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step-dad nanami + brat taming 😼?

dark content event!!!

yes yes yes yes yes yes yesyyesysyesy mmm so good mm very tasty idea ily and i got very carried away

nanami + brat taming

tw: nsfw 18+, f!reader, psuedocest (nanami is your step-dad), brat-taming, noncon/dubcon, impact play, power imbalance, mild size kink?, manhandling, fingering, nanami said fuck jujutsu and is a very rich business man au

wc: 1.7k

you knew your mother’s new fiancé was a moderately successful business man, but you certainly weren’t expecting to pull up to a security gate on the day that you moved in with him. a large house constructed with dark-colored bricks loomed over your mom’s dented toyota prius, and you wondered what the hell one lonely man needed all this space for.

the white-haired butler that opened the front door and offered to carry some of your bags seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but scoff at the entire situation. walking onto the pristine and shiny floors in your scuffed up sneakers made you wonder just how your mom had managed to gold-dig her way into this one. either she was terribly convincing, or this guy was horribly desperate — either way you weren’t opposed to reaping the benefits. a butler, a giant in-ground pool, a bedroom that was three times the size of your old one?

yeah, you’d settle in real quick.

and you did just that, taking whatever you wanted and not feeling a shred of guilt for it. this guy, nanami kento, had more than enough money to go around, so why shouldn’t you indulge yourself? why shouldn’t you throw unsolicited pool parties while they’re at work? invite boys over to spend time in your king sized bed? your mom forced you out of your hometown to move in with this rich asshole, might as well make the most of it.

and things were going pretty fucking smoothly if you do say so yourself, or at least they were until nanami caught you sneaking a boy through your window one night.

you thought your were so smart, so slick with the way that you used his house as your personal playground behind his back. but why would he own such an esteemed property and not have security cameras? you weren’t smart at all, in fact you were incredibly, incredibly stupid.

and you’ve been getting on nanami’s nerves for a while, sashaying around the house in tiny outfits surrounded by a horde of immature boys. he’d watch you through the security footage while he worked — blood boiling at the way you flaunted his home as if it were your own.

those boys were never going to be enough for you; you’d walk all over them with your inflated ego and terrible attitude. you needed a man, someone grown, who could put your back in your place — you needed nanami — and fuck, he’d wanted you since the day you walked through his front door. he’d been patient, very patient, but this was enough to snap the thin wire that was holding him back.

he didn’t hesitate to kick the boy right back out the window he climbed through, threatening to call the cops if he didn’t leave his fucking property right now. and then a firm hand was wrapped around your wrist, dragging you up the stairs and into his bedroom.

he gave your arm a harsh tug, tossing your body towards his large neatly made bed. the edge of the raised mattress whacked you in the gut, your face falling forward and mashing into the silky comforter.

“what the fu-,” you snapped your head back to look at him, but were immediately met with a rolled up black sock being shoved into the back of your mouth.

you coughed and whined through the fabric as he grasped both your wrists in his one large hand, his other weaving the leather belt that was previously looped through his trousers around your wrists. he had zero patience for you right now, and he was making that evidently clear.

“i’ve tried to stay patient with you, but you’ve forced my hand this time,” he looked at you with dark eyes, one of his hands undoing the zipper at the back of your skirt.

you tried to kick with your legs, tried to cuss him out through the sock, but it was entirely ineffective, his strong hands holding you down and the cotton preventing a single coherent word from leaving your lips. your skirt was gliding to your feet now, your bare ass exposed and looking nanami right in the eyes.

“sneaking in another boy? how many times should i spank you for that? five? ten? i think ten would be suitable in this situation,” he used one hand to keep you pinned to the mattress, and the other to caress the smooth skin of your upper thigh, “what do you think?”

obviously you tried to reason with him, tell him that you didn’t deserve any spanks, that you weren’t a child, that this whole thing was fucking weird — but none of that made it out of your mouth, not through the soggy sock that was still in your way.

“i’m glad you agree, ten it is,” he gave you a thoughtful look, raising up his hand in preparation to strike you for the first time.

“one”.

his hand swung down with incredible force, a piercing smacking sound echoing through the room as you squealed and kicked under his touch. it felt like a thousand pins piercing through your skin, a blazing fire that burned through his fingers and straight through to your brain.

“two”.

the second smack was brought down with even more strength, your whole body lurching in response to the impact. you still kicked, still fought, still screamed through gag for him to fuck off, but a small part of you was already anticipating number three.

“three”.

the third strike to your backside flipped a switch in your brain, your legs falling limp and your screams replaced with pitiful whimpers and whines. his hand on your skin was starting to hurt so good, bits of the sock becoming trapped in your clenched teeth.

four, five, and six came quickly after, only a few seconds of rest between each of them — and nanami knew that he’d won when your feet began to push up onto your tip-toes, your ass wiggling closer to him as you waited for more.

“you count the next ones,” he reached forward and plucked the disgusting sock out of your mouth, tossing it to the floor and caressing your cheek.

seven came down hard, goosebumps lining your arms as you yelped; your tied up hands grasping at air. a shameful “seven”, rolled from your tongue a few moments later, your shaky voice flooding nanami’s ears.

“good girl,” he cooed, “three more”.

the next three stung the worst, nanami hissing at how badly it hurt his own hand — but your were a lightheaded, dizzy mess; practically drooling on his sheets by the time he was done. you’d done exactly what he asked, taken all ten and even counted out the last four — you were so good for him, and it was so easy.

he helped you roll over onto your back and then slipped his hand under the waistband of your panties, pulling and letting them fall down to your ankles. you’d taken the punishment pretty well, so it was only fair that you were rewarded now.

he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, one of his hands pressing down onto your puffy clit. you knew how inappropriate this was all becoming, but your head was much too hazy to care.

he dipped two of his fingers low, slipping them into your slimy cunt and gently pushing them up inside you. his fingers were long, a sharp whimper flying through your teeth as he curled his fingers against your walls.

what the hell would happen if your mom got home right now? if she saw her soon-to-be husband fist-deep in her daughter?

those were the things you should have been thinking, but they didn’t cross your mind once. how could you care about the what if’s when nanami was stuffing you full with his thick fingers on one hand, and expertly massaging your clit with the other.

no one your age had this experience, and none of the boys you’d messed with had ever made you feel this good with such little effort. nanami was opening your eyes to his expert hands, and you began to wonder how many sorry brats had ended up in this exact spot before. maybe this is what he did for fun — romancing middle-aged women just to prey on their college-aged daughters until they inevitably get caught one day — and then the cycle continues.

but right now, on the edge of losing yourself around his fingers, you didn’t care if you were the hundredth step-daughter he’d done this to — it was worth it.

your walls clamped around his fingers as he thrusted them deeper, his other thumb rubbing hard and consistent circles over your sensitive nub. it was impossible to hold out any longer, the ball in your stomach flying undone as you rolled your hips into his hand and creamed all over his fingers. the room was filled with the prettiest mewls and whines, your body shaking and lurching as he kept feeling you even after your orgasm was fading.

only once you accidentally kicked him from the intensity of the overstimulation did he unsheath his fingers from your cunt, his skin glistening with your fluids. he shoved them into your mouth, your eyes widening as he offered a simple: “suck”.

but you did what you were told, you’d quickly learned that disobeying him would only lead to something worse. he smirked for the first time after he plucked them from your mouth, your lips making a satisfying popping sound.

“never gonna invite those boys over again, right?” he taunted you, an obvious bulge sitting in his dress pants.

you quickly shook your head no.

but if breaking the rules meant this would happen again?

you’d be breaking them every goddamn day.

#dark content mini event #tw stepcest #tw noncon/dubcon #tw impact play #tw dark content #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x fem!reader #daddy nanami #silver.nsfw

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riding getou’s face

t/w: alluding to minor manga spoilers, f!reader, oral (fem receiving), face riding, getou loves to eat, mention of overstim, quick drabble to quench my thirst

getou suguru spends his days choking down curses that leave his mouth plagued with the most vile aftertaste. it’s long and excruciating and he despises every minute of it — and when he gets home he needs something to mask the flavor, something to distract him from the horrors of his technique. and today he decided that was you.

or the slimy folds of your sopping cunt, to be more precise. it took some serious convincing to get his timid girlfriend to climb onto his face and let him have his way with her, but it was worth it. you were such a shy little thing, always so embarrassed when the two of you tried something new.

but suguru would never steer you wrong, never make you do anything that wouldn’t make you feel good — and this time was no different. the mere second that his warm tongue slithered its way around your swollen clit, you were rendered utterly useless. good thing he had his strong arms secured around your back, because you’d be a pile of putty other wise.

your initial timidness flew out the window, high-pitched whines filling the room as you shamelessly rutted your hips against his face. and suguru loves every second of it, lapping and sucking at the sensitive folds of skin around your tight hole, coercing the prettiest moans out of you.

he forgets everything when he’s buried inside you like this, his tongue now shooting past your entrance and licking at the sticky walls. the tip of his nose is pressed perfectly on your clit, providing an added layer of sensation to the pleasure that was jolting through your body. and the wet, squelching noises combined with suguru’s heavy moans and gasps for air are a treat in themselves.

the entire experience is heavenly, but then again everything revolving around suguru was. his followers view him as an unearthly shaman, a god — and you agree wholeheartedly, because nothing in your life has ever felt more divine than his head between your thighs.

in a matter of minutes he has you unraveling, shaking and squirming in his arms while your warm juices flow onto his tongue. he milks your for everything that you’re worth, sliding his tongue in each crevice and lapping up every drop of your luscious liquids. and he keeps at it long past the point of your orgasm, sending your body into fits and shakes as he sucks you into overstimulation.

he just can’t get enough of you — it’s a taste he’ll grow to cherish and the taste he’ll yearn for when he spends his days swallowing bitter curses. the horrid flavor of those wretched beings is enough to make a person crazy, make a person do things they wouldn’t have other wise.

but suguru has something to keep him sane now, and it’s his newfound love to shove his face between your legs.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk oneshot #suguru getou smut #suguru smut #suguru geto smut #getou suguru smut #geto suguru smut #getou smut #geto smut #geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #getou x reader #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #silver.nsfw

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Eren Yeager. Prompt 5. Female reader. 💧

eren yeager + “good girl”

stoner!eren yeager x f!reader

synopsis: you give eren a blowjob while he’s high, and he realizes he wants to be more than friends with benefits

t/w: nsfw 18+, implied drug use (weed), blowjob, eren’s a little impatient and forceful, possessive eren, cumshot into mouth, fwb to lovers?

a/n: eren is so fucking hot,, god,,, thank you for requesting!!

“a little further, baby,” eren’s husky voice threaded through your ears as his hand pressed gently on the back of your head, pressuring you into taking his length even deeper.

you squeezed your thumbs tight in your hands, hoping that the article you read about it turning off your gag reflex was true. and who knows, maybe the article was true to an extent, but no life hack was going to prevent your from gagging when eren bucked his hips up and forced himself down your throat.

you choked and sputtered, slimy strands of saliva stretching from your swollen lips to the reddened head of his dick as you pulled away. eren’s neck was craned back in pleasure, his hazy eyes lusting down at you through a few loose strands of hair.

there was something absolutely intoxicating about eren when he was high — the way his voice got softer but raspier, and his eyes filled with fog. you’d do whatever he asked of you when he was like this, because it was just so fucking hot. the added bonus was the free weed you got at his hangouts now too, because he knew his cock would be fat and warm in one of your holes later that night. this whole friends-with-benefits thing was nothing but a win-win for you.

“keep going, and let me see your pretty tongue,” he cooed, cupping his slender fingers under your chin and pulling you back towards the tip of his member.

you gave him exactly what he wanted, letting your tongue fall from your mouth and lap around his dick in messy circles and quick swipes. eren let out a light sigh, slouching deeper into his seat on the plush couch as you worked from between his legs. every once in a while he’d brush his thumb over your face or mumble back-handed praises about how you were such a good cock-slut for him, sucking his dick like it was a goddamn push-pop.

once he was seemingly satisfied with your licks and laps at the head of his cock, you engulfed his member in your mouth again, the taste of hot pre-cum bitter on your tongue. you picked up a reasonable pace, nothing too harsh and nothing too gentle, just enough to send eren reeling with intensified euphoria.

“so fucking good at this,” he mumbled, eyes batting open as he gave you a stern gaze, “better not be doing this kinda shit for anyone else”.

you paused briefly, shocked by his declaration of sudden exclusivity. the two of you had never put a label on what you had, but you’d subconsciously stopped seeing other guys around the same time you’d met eren. (maybe it was that intoxicating effect he had again, coercing you into reserving yourself for only him). regardless, you weren’t opposed to being committed to each other — he was fun and the sex was great, so why not? fuck it.

“you’re the only one,” you assured him as you came up for air, wrapping your fingers around his balls and gave them a light tug.

eren let out a groan at your words and the sudden dive of your mouth back down onto his dick. so you were exclusively fucking him right now? that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“shit — gonna let me cum in your mouth?” he sucked in a sharp breath as you bobbed up and down his shaft, one of your hands still softly caressing his testes.

you gave him a small hum of confirmation, the vibration from your lips sending fresh waves of heat through his body. you made sure to keep the strokes of your head consistent, edging him closer and closer to his release.

“good girl,” his words fell with a throaty purr, “such a good fucking girl”.

the praise filled your head with smoke, your cheeks getting warm as you increased your pace just a bit. hearing eren praise you without any degrading insults mixed in was a whole new form of pleasure in itself.

after a few more harsh bobs of your head, tongue swirling around the firm shaft, eren could feel the onset of his orgasm, bucking his hips up into your mouth again. you were choking and gagging as he continued to thrust up into your mouth, but it wasn’t his fault you felt so fucking good.

hot, bitter strings of white roped down your throat, lining your esophagus with a thick coating of semen. you fought your way through it, milking eren for every last drop of his juices, and then happily swallowing it right down.

eren nearly lost his mind when he watched you lick your lips, cleaning off any extra semen that may have eluded your mouth. he needed to make it official, whatever the hell the two of you were, because he couldn’t stand the thought of you being such a mess for anyone but him ever again.

#attack on titan smut #aot smut #attack on titan drabble #aot drabble #attack on titan imagine #aot imagines #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #shingeki no kyoujin smut #snk smut #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader smut #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren smut #silver.nsfw

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megumi + gaslighting / iq reduction

pls mr fushiguro, undermine my intelligence every day, purposely keep me unstimulated until im ur dumb, dependent plaything ❤️

a present for you when you get off the plane <3 i took a slightly diff approach to this and i know ur degree is very much not related to science but science is all i know,, so idk,, pretend u were a bio major or something for the sake of this fic okay

megumi + gaslighting/iq reduction

tw: nsfw 18+, f!reader, college-student!reader x professor!megumi, dark content, gaslighting, heavy manipulation, iq reduction, dumbification, slight misogyny?

wc: 1.3k

you still remember the first day of mr. fushiguro’s class, and the way he seemed to pick on you of all people — the way he asked you to stay after class and immediately offered you a position on his team of research students. you remember questioning why he chose you instead of someone else, to which he affirmed that no one had quite the credentials that you did. and you were left wondering how he could possibly judge that on the very first day of classes.

you still remember the first time you showed up to the lab for said research group, the straps of your bag clutched nervously in your clammy palms. mr. fushiguro was a young but incredibly esteemed professor, and this was going to look great on your transcript, so you were nothing but a ball of excited jitters. and you were smart! you knew you’d be an excellent addiction to this team of students, and you were grateful for the opportunity.

or so you thought; but it quickly became apparent that you weren’t nearly as prepared as you thought you were. it seemed like everything you did was wrong — all of your experiment results were compromised, lacked accuracy, and were always rejected. it seemed like all the other students were excelling, and mr. fushiguro loved them — but he was always so frustrated with you.

if only you knew the frustration was a front. if only you realized that every experimental result you got was right, that every answer and every theory you came up with was painfully accurate. if only you knew that your struggles were entirely fabricated by mr. fushiguro and his ulterior motives.

eventually he made the recommendation that you do some remediation with him — a few one-on-one sessions to help sharpen your skills so you can contribute more to his research. so of course you said yes! because you wanted nothing more than to be helpful and you couldn’t understand what you were doing wrong.

so you attended the tutor sessions with your dark-haired professor; but they were less about learning and more about brutal criticism of your skills. mr. fushiguro berated and insulted your intelligence several times, making you falter at his words and wonder what you ever did to deserve to be involved in his research project in the first place.

“i just don’t think you’re cut out for this, ms. l/n”.

maybe you really weren’t cut out for this.

“your lack of skills has surprised me, i can’t say i’m not disappointed in your performance so far”.

you were disappointed in yourself too.

“you’ll have to put in a lot of extra work if you want to stay on the team”.

you’d do whatever it took.

you were always bright, always excelled in your science-related classes, so what was happening to you? why were you the weak link of his research group? why were you on the verge of failing his class? why was everything suddenly so hard?

you didn’t mean to break down in front of him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you choked back sobs and hid your face behind your hands. it’d been building up for a while now: your frustration, your sudden lack of self-confidence, your feelings of inadequacy; they were all overflowing. but mr. fushiguro showed you zero sympathy, staring down at you with icy eyes and not a shred of mercy. you were exactly where he wanted you, and he was about to seal the deal.

“i really expected more from you”

those were the words that broke you in half, your fear of failure becoming all to real in that moment. but his next words halted your tears and created a small shred of hope in your despair.

“but i do want to help you. my door is open to you anytime. i have practice questions and study methods that i’m happy to share with you”.

and so here you were, anxiously sitting at his kitchen table trying to solve a few problems that he’d given you to practice. but you couldn’t seem to figure them out no matter how hard you tried — brain frying as you tried and failed over and over.

but it was all exactly as it was supposed to be — the problems were never solvable in the first place — there were no right answers — they were simply meant to melt your little brain.

you came back to his house time and time again, and each study session was worse than the last. you were never able to figure anything out on your own, you always needed his help, you couldn’t do anything without him.

it was no shocker when you began to admire him, depend on him, feel like you couldn’t do any schoolwork on your own. his months of manipulation were finally paying off, you were finally a dumb little thing who had no self confidence and who was constantly begging for his help. and he was happy to provide that for you, but you were going to have to start making it worth his time — his expert help doesn’t come for free.

you’re not sure what possessed you to agree, to have his cock lodged in the back of your throat while he groaned and leaned back in his seat — but you needed his help, this was just a small price to pay. you’d bob your head and choke on his tip as it pressed into your esophagus as if your future depended on it, because at this point, it kind of did.

but the prices kept getting steeper; eventually a quick blow wasn’t enough to appease mr. fushiguro. he wanted more. if you wanted to keep his help you needed to be face down and bent over his kitchen table — and so that’s exactly what you did.

brain foggy and knees aching your sweaty fingers grasped at the smooth table top as he took you from behind. his strained cock dragged against your sopping walls, your ass nearly bruising from how hard he was fucking himself into you. whimpers and moans overflowed from your lips as your bare tits pressed into empty worksheets — the two of you had completely glossed over the “studying” portion of your night tonight, skipping right to your payment.

you could barely even think straight, your head spinning with endorphins as you cried out in response to the tip of his cock kissing against your cervix. his fingers dug into the sides of your hips, pressing little red circles into your skin from how hard he grasped at you. your were shaking, your entire body pulsing with bliss each time he thrusted up into your cunt.

he was so happy with himself, balls deep inside one of the smartest students who had ever graced his classroom. he’d taken a girl with so much potential it was sickening, and convinced her that she was worthless, reduced her to a less than average student who was desperate enough to take her professor’s cock in exchange for better grades. you were pathetic, embarrassing even, laying here on your stomach and babbling complete nonsense while he filled you up.

all it took was patience and a sprinkle of manipulation to get you like this. to make you a dumb little fuck toy who came to his house several times a week under the guise of getting help with class work.

and he’d keep this up until you could barely even think for yourself — reducing you to a brainless little pet who deserves to be stuffed with cum and nothing else.

you didn’t belong in STEM, you didn’t belong in a university in general — you belonged right here on his kitchen table, your face sitting in a puddle of your own drool.

you were stupid, or at least he convinced you that you were so much so that you actually became it.

#dark content mini event #tw dark content #tw manipulation #tw dumbification #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi smut #fushiguro smut #silver.nsfw

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day shift

pro-hero denki x f!reader

synopsis: you’re stuck working night shift while denki works days. whiny, needy denki is desperate for some action yo

t/w: nsfw 18+, somnophilia, thigh-fucking, handjob, cum shot, consent is implied but not explicitly given, aged-up pro-hero denki, denki does not reciprocate (he’s too tired 🥺)

wc: 1.2k

a/n: woo jade finally posts an actual work!!! it definitely hasn’t been like 5 or 6 days since her last one!!! anyway please enjoy needy denki i would do horrible things for this man

dating pro-hero chargebolt wasn’t exactly easy, but then again it wasn’t easy for any pro-heros to maintain a decent relationship. your job was pretty high maintainece as well, and being able to spend time together was a rare occurrence these past couple months. he was scheduled to patrol the city during the day and you were working terribly consistent night shifts. your interactions have consisted of quick kisses and “have a good day” as one of you enters your shared apartment and the other leaves. it certainly wasn’t ideal but the two of you continued to make things work.

today was the first day in what felt like an eternity that both of you were scheduled to work during the day and you had huge plans for you much desired night together. you imagined getting home a little before him, picking up some late dinner for you both and then finishing off your night relieving some stress in the sheets of your bed. 

but by the time the end of your shift finally rolled around, you were practically a walking corpse, dragging yourself into the apartment and immediately collapsing onto the bed. weeks and weeks of night shift had destroyed your mental clock, and the sudden switch to day shift was a shock to your system. 

you peeled your work uniform off your tired body, throwing your clothes to the floor and curling up under your fluffy comforter — much too lazy to throw on a comfier set of clothes and opting to lay in just your undergarments instead. you told yourself you’d just take a quick nap — a short little power nap — nothing too long — and then you’d finally spend get to some time with your yellow-haired boyfriend. 

but when he arrived home he was in a terribly similar state, body bruised and tired from keeping the city safe all day. the sight of his beautiful girlfriend sleeping in bed was all too alluring, denki stripping himself of his hero costume and climbing in next to you. you were sleeping like a fucking rock, and he was too exhausted to wake you up anyway — plus, it had been way too long since he was able to hold you to his chest. so, he pulled you close and buried his nose into your neck, overcome by exhaustion and drifting off to sleep in only a few mere moments. your apartment was a peaceful place that night, the only sounds being a pair of soft snores and heavy breathing as you slept comfortably tangled together.

it must have been about two or three in the morning when denki woke up again, the sky dark and the roads barren. maybe it was the stress, maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was the fact that he was lying next to you for the first time in weeks, but the strain in his boxers was almost immediate. 

as he slowly became more conscious of your round ass pressing against his clothed dick, he left out a soft whine, pulling you closer and beginning to gently rock his hips against your backside. it felt so good but he kept it gentle and slow, not wanting to stir you out of your much needed slumber. but his movements slowly became more urgent, tiny whimpers and bit-back moans getting pressed into the inside of your neck.

eventually it just became too much, a thin layer of sweat forming over his skin as he clawed his boxers down his legs. he drug his hands down the curves of your body, a sharp breath sucking in between his teeth as the swollen tip of his cock poked against your upper thigh. it felt so good to rub himself against your warm skin, his fingers pressing a little harder into your still-sleeping form.

surely you wouldn’t mind if he put your body to good use while you rested? right?

he pushed his cock between your smooth thighs, beginning to roll his hips in and and out as your legs hugged against his dick. it was nothing compared to your sweet, tight cunt that he was so desperately dreaming of, but fuck if it wasn’t getting the job done.

the way your thighs squeezed his achey member between them was heavenly, and he couldn’t help himself from digging his nails into your hips and letting more strangled whines fly into your ears. between denki’s desperate noises and the feeling of his cock rubbing between your legs, your eyes shot open and you finally woke up from your ever-pleasant slumber.

you stayed still for a few moments, drinking up his high-pitched sounds and relishing in the way his dick brushed against your clothed cunt when he thrusted between your thighs. but eventually you decided that you’d need to help him, shifting your weight and reaching back to grasp the base of his cock before it could disappear into your legs again.

denki’s noises instantly silenced, nothing but small pants leaving his mouth as he looked at you with big, hazy eyes. all you needed to do was give him one glance and a few pumps to his length, and he was rolling onto his back, head thrown back onto the pillow. normally, he liked to be the one who took care of you, always worried about making his girl feel good, but it was obvious that tonight he needed you.

you turned and wrapped your second hand around his member, simultaneously pumping them up and down and losing yourself in the intricate pattern of veins in his cock. the noises denki continued to make were shameful even for him, which was saying a lot, because if the internet ever had the pleasure of hearing his moans, he’d be fucking famous for it. his scratchy, higher-pitched voice formed whines that were nothing short of music to your ears.

it only took a few minutes of handwork to have him unraveling underneath your touch, his legs jerking and twitching as he dove head-first into his orgasm. stringy globs of white doused his chest and abdomen, the excess leaking down onto your fingers. you turned your head over to look at him, a few strands of his yellow hair plastered to his perspired forehead.

“feel better?” you asked, cracking a lopsided smile at him.

“mmm, better,” he gave you a sleepy nod, his exhaustion creeping back into his fog-filled brain.

content with his satisfaction, you pulled yourself out of bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. after getting it you returned to the bed, the sound of denki’s soft snores becoming more prominent as you cleaned the spilled semen off his skin.

you’d be mildly angry about his lack of reciprocation if you weren’t so tired yourself, your body yearning to curl back up under the blankets. plus, you knew he’d be committed to making it up to you in the morning.

you tossed the now dirtied towel limply to the floor along with your previously discarded work clothes, making a mental reminder to pick it all up tomorrow. and then you found yourself tucked back against denki’s side, the onset of sleep flirting with your consciousness. it certainty wasn’t the grand reunion night that you were hoping for, but you were content just existing next to the electrified pro-hero.

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[silversatoru]

just chatted w @arlerted about connie fucking you standing and now i’m nothing but horny for the fucking bald man so here you go

connie fucks you against a wall

t/w: nsfw 18+, female-bodied reader, standing sex, connie likes to be loud, cumshot (plus a very mild facial), streaking? aftercare? idk

connie’s fingers squeezed the underside of your thighs, your skin burning and aching from his tight grip as he held you up against the wall. your shoulder blades rubbed viciously against the cool surface every time he bounced you down on his dick, but the pain was secondary to the blissful feeling of being stuffed full with his cock.

your neck was sticky with his hot breath, fluid pants and throaty grunts falling from his lips to your skin and filling your ears with gratification. connie always makes sure you know how good you feel on his dick, whether it be through the unsteadiness of his breath or the vulgar comments he lets fly from his lips. you never feel like anything less than the most desired person on the planet while he’s fucking you dumb.

he had you propped up at the most perfect angle too, his cock pounding into the back of your cunt with every stroke. he loves to make you scream, clawing at his shoulders and begging him to slow down because your friends are just a few rooms away. sadly for you he could care less about what his friends think, right now the only thing he’s focused on is whether he wants to pump you full with his cum or spray it all over your angelic-looking body. (plus he’s gonna brag to jean about fucking the baddest girl on the squad later anyway, who cares if he hears a preview?)

at some point he’d lose his grip on your leg, your body almost falling to the side before he caught you again. his tough exterior that he wore while he fucked you would break for just a moment, a combination of your breathy laughter bouncing off the walls while he mumbled a quick apology and got you situated again. you’d get a quick peek at his typical loving and goofy self, but the second he had you back in his arms and bouncing on his dick, his eyebrows would knit together as his expression hardened up again.

he fucked you till both of your bodies were aching and you were a mumbling, drooling disaster. your legs were slimy with your own juices, because he’d be fucking dammed if his girl didn’t come at least two or three times before he did. and now that you were a tired, satisfied, incoherent mess, he finally decided that he wanted to paint your body with his seed.

he flopped you down on the bed that was there the entire time (he just likes to fuck you against the wall), and placed a few hasty kisses to your face before standing up and wrapping his own hand around his cock. it only took a few firm strokes to finish what the warm, plump walls of your cunt had started, and he threw his head back as white ropes flung onto your bare skin. he’d intentionally aim some onto your tits, just to see the way it coats your nipples and drips down the curves — and he’d fling a few drops onto your face just to be an asshole too.

but connie considers himself the king of aftercare, so he grabbed a few towels, scooped you up, and shamelessly carried you out of his dorm room. you’d crumble in embarrassment once you came to your senses, clinging to connie’s body as he giggled and sprinted down the hallway to the shared bathrooms. luckily for you there was no one around to see the two of you streak through the dorms, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

you’d punch him in the chest once he finally puts you down, but he’d just ignore you, pulling the curtains shut and laughing maniacally. he got so serious when he was fucking you that you’d almost forgotten how much of a complete prick he was normally.

he’d wash your hair and help you to scrub your body clean, but he’d also slap your ass and try to suck on your wet tits. this results in you attempting to scold him, telling him to stop being such a fucking horn-ball, but you can’t suppress the grin that tugs at your lips.

SEX WITH CONNIE WOULD BE SO FUN BDXBZHSHSHSJJZJSJ i’m going brain dead

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