#tw:impact play

[hoppingonjim]

Hearts and spanks- Eddie Munson

summary: your daddy, eddie tells you no, but you don't exactly listen, it's too late however, and the only way to reprimand you is by ruining your ass.

cw: ddlg dynamics, a glimpse of pet play, spanking/impact play, daddy!eddie munson, dark!(ish)eddie munson, dumbification, degrading, talk of eddie controlling the reader, dacryphilia, manhandling/throwing, nipple play, size kink, little reader, mean!eddie, dom!eddie, mean!dom!eddie (oof), hints of fingering, afab!reader {word count=1.5k} notes: i love ddlg but i haven't written for it in so long, so i apologize if this is more on the darker side. i will say eddie is fucking mean in this (imo) so,,, warning there i suppose. 18+ MINORS DNI

"please daddy! just one more, please?" 

normally, eddie would cave and say yes. wanting to please you so bad and treat his little girl like the princess she was. however, this time he shakes his head, a hand raising to toy with the pink bow that donned your braid- the pink bow that he decided you should wear every night with a matching, silk nightgown. one that barely came below your thighs, the same one that displayed the curvature of your ass, all for him to stalk and enjoy, "no, sorry princess, s' gonna hurt your tummy, we don't want that, right?"

he draws a hand to rub circles on your stomach, his fingertips gripping more noticeably as the circling went on. you sigh, lips falling into a displeased pout as you look for him to give in- which he shows no sign of. sure, he gives you the baby voice, his own caring pout, but he wouldn't give in to you.

he was your daddy. you were the little girl.

"you can have more tomorrow, princess. promise. but let's just sleep right now, 'kay?" if you weren't such a pretty princess, eddie would be seething right now. he knew he spoiled you, of course only on occasions, but he still did. now was not an occasion though, and he just wished your little self-absorbed self would realize that and just listen.

meekly, you nod. you knew he was right. it was only ever in your daddy's nature to want the best for you, always making sure you were feeling well and satisfied. a sour mood though was nearing closer to you the more he felt him hold you closer, securely closer. in his routine before closing his eyes, he places a hand on your breast. cupping the supple skin, fingers mindlessly twisting and toying with the bud of your nipple, nail tracing the shape of your clothed areola. 

any other night you would have been delighted, completely contented at such a soothing touch. tonight was not any other night and your brain was too preoccupied with the recurring taste of those heart candies your daddy had bought for you. it's only until you can hear his heavy breathing that you know he's in deep sleep.

that's when you decide to sneak. you're not all that stealthy, in fact you've earned the nickname clutz a few times or two by your daddy, but in the moment you were trying hard to be stealthy. on your tip toes, holding your breath to the point gags roll off your tongue, you only felt relief once you see you're out of the bedroom. opening your lips is more therapeutic than any session you've been in, and the sugary scent of those candy hearts swimming in the glass, centerpiece bowl is something that intoxicates your nose. breathless and hungry, you inch closer before grabbing a handful. 

each heart pops into your mouth, one at a time. you savor the taste, the sugar that dissolves on the heat of your tongue, wintergreen melts into the corners of your mouth. you were certain you moan purely at the nostalgic taste.

it's a paradise for the duration. your mouth dancing with lemon, grape and cherry. your lips are satisfied, smiling in a daze once your tongue wets your bottom lip in fulfillment. 

all paradises get rained upon, sadly, and that came true for you. hissing through teeth, veiny hands flick the light switch on. eyes glowing red, and lips stormy, your daddy wasn't all too pleased.

"the fuck did i tell you? no fucking more," he moves closer to you quickly, two fingers dig into your cheeks. furious, he yanks your head up so he can be greeted by your wide, doe eyes. 

you know he's pissed, beyond pissed even. fumes blew from his ears in rage as he tugged down at your chin, "open the fuck up." you oblige, opening your jaw timidly.

heaving back and soon he spit into your mouth, closing your jaw tightly with wicked eyes, "fucking swallow it."

you could only look at him. there were many nights like this before, and you did think you swallowed it- you didn't realize you didn't until he huffed again, "i already knew you were a dumb whore, but this fucking dumb? how many fucking brain cells are left in that dead head of yours?" his fingers tap roughly on your temples, causing you to swallow. with watery eyes and wet eyelashes, he can only smirk at the glorious sight, "the dumb slut is crying, huh? well i've got more in store for you then." 

it happened quickly. in a swift motion, you found yourself perched over his shoulder, a hand clamp on your ass cheeks. fingers tapped in a scolding rhythm of your skin until your back met the comforter in a slam. 

in such a position like the one current, where you're helpless on his bed and sniffling, he just has to admire. admiring can't last forever though and in a liquid motion he sits himself down to the edge. with a whistle he calls you over, like a worthless dog. and you know your worth in moments like this, so while whimpering helplessly you come crawling over, laying yourself tensely over his knee.

there's a need he has to caress your ass, wanting you to feel suspense. he likes you, in this tense state, knowing what he's going to do to you. it's occasional, the way he taunts you by pressing his rings tightly against the covered skin. 

"why so tense? loosen up a bit, daddy's just gonna show you what happens when you're a bad girl," his voice was softening up but his actions only grew rougher. another yank, another tug, just so he can see the tears rolling down your face. 

there was no better sight than witnessing you all worried, all hurt. not even physically yet. fingers curl around the hem of the silk nightgown, leisurely lifting the cloth upwards and settling it on the arch above your ass. eddie can't describe how provoking it is to see you without your cotton, kiss-marked panties on. but rather your bare ass cheeks and slick cunt all for him to see.

you don't expect it, not yet anyway, when he delivers a firm blow to the right cheek. you whimper, yelping out like a hurt puppy- which is what you are to him. contrary to you, he laughs maliciously and rubs your other cheek before smacking it harder. his goal to see the skin turn raw. 

he gets his wish with each spank, each slap complemented by the cool rigid texture of the rings, "fucking dumb slut, are you just that much of an airhead or are you too desperate for daddy to notice you?" another smack, harder than the last meets your nude skin, the sound of your innocent sobs creates harder smacks, "did you lose the ability to fucking speak too?"

you're hiccuping, sniffling and whimpering all at once, the sounds bouncing recklessly off the walls, "n-no daddy, too , too desperate to be noticed. need- attention," he just smirks, gripping onto a section of fat and manhandling it with a firmer grasp.

"well isn't that fucking obvious, you should be thanking daddy then, huh? thanking him for giving a whore like you attention," your body is turning limp with each spank, waving like the ocean and following the patterns of his hand. 

desire becomes to much for him, and he shoves a finger inside your little wet hole, groaning to himself, "this gets you off? daddy having to fucking spank your dumb ass?" you can't even nod, too helpless at this point. only able to moan, you're soaked, your slick wetting your inner thighs, feeling your inner walls be harshly toyed with by eddie's singular finger, "that cunts gripping on pretty tight, too bad this pretty pussy can't get her daddy, you've been too bratty."

and he pulls his fingers away, leaving you gaping- both mouth and pussy. 

there's only twenty more harsh spanks before he stops, now stroking your ass in the hopes of comforting you, rewarding you, "here, baby, look at me, princess-" you don't have to move a limb, he takes you in his arms and positions your body so you're straddling his lap, "daddy just doesn't want you getting a tummy ache, okay? daddy can't have his pretty little girl getting sick, you know that."

your cheeks are corrupted with the stains of tears that glisten when you nod, earning a small smile from him as you hiccup, "m', sorry daddy, i know you just want the best for me."

eddie loves your timid voice, so much so that he presses a loving kiss onto your forehead, hands falling to your hips, "atta girl, i know you are, sometimes i just feel like you can't listen. i get worried, babygirl, you, you're just so stupid sometimes."

you know he's right- well, not know, you just believe whatever he says. because eddie has no reason to lie to you, "i know daddy, m' stupid, need you to take care of me.

"i'll take care of you right now, baby, let me go run a bath."

[tteokdoroki]

shift's not so bad. | k.bokuto. ʚ !! ɞ

❧ ; SYNOPSIS. things could be worse, your shift could be worse but lucky for you, your boss koutarou bokuto knows exactly how to make it all better.

❧ ; cpu characters. koutarou bokuto x fem!reader.

❧ ; word count. 2.1K

❧ ; genre + rating. barista!au, fluff, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!

❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution !! reader is in their twenties, older!bokuto, slight!age-gap, mentions of violence, smut, exhibitionnism, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, oral sex fem!recieving, light!impact-play, soft!dom, praise!kink, spit!kink, size!kink.

❧ ; streamer commentary. hi everyone!! sorry for being MIA, i missed you all!! anways heres a little fic commissioned by my beautiful girl @patchworkpuzzle !! everyone else, pls enjoy this fic eee!! special thanks to @cellotonins for beta reading !! enjoy <3 m.list. + tip jar.

shit’s not so bad...i mean, it could be worse?... right?

is what you try to tell yourself as you hold back tears, the lump in your throat beginning to burn and shock flooding your system like most of the patrons in your busy little cafe today.

the situation at hand and the burning coffee sinking into the fabric of your barista uniform shirt couldn’t possibly be your fault either, you weren’t to blame for this— but the angry woman on the other side of the counter doesn’t seem to agree, yelling all sorts of profanities in your direction, insults you’re supposed to accept because the customer is always right. you’d followed the recipe exactly, so you’re not too sure why she doesn’t like her coffee, why she’s screaming her head off at you and why she’s raising a hand as if she’s going to slap you and oh—!

there’s no impact.

your pretty, glassy eyes that were once screwed shut crack open to get a good look at the scene— the supervisor on shift, bokuto, looks right back at you, amber irises swirling with unadulterated concern before they’re engulfed in a bright orange and rageful flames as he turns to the customer in question. he calmly shuts her down, asks if he can help and then asks her to leave.

“why don’t you head t’the back, pretty girl?” bokuto hums sweetly, looking at you over his shoulder with a reassuring smile. he’s so nice to you, you like working with him a lot— he’s a year out of college meaning he’s two older than you and more experienced. koutarou’s the type of guy to lock up for you so your shift ends early or to give you a break when you come in sick to make ends meet. if bokuto’s on your shift, then it’s guaranteed to be a good one— so you’re happy that you’re working with him a lot, like today, where your supervisor has your back. “there should be some spare uniform back there, clean up and calm down, yeah? i’ll take care of this.”

you nod your head and quickly do as you’re told— scurrying to the back room with your tail between your legs and tears in your eyes because it’s so embarrassing that you’ve been bullied by a customer in front of your favourite coworker, the one you’ve been crushing on since you started working at the stupid cafe.

matters only get worse when the coworker in question comes stumbling into the back room just as you’re peeling off your sticky white shirt and checking your skin for burns— and you can’t help but cry even harder now that bokuto’s seen you a naked, snotty mess in the mismatched underwater you’d thrown on this morning for your 7AM shift. “h-hey, hey! what’s the matter gorgeous? what’s wrong?” the salt and pepper haired male coos, closing the door behind him and immediately crushing the couch in front of you. bokuto’s knack for pet names, meticulously calculated and perfectly placed throughout his sentences only serves to make you cry harder— comforted by his presence but still humiliated by the state he’s seeing you in.

“i-i’m—“ you tremble, you hiccup and his large, warm hands grip your thighs, rubbing them where the hem of your skirt ends. it’s an even softer, more comforting gesture. “‘m sorry,”

clicking his tongue, bokuto rubs a circle on the back of your knee and shakes his head— looking up at you with an odd mix of a soft and stern look. “nuhuh, don’cha dare go apologisin’,” he scolds you gently, still trying to calm you down on his knees before you while you sob dumbly, half dressed. “i shouldn’t say it, but that lady was a bitch. kind of an asshole customer if you ask me. pain ta’get rid of!” bokuto’s words earn him a watery giggle and a sniffle and you’re looking a little bit better, but he can’t stand to see you tear up like this— eyes growing puffier by the second, so he asks. “can i do somethin’ sweetheart? help you feel better?”

naively, you nod your head and your crush— your coworker koutarou gets to work. he leans in close to the soft meat of your thighs, pressing his slightly chapped lips to them as his golden eyes flicker up to yours for consent. you’re dreaming right? imagining the hot open mouthed kisses koutarou leaves along your inner thighs— the nips he gives the plush flesh until his nose is pressed against your clit over your cotton panties and his silvery locks have disappeared under your clothes.

it’s not until koutarou inhales, sniffing against your panties that you believe what you’re seeing— what you’re feeling.

because you start drooling from your pretty pussy, your breath hitching for different reasons unrelated to tears and your coworker is sliding his tongue over the newly formed wet patch on your underwear— groaning. “don’t worry, pretty girl,” bokuto says huskily, tongue rolling just over your hole— the only thing stopping the pink muscle from slipping in, being your barrier of clothing. “‘m gonna make it all go away, make you forget.” you don’t dare doubt him, squeezing his toned shoulders and crumpling his crisp white shirt when bokuto gathers your panties between your folds and drags them along your clit— sucking on your fat pussy as he goes.

“b-bo!” you can’t help but squeak, legs going shaky and goosebumps rising on your skin. you shouldn’t really be doing this, humping the face of your coworker as his nose bumps your puffy pleasure nub and his tongue swipes the stickiness your arousal— but he offered, he wanted to help you feel better and he’s making you feel so could you forget why you’d originally been crying in the first place. “b-bokuto!”

fat, babyish tears of pleasure replace the pathetic ones that rolled down your cheeks just minutes before— the supervisor groaning lowly into your messy folds and causing the vibrations to shoot desire up your spine. “call me koutarou sweetheart, let yourself go for me,” there’s a dazzle of lust intertwining with his honey eyes as they peek out from underneath your skirt— the sweet words mumbled halfheartedly into your sloppy cunt that glistens under the yellow artificial light up above. “you taste s’good baby,” he tells you, making your pussy flutter against his tongue while it wrestles your velvet walls in search of your g-spot— a thick fog of arousal drowning any logical thought in your brain. “hm? you like that too?”

“i-i do!” you gasp out when he spits into your puffy pussy, tonguing the foam into your clit before repeating the action.

thick fingers, ones that are calloused with the burns from coffee making machines, pull your panties to the side, eventually tearing through them— and bokuto lets out a breathy chuckle that’s warm against your throbbing core at the sight of the material glued to your cunt by clear strings of your essence. “oh i can tell baby, you’re so wet,” bokuto muses out loud, pushing his mix of spit and slick into your puckered hole until your knees knock at the intrusion. “cryin’ just as much down here as you are up there, pretty girl. am i not doin’ enough to make ya feel better?”

your bottom lip trembles tears catch on your lower lash line— your entire body bristling with heat from lust or embarrassment you can’t even tell at this point. “y-you are!” you whine weakly, stuttering and struggling to keep your self standing when bokuto gently taps your pussy— moaning deep within his chest at the lewd sound sound makes.

“yeah?”

“y-yes!”

bokuto smacks your cunt again, eyes twitching up to watch your face twist with tears and pleasure. “i love that pretty face you make, baby,” he mumbles from beneath your skirt, massaging sweet patterns into your abused clit. “y’gonna cum for me?” nodding your head, you grind back against his rough fingers, dragging your clit over his tips as the pressure building in your lower stomach starts to unravel. “hold it, yeah gorgeous? ‘m not done making you feel better, wanna help ya out on my cock.”

your knees give out in one moment, the next they're knocking the cool concrete floor as you straddle bokuto’s lap— his cock pressed up against your tight entrance, the fear of him not being able to fit masked by your desire to just feel better. and when you sink down on him— his thick length bullying it’s way through your funny insides, bokuto’s mouth doesn’t stop running, pulling him into a pussy drunk haze.

large hands on your fleshy ass guide you to bounce up and down before you’ve even adjusted, tears blurring your vision while your sweet squeals accompany the slaps of skin on skin and the muffled, lewd gripes of your coworker against your neck. “feel so good inside, gorgeous, fuck— wrappin’ round me just right,” he slurs, teeth and tongue ravaging your neck. “y’such a good girl, so good at everythin’... your job, takin’ my tongue, fuckin’ yourself down on my cock even when s’too big f’you,”

koutarou turns his head, pressing his lips against your tear stained cheeks to catch a drop of the saltine liquid before it hits your chin. “‘m good?” you ask, struggling to breathe anything in aside from lust as you clench down and swirl your hips over his.

“s’fucking good pretty girl,” he tells you with red cheeks and sweat on his brow from thrusting up into you, filling you with everything he has to offer, smearing precum along your gushing walls and hitting your g-spot just right. “been thinkin’ about this for so long, havin’ you like this. all to myself. hate it when the others flirt with you on shift, just want you to mine.”

bokuto’s longing words make your stomach twist in delight, cunt fluttering and squeezing down on his tip, pulling the most salacious sounds from him. your bodies move together clumsily on the back room floor, your knees scraping concrete, his arms locked tight around your waist to lift you up and down against him— your breasts brushing against his now crinkled shirt in the best of ways. you’re aware enough to know you’re making your crush feel good but you’re no expert, and it makes you cry out in embarrassment and ecstasy— attempting to hide your face and messy cheeks in his mop of silvery black hair.

“hey pretty girl,” bokuto’s breath is hot against your ear, hips rolling just right and clapping against your ass. “don’t be embarrassed, c’mon— look how good you’re makin’ me feel,” the praise makes you clench down, makes him stutter and press his palm into your back to hold you closer— controlling the fluidity of your bodies moving together before he guides your heated face to look down at where you become one, stained with milky arousal. “dreamed of this cute pussy, dreamed of you,”

the confession has your heart racing, “m-mm! k-koutarou! wanna cum for you, please,” it’s like cotton has stuffed your ears as blood rushes through— carrying dopamine and lust and other sex hormones through your body and stream of consciousness.

his hands, expert at their craft and at touching you, slide down your spine and leave a tingle in their wave until bokuto reaches your ass, squeezing and clenching— helping you ride him to your high.

“can feel it baby, you gonna cum? keep ridin’ me just like that then...fuuuck, that’s it, see that baby? you’re fuckin’ getting the hang of it.”

“m-mf, ‘m there, ‘m there!” you cry and he’s got you seated on the edge, hand wrapping round your thigh brush at your swollen clit with his thumb. you gasp with burning tears on your cheeks when koutarou’s hips jump up, blunt tip nudging the squishy spot inside of you. “fuck!”

he smiles, golden and warm and reassuring and you’re seconds away from breaking then. “oh you feel that huh? must be so big inside you. but you can take it all, right honey? cum f’me right now?” bokuto sounds like he’s mocking you, so soft in comparison to the rough way his cock bullies your insides— but your body follows his lead anyway, your release splashing out of you as you collapse forward and paint his cock with a spasming cunt.

it’s toe curling, life changing the way the knot in your lower tummy unravels and bokuto isn’t far behind either— fucking up into you until his dick slips out of your hot wet hole and his cum is smearing its way over your precious ass cheeks. you’re still curled into your coworkers chest when you both come down, your pussy wrecked and his cock throbbing against your ass as he lets out a breathy chuckle at your timid and teary face.

“feelin’ any better yet, sweetheart?” koutarou bokuto has the audacity to ask while you’re fucked out in his lap.

and if you hadn’t gone completely brainless, you would have said. ‘yes thank you, i do.’

[donquxiotes]

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 ᕱ ᕱ 𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀. HEADCANONS.

stepmama’s lovenote — i don’t like the way the bulletpoints make this looks, sorry abt that. *angry face*

cw — bunny hybrid izana kurokawa + femdom reader. bondage. collaring. mommy kink. voyeurism. mentions of heats, knot dildos, cumming dildos. breeding kinks. spanking. male penetration. pegging. oral (both f. receiving & m. receiving.) not proofread.

minors + ageless blogs don’t interact. you will be blocked.

residential arm/leg humper. you’re working? iza is under the desk grinding against your leg. cooking? there’s cum all over your foot. cuddling? is attached to your arm.

“don’t i look pretty like this, mommy?” or “mommy, wanna touch me doesn’t she?” is something he’ll say when he’s trying to seduce you. yes, it works.

iza’s either on his hard kink shit or soft kink shit there’s no in between.

rope bunny. absolutely loves to be tied up and forced to struggle against the ropes as you touch his sensitive body all over. the poor bunny wouldn’t know what to do with himself. he’ll be reduced to a crying and begging mess.

whiney and sensitive baby boy, he is!

izana tries his absolute best to be the goodest boy because he doesn’t want to fail you. not in the slightest. he also doesn’t want you to find a different bunny to spoil :(

could eat you out for hours and never get tired. your taste all over his tastebuds, all over his face- it satisfies him.

and don’t you dare give him oral unless you want him to lose his mind for the rest of the day. your mouth is too hot, too wet and leaves him all floaty, babbling on about nothing in particular.

pull his hair and spank his ass while you’re fucking him from behind will have him screaming at the top of his lungs.

is way too spoiled. expects petting, kisses all over his face no matter where you are, who you’re around.

he has the most collars in all kinds of colors and styles. they’re his favorite thing. one of his treats is letting him pick out a new one. izana’s go-to is a bejeweled, purple collar that says “bunbun” on the front. yes, he flaunts it.

little one, bunbun & darling are his favorite nicknames! izana would submit to you so easy when you start putting those names to him. his lips would curve into a small pout and eyes blown wide with innocence (even if he’s not innocent) and cue him tugging on your arms practically asking you to baby him.

has an amazing amount of stamina, especially during his heats! just the thought of being bred over and over again would have the man all drooly and dumb in the head. it’s all he could think about for the rest of his heat.

knot dildos. knot dildos. KNOT DILDOS. when he’s on his heat, the only way you’ll fuck him is with a knot dildo. also, the ones that can squirt makeshift cum is a fav. iza’s the biggest whore when it comes to those. enjoys the feeling of being stuffed to the brim that it’s leaking out of his quivering hole. his breeding kink comes into play during these times.

also, forced breeding. please please please lock your legs around his waist while he’s pumping inside of you. his toes curl and body burns with arousal as he loses control of himself and is cumming all over the place.

he makes a mess of when he cums. there’s so much of it. it’s a bit watery, akin to female squirt. which is so sexy btw.

heat or no heat izana’s very stingy. very clingy. doesn’t want anyone to touch a single hair on your body, to look at you, don’t even breath around you or his leg would itch to kick them and he’ll get really snappy, really quick.

is a menace to everyone but you. you get my melody around him and everyone else would get kuromi.

izana’s little cotton tail is more sensitive than his white ears and he definitely could cum from you playing with it alone. his leg would repeatedly thump on the floor and head thrown back in bliss.

random but, he doesn’t like puppy hybrids. (the only one he puts up with is kaucho) he thinks they’re touchy and too smelly. it’s cute how he looks at them with utter disgust.

[finished.] my blog contains dark content, proceed w caution.

[tteokdoroki]

ayo... wrestling and play fighting with childhood best friend!kirishima is all fun and games until you pull some shit like try to bite him or choke him.

+ cw: smut, mdni 18+, impact play, spanking, fingering, slight!exhibitionism, slight!dacryphilia, hard dom!kirishima, fem!reader.

you could be hanging out after years apart, you visiting your parents’ home in your small town that kirishima stayed behind in and as soon as you act up— kirishima’s face will literally drop, the light hearted and bright energy about him is completely gone, something new fizzling in the air as the big and strong eijirou kirishima flips you over by the hold he has on your hips— straddling them after, eyes dark and pointed teeth with a hold on his lower lip.

“that shit’s not nice princess, don’t you know how to behave?”

now you’re a flustered mess beneath pounds of muscle and brawn that keep your hips still against your bedroom floor, you can’t squirm away— blood rushing hotly through your ears, skin prickling with heat, sky rocketing to temperatures that might not even be considered healthy but there are too many lust ignited hormones pouring from your blood stream for it to matter at that point.

“k-kiri,” you blurt out, wide eyed and dwarfed underneath him. “‘m sorry, i—“

“i don’t give a fuck,” the red head snaps, ruby eyes no longer gentle but instead glassy with cruelty— thick and fingertips digging into the pudge of your cheeks until you’re pouting, barely able to speak. “you wanna play rough with me princess? then you better be able to fuckin’ take it too.” please, one moment his hips are shifting, fat cock nice and hard grinding into the softness of your tummy— the next there’s a stinging impact at your cheek from where kirishima’s slapped you... from where he’s made sure it hurt.

and you’re a little sick for liking it.

a little sick for the way play fighting with your best friend has turned into him having you bent over his crossed legs on your bedroom floor— the one where you once had sleepovers in makeshift pillow forts or cried about your stupid teen crushes— the memories now washed away by the actions fuelled by your adult sex drives.

these jokey fights with kirishima are now different to how you remember, they didn’t always end up with two of his fingers weighty on your tongue, slicked up by your saliva to keep your pathetic whimpers quiet or hidden from your parents cooking dinner downstairs. they certainly didn’t involve another two thrusting in and out of your tight little hole, stretching you open, curling to hit your g-spot with his thumb rough and fast on your puffy clit.

oh no, kirishima’s way hotter than you remember, punishing you for the shit you used to get away with as kids— reducing you to a squirming mess in his lap, juices running down your doughy, shaky inner thighs and not a drop of it going to waste since he uses it to fuck his fingers back into you at a pace only gods can achieve. and he likes to see you like this, maybe that makes him fucked up now too— but having you ravaged in his lap, scratches and marks on your pretty ass made by him and mascara staining your innocent cheeks only serves to turn him on more.

you sob when eijirou pulls out of all of your messy folds, damn near scream into his muscular thigh when his hand claps down on your ass harshly— leaving a mark and a stinging sensation that sends your eyes rolling back into your skull. “careful, princess,” kirishima teases, roughing you up by the hold he has in your hair. “wouldn’t want your parents to know how much of a bad girl you’ve become since you’ve been away.”

“e-eiji! please—“

“sayin’ ‘please’ now, are we princess?” the red head asks, cooing to the point where you almost think he’s praising you instead of mocking you while destroying your insides. “maybe we should let your parents hear, hm? hear how i haf’ta teach you a good set of manners again.” it’s only then you remember something, with the fat tears rolling down your cheeks in salty waves...with kirishima landing spank after spank against your fleshy ass until the skin is raw and your throat is hoarse from crying from the pleasure and pain...with his fingers bullying their way back into your creamed and soaked little pussy— panties to the side and absolutely ruined.

you remember that kirishima always won your little play fights, no matter what shit you pulled.

[donquxiotes]

Imagine Pegging the shit out of sukuna, the big bad being helpless to your strap sounds yummy doesn't it?

💳💥💥💳💳💥 GIVE IT TO ME!!

making big men fall to their knees is my favorite thing to do! and sukuna’s the sluttiest of all.

he loves to be on his knees for you. his love. his one true darling. (obvi wouldn’t tell u that) but you could tell by the eagerness in his eyes and the excitement in his tone when he tries to egg you on, to piss you off. you thought it was adorable.

sukuna’s groans are so loud with carnal desire and face fixed in nothing less of pleasure when you sunk into him. you pound into him like no tomorrow, striking his prostate with every thrust.

he’s very vocal too, you would know if he’s loving it or if you’re on “thin ice.” yes, he’s a big brat that talks shit a lot but you fix that easily- smacking his ass a couple of times would shit him up (for the time being ofc) he’s not shutting up until his plump ass is covered in red hand prints.

and sukuna cums when he feels like it, cock’s that is way too big leaks copious amounts of cum all over himself- ignoring the rules as always and he very much so expects to get punished for it. choke him out, stick something in his mouth- something!

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spanking sakusa’s ass w a heart shaped paddle so hard that the hearts starts to take shape and look precise!! and when tomorrow comes around and he’s at practice, poor omi would be tripping all over himself, zoning out because the stinging ache reminds him of you and your love. <3