#the hole in the tie is driving me insane

[queerandcartoons]

I'm sobbing over the moon. when the moon exploded the scientists used that to excuse killing him, but it was too late. they couldn't. instead, aguri yukimura died in the aftermath. she treated him kindly and told him about her class. she gave him the tie he wears and the idea to become a teacher. he wears the tie every day, proud. he's not proud because it's a taunting reference to his "crime" but because it's a reminder of her kindness. it was his birthday present from her. nagisa holds a knife there, exactly a year later, and there is already a hole there. the hole has been there since the lab explosion. since she died. since he sealed his fate and decided his goal. this was never going to end any other way. the hole was already there, since the beginning. it's the perfect shape for the knife. he's already dead. he has been all year. either by nagisa's hand, or his own. but the knife fits perfectly. like he's already killed him. and then he's dead, and the tie remains. and people slowly get up, and they smile and laugh, and the world continues. they graduate because of his efforts. they grow up. the moon reshapes. it crumbles together and gets closer, and one day it'll look like nothing happened. it's changed, but nobody would know by looking at it. same as the kids who killed him, whose growth that year visibly unknown to most people, and unable to be discussed. life goes on like nothing happened, but something did. someone died, the same day he was born.

#idkwhatbutimposting #assclass #assassination classroom #korosensei #class 3-e #moon symbolism #the hole in the tie is driving me insane #soooooo #yeah #take this #i don't even know if this makes sense

[tonycries]

"Pull On It. Harder."

Synopsis. He liked to wear that little black hair tie everywhere. Why? Oh, it just reminds him of the way you tie his hair into a pretty lil’ ponytail - all while he's tonguefúcking you to insanity.

Pairings. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, rough oral (female receiving), unprotected, overstim, slightly long haired! boys, they’re just a bit mean here, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 1.2k

A/N. I love long haired men and no one can do anything ab it.

He’s never seen without that little black hair tie around his wrist. 

He likes to take it with him, thumbing that red imprint on his skin whenever he misses you. It makes him think of how he’d run his hands through your hair at night. Or how you’d intertwine your fingers with his when out on dates.

And, of course, how you’d gather  his locks and tie it into a pretty little ponytail while he tonguefucks you into insanity.  

“Fuck, sweetheart. Barely even touched you and already so wet f’me.”

Nose-deep in your pussy, his bangs partially cover his heavenly view of you - spread underneath him, thighs trembling and cunt dripping all over his freshly cleaned bed sheets. Good, he thinks deliriously, preferring your scent to the overly artificial softener anyway. 

He isn’t too worried, though, knowing you’ll work your magic with his hair soon enough. Soon.

“Soon” happens to be when he’s pooling your sweet juices on his lips. Relentless tongue dipping in and out of your quivering hole at a maddening pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Oh, fuck, baby- Hngh- faster, fucking me on your tongue s’good.” Hips bucking up into his hot mouth for more more more. Making out heatedly with your pussy with the urgency of a madman. Stray strands sticking to his forehead, he looks up at you through half-lidded, absolutely feral eyes that devour you almost as much as the mouth on your cunt - soon.

Tongue bullying past your swollen folds, crooking just right to fuck you on it the way he needed to with his throbbing cock. “Yeah, just like that.” you moan deliriously.

His hair tie digs into his skin, as well as yours, as he forces your thighs on his shoulders, reaching to draw tight, little circles on your needy clit. Methodical, and purposeful.

He knew you were close when you reached down to urgently cup his head, bunching those silky locks in two trembling hands. Ever the gentleman - his hand expertly leaves its bruising grip spreading your thighs so shamefully open. Letting you all but rip off the hair tie off it.

Shaky fingers running through his locks, his breath hitches so deliciously as you hastily secure his soft strands into a small, loose ponytail. Movements urgent and as jerky as the snap of that small hair tie. 

Ah, there he was - you could cum just from seeing the absolutely feral look on his face. It should be a crime for those beautiful features to be covered by anything other than your dripping cunt. 

A predatory grin tugs at his lips against your swollen ones as you finish tying the small band. Ah, now he can really get into it. Your back arches, using the ponytail as leverage to demand more. Need more as he makes out with your pussy with newfound vigor.

Nails digging into his scalp, searing with your grip. You know he doesn’t mind - in fact, he even leans into your touch with a guttural groan, swallowing hard as he drives his tongue deeper into you. 

It’s messy - both the ponytail and the way he speeds up maddeningly, your slick smearing across his pretty face, trailing down to the sheets below. Tongue continuing its relentless abuse - over and over and-

At a merciless rhythm that has the bed creaking and you whining in pleasure - the neighbors were sure to file another noise complaint. Annoying old fuckers, should give them a real show. 

His breaths are almost as ragged as yours now - because fuck oxygen, he wanted to see his pretty girl fall apart on his tongue. A munch - as you liked to often joke - with no care in the world for anything other than making you cum hard enough to see stars.

“Fuck, baby- m’gonna- m’gonna hngh-”

And not only do you see stars, you probably see the pearly gates of heaven as you cum on his mouth. Convulsing and hips rutting up to ride out your high on his pretty face. Eyes dazed, lips swollen and absolutely pussy-drunk. 

That sinful glint in his eyes stays as he pulls away, an obscene trail of saliva and your slick connecting your lips to his chin. Cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently, strands of silky hair falling out of that disheveled ponytail. A true masterpiece.

He watched you intently, drinking in every dip and curve. Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.

But the games are over now.

“Spread them f’me, sweetheart.”

Looming over you, eyes burning with raw desire. Cock throbbing and leaking delicate beads of precum as he positions himself, furiously flushed tip nudging your sloppy hold. He pumps himself. Once. Twice. Being merciful enough to give you a second of respite.

Without warning, he surges forward. Bullying his thick cock into your snug cunt in one, swift thrust. Not stopping till he’s all the way. His lips crush against yours, stifling your cry of pain and pleasure at finally getting what he’s been teasing you with for so long.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into your dripping cunt. Nails raking down his sculpted back as he starts up a feral, unforgiving pace. Each ram of his cock into your cunt erratic, hitting your cervix and pulsing against that one spot deliberately. Again. And again. Like a madman possessed. 

“Baby- Hngh-” you whine sinfully, hips bucking wildly against to meet his almost-animalistic cadence, reaching out a shaky arm towards him. He knows what that means. How could he not?

Holding your hungry gaze as he leans down, sweaty forehead meeting yours. One hand cradles your face, while the other hooks a finger underneath that godforsaken hair tie and pulls. Letting the ponytail - that at this point could barely even be called one - fall apart, just as you were underneath him. 

Eyes glassy and dazed, soft little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. The only thing behind those pretty eyes being him and the big cock stuffing you full. So close to cumming. 

Bangs partially covering the sinful view that was you - but right now, he didn’t care. Not when you’re snaking a hand up to his locks and pulling. Hard.

“Yeah, just like that. Pull on it. Harder.” Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat as he lets you continue your little ministrations, tugging on his hair especially hard when he purposefully misses that little spot he knew drove you wild. Over and over.

Now, he doesn’t want to sound like a masochist - his friends would probably laugh their asses off at that - it’s just it hurts so good when it’s you.

Which is why, two strong hands rest above your head, fingers lacing, pushing you down down down impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock. You keen in response, “Ah! Hngh- oh, baby jus’ like that. M’gonna cum.”

Ha, as if he’d be that nice. 

Pulling out in one, fluid motion, he relishes in your disappointed whine at the sudden disappointment. Taking the opportunity to gather your hair in his fists, fingers deftly forming a makeshift ponytail with a snap! of that little hair tie. 

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, voice gravelly and hot against your ear. “Not yet. Suck on my cock without this ponytail falling apart, sweetheart. Then we’ll see about that orgasm, hm?”

Because you love to see his face.

And, of course, he loves to see yours.

- GETO, CHOSO, GOJO, Kuroo, KENMA, Sakusa, EREN, Jean

A/N. I’m ngl this is very much self-indulgent pls.

Plagiarism not authorized.

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you #geto x reader #choso x reader #gojo x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #sakusa x reader #eren x reader #jean kirsten x reader #tonywrites #gojo smut #jjk

[tasteracha]

the best man - part II

word count: 1.5k

pairing: lee minho x afab!reader

warnings: multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, smut - MINORS DNI

synposis: the best man and the maid of honor have to fuck after the wedding, right? it's the rules. there is a part I, but can be read as a stand-alone.

by the time the two of you stumble out of the elevator on your way up to his hotel room, your lips are red bitten and his collar is crooked, both of you slightly out of breath as if you had taken the stairs instead. he pulls you into his room without a word, shaky hand swiping the keycard and taking three tries to get it right. he pulls you back into a kiss before the door closes, pressing you up against the wall with his body crowding into yours.

“you look so fucking hot in this,” you mumble against his lips, hands fisting into his lapels as you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip.

“me?” he says, pulling back with his eyes wide. his arms are framing you, hands pressed against the wall on either side of your head. “look at you, i couldn’t keep my eyes off of you all night.”

“likewise,” you smirk, pulling him in by his tie to recapture his lips. you’re both breathing hard again but you don’t care - this has been building up for so long that nothing could ruin it. his lips taste like the champagne you toasted with earlier, he smells like flowers and sweet cologne, so strong you feel yourself getting drunk on it. he’s so intoxicating that when he pulls back by a few steps you whine at the loss of his warmth against you.

he moves to sit on the large loveseat in the corner of the room, right next to the big windows, instead of the bed where you expected him to go. you follow him like an obedient pet until his words make you freeze, just steps away from him.

“c’mon pretty, come sit on my lap,” he says, unbuckling his belt, slipping it out of the loops of his pants and throwing it off to the side. he pats his leg when you don’t move, starry eyes looking up at you. 

you move towards him again and go to lift up your dress to take it off, but he hums at you and reaches for your hand.

“leave it on,” he says, ears tinting a little pink as he averts his eyes. you shrug and hold back a grin as you climb into his lap, pressing your face into his neck before you can think about this situation too much. the dress hikes up to your thighs, pooling around his hips. you grind down against him and he groans into your hair, hands moving to grip at your waist and still you.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he moans as you mouth down his neck, sucking gently and resisting the urge to sink your teeth into his skin.

“if you’re crazy, then i’m insane,” you speak into his skin, fumbling at the fly of his pants, trying to get it open so you can finally feel him. you don’t think you can wait any longer.

his cock is pink and flushed, hard in your grip when you finally get him out of his pants. you stroke him a few times, marveling at the way he’s already leaking at the tip and his chest is heaving. you’re leaking into your panties, you can feel it as your hips twitch against his thigh. it’s not enough, too little stimulation, but it still makes your entire body shiver. 

“can i sit on your cock?” you ask, the question coming out of you brazenly in a way you never thought you could. you’ve always been a little shy about asking for what you want like this, you prefer to let others guide you, but with him you can’t help but want.

“fuck,” he breaths out as you continue to stroke him in slow, rhythmic motions. “yeah, okay. please.”

and it’s like you’re moving in fast forward as you pull your underwear down and line him up at your leaking entrance, your hole clenching in anticipation. he guides you down onto him with a bruising grip on your hips, and you gasp and throw your head back a little when you’re fully seated. you’re so full, he’s filling every inch of you so perfectly that you can feel his cock twitch inside of you when you start to move. you unbutton his shirt as you move, impressed with your own ability to multitask; you run your hands over his chest once it’s free, the smooth planes of muscles feeling like butter under your fingertips.

“we should open the windows, hmm?” he teases, words coming out in breaths of air as you swirl your hips on his in an increasing pace. he pulls you into him until your body is flush with his, his arms wrapping around you, pinning you to him, needing you close.  “show everyone just how pretty you look on top of me.” 

the words punch a breath out of you, the sweetness of his arms around you mixing with his dirty words makes you dizzy. it hits you that this is the real minho - all salty sugar, a perfect blend of savory and sweet mixing together on your tongue. you wonder how many people have known him like this.

all you know is that you plan to be the last. 

one of his hands moves to rub at your clit, making shapes with his fingers that send waves of pleasure rippling throughout your body. he’s too good at this, too good at knowing how to touch you just right, given that it’s your first time together. your orgasm approaches quicker than you were prepared for, and you shake on his cock as you fall apart in disorienting pleasure. he groans under you as you tighten around him; his hands rub circles into your back while you come down, slumped against him.

you’re jolted out of your daze when you feel the gravity leave your body, the only thing keeping you upright was his arms holding you up as he carries you to the bed. it shocks you, the blatant display of strength sending tender shocks through you and you gasp when he fucks up into you a little. he’s still inside of you.

he dumps you onto the bed, gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt as much as take your breath away for the hundredth time that night. he wastes no time crawling over you and settling himself back in, pausing to let you get used to him again.

“been wanting this for so long,” he pants into your neck, starting to slide in and out of you, like he was made to do it. “waiting for you.”

“me,” you gasp out when he thrusts up into you just right, hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars flash through your eyes. “me too.”

he fucks you like his life depends on it, like he won’t be able to breath if he wasn’t connected with you in every way. him hard inside of you, his lips fluttering at your jaw, his fingers entangled with yours where they lay above your head. he’s consumed you and all you can do is lay there and take what he’s giving you. he pulls the dress off of you at some point, helping you sit up so he can maneuver your arms out of it, and he wastes no time taking advantage of the newfound patches of skin he can rake his nails over.

another orgasm washes over you like a tsunami, slowly edging back and then hitting you all at once, and you almost black out when he doesn’t stop. he’s fucking you through it, his thrusts going off-rhythm as he nears his own high.

“no, stay,” you plead when he tries to pull out, aftershocks jolting your body with every millimeter he moves. 

“i know this is cheesy enough, but we can’t get pregnant at our best friends’ wedding,” he says in a strangled voice, his control almost snapping with the way you were clenching around him.

“i’m on birth control, dumbass,” you roll your eyes fondly, choking on a gasp when he fucks back into you at your words. the snark leaves you in an instant as your body goes limp, your heart fluttering in anticipation as he roughly thrusts into you again. it doesn’t take long, the sight of you fucked out with your hair messily haloed around your head enough of a sight to send him over the edge. he lets out a stringy moan as he buries himself deeper than you thought he could go, spurts of hot cum filling you as his hips jerk in little aborted movements. he collapses next to you a moment later, taking in lungfuls of air as he stares at the ceiling with wide eyes.

“that was amazing,” he breathes out, turning to look at you with a small smile on his face, blinking slowly as he takes you in. you roll over into his body with a nod, throwing a leg over his and settling your head onto his shoulder. 

“you know what else would be amazing?” you look up at him through your eyelashes, pouting a bit. “some cake.”

“why do we need cake when i have some right here?” he swats your butt with a delighted cackle, making you squawk and bite his shoulder in retaliation. you meet eyes and burst into laughter, curling around each other as you try and control yourselves.

you doze off a few moments later, only to be woken up with a knock from room service announcing the arrival of your cake.

--

part I

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #lee know x reader #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( service top ), power bottom!dio, pegging, restraints, degradation, masturbation ( him ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day eighteen [ dio brando + pegging ]

you could beg him all you wished.

you could scream and cry your please, masters until your throat was raw, and you choked on the dryness of your own mouth, but he still wouldn’t give you any pleasure. he was determined to make you suffer, and suffer you were doing, exactly.

Dio elicits a soft, throaty chuckle at your pitiful whimper, and he tilts his head to one side, peering down at you. “My, my, is my little possession feeling entitled, today?”

the visage of him hunkered down over you, knees spread wide and balancing on the balls of his feet, was driving you insane. your blurry eyeline trails along the slick, rubber cock that disappears as he descends upon it with a symphony of breathy grunting accompanying the action, and you’re so envious. he takes the fake phallus akin to the way that you usually take his cock, and even from your position, flat on the bed with your arms bound to together at the wrists above your head, you could see the way the pinkish ring clenched around the toy as he fucked it.

“I love that look on your face.” Dio swoons, wrapping one mighty fist around his cock and pumping in merciless, rapid-fire strokes, while his other palm rests on one knee, and he bounces up and down on the toy strapped to your groin. “That envious look. You hate to watch me have all the fun, don’t you?” your master muses, a devious grin etching his lips over sharp, pearly fangs. “What’s the matter? Do you hate me for not letting you feel good, too? Do you want to curse your master for it?”

“N-no, master…” you whine, laying your head to the side, watching him use you, before you added in a soft, pathetic tone, “I just… am begging for you to touch me, too. Or, a-at the very least, let me touch y-you—“ your eyes glue themselves to the way he jerked himself off; you could offer a much softer, warmer grasp. hell, you would even let him spit on your hands until they were dripping, that way your grasp felt more like your drooling cunt.

Dio’s brows screwed into a distasteful scowl as he huffs, and reaches out to plant his free hand on your chest, instead. the power and weight behind the movement is enough to knock the breath from your lungs, and you croak in response, eyelids fluttering. “Do you think me so weak, little fuck slave, that you could bat your eyelashes and pout, and I would give you exactly what you wanted?” he didn’t wait for an answer, sneering, he leans closer, his hips rocking back and forth as he takes to toy to its hilt, and moans in satisfaction. “You want so badly to feel pleasure, too, but your master has no use for your sloppy hole today. I want to get fucked,” his harsh words and the disregard he holds for your own ecstasy adds fuel to the wicked eroticism of this moment— of your master using you for his own gratification. “And, if I have to tie you to the bed and strap a fake cock on you in order to get what I want, I will do so. And you will thank me, once again, for the opportunity to please me; it is a privilege not many are gifted.” his abysmal, razor like fingernails scrape at your chest, dragging along one, hardened nipple, threatening to break your skin, and you shudder. “Because you, my little piece of meat, are little more than furniture to me.”

your eyes roll back at that.

why did your pussy clench when he compared you to furniture?

had Dio Brando truly broken you to the point of getting off for him, even as he demeaned you, and reduced you to nothing of worth?

you gargle a moan, your back arching as if in hopes to drive the dildo deeper into him, but his weight crashes down on you, pinning you in place. “Master!” you cry out, tears in your eyes, as your core weeps for his attention. a flick of his finger, at the very least, underneath the leather harness. “Please! I am going mad!”

“Fuckable furniture.” the rough pad of his thumb scrapes against the slit on his broad, pink tip, before he thrusts himself into his hand, gripping and moaning, swirling his hips to feel every inch of the cock jammed inside of him. Dio throws his head back with a happy grunt. “And furniture doesn’t fucking move. Furniture doesn’t beg for attention when it is owed none. Furniture is silent and subservient, dearest fucktoy.”

#dio #dio x you #dio x reader #dio smut #dio brando x reader #dio brando smut #dio brando x you #dio brando #jjba #jjba imagine #jjba x you #jjba x reader #jjba smut #jojo x you #jojo #jojo x reader #jojo smut #jojo’s bizarre adventure smut #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure x you #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader

[stonertora]

Hawks with a dragon hybrid s/o

minors dni! NSFW

warnings: creampies, anal, pp in v, bloodkink (ig?), squirting, choking, spit

Fluff:

i feel like his favorite bodypart would be your wings, simply because they are way bigger than his own, at least twice his size

your wings would be made of skin, he loves touching them, they're so soft and warm

he also loves stroking your horns, they’re so colorful and match your tail

speaking of your tail, he loves it when you two cuddle and you wrap your strong tail around his waist or leg, it makes his feel safe, he’s used to make others feel safe, so it was new to him to be the one feeling safe

he just thinks you look so cute but majestic at the same time, he’d treat you like the goddess you are

would definitely show you off to everyone

your eyes have the key to his heart fr, man was totally flabbergasted when he first looked at them, feeling completely lost and devoured to you

he loves watching you eat or laugh, tbh everything you do that shows your fangs, which have a weird influence on him, but in a good way,man’s totally obsessed with them

NSFW:

usually you’re the dominant, at least in your past realationships, he’d be the only one to dom you, for sure

the first times having sex with him were weird to you, being the submissive one was completely new and unknown to you, you definitely needed some time to get used to that

but you learned to completely trust him after some time, but that didn’t mean that you would make it easy for him tho 😏

jokes on him, he absolutely loves it when you ride him and choke him tho. it drives him insane, letting you have control of his breathing, his life at the very moment

he’s also so in love with your lil plump ass, you can’t get away without 2 spankings a day, at least. he mostly likes it covered in his cum

he’s always down to fuck your tight lil asshole tho. Man’s not horny rn? jus turn around and shake your cute lil ass for him, and he’s ready to to

don’t you dare tease this bird man though, he will 100% pin you down the same moment and will happily put a dildo in you pussy, a butt plug in your lil hole and a vibrator on your clit. he won’t fuck you tho. he’ll tie you up to your shared bed and leave you there for hours, and prolly watch tv while he eats sum nuggets he got from kfc later that evening

being a dragon hybrid you also have something similar to his mating season, but it’s more about fucking than love , at least it’s also about spring time. when this time comes, you two always take at least two to three weeks off work

he’s a whore for your wet cunt, he’d always tell you about how ,,it’s just made for me” or how it’s like ,,your cunt is shaped for my cock”, he’s also cumming in you a lot, cause it feels like you’re closer to each other, or maybe just because you look just so pretty, face all red from crying, his big cock fully inside your throbbing pussy, clit all swollen from the circles he rubbed in 10 mins earlier, his cum dripping out of your stretched out hole, ruining the sheets

you’re a whore for his neck kiss sessions, soft lips caressing the flesh of your soft skin, short little moans leaving your throat, just so desperate for him, hoping for him to cover your soft flesh in purple love bites for everyone else to see ❤️

once he bit down you neck a little too hard, making you bleed, he felt so bad and kept apologizing for hurting his princess, but at the same time it made his blood flush to his cock, he was ashamed about it at first, who would like seeing his s/o hurt or even bleed? jokes on you, it’s him, he does. it drives him crazy seeing how the thick red liquid matches with your pale skin, he can’t explain it

let’s not forget about that he has to work a lot, due being the number 2 pro hero of Japan, so when you get home all stressed about work and he’s not able to just fuck you, he’s always more than happy to help you realax. just sit on his face, and don't you worry about your weight, he would die a happy death, if he would suffocate between your thic thighs. he just wants to please his princess

one time he wouldn't stop fingering you, even tho you told him that you actually had to pee. long story short, you couldn't handle another orgasm and started squirting. the sheets getting covered in hot liquid, you were so embarrassed, Keigo on the other side, just unlocked a new kink.

he loves to spit in your mouth, your pussy or on your tits or stomach, but mainly in your mouth or pussy, it’s something that shows how intimate you allow him to be with you, how much you trust him

#keigo takami #keigo headcanons #keigo x reader #pro hero hawks #hawks x you #hakws #my hero academia hawks #hawks x reader #hawks headcanons #boku no hero academia hawks #wing hero hawks #my hero academia #mha fanart #mha fluff #mha kirishima #mha dabi #my hero smut #hawks smut #mha smut #mha season 6 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha bakugou #bnha midoriya #bnha tomura #fluff #mha headcanons #bnha headcannons #anime x you #tomura headcanons

[tsukimefuku]

Right, wrong and the in-between (Part 2)

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You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved.

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". There is currently a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)  The "Right, wrong and the in-between" will be a 4 (maybe 3) part short-story set in this AU. I hope you enjoy! The tags below will be applicable to every chapter.

Tags: oc/f!reader, soft/implied Higuruma x reader, soft/implied Nanami x reader, slow burn, mentions of violence and non-con/abuse among side characters, canon typical violence, some angst, some fluff, just characters being themselves driving the plot (and me) insane. Some philosophical debate will be in place.

WC: 1.9k

Nanami had been tracking down this curse for what seemed like hours underground, and he started to become tired and annoyed. It was a little before 6PM, and if he didn't end it soon, he'd be caught up in overtime for the third time that month.

The sorcerer removed his tie and started to wrap it around his fist, just to be ready in case he needed to use his collapse technique.

What a bore, he thought to himself, as he kept walking underneath the streets of Shinjuku following the semi grade 1 curse through the sewers. This curse was detected that morning by an assistant that worked for Jujutsu High, and it was a yet unregistered one. It probably sprung into existence not long ago, and was using the sewage system to move around Shinjuku's area.

Nanami heard a faint noise of a possibly slimy large body dragging itself a few meters ahead. He pulled his blunt sword from its support, on his back, and started to walk quickly to meet the curse. As he turned the corner to the tunnel, Nanami was met with an unsightly vision. The curse was a giant crimson and black worm, covered in holes, and had no eyes, only six sets of arms spread across each side of its body, which it was currently using to drag itself around. Even if the thing was big, it moved rather quickly.

Nanami charged at it, dealing a 7:3 blow perpendicular to the ground, but the curse reacted swiftly and crawled its way around the tunnel, getting glued to the top. At that moment, it spurted a green, thick liquid in the sorcerer's direction, which he managed to dodge. The liquid started to slowly melt the ground it hit, leaving a deep hole behind. Nanami sighed as he saw his wristwatch marking 6:02PM. He felt his cursed energy output increasing, and jumped from the side of the circular underpass, bearing his blunt sword, in a new attempt to hit it. The curse sensed him, and once again, evaded his blow by letting go of the walls and hitting the ground. It started to make a run for it, and Nanami promptly followed suit.

As it turned left, so did he, and then — nothing. Nanami heard some ruffling above him, and saw a sort-of manhole for ventilation. The creature had lodged itself in there, and was trying to escape the sewer. From what little Nanami could make out of the grids that covered the hole, it was in a secondary street, and no one walked or passed by during the time he observed it.

He calculated his odds and decided to risk a 'collapse' strike to bring the worm curse down.

***

"Wow, what was that?" You asked Higuruma, yelling, as you both felt the ground tremble underneath your feet.

"Perhaps an earthquake." He answered, nearly screaming too to make himself heard under the club's loud music.

The moment the robe woman took the girl inside the building, you both followed them, just to find that the door auto-locked itself. The cursed energy traces were all over, and matched the ones found on the other scenes. Higuruma considered bashing the door in, but you dissuaded him, arguing it would be a bad idea if the woman was truly the curse user behind the disappearances. You had no idea what her ability could be, so you had to have a smarter and less confrontational approach. He sighed in agreement.

"Let's wait for the club to open and find them from the inside, okay?" It was your suggestion, and it was exactly what you both did.

Now inside, the place was dark, neon, sweaty, noisy and filled with an assortment of women spinning on shiny poles. You knew this was a club in the red-light district, but you didn't expect to be caught up in that situation with Higuruma by your side. One of the waitresses had already offered her services to him, and you had to hold your laughter at that scene while he refused.

"Come on, that seems to be the back part of the operation." He said, tapping you lightly on your arm and pointing to a more illuminated part of the club, covered by a folding door. You both made your way inside, when suddenly you heard an older woman's voice.

"Sleep."

You nearly fainted at that moment, falling to your knees, and Higuruma began to collapse just like you.

Shit, shit, shit! 

It was a cursed speech user, and you both fell right in her trap.

"Higuruma, run!" You shouted, as you conjured one of your grenades, putting your hands together, and threw it upwards, exploding a lot of dust around you both. He seemed to be more resistant than you, and started crawling his way out with the chaos that ensued, being able to get up and walk away, with all the people screaming outside from the blast and all the running around. He looked behind and decided it would be safer to pretend he left, just so he could avoid being imprisoned too, and squiggled his way under the bar counter, deciding to hide behind a few boxes of booze until the cursed speech effect had dwindled enough. Higuruma had to focus all his will into not passing out.

As you started to drag yourself to the door, a hand grabbed you from the back of your neck and bashed your head directly on the ground, removing all the air from your lungs and leaving you completely disoriented as you felt a drop of blood making its way down your face.

"I said sleep, now." The female voice grunted. You heard two sets of footsteps making their way to you, one carried with them the familiar robe, and the other seemed like a male pair of feet wearing sneakers. You couldn't lift your gaze anymore, as you fell unconscious.

***

"Hey, wake up." You heard, while you were tied to a chair, both arms to your back, separated by ropes, and both legs wrapped together. The woman was standing in front of you, smoking on her cigarette, and the guy was leaned over on the edge of the room. It kind of looked like a shady interrogation room, and smelled terribly.

"Ugh, this place stinks." You said, trying to weave your way out of the ropes.

"No use. I tied these up myself, and I have a lot of practice in doing so, honey." She answered, while puffing her cigarette smoke directly onto your face. "Where is that fella of yours?"

"I hope that he's miles away by now." There was a clock on the wall, and it read 6:25PM. You were out for just some time, thankfully. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, darling, I'll ask the questions." She slapped you hard across the face, leaving a bad burning sensation on your cheek. "How did you find us? Tell me."

The urge to speak suddenly took you over, and you had to bite your lip again in order to not rat out on Jujutsu High. 

"Feisty one, huh? Well, let's try it again." She leaned over to your ear, while you were completely helpless against her technique. "Who sent you?"

"Jujutsu Tech." You blurted out, defeated. 

"The what now?" She asked. This woman has no idea what Jujutsu Tech is? You figured out a couple of things from that. Matching the sloppiness of her kidnappings, this woman was probably a newly awakened sorcerer, unaware of the full extents of her power. Also, given she had no idea what Jujutsu Tech was, you could use that as leverage, being careful not to lie in case she pushed you to relay more information about anything. Her cursed speech seemed to be pushing people to do things, like sleeping, waking up, or telling them something, but it was much weaker than Inumaki's power overall.

"I'm a jujutsu sorcerer, like you, and I work with them. They're probably sending people our way as we speak, to rescue me. So… You should really let me go."

"Jujutsu? Hm." The woman seemed to contemplate her options for a moment. "Do they have the money for a ransom? Tell me the truth."

That urge again. It was pretty strong. "Probably," you spat out. What a fucking nightmare.

She smiled and said, "it's settled, then. Toshio, grab her phone and call... Who should we call to inform you've been captured and request the money, darling?" The woman asked, while looking at you. You thought about your options, and who could get there faster to your aid.

"Nanami Kento. Call him." I'm sorry, Nanami, but you're the closest and one of the smartest. Please, may you talk to Higuruma before you get here. 

***

As Nanami finished climbing his way out of the sewer, after exorcising the cursed spirit, he saw many people running out of a nightclub, screaming about an explosion. He felt residuals of cursed energy over the building, and grunted as he decided to investigate, given that he was already on overtime clock hours.

He went inside, and chaos was the word to better describe the scenery that ensued. Nanami started to walk around and search for more cursed energy residuals, as he stepped inside the same room you were attacked with Higuruma minutes prior, now empty, but with vestiges of your cursed energy all over. As he was ready to walk out, Nanami felt somebody behind him. He turned around, ready to punch the person, and found Higuruma still recovering.

"Not so nice to see you." Higuruma said, supporting himself by putting a hand over Nanami's shoulder and bearing a half smile on his face.

"Same to you." Nanami replied, unimpressed. "What happened? Where is she?"

Higuruma's hand tightened around Nanami's shoulder. "They got her. There is a cursed speech user here. We need to hurry."

Nanami tensed up immediately, even though his vacant stare was the perfect disguise for the anger that had bubbled up. "It's bewildering how you never fail to disappoint."

Nanami's phone rang, and it was you on the other side of the line. He pushed Higuruma's hand out of his shoulder as he answered it.

"Nanami, I've been captured, and I need help." You said. There was some fumbling on the line, and a man started to speak. "We demand a ransom to let her go." He then proceeded to demand some absurd sum of money and wait for a few seconds.

"Of course," Nanami bluffed, knowing that would be their best alternative for rescuing you, "but where and when should this… ‘exchange’ take place?" 

They gave him an address that was near enough to where he and Higuruma were currently, and said, "meet us there in half an hour, sharp". The line went silent, and he ended the call, inhaling deeply. 

"Accompany me and make yourself serviceable, for once." Nanami sharply said at Higuruma. "This is the place we have to go. Let's see, however, if we can get a few things sorted out before we leave."

Higuruma sighed deeply and agreed to work alongside with Nanami, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine. Let's do this."

They had their first encounter right after you saved Higuruma by injuring yourself in the process, due to Higuruma's irresponsibility, and Nanami held some kind of resentment against the man since then. Nanami was still reluctant regarding Higuruma’s acceptance as a whole — a curse user that had actually killed people before coming to Jujutsu High, had his sentence suspended, and acted irresponsibly with colleagues in the battlefield. 

"Help me locate something we can use to our ears properly."

#jujutsu kaisen higuruma #higuruma x reader #jjk higuruma #jjk hiromi #hiromi x reader #higuruma hiromi #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jjk fanfic #nanami x reader #nanami x you

[bootyful-seventeen]

Horny svt thots

a.n: had to repost cuz i don’t think i was showing up on the tags on this god forsaken site. & ik its not all the members but i’ll post another part with the rest of the members soon

Mingyu taking your strap. The sweet little thing will be riding your strap while tears are brimming in his eyes from how good it feels to have your hips meeting his and having the toy press deep inside him. And the sight is truly something to behold with his cock bobbing from his movements and the swollen top drooling precum that your eyes can’t help but keep wandering back to his throbbing cock that’s so close to release that it has the poor boy sobbing from how badly he wants, no needs to cum, that he’s got tears streaming down his cheeks while his hole is clamping down on your strap and his cock is spurting cum over the both of you. And part of me is thinking about Mingyu really liking it when you slap his cock a little after he’s cum to tell him that the night isn’t over for you two yet

When Jihoon gets in a submissive mood, he gets s u b m i s s i v e okay? And when he’s in the mood he’s going to make the sweetest little whimpers and cries and moans with you barely having to touch him. And the one thing that’s got me running circles is that Jihoon loves to suck on your tits while you give him a handjob. His cheeks and ears are flushed from the tender way you look at him while he sucks and nips at your nipple while his other hand is massaging your free breast. And once you start cooing little praises and compliments to him, his heart would be racing a mile an hour and wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from cumming all over your hand and his stomach from your sweet and lewd words

Minghao may not look it but dear god does he love risky situations. He can’t stop his cock from throbbing in his pants when you sit him down on the bed and tell him that you want to go out for a while at night with him, but you don’t want him to wear any clothes under his trench coat aside from some red ropes intricately wrapped around his body, and a remote controlled vibrator(s) strapped to his cock. So when you leave for a late night walk with Minghao, he’s trying so hard to act normal but he’s tripping over his feet when you crank up the level of vibrations against him until he’s biting at his lips to hold back his cute little whimpers from a stray jogger running near the two of you. And once you’re alone again, Minghao is shamelessly opening his coat to show you his trembling form and leaking cock for you to inspect and tease him over when you can see he’s just so close to cumming. Tears would freely leak down his cheeks when you drag him just off the path to hide behind some trees and lift up your skirt to show him your exposed pussy, telling him that if he needs to cum then he’s gonna cum in you

Jeonghan likes to tie you up and put you in your place, but not as much as when you do that to him. It drives him insane to see you standing above him and holding his orgasms in your hands. He especially loves it when you bring out the whips and paddles and get some of his brattiness out without purposely making him cum. Jeonghan puts on a little act of shame when he cums from having his ass and thighs spanked but he is obsessed with the feeling of being so wound up that he cums like that. The feeling of the leather whip trailing over his skin while you tell him he’s a dirty boy from cumming from spanking alone, his softening cock already hardening up again when you grab his cock in your leather gloved hands and degrade him a little on his lasting abilities and if he could make you cum with it just to watch his cock bob with excitement at your words. His moans shamelessly ringing through the room with pleas for more of your touch, and promises that he’ll be your good little fuck toy and that he’ll make you cum as many times as you want because all he wants to be is your good little boy beneath you both literally and figuratively

Seungkwan is a simple man. A simple man that loves your ass in every way possible. But his most favourite way to eat your ass is when you sit on his face, either just sitting on his face and letting him work his tongue over your tight little hole, or with you bent over and taking his cock down your throat. I can only imagine the type of noises he’d make when he’s got his face buried between your cheeks, especially when you’re riding his face and using him to get yourself off. And yes, praises or degradation, depending on the mood, would have his cock weeping with precum especially (!!!!) when you’re facing him and can grab his hair to pull roughly at the strands to ignite that fire within him that you know would leave your legs trembling for days

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #woozi smut #the8 smut #seungkwan smut #minghao smut #mingyu smut

[moonxknightx]

: ̗̀➛ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Jim Hopper x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Smut ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- Stranger Things ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- Smut, 18+, breeding king, pussy slapping, deepthroating, oral (both m&f receiving), rough sex, semi public sex, breastplay, car sex, handcuffs, belly bulges, etc ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 --- I love this man so much so i decided to write some smutty Headcanons for him, enjoy!

・❥・Jim has the biggest breeding kink in the world. He absolutely loves the feeling of filling you up with his seed only to watch it dribble out of your leaking hole again

・❥・100% car sex. Having sex in Hopper’s car is a must! Just imagine driving around Hawkins and at one point he would just pull over and yank you into his lap while roughly kissing you

・❥・Breastplay. This man absolutely adores your breasts! It doesn’t matter how big or small they are, he will love them either way. He will suck on your nipples while softly fingering you, causing you to let out small whines and whimpers

・❥・He would also definitely slap your pussy while saying something like, “God you’re so sensitive.” Before roughly kissing you

・❥・Jim is definitely the dom in your relationship. So be prepared to be manhandled by him in the bedroom

・❥・Jim loves to tie you up to the bed with his handcuffs.

・❥・”You’re doing so good for me baby.” He would whisper while tying you up. And once you were tied up, he would fuck you for hours. Hours

・❥・ dirty talk. Jim Hopper is the king of dirty talk. He will tell you things like, “such a good little whore for me.” Or “why don’t you get on your knees and suck my cock like the filthy slut you are.” And boyy would it turn you on

・❥・Hopper loves to fuck you on his desk at the station. He would just pound your wet little pussy while having one of his hands covering your mouth, to keep you from screaming out his name

・❥・Deepthroating. Jim cannot express how much he loves it when you deepthroat him. Just seeing you choke on his cock while tears are streaming down your cheeks, fuck so hot!

・❥・Likes to fuck you in front of a mirror to watch you falling apart on his cock

・❥・Jim secretly really loves to fuck you while you’re wearing his clothes. It just does things to him

・❥・Belly bulges. Hopper is a big man, even down there. So whenever he’s fucking you, he can feel himself in your belly. He would place his hand flat on your stomach and feel the small bulge which was his cock hammering into you. “Fuck i can feel myself.” He would groan while slightly pressing down onto your stomach, causing you to let out a high pitched moan

・❥・ Loves to come on your tits

・❥・thigh riding. Jim has big thighs, so you would definitely ride his thigh from time to time and it would absolutely drive Hop insane! To just see you getting yourself off on his leg while moaning out his name, it’s a big must

・❥・Jim not only loves to fuck you in his car, he also loves to fuck you on his car. Pressing you down onto the front of his car while fucking you from behind

・❥・Would spank you to get himself off. Seeing you in slight pain, just does things to him🤷‍♀️

・❥・one of Jim’s favorite sex position is, 69. All because he can eat you out while you suck his cock at the same time, how perfect is that?

・❥・Roleplay. Jim is a big fan of it. To pretend like he’s arresting you just so he can cuff you up to the bed and fuck you senseless

・❥・Jim also likes it when you eat him out. Yeah you heard that right. One time, you asked if you could try something new on him. After thinking about it for awhile, Jim nodded. Let’s say he wasn’t expecting it when you started kissing and sucking at his ass, but damn did he like it!

・❥・Doggy style. This man just loves to take you from behind

・❥・Missionary. Jim also likes to fuck you in missionary, because he can look you in the eyes, which is a huge turn on for him.

・❥・Jim holding your hands during sex is a must. He just likes the feeling of his large hands wrapped around your small ones while he fucks you into oblivion

・❥・From time to time Jim would like to have a rough fuck. He would spank your ass and your pussy while biting your shoulder as he shoves his cock in and out of you, causing you to cry from how rough he is with you. You still like it though, Jim would never do something you’re not comfortable with

・❥・For now this is it! I hope you enjoyed reading these small Headcanons. If you have more HC’s for Jim, don’t be afraid to message me or send it to me in my inbox, and imight make a part 2 :))

Tag-list: @anastasiaxsworld @outerudeth @milfvibesonly @themightyloki @sstrxnges @alexxavicry

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Just another late night tho(ugh)ts about my boys (a lot of subby sugar baby ish Steve coming your way)

Imagine naked Steve with a fully dressed Bucky....a really mean fully dressed Bucky

Imagine Steve on the edge of their shared bed, face down ass up with his hands held behind his back while his sir stands behind him (in a suit 👀) , toying with his already abused hole.

His sir has been fingering him for a while, stretching his sweet obediant baby open with two fingers, purposely missing his prostate despite his baby's silent sobs.

Steve is physically trembling, it's almost humiliating.

Steve can't grind back, he couldn't, he wants to be still, he wants to take whatever his sir gives him even if it's torturous. However, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't desperate for Bucky to at least touch his prostate just a little bit, knowing for a fact Bucky could find his prostate with his eyes closed.

"S- Sir" Steve gasps out "Please hngh! i need- i need more"

"You need more, honey?" Bucky asks almost in a sarcastic tone, sending shivers down Steve's spine as he hears the sweet nickname somehow turning harsh as soon as Bucky says it out loud. But oh-

Oh God, Sir's finger's right there- right above his prostate, not even an inch away from pressing on it.

"mhhn- haA-" Steve let out a noise that he didn't even know he could make, wordlessly begging for his sir to push just a little bit deeper into him while tugging on his restraints (ropes or cuffs? Hmm) that held his hand still behind his back as he tries his best to hold back from grinding back on sir's long thick fingers.

"Words, sweetheart" Bucky said sternly, humming slightly at the way his baby was melting under him just because he shifted his fingers to another angle.

"Puh- please! Please! i want- i wan' sir deeper in me, i wan' it please!" Steve sobbed into the sheets that he bunched his face into, clenching around his sir's fingers, trying to restrain himself from trying to suck Bucky's fingers deeper in him and trying to- Oh-

"Oh-! oH god! Thank you thank you thank you!" Steve howled as soon as he felt Sir's fingers finally punch into his prostate repeatedly, almost crying in relief as he kept repeating his thank yous.

All Bucky could do was just raise his eyebrows at his baby's reaction, smoothing his hand down Steve's back, knowing he had way more in store for the hot mess in front of him...

Truly yours

- pleading anon

Jesus Christ

How could you do this to me?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥴 Like--

I am always here for the pairing of a wrecked partner with composed, basically unbothered partner.

There's just 🤌🏻something🤌🏻 about it. About the complete loss of control vs the complete control. It's delicious. A five course meal, at least.

And the suit--

The 👏🏻 suit 👏🏻

Steve, poor Steve, is naked and writhing (as much as he can when restrained in leather wrist and ankle cuffs, attached together over his back into a hog tie with Bucky spreading his knees apart to get at his hole) and frustrated and then so grateful as he's given what he needs after begging for it. But, all the while, Bucky is fully covered, not even breaking a sweat. Hell, he hasn't even bothered to push up his dress shirt sleeves or take off his suit jacket. He's so precise. Using just enough lube to have his way with Steve but not enough to drip and mess up his nice clothes. It drives Steve insane. Bucky has control. He has composure. He is competent. He knows what he wants, and he will get it.

Even with Steve, he's competent, composed, and in control. He knows exactly what he expects from Steve, and he will get what he wants--what he expects.

Especially with Steve.

Steve wants to be good. He aches to be good.

By the time Steve is through crying out his orgasm and the shakes from such gripping pleasure are gone, he's turning over his shoulder--the only real movement he can make when restrained the way he is--looking back at Bucky with open lips, wracking his brain for the ability to talk. He is more than ready to offer up whatever Bucky wants: his mouth, his stretched, now oversensitive hole, his fingers or hands, even his thighs or his tits. Anything.

Yet, Bucky doesn't say anything; he simply tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, questioning Steve without having to say a word. What? You want something?

Steve wants to get Bucky off, too! As good as he feels now, he knows he'll feel gooder with the knowledge that he's pleased the other man.

However, there's one problem beyond Steve's inability to get his fried brain to move his lips, teeth, and tongue to speak... Bucky is so put together that he's not even hard in his slacks.

How?

Not that Steve can see, at least. It's just the regular, tightly packed bulge of his soft cock in his pants. Nothing more.

And, oh, God, that should make Steve feel ashamed and insecure--was he not enough? Does Bucky not find him attractive? What? But none of those thoughts come. All that happens is a wave of hot, prickly arousal crashing over him. Steve chokes, gut-punched by the sneaker wave. It's such an intense feeling. Here's more proof of how Bucky can control himself. He can control his body. Meanwhile, Steve is at the mercy of his most animal desires--his base instincts that scream for sex. Steve's is simple and easy. Begging and pleading and crying. Stripped down to nothing but naked desperation. The contrast is immense. It couldn't be hotter.

Bucky is so...

So composed.

Not a hair out of place, dressed for business, serious business, and he's just penciled Steve's shameless need in a quick fifteen minute window (fifteen because, yeah, of course, Steve can't even control himself in that regard, always off like a shot with just a taste of pleasure) because he's booked the rest of the day.

Bucky squeezes Steve's bare ass possessively and Steve squirms on the inside, muscles too weak to do it on the outside now, "you're going to let me fuck you when I get home. Before dinner." Bucky tells him. "We can have take-out after--whatever you want."

"Y-yes, sir," Steve says in a rush, unable to keep holding his head up and letting it smack down onto the bed. He feels like he can't breath, all the air has been knocked out of him with how turned on he is.

If he could, he'd hump the mattress. It doesn't matter that he's not hard again yet. He's just...

Turned on.

"Good." Bucky informs him, undoing his cuffs with practiced ease and efficiency.

"Uh-huh," Steve moans, like it matters. Bucky's made up his mind, and Steve will follow. Steve loves to follow.

Thank you so much for this idea, sweetheart!

#asks #pleading anon #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

[69misato69]

can I request a prompt in which somebody is a transmasc character who’s not particularly bottom dysphoric but is uncomfortable with the idea of being penetrated, and/or possibly a top/dom? the characters can be whoever you want, I just don’t see enough transmasc characters who aren’t submissive bottoms and I think your writing is amazing so I have no doubts you could pull it off

i agree. thank you for this noble quest and your kind words. i hope it is to your liking.

top zhongli 🐉 x bottom childe 🐳

⚠️ cw: light bondage / sensory deprivation / praise and degradation, penetration, sub-space

ajax loves the feeling of it.

the softest, finest silk in all the land. nothing but the best for him. it's cool, soothing against his eyelids and temples, lapping around his head.

though he can't see, it must be knotted with a pretty bow right above his nape.

never a plain one, always elaborate and elegant over his eyes, around his neck or his ankles.

a gift best enjoyed like this: wrapped up, tied down, restrained. controlled by the one he can always count on to take good care of him.

only this time, it's a bit frustrating. he's atop strong, resilient thighs — contrary to his own which twitch and quake with every thrust.

soft velvet around his wrists, a vision that's fully blacked out, strong hands keeping him in place and a thick strap tearing his hips apart.

it's a good time. it could be better, though. if zhongli would fuck him all the way through, wrecking ajax where he needs him.

a few minutes, sure. it's only normal. but this, this drives him insane. it's like having his favorite meal when he has a cold. it's incomplete. tie him up neatly and stretch his hole for almost an hour for this?

"i—please... a bit... just..."

god, he sounds so desperate. even when his eyes are veiled he can feel how zhongli is barely breaking a sweat, possibly reveling in the pathetic sight in front of him with a fond smile.

"rambling like that won't get you anywhere, i'm sure you know."

"deeper." he takes a deep breath before speaking.

"why?"

he sounds so genuinely curious. if he didn't know any better, ajax would almost believe him to be clueless.

"you know why! just come on and—"

he snaps, only to regret it immediately at how stern zhongli sounds all of a sudden.

"that's enough. impatient and rude. i don't think i taught you anything of the sort."

the sides of his lips curve downward, involuntary puppy eyes concealed under the blindfold.

"do you think the pout is working?"

"is it?"

"absolutely not."

zhongli is taken aback by his unexpected and fussy state. "is it my fault for spoiling you rotten, ajax? you seem to think that you're entitled to this."

he holds ajax's chin, a strong grip.

"i was... on my best behavior."

"i know that your best behavior isn't humping me like a rabid dog the second i enter through the door."

now that ajax thinks about it, it truly was strange how zhongli didn't even question it.

i missed you zhongli. only that. followed by wet kisses as ajax dragged him to their bedroom and climbed to his lap. zhongli, stripping him — no questions asked. quiet, calm and collected.

he licked into ajax's mouth.

blindfolded him, tied his wrists on his back, fingered him until ajax was crying for the toy circling around his waist.

until he was so weak and needy to have zhongli's fingers and lips where they belong — on him, inside of him. entangled in his hair, inching through his flesh.

consumed by lust, overjoyed with how his prayers were answered one by one — ajax only realizes now that he has to pay for it.

zhongli lays him on the mattress and settles between his legs. a sudden loss of stimulation, but an enticing growl close to his ear.

zhongli's warm breath tickles his insides — "i'll have you as my heart desires. my pretty toy, mine to take. mine to play with. understood?"

every word is torture for his poor heart, even worse for his dick begging to be attended.

yet, he utters a "yes" with all that he's got.

"come on then. do it yourself since you're not satisfied."

ajax feels him pull away, standing up straight on his knees again. his body resting on his wrists, straddled by zhongli's thighs. "how?" inevitably he asks.

"i'm sure you'll figure it out. meanwhile, do tell me why you were in such a hurry today."

ajax takes a moment to raise his hips. he's unstable, wrists slipping to the sides, throwing off his balance every few seconds. the strap loses his hole constantly, eliciting frustrated sighs from his throat.

"i wasn't lying. i had missed you." he complies with the second part of zhongli's order.

"i thought about you all day... at work... i almost broke down in tears when i returned and you weren't home."

thinking back to a few hours ago pains him and embarrasses him beyond belief. pacing through the corridors with the erection he hid with his jacket the entire day.

suddenly he gives up on trying and plops onto the bed, causing zhongli to raise a brow.

airy, floaty, barely piecing his sentences together. he's fading out, slipping into his space purely out of his need for zhongli.

"keep me here all night, if you wish. i'll take it, i'll wait. i'll—" his breath hitches, "—deserve it."

it means nothing without zhongli. it's not a ploy or a trick, ajax is already too far gone to pretend. he's ecstatic and euphoric, ready to take it.

zhongli is more than satisfied with the answer, defiance turned acceptance.

even amidst this fog, he knows how much zhongli needs him too.

he holds ajax's ankles together, placing kisses on his calves before throwing them over his shoulder. not one on each side like he usually does but instead, still together on one side.

there isn't much of a space left inside of him, it's so tight when his legs are pressed together.

ajax would wail with every thrust if he wasn't all softened up and unraveled. but with the pain canceled out, all that remains is the pleasure of zhongli handling him like a toy, fucking him like one — merciless and ruthless, the way he promised. somehow, still so tender.

the strap pierces through him, finally massaging his prostate and abusing it deliciously.

ajax's wrists no longer hurt despite still being crushed under his body. his hips, he can't even tell that zhongli holds them tight enough to draw blood.

there is pleasure. drool dripping from the sides of his wistful and hungry lips. a hand around his leaking cock, occasionally coming up to squeeze the sides of his throat.

he's alive, burning under zhongli's fingertips. squirming for his master. releasing over and over again for him until he's shooting blanks.

"good boy. you make me so proud, ajax... my pride and joy." he coos.

it goes straight to his heart and into his cock, enlarging beyond its limits in zhongli's grasp.

"my adorable pet... how well you take me."

lustful tears induced by his praise are held back by the the blindfold. the edges of it soaked, though not even remotely close to how drenched ajax is.

zhongli watches him attempt to get up, to reach towards him to the best of his ability.

"a kiss? is that what you want?"

with every scene he feels ajax grow more devoted. never forgoing his mischievous ways but finding a strange sense of joy in having them tamed — even if it's for a few hours.

zhongli leans down, fingers brushing against his wet, reddened cheeks.

"you've earned it." he presses a gentle kiss on ajax's salty lips, "one last time for me. okay?"

#fandom asks #completed request #zhongchi #genshin zhongli #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #smut

[pillows1616]

you wouldn't if I gag you with my used underwear, right? im sure you'd probably get off on the smell lol.

i think that would drive me insane i . uhhhhb.fjdjfgfnf hhhfhdhhddjjf uuhh im totally not just cumming from the smell alone huhh wgat no . never noope not me

while youre at it you might as well tie me up and plug my other hole so im just completely pacified idk idk maybe just leave me with a vibe so im an overstimulated mess that keeps cumming uncontrollably until im completely emptyy.... idk wwould you like thatttt?~

[safetycar-restart]

i remembered that ask an anonnie sent in about boypussy!charles and it got me thinking how easy it would be to drive him crazy. we'veaready established the fact that he's a super needy and desperate boy, who gets riled up so easily, so can you imagine how needy boypussy!charles would be?!?@!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

which brings me to my next thought. making him squirt.

it would really all start with him leaning back against your chest, you fingering him as he goes absolutely fucking crazy, and just as he's about to cum, the knot in his tummy feels... different? it feels way more intense, and you notice it too by the way he starts squirming around so much and letting out such high pitched whimpers, as he babbles a "gonna- fuck! 'm gonna- ah!", followed by him soaking the bedsheets.

and that's when you realize. you have made him squirt.

he doesn't even register it for a good hour or two! not until he gets down from his super intense high. when he does, he's so shocked? he's so confused, and as he's cuddling against your chest, he furrows his eyebrows and asks "did i just...?" and you're quick to say "yes, you did, charles." and he gets red as a tomato, inhales, let's out an "oh." and then starts giggling.

and it's SO endearing.

you can't help but smile. and for some reason, he starts rambling about it like it was something revolutionary. "mommy, it felt really good! it was strange, but it felt sooooo good." as he looks up at you with big eyes, and you reply "really? well, then, we'll give it another shot one day." and he gets OFFENDED. "one day? but mommy!" "charles, if you think whining about it and then trying to talk me into fucking you tomorrow is going to get me to make you squirt, no it's not."

"mommyyyyy!!!!"

and suprise suprise! he gets to do it again tomorrow 😇

- 📓

I can’t believe I haven’t answered this? I was going through my askbox and oh my god? I know I’m already married to 📓 but can we get married again? Please?

(Also I made this answer extra long in honour of 📓 anon’s birthday)

Boypussy!charles would be an absolute menace oh my god, he already wants all his holes filled so just imagine ANOTHER hole? Yeah he’s an absolute menace. Always horny, always wet, has to change his panties three times a day and has to change them even more when he spends the day with you.

I’m obsessed with the idea of fingering Charles while he’s leaning back against your chest? We know he loves to be bent in all directions, so maybe you have him leaning back against your chest, but you make him put his legs on the outside of yours? Like he has to spread his legs fully open for you and if you want them wider, you just move your legs further apart and he has to do the same.

It’s Charles’s favourite position ever, because it feels even more vulnerable than when you tie him up because with this, you’re controlling him? You’re retraining him with your own body. He’s absolutely going insane.

You start off by teasing him, because it’s so easy to tease him. You just very lightly trail your fingers over his folds, purposefully avoiding his clit and letting more than the very tip of your finger enter him.

Or sometimes, you’ll hold your fingers right in front of his clit and make him try to buck his hips up to get your fingers to touch his clit and after about a minute of that he just starts sobbing.

So eventually you stop teasing him and you give him what he wants. You can tell he’s reacting more than normal, but you think that’s just because you teased him for so long.

He tries to tell you that it feels more intense than usual, but the poor thing can’t form the words, can only shake in your arms and mumble “close…. So close, please. Please…”

You carry on, and the next thing you know, his entire body tenses and he just soaks the bedsheets. You remove your fingers from him but keep pressure on his clit, prolonging his orgasm until he’s whining and then trying to get away.

And then he’s just so tired. He collapses against you, you can feel his smile against your neck as he lays there and tries to get his breath back. The poor thing can’t stop shaking for a good half an hour.

Honestly I think even when he comes around, he’s so out of it that he actually asks why the sheets are wet?

“Mommy?” he asks, brows burrowed with the fittest little confused expression on his face, “why are the sheets wet?”

You just laugh, kissing his neck and saying “that was you, honey”

“Me?” he asks, confused, “what did I do?”

“You squirted,” you explain, laughing because you can’t believe Charles doesn’t even remember yet. You’re already making plans to tease him about this later.

“Oh,” he says, and then you realise he’s remembered when he starts giggling and blushing.

“You made me squirt, mommy!” He says, giggling and turning so that he’s laying sideways between your legs.

“I did,” you confirm, kissing the top of his head.

Then he starts to babble about how good it felt, how different it was, how much he loved it, how he didn’t know he could do that. And then of course he thanks you over and over again.

“We’ll have to try again one day,” you tell him, just to see him pout. Of course you’re going to make him do it again tomorrow, but you know that teasing him will make him whine and pout.

And also, I’d like to add a thought: making Charles put his own towels down before you do something that might make him squirt?

Of course you can do for him, and you enjoy looking after him. But you discover that making him put the towels down himself is like another layer of slight humiliation? Reminding him that he’s about to make a mess, that’s he’s about to be your messy little boy who soaks anything that’s under him.

#sub!charles #cl #f!reader #📓 #👗 #nsfw.

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#5

Okay but do I... Make an Eddie Munson RP blog..?

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#4

@theresastargirl​ asked “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” from x

Fitz shifted his weight off his injured leg, hissing at the PAIN that ran through his veins before he took Ophelia’s outstretched hand.

“Thank you,” he said gently, his words quiet under his grimace of pain. “Christ, tha’ hurts...”

3 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#3

@biochemiist​

To say that Fitz had lost track of TIME would be an understatement. Did time even exist anymore? Without the sun rising and falling, it was hard to tell. All he really knew anymore was dust and blue. Dust and blue and IT. It that lived in the shadows and the sandstorms and the dark moments.

It that whispered and tried its absolute damndest to lure him out and kill him, drive him insane just like it did to the others. 

There was nothing on this hellscape of a planet left. It was just Fitz. Just Fitz...

Until he heard her.

It wasn’t uncommon for It to use voices, to try and call for him and lure him out, but most of those voices had been men, but this... this voice was new. And it was close. Just above the trapdoor near the lake...

He watched her, sometimes, hidden in the reeds, but he couldn’t be sure. Maybe It had gotten smarter and was trying something new... Either way, he had to catch It, to find out what It wanted.

So, he lured her over, tossing rocks at the reeds, the noise of it attracting her until she was standing right on top of the trapdoor. The moment she fell through, he ran, covering up the hole in trap again.

He’d made the cage ahead of time, all he had to do was tie the walls together. And judging by how heavily she -- It? -- was breathing, he had plenty of time to do that before she woke up again.

100 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

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@biochemiist​

Fitz had seen her come in before. The first time, she had been with another woman, the pair of them laughing and smiling, sipping wine at their table. She looked over in his direction from time to time, but it was only ever a passing glance, just looking at the art on the walls or the chandelier above his head. Maybe once she looked at him, just to see who was playing the piano, but he wasn’t sure. Regardless, he kept his head down and focused on the keys under his fingers.

She was back again about two weeks later. Her hair had been cut shorter, and her dress was the same as the one her friend had been wearing last time. Maybe they shared wardrobes, or something. Was that weird of him to notice?

It seemed like she was there for some sort of meeting, if the other fancily dressed people were anything to judge by, and the short conversations about what... seemed like business, maybe? Still, he focused on the keys, focused on the sheet music and the tablet in front of him.

The third time he saw her, it was in the corner of his right eye. She was talking to Hunter at the bar, and the pair of them kept nodding towards him. He tried to keep his focus on the composition he was playing, but a pop-up on his tablet alerted him that Hunter and this mystery woman were indeed talking about him, as Hunter had slyly texted him under the bar without ever breaking eye contact or conversation with the woman.

HUNTER: Incoming - lady wants to talk to you

Fitz blinked at his tablet and his mouth moved a little, no words or distinguishable sounds passing his lips. And, sure enough, the woman was walking towards his piano now, lingering near the rear leg as he played. She was still far enough away from him that she wouldn’t see his wheelchair, wouldn’t really notice the way he was sitting or that his head tilt wasn’t just a matter of him focusing.

He let his eyes flicker towards her, then back to his keyboard, and he nodded his head towards the sign propped up on the lid of the piano. PLEASE WAIT UNTIL I FINISH PLAYING THIS SONG TO MAKE A REQUEST.

326 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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@biochemiist​

Fitz had been working for the SHIELD 616 for just about two years. Becoming a firefighter hadn’t been his original plan for his life, but something about the team had just felt right, so he’d made the change from volunteer to full-time, and never looked back. Sure, it was dangerous, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes consider the what-ifs, but he liked his work, liked his team.

When one of the EMTs had left, having finished medical school and moved on to become a trauma doctor, there had been an open position. The fire captain, Coulson, and the paramedic captain, had interviewed people to fill Lincoln’s spot, though Fitz hadn’t had a chance to meet them until today.

It had been a relatively easy day, with the crew taking advantage of the gap between calls. Fitz was flat on his back on the creeper seat, only his feet sticking out from under the rig, when he heard a new voice call out a hesitant hello.

“Jus’ a second!” he called back, shifting his feet so he could push himself out from under the firetruck. He was sure that he looked a right mess, his hands greasy, his face, too. He was also sure that he’d have to change, his shirt dirty from being on the floor.

When he finally resurfaced from under the truck, he was immediately looking up at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she was wearing the EMT uniform. ( So she was Lincoln’s replacement, then. ) For a moment, Fitz couldn’t remember how to breathe, his mouth open slightly as he stared up at her, still flat on his back, covered in engine grease.

“... Hi.”

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[beomiesz]

TXT's top 5 kinks

ask: What’s ur top 5 kinks for each member??

genre: smut (duh), fluffy if you squint.

kink warnings: degradation kink, praise kink, dumbfication kink, corruption kink, dacryphilia kink, size kink, bulge kink, bondage, spit kink, hair pulling, bite kink, breath play, thigh ride, sensory deprivation, strength kink, spanking kink, dry humping, body worshipping and voice kink.

a/n: anon i lost your post in my inbox ?? idk what's happened but i worked all afternoon on this one and your ask did make me excited so i will post it anyway ! and that's a good one !

most of them are giving, so i only marked when it's receiving ^3^

yeonjun !!

degradation kink

he loves to call you his little cockslut, his personal cumdump and see the way you get embarrassed by him saying how much of a whore you're for be liking it when you clench around him.

praise kink (both giving and receiving)

for giving, walks side by side with his degradation kink, he will say shit like "what a good boy/girl, taking all i'm giving you. my pretty, little slut."

for receiving, he wants you to verbalize how good he makes you feel, he lives for your pleasure, so tell him you love his cock and you have this man on your hand palm.

dumbfication kink

have you babbling incoherent words and pleas, all drunk for his cock and only his, he'll make sure to fuck you until all you can remember is his name.

corruption kink

loves to teach his lil cute, innocent s/o all the dirty things he knows, the nastiest ones. goes crazy when sees you wanting to please him even though you don't know too much yet, looking at him with that big doe eyes which scream for him to pound you into the mattress, and you don't even know the effect it causes on him :(

dacryphilia kink

linked with his corruption kink, see you literally crying of pleasure, overwhelmed with how good he makes you feel, it's such an ego boost for this man, he can go for two ways, either mocking you and being all faux sympathy or kissing your tears away, saying how good youre for him :(

soobin !!

size kink

the way you look so tiny under him, the way his hands look even bigger around your waist, the way you struggle to take his cock in your tiny hole doesn't matter how many times y'all had fucked :( he can't get enough of it. also, he loves to manhandle you. if he's dominating, he will 100% do it, unconsciously. you just feel so good around him he can't help it :( he wants to feel your warmth in any position, and the whines you let out whenever he takes absolute control over your body urge him to do it.

bulge kink

linked with his size kink, would literally go feral and cum on the spot if the outline of his dick could be seen on your tummy, he knows your much smaller than him but at this point ??? this drives him insane.

praise kink (receiving)

say how big his cock is and how good it fucks you when he's in charge and he'll give you the best orgasm you ever had ! but if he subs ? call him your pretty good boy and cute baby will be all whiny and do anything for you.

degradation kink (receiving)

degrade! this! man! tell him how bad is that he has such a pretty, big cock but yet useless, how bad that he can't use it properly and you have no choice but to sit on his face so he can eat you out and please you the way you taught him, poor baby would literally cry saying that's not true :(

bondage kink (receiving)

he loves to feel completely helpless as you use his body for your own pleasure, tie him up and make him your fucktoy, he'll literally be in heaven, he wants to be your good boy and just the idea of being used by you to get off can make him cum :( lives for you riding him, he swears he never saw anything prettier than you on top of him.

beomgyu !!

spit kink (both giving and receiving)

man's just love anything which allows him to get messy nasty, spit on any part of your body principally your mouth and have you spitting on his cock makes this man go feral.

hair pulling (both giving and receiving)

pull his hair when he's giving you head and your legs will be shaking like they never had, he'll eat you out with a thousand times more devotion, like you're his favorite meal.

for giving, your scalp and your waist are his hands' place when he's taking you from behind. this allows him to glue his chest on your back and whisper the filthiest things into your ear, your head on his shoulder as he kisses you hungrily and his hips snap against your ass.

dacryphilia kink

beomgyu loves seeing you cry but unlike yeonjun, it's not because of how good he makes you feel. gyu wants you to cry of frustration bc all you want is cum but he keeps edging you and denying that oh so sweet release >:( he wants to hear your sobs as you try to pull away from him, whining that it's too much when he's overstimulating you, 10/10 he'll mock you asking if it wasn't what you wanted and lock his arms on your hips so you can do nothing but take what he's giving you.

bite kink (both giving and receiving)

tbh i see him with a mark kink in general. scratches, bites, bruises, hickeys, anything which reminds him of what you two did and will be a big deal for you to hide but hey! gyu doesn't want you to hide his work of art >:(

degradation kink

man will call you his cumslut, cocksleeve, useless fucktoy and dumb boy/girl, he will tell you how disgusting you are for letting him use you as he pleases and for liking it. for sure will make you beg to cum just to call you stupid little thing and hear you whimpering.

taehyun !!

breath play

simply loves to choke you !! see your helpless gaze at him as he grips your throat tightly, or hear your gags when you choke on his cock- man goes feral.

thigh ride

loves to see you fall apart on his thigh, the way you get all whiny begging for him to help bc you can't please yourself on your own :( such an invite for him to mock and degrade you.

sensory deprivation

ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds and even a ballgag, anything that allows him to be in full control of your body, the feeling of having your pleasure on his hand palm, he just can't get enough of it. also, the way you trust him to let your safety in his hands, totally restrained for him to do whatever he wants to.

strength kink

the fact that he can easily overpower you makes his brain go dizzy, he can immobilize your body just with his arms and manhandle you like you're a ragdoll and all you will do is whine for him.

spanking kink

he just can't keep his hands off you, whatever position he's taking you, he's slapping your ass, thighs, breasts and even your face, he loves the way you whine whenever he gives you smacks and loves to see his handprint on the skin of your butt when y'all are done.

hueningkai !!

size kink

man's broad he can't help it, he just finds adorable how smaller you look when you're under or on top of him, whatever. he loves how he can easily hold your hips in the air when you're straddling his lap and fuck into you ruthlessly, hearing your little sounds of happiness for being so full of him.

dry humping

hyuka is an absolute sucker for dry humping with you, nearly all your make-out sessions end up with y'all grinding on each other like horny dogs. loves how you take control when youre above him even if your a sub most of the time, and gets all whiny the closer he feels from the edge. also loves the moans you release when youre about to cum and the way your hips stutter against his, you going back to being a whiny baby when you come, whimpering his name.

praise kink (receiving)

please praise this man he needs it :( tell him how good he's doing and how much of a pretty, good boy he is for you. also, pat! his! head! caress his hair in a way of saying 'good job' and his heart will melt.

body worshipping (both giving and receiving)

just loves to hear you worshipping his body, kissing his skin like he was the prettiest thing in the world (and for you he actually is) and sees your eyes full of stars as you look at him, he just wants you to know he feels the same :( wouldn't shut up about how gorgeous every piece of your skin is, how he loves everything in you and how lucky he is for having you :(

voice kink

man i dunno but i feel like hyuka is a little pervy who'd pop out a boner just by hearing you say his name a bit whiner than usual, and poor baby would be so embarrassed for this :( but he can't help but remember you moaning his name all the times he fucked you, and wants to hear it again :( i'm sure his cock would twitch inside you whenever you cry out for him and you can't change my mind.

man there were so many kinks i didn't put on it bc you asked for five only T-T i'll just put it here and don't expand 🤫

daddy kink, brat taming and breed kink for dom!jun

mommy/daddy kink and dumbfication for sub!soobs; creampie kink and nipple play for switch!soobs

exhibitionism and humiliation kink for dom!gyu, choking for switch!gyu

sir kink, sexting and mirror kink for dom!taehyun

#txt smut #txt hard hours #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #beomgyu smut #taehyun smut #hueningkai smut #yeonjun hard hours #soobin hard hours #beomgyu hard hours #taehyun hard hours #hueningkai hard hours #[ ☆ – hard hours.]

[reidsnose]

hair tie

overview: spencer and the reader start carpooling to work together

genre: fluff!!

a/n: i really dont know if this one is any good i just thought the idea was cute but let me know what yall think :)

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spencer was startled by the sudden knock, guests were rare in his little apartment, let alone this early in the morning. a bit paranoid he put his hand over the gun attached to his hip, just in case.

what surprised him even more than the unexpected knock was seeing you through the peep hole when he got to the door.

"y/n? are you ok?" he worried, scanning you up and down quickly to make sure you weren't hurt.

"no um i'm ok," you nervously chewed on your lip, "i was going to call you but i don't have your cell yet. oh my gosh this is going to sound so weird."

you were relatively new to the BAU and they were all very welcoming. the only person who seemed a little bit more closed off was Spencer.

it was true, he was avoiding you a little bit, but only because you were the most beautiful human being he had ever seen; which only made you that much more intimidating. he was afraid. what if he said something stupid? what if the second he opened his mouth you started thinking he was just his IQ. but you were fully a part of the team now. he would have to at least be aquatinted with you.

"its ok, you can say it." he encouraged kindly, causing you to visibly relax.

"ok. oh before i ask i want to preface this by saying you could totally say no i completely understand its a super weird thing especially because we barely know each other." you took a breath as he nodded, a slightly amused smile toyed with his lips.

"i understand the implications. proceed." he mentally slapped himself for wording his thoughts like that.

"do you maybe.. wanna drive to work together? i heard you talking about how you take the train and i also heard that you have an aversion to germs and i drive by your apartment to get to work anyway so i-" you cut yourself off, looking up and seeing him staring at you wide eyed. "i'm sorry this is too weird i over stepped my boundaries and now you dislike me even more. i'm sorry for interrupting your morning. um, you're going to be late for work if i don't leave you alone so ill just- sorry. i'm sorry."

truthfully, this was one of the kindest things anyone has ever offered to do for him. and you offered it with genuine kindness, no ulterior motives to try and get something from him. he stood stunned. how were you so beautiful AND kind. and still somehow a little intimidating.

"we're gonna be late" he called out.

"what?" you turned, having already walked a couple steps from his apartment, your heart beating a bit faster at the sound of his voice.

"you said i'm going to be late. but were carpooling. so we'll both be late," he said matter-a-factly, grabbing his coat and satchel.

"YES!" you laughed, a cracking a wide smile and punching the air triumphantly.

you leaned against the railing of the stairs as you watched him lock up. he was tall and slender and very handsome. so handsome. not handsome like morgan, handsome in a way you were sure you'd never seen before. an incredibly unique and scarce handsomeness that only Spencer Reid had. you tried to forget those thoughts as he began walking towards you.

"i don't dislike you, by the way." he blurted as the two of you walked down the stairs. he felt bad that he made you think he isn't fond of you; the problem was he was too fond of you.

"oh! thats good i've been trying to think of every interaction we've ever had because i was afraid i might have said or done something."

"truth be told," he huffed out a breath, "i was kind of intimidated by you."

you laughed a real, genuine laugh from deep in your belly as you reached your car. the sheer coincidence of the situation as well as your entirely non intimidating nature was seriously laughable.

"you cant be serious! did Garcia tell you?" you asked, completely dumbfounded.

"tell me what?" he asked back, confusion lacing his voice.

"that i was intimidated by you!" you confessed.

"what? this guy in Texas called me a pipe cleaner with eyes! how could i have possibly intimidated you?"

he looked around your car trying to subtly profile you. thats when he noticed you had put hand sanitizer in the passenger side door. and you had pushed the seat back to accommodate for his long legs. it was just two little things, two ways you put a little extra effort in to make him feel welcome, but he was 100% positive if he thought about it too much he would cry. he felt the need to do something like this for you. not to get even or anything, but simply because he wanted to make you feel the way he felt right now.

"i don't know! you're so tall and smart and you seemed quiet but i guess thats only because you were avoiding me. are you sure garcia didnt tell you?" you laughed, watching the road.

now it was his turn to laugh, "no i swear, Garcia didn't say anything about that to me!"

The two of you continued driving, either talking or sitting in a comfortable silence. and this little carpool became a tradition. the two of you arriving and leaving work together every single day, causing the two of you to become closer.

you had to admit, every morning and evening you spent with Spencer made him just seem more and more perfect. unbeknownst to you, the exact same thing was happening with him.

he noticed, one day, as you were pulling your hair up to tie in a ponytail, your hands alternated searching your wrists for a hair tie but there wasn't one there. once he noticed it once, he started noticing it constantly. on a case, in the office, in the car, at a bar. you always seemed to forget your hair ties.

so he went to the store after you drive him home one day, and got a few packs of hair ties. after paying for them, he put one on each wrist and the rest in his satchel, so next time, when you needed one, he'd have it.

he felt like such a creep, constantly watching you to see when you would try to put your hair up. of course the rest of the team took notice, though they had noticed your obvious incline towards each other, Spencer was clearly acting a little weird.

and then it happened.

the two of you were partnered to go to the crime scene on a case, and you went to tie up your hair before you entered the scene. he could hardly contain his excitement, his mind moving a mile a minute trying to decide how he wanted to give you the hair tie. he watched one of your hands search your wrist, but this time it pulled off a little black band and started looping it around your hair.

he couldn't believe it. he finally had a chance to make you feel a portion of the way he felt when he saw your effort in making his car Spencer-friendly, and new he had to think of a new way to do it.

snap.

he looked over and saw you holding what used to be your hair tie, now no longer a band, but a completely useless elastic line.

"you've gotta be-" you muttered to yourself, but your sentence was interrupted as Spencer nonchalantly jutted his wrist towards you. "what are you doing?"

"take my hair tie." he stated simply, trying so hard not to blush. this became even harder as your fingers graced the skin of his wrist while you pulled the hair tie off.

"oh! thank you! you're a life saver!" you breathed, cracking a wide smile as you used it to tie your hair up.

you couldn't help the butterflies going absolutely insane in your stomach. why did he have a hair tie? does he tie his hair up sometimes? why have you never seen it up? you tried to suppress a smile, that would be completely inappropriate for a crime scene.

but you couldn't suppress the warm feeling in your chest. because that was always there when Spencer was around.

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Forget me Too

Author’s notes: little toxic brain rot Drabble inspired by MGK and Halsey’s song Forget me too.

MINORS DNI

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Warning: NSFW, hate fucking, unprotected sex, toxic relationship, possessive behavior (Gojo’s), cream pie, implied cheating.

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“I left before you woke up, why don’t I ever see you sober?”

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Gojo opened his eyes and pawed the bed looking for you. Your side was cold, his eyes shot open, “Y/N?” He called for you getting out of the bed completely naked as he roamed over his apartment looking for you.

You were gone.

“Fuck!” He punched the closest wall driving effectively a hole through the concrete. Gojo was certain he would have a broken hand if his infinity wasn’t protecting him.

You did this every time he got you back and ended up dragging you to his bed.

Things wouldn’t be so complicated if he hadn’t started cheating on you which in exchange made you move out of his apartment and start sleeping around as well. He had no fucking right to demand shit from you but when he saw you last night at that bar. Draped all over some dude’s lap while you kissed him the way you used to kiss Satoru before you left… he couldn’t stand it.

In a few long strides he was behind you, grabbing your arm and yanking you away from the confused long haired blonde fucker that had been touching what only belonged to Satoru.

He didn’t pay any mind to your screams as he dragged you out of there; a couple bystanders thought about interfering and helping you but he quickly covered you in his infinity as well making you completely inaccessible to anyone but him. He forced you out of the bar and towards the alley next to it “shut the fuck up!” He groaned before warping you both back to his apartment.

“Fuck you! I hate you!”

“Yeah.. I bet you do, doll” he answered before pulling you towards him, grabbing a handful of your h/c hair in his grasp, holding you in place while he assaulted your lips. His tongue forced its way inside your mouth to find yours. You bit him. Pulling back for a second Satoru chuckled, a drop of blood trailed down the corner of his lips “I’m gonna make you regret that princess” the dark promise was expelled before he dove in again for another kiss. This one much angrier and forceful than the last. Pushing you against the wall, making your spine connect painfully with the concrete; the hand that wasn’t holding you hair moved to your ass. Grabbing it under your skimpy short dress. Groaning his hand changed course and caressed its way to the front of your panties where he found the damp fabric between your tights. “You sure you don’t want this baby? You pussy says otherwise” you leveled him with a glare that only made him laugh.

You jumped holding onto his shoulders so you could wrap your legs around his waist, that positively shut him up. “Shut the fuck up” you spit his own words back at him before you started the next kiss.

Satoru moved you both to his bed where he threw you unceremoniously, rolling up your dress he didn’t even try to remove your panties yanking them to the side with so much force they ripped at the bottom. You gasped and slapped his arm letting him know you didn’t like that. He gave you a grin in return before lowering himself between your legs and start licking your outer labia. Passing his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves he loved so much. The pleasure that invaded your senses made you scream, your back trying to arch off the bed told him he was doing it right. “Stay still princess or I’ll have to tie you up” he warns making you moan softly and spread your legs wider. His tongue delves inside your dripping cunt making you scream for him. Pulling back just enough so he can replace his tongue with two fingers he returns to stimulate your clit with little kitten licks just to edge you enough.

You are a moaning mess by the time he decides he’s had enough himself. Unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants Gojo pulls them down along with his boxers. His heavy cock springs free slapping his stomach. Your mouth dried at the sight, he was so big. Gojo grins following the direction of your eyes.

Cocky bastard, you think rolling your eyes. But that’s the last coherent thought you have for the night. Not long after, he grabs you by the ankles dragging you closer to him, spreading you open for him. The hot tip of his cock dripping cum, he teases you getting his member wet in your juices. “Look at me princess” he demands and you can’t help but do as he asks. The moment your eyes connect he thrusts with all his might until he is fully sheathed within you. With a scream your eyes roll back.

He made you feel so full. He stays still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your walls contracting around him, squeezing his cock inside you as if you never wanted him to leave.

“Fuck…” groans the platinum haired sorcerer before his hips start rocking on their own accord. You felt so good, wrapped tightly around his dick, inviting him to plow your sweet pussy into submission “you are mine…” he growls on your ear, you moan louder “answer me princess… is this little cunt mine?” His movements never falter while he speaks his thumb finds your clit rubbing small circles on it. Your moans are louder “y…yes…” you choke out.

“Yes…what?! Doll?” He punctuates every word with a harsh thrust “yes it’s yours! My pussy belongs to you Satoru” you yell back; waves of pleasure ripple through his body when he hears you confirming his claim over you. Holding your hips tightly he lifts your butt from the bed to thrust at a deeper angle. Your tits jolting with every penetration driving him insane with lust. His mouth wraps around a perky bud sucking hard getting a squeal from you.

Satoru allows himself to lose control with you, fucking you hard and fast, driving his thick cock deeper and faster every time he went back in. The room was filled with his grunts, your screams, the sound of slapping skin and the rattling of the king size bed that was almost rocked off its frame with the brutality of his movements.

You contract deliciously around his cock and he knows you are close “come for me doll” coos on your ear. “Don’t… don’t come inside” you manage to beg him. To which Satoru responds by glaring at you and ramming his cock harder making it kiss the back of your cervix within, making you scream louder at the exquisite rhythm he is fucking you with “I’m gonna cum inside your pussy and fill you up to the brim with my seed princess, because this pussy belongs to me and I’m gonna mark it with my cum” you only moan as an answer.

Honestly as this point he has been thinking about fucking a baby in you just so you would stop running away from him. He wanted back what you two had before all of his spiraled out of control. He wanted you to be his and only his. He was done with sleeping around, no woman could ever compare to you.

When Gojo came he grunted your name while he spilled himself inside you. He refuses to move until he was certain you took all of his cum like a good girl.

Finally after sharing a kiss he pulled you to lay on his chest, covering your with the sheets he fell asleep.

Which is what took him to this morning, when he woke up alone on his bed.

You’ve told him so many times to forget you but he couldn’t do it, and neither could you.

At the end you both always went back to each other.

“You want me to forget you, Ok, forget me too”

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