#panting and drooling and arching his back under you

[bjlipss]

— gagging satoru with his own blindfold;

cw: smut, mild dom!reader, subby!gojo, handjob, dunno what else to add. enjoy <33

gojo satoru’s always been smug. even like this—pinned against the wall, shirt rucked up over his abs, pants pushed low enough to expose flushed skin and trembling thighs—he still flashes that cocky grin.

“you’re getting bold,” he murmurs, voice lazy and drawled, head tipped back against the wall. “i kinda like it.”

you tilt your head, wrapping your fingers around him in one slow stroke that makes him curse. “you talk too much.”

“not my fault you’re hot when you’re in charge,” he pants, hips twitching into your grip. “’s just facts—”

you cut him off by pulling his blindfold from his neck, fingers curling in the soft fabric. he watches you with wide, curious eyes, pupils blown.

“open your mouth.”

he huffs a laugh, still playing cool—until you press the blindfold between his lips. his breath catches. he doesn’t resist, just blinks up at you, then parts his mouth obediently and lets you push it in.

soft. wet. muffling every sound he tries to make.

“good boy,” you purr.

you stroke him slow and tight, watching the way his chest heaves, how he fights to keep his eyes open like he doesn’t want to miss a second. spit’s already starting to soak through the blindfold, and he’s drooling around it, helpless and flushed pink at the throat.

“you love this,” you whisper, thumb brushing over the head of his cock. he twitches, groans.

“all that power, all that confidence—and you’re still so easy to wreck.”

he whines behind the gag. you kiss the sound from his lips, lick into his mouth around the damp cloth, and stroke him faster now, pace ruthless.

his whole body twitches at that, and you start moving your hand again—cruel in the way you tease the sensitive underside of his cock with your thumb. the groan he lets out is raw, choked off by the cloth in his mouth. he bites down on it like it’s the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“aw, poor baby. nothing to say now?” you lean in, dragging your lips along his jaw, and he shudders under you. “no smartass remarks? no flirting?”

he whimpers, hips stuttering into your hand, cheeks burning, trying to maintain what little composure he has left. but he’s a mess. a flushed, trembling, so close to begging mess.

and you don’t stop.

your grip tightens just slightly, pace picking up. the sound of slick skin fills the air, his low, muffled moans growing desperate. his lashes flutter, eyes fixed on your face like it’s the only thing grounding him.

you lean in closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “come for me, satoru.”

and he does—head tipping back, thighs clenching, muffled cry soaking into the blindfold between his teeth as he spills into your hand. body arching, shaking with it.

he’s still panting when you finally pull the cloth from his mouth. he swallows thickly, blinking at you, totally wrecked.

“holy shit,” he breathes.

you smirk. “maybe next time you’ll think twice before running your mouth.”

he grins, even dazed and ruined. “no promises.”

[undyingdecay]

Hiiii this is my first time ever doing a request.. so I just read that cock warming blurb you wrote with bob and at the end there’s something about a “sex ban”?? What about y/n teasing and edging bob until he just can’t anymore???

so personally, i see sexual punishment being one of two things for bob.

one — you’ve got him flat against the cold wooden headboard of your bed, hands clenched behind his back just like you told him to, trembling like a disobedient thing on the edge of breaking. his cock’s a goddamn mess — flushed a needy, aching pink, the tip fat and weeping, smeared with a milky coat of his own precum and your spit from earlier. it glistens, obscene in the dim glow of your bedroom lamp, drooling onto his stomach with every twitch.

and you’re torturing him with a fleshlight — dragging it down, fucking it over him, slow and deliberate while he squirms and gasps and makes these soft, high little broken sounds in his throat.

he hates it.

not because it hurts — but because it isn’t you. he needs your skin, your hand, the drag of your palm around him, the tight slick heat of your cunt, anything. it’s killing him that it’s plastic and lube and he’ll say it, too, over and over through swollen lips wet with spit.

“please,” he gasps, arching his hips, chasing your hand like a dog in heat. “please, i’ll be good — wanna feel you — just your hand, fuck, i’ll take anything, please—”

and you won’t let him finish. not even close.

you edge him until his thighs shake, cock twitching so hard it jumps with every heartbeat, the head gone an angry red, veins standing out thick and angry against his skin. and then you pull off, leave him trembling and leaking, a ruined, begging thing at your mercy.

two — and this one’s worse.

you make him watch.

lay yourself out on the bed, all lazy and smug, fingers working slick between your thighs while his eyes go wide and glassy, kneeling at the foot of the bed like the world’s most desperate sinner at confession. his cock’s leaking like it’s crying for attention, lips parted, a line of drool catching on his chin — and he swears he’s not gonna move.

and for a minute, he doesn’t.

but you forget — bob’s the fucking sentry.

you feel it before you even realize what’s happening. a hum in the air, like static prickling against your skin. and then it hits — invisible, weightless, but unmistakable. a phantom touch sliding slick over your cunt, teasing between your folds like a mouth that isn’t there, a tongue you can’t see, a touch so precise and overwhelming it makes your back arch clean off the bed.

“bob—” you gasp, head snapping up, but he’s already panting, eyes glassy, a ragged, broken smile curling the corner of his lips.

“i didn’t touch you,” he whines, voice high and shaking. “didn’t—i swear, it’s not me… ‘m not—”

but his eyes shimmer gold, his skin alive with that impossible pulse of power. and he can’t help it. the more you moan, the wetter you get, the filthier you sound as you writhe under invisible, sentry-spun touches, the worse he gets — his cock twitching, drooling a thick spill of precum against his belly.

“couldn’t take it,” he breathes, licking his lips, a pathetic, needy thing. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty like that. couldn’t—couldn’t just watch. wanted to feel you. please, please don’t stop — i’ll be good, just—just lemme… please, don’t take it away—”

and you should punish him for it.

but maybe later.

right now, you’re too busy drowning in it — in him — and the way his high, needy whines hitch every time you moan his name.

[littlesoulshine]

tw: inspections, treated like a doll, bimbo roleplay

you sit pretty on the edge of the sink, legs swinging, plush robe open and barely hanging onto your shoulders. you’re already flushed, glossy-eyed, tits up and gleaming with lotion you slathered on just to be good for him. the pink bow on your head matches your panties—well what’s left of them. sheer lace with the crotch snipped out like he asked. your nails are fresh and lip gloss slathered on.

“ready for your check-up, babydoll?” he asks from the doorway.

you nod, eager. you’re always eager. you bounce a little, showing him you remembered how to sit obedient. hands in your lap, back straight, chin up, eyes forward. he taught you this. drilled it in. every pose, every twitch, part of the programming. his doll. his property.

he snaps the black gloves on slow. latex squealing over knuckles. the sound makes you whimper.

“good girl,” he mutters, stalking close. “don’t move unless i move you.”

his hands are on your cheeks first, thumbs pressing into your jaw. inspecting and testing. his fingers slip lower, tracing your neck, your collarbones, your trembling tits. he pinches a nipple hard enough to make you gasp, then slaps it.

“nipple sensitivity still high,” he grunts. “might need to overstim you later. burn some of that off.”

“yes, daddy,” you whisper, blinking slow. your mouth’s already parting for him, spit pooling on your tongue.

he slides a gloved finger between your lips. presses down on your tongue until you gag. but doesn’t stop. pushes deeper, another finger following. your throat spasms. your eyes water. drool slips down your chin.

“say ahhh.”

you try. it comes out garbled. his fingers are deep, pressing your tongue flat, stretching your jaw open until you’re drooling like a broken toy.

“gag reflex still strong,” he mutters, nodding like he’s marking notes on a clipboard. “but improving.”

he pulls out slow. strings of spit follow, wetting your tits, your thighs, the edge of the sink. he smears it across your lips with two fingers, rubbing it in like gloss.

“open up for daddy.”

you do, wider this time. he tilts your chin back, peers in like he’s looking at parts. his fingers trail to your throat, press just enough to make you choke.

“you’re still so fuckin’ tight,” he mutters. “like you’re made for this.”

you whine making him shush you.

“we’re not done, babydoll. gotta check your other ports.”

he crouches between your legs. spreads them wide, tilts your pelvis forward until your cunt’s gushing, the pink of your hole twitching under the bathroom light. he presses two gloved fingers against your slit, drags them through the slick, then slides in deep without warning. your back arches and heels thumping the sink.

“wet already?” he grins. “she remembers me.”

he curls his fingers, strokes you slow. one hand on your belly, pressing down to feel himself inside. you moan—high, needy. your cunt clamps, muscles fluttering around him. he hums approval.

“pussy’s responsive. tight, juicy, desperate. as usual.”

you pant, trying to keep still. he adds a third finger, making you twitch. he pushes deeper.

“might need to stretch you out. don’t want my toy wearing down.”

“stretch me, daddy,” you breathe, voice thready. “i can take it.”

“you will take it,” he growls.

he pulls out with a slick pop, then grabs a bottle from the counter. unscrews it with one hand. thick lube, cold and clear, spills over his gloves. he slicks your inner thighs, rubs it over your mound, between your cheeks. then presses a gloved thumb to your ass.

you whimper.

“gotta make sure all your parts still work.”

he pushes in slow. even though you squirm, he still works it deeper, past the ring, all the way to the knuckle. your cries make him chuckle.

“still tight here. gonna have to start using the plug more often.”

he fucks you with his thumb until your whole body’s twitching, your head lolling to the side. spit drips down your tits. you’re a doll, just a doll, and he’s fine-tuning the parts.

“time to test the core system,” he murmurs.

he lifts you off the sink, bends you over the bathroom counter, presses your chest to the mirror. your own reflection stares back—glossy, flushed, smeared. you look broken already. your cunt drips. your mouth hangs open. he slides into you from behind with no warning, cock thick, forcing a scream from your throat.

you clench around him, your knees buckling. he holds your hips, pounds in hard, cock punching into your soaked, stretched pussy with sharp, brutal thrusts. your face smacks the mirror. you cry out, hands scrabbling against the cold tile.

“fuckin’ love breakin’ you down,” he groans. “you short-circuit so easy.”

every thrust turns your brain off more. you drool onto the counter. he grabs your hair, pulls your head back. you meet your own gaze, see yourself being ruined, his body slamming into yours, and the gloved hand around your throat.

he slaps your ass, hard, leaves his handprint inflammed mark.

“daddy’s maintenance is almost done,” he growls. “gonna reload your system.”

he fucks you faster, deeper, grunting with every thrust. your pussy clamps around him. your eyes roll back, while your mouth opens and closes without sound.

he slams in deep, stays there, fills you up. you feel it hit your walls, hot and thick and endless. he doesn’t pull out, just grinds in, spreads your cheeks to watch it drip down your thighs.

“system overload,” he mutters, panting. “toy’s fully functional.”

you collapse on the counter, somewhat boneless, your legs won’t move. your body shakes. he peels the gloves off with a snap and tosses them into the sink, then strokes your back.

“you passed,” he says. “with extra credit.”

you can’t speak. your mouth’s open, jaw slack. he kisses your temple and picks you up like a doll, carries you to the bed, lays you down ready to clean you up.

“roleplay weekly from now on,” he murmurs. “daddy’s orders."

tags below ❤︎

@soldiersgirl @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @cherrygirlfriend @bruisedfig @ambiguous-avery @bocadelinfierno @sunnyteume @bejeweledinterludes @k-slla @lunaleah @pieandflannel @liiiilsss @honeyyxxbee @tendertulip @that-stanford-girlie

[jesuistrestriste]

thinking about your art mommy and breeding kink fics and just imagining him feeling comfortable calling you mommy but not indulging in his other kink . Until one day you’re about to sink down on him in cowgirl and you say ‘there’s a new rule okay? You can’t pull out…under any circumstances.’ And he’s so confused and flustered because you always tell him to pull out or use protection but this time you want him to cum inside you over and over and he’s just moaning ‘mommy mommy gonna cum’ constantly - he’ll do anything for you and he’s so desperate and excited he’s finally getting to breed you

just thoughts yknow

all your fics are amazing by the way 🫶🏻

awwwww:(( yea he’s so precious

like if you sit down on his cock and let it rest inside you for a minute while you coo in his ear; little words of encouragement.. he’s gone. his hands desperately clinging to yours while tears spring to his eyes and he whimpers, feeling himself twitch inside your walls. “mommy…” he whines, wiggling his hips under yours and begging you—without the proper words—to start riding him properly

and when you do, he’s making the prettiest sounds. you get to watch his eyes roll back into his head and his bottom lip quiver as he relishes in the feeling of you squeezing around his throbbing dick. it’s leaking globs of precome inside you with every bounce of your ass over his pelvis, and he’s nearly crying..

“gonna come, mommy, gonna come ‘nside you, mommy, muh-mommy, mommynghh—“

the tension in his stomach coils tight and he starts to move his body to meet yours, forcing his eyes open to look to your face; searching for any sign of approval.

you smile down at him and moan, and he gasps in sharp bursts, “ohhh, mommy! i’m, please, i’m— i’m gonna—! gonna! come, come come come—“

he’s totally incoherent by the time he’s bucking and slamming himself tight up against you, whimpering as he squirts his load warmly into the depths of your core. he bumps your cervix and coats your insides, squeezing your palms against his as he shudders. “mmmnn.. gonna get you pregnant, mommy… please keep it all inside.. you’ll keep my come, won’t you?” he begs, pouting like a guilty puppy :(

[sinkuna]

୨୧ ― The garage door slams shut with a muffled thud, sealing you both in the dark garage. The car is still warm from the drive home, engine ticking as the leather seats creak under Nanami’s weight. His tie hangs loose around his neck, silk fabric slithering between his fingers as he cages you against the backseat- his knee forcing your legs apart. 

"Seven days…," he grits out, the numbers sharp as his cursed blade… It was rare to hear him talk like that…

"Kento… please don't be mad… w-we ah~," impatient, his large hands shove your dress up your thighs, bunching the fabric around your waist, "We've been so busy with the girls lately." your hands tremble as you run them over the lapels of his jacket.

He catches your wrist and pulls your hand to his mouth. A shiver races up your spine as he kisses your palm, tongue hot and wet as it traces along your skin. His teeth are just as sharp, grazing against your skin in a warning, "I don't want excuses," Nanami growls, the low sound going straight to your cunt, "I want you."

His breath carries hints of bourbon and mint from dinner- restraint absolutely snapped, the kind that’s been simmering all week between packed lunched, overtime with Gojo, and your second grader’s nightmares about how daddy doesn’t come back home from work one day… 

Nanami refuses to waste any more time. Like he said, it’s been seven fucking days. He’s missed having you all to himself. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him- strangling his cock just how he likes it. 

Without hesitation. His thumb hooks into your lace panties, tearing them sideways with a rip that makes you gasp and arch, "F-fuck, Kento-!~"

"Quiet," he growls against your neck, calloused palm smacking your clit once, twice, the crack echoing off the tinted windows, "You've been begging for this all night." The sound of his pants zipper fills the small space, his cock springing free- heavy and angry red with a bead of precum drooling at the tip. "Squirming in your seat. Smirking at me as your heel grazes my thigh."

He doesn't prep you- doesn't need to. Your pussy has been dripping since the appetizers, and he knows, the bastard, smirking as he swipes his tip against your entrance, "Look at you," he taunts, dragging his cock through your slick, coating himself, "So wet for me already. You missed my cock so much, hm?"

Fuck, yesyesyes you missed his cock, missed the stretch and burn and ache when he first plunges into you. A breathless, "Yes~♡ " falls from your lips, followed by a desperate moan as his fat cock rams into your soaked cunt without warning- filling you, stretching you out.

You do your best to choke back a scream. You know better, know to keep your voice down in case your girls and Yuji have fallen asleep- the last thing you need is to wake them. But Nanami is merciless, fucking you open, the squelch of your juices loud enough to drown out any other noise in the confined space, his hips snap up- slamming into you as he fucks you against the leather seats.

"I—fu—I've s'missed you, Kento~"

Nanami's eyes soften then, a small smile forming as his hand cradles your face. The pad of his thumb traces the outline of your lip before pushing in, his gaze darkening at the way your lips part for him so willingly.

His grip on your jaw turns bruising, the way his lips smash against yours- it's painful, but the sting is delicious, "You kept teasing me about wanting another kid," he grunts, sweat dripping off his jaw onto your heaving chest.

His wedding band catches the moonlight streaming through the garage window as he grips your throat, not hard enough to hurt- yet.

"Maybe I will put a third in you tonight. Watch you swell up again…" His voice drops, gravelly and low, "You'd look so beautiful like that, again."

You claw at the part of his chest that's exposed, the fabric wrinkled beyond salvation, and moan, "Y'already... nnf... can't handle two—hah!~"

He slams deeper- hand fisting in your hair cutting you off-  "Try me."

His Mercedes rattles as he flips you onto your knees, face mashed against the fogged window. His palm cracks against your ass, reddening the skin before he yanks your hips back, spearing you in one vicious stroke. Your tits crush against the seat, nipples rubbed raw by the upholstery as he drills into your g-spot.

Somewhere upstairs, he hears a floorboard squeak… The sound traveling easily through the thin wall that connects the garage to the house. Nanami freezes, cock twitching inside you. 

Then, unmistakable in the sudden silence, comes the patter of small feet and excited voices from within the house.

"Daddy and Mommy are home!"

"Shh! Remember what big bro Yuji said? We should be sleeping!"

Nanami’s eyes narrow, "S-shit." He rams home once more, burying his groan in the crook of your neck as he spills, hot and thick, painting your walls white as it floods your womb. His cum leaks down your trembling thighs as he collapses against you, his forehead dropping to your shoulder blade with a defeated thud while muttering, "...they're awake-"

So much for having you to himself the rest of the night…

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 

Nine months later, Nanami Kento is changing diapers at 3 am, dark circles under his eyes but with a tender smile that lights up the pink nursery.

"Worth it."

[tojishousewife]

Bf toji catches you humping your teddy bear n’ fucks you on it, ddlg stuff <3

He thinks you’re so cute like this—spread out on your tummy, straddling your favorite teddy bear he got you for Valentine’s Day with your soft thighs hugging it tight, fingers curling into the soft fur for comfort. Toji towers behind you, big hands splayed across your plush hips as he lines himself up to your tiny entrance, eyes dragging down your arching back to where your pretty cunt glistens against the soft fabric.

“You were really humpin’ your bear, baby?” he teases in your ear, one calloused palm from years of labor dragging up your spine to press between your shoulder blades, coaxing you down until your cheek smushes into the puffy pillow. “That needy for daddy's cock, huh? Couldn't wait f’me like a good girl?”

You whimper while nodding, hips instinctively rocking back as he grinds the heavy weight of his cock between your sticky folds before finally pushing in slowly—thick and deep. The stretch knocking out breath from your lungs with loud cry escaping your lips. Even after all the times he's had you, it still feels too big and too much. But you take him. You always do. Because you're his good girl.

Your toes curl and your thighs squeeze around your bear as he bottoms out with a groan. “There she is. Knew you'd open up for me”.

Each thrust jolts your body, nudging the bear between your legs in just the right way and the fabric rubs against your sensitive clit—producing delicious friction. Your perky nipples drag against the sheets, oversensitive and aching as your mouth open in a little cry as you moan out, “Daddy, s'too big—“

But he just chuckles in a dark way, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tilt your head back. “No it's not. You're just being dramatic again, baby. C’mon, you wanted this. Wanted daddy to fuck you dumb while you hump your stuffies, didn't you?”

You nod, dizzy and needy—cunnie leaking in thick creamy rings around his shaft. His pace grows rougher and more meaner—the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room as he uses your body like his personal fucktoy, like you were made just to be bent over with your cunt stuffed up like this.

“Shit, look at you—fucking drooling on your bear while I ruin you. You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna soak your daddy's cock like a good girl?”

You sob into the sheets, delirious and clenching around him, right on the edge, and he knows it—he can feel it in the way your gummy walls flutter, your thighs shake and your hips twitching under his tight hold.

“That's ittt,” he groans, dragging his cock all the way out just to slam back in, so deep it punches a gasp out of you. “Let go for me. Show me how much you love when daddy fucks you on your toys”.

And you do—shaking and crying as you desperately grind against the plush between your legs—and he doesn’t stop, not even as your cunt spasms and clamps around him like a vice, stubbornly trying to milk his dick. Your whole body trembles from the overload but Toji just groans, fucking you through it, thick cock bullying that same sweet spot until your voice breaks in a soft, wrecked sob.

“That’s my girl,” he pants loudly, leaning over your back, his heavyweight pressing you deeper into the bear and making your eyes roll back. “Such a good fucking mess for daddy”.

You can’t even speak, just a muffled moan as your body jerks with every thrust, sooo overstimulated and limp under him. He’s close—you can feel it by the way his rhythm stutters and his grip tightens.

“Gonna fill you up, sweet thing. Stuff you nice n’ full till it’s overflowing out your cute little cunt”.

And with a low, guttural growl, he buries himself to the hilt, girthy cock twitching as he spills inside you, thick warmth flooding your cunt. He stays there for a moment, his big chest heaving, one hand petting your back slowly while the other rests heavily on your hip.

You’re still whimpering, still clinging to your bear, skin hot and glowing. Toji presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Love you like this, sweetheart. So cute and dumb for me”.

And you smile, dazed and dreamy with your cheek smushed against fur.

[nilla03]

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝘍𝘛: 𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑼♡

☪︎—age gap, mean teasing satoru, dumbification, overstimulation, possessiveness, creampie, he’s too good at sex, established relationship

"sex with older! Satoru can't be too bad right..?"

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” Satoru murmurs, palm flat against the arch of your back as he pushes in again, slow and deep like he’s trying to ruin you.

You whimper into the pillow, drooling into his sheets with your lashes soaked, mascara smeared all under your eyes. You don’t even care anymore, because all you can feel is him.

He’s big—too big. Always has been. The kind of stretch that makes you see stars when he first slides in, the kind of pleasure that’s way past your limit ten minutes in. But he doesn’t let up. He likes seeing how far you can take it, how stupid and ruined and pliant he can get you.

“‘Toru!" you cry again

“Aww. Can’t even talk right now, baby?” His voice is smooth and a little cruel, and he reaches around to grab your throat, not hard—just enough to make your little brain stutter. “What happened to all that attitude you had earlier, hm?”

You blink, dumb and empty, drool sliding from your mouth when he pulls you up just a little by your neck, whispering right into your ear.

“God, you’re so cute like this. So fucked-out already and I’m not even close to done.” His hips snap hard and you squeal, whole body jolting forward.

Satoru loves this part. Not the way you take him—that’s a given, he knew from day one that no one could ever make you feel the way he does—but the way you fold. Act like a brat all week,always tease him about the gray in his hair or the way he groans when he sits too long… and yet here you are, crying into his mattress because he’s fucking you dumb.

“This is what happens,” he pants, hand fisting in your hair now, pulling your head back so he can see your face in the mirror. “When you act like you don’t know what this dick does to you.”

Your eyes roll. He knows how good he is at sex. The worst part is that he doesn’t even have to try—he’s confident, cocky, and has more experience than any guy your age could dream of. He knows exactly where to touch, how to angle his hips, when to slow down or speed up.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” Satoru breathes, and now his hand’s between your legs again, his fingers rubbing tight little circles over your clit. “Needed me to fuck the brat outta you.”

Your whole body seizes when he hits that spot again, that perfect spot that only he can reach, and you choke on your sob as you cum around him for what feels like the third—no, fourth time tonight. You’re not even sure anymore. Everything’s hazy, glossy, soaked in heat and tears and the loud slap of skin and his voice in your ear.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, holding your hips so tight you know there’ll be bruises. “You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

You nod, still crying, still moaning, still grinding helplessly into his cock because you don’t even know how to stop.

“You wanna be my dumb little girl forever, huh?”

You nod again, sob out something that sounds like “yes, yes, ‘toru, please,” and he snaps.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up,” he groans, burying himself deep, so deep, and your nails claw into the sheets as his cock twitches inside you. “Gonna fuck a baby into you, yeah? Show everyone what happens when you act like a slut around me.”

You scream. Genuinely scream. Because he’s so deep, so hot, so good, and he’s not even pulling out—he’s just holding you down, grinding his cum into you, whispering sweet, filthy things as you fall apart underneath him.

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ “ONE’S IN MY THROAT, ONE’S IN MY SOUL”

✩ ˛˚ . Tw - Nanami x reader x Toji, established poly relationship, shower sex. Not proofread.

The hot spray of the shower beats down on your back, but it didn’t do a single thing to soothe the ache in your muscles. Nanami’s hips were slapping into you from behind, gentle but still aggressive— keeping your spine arched and your toes barely brushing the tile because of him. He held you up so easily, thick hands cupping your waist like he’d molded you just for this.

“Doing so well, my love,” he murmured, nudging the head of his cock deeper into your slick heat, stretching you with the slow, measured rolls of his hips. “Taking me so good. Just like that”.

Toji is in front of you, one fist tangled in your wet hair, the other braced on the fogged-up tile. His cock was thick and mean in your mouth, leaky tip bumping your throat each time he shoved forward, groaning through gritted teeth like he was mad at you for how good it felt.

He didn’t care about easing you in— he used your throat like he fucking owned it like it was only ever made for him and his cock.

“You hear that, huh?” he sneered, grinding his hips forward until your nose bumped his pelvis. Your eyes watered. “He’s talking to you like you’re some sweet little angel, meanwhile your fucking mouth’s choking on my cock”.

Nanami groaned behind you, soft but strained. “Toji—”

“What?” Toji shot back, keeping your head pinned tight with his strong grip as his abs flexed. “She loves it. She’s making those pathetic noises, clenching around you like a horny little slut. Don’t pretend she’s not”.

You whimpered, your fingers scrabbling weakly against Toji’s muscled thigh for some type of purchase. Nanami’s cock dragged slowly and deep inside you, soothing the sting of Toji’s cruelty with every patient thrust. His thumb rubbing small circles on your waist.

“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered, voice reverent. “Let him be mean. You’re doing amazing”

Toji clicked his tongue and pulled out just enough for you to gasp, then shoved back in roughly with a deep laugh. “Yeah, you like it when I treat you like a toy, huh? Fucking greedy mouth. Always acting shy around me, then sucking my dick like this”.

Nanami was losing rhythm now, his own control losing with the way you tightened around him. He slid a hand between your soft thighs, fingers finding your puffy clit and circling with gentle pressure that made your legs twitch.

“Cum for us, darling,” he breathed. “We’ll take good care of you”.

Toji scoffed, panting with sweat beading at his temple even with the water pouring down. “Nah, don’t let her yet. Wanna feel her throat get tighter when she’s desperate— yeah, just like that. Look at her, Kento. Shit, look at that fucking face”.

Warm tears streamed from your eyes as Toji pushed back in, groaning while your throat squeezed around him. Nanami is fucking you deeper and harder now, big hands tightening on your hip with desperation.

“Good girl,” Nanami whispered. “You’re so good to us”.

Toji growled. “She’s a fucking mess. Ruined and sloppy. Just the way I like her”.

Your knees finally buckled. You can already tell that Kento is closed based on how harder he’s fucking you now, he’s usually gentle but when he’s close— his pace quickly increases, and ends up fucking you stupid with mean thrusts.

Nanami caught you before you could slip, keeping you lifted on his girthy cock with one arm under your belly, fingers still playing with your throbbing clit. His rhythm had turned punishing now, thrusts slamming up into you like he’d lost his patience with gentleness.

“She’s close,” he warned lowly, breath hitching with loud groans.

“Course she is,” Toji snapped, pulling his cock free from your mouth, letting it slap against your spit-slick lips. You gasped for air, lips swollen, drool mixed with precum dripping down your chin. “Look at her, fucking crying for it”.

He grabbed your jaw in his hand, squeezing until your cheeks puffed as he stared down at you like a predator. “Beg”.

Your voice was hoarse and whimpery. “P-please!”

“Toji,” Nanami said sharply, but there was a desperate edge in his voice now, as if he was warning him. He was close. They both were.

Toji ignored him. “Tell us whose fucking holes we’re in”.

“Y-yours,” you cried out, tears mixing with the shower water. “Yours—Toji’s mouth, Nanami’s cock—yours, all yours, please—!”

Toji grinned. “Fucking right they are”.

He shoved back into your mouth without warning, fucking your face while Nanami shoved his dick in deep and held it there, grinding hard against your fluttery walls while his tip massages your g-spot. The stretch was unbearable. You weren’t even moving anymore— they were just using you, pushing into you from both ends, chasing their own highs while your body trembled between them.

“Cum for us,” Nanami whispered to you, “Don’t hold back, baby. Let it happen”.

He pinched your clit and rubbed you just right— you couldn’t hold it anymore.

Your whole body clenched up, spasming on his throbbing cock as you came with a cry that got swallowed by Toji’s desperate thrusts. Your thighs shook violently, hands flailing to hold onto anything, but you were suspended— Nanami keeping you up and secured, Toji controlling your head, both of them fucking you through it like you were just a vessel.

“That’s it,” Toji growled, voice husky and rough. “Fucking made for this”.

Nanami gasped, his grip tightening. “I’m—fuck!—I’m going to—”

He came deep inside you, hot and thick load cramming into your poor cunt, he moaned as his head falls back and kept you stuffed on his cock. You felt it, the warmth of it, and the slow pulse of each spurt. It immediately set something off in Toji.

“You better fucking swallow,” he warned you, then shoved his shaft all the way into your mouth and came down your throat, voice breaking with a harsh grunt. “Swallow it, fucking brat— there you go, good little mouth”.

They stayed there for a moment, panting hard with your body limp and used between them.

Nanami finally eased out, hands gentle as he turned you in his arms, letting the water rinse you off. He kissed your forehead, his lips soft and comforting.

“You did so well,” he murmured. “I’ve got you”.

Toji stood back, watching you both with his arms crossed and his chest heaving. His expression was blank for a moment until he reached out, his hard knuckles brushing your cheek.

“You’ll be sore tomorrow,” he muttered, almost smug. “Good”.

Nanami just smiled, pulling you tighter against his wet chest. “We’ll take care of her”.

And they did.

Wrapped you up in towels and warm hands with soft kisses and whispered praise until the next time they decided to ruin you again. (Tonight)

[yelhsaa-a]

Your face is buried in the sheets, mouth open and drooling, while Caleb destroys you from behind like he’s got something to prove. His grip on your hips is savage, nails digging into your skin with every ruthless thrust that makes your ass jiggle and your legs go numb. He’s not speaking—he’s growling, low and guttural, the sound of a man obsessed, drunk off the way your cunt clenches around him.

“Fucking hell,” he pants, sweat dripping down his neck as he slams into you again, rough and deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs. “You hear that? That wet, messy sound? That’s you.” He yanks you back by the hair, arching your back until your spine aches. “So fucking loud, you little whore. Bet you’d cum just from being filled like this.”

You're drooling on yourself, brain mush, throat raw from moaning his name so many times it barely sounds human anymore. Caleb shoves two fingers into your mouth anyway, forcing your jaw open wider. “Suck,” he commands, eyes dark with something feral. “Gag on them if you can’t shut the fuck up.”

You choke, spit coating his fingers and running down your chin, and he laughs—low and mean, loving every second. “Look at you. Ruined. Fucking dripping. You were made for this—made to take my cock.”

Then he spits on your hole just to watch it mix with the slick already smeared across your thighs, and slams into you again, making your whole body jolt.

“Gonna breed you,” he mutters, drunk on the feel of you. “Pump you so full, you won’t know if you’re crying or cumming. Keep you stuffed for hours—days—fuck, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a whimper, and Caleb’s already pounding into you again, faster now—ruthless, punishing. His hips slap against your ass in a wet, obscene rhythm, and every time he hits that spot, your body convulses around him like it’s trying to milk him dry.

“Cumming again?” he sneers, not slowing down even when you tremble under him. “Yeah, take it. Cum for me. Make a mess.”

When he finally releases inside you, it’s with a deep, vicious grunt—burying himself to the hilt and holding you there, shaking, while thick warmth floods your insides. He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t soften.

He just keeps moving.

“Did I say I was done?”

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" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

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nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

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Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

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— DILF BRUCE WAYNE WHO'S YOUR PRETTY PLAYTHING !

cw. +18, smut, minors dni, fem!reader, sub!bruce, femdom, pegging, anal play, bondage, orgasm control, edging, forced submission, humiliation, degradation, praise, obedience training, cock cages, spit play, public teasing, light breath play, overstimulation, public humiliation, bondage under clothes, vibrating toys in public, praise, size difference, age gap, light CNC, discreet exhibitionism, teasing and general filth.

Subby Dilf Bruce who has been trained so fucking well that the moment you snap your fingers, he’s on his knees. Big, strong hands clasped behind his back, thick thighs trembling as he watches you with those desperate, needy eyes. Waiting. Because good boys wait until they’re given permission.

Subby Dilf Bruce who flinches when you grip his chin, tilting his head up so he’s forced to meet your gaze. “You drooling already, sweetheart?” you purr, swiping your thumb over his lips. His breath stutters, his cheeks burn, because fuck, he is.

Subby Dilf Bruce who can’t stop himself from leaning forward, lips parting, tongue darting out to taste your skin. He’s so fucking desperate for you—he always is. But you just laugh, pressing down on his tongue, watching as he sucks your fingers into his mouth without hesitation.

Subby Dilf Bruce who moans when you pull your fingers out, leaving him a panting, wrecked mess on the floor. He’s already hard, straining against the cock cage you locked him in this morning—so fucking sensitive, so fucking needy.

Subby Dilf Bruce who shakes when you press the remote in your pocket, the hidden plug inside him buzzing to life at full power. His hands clench into fists, a strangled noise escaping his throat as he rocks forward on his knees, pathetically trying to grind against nothing.

Subby Dilf Bruce who whimpers when you straddle his lap, your weight pressing down on his aching, caged cock. “Look at you,” you coo, running your nails down his chest. “Big, strong man reduced to a fucking mess just from getting his ass played with.”

Subby Dilf Bruce who cries when you finally unlock his cage, his cock slapping against his stomach, leaking so much precum it’s fucking obscene. His hips jerk the second your hand wraps around him, and when you whisper, “Be a good boy and don’t cum yet,” his body betrays him.

Subby Dilf Bruce who sobs when he spills all over himself, thighs trembling, pleasure so fucking intense that his mind short-circuits. But you tsk, shaking your head. “Did I say you could cum?”

Subby Dilf Bruce who knows he’s in trouble. Knows he’s about to get fucking wrecked.

Subby Dilf Bruce who is so fucking sensitive when you bend him over, strap thick and slick as you press into his stretched, needy hole. He wails when you slam into him, gripping his hips so tightly he knows he’ll have bruises tomorrow.

Subby Dilf Bruce who claws at the sheets, body arching, cock twitching, so fucking overstimulated that he can’t think—can’t breathe.

Subby Dilf Bruce who begs when you wrap your fingers around his throat, tilting his head back, whispering filth into his ear. “You love this, don’t you? Love being my dumb little fucktoy?”

Subby Dilf Bruce who nods frantically, tears spilling down his cheeks as he chokes out a pathetic, “Y-Yes—yes, please, please, I’ll be good, I-I’ll be so good for you, mistress—”

Subby Dilf Bruce who loses it when you ride him raw, keeping him right on the edge, never letting him cum. He’s broken, a mess of whimpers and moans and desperate, incoherent pleas. Begging for permission, for mercy, for anything.

Subby Dilf Bruce who shatters when you finally lean down, lick the tears off his cheek, and whisper, “Cum for me, puppy.”

Subby Dilf Bruce who screams when he cums harder than he ever has in his fucking life, body convulsing, pleasure so mind-numbing that he sees stars. His cum spurts out, painting his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and he doesn’t stop, his whole body shaking from the sheer force of it. He passes out the second you’re done with him, completely wrecked, completely owned.

Subby Dilf Bruce who wakes up marked—bruises, hickeys, bite marks littering his skin. A collar still snug around his throat. A plug still inside him. And fuck, the way his cock twitches at the memory of what you did to him ♡

Subby Dilf Bruce who looks so out of place next to you, this big, brooding man dressed in an expensive suit, towering over you like a shadow, while you’re a tiny, sparkling thing in pastel pink, glittery nails tapping against your phone as you tug on his hand.

Subby Dilf Bruce who blushes when you pull him into a luxury boutique, cooing about how “Daddy needs a new outfit~” and dragging him toward racks of soft sweaters and pastel button-ups. He whimpers when you make him try them on, pouting when he hesitates. “You wanna be a good boy for me, don’t you?”

Subby Dilf Bruce who nearly dies when you sit on his lap in the dressing room, fingers trailing down his chest, whispering in his ear about how pretty he’d look if you put him in something softer, something that matches you. His cock aches in its cage, throbbing as you grind against him like a spoiled little princess who knows she’s in control.

Subby Dilf Bruce who shudders when you pull away and giggle, patting his cheek. “Be good and buy everything I picked out, okay?” He does—because he always does.

Subby Dilf Bruce who carries your shopping bags through the mall, cheeks pink, hands shaking because he knows what’s inside him—knows that the plug you slipped inside before you left the house is still there, nestled deep, making every step a humiliating, agonizing reminder of who he belongs to.

Subby Dilf Bruce who almost collapses when you turn your toy on. His hands fumble for the remote in his pocket, pressing the button, eyes fluttering as the plug vibrates to life.

Subby Dilf Bruce who stumbles as he walks, thighs clenching, chest rising and falling in short, desperate breaths. People glance at him—confused, curious—but no one knows. No one knows that this big, powerful man is falling apart because his lovely, sweet-looking girlfriend is ruining him.

Subby Dilf Bruce who grits his teeth as you sip your milkshake, sitting across from him in the café, swinging your legs like you’re completely innocent. But your foot is in his lap, pressing against his cock, rubbing against his straining cage, making him sweat.

Subby Dilf Bruce who pleads with his eyes when you slide your phone across the table, screen lighting up with a message: “Don’t cum.” His fingers tighten around the table edge, thighs trembling as the toy inside him pulses, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Subby Dilf Bruce who jolts when you suddenly giggle and wave at someone behind him. He turns, and—fuck. It’s one of his friends. One of the men who respects him. Looks up to him.

Subby Dilf Bruce who barely holds it together as his friend sits down, completely unaware that the man he looks up to is seconds away from breaking. He tries to talk, to breathe, but he’s so close—

Subby Dilf Bruce who bites his lip so hard it almost bleeds when you smirk at him over your straw, taking a slow, teasing sip of your milkshake. His friend keeps talking—oblivious—while he dies inside.

Subby Dilf Bruce who prays for mercy when you turn the vibration up another notch, his hands clenching into fists under the café table. He’s sweating, trembling, struggling to keep a straight face while his friend keeps droning on about business meetings.

Subby Dilf Bruce who feels like he’s going to die when you pout and bat your lashes. “Daddy, you’re all red… Are you feeling sick?” You press a soft, pink-nailed hand to his forehead, pretending to check his temperature while your other hand slowly drags up his thigh.

Subby Dilf Bruce who flinches when you tap the cage between his legs, watching his breath hitch as his eyes dart around the café, praying no one sees the way his body jolts at your touch.

Subby Dilf Bruce who almost moans when you innocently giggle, leaning closer to whisper, “Poor baby, maybe you should go to the bathroom and take care of it…”

Subby Dilf Bruce who knows there’s no way in hell he’s allowed to do that. You’ve had him denied for days, teasing him relentlessly, edging him until he’s a shaking mess. He flinches when you press down on his cock cage under the table, his thighs trembling as his friend checks his phone, thankfully distracted.

Subby Dilf Bruce who almost collapses when you pull back, smirking as you sip your milkshake, twirling your hair. He rushes to pay the bill, desperate to get out of the café before he completely loses it.

Subby Dilf Bruce who hisses when you tug him into a changing room at the mall, locking the door behind you. He’s so big in the tiny space, his broad shoulders caging you in—but he’s not in control. Not when you push him onto the bench and crawl into his lap.

Subby Dilf Bruce who groans when you straddle him, cupping his face with your tiny, soft hands. “Did my big, strong Daddy almost lose it in public?” You coo, thumb dragging over his lower lip. He’s so humiliated, so weak for you—his cock aching in its cage, his hole still twitching around the plug you’ve been torturing him with all day.

Subby Dilf Bruce who gasps when you suddenly pull on his tie, forcing his head back against the mirror. You’re so much smaller than him, so delicate and sweet-looking. He whimpers when you lean in and lick a slow, teasing stripe up his neck, your warm breath making him shudder.

Subby Dilf Bruce who claws at his thighs when you reach between his legs, pressing against his cage with your fingers. “So hard and yet so useless, huh?” You giggle, rolling your hips against him, grinding down in slow, torturous movements.

Subby Dilf Bruce who shakes when you pull down his shirt, exposing his broad chest, his perfect, sensitive nipples. He tries to stop you, but he’s too weak, too desperate—and then you lick over his nipple, sucking it into your mouth.

Subby Dilf Bruce who whines—fucking whines—as you bite down, your tongue flicking over the hardened bud while your fingers tweak the other one.

Subby Dilf Bruce who chokes when you murmur against his skin, “I should make you wear clamps all day, huh? So everyone can see how sensitive my little pet is.” He nods helplessly, his breath coming in short, shaky gasps.

Subby Dilf Bruce who moans when you finally shove a hand between his thighs and press hard against the plug inside him. His hips jerk, back arching off the bench, face burning red as his body betrays him. He sobs when you turn the plug up to max, sending brutal, relentless vibrations straight into his prostate.

Subby Dilf Bruce who grips your thighs in desperation, his whole body shuddering as he slams his head back against the mirror. He’s so close, so fucking close, and he knows he’s not allowed to cum—

Subby Dilf Bruce who freezes when you suddenly turn it off, leaving him teetering on the edge, his cock twitching violently in its cage.

Subby Dilf Bruce who lets out the most pathetic noise—a high, broken whimper—when you kiss his forehead and whisper, “Not yet, baby. Only good boys get to cum.” He nods through his tears, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

Subby Dilf Bruce who trembles when you pull back, adjusting your tiny, pastel outfit like nothing happened, while he sits there, wrecked and ruined, his thighs shaking beneath you.

Subby Dilf Bruce who stares at you in desperation as you giggle and fix your hair in the mirror. “C’mon, Daddy. We still have so much shopping to do~”

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[killpy]

your head spins, mind hazy and mouth hanging open. a bit of drool falls out of your lips, sliding down your cheek and pooling next to you. but that bit is nothing compared to the absolute mess between your thighs

pools of your juices and droplets of spit slide down down your ass, your thighs are soaked in your slick and all you can do…

lay there and take it.

suna’s messy brown locks are peeking out from beneath your thighs as his tongue writes monologues on your clit. his fingers grip the meaty flesh of your ass and he groans into your core.

you’re sobbing, salty tears joining the pool of spit beside your head and gathering in your hair messy hair. suna grins, moving his tongue even faster and you arch your back. your eyes go white, legs shaking and squeezing around him, caging him in as you cum so sweetly on his tongue.

when your orgasm finally subsides, you’re left a panting, moaning mess and suna-

keeps going?

your fucked out and overstimulated mind can hardly handle it, his tongue buries itself deep inside your cunt and you yelp, hands gripping the sheets beside you. sweat rolls down your body and it’s so wet and messy. your eyes roll back in your head, any thought completely vanished from your mind only him.

“yeah pretty girl,” he whispers against you, “cum for me again.”

and you do, mere moments later. raspy moans escaping from your throat as you buck and grind up against his face. your legs shake and his huge hands pin you down by the hips. you’re practically screaming by the time you’ve reached your high and when you come back down you weakly swat his head away making him chuckle.

your eyes slide closed, breath ragged and eager for the respite. the bed shifts, creaking under suna’s weight as he moves. your mind is still whirling and you open your eyes slightly.

he leans above you, his massive cock, rock hard slaps his stomach and he gives you a predatory grin that makes your mouth water.

“not tappin’ out yet are ya baby?”

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joel chanting "take it take it take it" while trying to breed you AAAAAAAA

Joel x F!reader

A Father’s love

Warnings: Age gap (20s reader x 60s Joel), Jackson era, adopt-cest (?). Reader is adult when Joel takes you in. Pregnancy, cum eating. Unprotected sex. Face riding. Daddy kink.

18+ only

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Joel Miller shot and killed your father. Whether by guilt or attraction, he felt the overbearing responsibility to step into your life. It’s almost a bit of an addiction for him: adopting stray young women into his home.

Of course, unlike the younger ones that settled into his life before you, you were much more receptive to his charm, his kindness. His protection.

And eventually his cock.

Everyone thought it was really sweet oh him to take you in like that. Give you a home with him. Fill the gap he unintentionally created. Provided shelter and guidance. He was already a really good dad; everyone knew that. 

You very quickly saw it too. In every way possible.

“Take it take it take it, fucking take it,” he snarls, smothering your face deeper into the drool-spotted pillow beneath you.

You didn’t have much choice to do anything else at that moment but to take his raging viagra-fueled boner. The man was pushing 60, but that wasn’t going to stop him driving his hips down, crashing into your ass, pinning your body flush against the plush mattress. His worn but veiny hands grip your lower back, arching it so that your butt bounced off his pelvis with each thrust, leaving you trapped under him. He dug in deep, too, making sure his tip kissed your cervix. It left you cross eyed, teeth sunken into the pillowcase, mumbling gibberish as a euphoric tear dripped from your cheeks. 

With another rut, his cock plunged deeper, splashing your juices out.

“F-fuck Daddy!” You cry hoarse. Your voice was rough. He’d been on you since you got home with lunch for him, unbeknownst to you he had taken the blue pill to fuel his desires. You tempted him a little too hard with those skimpy shorts he told you to trade out with something modest. 

You had come home with a new cropped bralette instead. 

“You never listen to Daddy,” he groan, slowing his thrusts into harsh grinding. He let out a pant each sway of his hips against yours. His member now buried deep, your walls struggling to accomodate his girth even after these few months together. “Everyone knows how good I am to ya, n’ you don’t respect me still? Now I gotta show everyone how I trained ya properly.” 

You nod into pillow. It was hard to focus on anything he’d tell you in this state. Just nodding seemed to make him pleased enough to keep fucking you. God, that’s all you wanted. Just Joel Miller fucking you deep and raw, like he was always meant to. 

"You gonna take it, babygirl? Take it like ya been doin' so good all this time--fuck yeah right there--right there baby--gonna make sure everyone knows...everyone sees what I done to ya--"

He doesn’t ask to cum inside anymore. That formality was long gone. Instead, he rasped shakily, steadying your hips against his as he pulsed thickly inside you. Ribbon after ribbon stubbing you full until it was leaking out onto the sheets under you.

“My good girl,” he hummed against your temple with a kiss. He closes his eyes, too blissed in the moment to really pull out or get up or even think. He lays on top of you, kissing you sweetly, all that tension dissolving into his love.

You loved your new life here. The resentment you felt towards him was bitter and surprisingly short, and it didn’t take long before you were suckling up his limp dick into your mouth like warm pacifier to sooth the pain in your mind, the absence he had created, replacing it with—

“S’junior okay?”

You were flipped onto your back. Joel had lapped your up his creamy spent from between your thighs, his lips now trailing up to the small bump now visible in your lower tummy.

His calloused hand was massive, covering it entirely now, but he could still feel that hardened little bump he’d planted there, growing by the minute. Brown puppy eyes gazed up to you expectedly, his dry lips brushing gently across the expanse of your belly.

“Junior is fine,” you reassure him. God, he asked about the baby every day. “But you’re really going to have to be gentler.”

“I know I know, can’t help it.” He presses a kiss at your naval, holding himself there for a pregnant moment before releasing. The peppered, now almost entirely salted, hairs of his chin tickled you. “You’re already such a good momma. Lookin out for my baby already.”

"I told you I'd take care of ya." He kisses your belly button again.

"Yeah, " you muse. He really has. He takes care of everyone to be honest. And maybe you a little more so. It took less than a month in the generosity of his home before he had knocked you up, and here you were only a couple months later. His baby nestled safely in your womb.

You wanted to show him your love over and over again.

"Get on your back," you command softly, already sitting up.

He rolls over, caressing your bare thighs up to your hip. Even now as you straddled over him, he can't take his eyes off the obviously little swell drooping over, the way your tits look a little heavier. Jesus, it was really happening. It had been a long time since he last had a pregnant gal on his lap. In fact. He was probably still your age when it last happened. Long time indeed...

Everyone loved joel. He's such a good man. ard working. Generous. Funny. Everyone loved--

"Fuck daddy, I love you," You gasp as you sink down on him.

He groans when you finally bottom out. "This is how all girls should treat their daddies."

You already are starting a gentle rocking back and forth, your hands flat on his chest. "What, fuck them??" You asked incredulously.

"No. But loving them. Respecting em. Doin what they're told." He swats your ass "N' being greatful about it"

You smile, grinding down deeper. You lower yourself so that his lips align with yours, fingers cradling his head as the two of you lazily fuck.

"You're so good at that," he praises before sucking your tongue into his lips.

He even tasted like old man. You don't know how. But this time it's intoxicating, filling your senses like he's suffocating you inside him.

You cum twice more on his dick before his balls tense, snug to you ass as he releases again inside you. "Ats it. All I got," he pants, still coming down from his high.

You sigh. Your cunt still throbs around him.

"You think of any names yet?" He asks, lifting you off his member. The thick splat of his and your combined juices on his stomach has you itching for another orgasm.

"No, Jesus we only found out when I started showing a week or so ago. Don't even know if it's a he."

"Its a he." Hes so certain of it.

Whatever. If that's what makes him eat his cum out of you right now, then so be it.

"Let me kiss these lips. Let him know daddy is here waitin' for him."

You straddle his face as he lazily makes out with your pussy. Maybe your back hurts a little, but Joels got both hands holding your waist up. You try not to get to lost in bliss. Cupping that little bump in your lower stomach, you think "Joels such a good dad to me. I have no doubt he's gonna be a great daddy for you too, Junior. "

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[sinkuna]

୨୧ ― CHOSO

Choso's grip tightens, biceps flexing as he pins your spent body beneath him. The squelch of his cum oozing from your gaping hole mixes with your shaky breaths. "A-Are you alright? I didn't mean- I got carried away but you- you felt so good." he rasps, lips grazing the bite marks littering your shoulder. His cock twitches inside you, still rock-hard, shoving his seed deeper as you whimper. "You did so good for me. So good... L- let more me take care of you- get… you some water." His voice softens, a jarring contrast to the animalistic growls he'd snarled earlier while splitting you open, teeth sinking into your tits like he wanted to brand his name into your skin.

The mattress dips as he pulls out, your cunt schlucking wetly around nothing. Cold air hits your sticky thighs when he staggers to the bedside table. You hear the crinkle of your plastic water bottle from this morning, his calloused hands tilting your chin up to drink from it. But the second the bottle empties… He’s riled up again, who could blame him though? It’s the first time he’s ever fucked- first time he’s ever felt the sweet inside of your pussy wrapped around him…

His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise as he flips you onto your stomach, "Need to breed you deeper," is all Choso says before slamming back into your sloppy hole without warning.

Your back arches as his cock rams that spongy spot inside, the slap-slap-slap of his balls against your clit reverberating through the room. Previous loads of cum froth around his thrusting shaft, the smell of sex thick enough to taste. "Going to pump you so full you'll taste it." he grunts, hips pistoning like a machine. His thumb circles your swollen clit, rough and relentless, as his other hand yanks your hair back, "Still so hungry for more."

Hours blur. The room reeks of sweat and sex, sheets tangled around your ankles. Your pussy throbs, raw and oversensitive, but Choso's obsession doesn't waver. His release floods you again, gushing hot as his teeth clamp onto your neck, "Going to keep you full of cum until it's dripping done from every hole."

When he finally collapses atop you, his cock still twitching inside your battered cunt, the sun's bleeding through the blinds. His breath gusts hot over your ear, Not… Hnngh… done," he pants, hips stuttering weakly, "Need...more."

୨୧ ― GOJO SATORU

Those piercing blue eyes bore into yours as Gojo's grip tightens, those long fingers yanking your head forward until his cock rams past your gag reflex. A wet choke rips from your throat, spit pooling under your chin as he hums in approval. His free hand palms your cheek, smearing tears across your flushed skin while his hips roll upward, forcing another inch down your poor straining esophagus.

"You can take it all. I know you can, babygirl," You try your best to nod, but his hold pins you in place, the thick veins along his shaft throbbing against your lips. The slap of his balls against your chin echoes through his room as you finally bottom out, nose crushed in his white pubes. "Such a good girl for me," he praises, holding you there as your throat contracts around him. Your jaw burns, drool soaking the carpet beneath your knees, but doesn't let up. Instead he continues grinding deeper as your throat flutters helplessly. The slick noise of withdrawal makes you gasp, but he's already shoving back in, the tip of his cock nudging past your uvula with each thrust.

love seeing the way you choke me down, pleasing me with that tight throat~" he coos, thumb hooking under your chin to force eye contact. His irises glow like arctic fire, pupils blown wide.

Your vision blurs, nails clawing at his thighs as he uses you like his personal fleshlight, your choked gags blending with his ragged breaths. When he finally pulls out, the pop of your lips releasing him, you think you’ve finally earned a break- a pause to catch your breath…

Cold air floods your raw throat as you cough, strings of saliva dangling from his flushed cock to your swollen mouth. Satoru only tuts, dragging his slobbed up length across your face. His swollen head catches your eyelid, leaving a sticky streak of saliva and precum before he smacks it against your lips, "Clean it up. Then maybe I'll let you breathe."

[scap34]

Thinking about Yandere!College Professor

warning: sex, degradation, feminization, mild choking, insults, objectification and cussing

College professor who walked into the class and the room shut up. He didn’t even greet the class, curtly saying his name before heading straight into lecture. He didn’t even notice you till you muttered an insult under your breath. He didn’t even feel anything like fireworks, just annoyance.

College Professor who is a micromanaging asshole. Who’s never been anything but dominant in his life. From his work like to the bed, he’s never faced any rejection or setback. So when you sneered at his face, and opposed him, he was interested.

College Professor who noticed you more and more. From your toned body to the lack of texts coming to your phone. He paid special attention to the glares you gave him when there was more work than usual or a suprise quiz. The way you bite back insults when he approaches you.

College Professor who had come in his pants, after you insulted him. ‘Fucking asshole.’ You’d muttered, leaving his class. He’d convinced himself he only liked you because he thought he could break you. Not because he’s never felt this fucking alive. Panting as he wiped the stickiness off in the university bathroom, your glare and angry expression saved in his mind for later.

College Professor who gave you more work than the rest of the class on purpose. Relishing every sneer or glare you gave to him. Who used his hacking skills to find out your schedule and gathered information about you and your friends. College Professor who stalks you on every social media platform under a pseudonym. Who reads every post you post insult him and his class. Holding his phone in his left hand, rubbing his clothed dick. He’s not into you insulting him, he tried to convince himself. But the thought you spitting insults in person, make his back arch as he came in his pants with just a few touches.

College Professor who hates anyone else around you. Increasing your work load, making sure you didn’t have time to hang out with others. Purposefully making your tests and quizzes harder till your grades started to drop.

College Professor who called you to his office for a private talk about your grades. Dressed in his finest clothes, a sexy perfume on. Only for him to be shoved against the wall, your hand holding his shirt collar. He couldn’t hold in the moan that left his mouth.

College Professor who you have bent over the desk, his ass red from spanking. Who only protested for a second before happily letting you manhandle him. Whining when you finished spanking him, mouth open with drool dripping out, and tears running down his cheek.

College Professor who cried from sheer pleasure as your cock entered him taking his virginity. He would have cum if he didn’t already when you were spanking him. Moaning when you yank his hair and called him a slut. Your hand wrapped around his throat, choking him. He gagged and whined pathetically, his tight virgin hole fluttered around your cock in pleasure. His eyes rolling back in ecstasy when you started to move.

College Professor who lets you use him like a fleshlight, in his office. Manhandling him like a toy. His clothes scattered across the room, whines and unintelligible moans that sounded like your name and yes leaving his kiss swollen lips. He was older than you but he couldn’t help how good your cock made him feel.

College Professor who gives you an A without you asking. Who regrets every moment he spends without you. Who can’t stop texting you, even when you block him for spamming you, immediately spamming your social media, begging for attention. Who leaves in the middle of a lecture because you’re in another class and not responding, just to take sexy pictures to send you.

College Professor who loves the way your eyes darken when he wears lingerie, so he’d started to wear silk panties and lingerie under his clothes. Who wants you to use however you want, fuck him in his office, in the bathrooms, anywhere you want. Even in public. Your free use slut he moaned eagerly when you’d taken up his offer.

College Professor who is a cock addicted whore for you. Like a loyal puppy only for you, his owner. Looking at you with the most pathetic face, eyes watering from being degraded, yet flushed and panting like a slut. Who loves it when you insult him, calling him your whore or slut. But also when you call him your cute girlfriend.

College Professor who is nothing but a bratty slut for you. Who can’t focus on teaching when your gaze lingered on his ass. His body aching from being fucked this morning but still craving your cock deep in him, filling him in all the right places.

Fuck, read his eyes and follow him to the bathroom, please? He’ll make you feel really good~

GOJO, TOJI, AIZAWA, NANAMI, SUKUNA, WRIOTHESLEY, GHOST, ZORO, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, JIYAN, CALCHIRO, KÖNIG and anyone else you like <3

[mmeskywalker]

|| pussy drunk theodore nott

warnings: smut, pussy eating, needy!theo, not proof read

“theo, baby,” you whisper.

you run your fingers down the length of his neck, practically drooling at the sight of his adam’s apple as it bobs from your touch.

he grabs your hand, planting sweet kisses to each knuckle. “bella,” he whispers back, guiding you to his lap. “i missed you,” it wasn’t long before your lips were on his, tasting him feverishly as he rolls your hips onto his growing bulge, groaning.

“‘missed you more,” you exhale shakily.

due to studies and detentions, life has brought you two apart. you’ve been too busy trying to figure out whatever nonsense professor snape has thrown your way, and theo’s friend group keeps getting him into trouble. usually, detentions don’t bother him. but right now? it’s keeping him away from the one thing that keeps him sane.

you.

he touches you as if he were starved. his hands hungrily roaming over your curves, squeezing the firm globes of your ass. “no, cara mia, i really missed you.” theo’s breath is hot against your neck, nipping at the sensitive space below your ear.

it’s hard to respond coherently. you’ve been so used to your own hand that you’ve forgotten the way the friction of his lap felt beneath your core. when he bucks his hips up, you can’t help but tremble into his mouth. “i need you so badly, theo.” you whine, unbeknownstly pressing your tits against his chest.

“fuck,” his voice breaks, your plea sending a thrill straight to his cock.

his hands travel beneath your shirt, greedily groping your breasts as his lips attack your neck, nipping the flesh and soothing it over with his skillful, but tauntingly slow tongue. “stop teasing and take my shirt off,” you huff, frustration hitting you as you grind yourself against him. it’s been too long for him to take his time with you. you need him, and you need him now.

“ragazza avida,” theo smriks, running his calloused thumbs over your nipples, hardening the buds before discarding your top. you don’t care where it lands, but you know you’ll find it somewhere stupid like the lamp shade again.

he grabs your ass; abruptly, needily standing, pressing you against the hard planes of his body while his tongue dives into your mouth. your arms to tighten around his neck, your legs wrapping around his waist, and kissing him with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. “do you know how miserable i’ve been without you?” he grunts, throwing you onto the bed and stripping himself as quickly as he can. “take those off. now.” theodore commands, gesturing toward your pants.

nodding, you oblige, wanting needing him just as badly as he needs you. as you rid yourself of your pants, he climbs onto the bed, stopping you before you can do the same with your underwear. “please,” he whimpers, not caring about the dominance stripping from his tone. “please, bellissima,” he spreads your legs open, his nose pressing against the lacy fabric. “keep your legs—yes, yes, just like that…”

the way your body reacts to his begging is almost pathetic. you throw your head back, arching to his touch. “do something, theo,” you whine, wet to the point it physically hurts.

and like that, he pools your panties down to your ankles, ogling at the sight of your damp pussy. he takes no time before dipping his tongue between your folds, a finger coming to pump in and out of your aching hole as he moans into your sex.

you grip his messy brunette hair, holding his head still as you grind yourself against his nose. “mhm,” theo hums, his eyebrows contorting into a state of pure bliss. balancing on his biceps, he brings his forearms under your legs, pushing you farther against him. “‘m all yours, bella. abuse my mouth—please, i want you to.” he whines, flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit.

“s-shit!” you whimper, squeezing his head with your shaky thighs as your eyes glue shut. “fuck—theo, that feels so good! please, please don’t stop. i’m so close already—‘ve needed you so badly, baby.”

he groans, a pathetic, needy sound from deep within his throat. he’s had his tongue plunged deep inside of you many of times, but each time he swears is better than the last. whimpers toll from his lips as he feels you quiver around his tongue, and he finds himself grinding into the mattress. he’s determined to make you cum, not once, but as many times as he can.

his thirst hasn’t been quenched for so long.

you feel something snap as his tongue plunges into you, his nose deliciously rubbing against your swollen clit. “tastes so good,” he says almost to himself, sucking at your pussy. “squirt in my mouth,” he whines, dragging a stripe up your sex until his tongue attacks your sweet spot. “you can do it, bella, please—‘need you.”

and you could do it, because you did, over and over for the rest of the night. theo had you arched against a pillow for hours, hands groping your thighs as he took your body and drowned himself in the essence between your legs.

because that’s just where he wanted to be, and he’d stay there as long as you let him, because he’s addicted to you.