed from the discomfort and tried to push you away. You resisted at first but eventually pulled back to look him in the eyes. His chest heaved trying to recover. Your hands cupped the side of his face and made him look you in the eyes.

“One more time?” You asked, but you both know it was more of a statement. His hips squirmed in disagreement but his head just nodded silently. How was he to deny you of what you wanted. He had done that enough the past few weeks, he couldn’t do it anymore. You grabbed his semi hard dick and pushed it inside of you, not giving it a chance to fully soften yet. His warm inside you caused a moan to rip through your throat, feeling full of the person you loved so much. Not wasting a moment, you raised your hips and slammed back down, a loud whimper erupting from his mouth. His cock starting to harden again as you rode him, pulsing from the overstimulation and aching from sensitivity. The sound of skin slapping encoded in your ears and your head filled with the sounds of your lover. He tried desperately to hold on until you finished, to keep his hips still and hands from pushing you off him or farther on his dick.

The knot in your stomach began to tighten and tighten and tighten. His tip hitting just the right stop in your core, pushing you over the edge until… His hips thrusted upwards as your orgasm took over. Your body giving out and falling onto him, shaking from the stimulation and from the push of his hips carrying your through your orgasm and bringing his own. Once you felt the warm liquid fill your insides, everything stopped. The only sound in the room was yours and Yoosungs pants and quite pleas for air. Happiness filled you when his arms wrapped around your waist and you felt his lips in your neck. After this tiring session, maybe you could convince him to cuddle instead of playing video games.

#yoosung kim #yoosungmysticmessenger #yoosung #smut #mystic messenger smut #mystic messenger #mysme saeyoung #mysme smut #yoosung route

[patchworkpuzzle]

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 2.6k

paring: Kirishima x f!Reader

warnings: lots of biting, marking, lots of dirt talk (like I went crazy it seems), like one spank, rough sex in general

authors note: um hi again. So I really liked how I did my gift to Emme and figured I would keep on that gift train and write a fic for another sweetheart Miss Moo! ( @eyebagsbutglam ) so I hope she likes it and hope all you guys do too! 

“Ah! Eji please! Slow down!”

You whimpered out, clawing at Kirishima’s shoulders to help ground yourself from the overwhelming pleasure that was being brought upon you. His hips that kept crashing down on your backside at an alarming rate was telling you that he had no intentions to listen to your cry any time soon.

He was ravenous.

He was like that the moment he walked through the door. You couldn’t quite understand why that was. Maybe it was a really long and tough day, maybe someday said something that irked him, or maybe he just simply wanted you so badly it hurt, and he just had to act on those urges the moment he saw you.

You would guess the latter with how hungerly he claimed your lips the moment you greeted him. And how he just kept devouring every part of you, barely letting you catch your breath or understand any reason as to why. And maybe that was his design. Maybe he just wanted to consume every part of you and wanted you to submit to that; willingly or not.

Kirishima would tell you later the reason why he was being so possessive. Why he was so feral with how he was making love to you right now; never letting up for even one second despite your pleas of a slight reprieve. To simply put, it all boiled down to being pent up.

Not sexually, no. The sex life he shared with you was very active and he certainly had no complaints whatsoever. No, it was a type of jealous rage that started within him as a slight simmer, and before long it boiled over and out of control.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the leers strange men would give you as you walked hand in hand on the street. Couldn’t take the sly comments his coworkers, fellow heroes mind you, would let slip passed whenever you would drop something off for him. And certainly, the line was drawn when one of your coworkers, some wannabe Don Jaun, put his arm around you at one of your office’s functions. The words he whispered, which Kirishima himself couldn’t hear, made you blush scarlet as you pushed him away playfully and gently chided him was all the proof that Kirishima needed. Your co-worker wanted you, and badly.

And that’s when everything bubbled over.

But Kirishima didn’t act on it right away. Oh no, he just simply chuckled along as he pulled you back to him. Never letting you go too far after that. He couldn’t blame you; it wasn’t your fault that you were so beautiful and so very lovely. That you had such a sweet presence to you, with a dazzling smile to match, that people couldn’t help to be drawn to.

It was what drew him to you after all. And he was so thankful for it everyday when he came home to you, kissed you honeyed lips, got to hear your sweet voice say his name. He got it, totally understood why people acted the way they did. It was just when people drew that line that made Kirishima want to show all of them who you belonged to.

And that was exactly what he was doing right now. The moment you got into arms reached his true colours were brought forth. One of his rough hands immediately went to the back of your head to pull you into a heated kiss, one that he dominated. His tongue entered your mouth when you gasped in surprise at the suddenness of it all.

 His towering frame made it easy for him to trap you against the nearest wall, continuing his assault on your body in the ways he saw fit. Groping your chest through the fabric of your light cotton shirt, feeling your nipples get hard under his palms, as he slid a knee between your legs.

All you could do was whimper, breathlessly moan out when he pulled away from the kiss, as you tugged his hair harshly in one hand. The other held onto his shirt tightly to help keep you in reality. A loud yelp shot out your mouth as you felt a sharp pain at your shoulder, one so loud you covered your mouth.

That didn’t go over well, with Kirishima ripping your hand away with a growl and pushing on your core with more pressure as he stared into your eyes. You felt small under his gaze, almost helpless as you felt your hips start to gyrate on his thigh. A shiver running down your spine at this new, more dominant, side of your boyfriend.

 “Don’t you dare hide any sounds; you hear me?” Kirishima growled, the low timber to his voice was making your knees weak “I want to hear it all. Want them all to hear it.”

You nodded your head, swallowing thickly as you watched him lower his head again. Licking up the column on your neck before finding that weak spot by your ear and taking a bite. The sharp ache returned, only to turn dull and more bearable when his tongue soothed over the tender spot.

His sharp teeth mapped all over your neck and collar bone, leaving behind red angry marks; some that were already turning purple. No place left unmarked as he continued his downward track, ignoring your wobbly legs and whimpers as you tried to stay upright when he ripped the flimsy material of your shirt off of you to get to more of your chest.

Not even taking a breath, or allowing you to take one, before his assault continued onto your pert breasts. One nipple being bitten, and sucked harshly, before he moved to the next one. The neglected one would never be left alone, as his large hands would grope and tug. All ministries done to hear more of your broken moans.

And moan you did. You couldn’t help it. He was toying and playing with you so wonderfully, so roughly. The drastic change from how he would normally kiss and caress your skin was making your head dizzy. The rough pleasure, that almost bordered on pain, was something so divine that you couldn’t help but want more.

“Bedroom.” You whispered out, tugging his head up and away from your chest “Take me to the bedroom.”

It was a command, though it was masked so prettily that Kirishima couldn’t help but oblige. Lifting you up by your thighs, to force your legs to wrap around his waist. Kirishima wasted no time in rushing to your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed and enjoying the squeal you let out when you bounced on the soft mattress.

“Come here, baby. Wanna mark those pretty legs of yours too” Kirishima licked his lips as he tugged on your legs. Pulling you to the end of the bed before ripping your jeans off your legs.

Your breath hitched as his lips tickled your ankle, watching a wicked smirk play across his handsome face as his eyes turn darker while gazing down at you; like a predator would with his prey. And you had no qualms being his prey as you leaned back on your elbows to watch him slowly make his way up the length of your leg.

Letting out little mewls of pleasure whenever he would nibble a spot before soothing the sore skin with his warm tongue. Your hips twitching in place, you were trying your hardest not to move so much but couldn’t help it. You were getting needy, wanting him to hurry up and touch you properly.

“Needy baby, aren’t you?” His dark chuckle accompanied by his fingers lightly brushing your soaked panties made you whine, hips trying to chase the fleeting touch for more.

“Please, need more!” You whine, lips unconsciously pouting as you lay fully down onto the bed “Want you to touch me more….”

“Such a good girl, aren’t you? Telling me what you want, want me to play with this pretty pussy, huh?” Kirishima spoke slowly, pulling your panties down your legs, groaning at the sight of your glistening folds.

You mewled when you felt his fingers run up and down your folds, his other hand coming down to rest on your pelvis to keep you in place. Rough, thick fingers, slowly rubbing your clit before dipping down into your core. You let out a choked moan when you felt his fingers enter you. They were so thick, much thicker than yours, that you adored the stretch they provided to your gummy walls.

“Always so tight for me, aren’t you baby?” Kirishima groaned, pushing more on your pelvis as he sped up his motions. Enjoying the way you cried out and tried to move away from him “Such a perfect pussy, and it’s all mine isn’t it?”

You could only wail and the sudden onslaught of overwhelming pleasure of his digits positioning into you at an alarming rate. Your orgasm was being built up so quickly that you couldn’t think straight, eyes crossing and back arching as the coil was starting to break.

“Hey!” Kirishima pulled his fingers out, much to your disappointment as you sobbed out for him to not stop. A harsh smack was brought down on your thigh “When I ask you a question, you answer me, got it? And only good girls who act right get to cum.”

He brought his hand back to lightly run up and down your folds again, ignoring your clenching hole and you mewls that were asking for more. He rubbed on your clit lightly for a brief moment before pulling away entirely. Standing upright he threw his shirt over his head before he started unbuckling his belt.

“So, let's try that again.” Kirishima licked his lips at the sight of you looking up at him, doe-eyes looking so sweet and innocent as they tried not to stare at the tent that was now present in his jeans “This pussy is all mine, right? You’re all mine?”

You nodded your head, a meek little ‘yes’ escaping from your lips as you sat up to rub his bulge. Biting your lips as you looked back up at him, feeling yourself getting wetter at what was to come.

“All yours Eji, no one else’s” You whispered, bringing your hand higher to help him tug his jeans and boxers down.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Kirishima chided, moving your hand away from touching his weeping cock “Can’t wait any longer, gotta fuck my girl right now.”

You eagerly nodded your head as you quickly moved up the bed to nestle yourself in the pillows. Letting out a playful giggle when Kirishima followed suit, grabbing hold of her leg once more and kissing you knee before settling it up on his shoulder.

“Gonna fucking wreak you baby” He groaned, rubbing his blunt tip up and down your folds to coat it in your click juices.

You let out a mewl, that quickly turned into a groan, as you felt him enter you. The stretch was always too much no matter how much he prepped you, you just never were fully ready for his girthy cock. But that was why you loved it so much. You loved the burn and pleasurable pain his cock would do to you, how he would stretch you so wide to force your pussy into his shape.

“That’s it. Take all of it, good girl” Kirishima moaned, teeth grazing your calf by his head as he continued to push more of him into you. Trying to get it all to fit “Such a good girl for taking it all. Keep going….. yeah just like that!”

He let out a long-drawn-out groan when he finally bottomed out, gripping onto your thighs in a tight hold to help bring him down. He didn’t want to end the fun so soon, but God were you tight. You always were and it drove him crazy every time he entered you.

 Your eyes were clenched as you held onto his shoulders, nails making small crescents into his skin as you tried to adjust. After a moment you felt his hand move in between your bodies, the other gripping at the pillow beside your head, as he rubbed small circles on your clit to try and get you to relax a little more.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He praised, his starting to rut slowly “There you, doing so good taking me in this tight cunt. Gonna start moving okay, so hold on tight.”

You barely had a moment to fully register what he said, or fully prepare yourself, when he pulled almost all the way out before slamming right back into you. Repeating the motion with increasing speed and strength that after only a few moments he was slamming down into you at a brutal pace. One so hard that your body kept moving up towards the headboard, and your upper thighs were starting to feel bruised by his punishing thrusts.

All you could do was hold on tight and scream out his name, to babble nonsense as his cock kept hitting your sweets spots at such an angle and speed that your eyes could barely stay focused. If it wasn’t for his constant praise, of him constantly telling you to “keep taking it, yeah keep taking this cock, keep screaming my name baby, let them all know who fucks you this good, no one else can fuck you like me”

It was the dirty talk, the constant filth that was coming from his mouth that made you go wild, made your cunt clench around him, made you gush again and again. And Kirishima knew it too. Along with his vigorous tight circles his thumb kept relentlessly spinning on your clit, the brutal slapping of his brutal hips crashing down into you that just pushed his cock deeper and deeper into you. And his thick cock bombarding your senses as it kept hitting your cervix, causing you to cry out constantly in pleasure even if your throat was getting sore.

“Gonna fuck you so its always in my shape, you would like that wouldn’t you? My cock hungry baby, look at how you scream for it. Am I fucking you stupid, huh? Fucking you so good that you can’t help but cream around my cock?” Kirishima asked through clenched teeth as he tried to hold on until after he felt you cum around him one more time “I know you do baby. Come on, cum around my cock again. I know you got one more in you.”

“S’too much!” You cried out, not bothering asking him to slow down as you knew your previous attempts were futile “Please, want you cum Eji!”

“You want my cum? Want me to fill this pretty pussy up?” Kirishima moaned when he felt you clench at his words, clearly it was getting to you more than he originally though “Come one baby, cum for me. Milk my cock with this tight pussy, come on!”

It only took a few more thrusts before your body was trembling and his hips were stuttering into you. You both cried out as you came crashing down, your gummy walls holding onto him so tight that it was making him whine, as your body convulsed with overstimulating pleasure.

He stayed buried deep within you as you both tried to catch your breath. Petting your hair gently and running a hand to run small soothing circles on your thigh to help you calm down. Once your breathing evened out, he reached under you to pull you up and to his chest.

“Come on, let's go run you a hot bath.” Kirishima whispered, carefully stepping off the bed “It’s what my girl deserves after being so good.”

All you could do was mumble into his neck as your head lulled gently along with his movements, too tired and blissed out to find, or want to find, your strength.

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[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔢 (𝔪)

❥toji fushiguro x fem!reader

❥warnings: size kink, dacryphilia, spitting, squirting, choking, degradation, dumbification, some sadism, humiliation, angst + emotional neglect, he’s kinda mean 

❥word count: 2.3k

note: @villain-hotline​ <3 you’ve already read this but here’s the tag you asked for :3

your eyes sting with bitter tears and your hands tremble when you hear the footsteps to the bedroom, the heaviness in your chest painful. the door opens and your teary eyes lock with toji’s, vision blurred and a thick lump rises in your dry throat as he merely stares at you.

“why are you crying?” so devoid of emotion. so cold. it makes you cry harder and a heavy sigh escapes him, not even bothering to hide the exasperation, as he walks over to the edge of the bed, sitting beside you and reaching out a large hand to grasp your thigh. “y/n. come on,” he pats your chin but you don’t miss the smile tugging at the corners of his lips, the amusement glittering in his eyes. “i won’t know what’s wrong if you don’t use your words.” he always has an effect on you. just those mere words have conditioned you enough to make you squirm, his proud smirk and eyes piercing into you enough to make your panties dampen. “tell daddy what’s wrong.”

you want to be angry at him but even with your chest aching with the dull pain, you can’t help but lean into his touch, eyes falling onto his large veiny hand stroking your thigh up and down.

“you’ll think it’s stupid.” he laughs at your sheepish mumble but he doesn’t assure you as he lifts the hand off your thigh to grab your arm, dragging you onto his lap. and being so much smaller than him, completely engulfed in his broad chest, you can’t really fight back, not that you’d want to.

“do you want me to cheer you up?” a little pout settles on your face when you know that he doesn’t really care, he just wants his fun, but you can’t refuse, not when you’re clenching your walls, your panties growing uncomfortably damp and his hand lingering so high up your thigh it makes your cunt throb.

“yes please.”

you release a breathy sigh, head falling onto his shoulder when he unbuttons your pants, tugging them down slowly to leave you in your damp panties.

“you’re this wet already?” he scoffs, a sneering tone evident as he taps the wet patch, making you squirm and whine as your cheeks burn with humiliation. you love him so much, adore him but toji never makes you feel anything but utterly confused and lost. some days you’re his adored princess and he’ll fuck you till you’re a babbling, drooling mess. other days it’s like you just simply don’t exist.

“toji, don’t tease me.” you whimper but he ignores you, one hand gripping your thigh with a bruising grip to hold your legs open as he grazes his fingers along your clothed cunt. you squirm at his touch, whining as he presses his smiling lips to your neck, kissing the soft skin with stinging bites.

“you still haven’t told me why you’re crying.” toji drawls, raising an eyebrow as he hooks a finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly. strings of slick cling from your folds to the soaked fabric and you sigh at the feeling of the cold air hitting your wet cunt.

“d-daddy,” he looks at you expectantly and the moment tears build in your eyes, he presses his thumb to your swollen clit and slides his fingers along your wet folds, gathering your slick on his fingertips, the pressure eliciting a soft moan. “i-i don’t know if you- if you care about me anymore.” it’s a mistake to search his face for any expression, any semblance of hope or love that he does care because all he does is smile wryly and plunge a finger into your cunt.

the stretch burns, his fingers thick and long, pulling a sharp gasp from you as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“are you feeling sensitive?” he coos, but it’s taunting and cold, making the tears sting your eyes more but all you can focus on is the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt steadily. he rubs against your spongy walls, thumb pressed against your clit as your wetness grows, drenching his fingers with your soft moans and the sinful squelching of your slick filling the room. your skin feels hot, especially with the open-mouthed kisses toji presses along the column of your throat, his other hand pinning you down in place as you squirm on his lap.

“daddy, i just want you to love me.” you whimper and he coos, pouting with faux sympathy.

“you just want me to love you?” he taunts mockingly, thrusting his fingers faster into you. “you don’t think i do enough for you, even when i have my fingers stuffed in your cunt?” you moan when they curl to brush against a sensitive spot that has you clenching tighter around him, but then it stops.

you stare at him blankly, the tears building in your eyes blurring your vision but you can clearly see the smirk on his face, his dark eyes full of teasing amusement.

“w-why did you stop? please-” your pussy throbs with need, walls tightening around his fingers but toji refuses to move his hand, merely shrugging his shoulders.

“fuck yourself on them. if that’s how desperate you are, make yourself cum.” a little whimper escapes you as a tear rolls down your cheek but he still doesn’t move, just nodding as his malicious smile grows and you’re forced to grind your hips against his hand. it’s not the same and it’s humiliating as you’re practically sobbing as you bounce on his still fingers, trying to reach those sensitive spots that’ll bring you to the edge. slick dribbles down his hand and he’s sneering at you, making your cheeks burn with humiliation but you’re too desperate.

“so needy- look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. you’re so desperate to cum, huh?” but he knows you can’t- it’s not enough and even though you’re so close, rutting against his fingers, it’s not the same and you choke on a frustrated sob as you cling to him.

“t-toji, please! make me cum, please, please. need you so bad.” he laughs harshly as you roll your head onto his shoulder, walls squeezing his fingers tight and the heavy pain feels agonising as it wrenches your heart. why can’t he care about you? what are you doing wrong that makes him treat you like this? why can’t you just be good enough that he’ll love you properly, treat you with the sweet love you crave, the sweet love you’ve given him endlessly?

but your thoughts are rushed out of your mind when he grips you roughly, pushing you onto your back against the mattress, three fingers still stuffed in your sopping cunt.

“you’re so fucking needy.” he hisses as he grips the underside of your thigh with his other hand and presses it against your chest. “you can’t even make yourself cum even when you’re fucking yourself on my fingers like a horny bitch in heat. how fucking pathetic.” he spits lewdly onto your pussy, the cold globule making you sob harder but you can’t resist your walls clenching around him as he fingerfucks you roughly. his long fingers reach so deep, curling and rubbing against those sweet spots that makes you gush as he scoffs. “you’re really getting wetter after i spat on you? disgusting.” the humiliating words sting and bitter tears stream down your eyes as you stare at toji, a cold chill running down your spine as you see nothing but sadistic enjoyment etched on his face. his eyes are manic as he watches your pussy suck his fingers back in, coated with a sheen of your slick and wetness dribbles down between your thighs, pooling on the bedsheets below. “are you going to cum? you’re making such a mess- what a sloppy cunt you have.” his harsh laugh rings in your ears but all you can focus on is the rush of pleasure surging through you, clouding your mind as you’re pushed closer to the edge, feeling the heavy pressure build in the pit of your stomach. you know it’s messy, moans and cries escaping you as your teary eyes flutter shut but you don’t expect the spurts of fluid splashing all over toji when you cum. your orgasm is heavy as it wracks through you, your back arching off the bed as your walls convulse around his fingers that fuck you through your high, wetness splashing.

“toji!” you jerk when he slaps your wet cunt, fingers meeting your swollen clit with every slap that makes you moan with pain before finally he steps back, tutting sharply.

you feel hazy and lost, blood pounding in your head and your heart beating against your rib cage when your teary eyes meet his, a grimace on his face with his hand soaked in your wetness.

“you made such a mess.” he sighs, clambering onto the bed and pulling off his t-shirt. you whimper at the sight of his body, broad and muscular, practically caging you in as he leans over you, hands unbuckling his belt. “you have such a messy cunt don’t you? you should be lucky i’m fucking it.”

“i’m sorry.” you murmur tearfully, but you’re not even sure why you’re apologising. but toji doesn’t say anything, instead gripping your jaw forcefully as he presses his lips against yours. the kiss is messy and wet, his tongue forcing itself into your mouth and you shudder as his hand locks around your throat, squeezing at the sides to make you squirm beneath him. he pulls away with a grin, eyes gleaming as they pierce into you.

“just wait till i fuck you stupid.” he growls. a cold sense of fear strikes through you but your thoughts are cut off by his thick cock sliding along your folds. he taps it against your clit to make you whine and as his fingers find their way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to muffle your moans and let the saliva trickle from the corners of your mouth, he slides his cock into your tight hole. it burns- his dick is too long and too thick it feels like you’re being split apart even with the wetness dribbling down between your thighs. he grunts, sweat dampening his skin and hair and head thrown back with pleasure as his other hand presses against your hip, pinning you down flat on the bed as he forces his cock into you.

“you’re so tight- i’m going to ruin this pussy.” he moans. hot tears fill your eyes again and your cries are garbled with his fingers filling your mouth, tears and saliva making a mess over your heated face as your nails rake down his back, piercing into the skin hard enough to draw blood. being so sensitive from your heavy orgasm, you can’t help your body shuddering as the coil tightens in your stomach, his cock brushing so close against your tight walls that they squeeze tight once again, wetness drooling all over him.

“you’re cumming again? already?” toji scoffs, snatching the hand from your mouth and tutting at the saliva drenching his fingers before he presses them to your swollen clit, rubbing slowly to prolong your orgasm. “you’re so pathetic- a dumb cockslut.” you can’t find the words to say anything back, only soft moans escaping you as you’re held in place, mind cloudy as he shoves the rest of his cock in. you’re so full you can’t think of anything else except his dick filling up your pussy, so much bigger and thicker than his fingers. he barely gives you a moment to adjust before he pulls out, leaving your fluttering walls empty just for a moment before he slams back in. the head of his cock almost nudges your cervix as he pounds into you, wetness lewdly squelching and you’re moaning sinfully, drool spilling from your mouth and your eyes growing teary from the sheer pain and pleasure rushing through you. it’s clear he fucks you for his own pleasure, his grunts and groans deep as he pounds into you, watching your pussy suck in his thick, veiny cock and the hand pressed against your stomach keeping you still for him to use you.

“this is all you’re good for, huh?” he sneers. “you’re my good cockslut, right? my little bitch.” it hurts, his words bring fresh tears to your eyes, but they sound so distant like you’re plunged underwater as your head feels so empty with nothing but dizzying pleasure. he groans loud as he presses down on your stomach, the bulge of his cock protruding through your skin as a proud smile stretches across his face. “you look pretty when you cry- i bet it hurts too. i’m surprised a tight little hole like yours can take me so well- i bet you love my cock, huh? say it- say whose little cockslut you are?” he grips your face as you moan, staring into your glassy eyes as he waits for the words to leave your mouth but when they don’t, he just scoffs. “have i fucked you dumb, you slut? you going to cum?” with a few humiliating taps to your face, he grabs your thigh and throws it over his shoulder, the change in angle letting him fuck you deeper. heavy moans escape you, your mind empty as the pleasure builds and with the thumb he presses to your clit, you can’t hold back any longer. the waves of your heavy orgasm crash over you and you’re seeing white as your back arches off the bed, hands grabbing the bedsheets as he fucks you through your high. wetness drips down you and you’re practically crying again as his cock throbs. he releases into you with a deep groan, enough cum that it fills you up completely and you’re left with it leaking out of you in thick globules when he pulls out, panting heavily.

and as you’re left there, a sticky, crying mess with a deep ache between your legs, you realise that you’re not special. toji will never care about you.

#I wrote this ages ago and I really think I got tired by the end and I hate this now bc I realise the toji fic I wrote today is so similar #toji x reader #toji imagines #toji fic #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro imagines #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro fic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fic #jjk imagines #jjk fic #jjk x reader