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[kentoberry]

SING IT TO ME — toji fushiguro.

pairings ⭒ dilf ! toji x babysitter ! reader.

about ⭒ toji didn't pick his son's babysitter purely on her résumé.

content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] ⭒ f reader ⭒ age gap (toji in his 40s, reader in their 20s) ⭒ sp@nking ⭒ dd/lg themes ⭒ f!ngering ⭒ daddy k-nk ⭒ many pet names.

"ya like that, princess?" toji growled. "not so bad for an old man, eh?"

he spat on your cunt once again, smirking as his fingers resumed stretching out your pretty hole. your back was arching off of the mattress as your body had endured countless orgasms on toji's hand, throat feeling dry from the amount that you'd begged for him to give in and stuff his cock inside of you. 

"daddy. . ." you drawled, crawling closer to exhaustion and coming down from yet another high. 

"you okay there, doll? need ta stop?"

you immediately shook your head, toji chuckling at how desperate you were for him. slowly, he slid his fingers out of you, placing a tender kiss to your clit as he praised you for being a good girl for him. you couldn't help the wanton mewl that slid past your puffy lips, mentally cursing your oversensitive cunt.

"t-touch me," you mumbled lazily.

"what's that, sweetheart? i 'av been touchin' ya, silly thing," toji wasn't above teasing you despite your vulnerable state, knowing that you were aware that it was all in good fun.

"no, no," your babbles continued, "need you… need your cock in me," you trailed off.

toji tutted. "where are yer manners, princess? i thought ya were being good f'me; do i need to punish yer bratty ass?" 

"no!" you yelped, even though his punishments were always quite enjoyable. "'m so- i'm sorry, daddy! p- please, wan' you s'bad…" 

you were cute, toji would give you that. a sweet young thing, half his age, grovelling to him and begging for his fat cock. he definitely had chosen the perfect babysitter to take care of his little megumi. yeah, the kid liked you and you practically treated him as your own, but what the man truly adored was the way your ass looked in those skinny jeans, the way your tits looked in that swimsuit when you had accompanied both fushiguros to the beach. it was certainly unprofessional of him to hire you for such superficial reasons, but every time that you were pinned down under him, crying for him, he didn't have the slightest regret. and considering your sugary sweet tone as you called him "daddy", he didn't think you regretted anything either. 

toji perched on the edge of his bed, patting his lap for you to come and lay across it. you always did your best to be the best doll he could ever dream of, but there were occasions where the innocent guise slipped and you accidentally disobeyed one of his rules. toji was never one for brats, and you were certain that if you gave him a reason to, he could break you.

"don't make it any worse f'r yourself, princess," he threatened, although his words retained a slight saccharine flavour. 

you did precisely as he said, crawling across to his lap like a lost little puppy. although it was almost demeaning the way that you so willingly laid across his meaty thighs, you couldn't deny the sparks that it sent to your cunt. 

"count." he commanded, tone sharp. you yelped as he brought his hand down on your bare ass, unable to halt your squirming as the pain overwhelmed you for a brief moment. 

"what did i fuckin' say?" toji spat, ignoring the tears brimming on your waterline. "c'mon, say sorry 'nd i'll keep it nice."

you mustered up every last bit of composure that you could, and rambled out: "'m s-sorry, daddy… 'll be good… i promise!"

toji took pity on how pathetic you looked, yet was also somewhat enthralled that you allowed yourself to let your guard down with him. consequently, he mumbled a soft "good girl" and massaged your sore skin before spanking you with equally as much force once again. 

"t-two!" you whimpered, trying to ensure that your quivering voice was loud enough that toji would hear it. this back and forth continued until you'd counted to eleven before uttering your safe word. at that point, tears were cascading down your puffy cheeks and your pussy was dripping. 

"shhh," toji cooed, using his extraordinary strength to lift you up to straddle his lap. you instinctively curled into his chest and let him spout all the praises under the sun in an attempt to calm you down a little. "princess, yer so wet," he stated. "how's about ya take my cock as a reward, yeah? daddy's gonna fuck his precious girl and make ya feel better? make ya cream all over m'cock?"

you nodded.

"big girl words, love,"

"please… daddy, i need you s'bad… please, please, please," you chanted, donning your best puppy dog eyes to meet his piercing emerald ones. 

"good girl, daddy's gonna treat you so well,"

[kentoberry]

the chain — toji fushiguro.

about · toji doesn't tame brats, he breaks them.

content · [ 18 + content ; minors dni] · female reader · brat taming · toys · heavy d3gradation & name calling · age gap (toji in his 40s, reader in their 20s) · daddy kink · f1ngering · mention of f1sting · p-ssy slapping · dumbification · dacryphilia.

"fuckin' brat," toji spat, huffing as he pushed you back onto his unmade sheets. "yer always fucking testin' my patience, doll..."

he stalked around to his bedside table, pulling something out of the drawer before returning to you. he ran a large hand up your thigh, watching you shiver under his piercing gaze. it made you forget what you'd done to misbehave, fear and excitement alike swallowing you whole.

"none of that squirmin', ya hear me?" toji threatened. when you didn't reply, he roughly gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. "i'm not fuckin' around, sweetheart. gonna be a good girl f'me and take it, ain't ya? fucking answer me."

the seriousness lacing his tone made you feel faint, and you struggled to utter a little whimper of "yes, daddy!" before toji had his way with you. he lifted one of your legs to meet his waist, giving him better access to your dripping cunt. he slapped it a couple of times for good measure, feeling you up before stuffing two of his fingers into you. the man didn't bother giving you a chance to adjust, instead fucking you ruthlessly and swearing about how filthy you were.

you couldn't help but squeal as toji worked on stretching your hole open, preparing you for what you assumed would be his cock. each movement from him was rough, enough to make you tear up a little, but you had no plans on uttering your safe word any time soon.

before you could even comprehend it, toji was three... no, four... fingers deep inside of you. you felt dizzy, babbling that you were close to cumming.

"don't you fuckin' dare, brat. i'm far from done with ya." with an irked sigh, toji removed his fingers from you. within a flash, he picked up the item that he'd retrieved from his drawer: his fleshlight. sure, he hadn't needed to use it in a while as having a slutty girlfriend such as yourself means he gets an easy lay, but he kept it nonetheless.

after a drizzle of lube along the handle of the toy, toji bit the bullet and began working it into your warm pussy. despite the fact that he was slow and gentle with his movements, doing his best not to hurt you, his words were a stark contrast.

"fuckin' whore, so eager to take anything in yer loose cunt, eh?"

"maybe later i'll see if i can fit my fist in ya, surely that'd ruin this pussy f'r anyone else you ever wanna fuck,"

"look at ya squirm, brat. ya like havin' an old man break yer nasty cunt, yeah?"

each syllable sent sparks flying to your core; toji knew exactly what you liked best and was using it against you. before you could even comprehend it, toji's fleshlight was stuffed in your pussy, occassionally shifting as your walls subconsciously clamped down around it. he wore a shit eating grin as he slapped the fat tip of his cock against you clit, causing you to jolt a little. it must've been your on switch, toji thought, because you started whining and begging for him to fuck you properly immediately afterwards.

"shh, sweetheart," he drawled, cupping your cheek as he feigned benevolence. "ya know i don't tolerate that bratty ass of yours. i better break it before ya go pickin' up bad habits. surely yer smart enough ta understand." he tapped your cheek then moved his hands back to your thighs. after swiftly aligning his cock with his toy, he started to fuck it.

at first, each thrust was tender. he watched your every expression to ensure that he had neither gone too far or was causing you extreme discomfort, and once he was satisfied, he sped up.

a string of curses fell from toji's lips as he found his pace, smirking at the tears staining your cheeks as you became reduced to a point beyond cohesion — it was as though the only phrases contained in your pretty little mind were "daddy" and "more". he couldn't help himself from running a thumb over your wet cheek and proceeding to lick the salty tears off of his digit. he was being downright nasty with you, fucking his toy hard enough that he was already nearing his release. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass complimented your cries so perfectly.

"where d'ya want my cum, sweets?" he asked, hoping you were still of sound enough mind to answer.

it took you a moment and your voice was meek, but you managed to croak out a small "in me, daddy."

the glint in his eyes would have told you he had other plans, but your vision was instead clouded by tears.

toji slowly pried his fleshlight out of your dripping pussy, though instead of replacing it with his cock, he left you high and dry. the man picked up the toy and pumped his cock a few more times before pulling out, tapping your clit once again, and spilling his load all over your used cunt. it only resulted in more sobs and mewls from you, with toji instead leaning closer to you and hissing in your ear:

"only good toys get daddy's cum."

[kentoberry]

CHEAP WINE — yae miko.

⭒— SUMMARY : yae miko always treats her best pets well .

⭒— CONTENT : [ 18+ ; minors do not interact. ] · sub afab reader ( gn ) · mommy kink , strap - on , blowjobs , riding , pet play themes .

"come here, bunny," yae encourages, lightly patting her thigh. "you don't want to make mommy mad, do you?"

the sheer sight of the woman sat against her expensive pillows and sheets, fully nude albeit the deep purple strapon that she wore, was enough to set your cunt on fire. when combined with her filthy choice of words, you were already toeing the line of being reduced to the submissive, obedient pet that she desired.

the silicone toy was much larger than the other attachments that she usually used on you, both in length and girth; you felt your pussy clench at the mere thought of being impaled with it. slowly, you sauntered over to the mattress, kneeling in front of yae. she continued to fist her cock, lubing the toy up for you to take.

"good pet," she praised, "do you want it in your mouth, bunny? want to suck mommy's cock for me?"

you nodded eagerly, looking up at the woman with wide, innocent eyes.

"use your words, slut."

"y-yes, mommy! please c'n i taste your cock, pretty please, mommy!"

your pretty begs made her head fall back in pleasure. she told you to go ahead, and watched as you struggled to fit the toy in your mouth. however, you didn't dare give in so easily! you puffed out your cheeks and did your very best to swallow yae's cock, even being so conscientious as to softly grope the toy's fake balls. mommy noticed, of course she did! the action earned you a couple of headpats, which seemed innocent in nature but soon turned to yae lightly pushing your head downwards, forcing you to take more and more of her.

globs of spit and drool ran down the cock. sure, you hadn't managed to take all of the extreme length into your mouth, but yae was satisfied with your efforts. she tapped your cheek twice, a non-verbal signal for you to look up at her. your doe eyes set off butterflies in her stomach; there was something so endearing about sweet little pets like you who were always so willing to let their mommy use them.

"get up, honey," she commanded, "you're going to take all of mommy's cock this time." it was never a question with yae. she'd always been one to get what she wanted, and you knew that if you disobeyed her orders you would only get punished.

therefore, you let her sit back and get comfy before straddling her lap. she helped you align the dildo with your entrance, running its tip through your folds a couple of times for good measure. she watched you tremble ever so slightly as you slowly sunk down on her cock. the expressions you made were downright filthy, and the little gasps that escaped your throat vastly contrasted your innocent exterior.

"you're doing so good, baby," yae encouraged, "don't stop,"

tears welled in your eyes as you felt her cock stretch you to your limits, the feeling of the toy massaging your walls becoming overwhelming. by the time that you'd reached its base, your bottom lip was quivering and you wanted to collapse into yae's arms.

"good fucking pet," she praised, "are you going to make yourself cum, pretty thing? or do you need mommy's help?"

in between sniffles, you managed to mumble "m-mommy's help, please,"

though yae enjoyed watching you struggle, one thing that truly got her going was the knowledge that you probably couldn't make yourself cum without her aid. she'd treated you so well that if you were to masturbate, you probably wouldn't even know where to start. only mommy knew how to make you feel good.

she started by gripping your hips in an attempt to get you to bounce on her cock. her long, clawed nails dug into your skin, deep enough that they'd likely leave a mark. you followed her touch, resting a hand on her shoulder in order to steady yourself.

once yae was satisfied that she'd helped you set a decent pace, she moved a hand to spread the folds of your cunt a little bit wider and give her direct access to your swollen clit. you gasped as the cool air collided with the sensitive bud, though that sooned turned to pleasured whines as yae began to play with you in the way she knew you loved best.

"you're so wet for me, bunny," she shared, "you have such a pretty cunt too, don't you?"

you didn't reply, only offering a string of sweet moans and whimpers. yae didn't like that very much. for ignoring her, she pulled her fingers away and slapped your clit.

"answer me." she growled into your ear, eyes lightly glowing a violet hue.

"yes! 's all yours, mommy! m- my pretty cunt belongs to you!"

yae smirked, adoring your willingness to obey. "are you going to cum for me, bunny? will you cum on mommy's cock?"

this time, she didn't offer you a chance to respond. instead, she began counting down. being well acquainted with her methods, you knew this meant that you had until she'd gotten to zero to cum, or else you wouldn't be getting an orgasm tonight.

"ten,"

her fingers were still on your clit, moving in sync with your hips.

"nine,"

she sped up her movements.

"eight,"

you moved yourself up on her cock until only its mushroom tip was inside of you. . .

"seven,"

. . . and then let your knees give out, cunt swallowing the toy in one go.

"six,"

you repeated the last action, gripping onto yae to support yourself.

"five,"

fuck, you could feel the knot inside of yourself ready to snap.

"four,"

yae dragged out the "r", knowing how close you were.

"three,"

little cries of "mommy" fell from your lips, the feeling of yae's cock sending you absolutely feral.

"two," she warned.

her finger nudged your clit in a specific manner, and it sent you over the edge. your pussy spasmed around the dildo, slowly bouncing as you rode out your high. yae helped you through it, offering honeyed praises and gentle touches to keep you grounded.

"you're always so pretty for me, bunny." she cooed, "don't get tired on me, now: mommy's not done with you yet."

[kentoberry]

HEART BEATS — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

⭒— SUMMARY · catching his little sister unable to satiate her own desires? that’s a big brother’s job right there. . . [ this post contains dark themes. full tags utc. ]

⭒— CONTENT · fem reader, aged up ! characters [21+], stepbrother megumi, toy use, virgin reader, getting caught masturbating, mirrors, squirting.

megumi was always accommodating to his new sister. he’d been protective of you ever since his father had married your mother two months ago. he watched you grow attached to toji, and felt his heart break each time he realised that the man would leave and the marriage would dissolve eventually - that was just how his dad was.

your new step-brother drove you to college in the mornings, stopped by your favourite coffee shop when you were feeling low. he took you shopping when you pleaded, and even let you hang out with his friends the couple of times that you’d asked. he’d even cover for you when you wanted to have a boy over, despite the twinge of what he’d since discerned as jealousy in his chest.

granted, he knew that the adoration that he’d developed towards you was wrong. if he could, megumi would have gotten in the way of your parents’ engagement because holy shit, he wanted you for himself. the cute little laugh you had whenever somebody told a cheese joke, how your bright eyes lit up at the sight of a new stuffed animal, the way that your pretty ass looked in that skirt he got you for your birthday. he felt so very guilty for all of the nights that he’d spent fucking his fist and wishing it was your sweet cunt instead.

with parents spending a weekend out of town, megumi was left responsible for you, despite only being a few years older than you. they trusted him to make sure that you didn’t get into any trouble but, hell, everybody knew that, being the golden child you were, you were the one left to make sure that he kept himself in check.

regardless, megumi still did his best. he’d even picked up some of your favourite take-out food on the way home! upon setting it down on the kitchen counter, he yelled up the stairs to inform you that your dinner was ready.

having not received a response for the third time, megumi made his way up to your room to see what you were up to. your door remained ajar, pink hues of your hyperfeminine decor spilling into the hallway. his heavy knuckles rapped twice before pushing it further open and peeking into your bedroom.

he was expecting to see you busy at your desk, studying or finishing off some assignment with your headphones on. instead, megumi was met with the blissful sight of his step sister sprawled out across her flowery sheets, completely bare and pumping a bright pink dildo in and out of her glistening pussy. one fist gripped your pillows for support whilst the other plunged the toy into your hole, tears of frustration beginning to blur your vision as you very obviously struggled to make yourself cum.

megumi knew that he should have turned around and left,. yet he found himself frozen in his spot, your cute whimpers and whines contributing to the bulge in his pants. you hadn’t noticed his presence just yet, bright eyes screwed shut whilst you pleasured yourself.

your legs were spread widely enough for your stepbrother to get a decent view of your slippery cunt, with slick-coated inner thighs and an already swollen clit that he was unable to take his eyes off of. incoherent babbles turned to pleas, as though you were praying to the gods to grant you your sweet release. if megumi listened closely enough, he could hear the faint, desperate squelching of your pussy while you fucked yourself silly. he reached to palm his growing erection, subconsciously groaning and only to be cut off by-

“‘gumi?!” you yelped, grabbing a plush blanket to cover yourself as best as you could. “what are you doing in here?”

shit.

“i bought home dinner,” he huffed, resigning to sharing the truth, desires clouding his judgement, “but i guess you need help with something else,”

“what do you mean?”

“my baby sister can’t even make herself cum? want your big brother to teach you?”

your face heated up even more, wishing the depths of hell would open just to swallow you up. you were already embarrassed that you’d been caught masturbating by your step brother, but for him to mock you for not knowing how to get yourself off?

you peaked over the edge of the blanket, staring megumi up and down. it’d be a lie to say that you weren’t considering his offer. you trusted him. . . and you were pretty convinced he would take good care of you. besides, the imprint of his cock against his black skinny jeans was enough to activate the butterflies in your tummy. there was a hint of that trademark seriousness in your brother’s expression, though the overwhelming softness and concern that only you were privy to was on full display too.

"really?" your voice was meek, and if it wasn't for the silence in the room it would have gone unheard.

megumi almost choked on the air; he hadn't expected that. your wide, doe eyes practically begging him to see through his offer and to teach you how to play with yourself.

initially not trusting himself to speak, he took slow and cautious steps towards you, reaching for the edge of your blanket to peel it away from you. he folded it as neatly as he could, placing it on the end of your bed with such care. megumi was allowing you a chance to go back on your word, to change your mind about this — yet you had no plans to.

the pink toy lay almost forgotten between your legs, surrounded by a damp patch on your cute, peachy-toned sheets. megumi couldn't help but think about what an innocent thing you were, the filthiest thoughts of how he wished to corrupt his baby sister into being his personal cocksleeve.

he picked up your dildo, admiring the sheer amount of wetness coating the toy. while your legs snapped shut out of embarrassment, your thighs subconsciously pressed together, cunt desperate for friction once again. megumi only tsked, bringing his large hands to spread you back open.

“why don’t you show me what you were up to, doll? let me see what i’m working with,”

you shot a confused expression at your step brother, not understanding what he’d meant exactly.

“here,” he said, handing you the fake cock that you’d been using. “if you want me to help, sweetheart, you need to fuck that pretty pussy for me.”

megumi perched on the edge of your bed, allowing you to take your time to begin. he watched like a hawk as you trailed both hands down to your cunt, tracing your slit with the head of the dildo before aligning it with your hole. your eyes were screwed shut as you swallowed the toy as best you could, pumping the silicone in and out of your fluttering hole. your non-dominant hand once again reached for your pillowcase, gripping the cotton as small whimpers slipped from your lips.

the more that you continued, the more frustrated you grew again. megumi had been observing every minor twitch and pulse of your body, now struggling to keep his hands to himself, for to him you seemed an innocent creature in need of so much guidance. he leaned towards you, placing a hand on your knee in order to gain your attention.

“c’mere,” he mumbled, motioning for you to take a seat on his lap. despite the hungry, almost predatory look behind his emerald irises, you felt an overwhelming sense of safety as you crawled to rest on his thigh. you could feel the outline of his bulge against you, cheeks heating up as it dawned upon you that you were most likely the cause of it.

megumi’s large hands found your waist, positioning you to sit between his legs and hooking your knees over his thighs. your drooling cunt was entirely exposed, slick already leaking onto the sheets below. he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before gripping your chin and training your gaze forwards. in front of you was your mirror, a perfect view of your vulnerable state as your step brother sat behind you.

“sure you’re okay with this, princess?” he queried.

“please,” you muttered, making no move to feign composure. you needed this, you needed your big brother to teach you how to feel good. your body was yearning to cum, yet nothing that you ever did was enough. “show me,”

megumi’s smirk was visible in his reflection as he took your dildo in his hand.

“you’re already so fucking wet, aren’t you, sweetheart?” was the line that made you try hiding your flushed face in his neck. “nah-ah,” he continued, tender touch moving your stare back to your mirror. “how are you gonna learn if you don’t watch? don’t play dumb with me, pretty girl.”

his pet names made not only your heart flutter, but visibly caused your sweet pussy to pulse as they fell past his lips. you recognized that this wasn’t how people were supposed to feel and react to their step siblings, yet the pair of you were both glad that it was megumi teaching you this, and not some random hook-up. the train of thought did, however, leave him wondering how many times that you’d done this before. you’d had at least one or two boyfriends that you’d mentioned, so surely one of them must’ve had their taste of your delectable cunt. . . right?

this was the only question on megumi’s mind as he spread your folds with one hand, guiding the fake cock into your pretty pussy with his other. he angled it expertly, a cute moan from you indicating that he’d brushed over your g-spot. the man was careful with the way that he played with you, aware that he’d only seen you take a portion of your toy so far this evening. it wasn’t exactly the biggest thing, he estimated it to be around the six inch mark. if megumi was honest, he considered it puny compared to his own cock, and, god, how he wished to see how your cunt took him.

“taking it like a champ, doll. how many cocks have you had before, sweet thing?”

“n-” you began stuttering, shyness coursing through your veins. “none, ‘gumi. ‘ve not been with anyone,”

megumi was honestly shocked by your response, wondering how such a perfect girl had made it to college without getting the shit fucked out of her. but it did make him question one other thing. . .

“have you ever even cum before, baby?”

you really didn’t need to answer verbally, for the incredulous look on your face, obviously not having expected to be found out by him, gave your secrets away.

“fuck,” he sighed, “i’ll give you one, alright? gonna make sure you cum for your big brother,”

all you did was whine, shifting into a more comfortable position under megumi’s touch. pride bloomed in his chest, proud of how comfortable you were to put yourself into such a lewd state for him. he helped you raise your legs slightly, which in turn gave him more leeway to plunge your toy into your sloppy cunt. easing the cock in gently, he was able to push it further than you had prior. you could feel all of the fake veins on the dildo against your velvety walls as the squelch of it entering your hole echoed around the room. megumi continued to coo over you, praising you for how well you took your toy.

“rub that clit for us, yeah?” he instructed, though you could only give him a blank stare in response. surprise ghosted over megumi’s usually stoic features - surely you weren’t this clueless. he waited for a moment, slowing the pumping of your dildo. yet the only moves that you made was the rotation of your hips, yearning to return to being fucked at a harsher pace.

instead of mocking you, megumi guided his own hand to your cunt. your weeping folds were already parted by the toy buried inside of you (three quarters of the way to its hilt, might he boast), giving him ample opportunity to direct you to the swollen bud between your legs. he began by stroking along the side of it with a single finger, which was enough to rip a pornographic moan from your throat.

“shit,” he growled in response, “so fucking sensitive, aren’t you? eyes in front, watch how i make you cream f’me,”

you did exactly as he commanded, using all of your strength to keep your eyelids from fluttering closed as your gaze remained on your step brother’s every move. he fucked you slowly, his focus on your puffy clit as he experimented with touches, figuring out which way was best to make you curl your toes. he knew that he’d succeeded when he watched your face screw up, whines growing louder as he continued his ministrations.

megumi was proud of you, and told you so when you immediately began putting your attention back on your reflection. it grew easier for him to fuck you as you became increasingly relaxed in his arms, turning to absolute putty as your desperate self craved your orgasm even more than you had before.

“stop. . .” you drawled, loosely gripping megumi’s wrist. “feels weird,”

heeding your wishes, he paused. “what’s wrong, sweetheart? good weird or bad weird?”

you took a moment to think, megumi picking up on the fact that you were a little spaced out.

“‘s tingly,” you admitted, heat rushing to your face once again from embarrassment. “like ‘m g’na burst,”

megumi smiled down at you, promising that “it’s supposed to, darling. you trust me, don’t you?”

you barely needed a second to process the question, instead nodding fervently in agreement.

“well then, let your big brother take care of you,”

and with that, megumi resumed his movements. he plunged the fake cock into your wet hole fast enough to make you writhe and massaged your twitching clit with extensive care and precision. before long, he could tell that you were on the edge, ready to give into your orgasm. he coaxed you through it with gentle praises, willing you to let go.

granted, he didn’t think it would be as intense as it was. you gripped the soft fabric of his shirt with white knuckles as your vision blurred, fully losing control of your body. as one of his hands kept your pulsing cunt plugged with your toy, moving it ever so slightly to aid in riding out your high, the other held your shoulders, ensuring that you wouldn’t hurt yourself in your blissed-out state of being.

megumi cursed as his thumb accidentally brushed over your oversensitive clit a couple of times, though the yelps that spilled from you were akin to harmonies reaching his ears. it was selfish for him to touch the bud again, though surely only once wouldn’t cause any harm. he had no regrets as that singular touch pushed you to such a point of overstimulation that your sweet cunt gushed, squirting all over your step brother and your sheets as your body shook.

pleasured sounds transformed to cries as you fell slightly limp in megumi’s arms. he hushed you, allowing you the time that you needed to calm down. he placed a tender kiss to the top of your head, eventually slipping your toy out of you.

“you did so well, princess,” he praised, “made your pussy cry for me. go have a shower, darling, ‘ll be here when you get back.”

he helped you stand on your wobbly legs, holding your hand as you mumbled thank yous to your big brother. it was very clear that he would most likely need to accompany you in the shower too.

“not bad for your first time. food’s probably still warm, let‘s go clean you up and then we’ll grab something, yeah?”

“but,” your voice was meek, throat raw from how loud you had been, “you didn’t get to-”

“don’t worry, sweetheart.” megumi interrupted, sneaking behind you to snake his arms around your waist. “what do you think i’m having for desert?”

[kentoberry]

SWEET LIKE HONEY ! — albedo kreideprinz.

⭒— SUMMARY · you failed your latest test, but there’s no need to worry when the professor offers you a way to make up the grade ! [ this post contains dark content. full tags utc. ]

⭒— CONTENT · sub fem reader , college au , teacher / student relationship , pervy albedo , dubcon , coercion , panty stealing , praise , implied masturbation , crybaby ! reader , office sex.

to begin with, your day had consisted of burnt toast and unwashed dishes. by the time you were ready to go grab a cup of morning coffee, you noticed a toothpaste stain on your white blouse so you had to get changed again instead. to put it simply, everything was going wrong ! you wanted nothing more than to return to bed, close the curtains, and shut the world out for the day. instead, you powered through and made your way to class.

in hindsight, maybe you should have done just that. you had completely forgotten about a test you had done last week until a piece of paper was slammed down on your desk. your heart dropped as you flipped it over to reveal a big 'c’ in the top corner. bio-chem with professor albedo was the only class you were averaging below an 'a’ in, this was only going to make it even worse ! you had studied your ass off for this test, doing everything you could to increase your knowledge of the subject. hell, you were convinced you had worked harder than everyone else in this class ! it was as though the red ink was mocking you, laughing at your failure. you decided that your only option to rectify this was to visit your professor after class and inquire as to your low score.

as soon as he wrapped up the lecture, you shoved the paper deep into the depths of your bag. not wanting to have an angry outburst, you had opted to grab a long overdue coffee before heading to your professor’s office. it hadn’t helped too much, your shakiness noticeable as your knuckles rapped lightly against the hard wood. albedo took a moment to stretch from his prior position of being hunched over the desk marking papers for one of his other classes. he peered around the door, fluffy hair and cozy sweater making him feel oh so inviting.

“sir, could i talk to you for a moment?” he picked up on the nervousness in your voice instantly.

“of course, miss y/l/n. come in.” professor albedo opened the door wider, gesturing to the couch on the other side of his desk. “am i correct to presume this is regarding your recent examination score?”

you placed your bag down as he closed the door and returned to his own seat.

“yes, sir.” was all you managed. your stared at your shoes, trying to gain control over your emotions though to no avail.

“well?”

you sighed deeply before the rambling began and you gave in. “i don’t understand how they’re so low. i’ve been working so hard, studying all night even-” you hadn’t expected to get so worked up over a silly little letter on a piece of paper that you could just throw to the wind. tears began welling in your eyes, nose becoming slightly runny. “i-if my grades aren’t perfect then i won’t get back in to study for my masters ! how-” sniffle. “how am i supposed-” sniffle. “to fix this?” sniffle.

“first take a deep breath, y/n.” you buried your head in your hands, your professor’s perception of you being added to the list of your worries. the last thing you wanted was for him to assume you were some spoiled crybaby who always got what she wanted ! “we can work something out.”

you looked up at him as though he had just offered you the world. your teary eyes gleamed in the soft light of his office, awaiting what solution the smart man had come up with. albedo wanted nothing more than to fix all of your problems. sure, you were his most diligent student. if he was honest, your poor grades were perhaps… an experiment of his own. he wanted to see how much pressure you could handle, since he was considering offering you a position as his assistant over summer break. you had lasted longer than his original hypothesis had predicted.

your professor’s introverted nature made it difficult for him to comfort you. he decided that the best course of action was to plop himself down next to you on the loveseat, wrapping one of his arms around your sobbing form. you buried your face into albedo’s sweater, dampening the soft wool in your tears. his grip only tightened around you, cooing softly as he caressed your back.

all in all, there was nothing impure about the interaction. or at least, there wasn’t at first. in your sorrowful haze, your hand had accidentally brushed against your professor’s crotch, prompting a sharp intake of breath from the man. his attention was then drawn to the way your breasts were pressed against him.

“s-s-sir?”

albedo’s face flushed red at the fact that you’d noticed his… predicament. your eyes were wide, sobs having halted. you looked so innocent before him, so much so that he couldn’t prevent his dark thoughts taking over.

“i have a proposal for you, y/n. perhaps if you were to help me with the… situation before us, i could ensure your grades stay high enough to secure your place in any future education you desire.”

surely he wasn’t insinuating what you thought he was. you had always thought he was a rather attractive man, though he was your professor ! you should be running to the dean to report him right now.

“you may go, if you so wish,” it was as though albedo was reading your mind. “none of my superiors will believe any negative thought you share about me. now, you can either leave and accept your results or we can…” he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “come up with a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“s-sir, i-” you began sniffling again, though you didn’t make a move towards the door. perfect grades for the remainder of his classes was too good of an offer to pass up, wasn’t it? he could tell that you were considering it.

“we can take it slow, darling. i do not wish to make you too uncomfortable.” his hand was on your shoulder, the other resting on your hip.

a weak “okay” left your mouth.

albedo pulled you onto his lap, resting you on top of one of his thighs. his hands found their way underneath your shirt as lithe fingers started digging slightly into your hips. he rocked you slowly against him as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. how embarrassing that you had to let your professor use you like this just so that you could pass a class !! he admired how you’d fully given into his advances, your body practically limp for him to use as he desired. your arms wrapped around him as salty tears began gently rolling down your cheeks. attempts to keep your cries quiet were futile, with your professor pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head in an attempt to comfort you. the way you were so vulnerable for him spurred him on further. you were too weak to pleasure yourself, so he had to do it for you !! your legs were tightening, thighs wanting to give you more friction than you were already receiving from him. albedo took note of this. he lifted you off of him enough to remove your clothes. the man allowed you to keep your shirt on, for it would save you from any further embarrassment should somebody walk through the currently unlocked door to his office. your sobs only increased as he removed your panties. luckily for him, you were too preoccupied to see him shoving them deep into his pocket, no intentions of returning the lacy fabric to you. you felt so exposed, hiding your face even further in him.

“there’s nothing too worry about, sweetheart. i think you look ravishing like this.” he dragged a finger between your folds, only to be met by his slick covered digit. he took it for a few short laps around your aching bud, relishing in the whines that became mixed with sobs falling from your lips. albedo sat you back down so that you were straddling his thigh. he spread you enough so that your clit was resting against the rough material of his trousers. subconsciously you began rutting your hips against his lightly colored slacks. albedo kept one hand on your back, gently guiding you, while the other began stroking your hair. tears covered his sweater, accompanying your sweet moans.

“so good for me,” your professor would whisper, along with other praises of how you were his “favorite student” and how beautiful you looked rutting against him so desperately. you’d be lying if you said his words didn’t increase the wetness pooling between your legs, though you felt so humiliated in this position that you felt more tears falling simultaneously. your cunny was spilling juices all over him, most definitely ruining his pants.

you grew exhausted rather quickly, between the cries and the stress today had thrown at you. no matter how much albedo was encouraging you to keep going, your trembly voice barely whispering to him that you “can’t” do any more was enough for him to lend a helping hand. what kind of professor would he be to ignore a student in need ? as you remained clinging onto him, he continued to hold your head as his other hand reached between your thighs. his fingers circled your entrance, gently tapping it. he wanted nothing more than to scissor you open and stuff your pretty hole nice and full, though he didn’t want to scare you off. he wanted to keep you in a position where he could continue to have control over you, which meant giving you your desired grades while he persuaded you to keep returning the favor for him. how could he allow for such a sweet thing like yourself to escape his grasp ?!

you felt your eyelids growing heavy as your professor’s fingers massaged your puffy clit. his touches were like feather, using his index and ring fingers to spread you open as his middle finger stroked you ever so lightly. he tapped against the bud periodically, enjoying how you trembled with every graze. your voice was mostly gone, barely able to warn him that you were close. “g-g-g gonna-” was all you could manage. the man knew exactly what you struggled to communicate.

“cum for me, sweetheart,” the dirtiness and shame you felt at your professor’s words combined with his saccharine tone made you shake. he rubbed directly onto your pulsing clit as your body began spasm on top of him. albedo held onto you as pleasure rushed through your veins and even more of your cum spilled onto his thigh. he helped you ride through your high, the scent of sex filling the office. you pulled yourself away from him as your breathing calmed. he was in half a mind to drag you back into his embrace, though his curiosity regarding the shy expression he imagined adorning your features prevented him from doing such. your hair was a mess, tear stained face red. your eyes were slightly swollen, fresh tears still dancing down your puffy cheeks. you tried wiping them away and clearing your running nose with the back of your sleeve. albedo grabbed a tissue from his desk, assisting you as you sat in defeat. your eyes spotted the wet patch you’d left on his trousers. you couldn’t help but apologize profusely, despite barely being able to form a sentence. albedo looked down at you, pads of his thumbs gracing your cheeks. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i always keep spare clothes in my office, just in the case of any lab emergencies that should arise.” the man would wait until you left to change. the way your weak form exited his office was intoxicating, staring intently at how your hips swayed slightly with each step. despite how he wanted to feel you wrapped around the aching in his pants so very badly, he would instead prefer to take you in a much less formal setting. for now, the panties that you had unknowingly left behind would have to suffice.

[kentoberry]

BLESSINGS — loid forger.

pairings ⭒ loid forger x f reader.

about ⭒ baby fever sweeps the forger household.

content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] br33ding ⭒ mentions of alcohol ⭒ c-rvix kissing.

"are you sure about this, dear?" 

"i've never been more sure of anything, loid."

that exchange was little over an hour ago, and loid couldn't resist you for a moment longer. anya had been mentioning wanting a younger sibling and (if you were honest) you too had been pondering what it would be like to have a baby in the house.

despite this, it was actually loid that had posed the question. sure, your marriage had been built on a fake precedent, but the pair of you were more than content with the way that things had played out. loid agreed that it would be delightful to have a baby with you; you and anya already gave him something he never thought that he would have, something to fight for and a visible reason for why he continued his job. however, he would be lying if he said that the thought of you, belly swollen with his baby and breasts heavy in preparation, didn't activate a possessive desire deep within him.

you'd started sharing one room, acting more affectionate towards one another, and before either of you could recognize it, you'd fallen into an actual relationship with one another. one bottle of wine and anya spending the night at a sleepover with becky was all it took for the dam of suppressed feelings to finally give way and lead to you both sleeping together. although the alcohol had left you somewhat fuzzy, you could remember staring in awe at the sight of loid's pretty cock, decorated with prominent veins and a bold, blushing tip. he was gentle with you, preparing your cunt with experienced fingers and a heavenly tongue. each touch was filled with an ethereal combination of care and lust, making you feel as though you were on cloud nine. 

this time, now that loid had the goal of putting a baby in you, prior tenderness was only amplified. he wanted to see your face throughout, so he'd settled on laying you on your back and promising to treat you like a princess. as he began by wrapping his soft lips around your stiff nipples, loid couldn't help himself babbling about how pretty you would look as your tits swelled with milk for your future child.

"fuck, loid," you whined as he finally slipped the tip of his cock into you.

he had to use every ounce of self restraint not to fuck you with the rage of a feral beast, instead opting for more subdued, passionate movements. he took his sweet time bottoming out inside of you, the bulbous head of his cock kissing your cervix. drawn out whimpers and whines filled the air between you, each mumbling sweet nothings to one another. you gasped a loud started to thrust in and out of you, each stroke brushed filling you to the brim. you were quickly reduced to a moaning mess, arms outstretched in order to bring loid closer to you. he abided by your wishes, placing a tender and loving kiss to your lips. you could feel the sparks as soon as his mouth was on yours, reignited as though this was the first time that your husband had kissed you. however, loid had ulterior motives as you were growing a little bit too loud. usually, he wouldn't complain, however. . .

“careful, love,” he whispered, “we don’t want to wake her up,” 

. . . your daughter was sound asleep a few rooms away. you nuzzled against loid's neck, softly nipping at his sensitive skin whilst he continued to pound into you. his arms wrapped around your waist and torso, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed flush against one another. he continued to fuck you in such an intimate position, displaying the extent of his agility as he held you close and still managed to keep up his pace. 

when he groaned your name, you could tell that loid was close. filthy thoughts of his cum seeping out of your hot cunt made your walls clench and your nails synchronously dig into his muscular back. the next thing you knew, you could feel his hot pants on your neck once again. 

“you’re sure about this?” he asked, showing that even in this moment he held the utmost concern for your feelings. once you reassured him that you wanted this just as much as him, a certain vigour became evident in each thrust, one that you had never seen the man possess. one of his hands slipped in between you both to seek out your swollen clit. he’d done this enough to know how you like it, what movements it would take to push you over the edge alongside him. 

“loid,” you cried, resorting to chewing your bottom lip in order to prevent any other lewd sounds emerging. loid looked close to angelic above you, the low lighting of your bedroom casting a halo over his blonde locks. beads of sweat stuck his hair to his forehead, and his eyes occasionally rolled backwards in his head. the sight alone was enough to make you cum. 

as loid began to feel your pussy spasm around him, he once again planted his lips on your own, muffling your heavenly moans. he didn’t stop playing with your clit, even when his own orgasm crested and his cum began to spill against your womb. you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, as well as his warm seed filling you up. the two of you held that position for a moment, with loid plugging your cunt and holding you tight. your foreheads were pressed against one another, and you couldn’t help the joyful tears that welled up in your eyes the moment that you both exchanged three sweet words. 

“i love you, loid,”

“i love you too, princess.”

[kentoberry]

CEO childe fucking Fem secretary reader <333

yeah ! i'm obsessed with office aus so bad omg !!

content · [ 18+ , minors do not interact ] · sub fem reader · perv childe · skirt f3tish · edging · angry s3x · bruises · spanking · office s3x · exh!bitionism · teasing · p-nty stealing · ma$turbation · toys · blackmail mention.

· CEO ! childe who didn't give a shit about your qualifications. he only hired you because of how fucking hot your ass looked in that tight pencil skirt you wore to the interview — most of the conversation was spent with him not-so-subtly staring at your tits anyway.

· CEO ! childe who can and will ask you to come and see him in his office if he's having a slow day, just to have you sit on his desk and let him tease and edge your pretty pussy whilst he has all the time in the world!

· CEO ! childe who practically drags you into his office, or any other available room, after he has a particularly stressful meeting. he's busy cursing out all of his shareholders and takes the rage out on you, destroying your poor cunt and gripping your hips so hard that they'll be bruises afterwards.

· CEO ! childe is a massive fan of randomly slapping your ass. even if there's others in the room, you'll find he never misses an opportunity to land his hand on your sore cheek.

· CEO ! childe who has you suck him off whilst he's on a video conference. sure, you could give him the best head of his life and make him cum in front of all of these important people, but there was virtually a guarantee that he'd punish you for it later on.

· on a similar note, CEO ! childe will pick up the phone while he's fucking you. you could be bent over his desk or pinned against a wall when his ringtone goes off, and he'll simply put a finger to his lips, indicating that you should stay quiet, before hitting the answer button. if it's boring (which it usually is), he'll only fuck you harder and deeper to see how much you can control your noises.

· CEO ! childe has definitely convinced you to wear a remote controlled vibrator during a meeting. the heads of all departments within the company meet monthly, and it's only natural that the CEO and his star secretary be in attendance! he teases you throughout, watching you squirm and rub your thighs together. if you're good for him, he'll fuck you into oblivion over the conference table once everyone has left.

· CEO ! childe has a locked drawer in his desk that's full of your panties. sometimes he'll fuck you and make you return to work without them — it gives him easy access later on anyways. besides, if you're absent for whatever reason (say you're sick or have a family emergency), he can just take out a pair and make use of them while he jacks himself off.

· at one point, CEO ! childe thought that it would be amusing to fuck you over the copy machine. he bent you over, smushing your tits against the machine as it whirred into action. after that, he sat you up on it and got some nice copies of your ass and some of your cunt. when he (jokingly) threatened to pin them up around the office and show everyone what a whore you were for the boss, you couldn't stop your cunt tightening around his cock.

[kentoberry]

YOU GET SICK ! — jjk men.

ABOUT : how the jjk men take care of their sick s/o !

STARRING : toji fushiguro, kento nanami, satoru gojo.

NOTES : gn reader , mention of being throwing up in nanami's part. — this is 100% self indulgent and i can't even hide it. [ minors dni as i post nsft content. ]

TOJI FUSHIGURO

· he's trying his best, and that's what counts.

· at first, you might find that toji accidentally babies you. it's somewhat condescending, but his only experience in dealing with sick people comes from how he perceived nannies in the zen'in clan taking care of poorly toddlers. he'll definitely be making airplane noises when he spoonfeeds you some medicine, and would even swaddle you in cosy blankets like you would an actual baby. although annoying, it's something extremely endearing. you can even see the tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment when you offer him some pointers.

· affection isn't toji's strong suit, but when you're not feeling the best, he's surprisingly sweet (so much that you wish you got sick more often). he knows he's warm, so he keeps you wrapped in not only a bundle of blankets, but his arms too. you can use him like your personal heater, and he won't complain one bit. expect a lot of cuddles and even more forehead kisses !!

· toji also tries to pick up as many household chores as he can ! he'll cook something simple for you, make sure all of the dishes are done, and every room stays mostly spotless. he'll let you help out a little bit (for example, he lets you bark orders at him whilst he cooks!).

NANAMI KENTO

· lord. . . he's perfect.

· nanami is attentive, yet rigorous when it comes to taking medications, eating enough, and staying hydrated. he's working from home whilst you're sick, and will be extremely stubborn if you try to convince him that you'll be okay and that he should go in to work.

· whether you're feeling too hot or too cold, nanami likes to have you lay with your head in his lap. he'll wrap you in many blankets if it's the latter, tucking you in tightly while you watch something of your choosing on the tv. he adores this position because it makes him feel as though he can watch over you best, and he can't deny how darn cute you look whenever you gaze up at him. usually he'll have one arm draped over your torso and another propping up his book.

· speaking of books, if you struggle to get comfortable or to sleep, nanami will offer to read to you. his deep voice is extremely calming, and you'll find youself relaxing in his hold in no time. either he'll simply pick up whatever book is closest too him and narrate a few chapters, or (especially if you're really struggling) he'll grab one of your favourite tales off of the shelf and read it to you.

· you don't need to worry about anything at all, nanami has it covered! he's cooking every meal, ensuring that your cabinets and fridge is staying stocked full, and even taking care of your laundry. further proof that he thought of everything can be seen in the scrunchie that he keeps on his wrist, a quick solution if you find yourself hunched over in the bathroom and need your hair kept out of your face.

SATORU GOJO

· man child.

· satoru is one to boast about never getting sick himself, so when his s/o finds themselves falling under the weather, he panics. shoko has to put her phone on silent because of the wall of texts that he sends her, full of questions and panicked exclamations. she'll offer up some general advice to shut him up, because she can tell that he's acting a little bit overdramatic, even through text.

· when gojo finally gets himself together, he transforms into a big teddy bear. the man doesn't realise that he too will fall ill if he doesn't stop peppering butterfly kisses all over your face. you had to use a chunk of your depleted energy to fend him off of you, but even then satoru refuses to remove his arms from your waist.

· he carries you everywhere too !! he carries you into the bathroom and sits you on the counter whilst you both brush your teeth, settles you down on a barstool in the kitchen as he struggles to find something in his cupboards that isn't overwhelmingly sweet.

· in the end, satoru settles for locating every single blanket and pillow in his apartment and building a makeshift nest on the couches. he orders any takeout foods you crave, and will certainly abuse his power and have some of his students pick up any medications or other things that you need. the remainder of the day is spent bundled up together and watching some of your favourite shows and movies, and satoru watching over you as you doze off in his arms.

[kentoberry]

types of nudes that they send you !

including ⭒ geto suguru, gojo satoru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, naoya zen'in.

content ⭒ [ 18+ content ; minors dni ] ⭒ gender neutral reader ⭒ m-sturbation ⭒ toys ⭒ cybers3x.

GETO SUGURU

there’s usually two types of nudes geto sends you. both tend to be dark and poorly lit, which weirdly compliments his brooding aura.

occasionally, whenever geto finds himself with a stiff cock, he’s sure to snap a quick pic and send it to you. you have a small museum worth of images of his stiff cock straining against his sweatpants whilst he’s just relaxing, of the bulge in his gym shorts after an intense workout, and so many more. some were mirror selfies of him flexing in god knows whose bathroom; those were some of your favourites because you could typically see his toned abs peeking out from underneath his shirt.

the second type of nudes that geto sends are much more salacious than the first. he’s not one to bother snapping a picture of his large cock in his hand, but will instead go all out and send you a video of him jacking off, complete with full audio of him groaning and detailing all of the filthy things that he wished to do with you when the pair of you were reunited. he always put on a show for his angel, swiping a thumb over the tip of his leaking cock and eliciting the nastiest of sounds in response. these videos weren’t remotely haphazard, each movement was sensual and teasing. he wanted to get you just as riled up as he was, and it certainly worked.

the latter kinds of nudes are considerably more rare. geto usually reserved them for when he was tied up on a longer mission, and maybe the shorter ones if he was feeling particularly horny. they’re usually accompanied by a short and simple text, something along the lines of “thinking about you” or “miss you”.

GOJO SATORU

gojo sends a lot of nudes, but it would take him a while to be comfortable enough to do so. once you’re in an established relationship with him, you’ll find dirty pictures, videos, and audios a regular occurrence. he has quite the libido, who can blame him?

being the satoru gojo, his nudes carry the same bravado that he does. each image is well lit, almost enough to make you question whether or not his dick pics are professionally shot. they range from photos of his thick cock in all its glory, resolution high enough that you can identify each vein and detail.

the nudes that make your thighs quiver, however, are usually the ones where he's not fully naked. gojo likes to take pictures of himself tugging down the waistband of his sweats so that you can see his toned v-line. there's one in particular where the hem of his shirt is between his teeth that shows off his happy trail, and you want nothing more than to have that image ingrained in your brain for all eternity.

additionally, gojo does send a lot of audio messages. he has quite the exhibitionist tendencies every now and again, so sometimes, when he's jacking off, he'll grab his phone and start a voice recording. usually they're just rambles of him begging for you and making the most heavenly noises — you can often hear the grunts he makes when he cums too. if he's in a bit of a teasing mood, which he is most of the time, and you decide to send him anything of a lewd nature (be it messages or photos), gojo will sometimes send instructions for how you should touch yourself, claiming that he knows how to pleasure you better than you do yourself.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami doesn't really see the point in sending nudes; he'd much rather be there in person. if you so much as make an offhand comment about being needy, he'll promise you that he'll be out of work as soon as the clock strikes 6:00 p.m.

that being said, perhaps he gets sent on a mission for an elongated period. nanami still isn't one to snap a picture of his cock and send it to you without any prior warning (no matter your relationship status), but he could be persuaded to get off with you over facetime. he's never one to make demands, because the one thing that nanami enjoys more than anything is being able to hear your moans and whimpers. his name on your tongue is music to his ears.

it's rare that nanami will masturbate without you — a large portion of his enjoyment comes from pleasuring his partner. he actually has an encrypted folder for his more lustful moments, compiled of any suggestive images or videos that you may have sent him and a few others that he's snapped of your escapades when together.

nanami's stoic and unbothered facade always falters when he gets himself off. it's almost as though he's putty in your hands, wanting to please you and putting your needs far above your own. the man absolutely melts, and doesn't bother holding back grunts and groans while his fist is pumping around his heavy cock. the sight of his eyes fluttering shut in ecstacy, hips jutting upwards as he fucks his hand, and strangled cries as he releases all over his wrist is truly angelic.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

toji isn't a man of grandeur to any degree, nor is he particularly tech-savvy. the first time that the discussion of nudes pops up, he doesn't understand the appeal. however, as soon as he gets to see your cute self flashing up on his screen in a rather suggestive position, it clicks.

the man has no shame. if he's horny and about to jack off, he'll openly ask you to send him nudes and will send some back in return. he's also happy to send them if you imply a desire for them, but will definitely tease you a little and get you to ask outright. toji often sends a surplus of what you ask for, i.e. pictures of him stroking his cock from multiple angles. he'll even send you a picture of the cum he shot out covering the watch on his wrist, or the glistening precum coating the bush at the base of his cock.

the messages that follow toji's nudes are just plain nasty. he's somehow a god at sexting without any added effort and his ability to make your thighs tremble with his words is insane — you're wrapped around his little finger.

his nudes are usually just pictures or short videos. toji loves to compare you to his fleshlight, often sending you a quick message about how much he prefers you to the toy. every now and then he'll use the toy to edge himself and document it through his text messages to you, being sure to promise you that he's saving a nice, heavy load of his cum for you whenever he sees you later that night.

NAOYA ZEN’IN

naoya will unashamedly send you a “wyd” and attach the grainiest dick pic you’ve ever seen. there’s no grandeur whatsoever; it’s as though he’s just pulled down his underwear and snapped a photo. it's gross and disgusting, but you can't help but be intrigued. perhaps it's the filthy messages that follow, telling you all of the positions that he wishes to take you in and how much he desires you pinned below him with tears running down your pretty cheeks.

because of his status, naoya is perhaps one of the most entitled men in the country. he's not afraid to ask (no, demand) you send him some material of your own. if it's not up to his standards, say he wants a closer view of your body or a shot from a different angle, he'll ask outright. it's almost as though he has you bewitched, because you obey his every whim.

[kentoberry]

A MILLION OTHER GIRLS �� shoko ieiri.

⭒— SUMMARY : you visit your girlfriend on her smoke break.

⭒— CONTENT : [ 18+ ; minors do not interact. ] · degradation , name calling , fem reader , threats of violence , bimbo reader , smoking , branding / burning , impacy play , petplay themes .

"you're such a fucking whore, you know that, baby?" shoko commented. you were sat on her lap, smirking as you placed another kiss to her neck.

"dunno what you're talking about,"

as much as those faux-innocent giggles of yours infuriated her, there's nobody else she would rather be spending her smoking break with. you decided to visit her at work, clad in that stupidly tiny skirt that as good as had your dumb cunt on display for anybody that spared a glance and a low-cut tee that made it painfully obviously you weren't wearing a bra.

"i'll have to remove all six of gojo's fuckin' eyes for how he stared at your pretty tits. i bet he's holed up in one of the bathrooms fucking his fist at the thought of you, don't you think?" shoko took another drag of her cigarette, eyeing you up and down. "such a slut for attention. how many other guys did ya walk past, hmm? how many of 'em do you think i'm gonna have to dissect for thinking about that cute little cunt of yours?"

you played along with her little game, sitting up straight as you straddled her. one hand was across your chest, meticulously placed so that it pushed your tits up, and the other's elbow rested on it as your fingers tapped your chin, over exaggerating the fact that you were deep in thought.

"don't play with me, bitch. we both know bimbos like you are too dumb to think for yourself."

scowling a little, you puffed out your bottom lip in a pout. shoko used her free hand to cup your face and drag her thumb across your bottom lip whilst continuing to smoke with the other. after swiping some of your lip gloss, she brought the digit to her mouth and licked a singular, long stripe up it.

"bubblegum? my favourite," she praised, "it's almost like i picked it out for you, hmm?"

shoko chuckled darkly. she did, indeed pick it out for you, along with your salacious outfit. the woman loved to remind you that pretty whores like you couldn't function without her help, so she made sure to do even the most basic of tasks you weren't capable of doing: like picking your clothes for the day. she wanted your cunt to be easily accessible when you inevitably crawled over to visit her — and at this point, you weren't even sure that you owned any panties since she never let you wear them.

her hand slid underneath your skirt, dragging her middle finger along your already wet cunt. she lightly tapped your clit, amused at how responsive you were to her touch. when you arched your back and leaned into her a little, she only took a long drag and proceeded to blow the smoke in your face.

any sane person would have retreated right there and then, coughing and spluttering. but you weren't that smart, were you, sweetie? even after shoko slapped your pussy harshly, you moaned.

"my perfect fucking slut," she groaned, "careful, or else the whole campus will here you, baby. who am i kidding? you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

you nodded shyly, whimpering as the cool metal of her rings grazed over your damp slit. shoko loved how easy you were.

she took a moment to check her watch, sighing to herself.

"looks like my break is over, sweetheart." you looked at her with your wide, sparkly eyes, "none of that puppy dog shit. how about we mark you up a little though, make sure everyone that sees you knows whose whore you are?"

the question was rhetorical, for shoko then took a final smoke before pushing the cigarette butt into the sensitive skin of your chest. you had to hold back your tears, the burning sensation already resulting in a yelp of pain. she only cooed over you, complimenting how pretty you looked with her ash decorating your cleavage.

"head to my office, baby. be good for me, and i'll fuck you like a real mutt."

[kentoberry]

ENOUGH — diluc ragnvindr.

you're insecure about your relationship and diluc offers some words of comfort.

content · hurt / comfort · gn reader · 0.4k words.

"why don't you date her instead?"

the sentence that broke diluc's heart. you knew you weren't enough for him; the uncrowned price of mondstadt, heir to the dawn winery, could do so much better than you. all you did was cause problems. you were a burden to diluc and everyone around you. so when donna came into the angel's share, practically throwing herself at your boyfriend, you couldn't hold back the negative thoughts that filled your mind.

"darling, what do you mean?" diluc put down the glass he was cleaning, turning his full and undivided attention to you. the bar had been closed for around a half hour as of now, and you'd been oddly quiet all evening.

"donna." you replied, barely able to make eye contact with the man. instead, your gaze was focused on the floor. "or anyone, really. hell, even jean." there were tears in your eyes, but you'd do anything to hold them back. "you deserve so much better, 'luc. this city adores you, you could have anyone you want. yet you chose me. don't do that to yourself; don't settle for someone that is only a hindrance to you."

diluc struggle to maintain his composure, trying so very hard not to break down. he sauntered around to your side of the bar, standing besides where you sat. a large hand caressed your chin, tilting it upwards so that your own eyes met his fierce red ones. "you're not a hindrance, my love. you could never be."

"but i-" you choked on a sob, "you're always doing things for me. you go out of your way to help me and i- i just feel like i'm being a problem all of the time."

at this point, you were balling. you fought against every instinct not to curl into diluc's chest and let him soothe your cries.

"i would do anything for you. i'd move celestia just to see that smile i adore." diluc spoke slowly and calmly, a total contrast to the panic that consumed his insides.

"you don't need to- i don't deserve-"

"yes, you do. you're the kindest, most caring person i've ever met. you're beautiful, inside and out. i'm in love with you in a way i never thought i was capable of. i couldn't care less about anyone else. i only want you."

diluc punctuated the sentence by placing a tender kiss to the crown of your head and tentatively wrapping his arms around you. in his eyes, you deserved the absolute world and beyond. and as long as he was still standing, he would do anything within his power to make you understand that that's what you deserve.

[kentoberry]

BITTERSWEET — kamisato ayato.

pairings ⭒ crime boss ! ayato x f reader.

about ⭒ your husband, leader of the shuumatsuban crime syndicate, may be good at his job, but he’s been neglecting his poor wife.

content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] ⭒ established relationship ⭒ very mild angst ⭒ mentions of violence (including vague allusions to murder) ⭒ light brat taming ⭒ pet names ⭒ dubcon in parts ⭒ gunplay ⭒ threats ⭒ degradation ⭒ name calling ⭒ p-ssy spanking ⭒ mentions of a mindbreak ⭒ dumbification ⭒ c-rvix kissing ⭒ creampie.

your husband always seemed to prioritize work over your relationship. take the untouched home-cooked meals that you had prepared for him, for example, now forming a small village of stacked tupperware boxes in the refrigerator. you would sit and look pretty during meetings with subordinates, like his perfect lap dog. the business bored you, yet you had picked up a couple of tricks here and there.

tuning back into the conversation midway, the topic concerning some issues with the transportations of unlawful goods. thoma, your husband’s right-hand man, made a point of how they should go about it, one that seemed fair. ayato must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, for he was in disagreement. 

“but sir, i’m sure you understand why we can’t just-” thoma rambled in attempt to reason with the boss.

“you can, and you will.” ayato’s tone remained calm and collected, sharp gaze enough to strike fear into the hearts of everyone in the room. well, almost everyone - you were unfazed. though his hand rest on his signature white revolver on the table, you saw a perfect opportunity to gain the full attention of your lover.

“thoma is right, darling.”

his head snapped around to face you, indigo irises narrowing as he shot you a warning glare. you continued nonetheless: “don’t make a stupid decision.”

the room was silent enough that you could hear a pin drop. thoma was silently pleading with you to shut up, but you knew ayato would never do anything to actually harm you. plus, from the parts of the conversation that you had heard, your husband did seem to be acting rather rash. not even the clicking of his gun was enough to stop you from your last blow to his ego.

“you’re better than this.”

ayato saw red. he’d never expecting his darling to talk back to him in such manner, humiliating him in front of his people. 

“fine.” he kept it short and snappy, his piercing stare remaining trained on you. “thoma can handle it. everyone out.”

the shufflings of papers and rustling of bodies exiting the room couldn’t even distract him from you. your expression remained as aloof as ever, as if you were challenging the man, trying to coax a reaction from him (the latter of which was most definitely true). 

once the last person had exited and closed the door behind them, ayato chose to speak. 

“i knew it was only a matter of time before you forgot your place,” venom laced his words, making you feel like the leader of a rival syndicate rather than his devoted wife. he let out an exasperated sigh, indicating that he lacked the time for your bullshit. “being quiet never was your strong suit, was it?”

“aya-”

“no. i don’t care. whatever stupid reason you had, i’m sure i can make you forget it.”

ayato picked up his piece, as if measuring its weight in his large hand. the golden decals shone in the faint light, highlighting how pristine the white shade remained despite having been used on some… messy occasions. 

“strip.”

your eyes widened. his lackeys had only just left, surely they would overhear! there was no way you were going to be put in such a compromising, risky situation. your apparent ineptitude prompted ayato to grip a handful of your hair, forcing you to look at him. “you heard me. if you want to act like a brat, i’ll treat you like one.”

“i’m not going to-”

instead of using his words, ayato only used his free hand to direct the barrel of his gun into your mouth. just as intended, it indeed shut you up. he chuckled as drool began to pool in your mouth, only for him to force the weapon further back in your throat. “cat got your tongue?”

instead of taking his time to undress you, ayato settled for tearing on the neckline of your shirt until it split in two. he slipped you out of your bra with a single hand, the other keeping his gun in place. the man relented for a mere moment before clambering to get you sat on the table. 

“suck.” he commanded, returning the revolver to your lips. he was only met with your pleading eyes, imploring him not to do this. you were beginning to regret speaking up, but the slight glint in his eyes told you that you were in for a good time either way. 

ayato kept the barrel of his gun touching your lips as he collected a glob of spit together in his mouth. his height allowed for him to tower over you, giving him the perfect angle to carry out his next action. before you could so much as blink, ayato spat directly into your mouth. whether out of shock or anticipation, you made no move to swallow, instead awaiting instructions that never came. ayato forced his weapon back into your throat, its muzzle causing you to gag. you were filled with the fear that he could pull the trigger at any time, even though you knew he would never go that far. one quick “click!” and you’d be covering the table. 

“i said, suck.”

you did precisely as he bid, tongue swirling around the cool metal barrel and tracing over the decals. you looked up at your husband with wide eyes, as if begging for some degree of mercy. 

he watched your helpless maneuvers for but a moment before growing bored. ayato flipped the skirt you were wearing up, lithe fingers caressing your already prevalent arousal. 

“all this, just for me? hmm? does my nasty girl get off from having a loaded gun pointed at her?”

of course, you couldn’t respond. you could only whine, but even then the revolver muffled your sounds. ayato only continued to mock you, bullying you for being so wet when he hadn’t shown you so little as an ounce of kindness. he forced you to continue sucking on the metal whilst he stroked your drooling cunt over the fabric, barely offering any friction.

the pathetic noises that crawled out of your throat made you sound stupid. ayato didn’t have time for your sounds as he became increasingly desperate to break you enough and put you back into your place. surely a slap or two would help silence his mutt. his palm came into contact with lacey barrier keeping you from him, aim as perfect as ever. you let out a little shriek, not expecting the action. still, you could feel yourself growing both dumber and needier with each smack. your cunt throbbed, aching for more attention.

you were relieved at the unobstructed breath you took once ayato finally relented, barely noticing the saliva that spilled onto your chest. 

ayato dropped the gun back to the table. even if the thought crossed your mind to grab it and usurp your husband, he didn’t give you the time. whilst you were recovering from having your throat invaded with his weapon, ayato peeled your panties to the side. he cared not to undress himself, simply freeing his stiff cock from its confines. the man teased your puckering hole with the flushed tip of his length, eliciting a couple of wanton moans as your cunt made futile attempts to pull him in. 

“you might want to stay quiet, princess. i’m sure my men are still within close proximity to the room.”

and with that statement, he sunk himself into your sloppy heat. he bottomed out in a single thrust, not giving you a moment to adjust. your husband knew your body well enough to elicit the most sinful of sounds as he thrust into you, bulbous tip kissing your cervix. ayato brought himself closer to your ear just to whisper: “wouldn’t want someone to overhear now, would we? or do i need to put a gun to your head just to keep you quiet?”

already feeling a little dumb on his cock, even you didn’t anticipate the pretty little mewl that dripped from your lips at the threat. with a little “disgusting slut,” and a quick flick of his wrist, you found the cool barrel of his gun against your temple. ayato used the weapon to shift your hair out of the way, the metal contrasting the warmth of your skin. 

“’m sorry,” you whined, never breaking eye contact with the man. possessiveness coursed through his veins, proud that he could treat you so poorly yet you would still come running back to him, weak and docile. 

you chewed on your bottom lip in attempt to restrain your lewd moans, simply taking what ayato gave you at this point. he continued to plunge into your sloppy cunt, molding and stretching your cushiony walls into the perfect shape for him. you could feel every bump and curve of his cock, just as he could of your insides. ayato hit your sweet spots without fail, his length already twitching due to how well you sucked him in. 

“such a fucking whore, getting fucked like this,” ayato’s sentences grew less and less put together, hinting that he was nearing his peak. “want me to get thoma back in here, hmm? let my men watch you go dumb on my dick?” he punctuated each question with a tap to your cervix, forcibly enough that you were sure it’d bruise. “my pathetic slut, going to cum for me, bitch?" 

gentle nods were your only response, feeling the heat in your stomach building up rapidly. once again, he let a glob of spit fall onto you, this time directed to your cunt. ayato’s free hand snaked between your legs to toy with your swollen clit, massaging tight circles around the puffy nub. his ministrations furious enough to make you clench yet skilled enough to not cause any overwhelming pain. it was becoming increasingly difficult to support yourself, leaning slightly into the muzzle of the gun pressed against you for aid.

”be a good fucking girl and cum for me.“

the sparse hints of praise were a welcomed change, tipping you over the edge as ayato fucked you through your high. you tried your best to stay quiet, like he had asked, although a few gorgeous whines escaped their restraints.

the feeling of your heavenly cunt contracting around his cock was enough to push ayato to release too, shooting strings of his milky seed inside of you. heavy breaths filled the room for a moment, with him remaining sheathed inside of your heat. the man finally put down his gun, opting for pulling you closer to him.

the tender kiss he placed to your forehead communicated all that you needed to know: despite tonight’s events, he still loved and cared for you, and he appreciated how you allowed him to be rough with you, to use your body as a stress relief from the hectic life that he’d been born into. it acted as a reminder of every promise he’d ever made you, to protect you with his life no matter what.

your husband let you collapse into him, cock keeping your creamy cunt plugged with his cum whilst you calmed down. one hand interlaced his fingers with your own, large digits fiddling with the ring that he’d given to you all those years ago. he pledge to himself to be around you more, for he’d missed soft moments like this. you were his oasis amongst a life of unsteadiness and uncertainty, the only place where he could let his guard down. he whispered a gentle ”i love you,“ into your hair, walls collapsing as he held you tightly. he never failed to be amazed when you whispered a little ”love you too“ in response.

[kentoberry]

LOVE ME HONEY — yelan.

pairings ⭒ casino owner ! yelan x fem waitress ! reader.

about ⭒ despite only being hired as an attendant at one of the top casino's on the strip, you'd become an indispensable employee.

content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] ⭒ yelan is your boss ⭒ reader wears a bunny costume ⭒ exh-bitionism ⭒ ruined org-sm ⭒ squ!rting

fucking the boss was pretty much part of your contract at this point.

you had applied to be one of the attendants at the night orchid casino without knowing that it involved such a provocative costume: a pair of fishnet tights and thigh-high black boots; a sleek, black leotard with a pristine white cotton tail; and, of course, a set of matching bunny ears. the looks that you would get whilst serving drinks at the poker tables made your stomach churn, though all of that was quickly neutralised by your boss.

sure, she didn’t treat you like a princess. yelan would always tease you for working for her, bully you for virtually whoring yourself out in such a filthy costume just to make ends meet. any time she walked past you on the ground floor or vice versa, she’d slap your ass so loudly that surrounding patrons raised an eyebrow. occasionally, she’d whisper instructions for you to meet her somewhere within the next five minutes and not a moment longer, and you’d eagerly obey.

that’s what lead to you sat comfortably on yelan’s lap as she played in a high stakes poker game. one of her hands was loosely wrapped around your waist, staking her claim amongst all of the ogling eyes that watched your cleavage bounce whenever you moved. occasionally she placed a territorial kiss to your exposed shoulder, smirking at the lovestruck smile that broke out on your face. it made her wonder how she’d gotten so lucky as to have such a perfect, submissive bunny at her beck and call.

all of the gambling jargon spoken between players at the table went over your head, though you could tell when yelan was losing by the way that her nails dug into your thigh. you had to try your very best to fight back whimpers, even though they were more akin to noises of pleasure than that of pain. each touch from your boss sent sparks to your core, and every now and then you would wonder exactly how much more you could handle before a wet spot started appearing on your leotard, especially considering that the costume required you to wear a sheer g string in order to not show through the tight fabric.

before you knew it, the game was over. by the elated yet smug expression on her face, you could tell that yelan had come out on top.

“hi, bunny,” she whispered in your ear, voice deep and husky. the woman was much stronger than her physique let on, and she used such strength to easily manoeuvre you until you were straddling her lap, facing her. “do you think i deserve a reward for playing so well, hmm?”

the question was rhetorical, though you didn’t have a lot of time to think until yelan’s lips were against yours, and her hands were dancing over your curves. usually she’d take you back to her office first, to somewhere private, and ‘claim her prize’, as she liked to put it. instead, it seemed that your boss was ready to take you right here, in front of an array of wandering eyes - yet you had zero complaints. the lust behind her hungry eyes was enough to make your squirm, so much so that you ended up grinding against her lap as she aggressively made out with you. one of her hands snaked up your back, stopping at your neck to briefly squeeze your throat and then supporting your head as she lifted you onto the poker table.

“everyone’s watchin’, bunny. how about we give them a show, yeah? make sure they know who you belong to?”

you didn’t waste a single moment before nodding, muttering a “yes, sir!” and fully submitting to yelan. she picked up her winning poker hand from the table and tucked it into the neckline of your uniform, lightly tapping your cheek as she growled “good girl,” and stood tall once again.

your ankles instinctively wrapped around yelan’s waist, locking in a feeble attempt to pull her closer to you. she cooed over how cute she thought you looked all spread out and begging, dragging her nails up your inner thigh at a painstakingly slow pace before moving your clothing to the side to reveal your already dripping cunt. a skilled thumb circled against your clit, making you whimper, but that only made her want to speed up her ministrations. she continued to tease you for a moment, building up your orgasm. you could feel the prying eyes around the room, watching your boss make you quiver and shake. yet when your eyes screwed shut, you felt her pull away and the pressure that she’d built up quickly dissipate.

cries filled the room as your cunt pulsed, just as they did every time yelan teased and edged you. she had a smug expression as she licked her digits clean, not breaking eye contact with you once.

“sweet as ever,” she quipped.

“please…” you uttered, though it was barely audible. yelan knew precisely what you wanted, and knew that her hold over you was strong enough that she could get you to beg in front of all of her patrons.

“please what, bunny? use your voice,”

“p-please make me feel good, sir! i n-need you, need you to make me cum!”

god, you were pathetic.

“oh my pretty little thing,” yelan hushed you, bringing her hand to your cheek. she was purposefully patronising you as she traced along your bone structure, halting when her thumb rested on your bottom lip. being the good pet that you were for her, you took it into your mouth and suckled on it. soon followed her next two fingers, damn hearts appearing in your eyes as you gazed back up at your boss.

you looked so docile, so adorable. she couldn’t help herself from murmuring a couple of expletives before easing her digits out of your mouth, and returning her saliva-coated fingers to you cunt. without further warning, she pushed two inside of you, returning her thumb to your puffy clit as you elicited the most pornographic of moans. without looking, anybody could tell that the room was full of hardened cocks and damp panties. as yelan curled her fingers inside of you, targeting that sweet spot, your back arched off of the table. she used her other hand to hold you down, pressing against your pelvis in order to keep you in place.

however, the added pressure only increased the intensity of the sensations between your legs, and before you knew it you were squealing incoherent nonsense. yelan knew this was in fact a sign that you were close. with a few words of encouragement and permission from your boss, your orgasm washed over you. you fell harder than usual, vision blurring as you gushed all over yelan’s hand and consequently her table. everybody in the room watched on with wide eyes and agape jaws, basking in the sight of you squirting all over the owner of this establishment.

“everyone out.” yelan ordered, breaking the silence. her gaze was glued to you, and her eyes had significantly darkened. once she heard the lock on the door, she leered over you a little more. “i’m just getting started, bunny.”

[kentoberry]

hear me out

dilf.. ayato..🙇🏻‍♀️

NO BECAUSE !!!! BECAUSE !!!????!!!!!

WARNINGS : sub fem reader, oral (m+f), implied overstim, breeding, cum play.

dilf ! ayato who is actually really fucking good with your kids because of how involved he was with raising ayaka.

dilf ! ayato who always hums whilst he rocks your baby to sleep. he can also be found humming a soft tune whenever your toddler wakes up with a nightmare. — ayato has a musical side that he displays to nobody but your children, and he gets it from his mother.

absolutely everybody in inazuma fawns over dilf ! ayato and his beautiful little family whenever you're in public. you'll have the cutest outfits, the best hand-crafted toys, and the most delicious snacks practically thrown at you! all of you are virtually inazuman royalty.

dilf ! ayato who, when it comes to the bedroom, will either treat you like a princess or fuck you like a whore. you're the mother of his children after all, and deserve to be praised, appreciated, and rewarded for all of your hard work.

dilf ! ayato who will spend hours eating you out, his pretty lips wrapped around your swollen clit whilst his fingers languidly pump in and out of your cunt. he'll leave you hanging for hours if he so pleases, playing with your sweet pussy and allowing you to bask in pleasure. sure, he'll let you cum if you ask nicely. but don't you dare think that he's finished with you until he declares.

on the other hand, dilf ! ayato will ocassionally fuck you until your brains are leaking out of your cunt and your voice is rendered hoarse.

i think that he has a neat little bush, probably because it's easier to maintain compared to keeping clean shaven. it's nothing too severe, just a little patch of bubblegum blue hairs that tickle your nose whenever his long cock is deep down your throat.

dilf ! ayato rarely takes his stress out on your body, but when he does, it's a struggle to walk the subsequent day. he'll ruin your pretty pussy and milk you of everything that you're worth — thoma and the other workers knew to steer clear of your bedroom when ayato sauntered through the estate with that lustful glint tainting his sparkling violet irises.

dilf ! ayato who makes it his mission to breed you every. single. time. without fail. both of you had agreed to wanting a big family, so what was the harm in it? he's a meticulous man, and will refuse to be done with you unless every single drop of his cum that's slipped out is fingered back into your warm, sensitive cunt.

[kentoberry]

I'M A SHOOTING STAR ! — jujutsu kaisen.

ft : satoru gojo, suguru geto, maki zen'in (separate)

ABOUT: with a pretty thing such as yourself, who can resist pressing 'record'?

WARNINGS: sub afab reader (gn terms), recording, ruined orgasms, overstimulation, slight ahegao (gojo), degradation, squirting, unrealistic cervix kissing, smoking (geto), balcony sex, handjob, blowjob, taking photos, strap ons, slight size kink.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

SATORU GOJO

"come on, pretty thing, all eyes are on you!"

gojo had his chest pressed against your back and a camera pointing directly at you. your tits bounced as he thrust his fat cock up into you, balls slapping against your cunt with each movement. he loved to abuse the power that he wielded as the most powerful sorcerer of this generation, using his strength to play with your body like you were his personal fleshlight.

"'toru!" you squealed, "'s too much!"

he'd been fucking you non-stop for at least an hour, ruining your orgasms each time. it turned you into a sweet, brainless doll for him — just the way that he liked. he'd even turned your bedroom into something akin to an amateur porn set, with ring lights and cameras set up to catch your every expression as you fell apart on his cock. as a dreamy sob slipped past your lips, gojo finally decided it was time to grant his pliant cocksleeve their release.

"one more, sweetheart, fucking take it!"

gojo's thrusts became more vicious as his nimble fingers sought after your swollen clit. massaging tight, skillful circles around the bud had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and jaw going slack. your tongue lolled out of your mouth: the look on your dumb face was priceless. the reflection in the vanity across from you caught gojo's eye, and he almost busted his load right there and then.

"you like being fucked silly on my cock, bunny? hmm? make sure you look right at that lens when you cum, i want to see my filthy little camslut cream all over me,"

tears began to stream down your face as you came, and gojo gripped your hair and forced you to look directly into the camera as you whined his name. his movements didn't halt until he filled your needy cunt with his cum, painting your quivering walls with thick ivory ropes.

some of it leaked out of you as gojo fucked uou through his orgasm, emptying his balls into your womb. one particular jab against your cervix elicited the most sinful mewl from you, back arching against your lover as liquid gushed from your cunt, soaking the bedsheets in your juices.

"holy shit, angel, you get more perfect every second."

SUGURU GETO

after fucking your brains out, geto often escaped to the balcony adjacent to your bedroom and lit up a cigarette. he'd either make sure you were sound asleep in one of his shirts or carry you out in his lap wrapped in a heavy blanket. typically he wore only his boxers, for your apartment was too high up in the building for anybody to really care.

tonight, however, you were insatiable. the sorcerer had made you cum over and over again on his cock, but you just wanted more. you thought that a shower would help quell your neediness, yet all you could think about were geto's hands on your body as you traced over the marks that he'd left on your skin. you craved his cock inside of you, so you sauntered out onto the balcony, clad in only your towel, to visit your lover.

"baby? 's that you?" he questioned as you slid open the french doors. instead of speaking, you simply got on your knees before him and laid your head on his muscular thigh. he simply tsked, taking another drag of his cigarette and resuming scrolling on his phone. he knew exactly what you wanted from the lustful glint in your blown pupils: "go on then."

as quickly as he gave you the affirmative, your hands were peeling back the band of his boxers and freeing his half-hard cock. you took it in your fist, unable to wrap your fingers right around his shaft due to its immense girth. few pumps compared with the cool breeze had him stiff, glittery beads of precum cascading down his cock. "shit, darling,"

you peered up at him with wide eyes, feigning innocence as you kissed the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around the appendage and doing your best to swallow as much as you could. if the sight before him wasn't enough to tell, geto could see how horny you still were by the way that you began rutting against your heels whilst swallowing his cock.

the man grew weak at the state of you, putting his phone down for a second to undo your towel and reveal those pretty tits littered with marks that he'd left prior. he wanted to capture this moment forever, and had the ingenious idea that he actually could. geto grabbed his phone, quickly opening the camera app.

with his cigarette still balanced between his thick fingers, he took an array of shots of your lips wrapped around his cock. when you heard the first shutter of his camera, you played up to it a little. you took him as deep into your throat as you could and held if for a moment, once again looking up with those bright eyes — the only difference this time was that you were focused on the camera instead of geto himself. he used his free hand to guide your head, fucking your throat until he was finally ready to cum once again.

when he did, he pulled you off of his cock and asked you to hold your tits together. too needy to care, you obeyed his wish without hesitiation, pushing your breasts together as geto pumped himself a couple of times before releasing all over your chest. for somebody who had already filled your cunt with his cum a couple of times, he had a surprising amount left in him.

you looked so fucking heavenly with his seed painting your tits that he couldn't help but grab another couple of images. when satisfied with his impromptu photoshoot, geto relaxed back into his seat and patted his thigh, motioning for you to scurry into his lap.

"sit on my cock whilst i finish my smoke, darling, and maybe i'll fuck you over the railing like the dirty whore you are."

MAKI ZEN'IN

"you can take it, baby," maki encouraged.

she had you lay flat on your back as she stood over you, her cock, the thickest dildo that she owned, teasing your drooling folds. its lube-soaked tip tapped your clit, leaving you whimpering in anticipation.

"'s too big!" you complained.

that's precisely why maki held a camera in her hand, wanting to prove to you that your pretty little cunt could take all of her cock — plus, she'd also be left with a sex tape of her darling, which was certainly a bonus. the light emitting from the flash made your arousal glisten and glitter in the harsh lighting, only making maki want to fuck you harder. "ready for me, slut?"

maki didn't even need to look too closely to line her cock up with your hole, having done it a multitude of times prior. due to the fact that this toy was girthier than the one she typically wore, she took her time stretching you out. her thumb found it's way to your puffy clit, working to replace and pain with euphoria.

you couldn't hold back whines of your girlfriend's name, louder than usual as you knew that maki was recording. being put on display like this had you exponentially more worked up than usual. your cunt fluttered around maki's cock, doing its best to accommodate for its size.

she had your toes curling as she finally bottomed out inside of you, the head of her toy nestled snug against your cervix. the woman put her lens closer to your cunt, spreading your labia and coming dangerously close to moaning at the sheer sight of your cunt swallowing her whole.

"pretty fuckin' baby," she mumbled under her breath as she began to move her hips. she'd already proven that you could take all of her, and now the final crown jewel of the evening would be to make you cream around her cock.

tags: @playboism @kujousgf

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[kentoberry]

EGG SHELLS — zhongli.

ABOUT : zhongli comes home to find you entertaining yourself - and that’s grounds for punishment.

WARNINGS : [ 18+ content ; minors do not interact ] sub fem reader, org*sm denial, restraints, possessiveness, dom/sub dynamics, f1ngering, toy use (vibrator), begging, implied m*sturbation.

“stop whining.” zhongli’s tone was concise, sending a chill down your spine. “if i do recall, it was you who disobeyed me; thus you must pay the price.”

he had your wrists bound to the bedposts above your head, in order to reduce your squirming. you were completely exposed to the man, tears cascading down your cheeks as his lithe fingers once again pushed into your weeping cunt. zhongli’s other hand held your hips down, working to guide you into limp submission. he didn’t care for your silly little cries and begs that he should let you cum: it had already been at least an hour, and you knew that he could deny your orgasm for even longer if he so wished to.

the soft pads of his fingers grazed over your sweet spot with exemplary precision. two digits scissored your pretty hole open, preparing your pussy for his thick cock. his thumb found your puffy clit, tracing the tight figure of eight motions that he knew made your toes curl. within mere moments, your back was arching off the mattress, nothing but pathetic whimpers meeting the filthy sounds of zhongli’s fingers moulding your cunt to fit them.

“please, please, please,”

your solemn mantra fell on ignorant ears. as quickly as you could taste your orgasm on the horizon, it dissipated. zhongli had retracted his hand, now lapping at the juices that you’d covered his fingers in. a perverted smirk broke out on his chiselled features whilst you mumbled about how unfair this situation was; the hints of the sadism once possessed by morax coursing through his veins.

“you and i have a contract, darling.” he spat, moving to beside you and kneeling so that his lips were ghosting over the shell of your ear. “you know you are not to touch what’s mine; yet when i return, i find your knuckle deep inside my property. remind me, who does this cunt belong to?”

the question was punctuated with a slap to your pussy; the impact stinging enough to draw out a pained cry from your lips. zhongli’s gaze was trained on your expression for a moment, wondering if he’d gone too far. “colour?” he demanded.

though somewhat fuzzy, you managed to utter a “green”.

whilst you were distracted with rambling promises that you wouldn’t touch yourself without permission again and would be such a good girl for your master if he simply let you cum, zhongli had ample opportunity to pick up the rabbit vibrator that was carelessly strewn amongst the ocean of sheets. you’d taken it out of the special black box that zhongli kept concealed under the bed, containing a copious amount of toys and contraptions used for pleasure and punishments alike. typically the one that you’d stolen was used as a treat, for when master decided that you’d been such a sweet darling that you deserved to cum until the sun came up. he’d been busy with work, and you were extremely needy - and in your defence, you didn’t think he’d be home for a few more hours.

zhongli pushed the toy into your drooling cunt with ease, spreading your folds so that he could have a better view. he was slow, obviously teasing you even more than he already had. he revelled in seeing how much you could take, how many tears it would be before you threw in the towel. you shivered as part of the toy caught your clit, your hazy mind forgetting about exactly who was subjecting you to such pleasureful torture and wondering if this was finally leading to your moment of release.

a pornographic whine fell from your lips as zhongli turned the toy on, knowing by its subdued vibrations that it was likely the battery was low. he could tell that you hadn’t noticed such detail yourself, thus decided that he could rile you up a little bit longer with this before he eventually allowed you to cum on his cock.

the ex archon thrust the toy in and out of your cunt, listening to the lewd sloshing sounds that he made. he pressed his lips to your inner thigh, sending a spark of electricity through your body. knowing that you were already sensitive, zhongli assumed that the knot in your stomach was rapidly approaching the point of snapping and switched the toy onto its highest setting. you wanted to reach for his hair, to grasp onto something, anything, but alas you were held back by your restraints. frustration overwhelmed you, and you wanted nothing more than to finally cum all over the fake cock inside of you. however, as your toes began to curl and your back arched once again, the friction between your legs was lost as both your lover and the device were taken away.

chuckling lightly, zhongli leaned forward to place a kiss to your clit before standing tall.

“tell me, sweetheart, whose pussy is this?”

“yours!” you reply without a beat of hesitation, “‘s all yours! i’m all yours, sir! please, please, please,”

as you trailed off, zhongli lowered the prison of his boxers and finally freed his cock. “now,” he kneeled on the mattress, lifting your legs and towering over you. “let me take what’s mine,”