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do you write for lookism?

no sorry

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Pillow Princes

They don’t do much except lie back and let you take care of everything—because honestly, that’s their favorite thing. Whether you’re running your fingers through their hair or pressing gentle kisses to their neck, they soak it all in like they’re being crowned royalty.

During sex, they’re your needy little mess. Lying beneath you, breath shaky, they plead with you to keep going, to tell them they’re yours, to push them further. They beg softly and whine just for your attention and validation, loving every second you focus on them.

On rare occasions, they will go out of their way to give you a mind blowing blowjob. Just to remind you they aren't totally spoilt.

Nagi, Shinsou, Shoto, Kenma - your faves <3

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here I come again..

any asks?

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Omega Bakugou and his alpha mate taking care of him in his heat? 👉🏻👈🏻 Just sweet and smutty fluffy

Slick, Sweet, and Spoiled

pairings: katsuki X top male reader

warnings: creampie, knots, heat sex

As soon as I reached the door of my apartment, I was hit by the scent of burnt sugar and ash—Katsuki.

I’d known he was entering heat the moment I’d woken up that morning. He’d practically climbed into my lap, nuzzling and whining, trying to convince me to stay home and preen over him like he wanted. Like he so clearly needed. When I told him I couldn’t, he sparked up snapping at my "audacity" while clinging to my shirt.

If I’d had the luxury, I would’ve stayed. But unfortunately, no one in Mustafa had the decency to stop getting injured for just one damn day.

Now, I was finally home. I pushed open the barrier between me and my Omega, stopping in the entryway to breathe him in. I couldn’t help it—my own pheromones slipped into the air, thick and grounding, instinct demanding I make my presence known.

The apartment was dim, illuminated by the early setting sun, but the space was alive with Katsuki’s scent: sweet, sharp, desperate.

Gazing around our shared home, I spotted multiple open packets of spicy moshi nuggets his favorite heat food. They lay half-finished, discarded in random places.

I leaned in the doorway of our bedroom, basking in the sight before me: my Omega, instincts high, inhibitions low, curled into our nest. He’d gone all-out. The bedding was creatively decorated with my hoodies, shirts he’d stolen, and even that awful scarf his mom gave him. I caught a whiff of Kirishima and Denki in the mix—Katsuki always liked having his pack close during heat.

Unknowingly, I let more of my scent seep out, responding to his needs.

Katsuki’s head snapped up, ruby-red eyes locking onto mine. His lips were parted, cheeks flushed, sweat-damp bangs clinging to his forehead. He looked absolutely wrecked—and gorgeous.

Mine.

I stepped forward slowly, careful not to cross into the boundaries of his territory without permission.

“Katsuki,” I said softly, voice dipping into my Alpha-tone without meaning to, “how are you feeling?”

"Fucking fine, since you've were gone I handled it myself." He growled at me his face glowering at me. I slightly winced at his words, but he was more adorable in this state than intimidating.

I could see perfectly he was not "fucking fine" but bruising an omega’s pride while they are in heat. Is a sure fire way to get yourself kicked out.

I instead sat on the edge of his nest smiling softly at him. "I'm sorry for neglecting you Imega but i had no choice. "

I could see he was still annoyed but it eventually faded to want. He slightly nodded his head wrapping himself with his blanket.

I grinned and stepped into his nest without hesitation, immediately wrapping him in my arms.

He let out a light growl, territorial -but through the heat-glazed haze in his eyes, I could see the truth. He needed me desperately.

Without a word, he buried his face into my scent gland, breathing me in like oxygen.

We stayed like that for a while, his body pressed tightly against mine, his breathing finally settling as he dozed in my lap. His fists were curled in my hoodie, cheek nuzzled against my chest, and I kept running my fingers through his hair, grounding him with murmured words of praise.

But his heat doesn’t stay back for long.

Soon enough, he started to stir again—restless, fidgeting, his hips twitching. I felt it before he even spoke.

“Please... I need it,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

How the hell was I supposed to say no to that?

He rolled his hips down into my lap, and I groaned low in my throat. His slick had completely soaked through the flimsy material of his shorts, sticking to my pants.

He kissed me like he’d die without my touch—needy, panting, almost frantic. I devoured him right back, our mouths crashing together in a kiss that was more hunger than affection.

My hands wandered underneaty his shirt, as i touched his hot skin, he gasped into my mouth, jerking against me. He was so sensitive, every inch of him trembling under my touch.

He began grinding harder, rutting against me with urgent motions, his Omega instincts taking over. I had to get him undressed or he was going to ruin both our clothes.

I leaned back slightly, keeping one arm around his waist as I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt.

“Let me take this off, baby,” I murmured against his jaw, letting my lips graze the flushed skin there.

He nodded -barely- and lifted his arms without hesitation, whimpering softly when the fabric brushed over his oversensitive skin. His shirt came off in one smooth motion, and I tossed it to the side of the nest without looking.

His chest heaved with every breath. Sweat beaded at his collarbones. He was absolutely burning up. The muscles in his stomach fluttered as I traced one hand down his torso, fingertips following the sharp dips of his ribs.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Katsuki,” I whispered, letting my lips brush over his neck as I praised him. “All needy and messy for me.”

He let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips. “Don’t- don’t fucking tease—”

I hushed him with a kiss, slower this time, deeper. My hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, slick already dripping from the soaked fabric. I could feel the heat radiating off of him in waves.

“Gonna take these off, yeah?” I asked, thumb slipping under the waistband, teasing the skin of his hip.

He nodded quickly, desperation cracking his voice. “Please, please, Alpha need you, need you so bad—”

I groaned at the raw ache in his voice, and pulled his shorts down slowly, letting them drag across his thighs. They peeled away wetly, sticky with heat-slick, and he let out a breathless whimper when the cool air hit his swollen, dripping cock and flushed entrance.

“Fuck,” I murmured, taking in the sight of him. “You’re already so wet for me.”

“Because I need you,” he bit out, voice shaking with need. “You said you’d take care of me—”

“And I will.” My voice dropped into a low promise, all Alpha now. “I’ve got you, Katsuki. I’ve got you.”

I pushed him back into the nest gently, laying him down against the pile of stolen shirts and familiar fabrics. His thighs fell open without protest, slick glistening between them, and he reached for me- eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, every inch of him screaming want.

“Don’t make me wait,” he whispered.

I didn’t plan to.

"Katsuki. If you want me to take care of you you'll have to be patient." I said sternly stopping all stimulation looking him dead in the eye so he knwew i wasnt playing.

I laid him back against the bed, shifting down between his thighs, I settled in where I had the perfect view of his flushed, trembling body. I slid a single finger inside him, and his whole face lit up- eyes fluttering, lips parting, the tension in his shoulders easing all at once. He knew he was finally going to get the pleasure he deserved.

I added a second finger quickly, the slick coating him making it easy to scissor and stretch him open. His heat had left him so soft, so wet—his body ready to take anything I gave.

“Alpha... Alpha!” he cried out, voice high and broken, grinding back against my hand with desperate little rolls of his hips. His thighs were trembling on either side of me, slick glistening as it smeared along my knuckles and his inner thighs.

He was wrecked already—and we’d barely started.

But when he started to clench around my fingers too tightly, body moving faster, I pulled my hand back and stilled completely. I looked up at him—his face flushed, pupils blown wide, a sheen of sweat across his brow and held his gaze.

“Katsuki,” I said firmly, voice dipping into a command, “if you want me to take care of you, you’re going to have to be patient.”

His eyes widened, lip wobbling slightly as he whined out his frustration. But I didn’t budge. I kept my hand resting against his thigh, close enough to feel him twitch, but far enough to make him ache for it.

“I’m not playing,” I added, eyes locked on his. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

He whimpered, nodding fast, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes from the denied pleasure. “Y-Yes, Alpha. Please. I’ll be good I’ll be so good for you- just don’t stop.”

I watched him squirm for another beat, savoring the sight of him pliant and begging- cheeks flushed, thighs twitching, hands gripping the edge of the blanket like he’d fly apart if he let go.

Once I was satisfied with his obedience, I rewarded him with a slow touch. My fingers found his entrance again, pushing in steadily until both slid home with ease. His head dropped back against the pillows, a choked moan tearing from his throat.

“That’s it,” I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his hipbone. “That’s my good Omega. Knew you could behave for me.”

He keened at the praise, his entire body arching up into the rhythm I set—fingers curling just right to brush over that spot inside him that made his walls flutter and clench. I kept the pace deliberately steady, stretching him open while watching his reactions like I was studying art.

“You’re doing so well,” I breathed against his skin, my other hand smoothing over the taut muscle of his thigh. “Taking me so good. So warm and wet for your Alpha.”

Katsuki sobbed, voice breaking. “I can’t I’m gonna-Alpha, I’m gonna come—!”

“No, you’re not,” I said gently, twisting my fingers just as I slowed them, keeping him hovering at the edge but not letting him fall. “Not yet, baby.”

He cried out in frustration, his body trembling from how close he was. His cock was flushed and leaking, untouched between us, and I made a point not to touch it—not until he earned it.

“You wanna come?” I asked, my voice low and close to his ear now. “You want to soak this whole nest with how needy you are?”

“Yes! Yes, please, Alpha—I’ll do anything, just let me—!”

I curled my fingers again, pressing just right, watching his eyes roll back. But I didn’t speed up. I kept him right there—on that impossible edge, panting and whimpering, his whole body begging.

“You’ll come when I say you can,” I growled softly, licking the sweat from the side of his throat. “Not a second before.”

He sobbed beneath me, clinging to the shredded control I let him keep. His body clenched desperately around my fingers, to try and keep me there.

I growled as I slipped in no matter how much I stretched him he always remained so tight.

I shifted slightly pushing in and out to get a feel of him - unintentionally causing him to let out a sweet moan. Once I found my footing I wasted no time to fuck the shit out of him.

But I pulled my fingers out anyway, watching his slick hole clench around nothing in protest.

He whimpered at the loss.

Working quickly, I stripped off my clothes, not caring where they landed—too focused on the treat sprawled out beneath me. Katsuki looked wrecked, flushed from head to toe, hair damp with sweat, chest rising and falling in erratic bursts. His thighs were spread wide, twitching slightly, his entrance still glistening and needy from my fingers.

“Fuck me, please!” he cried, grabbing at my cock with both hands, trying to line me up himself.

I groaned at the touch—at the sight of my Omega so undone, so desperate to be bred he couldn’t even wait for permission.

“You’re so needy for it, huh?” I growled, voice rough with lust. “Want your Alpha to stuff you full?”

He nodded frantically, tears clinging to his lashes.

I pressed forward, slowly sinking into his heat—and snarled at the way he gripped me. No matter how many times I prepped him, he was always tight.

“Fuck,” I hissed, burying myself deeper. “You’re squeezing me so good, baby.”

Katsuki choked on a moan, head tilting back against the pillow, his fingers curling into the sheets as I began to move- shallow thrusts at first, testing the stretch, getting used to the hot, wet clench of him.

It was supposed to be slow, just at the start—but the second he let out a soft, broken “Ah- Alpha—”, I lost it.

I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in one harsh thrust, and he screamed. His back arched, his walls fluttering around me, already on the edge from being teased for so long.

I gripped his hips and fucked into him hard, deep, fast—no teasing now.

The nest rustled around us as I drove him into the mattress, the sound of skin on skin sharp and obscene. His cock leaked between us, untouched, bouncing with every thrust.

“Take it,” I growled, leaning down to sink my teeth into the soft skin at his neck.

“Yes, yes- thank you, Alpha!*” he sobbed, voice cracking. “So full- feels so good don’t stop—”

“I’m not gonna stop,” I promised darkly, lips brushing his ear. “Not until you’re knotted and bred like you need to be.”

His walls were fluttering erratically around me, drawing me in deeper with every desperate grind of his hips. Katsuki’s head was tossed back, mouth open, gasping helplessly as I pounded into him without restraint.

“Alpha fuck- s’too much” he babbled, voice cracking on every thrust. “Feels so good, s’full !”

“You can* take it,” I growled against his throat, my hands gripping his waist hard enough to bruise. “You were made for this. Made to take your Alpha’s knot.”

He let out a high-pitched whine, his legs locking around my hips to keep me as close as possible. I could feel the tension building, the pressure in my lower belly growing tight and hot as my knot began to swell at the base of my cock, tugging at the edge of his rim.

Katsuki sobbed at the stretch, his slick going sticky as I bottomed out again and again, each thrust pushing the bulge of my knot harder against his fluttering hole.

“Please—please, knot me—I need it, need you to breed me with pups”

That was it. That was the final push I needed.

I slammed into him one last time and forced my knot past the tight ring of muscle. He screamed—loud, wrecked—his body locking up as I locked into place, grinding deep to make sure we were sealed.

His entire body trembled as I spilled inside him, thick spurts of come painting his walls and filling him so deep that slick and cum were already leaking around the base of the knot. His breath hitched again as I continued to thrust in small, grinding circles, milking every last drop into his greedy, clutching heat.

“That’s it, baby,” I panted, one hand stroking his trembling thigh as I pressed our foreheads together. “Took my knot so well. So perfect for me.”

“Y-you bred me,” he whispered, dazed, pupils blown wide. “F-feel it—Alpha, m’so full…” As he rubbed his stomach cutely.

“You’re mine,” I growled, licking into the bond mark at his neck. “All mine. Gonna keep you stuffed and filled until your heat ends. Gonna make sure every drop stays inside you.”

Katsuki let out a soft, broken moan, his hands curling into my back as he trembled beneath me, overwhelmed and loved.

We stayed like that, locked together in the nest, my knot snug inside him, his body wrapped around mine like he never wanted to let go.

We stayed there, tangled in the scent-drenched nest, my knot still locked inside him. Katsuki was trembling in the afterglow, flushed and fucked-out, cheek pressed to my chest as I stroked down his spine in slow, grounding motions.

But even with his breath shallow and his limbs heavy, I could feel it—the way his hips twitched again, his body starting to squirm.

“Still needy, sweetheart?” I murmured, dragging my fingers through his sweaty hair. “You’re already full, Katsuki. I can feel it leaking out of you.”

“Mmh,” he whined, grinding down against my knot. “Still want you. Still need it…”

I groaned, body tensing as he clenched around the swell, milking me all over again. “You’re insatiable.”

His answer was a low moan and a roll of his hips that nearly made me come again. The heat was working him hard—his body begging for more, even though I hadn’t pulled out yet. Even though he was still full.

“Katsuki,” I growled, pulling back slightly, dragging his hips up until he was straddling me again, still sheathed on my cock. “You want to be bred again while you’re already full?”

He nodded, eyes hazy with tears and lust. “Alpha—please, fuck me like a bitch. Just wanna be used…”

That snapped whatever was left of my restraint

I flipped him with ease, pressing his chest into the nest and hauling his hips up, my hands spreading him open. My knot was beginning to soften, just enough to allow movement—and that was all I needed.

I dragged almost all the way out before slamming back into him, drawing a scream from his throat.

“Look at you,” I snarled, hips snapping forward, the sound of slick and skin echoing through the room. “Already stretched and stuffed but still begging to be bred again.”

His legs trembled, hands fisting the sheets, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as I rutted into him without mercy.

“S-so good Alpha, don’t stop, please—”

“You’re gonna take everything I give you,” I gritted out, slapping his ass hard enough to make him jolt. “Gonna keep you full until you can’t walk straight.”

He let out a broken cry, back arching under the pressure. His cock was untouched, leaking over his stomach, and I reached down to jerk him in time with my thrusts, stroking him rough and fast.

It didn’t take long this time—his body was already on fire, every nerve ending lit up.

“I’m- Alpha, I’m gonna—!” he cried, sobbing as his orgasm ripped through him.

He came hard, clenching down on me violently, milking my cock as I groaned and spilled inside him for the second time. The knot swelled again mid-thrust, locking us together all over.

This time it was messy. His hole was puffy and dripping, our combined slick and cum sloshing out with every twitch of my hips. His body gave out completely, slumping forward into the pile of pillows and my clothes, still whimpering, still twitching.

I collapsed over him, caging him in with my arms and chest, still buried deep, our hearts pounding together.

“You’re unbelievable,” I murmured against his neck, licking at the mark. “So fucking perfect for me.”

“More later?” he mumbled, nearly asleep but still greedy.

I smiled into his skin. “As many rounds as you want, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

The room was thick with the scent of slick, sex, and my pheromones—drenched in it, heady and sweet and sharp, like burnt caramel and firewood.

Katsuki was barely conscious now, boneless under me with a dazed, dreamy expression. His face was pressed into my pillow, drool dampening the fabric. His thighs were still twitching from the overstimulation, and his hole was fluttering weakly around my knot, leaking steadily.

I wrapped my arms around him tighter, cradling him to my chest as we lay there locked together. My lips found the shell of his ear.

“You did so good for me, baby,” I whispered, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from his face. “Took it all like a perfect Omega. So full now.”

He made a soft noise—half whimper, half purr—and turned his head just enough to nuzzle my scent gland.

“Love you,” he slurred. “Smell good. So good…”

I smiled, warm and a little helpless at how adorable he was like this. His heat haze was easing now—slowing—but the possessive clinginess always lingered after the hardest wave.

I slowly, carefully, eased my knot from his stretched hole. He gasped as the seal broke, and I caught his hips as his body went limp, my release spilling out in slow drips down his thighs.

I cleaned him gently with a warm cloth, murmuring little praises as he squirmed under the attention.

We lay there in silence for a while after , curled in our messy, rumpled nest. I tucked the comforter around him and tucked his hand against my chest, letting him fall asleep to the sound of my heartbeat.

His scent clung to me, wild and sweet. His mark on my throat still throbbed gently, and mine on his glowed soft and golden beneath the skin.

Katsuki Bakugou—my fierce, gorgeous Omega—was all mine.

Exactly where he belonged.

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If you are still taking requests, I need a dom alpa reader and omega Gojo Satoru story with a hint of a jealous alpha Geto Suguru.

Months after the famous KFC breakup, Geto gets a video from an unknown number. The video is of Gojo with a new alpha (reader), The reader never did like Geto and is using this to antagonize him. Reader is railing Gojo to the point of stupidity, asking him (Gojo is so far gone in pleasure and lust that he is unaware) questions like who does Gojo belong to and is the reader an better alpha than Geto.

Sent ||

The tea had long gone cold.

Geto didn't notice. Didn't care. His fingers curled around the chipped rim of the ceramic cup like a lifeline, something to do with his hands besides refreshing the same blank message thread for the hundredth time.

The thread read:

> Satoru Gojo

> Last seen: 3 months ago

A lie. Everyone had seen Gojo. He was always seen. Across screens, through gossip, headlines—laughing too brightly, moving too fast. Untouchable and radiant as always. But not here, not with him.

Not since the fight. Not since that night.

Not since Geto, in a rare moment of cold fury, had spat words he couldn't unspeak:

"I’m not your fucking anchor, Satoru."

"Then stop pretending you ever wanted to love me in the first place."

And Gojo had left.

No bond dissolution, no formal severance- just a vacuum where Satoru used to be. An ache that pulsed like phantom limbs around the gland where their scents once curled together like ivy.

The room was too quiet now. He’d once hated Gojo’s habit of filling the silence with nonsense—humming, rambling, awful jokes. Now, the silence felt like it was mocking him. He'd gone through every distraction: training, missions, meditation, sex with strangers who didn’t feel right under his hands.

None of it worked.

He hadn’t even realized he was still staring at Gojo’s contact until the phone buzzed in his palm.

Unknown Number. One File Received.

No text. No context. Just a single video file:

VID\_6478.MP4

Timestamped 3:11 AM.

He almost deleted it.

Almost.

But the preview froze him in place: Gojo’s face—flushed, wide-eyed, mouth open mid-gasp. Pale hair damp with sweat. Skin marked.

It looked like a screenshot pulled from porn, which would’ve been amusing, if not for the thing that turned Geto’s stomach:

The mark on Gojo’s neck. Bold. Deep. Fresh. Not his.

His finger hovered over the play button.

Don't. You don't need to see this. Let it go.

But when had he ever been good at that?

The screen flickers, catching the low hum of air conditioning, the shiver of sheets. Then, there he is.

Gojo.

Bare, flushed, and spread wide on dark sheets that make his pale skin glow. His wrists twitch above his head, loosely restrained by a silk tie he probably begged to wear, if the whimper already leaving his throat was any indication.

His hair clung to his forehead.

His mouth hung open.

His blue eyes- glazed - flickered toward the camera, but there was no recognition.

He didn’t know he was being filmed.

Didn’t care.

“Look at you,” The alpha purred from offscreen. Confident, low, and edged with amusement. “Already shaking, and I’ve barely even started.”

A high, gasping moan from Gojo. His hips lift helplessly as the Alpha's hand comes into frame, sliding up his thigh, spreading him further. His cock is flushed and leaking, resting against his stomach, twitching at every breathless pass of hi fingers.

“You’re going to come just from me talking, huh?” You continued, mocking affection lacing your tone.

“That desperate? Or just that needy for a real Alpha?”

Gojo sobbed.

Shook his head—denial?

Begging?

“You gonna answer me, pretty boy?”

“P-please… need—can’t—please, Alpha…”

You hummed.

The camera jostled as you moved, straddling him, casting shadows across his glowing skin.

Your hand caught his chin—tilting his flushed face toward the lens.

“Say it.”

“Say what-?”

“Say who you belong to.”

There’s a pause. Just a second. He blinks, lips trembling—like there’s a ghost of memory pressing behind his eyes.

"You- I belong to you, Alpha,” he whimpered. “Only you-”

Geto’s blood ran cold.

You laughed. Soft. Mean. Knowing.

“That’s right. Not his anymore. Never his again.”

You leaned down. Lightly bit into his neck, over the faded scar that once held Geto’s mark.

Gojo arched. Cried out. In pleasure. In surrender.

“I want you to remember this part,” you murmured. “In case he ever tries crawling back.”

The camera then paused then Geto saw it flicker to Gojo the curve of his neck arched against sweat-damp sheets. His thighs trembled where they were pinned open by strong hands.

“Look at you. So fucking needy, aren’t you?”

Gojo whimpered in response, barely coherent.

The angle shifted just slightly, enough to catch Gojo’s face-tears spilling down flushed cheeks, a delirious smile tugging his lips as he was ruthlessly, methodically ruined by someone else.

And all Geto could do was watch.

He shouldn’t have seen it.

Should’ve closed it.

But he kept looking.

Gojo had no control over himself he just thrust himself back onto the thick cock that Geto couldn't help but notice was bigger than his. He took you like he was made for it.

Back arching. Eyes rolling.

White hair stuck to his face, glowing with the flush of heat.

You moved the camera closer- filming him from above.

So close, so intimate, Geto almost felt like he was in the room.

Like it was his chest Gojo was gripping.

His name on Gojo’s tongue.

But it wasn’t.

The Alpha ripped out a large moan as he milked Gojo for all he was worth. “You moan prettier for me than I bet you ever did for him,” you said, cocky and amused.

Geto flinched.

“You want to come? Then say it.”

“Y-your omega,” Gojo gasped prettily.

“And what about my princess?” you teased.

And Gojo—beautiful, stupid, lost—nodded.

Tears poured from his eyes.

But he smiled.

Like this was what he’d always wanted.

His voice cracked with need.

Every sobbed “Alpha” rang like a bell, each more shattered than the last.

The sound plays on a loop—Gojo’s choked, ragged moans echoing through Geto’s apartment like a haunting.

But Geto’s not watching anymore. Not really. Not the present.

His eyes are locked on the screen, but his mind is far away.

Somewhere softer. Somewhere before

He held onto the sweet memories of the past.

The lights were off, save for the yellow-orange glow of the lamp beside the bed. Gojo was tangled in the sheets, hair messier than usual, a hand lazily tracing circles over Geto’s bare chest.

There was no rush. No pressure.

The lights were off, save for the yellow-orange glow of the lamp beside the bed. Gojo was tangled in the sheets, hair messier than usual, a hand lazily tracing circles over Geto’s bare chest.

Just quiet warmth. A gentle rhythm of breath. The way their scents twined together in the air like something sacred and sweet.

"You smell like temple incense," Gojo had murmured, half-asleep, smiling into Geto’s shoulder.

"You smell like trouble," Geto had replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Gojo chuckled — soft, sleepy. Then, he mumbled “Yours forever.” And Geto stupidly believed that and held onto that fantasy.

He now regretted not taking that leap to completely mate with Gojo when he had him. Instead his marks were subtle, affectionate- they relied on the knowledge that they were perfect for each other.

Immature of him.

Gojo is screaming now. Mindless.

His thighs shake, body trembling beneath the force of the other's thrusts. He had one hand tangled in his hair, yanking his head back so the camera gets every second of his delirious expression.

“Fucking forget him,” You growl. “He never made you feel like this.”

“N-No—he—he didn’t, Alpha—!” Gojo sobs, and the tears on his cheeks sparkle under the camera’s light. “You’re better—always better—!”

Geto flinches.

Gojo was asleep on his chest now. Breathing even. Lips parted, limbs wrapped around him like he was afraid of being taken away.

Geto had watched him for hours. Thinking about how fragile it all was.

He remembered the moment he realized he loved him. And how terrifying that had been.

He’d said nothing.

And maybe that’s where he’d lost him.

Gojo’s voice breaks. His body spasms.

He’s not even looking at the camera anymore.

He’s looking up at him.

He used to look at Geto like that.

Geto’s hands are trembling.

He doesn’t pause the video.

He can’t.

He sits in silence, bathed in the glow of a past that’s been rewritten by your hands. And all he can think is:

“He was mine. He was—”

But he doesn’t finish the thought.

Because it doesn’t matter now.

Gojo whimpered. Then it hits—his entire body locked as his orgasm slams through him, untouched, unstoppable, leaving him gasping and sobbing as his release coats both him and the Alpha's stomachs.

You don't stop.

Not when he shakes.

Not when his eyes roll back.

And especially not when he moans like he’s never known pleasure before.

Then you sank your teeth into his neck—deep, brutal, claiming.

Gojo screamed—a raw, helpless sound that cracked Geto open.

The Alpha raised his head. Blood glistening at his lips. Bite fresh and unmistakable.

“Do you see him now?” you whispered into the camera. “This is mine.”

Your grip tightened on Gojo’s as he writhes, too lost to realize he’s still being filmed.

"He doesn’t even remember you,” you said softly. “But I want you to remember this.”

You zoomed in.

Slow. Deliberate.

Until Geto saw nothing but the mark. The bruised, bitten, bleeding place where his bond used to be.

Now overwritten.

Claimed.

Erased.

---

The screen went black

Geto still didn’t move.

The phone, slick with sweat, cut into his hand.

He already saw it when he blinked.

He could replay it. Didn’t need to.

Gojo’s sobs. The way he begged. The way he arched into your arms like they were home.

Mine, you said.

And you looked into the camera like you knew.

Like it wasn’t just about fucking Gojo.

It was about breaking Geto.

And it worked.

He dropped the phone.

It hit the floor with a dull, final-sounding thud.

No tears.

He leaned back against the wall. Breathing like it hurt.

Not yet.

He could hate Gojo.

But they were there. Waiting.

You, the Alpha who stole him.

But he didn’t. He hated you.

You, who marked over him like he was disposable.

You, who sent this like a trophy.

His hands curled into fists.

Nails bit into skin until blood welled in small, furious crescents.

And finally, he whispered— Just one, quiet sentence. No louder than a breath:

“…You’ll regret that.”

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If ur still taking requests, do u write for Jason Todd? 👀

Wanna manhandle him and rail him against a wall in Crime Alley, bonus points if we get to grab him by his gay little mask

The Alley ||

pairing: jason todd X top male reader

warnings: creampie, manhandling, slight rough sex, short

He tries to pivot away from your body, but you grab his jaw hard with one hand, turning his masked face back toward you. His red helmet’s long gone- discarded or smashed in the fight' and all that’s left is the domino mask clinging desperately to his sharp cheekbones, already starting to peel at the edges.

“You think you can just walk away from me, Hood?”

Jason snorts, mouth twitching like he wants to smart off, but your hand slides up the back of his neck and grabs a fistful of his hair, wrenching his head back.

“Still pretending you’re in control?” you growl, voice low and dangerous. “Even like this?”

He shudders. Doesn’t answer. But his hips twitch forward, just slightly, brushing yours.

You slam him back against the graffiti-stained brick wall, one arm across his chest, pinning him in place. The other hand rips that little mask from his face—slow, deliberate. He gasps like it’s wired to his nerves.

“Don’t—” he starts, but you toss the mask to the ground, and his eyes flutter shut, lips parting like he’s just orgasmed.

“Yeah,” you whisper, leaning in to nip his throat, relishing in the breathy moan you earn. “Bet you like that. Bet you get off on being seen. No helmet. No mask. Just you—flushed and shaking for me.”

He whines when your thigh slots between his legs, grinding against the bulge straining in his Kevlar pants. You kiss him hard, punishing, biting his bottom lip until you taste copper.

His fingers scramble for your shoulders, gripping tight like he wants to fight or fuck—doesn’t matter which. You break the kiss only to whisper, “Gonna rail you right here, Todd. Just like this—wet, messy, desperate so that you know my name."

His breath stutters.

Oh, he clearly liked that.

You spin him roughly, chest to the wall now, his palms slapping against the bricks. You yank his belt open and shove down his pants just enough to get what you need, letting the cold air bite his flushed skin. His back arches, and you don’t miss how wrecked he already looks over his shoulder—eyes glazed, mouth open, no trace of Red Hood’s steel left.

“Beg,” you say, lips brushing his ear. “You want it? Say it.”

He growls at first—defiant—but then: “Please. I want it. Fuck me. Right here. I need it.”

You used your spit and precum to slam into him. Jason was a little masochist anyway only proving your point as you could feel growing wet spot on the front of his suit. You ignored the rattle the fire escape above you.

His moan echoes off the alley walls, feral and cracked open.

You set a brutal pace, hand tangled in his hair again, wrenching his head back so he’s got no choice but to take it. You whisper filth into his ear:

"You're so tight around me."

"You feel just like a onahole molded for my cock."

Yet, he only groans louder, pushing back into every thrust.

“Fuck, you love this. Getting ruined in the same street you bled out on,” you pant, slamming deep. “You’re mine now, Jason. Say it.”

He’s boneless now, trembling. “Yours,” he gasps. “I’m.. fuck- yours.”

When he comes, it’s with a broken cry and his face turned up to the sky like it’s salvation.

You don’t stop until your own release hits you like a detonation, lips pressing hickeys into his skin, fingers bruising his hips. And you inevitably filled him up like the good cunslut he was.

Afterward, he slumps against the wall, panting. You pull up his pants and hook a finger under his chin, making him look at you.

“You dropped your mask,” You murmur quietly.

He stares at you, dazed, then huffs a laugh. “Keep it. I think you earned it.”

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(points the mic to you) what do we think about pegging nightwing

I would salivate at the chance to peg nightwing i mean have you seen his ass anyone would be jealous of it. Particularly if he begs for it to happen.

Just seeing his ass stretch around my strapon would make me grin.

Specially if I fuck him just before he goes out to fight whatever villain decided to cause trouble that day. So while he's out protecting the streets Nightwing would just pray no one notices the slight limp in his walk.

And the best part? The way his voice would catch when I whisper, “Be good out there, baby.” right as I snap the harness off him, still trembling. He’d nod, trying to pull his suit on with trembling fingers, cheeks flushed.

Under that tight suit, every movement would remind him - he's mine.

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He was too fucking pretty to be just an assistant. I knew it from day one — the way he shifted under my stare, the way he dressed like they didn’t know what it did to me.

But he did. Oh, he did.

Today, he tested me.

Late reports. Smart mouth. Eyes rolling when I gave orders.

So I leaned back in my chair, spread my legs, and said it — slow and deliberate:

“Get under the desk and suck my cock.”

He blinked. Laughed, nervously. "You can’t be serious-"

I cocked an eyebrow. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

He hesitated. But I just waited.

"That's not in my job description," he muttered.

I smiled coldly. "Neither is your attitude. And I’m one more sigh away from cleaning out your desk for you."

He stilled.

I let the threat hang there, eyes locked. Then added - voice like ice, fingers already unzipping. "Or you can prove you're worth keeping."

His cheeks flushed with something between rage and arousal. "You’re an asshole," he hissed. Yet he face just flushed his eyes locked onto my crotch.

"And yet..." I glanced down at the space between my legs. "You're still standing there."

Another second. Then, with a muttered curse, he dropped to their knees.

"Good choice."

He glared up at me, but their fingers trembled as he pulled down my waistband. I buried a hand in his hair before he could change their mind.

“Open your mouth,” I said. “Wide. Don’t make me ask again.”

His lips parted. I fed it to him slowly, inch by inch, watching his face twist with reluctant need, breath hitching as I filled his mouth.

He whimpered — whether from humiliation or arousal, I didn’t care. I gripped the back of his head and began to thrust.

Hard. Claiming their mouth like it was mine - because it was. Everything about them was mine.

“You complain,” I growled, “but you take it so fucking well.”

He moaned around me, choked a little, but never pulled away. Not once.

"That's it," I groaned, eyes locked on the sight of his stuffed full, face slick with spit. "Knew you’d be good at this. Just needed a little discipline."

He tried to glare up at me -weakly, eyes already glassy - but I grinned.

“You’re lucky I don’t bend you over this desk and remind you who owns you.”

A shiver ran through him.

'Fuck.' I groaned before grabbing the back of his head and slowly fucking his mouth. I sped up my thrusts until I was right on the verge of coming.

I pushed his head down as I came into his mouth. Keeping his head down I watched as he tried to swallow everything down as best he could, come and drool making it past his desperate attempt at swallowing it all.

When I finally let go, he collapsed back on their heels,with a gasp panting, lips swollen, eyes dazed.

“Get cleaned up,” I said, zipping up. “And next time I say on your knees, you don’t hesitate.”

He didn’t say a word.

But his thighs were trembling, clenched together.

And that smug little smirk on my face?

It was because I knew he had just came in his pants.

your faves <3

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Anyone tryna chat 👀 (totally not begging or anything 🤧)

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ELLO ITS THE SUB NIGHTWING REQUESTER!!!!!! just wanted to say its so delicious and i love it and i ate that UPPPPPP left no crumbs whatsoever!!! much love!!! ur writing’s great!!!!

thank you babe, that means alot <33

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Can write for mortal kombat characters ?

no sorry <3

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You're in the middle of one of those playful arguments again—he's smirking like he's got something to prove, chest puffed out, tossing out cocky lines like “You really think you're gonna be the one in charge tonight?”

You let him talk. Let him play tough. Let him push you back onto the bed like he's about to take control. It's cute, really. The way his eyes sparkle like he's got the upper hand. Its funner to let him think that way.

Then your hand comes up to his throat—gentle, just enough pressure to remind him who’s really calling the shots—and suddenly his whole act shatters underneath you.

That confident grin melts into parted lips and breathless little whines, hips twitching like he can’t decide whether to lean in or fall apart. His fingers curl around your wrist like he doesn’t want you to stop.

Which he doesnt.

You lean in close, whisper against his ear, “Still wanna wrestle, baby?” And he whimpers.

Boys like him weren’t made to fight for control. They were made to be undone—one touch, one command, one look—and if he wants to pretend first, fine. You’ll let him. But the second you stop playing, he knows exactly where his place is.

And you? You’ll make sure he understands why.

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hello kind person i rlly loved ur clark kent fic bc i think superman needs a good dicking every now and then (read: as much as possible as i can give bc he deserves all the love) i was wondering if you write for nightwing too? 🥺 bc i believe in that man’s sub potential, nay, HE IS ONE!!!!!! (<- sub nightwing/dick grayson truther)

if not, its totally chill! just wanted to know what other dc guys u write for ehe 🫶🥰

(I have written for Damian Wayne before as well + i love how sweet you are)

Tangled in Blue

pairing: dick grayson X top reader

(not really a) warning: fluffy smut, creampie

The door creaked open around midnight, and you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. The low huff of breath, the heavy drop of boots just inside the entry, the subtle clink of gear hitting the floor. All told you that Dick Grayson—Nightwing—had finally decided to crash after whatever insanity tonight’s patrol had brought.

"You're late," you said softly, setting your book down.

Dick gave you a lazy grin, mask off, suit unzipped halfway down his chest, revealing bruises in shades of violet and fading yellow. "Gotham doesn't exactly sleep y'know."

You stood, walking over slowly. "And you didn’t text."

He leaned in like it was instinct, letting you cup his cheek and brush your thumb just under his eye where the mask had left a faint red line. “I knew you'd worry. But I’m fine, promise.”

Your fingers slid down to his chest, then the suit, tugging it lower. “You look like hell, Grayson.”

His smirk sharpened. “Still think I’m pretty, though.”

You didn’t answer. You just kissed him.

It started soft—slow, searching—but quickly turned to something hungrier. He melted against you, all taut muscle and adrenaline buzzing just beneath the surface, like he was vibrating from holding it all in.

Somehow ypu both managed to make your way to your shared bedroom. So you pushed him gently until he fell back onto your bed. “Sit.”

He obeyed, smirking again, but you caught the flicker of relief in his eyes. He clearly wanted you to take the lead tonight.

“You’re cocky for someone covered in bruises,” you murmured, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his hips.

He hummed, hands resting on your thighs. “Still got some fight left in me.”

You leaned down, noses brushing. “Good. I like you noisy.”

When you rolled your hips down, he gasped—his head falling back with a groan that shot straight through you.

“You like that?” you teased, grinding slow, watching him fall apart piece by piece beneath you.

His voice was already ragged. “Fuck… yeah. Do it again.”

You leaned down and licked a stripe up his neck, biting just under his jaw. “That’s not how you ask.”

"Fuck me please," He groaned out.

That was all the permission you needed.

You dragged his suit the rest of the way off, kissing every new patch of skin you uncovered—his ribs, his hips, the sharp V that made your mouth water.

As you made your way to finger him your fingers were blocked by something large. You pulled out a blue plug making him wince slightly as you did so.

" You had this in you for your whole patrol ?" You grinned and of course Grayson smirked back unfazed.

"I was just keeping myself stretched for you." He grabbed your joggers impatiently pulled them down to reveal your throbbing cock already leaving copious amounts of precum. "Hurry up and put it in me already." He demanded.

"Fine." You relented grabbing your cock to line yourself up with his pink hole - that was just ready for you.

Pushing all of your girthy length in you both groaned simultaneously. You had forgotten how good his hole felt wrapped around you. By now he was like the perfect onahole for you.

“Shit—” His hands grabbed at the sheets, muscles twitching. “Feels so good. You fill me up so good." He moaned out.

You set a pace that had him gasping and clinging, you fucked him slow and deep. All he could do was squeeze around you as he writhed on your sheets. Every time he tried to slyly escape you pushed him back onto your dick.

“Just relax and take it baby," You breathed out. “You’ve done enough tonight.”

His eyes fluttered shut, lashes damp, breath catching as your rolled your hips hitting his sweet spot every time.

“You’re always holding it together,” You whispered leaning over to press hickeys onto his skin. “But not tonight. I want to see you fall apart for me.”

And he did.

Dick lewdly moaned your name like it was a prayer, his dick leaking onto his stomach, as you pushed him closer and closer.

“I—I’m close—please don’t stop—”

“Then give it to me, sweetheart,” you purred. “Come for me.”

One more deep grind, and he shattered—crying out your name as he came, muscles locking up and eyes wide with desperate need.

You didn’t stop until his body trembled and he whimpered, wrung out and boneless beneath you. You came soon after, as you guys hadn't bothered with a condom you filled him up deep making him shudder at the sensation.

You watched as he held a hand over his flat stomach. "Why is your dick so big.. ." He murmered, completely spent.

You collapsed next to him, kissing his sweat-damp curls as he buried his face in your neck, whining.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I love you.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “I know.”

He grinned weakly. “Cocky.”

You nudged him gently. “Takes one to know one.”

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can we get more of using the strap on clark kent bc i am SOOOO invested i dont joke about it

(I hope I delivered lol)

Superman's Kryptonite

Clark Kent was a lot of things:

A symbol of hope, a world-famous journalist, a literal superhero.

But under all that muscle and perfection, he was also such a virgin at sex.

And you?

You lived to make him squirm.

“Come on, baby,” you teased, dragging your fingertips down the center of his broad, ridiculously chiseled chest. “Even Superman deserves to get absolutely railed sometimes.”

Clark choked on air — a thing that should have been physically impossible for him. His cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink, his glasses slipping a little down his nose.

“I—uh—well, I mean—” he stammered, tugging at the blanket wrapped low around his hips. His bare skin was already heating under your touch. “I’m not sure—”

“You’re not sure if you want me to fuck you,” you said, slow and deliberate, savoring the way his ears turned pink too. “Or you’re not sure because you’ll like it too much?”

Clark groaned and scrubbed a hand through his already messy hair, clearly dying of embarrassment. “You can’t just say things like that.”

You leaned down, brushing your lips over his jaw. “Oh, I absolutely can.”

He whimpered. Actually whimpered.

You moved to the nightstand, tugging open the drawer with a deliberate little show — revealing a bright red strap-on lying neatly inside.

“Look,” you cooed, holding it up. “It matches you perfectly.”

Clark buried his face in his hands. “You’re evil.”

You just laughed and slipped the harness on, enjoying how his hands dropped from his face just to watch you. His eyes darkened — the nerves still there, but there was a clear want in his eyes..

He shifted on the bed, thighs spreading, cock half-hard already despite himself.

“Come here,” you crooned, beckoning him with one finger. “On your hands and knees for me, Clark.”

The power he usually wore so easily was nowhere in sight now. Here, he was just your handsome boyfriend, eager and trembling, and down for any of your shenanigans.

You slicked your fingers generously and prepped him with slow, teasing strokes, making him gasp and buck back against your hand. He was so responsive, so sweet — like he’d been starving for this and just never dared ask.

When you finally pressed the tip of the strap against him, Clark shivered so hard the bed shook.

“Ready?” you murmured, voice thick.

“Please,” he whispered.

You pushed inside carefully, savoring every inch, every desperate little noise he made.

Clark dropped his forehead to the mattress, moaning, clutching the sheets as you filled his tiny hole up.

"God, you look so good like this," you breathed, rocking your hips slowly, letting him adjust.

Clark let out a shuddery laugh. "N-not... fair... you're too good at this..."

"You love it," you teased, thrusting just a little deeper.

He couldn't help but sob out a "Yes!" that made you grin.

You built a rhythm that had him whimpering into the mattress, hips jerking back for more. Every thrust drew gasps and broken, needy sounds from him — Superman, the man who could stop bullets, reduced to begging under you.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

"Look at you," you cooed, dragging your nails lightly down his spine. "So pretty when you let go. So fucking good for me."

Clark mewled — actually mewled — and the sound broke you a little. You bent over his back, mouthing kisses along his heated skin, and kept moving, slow but relentless, until he was trembling and gasping and barely able to form words.

He then finally came untouched, crying out your name like a prayer.

"Baby," he whispered, voice raw, "again?"

Those blue eyes blinked at you so sweetly, so hungrily, like you hung the damn sun.

"You sure, Clark?" you teased. "Thought I ruined you."

He rolled you onto your back, caging you in with his massive body. "I'm basically invincible ," he said, smiling that devastating farm-boy smile. "I can take it."

You narrowed your eyes, smirking.

"You’re already that addicted to it?"

His entire body visibly shivered.

"Please," he whispered.

When you lined the strap-on up again, Clark gasped, clutching at the headboard, bracing himself.

Clark huffed out a shaky laugh. "Please—please just—"

You thrust in, faster this time — shallow at first, then deeper — and Clark sobbed, pressing back against you like he couldn’t get enough.

"Faster," he gasped. "Harder, please, please—"

You grinned wickedly and gave it to him — setting a brutal pace that made the bedframe bang against the wall, made Clark keen and thrash under you, completely helpless in the best way.

"Such a good boy," you panted, nails digging into his hips. "Taking me so deep, baby, so fucking greedy—" You wrapped a hand around his leaking cock which him grind against your hand desperate for that extra stimulation.

Clark cried out, incoherent, begging for more between every thrust.

He was totally gone — a writhing, whimpering, wrecked mess under your hands, desperate for every second of it.

You leaned down to bite lightly at the back of his neck leaving your mark on him, and Clark came again.

He slumped forward onto the bed, boneless, dazed — little shivery moans spilling out as you carefully pulled free and wrapped him up tight.

This time, he really was completely spent — blinking up at you through heavy lashes, utterly blissed out.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

You kissed the small of his back, and rolled him onto his side, tugging him into your arms.

He blinked up at you, dazed, lips parted, hair a sweaty mess — the strongest man on Earth, wrecked and grinning.

“You’re worse than Kryptonite,” he said, voice low and wrecked.

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Would you write for Kakashi ?

yess ofc I would

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“You Gonna Spoil Me or Not?”

Sugar Baby Bakugou AU —

Bakugou’s a pro-hero, sure... But being a hero doesn’t mean he has time to enjoy life. He works like a maniac, constantly risking his life, and underneath all that aggression? He’s tired. He’s touch-starved. He’s always been expected to be the strongest.

And then you come along. Rich. And completely unfazed by his temper.

“What the hell is this?” he growls the first time you leave a platinum credit card on his nightstand.

“It’s yours,” you say calmly, brushing his hair back. “For being good.”

“I’m not your pet—”

“No,” you say. “You’re mine.”

He’d be bratty as hell and in denial that he was your sugar baby always fighting it. “I don’t need your money.” Meanwhile he’s wearing designer joggers and a $500 cologne you picked out.

The first time you call him “princess” after handing him keys to a brand-new car? He throws a pillow at you and then drives it everywhere.

You’d buy him custom hero gear, imported straight from Italy. Titanium plated. Matte black. Red accents. A private training gym with everything tuned to his specs. Also you’d take him out to spa days he pretends to hate. “This is so dumb.” And then he falls asleep in the mud bath.

He’ll want to do something to pay you back and the only thing he can think of is pleasing you;

Katsuki will wake you up in the morning with a blowjob that feels like you're getting the life sucked out of you. As you look down to see him passionately jerking you off he’ll lock eyes with you and grin as he knows exactly what he’s doing.

When he feels bored he’ll go to your office just to bother you - he’’ll tease you on purpose so you will give up on trying to work and instead go fuck him.

He will roll his eyes and act like he’s being forced to fuck you for money - but he’ll never turn down new clothes.

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Toji Fushiguro who presents himself as the traditionally masculine type of street dude in public who people are intimidated by because he has a reputation for how scary and tough he is. Little does anyone know that he is the bottom in his relationship despite the reader being smaller than him. He has Toji on all fours getting rimmed and taking his cock. Teases Toji about what if everyone who fears him in the streets found out that he's his girl 🖤

so hot ♡

love this idea sm