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#wanted to fuckin beat his ass
tunasama13 · 1 year
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I am not okay
(PETER B GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF THERE THOUGH-)
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MIGUEL JUMPSCARE!!!!!!!
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Also me writing down my thoughts as bigoted bitchboy in my class complains about the rules and insults the teacher
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If nothing else Koenma is a Kuwabara stan and I'm right there with him o7 (I need to write the kuwameshi fic that goes with this fr)
#maybe one day i'll write that au i have sitting in my head#ever since the comment he made about making kuwa spirit detective instead ive been thinking about it#like...what if yusuke is still recruited same as canon but like#kuwa was already spirit detective? doing assignments for the guys upstairs and all#and they made yusuke help him after his resurrection instead of going solo#and it's hilarious because they still have the ''rivalry'' set in place so it's like#now i gotta be coworkers with this guy i was in a fist fight with last week?#yusuke is like you can't be serious you want me to fight DEMONS with the guy who cant even beat ME? lmaooo okay#kuwa would be more in tune with his powers atp in this au and super offended like hello#why would i use my reiki on a FELLOW HUMAN CHILD you DICK i can hold my own on my assignments just fine#but he's actually really excited to be able to spend time with yusuke doing something besides getting his ass handed to him#they're both genkai's students (she's endlessly annoyed but they grow on her)#i just think it'd be fun cos like#it'd be harder to exclude kazuma from shit if he's literally been involved in this shit before he even met#kurama and hiei#kuwabara isn't really told about yusuke's resurrection so things go mostly the same up til he's brought back#they're both called to koenma's office and it's the spiderman pointing meme 💀#it's koenma's first time seeing kuwa in person as he usually just sends assignments with botan#yusuke has already seen him cos of the resurrection arc#and koenma is SUCH a fanboy ''kuwabara it's such a pleasure. you know you're my best worker 🥺''#''um urameshi am i seeing things or is that a fuckin baby'' yusuke will NOT stop laughing#it fucks koenma up so bad he makes sure he's in his adult form when he's around kuwa next#cos he wants to be the respected boss but also guy that you can chill with!! he's so cringe#okay yeah i need to write this it's such a fun concept#kuwameshi#yu yu hakusho#kuwabara kazuma#yusuke urameshi#koenma
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tezzzzza · 1 year
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#the reason they’re so close isn’t because they’re twins #it’s because they share a braincell 
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dogroseberry · 2 days
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Honestly so fustrated with how Bluestar and Yellowfang turned out in StarClan and becoming the mouthpiece for their warped, authoritarian ideology who's main job is to snap at people for breaking da rules (even if it's ones they broke themselves). They are the most aggrivating non-Spottedleaf spirits. And like. Outside of being honestly out-of-character for them, it's fucking boring.
Imagine continuing to build upon their pre-estbalished personalities even after death.
Bluestar was hot-headed and cocky in her youth but mellowed with age and experience. She saw first-hand the danger that came with xenophobia and fear of change, it had many of her loved ones killed, and notices some problems in the Clans' way of life. She values Firestar for his kindness, something most would view as a weakness in this stifled war-driven society, and willingness to make changes despite the resistance. After her death, she observes her Clan with interest, watching what her successor nurtures and watching over her old community. Jayfeather reminds her of what she was like in her youth and she takes particular interest in him, she sees great change from him.
Yellowfang suffered from what felt like punishment from StarClan for a minor crime that permanently rocked her life, and she is not willing to see someone like her going through what she had. Leafpool had made the same mistake she did but was lured into a false sense of security; StarClan fooled her and will twist her life to make its own story play out, just as it did with Yellowfang herself. So how could she ruin this cat's life just to make her agree to what the stars have in mind? Why lie and trick just to get cats to play their game? Why continue the cycle of mistreatment? With her medicine cat life still fresh in her mind she'd be disgusted at causing such harm, treating individual clanmate's lives likes they're nothing. Plus, she can't help but let out an old grandma chuckle when she sees young cats breaking little harmless rules here and there; who is she to judge?
Call it the ghost grandmas AU
#Imagine Yellowfang watching over her surrogate son and his daughters. Her grandbabies. Like the two kits she had but never got to keep.#She watches them grow up - watching over them - and sees more of herself in Squirrelkit for a while (she loves the kid's spunk)#but then Leafkit becomes the apprentice of her surrogate daughter so Yellowfang's attention mostly shifts to her.#Bluestar watches over Squirrelflight most of the time but stops to oversee Leafpool's secret meetings with Crowfeather. She knows what's up#Turning to Yellowfang to share experiences (+ realizing her wife had a pretty fucked-up ex. Blue is gotta find and beat his ass someday)#Leafpool is expecting her kits and both spirits are afraid she'll loose them like both of them had to experience. Not their granddaughter.#Yellowfang personally goes down to guide her through the delivery and assure her she's not mad and she'll always be there to look over her#Grandma Yellows allows a little rule-breaking here and then. Plus if anything StarClan lead her on. At least Yellowfang KNEW what she was d#Yellowfang becomes Jaypaw's friend and his biggest advocate.#She knows what it's like to be pressured into being a medicine cat and sure it may have turned out alright for her. And it may be what the#stars in their *supposed* infinite wisdom demand. But goddamn if this kid can't just live his own life.#it may have turned out alright for her and it may be what the stars demand but goddamn it if her grandson can't just control his own life#he has power beyond even what StarClan can comprehend and they still seek to control him like a puppet. And make HER bring that down on him#Um no <3#(Jaypaw: ghost grandma tell my auntie that I don't want to be forced to be a doctor just because she thinks I'm incompetent and/or special.#Yellowfang directly after being told by StarClan they want Jay as a mc no matter what: you heard the kid let him live his own fuckin life.)#Bonus if he decides to become a medic later of his own violation because 1) he is in control of his own destiny now and 2) medicine grandma#with medicine grandma he is inspired and gets extra good training#And Jaypaw is named Jayfang after her. Yellowfang is so proud.#She does go back to check on Squirrelflight every so often. She likes seeing herself and her old lover in Squilf and Bramble.#But her wife Bluestar is not pleased. She insists even Thistleclaw himself treated her own sister better than this. That's... a red flag.#Yellowfang comes to terms with the toxicity of her old relationship that she never even got around to realizing in her waking life.#So when Ashfur inevitably dies he is faced by Squirrelflight's angry vengeful ghost grandmas#Even in death Yellowfang has grown. She is firm that what he did was wrong and her granddaughter deserved better. He can GET. FUCKED.#Bluestar is cheering her on because he saw Thistleclaw in this asshole since day one and is honestly smug her suspicions were correct.#Bluestar Does Not like Brambleclaw.
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samuraisharkie · 8 months
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me every time I think about the current state of The Amazing Spider-Man comics: Here’s How Peter Can Still Win
#spider-man#I’m concocting schemes and plans that would bring it out on top I swear#hire me marvel but only after Quesada is fired#I’ll have Dan Slott doing letters while I’m fixing their fucking mistakes#it ain’t fuckin much but it’s honest work#listen so we have to reveal that current MJ is a fake. go animated series on them.#fuck them kids. fuck former aid to genocide with a boring ass name Paul#give the Jackpot thing to someone else. it’s a good gimmick but please for the love of god not on MJ#fix poor fucking Ben Reilly and maybe just let him stay dead#tackling the Parker Industries bullshit is gonna be harder#but it all culminates in beating the everloving shit out of Mephisto#Peter and MJ reunite and are once again best friends#and this one could be controversial but hear me out: Peter and MJ polyamorous relationship on and off w Felicia Hardy#since Harry is alive again (even though it’s stupid) maybe him too#things gradually fall back in place as they were before#Peter isn’t ‘dated’ bc he’s been around since the fucking 60s and he finally has a chance to grow up and be an adult again#and we focus on the other plethora of teen superheroes that are now around#bc Spider-Man may have been the first teen superhero but he doesn’t own it and the point of his character is not ‘youth’#listen. I’m so anguished every time I think about the comics.#I don’t want it to be destroyed I don’t want it to be irreparable#it sucks that any other marvel characters can keep running but Spider-Man is just going straight in the dumpster bc of idiots at the top
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gazelessmenagerie · 1 year
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Me, seeing dash art and I just..??
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anxiously-awaiting · 2 years
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You got the same eyes as your father And you carry the same kind of temper too
(close up minus shading under the cut again)
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capisback · 2 years
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I literally already hate him
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dontcallmeeds · 1 year
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that little motherfucker henry
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witski · 2 years
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im not gonna lie and say I wouldn’t want a season 2 but honestly, I am okay with just this. I am happy in my little gay corner
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dragscore · 2 years
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let's tell the truth, just for once, asking for an answer. now that it's all said and done, nothing really matters. // what will become of us all if we dare to dream at the end of the scene?
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satorena · 3 months
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❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ! ❞
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꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. g. satoru, f. toji, g. suguru, n. kento x afab!reader
꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. cybersex, camgirl!reader, facetiming, onlyfans account, dirty talking, usage of toys, reader wears lingerie, fingering, anal play, consented video taping, feminine pet names, let’s pretend toji has money okay? okay.
RENA’S NOTE. big shoutout to my dawgs @screampied ! would’ve suffered a bad writer’s block if not for them <3 ly pooks
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
“yeah baby~ fuck, arch your back just like that—shit!”
you complied to his request, moaning as you arch your back and push your hips backwards, deepening the angle of which your dildo penetrated inside of you.
from your facetime call, you faced the camera and propped your dildo to the wall behind you. you watched as your ass recoiled like waves, flesh bouncing off the wall in hypnotic motions, giving your boyfriend the pov he demanded at the start of this call.
you watched through your laptop screen as your boyfriend held his cock tightly with one hand, his other hand propped at the back of his head. his stomach clenched tightly as he matched your pace with his jerks. your wet squelches filled the atmosphere followed by your moans, arms stretched out to claw at the silk sheets on your bed.
“mmh—fuck baby, wish you were h-here right now,” you whine, bringing your fingertips to your lolled out tongue, coating the digits with your saliva, before slipping them between your thighs to focus on your neglected clit.
drawing figure eights to the bundle of nerves, your cheek smushed against the mattress, face heating and tears streaking down your cheeks.
bottom lip tucked in his teeth, gojo narrows his cerulean eyes to zero in on your figure, the sounds of your creamy pussy rocking back and forth on your dildo, your teary eyes watching him with such want— and fuck if he doesn’t wish this conference meeting overseas would end so he could blow your back out.
“i know, ‘m sorry— hah, princess,” he whines, thumbing his leaking slit as the hand behind his hair starts to grip at his own locks. the stinging feeling reminded him of you and it only turned him on further.
“just a f—few more days, yeah? and i’m all yours, promise baby, wait out for me,” he prods further, upset at the fact he has to reach out to you virtually. even behind the low quality of your camera, you shone like an angel sent from heaven, lashes wet with tears and your lips glistening from your smeared gloss.
you nod your head, before fluttering your eyes close as your gut begins to coil. your limbs grow hot and limp, toes curling and you up the pace of your rocking, the drag of the customized silicone dildo against your velvety walls stretching you in ways that reminded you an awful lot of your boyfriend.
“toru—fuck, i’m cumming!” you arch your back deeper, chest pressed flat against the mattress, fingernails scratching the softness of your sheets.
gojo had been on the brink of an orgasm eons ago, but he held back for you. to him, nothing beat busting a nut at the same time you did. his snowy white hair matted to his forehead, cheeks flushed a pretty red as he now focuses on his stiff cock with two firm hands.
he mimics circular motions you usually do, fighting to keep his eyes open as his orgasm washes over him just from the sight of your cries alone. your body shudders, your own orgasm washing over you from head to toe as you mewl out his name, spraying your juices all over the wall behind you and down your plush thighs.
your back arches outwards and you’re drooling all over yourself but gojo doesn’t think he’s seen anything prettier in his entire life.
“shit—oh fuck, cum for me princess, make a mess all over—ngh, yourself for me—my perfect fuckin’ girl.”
𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈���𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
“welcome back everyone~”
there was something terribly sinful in the way the girl currently clothed in skimpy lingerie, fingers rubbing at her pussy in lazy circles with a dildo to her lips, tip of the toy teasingly grazing at her pink tongue—was also the same girl toji paid money to babysit his kid whenever he was away at work.
toji was no good man. this was definitely wrong on many personal levels, but alas he was still a man, if the way his dick hardened painfully quick at the sound of your honeyed voice alone.
he shifts in his chair, leaning back into it as he palms his hard on through his sweats. he watches with narrowed green orbs as you finally swallow the silicone toy down your throat, the dildo lubed in your saliva whenever it came out of contact from your mouth.
“wishin’ it was your fat cock instead, mmh,” you swirl your tongue around the dildo, before arriving to the tip and latching your plump lips around it.
you simultaneously increase the speed at your folds, fingers soon growing sticky with your essence as the obscene wetness fills the room. you moan around the toy, spreading your lips for the camera while clenching around nothing.
dick long freed from his pants and tucked tightly in his fist, toji groans as he watches your pretty pussy flutter and basically beg for him to fill you up. he hacks up some spit and drips it down on his girthy length, before roughly going back to jerking at his dick.
“i wonder which one of my lucky viewers is gonna get to fuck me next live?” you breathlessly giggle, before lowering the dildo in your free hand to your gaping cunt.
your comments flood with praises and pleasantries, with money flowing in easily—anything to capture your attention and have you notice them. they’re desperate, toji thinks, but realizes he’s definitely no better—hands already moving to donate a much bigger sum than whatever pussydestroyer69 could ever offer you.
“ooh, four bills is a hefty amount,” you tilt your head to the side, your pretty lips stretched in a perfect smile. you giggle when the comments start to insult toji but he’s too far enamoured in the way your free hand now travelled to your breast, groping at the mounds and flicking at your stiff buds.
you return to the regular programming, pressing the tip of your dildo to your cunt, dragging it up and down your wet folds, teasing yourself with your legs spread open for the viewers to see.
“fuck— this feels amazing, mmh, ‘m sooo sensitive,” you whine, applying a small amount of pressure to slightly push the tip in but pull it back out.
this was torturous— your thong pushed to the side to reveal your puffy lips as it leaked your essence. toji let his mind run to how badly he wanted to taste you. he was sure you’d be as sweet as honey, a potent taste on his tongue, and the thought of you face down with your ass up, begging for him to eat you out had his balls tightening with eagerness.
“fuckin’ shit— what a tease.” toji grunts, throwing his head back as he rubs the callouses at his palms against his veiny skin. his hips jerked up in anticipation, feeling his limbs run hot while his thumb circled at his reddened tip.
“y’wanna fuck my gaping pussy? yeah, ‘m all wet and tight just for you— hnng, bet i’d have you cumming quicker than you ever had~” you taunt, and finally push the toy all the way in, moaning at the stretch of the toy at your pussy.
your toes curl and you tighten your hold at your tits, slowly thrusting the dildo in and out of your cunt, the slick sound of the friction enticing toji as he matches your pace, fanged teeth biting down at his bottom lip.
you pout your bottom lip, small whines escaping your throat as you fuck yourself desperately. “feels’good— shit, need you to fuck me daddy!”
call him delusional but he felt you spoke to him and not the rest of these bums, legs opened and pussy clenching down at the dripping toy, as your hips rocked upwards to try and meet the dildo for further pleasure.
the telltale of his dick twitching uncontrollably told he was on the brink of an orgasm, one that has him cursing incessantly and brings sweat to his hairline. he pries his eyes open, refusing to miss out on how your folds get abused by yourself, multitasking between thrusting inside and attacking your clit.
“‘m gonna cum daddy—please lemme cum—ngh!” you plead, and as if some force between the two of you is pulled, you spray your essence all over yourself, slick dripping down your sheets and wetting your lingerie, staining your panties soaked as toji calls out your name, hips bucking into his tight fist as ropes of hot cum are pulled out of him.
“there we go baby—damn, keep creamin’ just like that.”
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
“c’mon mama—don’t you let up, fuck, keep bouncin’ f’me.”
you whined some more, thighs aching and trembling from your consistent riding mixed with the added stimulation to your rim from your gifted anal plug. behind you was geto’s set up, computer camera propped as your back faced it, with geto seated at the edge of the bed.
hands planted firmly onto his chest, you stabilized yourself as you continued to rock your hips, dragging yourself up and down on his inches of dick, feeling his hardness stretch out your walls.
“sugu, ‘s too much— shit, want you to fuck me already!” you moaned, leaning your head downward to his broad shoulders, forehead slippery with sweat.
geto chuckled at your neediness, clicking his tongue as he lands a firm slap to your reddened ass. you all but moaned, hips moving back and forth as you clenched your mounds around his cock.
“but baby,” geto complains mockingly, slipping his hand in between your bodies and thumbing at your swollen clit. “y’wouldn’t wanna disappoint your fans, would ya?”
as he spoke, he glanced over your shoulder to check the comment section, as it was filled with numerous donations, praises as well as degradations. the more his viewers donated money to him, the quicker the toy plugged in your ass vibrated.
the triple stimulation had your brain gone to mush, your golden spot brutally toyed with as the foreign but pleasurable feeling in your puckered hole stretched it out, added with the circles at your bundle of nerves, sending shivers all throughout your body.
“uhn uhn,” you shake your head, all but against the idea of ruining his live stream simply because you were tired. more than anything, you wanted to cum, even if it had been in the most torturous way you could think of.
“that’s my good girl,” geto presses his lips at the crane of your head. his praise sends tingles in your belly, core licking with heat. his hands find their way to your ass cheeks, groping the soft mounds as encouragement, the actions causing a shift in the toy to be pushed slightly deeper inside of you.
“f-fuck—don’t do that, i’ll cum!” you complain, arching your chest into his, sensitive nipples brushing into his own.
the creamy mess at the base of his cock clearly accessible to the viewers sent a massive amount of money right into geto’s account and straight to your ass, as you jolted into his hold, clinging your arms around his neck.
“holy shit—one thousand?” geto asks breathlessly, followed by immediate more pinging indicating more donations. “you’re a hit baby—they fuckin’ love this pussy. too bad it’s all fuckin’ mine though, hah,”
you’re flattered by it all, and hit with a final wave of confidence before you’re sure the dam in your gut will snap, you push him back to lay on his bed. geto watches you with a cocked brow and smug smile, baby hairs messily framing his flushed skin.
“oh?” he asks, amused by the sudden turn of events. he never lets go of your hips, instead tightening his hold on you as you plant your feet to the mattress.
you hop up and down, his dick nearly slipping by how far up you rode him, with your palms pressed against the plane of his abs. feeling tears build up at your lash line, you moan and wail, dick penetrating deep into your cunt deliciously.
“fuckin’ ride this dick, ‘s all yours mama—shit, gonna make me cum all inside that pretty pussy, mmh. give it all t’me,”
it doesn’t take much between his constant praising, the slickness of your wetness around his cock and the additional vibrations to your ass to have you cumming hard around him. you clamp your walls down, momentarily pausing your riding as you let it take over your entire body.
geto comes through, hips bucking upwards to further your orgasm and you’re sure you momentarily blacked out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.
“what a pretty fuckin’ face baby, all mine. goddamn, ‘s too bad your biggest fan won’t get to see it— ain’t that right, satoru?”
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎
“k-kento—oh fuck daddy, ‘s so fucking deep!”
his wrist ached as he worked his way up and down his cock, tip throbbing an angry red. he watched himself hold your waist with one grip of his hand, the other propped up to film the lewd scenery, capturing you in all your glory.
nanami maintained a steady focus, pistonning into your cunt at a ruthless pace, a ruthless angle, and judging by the sound of your broken moans, he was thrusting into that spot that had you seeing stars and slurring your words.
on the screen showed you face down with your ass up, hands bind by his tie behind your back, face planted into his bed as he fucked into you passionately. your pussy gripped onto his cock greedily, sucking him in as the ripples of your ass bounced on his pelvis.
“my perfect girl, fuck, keep taking it just like that.” his large hand held at your waist firmly, bottoming out just to pull out all the way to where your lips latched at his tip, coating his dick in your creamy essence.
his hand made it to the top of his shaft, and when the screen presented him an erotic view of both your body fluids— semen, juices, sweat— sticking between both your damp skin, where you lowered yourself on his cock and where he pushed forward to fasten the process, his thumb grazed over his slit tauntingly, the same way he’s seen you done it dozens of times.
it’d never occur to him that watching himself plow into you would turn him on so, but you were so far away and he was immensely turned on.
his button down now unbuttoned, his chest heaved up and down as he panted heavily, sliding his other hand down to cup at his balls, the way you’ve done to him so many times. he winces at the feeling, dick painfully hard as it twitches in his hold.
“holy fuck— my perfect fuckin’ girl, shit.” he groans, narrowing his eyes to focus on the hypnotic sight that had his erection crying impossibly further.
the sight of you unable to do anything but take his dick like the slut you were made to be for him had him curling his feet and thighs tremble rather quickly. your fingers twitched as you begged him to free you, to let you touch him, but all that resorted to was your ass getting slapped for your disobedience.
“behave princess.” nanami warned you while rubbing his hand at the reddened skin, and you whined a ‘m so sorry daddy but obeyed nonetheless, and whatever kink triggered in nanami activated, as he jerked off faster, desperate to chase that release.
in the video, nanami pulled his dick out momentarily, causing you to cry out at your pussy’s emptiness. lowering the camera to your abused cunt, your pink walls gaped and clenched around nothing, practically calling out for him to fill the void. he chuckles behind his phone, before grabbing at his cock and lining himself at your entrance, teasing your folds by dragging his tip up and down before bottoming out again.
“fuckin’ hell, i need you right now,” nanami cussed, wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth around his cock instead of his own hand, to feel you clamp and suck him into your pussy, to have you squirt on his cock and still beg him for more despite your sensitivity.
between the pornographic sight of your cunt clenching down on his cock, your asshole winking at him, the recoil of your ass onto him and the sinful arch of your back, nanami soon painted his fist white in his cum, head thrown back as he was overtaken by an orgasm.
“damn it—shit, just like that princess—keep gripping onto me, gonna fill that pretty pussy full of my cum.”
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yes, gojo was the generous donator on geto’s live stream. pervert
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kissitbttr · 4 months
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flashing simon your titties in the middle of an argument
it’s the fourth time this week and he’s pretty much getting sick of your attitude.
whether it’s about the messy drawers, forgotten keys, not getting your fresh strawberries from the market and now, it’s about the new female recruit that seems to be enjoying flirting with your boyfriend and him not doing anything about it. of course you’re pissed! you’re allowed to.
“sweetheart” simon huffs out a sigh of annoyance, rubbing his hands all over his tired face. “for the fifth time… i wasn’t flirting with her”
a scoff escape your mouth. cocking one eyebrow while your arms are crossed over your chest. “i didn’t say you were. i said that bitch had her hands all over you and you didn’t do anything! she was batting her fake ass lashes at you too. jesus, her ass should got beat for that”
the sight of you getting pretty heated almost turned him on. almost. sure, you’re hot when you’re angry and usually he’d fuck you dumb to get that out of your system but this time? he’s far too exhausted.
“fuckin’ hell” he shakes his head in disbelief. “you know that’s not what happened. we were just talking.”
“i know what i saw-“
“don’t give me that!” simon exclaims, pointing his finger at you as he watches you give him a look of ‘oh you did not just do that’. “we were basically just talking, she was the new recruit. asking me about pointers.. and it was at the gala! what did you expect me to do?!”
you shrug casually, leaning against the kitchen counter. “poke her eyes with a fork”
“my god-“ he has to cut himself off before releasing a heavy sigh. eyes shutting briefly, head tilts to the back as he silently prays to whoever up there to give him enough strength to deal with you. “that would be illegal.”
“for you, maybe. i’d do it if you weren’t in my way.”
“that’s crazy” he answers, earning a look from you. “i didn’t say you are crazy! christ, woman!”
rolling your eyes, you huff. maybe you are overreacting but the thing is? you don’t want him to win. because in your head, you’re always right.
“so, what? you’re just going to let other female recruits feel you up too, huh? grab your biceps, twirl their hair when they look at you or maybe hey! you’d let them grab your dick too.”
“you’re unbelievable”
“me?! you are—“
“no! okay, you know what?! doll, i love you... i do so please never doubt me, yeah? but you can’t keep doing this, alright?! it’s not healthy! and if you—w-wait, what are you doing? wha-“
you lift your shirt up to flash him your naked breasts so he can shut up. and it worked. obviously. now, his eyes aren’t even looking at you but at his second favorite thing—after you— your lips stretch into a smirk when you see him freeze. jaw hanging open slightly.
“a-and you c-can’t” he gulps, becoming a stuttering mess as he struggles to maintain an eye contact. “c-can’t—like—just—fuck! this is unfair! what was i saying?!”
oh yeah, now you’re taking the W
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did this once with my ex and got fucked lol
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thexsilentxwordsmith · 3 months
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Cockwarming Simon as you two make out in his office.
From the request here
“I need it in ya, baby,” Simon gasps in between the breaks in your lips connection. “Just for a bit. Ya know ya fuckin’ want me in ya too.”
The tiny office is silent save for the deep groans and sharp breaths as Simon holds you close, you perched comfortably on his beefy thighs while he sits at his desk so that he can steal kiss after heated kiss, relishing in the feeling of your soft lips against his own. Rough hands run up the length of your back, following your spine over your shirt until they reach the back of your head where he uses them to draw your face in tighter until your mouth stings from the pressure. 
Sitting in the middle of his lap you can feel his cock poking against the cheek of your ass, pulsing and throbbing as it strains against the fabric of his pants. It’s no surprise what he needs; it’s the same thing he wants every time he calls you into his office for a “meeting” during your lunch break, which is becoming more and more frequent these days.
You are a very addictive problem, one that he is constantly losing himself in and making every excuse in the book to spend as much time wrapped up in that he can. A pretty thing like you, how is he supposed to keep his hands off? If that means setting up a quick make out session to get through the day, then he’s gonna make it happen one way or another.
“Have training in a bit,” you mutter as you break from his mouth just for a split second. “Don’t want to be late.”
He’s right back on you before the last beat of your reply can hit, not wanting to be parted from you for longer than needed. It takes a minute before he tries to reason with you again. “Not gonna be late,” he reassures. “But how the hell am I supposed to stay outta ya, hmm? Not when ya feel so fuckin’ good. Just want ya to warm me for a bit and then I’ll make sure you’re outta here with plenty ‘a fuckin’ time.”
His hand rubs along one of your thighs as the other is still tangled in the strands of your hair, not wanting to give you the chance to get away from the barrage of his lips. Fuck, it’s getting harder to think straight the longer his mouth captures yours in that tangled dance that he seems to be an expert in. You lean into his embraces a bit more and Simon is sure he has you right where he wants you now.
There is not a chance in hell you are going to deny him. “You better make it up to me later,” you say breathlessly and you can feel his lips upturn into a smile against your own.
The grip on your hair tightens as he gives it a sharp tug. “Take off your fuckin’ pants.”
That gravely, heavily accented tone sends a full shiver down your spine. No one can make a demand like that sound so fucking good, especially now that he’s made you delirious off his kisses alone.
The officers building is full of people today so privacy is near non-existent and though you know this is probably a terrible idea, you can’t be stopped. Helping you off his lap Simon sets you on your feet to the side of the desk, giving you the space to do what you need to do. He watches with hungry eyes as you undo the button keeping your bottoms secure; goddamn you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?
Adjusting himself, he sits back more in his chair. “Slower,” he demands firmly. 
Instantly your movements become measured as you take your time undressing while you keep those beautiful eyes directly on him. He doesn’t break eye contact at all; instead his hand slips down over his abdomen to the crotch of his own pants where he tugs at the fabric tenting there before massaging the spot as he watches your little striptease. Those unflattering uniforms keep all those voluptuous curves hidden from his view and so any chance he gets to see you out of them is a treat indeed. 
You drag the zipper down painfully slow, making sure to give him all the tantalizing he wants. As the front now hangs open, you slide your hands back to your hips where you slip your fingers into the waistband and begin to push them down until the top seam of the panties clinging around your hips are exposed. 
Eyes unblinking, breathing stayed, Simon is caught in the moment, his hand pulling up the hem of his shirt just over his navel so that he can fiddle with his belt buckle until he can pry the damned thing loose. He grunts as he has to roll his hips back so that he can slip his hand between the bulk of stocky muscle on his lower abdomen and the seam of his pants to get it off. The metallic clink rings out and he quickly undoes the rest, plunging his hand inside to pull out his cock so that he can palm it and give it a proper stroke as you continue on. 
Instantly you freeze as your eye catches that trail of sparse hair traveling down the line of his stomach below his belly button towards his member and your mouth begins to salivate and a hard, throbbing pulse between your thighs makes your legs feel like liquid. God, you are so down bad for your superior that it is bordering on pathetic the way that even that small patch of hair has you chomping at the bit.
Simon clears his throat as he catches your sight lingering and as you meet the glint in his eyes and the smirk on his kiss-raw lips, you refocus on the task at hand. These pants still have to go and time is of the essence. You continue on, pushing the fabric down over the curve of your ass to your thighs and then your ankles in the same slow fashion, only this time more unsteady as your heartbeat pounds. They hit the ground and those damned pants are finally off; there you stand before him in nothing but your panties.   
 “Off,” he hisses as his head nods down to the last article of clothing keeping you from being filled by him.
There’s heat bubbling in your cheeks now, making them flush, and though you are almost rendered dumb just from the tension alone there’s still a little fire in you yet. “What’s the magic word?” you ask with a good bit of sass. 
A chuckle escapes his mouth as his hand strokes harder around his dick; he does love a bit of cocky pushback, but make no mistake that that will be remembered for later. His mouth yearns to devour your lips again and he doesn’t want to wait any more than he already has, so he lets it be…for now. Leaning forward in his seat he reaches out and his large hand wraps around your wrist to pull you back to him.
“Keep ‘em on all ya fuckin’ want sweetheart, don’t need ya to take ‘em off for what I wanna do,” he groans as he grabs onto your hips and forces you to move yourself back on top of him straddling over his lap. 
Fair enough. 
You can feel his warm fingers twitching with anticipation as they move in between your thighs and up against your clothed sex before his digits hook themselves into the crotch of your panties and wrench them to one side roughly. The seam digs into that soft area at your upper inner thigh as you loosely wrap your arms around his neck while a hand on your hip aligns your body at the perfect spot over top of him. 
Holding the base of his cock, Simon pushes down on your hip and you don’t fight it. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl, now let’s get this in,” he praises as the tip pokes through your petals and against your entrance. A harder press on your body and his cock shoves its way inside, stretching you wide as it slips in and you whine inside your closed mouth as you struggle to take him in so quickly. 
“F-fuck,” he exclaims, his body shuddering as you come all the way down until you are once again sitting on his lap only this time with all of him thrust deep inside you. “Isn’t this better? Goddammit, this is where ya fuckin’ belong princess.”
His forehead comes to rest on your own, staggered breath being siphoned between the pair of your lips before he leans up into you and crushes your mouths back together in sloppy kisses that leave you with a yearning that situates itself deep in your core. Your mouth is like candy, sweet and addictive, and each brush of your lips against his own only makes him vibrate with a need for more. Long fingers find their way back to tangle in your hair to grip it hard as he smashes his face in until your features are molded together.
Those soft, supple lips are his to ruin and he will, by fuck he will. With each fiery embrace he lays his claim upon your mouth as if he wishes to bind your faces together so he never has to do without their euphoria. Without warning his strong, thick tongue parts your lips with ease and plunges fully inside your mouth to dance and twist with your own, filling the orifice to capacity as he shoves it down the back of your throat. 
You can barely intake air with your mouth full of his tongue, but it doesn’t matter. Suffocation feels like a dream when you are stuffed so overwhelmingly from above and below. Your pussy holds him tight, tight enough that the throbbing from the blood rushing to engorge his cock feels like he’s being stroked without any movement. Each throb has a visceral reaction and you can feel the wetness gathering by the second with every beat. 
The dizzying intensity of his kisses and the pulsating of his cock are too much and leave you clenching your thighs, squeezing him in the process as you cannot help rocking your hips, but that is dangerous territory. Simon is already teetering close to the razor’s edge.
“Don’tcha fuckin’ move,” he says with a sharp hiss of breath, wrangling your hips down square against his pelvis with a heavy grip so that you cannot shift them at all. “We don’t have time to do this proper, just need to feel ya to get through this fuckin’ day and then I’ll do it right later.”
There is desperation on his lips something vicious and it can be felt in the way his embraces become more aggressive; through the haze fogging your brain you instinctively know he is holding on by a thread. Doing as he says, you do your best to keep yourself still to allow his cock to soak in you just as he wants. 
Your arms around his neck tighten as you grip on to sanity and his hands travel back up your body to cradle your face between them. There’s nothing outside of the taste of your lips, the burn from the pressure of your mouths together, the throbbing from inside your tight pussy as it coats his cock in your nectar. It all becomes an insatiable blur as his mind numbs and he forgets everything else outside of the ecstasy of you. 
The longer he’s buried in you the more your walls swell to squeeze him tighter and he does not realize what is happening. Simon forgets that he is getting too worked up, succumbing to all that pleasure that he cannot stop his body from its more primal instincts. With each passing minute the tension from the coil knotting in his abdomen is drawing closer together, threatening to snap at any second and send him coming and coming hard. 
Eyes closed, mind gone, body so warm it feels like he is on fire, the feeling of your body driving him insane, it is all too much. That coil has tightened all it can and he finally becomes aware of it just as you accidentally rock your hips ever so slightly, but it is enough that there is nothing else he can do other than accept what is about to happen. 
“Fuck,” he groans against your parted lips as he realizes that he has miscalculated just how much he can take. “Ugh…fuck, baby.”
It’s too late, this cannot be stopped and at the last second he reacts. With a sharp, loud grunt he picks your hips up and rocks his own back to pull out of you just as he pops off. The sticky, warm emission spurts out of him with force and up onto his exposed belly, catching the bottom half of his t-shirt in its intensity. His lips lock to yours in an effort to keep the noise from those deep, guttural whimpers down as he rolls his hips, milking every last out of the aching tip that he can as you grind against it.
A couple of minutes pass before his pace finally slows and comes to a stop with nothing left to give as that swift flow of exhaustion floods his body. Those bruised lips unlatch from your own as he falls against the back of the chair to sit limp as he works to regulate his breathing. Being so worked up is something he is still getting used to, losing himself like that is not a problem he had before you came along. But no one has ever made him feel as if he’d been struck by a live wire before: all excitement whenever you are around.
Just one of the hazards of being with such a vixen.
There is still a pulsing in you that causes your body to continue to ache, but as your wandering eyes land on the watch around Simon’s wrist you see that there are only a few minutes left before you need to be in training and you still have to make it across base. Carefully, you get up off of him and make your way to your pants, redressing fast as those brown eyes cling to your every move.
“See what ya fuckin’ do to me, sweetheart? I’m a goddamn mess for ya,” he sighs as he watches you fix your soaked panties back into place before pulling your pants back on, sad to see such a gorgeous sight be concealed once more. 
“Seems like we have that in common,” you smile as you finish up and lean back into him, using his thighs as support as you give him one last, lingering kiss. You’re already gonna be late, might as well make it worth it. 
Simon wants you to stay, to have you for the rest of the afternoon, but he knows that duty calls and if he doesn’t tell you to go then it’s only going to get harder to leave. “Best get outta here ‘fore I change my mind and do somethin’ stupid to get us both in fuckin’ trouble,” he says with a nod of his head. “We’ll finish this up later, I swear.”
You lean in one more time for a short peck before turning tail and quickly making your way out of the office. Simon’s gaze lingers on your form until you exit and shut the door behind you, leaving him alone to deal with the mess he’s made of himself while his raw lips are already craving yours again. 
“She is a problem,” he chuckles to himself, “a very big fuckin’ problem.”
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baby put your back into it ๋࣭ ⭑
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☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji
☾₊‧⁺...a/n : idc idc i wanted something self-indulgent and want toji to call his wife 'ma'. hopefully it's good, it's been a long while since i have written anything so enjoy ☾
☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : you notice a slight change in toji...seems like his breeding kink reached the next level
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it didn't take long for you to notice something was different with toji. he would just...keep referencing families, babies, pregnancy...it was definitely weird coming from him.
"can you believe how expensive diapers are? if you ever had a baby, i'd just steal them, 'm not gettin' scammed for piss-'n'-shit-holders."
"...do you think you'd have a fat baby? jus' asking, 'cause you got some fat cheeks. and this time, I'm talking about the ones on your face."
"i hope you don't get gross cravings if you get pregnant. hot chips, peanut butter, and bacon? nah, wife or not, i'd beat your ass."
but everything really got worse when he started calling you that fucking nickname.
"hey, pretty ma."
"mmm, c'mon, ma, stay in bed with me longer..."
"fuck, you look so good under me like this, ma...can't wait to destroy that pretty cunt."
you didn't think too much of it, it was probably just toji being...toji. except, now? you realize exactly what's been plaguing his mind.
"you make me so fuckin' mad, y'know that," toji huffs, his fingers digging into the plush fat of your hips as he helps you fuck yourself on his thick cock.
you scoff, giving a little grind of your hips. the way he sucks in a breath and rolls his hips up into you made you grin; he talks so much shit for someone whose dick throbbed so much from that little movement.
"if i didn't make you mad, toj, you wouldn't have stuck around."
you don't give him the chance to give you a snide response before you climb off his lap and further up on the bed, giving the silent hint to switch positions. toji has to bite his tongue, shooting you a glare that makes you grin.
"you are insufferable, woman," he grumbles, coming to hold himself over you as he continues to glare down at you. toji sucks at pretending to be mad you, you think with a giggle, seeing need swirl in those pretty eyes of his. he slides his cock between your slick folds, cursing when it catches on your entrance.
just as toji is about to slide back in, you press your hand against his abdomen while your other hand wraps around the base. "ooh," he hisses, smirking down at you. "pretty wife's gonna put it in for me?"
however, it's clear he doesn't expect it when you begin to tug the condom off, eyes snapping up to you. oh, that absolutely adorable look on your face, brows furrowed together and embarrassment all over it...he felt himself twitch because of it. your usual cocky and smug persona seemed to have melted away.
"babe...what are you—"
"toji, do you wanna have a baby with me?"
the sudden question makes him freeze, his eyes widening with a mixture of shock and arousal. were you seriously asking him this now? as you fucking tugged the condom, making it slowly peel off his dick?
did you know there was no coming back from this?
"i'm being serious, fushiguro, give me an answer before i make you put a new condom on," you mutter shyly under your breath, the condom finally coming off.
he's snapped back to the present when he feels you rubbing his tip through your soaking cunt, little sighs leaving you when it brushes over your clit.
"...are you serious? hey, hey, look at me. you're not fuckin' with me right now, are ya? tell me. you really want t' have a kid with me?"
you finally make eye contact with him, that vulnerable look on your face making his heart race. you were too precious for your own good...god he was so fuckin' happy he wifed you up.
"yes, toji, i want you to make me a mommy. i...i-i want to start a family with you, okay? so stop asking me questions and jus—oh-!"
with no hesitation and no time to finish your sentence, toji slides himself inside, his hips flush against your ass as he groans your name. you're so fucking warm and wet, holy shit, he could cum just from having you wrapped around him like this.
"good god, you're gonna be the fucking death of me," he groans, leaning down to press a heated kiss against your lips. "i'm gonna ruin you, i'm goin' to fuckin' destroy you and this little cunt, you know that right?"
toji starts moving, setting a fast, deep, rough pace that makes his hot tip press against every part of you in ways that make your eyes roll back. "t-toj, w-waaait—!"
he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as he lifts your legs up, putting you into a goddamn mating press to stuff you full and you know you aren't going to make it out of this sane.
especially not when you keen at the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix.
"i can't, i can't wait, ma, i can't," he huffs into your ear, the room filling with the wet slaps of his balls smacking against your ass, the wet squelching of your needy cunt trying to suck his cock back in each time he pulls out.
"do you know what it fuckin' does to a man to hear his. fucking. wife. say she wants him to knock 'er up? huh? you don't d'you, baby girl," he asks into your ear, hips pounding hard against yours to punctuate each word.
all toji can think about is you, you getting round with his baby, you glowing so gorgeously, the way you'll out all cute, maybe get pudgy all over, all because of him...and everyone would know who did it.
"hoohmygod, listen to that pretty pussy," he hisses, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as his eyes flutter back into his head.
you can't help but hear it, it sounds so messy and sloppy, you just know you'll have to replace the sheets after this. but that's the last thing on your mind when he shifts forward just a bit, making your hips tilt up just a little more—
"oh my god, toji, t-toji, baby, don't stop, please," you practically sob, lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts as he hits that sweet spot so perfectly.
a cruel smirk breaks out on his face when he realizes he found that spongy spot inside you that makes you cream, leaning close and pressing his forehead against yours. "i know, i know, it feels good, doesn' it? yeah, you're such a slut for my cock, fuckin' milkin' it like a good girl," he coos to you condescendingly.
"w-we can't go back, toj," you whimper, your hands coming up to cup his face. you messily press wet kisses all over his face as you moan openly. "c-can't fuck with condoms anymore, it feels too good, baby,"
"shh, shh, mama, i got you," he reasures you, chuckling at how precious you are...telling him not to fuck you with condoms anymore? oh, he had no problem with that.
"'m gonna make sure i breed you nice 'n' deep, yeah? gonna get you pregnant with my baby," he coos, moving his hand between you both to rest on your stomach. "'m gonna fill you up...right here," he says with a devious tone before he presses down right as he pushes back inside of you.
"babyyyy, i'm cumming," you cry, digging your nails into his back as tears stream down your face. he didn't stop, still snapping his hips into you as you orgasm, feeling you squeeze him so fucking tight as he talks you through it, little phrases of 'that's it, keep cumming' and 'goooood, you're gettin' so wet, milk that cock, it's all for you' being huskily groaned into your ear.
but, when you think he'll stop, giving you a break...you realize he's not, he's not stopping, toji's still fucking you, and you glance down and see how you're creaming, your cum coating his cock in a milky sheen as you squeal, managing to get your legs off his shoulders to try and move up on the bed away from his unforgiving pace.
"tojiiii, 's too much," you huff, managing to move far up the bed enough that only the tip is inside of you...but toji isn't letting you get away that easily.
"nononono, don't run away, don't run away from me, mama." he follows you up the bed until you are trapped between him and the pillows messily pushed against the headboard.
"don't run, c'mon, get back on my cock, tha's it," toji rasps, his voice making you shiver. he sounds so desperate, so unhinged, so needy. he looks so good like this, you think, mewling when he pushes back inside.
"there she is, good girl, lettin' me breed her cunt."
your insides are getting turned into mush, and, fuck, was he going deeper? you nodded your head, but you didn't even know why, it jsut felt right, felt so good, you were gonna cum again—
"i need to fuckin' breed you," he practically whines, toji's eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on chasing his end, your sticky cunt driving him fucking mad. soon, he'd be cumming inside of you, filling you up, his hot, thick cum getting sucked right into your womb by your desperate pussy...
"shit, fuck, doll, let me cum in you, let me empty my balls inside of you, i want it so fuckin' bad, mama, let me make you my pretty pregnant wife, please, let me give you a baby—"
he was rambling, eyes snapping open as he tried to glare at you but you just moan when he made eye contact. he's trying sohard to seem angry, but he's not, he's melting in your walls, eyes begging you to let him paint them white, to try and knock you up.
you nod again, rapidly to the point you get dizzy, hands grabbing his biceps and squeezing hard. "toji, don't you, hhf, waste a fuckin' drop, or i swear to god i will t-tie you up and milk you until you are shooting blanks, give me your fuckin' baby—"
"—fuckin' shit, babyyy, i'm cumming, fucking take it, take it, take my cum into that pretty little cunt-!"
the groan that he gives you is loud and needy, dropping down to messily kiss you as he pounds into you in deep, hard thrusts trhough his orgasm. you shudder violently at the feeling of thick, hotness filling you up from the inside. it's so much, you can tell it's not all gonna fit, feeling some of it messily spurt out of you as his thrusts grow lazier.
"thank you, baby," you softly coo, thankful for both the break of overstimulation and the pleasant feeling of being so full. he nearly collapses on you, holding himself up with his forearms as he pants, catching his breath as you kiss all over his face, waiting for him to come back to you.
eventually, he sits up, a hand running through his messy hair as his other one stays on your waist, stroking it up and down, taking in the view of you catching your breath against the pillows he cornered you against.
...you're so so pretty.
"shit...ah, damn, you're a mess," toji mutters to himself, looking between the two of you. it's a filthy mess, a mixture of your cream and the thick cum that couldn't stay inside. hell, he doesn't think he's ever cum this much in one go before. "mmmn...it looks pretty though," he says with a proud smirk. he did that to you, after all.
as he goes to pull out of you, toji's shocked by the way you manage to gain the strength to flip him onto his back...just that single move had him twitching back to hardness inside you as wide eyes looked up into your mischievous ones.
"don't pull out, yet, toj...just one more time? just to make sure it takes?"
an almost evil smirk breaks out on toji's face as he digs his fingertips into your ass, hard enough that it'll leave marks.
"shit, i knew i married the right fuckin' woman. come on, baby girl, let me see you fuck me stupid. let's make sure i give my wife what she wants.
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POSSESSIVE EREN if he thought y/n was trying to break up with him but really she just needed some space for a little?
TELLING POSSESSIVE! EREN YOU NEED A BREAK
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“ren .. can i talk to you?” your questions hangs in the air as your boyfriend ignore the words, opting to play on the video game on the television screen in front of him.
“gimme a minute babe.” he says, glancing over to you once before going back to the game. he curses at connie over the mic before smashing the buttons on his controller rapidly.
“ren—” you try again, voice weary as you interrupt his stupid game. he yells at connie some more before as you stand there, looking stupid.
“eren i think we need a break.” your words combined with the use of his full name has your boyfriend pulling off his headphone. ayou watch them fall to the floor as he rises up out of his chair. eren’s pretty lips pull into a pout, combined with the confused look on his face you can he tell he doesn’t know what to think.
“what?”
“we need a break ren .. i just—i need a break.” you say weakly, eyes fighting to stay trained on your boyfriend. you know much he value eye contact while conversations, and despite wanting a little break from him .. you still want to make him happy by doing it.
“so .. what—where is this coming from y/n?” he says, voice rising slightly. you shake your head, slightly backing away from your boyfriend as you inhale a shaky breath.
“i already packed a bag, and i’m gonna stay at annie’s for a couple days. i—”
“no you’re not. you’re not going anywhere.” eren speaks, his tone is dark and menacing as his green eyes darken when they zero in on you. it’s as if his eyes look through you, this is why you hate looking at eren .. he makes it so hard. you feel like he’s staring on purpose to make you look away.
and it works, after a beat of silence replaces your words you look away from your boyfriend. immediately you hear him scoff loudly.
“what, you can break up with me .. but you can’t even fuckin’ look at me?” your boyfriend’s harsh words have you looking up quickly as you shake your head.
“baby, m’ not breaking up with you. i just need a break. i still love you. i always do—” you try to say, but your boyfriend’s hands dart out and grip your wrists roughly.
“who is it, huh?” he asks, backing you into the wall behind you. you shake your head in confusion, lips pulling into a frown at the question.
“who’s been fuckin’ you behind my back so much that you need a goddamn break?” he asks, and the bizarre question has your eyes widening.
this is exactly why you wanted a break. eren is in short terms .. crazy. he jumps to conclusions, he extremely obsessive and possessive over you and sometimes it’s just too much for you to take.
“m’ not fucking anyone eren, i swear .. i love you.” you words fall on deaf ears as your boyfriend shakes his head as you speak, not even listening to what you’re saying.
“why are you tryin to fucking leave me then?” he questions, letting go of your wrists. after you don’t answer your boyfriend’s question he places his hands at your waist, gently rubbing the skin of your hips peeking through eren’s blue pajama shorts you had on.
your brain is starts to grow fuzzy as your heart pounds when eren gentle fingers pulls the pajama shorts down. he exposes your bare cunt to the cold air .. even letting out a whistle when he realizes you hadn’t been wearing any panties.
“break” his ass…
“eren .. d-don’t ..” you whimper, trying to push him away. your grip is weak, and all it takes are a couple touches from eren’s greedy fingers to have you whimpering needily.
“don’t what? s’ not my pussy anymore, huh? s’ that what you’re saying?” he asks, and your eyes widen as eren puts words into your mouth .. a tactic he had done all the time during your relationship.
“i didn’t say that. ren please.” you try to say, but eren’s fingers grip your thighs, parting them for his greedy eyes despite your weak protests to see the beads of slick dribbling out of your cunt.
“you, n’ my pussy aren’t goin’ anywhere.” he speaks before flattening his tongue, licking up a stripe against your clit. on instinct, your fingers fly into eren’s dark hair as your mouth falls open.
his tongue curls, flattens and fucks it’s way through your pussy, and he adds a finger before his plump lips latch onto your clit, beginning to suck the sensitive bud harshly as you begin to whimper out from the stimulation.
“oh, fuckkk.” a soft moan slips from your lips as he adds another finger into the mix, pushing the digit through your slick walls to accompany the first one and curling it against the soft pad of your g spot.
“yeah? that’s nice hm?” eren teases, watching your eyes almost go crossed as he pushes his fingers down onto the soft spot that has your brain turning into straight mush.
“m’ gonna cum, ren ..” you whimper, eyes almost closing as your orgasm hit you like a truck. in response, eren speeds up his ministrations .. tongue greedily lapping all the slick he gets from that pretty pussy gushing cum on him.
“i c-can’t ..” your words come out broken as your legs finally give out. eren stops just in time to catch you and gently place you onto the soft carpet beneath you.
“shit..” you sigh out, trying to breathe through the hard orgasm you’d just had. eren watches you with an unreadable expression, lips glistening from your cum and his eyes dark. he looks so fucking hot right now.
“get on your hands and knees f’ me pretty.” he tells you, and your eyes widen at his tone. it’s endearing but hard, which isn’t rare for your angry and possessive boyfriend .. but it was something about tonight, tonight felt so different.
“ren i can’t .. i—” you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm from earlier. you don’t know if you could even go another round, you literally had no energy in your body.
“get on your hands and knees before i make you, y/n.” he says, his words leaving no room for any argument whatsoever. but you of course, seriously don’t have any energy in your legs. they feel fucking numb, burning slightly from standing so long.
“i can’t,” you whimper stupidly, and immediately your boyfriend kneels onto the floor. he roughly grabs your waist, pushing your back down into an arching position swiftly, he had absolutely no problem maneuvering you like you weighed nothing.
“thought i trained you better than this, y/n.” he speaks angrily, and you hear the sound of him shuffling around. his hands move from your waist and you stupidly try to look back at him, earning a hard slap on your ass in response.
“eyes ahead.” he harshly snaps, hard palm coming down on your ass again. your head snaps forward and you close your eyes when eren presses the tip of thick cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down to collect all that sweet pussy juice gushing from your slutty cunt.
he rubs it against your slick walls, letting out a sigh when he gently pushes the tip in through the tight ring of muscles greeting him. his cock slides in slowly, so agonizingly slowly it has your brain going dumb. eren lets out a low groan from above you as he pushes his hips forward, driving his cock deeper, and deeper into your wet walls to bottom out.
“you let someone else fuck this pussy? s’ that why you’re so loose?” his voice is slightly angry and his mean words are laced with venom to match. you shake your head, eyes watering at his degrading words as eren’s hand presses onto your back again, arching your back.
“i didn’t! ren i swear!” you cry out, when he grabs the back of your neck with his other hand. eren fingers dig into your throat as he snaps his hips up, and they meet yours with a loud slap! sound.
“why are you tryin to fuckin’ leave me then y/n? why are you tryin to take my pussy away from me?” his tone is raspy and needy as he asks the question, it’s laced with possessiveness and manipulation and of course … you fall for it
“m’ not, baby i swear!” you whine, and you feel eren’s hand apply pressure to your back in response, pushing you farther and farther down into an arching position as he drives his cock in and out of your slick pussy walls. each time he pushes down on your back, you take his dick a just little bit deeper in that slutty cunt.
SHLOP!SHLOP! SHLOP! the sound of eren’s balls slapping up against your slicked up cunt have you going dumb, your painted toes beginning to curl as you feel your abdomen clench so hard it begins to hurt.
“y’ gonna give it to jean?” he asks, a teasing tone to his voice. to par with his words, his dick drives deep into your cunt, creating a loud slick sound.
“gonna give it to armin?” a hard snap of his hips have your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock head begins to hit your cervix now. after the other harsh orgasms you’d had, it was so much .. so much at once.
“gonna fuckin’ give my pussy to reiner? huh? who are you gonna give my pussy to y/n?” another harsh slap from his hips have your fingers curling up into fists as your boyfriend fucks you mercilessly.
any words you want to say instantly die on your on tongue when eren’s hand comes down on your ass with a loud slap! and the impact stings before he delivers another, then another, then another until your ass is practically red and swole.
“answer me, you fuckin’ bitch.” his hand comes down the hardest it ever has in a loud SLAP! eliciting a loud shriek from your raw bitten lips. the dirty words echo in your head as your pussy tingles, abdomen clenching softly.
the brunette can’t help the smirk that pulls at his lips when he sees your eyes roll back, every snap of his hips eliciting beautifully slutty reactions from you and god .. you were fucking tightening around him again.. are you about to cum again?
“answer me,” eren speaks, practically fucking you into the floor when you don’t give him an immediate response to his question. his hips don’t cease their movements, instead increasing 2x in their speed and force. his balls slap up against your ass from each thrust, hips knocking against yours in loud slaps as your face practically is pushed into the soft carpet, your brown eyes now watering with tears of pleasure.
“nobody r-ren! s’ yours!” you scream before your cunt flexes. your body goes rigid as a small spurt of cum wets eren’s dick. he lets out a gruff moan, eyes threatening to close when your cunt deliciously clenches tightly around the girth of his cock. it has his hips stuttering slightly, but he’s not fucking done with you yet.
eren pulls his cock out of your sloppy pussy, taking notice of the string of slick connecting his cock head to your cunt. he watches as your slutty pussy clenches around nothing, and you let out a quiet breath of air as your body slightly trembles from the second powerful orgasm you’d just had today.
“come here,” eren speaks, and you look behind you. you see his arms are outstretched, and he beckons you to him with a stoic expression. your legs tremble as your stand up, eyeing the still-hard cock in front of you.
“come sit pretty,” his tone changes to that of a sweetly endearing one, beckoning you over to sit on his cock. your hands find a place at his shoulders, and you keep your eyes on your boyfriend’s as he helps line you up with the head of his dick.
it gently stretches your tiny cunt out as you sit down, down until his balls press against the rim of your ass. your eyes flutter closed as you accommodate to the fullness that you feel, it’s so delicious. your fingers curl up eren’s shirt in your tiny hands and his hand gently rub over your the burning skin on your ass, paired with gentle kisses placed on your neck your heart begins to flutter softly.
“talk to me pretty, tell me why you wanna leave me.” his words are gentle as he speaks them out, and his hands gently bring your hips up and down onto his slicked up cock, still hard and swollen.
“just needed a break. s’all.” you say softly, eyes opening when eren presses another soft kiss to your collarbone. the gentleness of his touches and kisses have your brain going crazy, you’re turning into putty in his hands after every orgasm. and right now, you’re just how he wants you … pretty and fucked out for him to have.
“stay baby. we can talk it out yeah? you don’t need to go anywhere.” your brain turns into mush at his sappy words, paired with the way he’s fucking his cock up into your overstimulated cunt it has your moral compass teetering right over the edge.
“i .. ren, i don’t—” you’re cut off with a soft kiss from your boyfriend, and his hand gently caresses your sore ass as he fucks his swollen cock up into your wet walls, eyes closing when he tastes those pretty lips against his.
“don’t leave.” he speaks onto your lips, pulling away with a soft look on his face. your body feels warm, head spinning and skin tingling as eren brings your hips down, dragging his cock up your pussy walls. each gentle thrust has your brain growing foggier and foggier, long dark lashes fluttering as your eyes threaten to close from the stimulation.
you fight to keep your eyes open, looking at your boyfriend who’s green eyes are glazed over in lust. he lays another kiss onto your lips, moaning when you kiss him back a little more passionately.
“you know i need you here pretty, ‘don’t know what i would do if you left.” he speaks against your lips, eyebrows furrowing as his abdomen flexes when your cunt tightens around him from his soft spoken words. your arms wrap around eren’s neck as he brings you up and down, up and down on his cock, fucking you slowly and gently as he coos pretty praises into your ear.
“tell me you’re staying pretty girl. i need to fuckin’ hear it.” eren’s voice is so soft and tantalizing as he speaks into your ear. your entire body trembles as your abdomen clenches from the third orgasm that night.
“m’ stayin ren—fuck.” your eyes flutter closed as you cum, cunt flexing around the girth of your boyfriend’s cock gently and slowly driving in and out your sopping walls. this orgasm has your body trembling, eyes clenching closed hard as eren rock your hips, fucking you through the powerful aftershocks of your orgasm.
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