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taystrash · 3 months

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Choso-pls just once ugh 😩🙇🏽‍♀️

Imagine how much stamina jjk men has during sex, can you please make this a multi headcanon?😭😭

❛ RIDE IT LIKE YOU OWN IT! ❜

geto, toji, gojo, choso, sukuna. rating the jjk men stamina and how long they last.

warnings. mdni. fem! reader, multiple órgasms + rounds, dirty talk, praise, doggy, full nelson, daddy kink, unprotected s*x, pussydrunk men, breath play, squirting, breeding kink.

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☆ GOJO

without question, gojo could last for hours. many, many rounds. you’d be so drunk from his cock that by this point his moans start to grow even louder than yours.

“f-fuck, the way you fuck back against me,” he’d groan, his bottom lip pokes out before he’s got a mean grip on your hips. you’re just being drilled by this point from his dick, your head thwacking and hitting back and forth against the cushioned mattress. he’s so whiney, huffing and puffing as his eyes stared right at the mounds of your ass. you’d be slamming back into him, and your ears just ring from each individual spank he gives you. “how long ‘s been, baby—? gettin’ tired yet?”

“no,” you’d moan, and he’s buried balls deep, its like fatigue for him just wasn’t real. entirely nonexistent. gojo pivots his hips, rolling it against you while skimming his thumbs against your waist and you whine. “don’t s-stop.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he groans, and he feels the warmth of your feet wrap around his calves—you were speechless, mouth dangling open as he’s thrusting deep deep into you. “princess, y’know what you can do for me?” you swallow, feeling gojo lean in right up against your ass, one hand clinging onto your hip, another going between your legs. “play with yourself for me. remind me how much of a messy girl you are.”

“okay..” you’d whine, dragging a hand amidst your legs.

you wince at bit at the feeling of your thin panties sticking against you. gojo made you keep them on, lazily just pushing them towards the sides of your legs, all because he couldn’t wait. impatient.

whenever gojo would come home from day long missions, he’d give you bedroom eyes almost instantaneously. and you knew what that meant.

“s-satoru,” you’d babble, rubbing a few fingers against your clit, he’s got your head pressing into the mattress so good — small noises of surprised squeaks elicit from your throat. he made sure the arch you had was simply immaculate. your pussy continuously clenched around him, the girth of him easily stretching throughout your cunt. “fuckkk, fuck, right there.”

gojo gets off from your pleasure, and as he stares at your jerking body, he quickens his pace a bit more before uttering out a soft,

“oh…s-shittt,” and that’s when he feels you tighten up for a second. gojo’s breathing starts to pick up, thighs aching, and he knew exactly what was preparing to build up. “baby, fuck when…when you grip down on me like that ‘m gonna c-cum again.”

and he’s serious, deadly.

his base unremittingly whacks against your slick little entrance. your fingers were barely doing any sorts of stimulation because all the attention was going straight towards gojo’s mean rich thrusts. “damn, ya always jus’ milk me every—every fuckin’ time,” and as he spoke, he made sure to match his words with his hits against your cunt. “c-can’t stop ‘cause this pussy won’t let me.”

strands of spit trickled down the corners of your lips due to your mouth being open and you moaned, feeling gojo push you up—you’re matching his lewd rhythmic pace before he lets off a sharp gasp, dumping another load into you.

“g-god, you…you always know how to make a mess out of me,” he shudders, feeling every inch of his body grow staggeringly hot. such lengths of ropes — his cum fueled you up, it was sticky and you craved for more. gojo’s breathing was irregular, and yet he still wasn’t tired.

after all….he was the strongest.

so that meant, going again and again. even if that meant going all day, because one of gojo’s favorite things was to train your pussy, you.

☆ TOJI

his stamina would be equivalent to a horse. when toji fucks…he fucks.

“nah, don’t run now, y’er the one who’s been begging for me to give this pussy attention,” he’d gruff, and your tongue was just lolled all the way out — dragging and scraping against the fabric sheets of the bed.

toji treated you like a rag doll. you’d be pushed up against him, and he’s got you in full nelson. thick cock driving right into your cunt. you find your legs being all up in the air and you’re just whimpering frenetically.

“nasty girl. made me stop doin’ my sets jus’ to fuck ya. ‘oughta be ashamed of yourself,” and then you moan, feeling him pin his beefy arms around your neck to hold you gently in place. “got anythin’ to say? did all that talkin’ ‘n now y’er just radio silent. shame.”

“n-no,” you moaned, and you felt your knees buckle. toji’s fat cock buried deep against your walls, he hit everywhere, even the spots you didn’t even know existed. you were just dumbly bouncing on his lap — tongue stupidly rolled out with your breath hitching. “fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, daddy.”

“who?”

you grew sub substantially quiet, the only sounds running out of your mouth were your quiet shaky breaths.

toji’s got you in a firm safe headlock, softly bringing a hand to squeeze against your right tit, another toying against your slick entrance before he slyly murmurs against your ear, “aw. no back talk now? tell me what you jus’ called me, baby. or you won’t get to cum on me.”

chest heaving, you swallowed whatever pride you had left, shifting your hips a bit to feel how deep he was stuffed into you before you whined. “i-i called you daddy.”

“yeah you did,” he chuckles with a low rasp, sheer bass coating his tone entirely. you felt so small. he’s so strong, lifting you up and down to just buck and jolt on his fat cock—skin sharply ricocheting against his thigh each time you make directly contact.

“you don’t gotta be shy around me, doll,” he mutters, fingers softly curling around your neck. you were pressed up against his chest and toji slows you down with one hand attached to your hip.

another swiftly gets ahold of your chin before he slips a middle finger right into your mouth. he lowly guffaws, feeling you suck on it before replying, “i’ve always liked my women a little nasty for me.”

for a brief second, you were in the midst of catching your breath.

exhaling a low sigh against toji’s pecs that you laid on. he showcases a snarky grins, pressing a kiss against the left side of your neck. “oh come onnn, don’t tell me your legs gave out already,” and then he starts to rub against your clit again. you gasp, moaning before he also gives it a playful spank. “baby, it was only like what . . six rounds? damn, guess you really are a weakling.”

☆ SUKUNA

“…woman, you—you’re so foolish,” he groans, and the curse laid back with a clenched jaw, tightened pecs, and a left hand stuck against your left hip like glue. “keep fuckin’ me like that and ‘m gonna get you pregnant.”

“get me pregnant then,” you whine, leaning in to kiss him.

sukuna grunts, bringing the left temple of your ass a rough spank before he returns the kiss. he glides his tongue alongside yours, warm breath colliding with your own. your tongue slides near his fangs and he lets off a soft groan the more you grind your hips forward towards him in such a way.

after a while, he pulls back before staring at you. his hair was messy and ruffled.

beads of sheeny sweat race down the sides of his forehead before he breathes, “you’re so stupid,” and he traces both of his thumbs against your ass, watching your cunt swallow his thick inches wholeheartedly. “course you want that. you want me to fill you again, princess—?”

“yeah, that’s why i t-told you to get me pr—”

“watch your fuckin’ mouth, little girl,” sukuna chastised, kissing the fat of your ass with another spank. “don’t forget who you’re speakin’ to.”

just as you were about to roll your eyes, you gasp once he reaches a certain sensitive spot. shortly afterwards ; you whine from the incoming sting before you rock your hips at a much more hastened pace.

it’s probably been hours, and of course, sukuna had stamina for hours, days . . perhaps years, after all it is sukuna.

you’d be lucky that he didn’t break your pussy with his thick cock. just him easing his way inside of you, aligning himself gently just so it’d be easier that way—yet you still felt every ambrosial sweetened inch. “f-fuck ‘kuna,” you’d whimper, gradually slowing your hips down.

his jaw clenches again, and his eyes linger down to witness your hips, its rotating against him in such a sloppy slow way—you grind against his lap in response and it makes his head spin.

“d-damn,” he’d swallow, and that was probably the first time you’ve made sukuna stutter. your pussy gripped around him tightly, so much force that it made your ears ring and pop. “got so much cum to flood into your nasty cunt, better be grateful ‘n take every drop,” and then his voice pitches once he brings you closer towards his face with a cold grimacing glare. “wipe that fuckin’ smirk off your face.”

“make me.” you giggle, leaning in to kiss the left side of his lip.

yet you regret even saying that because within a blink of an eye — sukuna’s already got you flipped over on your stomach. he’s already preparing to jostle his hardened dick right back into you where it belongs. “i’ll fuckin’ make you,” and then he kisses his teeth, watching you teasingly wriggle your ass from excitement before growing quiet once he finished his words. “let’s see you take both of my cocks since you wanna be all big ‘n bad, whore.”

☆ GETO

his stamina comes out of nowhere . .

you’d end up teasing geto a bit too much and he just takes it out on your pussy. until the room’s entire smell is filled with nothing but a sweetened mixture of your natural scent of his lavished cologne scent that went against your nose each time.

“fuckkk, we gotta work on this arch of yours, baby,” geto chuckles.

you’re on all fours, staring at how dumb you look in the reflection of the mirror.

geto’s propped up behind you with the smuggest grin on his face, watching your body practically go limp—you moaned, feeling each ridge and edge of his cock prod against the insides of your pussy. he studies the curve of your ass with a toothy grin before using one hand to caress your hip, guiding you with the suaveness of his voice. “bend all the way back for me, yeahhh.”

his voice went so low, it made you throb. geto could do doggystyle on you for hours on end. until his legs would cramp up — but even then, he’d be too pussy drunk to halt. just a few seconds insides your gummy walls, he might as well be living in there at that point.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d moan, the thin sheets of fabric shocking against your perky nipples.

“don’t suguruuu me unless you’re about to cum, princess,” he whispers. his voice was soothing, yet so dirty. whenever he spoke to you like that, in such sass, it never failed to make you throb. he knew how to get under your skin each time and you hated it.

but at the same time . . it turned you on, and geto of all people knew that. he’s so deep, pumping you full of inches to where you’re just inanely bouncing against the spring mattress. “and you’re not about to cum yet, are ya?”

“n-no,” you’d whine, and he smiles at the subtle faint frustration in your tone. by this point, geto’s doggystyle turned into prone bone. he’s all up and pressed against your ass. such ruthless vigorous thrusts against you, you’re drooling for more of his bulky girth, more of his inches.

geto mocks the disappointed pout you had, and you saw through the mirrored reflection. he was such a tease. “exactly, baby” he purrs before giving the back of your tank top a slight tug—you bump up against him and the very tip of his cock kisses your g-spot. you moaned loudly at the feeling of how snuggly fit inside before you feel geto spill a thick load right into your pussy. “f-fuck, but i am..”

☆ CHOSO

with choso, it’s safe to say you probably wouldn’t be walking in the morning.

he’s sweet and gentle, yet once you whine to him how you want him to be a little bit more rough for once — he complied almost immediately.

“okay, okay,” he sibilates through gritted teeth, and choso would gently pick you up, in preparation to fuck you that way. he’s sweet and tender, choso realigns himself before your arms sling around his neck and he grunts hearing the squelching ‘pop’ your pussy hummed. “don’t look at me like that, ‘m trying..”

you giggle, cupping his face to kiss the top of his nose and instantly. choso’s face grows flustered. yet his entire demeanor changed once he was balls deep, fucking you while standing up as if he wasn’t just so timid and apprehensive a literal moment ago.

“oh my goddd,” you’d whine, feeling big hands of his rub against your waist. his touch was so gingerly, grazing down your spine with a few simple fingers. his dick went deep—you panted, and choso’s ears heat up once he heard your moans directly next to his ear. “riiight there, choso. f-fuck me there.”

“praise me m-more, princess,” he mewls, his head throws back as he holds you up. you clamp down on him so good. strings of your own slick and droplets of his cum from previous rounds going against his base . . choso’s struggling to keep his eyes open. “fuckin’ sloppy, so—good,” he huffs, and you’re just slamming back down against him in the process. “tell me how good ‘m doin’ for you, please.”

as you bounced against him, your breath hitched before you snuck a kiss against his lips. “you’re doing great, baby.”

“—yeah?” he pouts. you were so warm inside, it made his head swell. choso was so lenient yet so needy for more of your praises. he’d eat them up every time. just hearing you whisper in that sweet soft voice of yours that he was making you feel good. he didn’t care if he finished - he cared whether you finished, and that was more than enough to satisfy him.

“yeah.” you reply, and he finally returns the kiss, its more sloppy than usual. his tongue breezily brushes against yours, he moans right into your mouth before he feels himself starting to bottom out.

choso’s so vocal, letting off such the sluttiest moans and whimpers into your mouth—you remain with your arms wrapped around him, jerking up and down against him as he’s got you. “f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling his thighs ache before he shifts his heels a bit. a few steps and you’re pinned right up against the wall.

shaky legs of yours snake around his waist before he hears you let off the most candied moan, more so… an orgasm. he didn’t even know you were close, and yet he looks down once he feels your entrance soak all over him.

choso pants, still carrying you before murmuring in a hoarse reticent voice, “d-did you just squirt?”

you’re in the middle of catching your breath before your bottom lip quivers. useless legs dangling alongside his waist before you huff out a shaky breath. “y-yes.”

“oh,” he murmurs before staring into your eyes, “can you do it again?” he pouts, and he’s still buried to the hilt inside of you—you let off a soft noise once choso brings you close to his chest, licking against your ear before whining off a needy, “…please?”

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Tay // 22 // Trying this writing thing again

If you’re interested, you can find me here

Previous Blogs:

IOAMB (kpop: bts, monsta x, got7, skz…)

Imagination-of-a-thirsty-weeb (anime: hxh, haiikyuu)

Imagination-of-a-fandom-slut (tv shows: teen wolf, tvd, twd…)

Masterlists, if you would like to see what’s in store:

BTS

Got7

MonstaX

How it started:

I started writing when I was 10, One direction had just debuted and I was in love. They’re how I discovered fanfiction. I never actually wrote for them myself, seeing no shortage of content for members x reader, or members x members, so I looked elsewhere. I started to get into Viners, YouTubers, and Magcon boys and I started writing for them instead. People loved it, I made au gif sets, and I honestly loved the interactions with the fics and between I and my readers. I would write day and night, hurting my shoulders, changing positions, at school thinking of writing, scribbling ideas down here and there. I abandoned that blog for another and that for another and that one to stop writing all together. All my blogs are still up and running, I’d take Teen Wolf requests on one, SKZ on another but I want THIS blog to be a truly multi-fandom blog. I tried to categorize everything, anime into one, kpop into another, I want access to everything all in one. So bear with me! I’m working to get it together! I’m excited to see what the future brings and even more excited to finally get to write again.

REQUESTS

They are open!

I currently am only going to pick back up a few fandoms, SKZ, HxH, and Teen Wolf. I will be writing for new shows such as JJK, AOT, BSD and Demon Slayer.

DISCLAIMER (not to be rude, mean, or mistaken)

I am a smut writer. I like rough, nasty, demeaning, aggressive sex and I will write about it! Please, be warned! Please, do not lecture me about it, you can find fluff, angst, and softer smut elsewhere, OR you can request it and I’ll write that for you and your tastes. I’m not here to judge and I hope no one judges me. I know it can’t be helped but I’m a nasty bitch and I want to be with other nasty bitches :((

Character List:

JJK

Sukuna

Gojo

Geto

Nanami

Shoko

Mei Mei

Toji

Choso

Mohito

Todo

Demon slayer

Giyuu

Rengoku

Muzan

Akaza

Obanai

Gyomei

Sanemi

Tengen

Kokushibo

Doma

Hantengu’s four demons

HxH

Hisoka

Illumi

Razor

The Phantom Troupe

Silva

BDS

Dazai

Fyodor

Akutagawa

Atsushi

Fukuzawa

Ranpo

Poe

Kunikida

Chuuya

Oda

Ango

Francis Scott

Tachihara

Juno

Sigma

Nikolai (clowns are sexy I swear)

Fukuchi

AOT

Eren

Armin

Connie

Jean

Floch

Levi

Erwin

Hange (will be written as they/them, you can decide whether it’s amab or afab.)

Sasha

Mikasa

Reiner

Teen wolf

Stiles

Scott

Parrish

Sheriff Stilinski

Melissa

Liam

Theo

Brett

Derek

Peter

I’ll write for every member of Stray Kids!!

Smut Games:

Feel free to pick a prompt or two to pair with a character/member

Smut Game 1 ( can be found as a link on previous stories but is no longer accessible)

Smut Game 2

Smut Game 3

Smut Game 4

Smut game 5

Happy Slutting <3

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what I want to do to mens' bodies is between me and God and everyone on the internet and no one else

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netanyahu: we are fighting on behalf of the world. this is the war of humanity against barbarism.

the barbarism israel is fighting:

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how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

palestine children's relief fund

palestine red crescent society

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

save palestine - islamic relief canada

click to donate - arab.org

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

NOTE: journalists based in gaza are saying that donations are not going to help atm. what will help is a demand for ceasefire. so please contact your local MPs every single day demanding as such. palestine need a ceasefire right now, not money (i will update when monetary help is needed)

if you want to donate, do this instead:

help buy e-sims for people in gaza (as it stands, there are enough e-sims purchased for now. i will let you know once they need donations again. if you would like to stay updated, please follow @/Mirna_elhelbawi on twitter)

Petitions

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty.org

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

they have been deleting private pro-palestine posts

location specific petitions

gaza call for ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

Campaigns

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

palestine action

join the resistance

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

UPCOMING PROTESTS

PALESTINIAN LITERATURE READING LIST

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TANGLED ROOTS BY PHILLIPE FARAUT | 2008 Earthenware clay sculpture by Philippe Faraut, 2008. Click Images to Enlarge

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yeah

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With his slutty little waist 😩

Choso in the new espiode

#choso kamo #Jjk #jjk choso

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against a mirror, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, prone bone, full nelson, outside, in the rooftop, in the train, on a plane, on the bed, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, by the fireplace, against the wall, in the shower, on the floor, in the basement, against the window, in the car

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cr:chaiinsawmen

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port mafia is so scary ohmygod! and then we have the boss helping a 5’3 ginger guy glue on fake fangs to save his silly not-really-ex bf

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Dominate Men HCS

Description: Of course I had to write one for the doms too

Word Count: 1.144k

Content warning: nicknames used: pretty girl, baby, spanking, rough sex, aftercare

Nanami, Razor (HxH), Toji, Miguel O'Hara, Phinks, Reiner, Hisoka, Tengen, Captain Yami

Dominate men who love to spank your perfect little ass raw. Until you're squirming in his lap, hands coming back to helplessly shield you away from his large, calloused hand. He has no problem taking both your wrists into one hand and pinning them to your lower back, warning you to stay out of his way. He can't help the way his cock jumps when he notices your tears staining the fabric of his jeans. "That was the last one pretty girl." His hand pulls you by your hair until he's able to place his lips next to your ear, he wants to make sure you hear his next words. "Got me fucking leaking at the sight of how wet your pathetic little cunt is. Why are you dripping down your fucking thigh," His hand moves gently over the skin of your ass, cooing gently when you jump at the contact. "When this is supposed to be a punishment?"

Dominate men who will bend into any position to watch your face when you cum. It's not enough to feel you cum around his cock, it's not even enough to see the way your body shakes during the process. He needs to watch the way your mouth parts as you dissolve into a bubbling mess of tears and snot when you finally cum. He craves to see the way your lashes clump together, the way your eyes roll back until only the whites are exposed behind fluttering lids. He finds it ruins his orgasm if he can't watch the way your brows pinch together or the way you'll tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as he fucks you through it. "Come on pretty girl, let me see you." It's a near-feral growl every time, hips slowing their pace until he's grinding his hips against your ass. His hand at the back of your neck travels to your chin to pull you up and the sight nearly has him cumming on sight. "There she is-fuck-baby, I'm gonna cum-you're so fucking pretty like this. You look so fucking pretty making a mess on my cock baby. So. Fucking. Pretty." Each word is emphasized with a thrust, cock twitching as he holds you in place, eyes glued to your face. "So fucking pretty."

Dominate men who need you to understand they're truly sorry, for the most part. Especially when they have you folded in half, using their weight to dig into your pussy. Their feet are planted into the mattress, hands gripping the headboard, and each thrust is sharper than the last. He hasn't spoken since he instructed you to hold your legs, you weren't sure of what his day entailed but he had been upset from the moment he entered your shared apartment. He had slung his suitcase around, walked heavily through the house, and barely greeted you with a dry kiss. You wanted to scold him, ask him what was wrong, and take away his stress all at the same time. You wanted to be mad at him but you were sure his job was stressful, though he swore to never take it out on you. You had mentioned that part, sure it wouldn't spark an argument. You were wrong, he exploded, explaining the stressfulness of his assignments, and deadlines, how he had to keep everything upright. He was tired, exhausted didn't even begin to cover it, and the last thing he needed was you hounding him. You hadn't, you weren't, he was just saying every and anything. It was pissing you off, to the point you had just shut up and walked away, wanting to talk when the both of you had calmed down. He followed you and it had led to this. "You pushing me away baby?" He looks down, finally noticing one of your hands has left the back of your thigh to try weakly pushing at his hips. The attempt was so futile he hadn't even noticed that was your goal. "Nuh-uh. Take-this-fucking-dick."

Dominate men who talk you through it. "Come on baby, relax that pussy for me, come on." His large hands hold a cheek in each hand, spreading you open for his eyes to watch how your tiny hole splits around his cock. "You're squeezing me too tight pretty girl," He speaks through gritted teeth, head rolling back when you only clamp down on him tighter. "Come on baby, you gotta relax around me-hah-f-fuck or I-I'm going to cum." His thrusts are slow, he has no choice with the way you're sucking him in. You aren't allowing him to fully move and in his quest to get you to loosen up, you've only started clamping down on him more, whining at his words. "There you go pretty girl, loosen up for me, so I can properly fuck this pussy."

or Dominate men who try to talk you through it but their digging so far in your guts you can barely focus on anything but his dick. At this point, you're the drooling mess he loves, and he should know better but he can't help himself. He loves the way you babble away, trying to piece together a coherent response for him to understand only for your words to be slurred. They're almost always lost amongst the sound of his hips meeting the backs of your thighs but he hears you, he somehow pieces together what you say. "Does it feel good baby?" He holds you so you're hanging halfway off the bed, legs pinned to his chest as he uses his grip on your hips to keep you in place. "This is what my baby needed, yeah? Some good dick? That job is always stressing my baby out and she gets snappy, she just needs daddy to fuck her right. That's it, huh baby? My pretty girl just needs daddy to split her open on his cock and her attitude will be all better, huh?"

Dominate men who won't allow you to skip out on aftercare. No matter how tired you feel, especially after an intense session, he keeps you up long enough to wipe the mess from between your thighs. "I know you're tired but here, drink this." He'll hold the cup of water for you, his other hand stroking your arm as you melt into his side. "You did so well tonight." He presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head, one to your nose, smiling when you softly giggle, then a final one to your lips. "You did such a good job, and you were such a good girl." He only receives hums of content in response, a sleepy smile taking over your features as your eyes sink lower. "One more thing, before I let you lay down. Where's your bonnet?"

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I Don't Want It, I Need It

Description: This started off as HCS for submissive men who loved to be broken and turned into a full fic. I apologize if it seems to be written weird, it's a full fic but HC 'coded'. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.017k

Content Warnings: Nicknames used: miss, pretty boy, pretty puppy, nasty slut (like twice), cum eating, oral sex (male receiving), cowgirl, terrible attempt at aftercare. Afab reader.

Submissive men who need to be fucked dumb. They crave it, in their mind, body, and cocks. They need to be allowed to be a useless horny mess, or they’ll explode. They’re so pent up, sexually, and emotionally, they usually suck at properly communicating with you, yet you always know what they need.

When they’re having a particularly bad day, you’re calling them before they even have a chance to process the events of said day. Each limb is heavier than the next, a chore and a half to even move his body forward. His head is pounding, every light, no matter how big or small feels blinding. His fingers grip the steering wheel as he weaves through the cars on the back streets, passing when not permitted and running a few red lights. Safely, of course. He isn’t paying attention to anything that isn’t you. Your words echo in his head, offering to help relieve his stress from the day. Him being him, challenges the offer, just to be the brat he is. It doesn’t shock or surprise you, a soft giggle fills the silence afterward. You tell him he doesn’t have to come, you’d be happy to just talk to him about his day, “Just thought I could help.” Yeah, as if he’d turn that down. He’s at your house before he can think about going home to shower or at least, change. His confidence seems to dwindle the closer he gets to you. His hands seem to shake more and his cheeks have been a scarlet red since he hung up the phone. These actions confuse him to no end, it wasn’t as if he were nervous, he could take you if he needed to. Yet, he could feel his heart thumping against his rib cage, with each step he took to your door. He only has to knock once before it’s flung open. You’re in nothing but a thin, silk robe, from what he can see, the fabric is tied in the middle. He has to stop the moan that bubbles in the back of his throat at the sight of you, quickly making his way past you and into your apartment. He watches as you close and lock the door, eyes trailing your body without an ounce of shame. His fingers twitch, aching to tear the fabric from your body and reveal all of you to his eyes, it’d help him after all. “I’ve missed you.” He finally admits when you turn to face him. He has no time to be embarrassed or ashamed by the confession, not when you’re looking at him like you’re ready to devour him. “Really fucking missed you.”

It’s nights like this he doesn’t want to think much. He doesn’t want to be this all-powerful, almighty, protector of his organization, he just wants to be your good boy. He just wants to be used until he can’t think straight. He needs it. You don’t even ask him to remove his clothes, instructing him to sit on the edge of the bed and doing so for him. He feels like a child in this sense, lifting his arms when you pull off his shirt, and wiggling his hips to help you get rid of his jeans and underwear. The thought is quickly dismissed when he feels your lips against his skin. He had felt hot the moment he entered your place, yet your kisses felt hotter. Each kiss lingered a second longer than the last, some ending with a nip, others with a soft suctioning of his skin. He was aware of the marks blossoming across his skin, it made his cock twitch. He loved when you marked him up like this, along his chest, down his belly, on the insides of his thighs. You don’t stop or look disgusted when his hips jut upward at the feeling of your tongue against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Part of him wants you to, wants you to shame him for being such a nasty, needy slut, but the both of you know you love the fact. Your hands travel up his legs, massaging the tension out of his calves, up behind his knees to over his quivering thighs. Your nails dig into the flesh until all that’s left of your actions are small red crescent-shaped marks. The calculated switch up behind your gentle touching and your harshness throws him for a whirl, he’s losing himself earlier than normal. Today had been such a stressful, on-the-edge-of-your-seat kind of day, so he deserved this.

“Such a pretty cock.” Your words are barely above a whisper, fingers gingerly wrapping around his throbbing shaft. You give him a few simple strokes, demanding his attention. He can’t, his eyes have already found a home in the back of his skull. “Baby, look at me.” It takes everything in him to do so, it’s so worth it, his eyes rolling forward to watch you take him into your mouth. The tip of your tongue flicks along the underside of his swollen cock head, tracing the shape. The moan released as his taste invades your senses has him twitching in your hand. His knuckles whiten as his grip tightens on the sheets, hips bucking to push him entirely down your throat. There’s a second of gagging, throat constricting around him to adjust, it’s all too much. You aren’t even upset at the action, aren’t even pulling back to scold him for nearly choking you. Instead, you hum around him, tongue flicking along the underside of his cock, tip grazing his balls. Pulling off you kiss his tip, then give another before you’re about near making out with it, sucking his pre like a sweet treat. You’re just too much.

“I’m close.” He hides his face in his shoulder at the admission, embarrassed by the fact. He’s squirming beneath you, one hand shooting up to grip your wrist. He apologizes as he holds your hand in place, hips wildly bucking his cock into your fist. “Gonna cum, fuck, y-yeah, feels so fu-fucking good, so go-ood, f-fuck, gonna cum, fuck,” by this point, his eyes would’ve rolled back to their previous location, yet they remained on yours. His face twisted in pleasure and looked almost painful. He knew looked desperate, felt so needy, fucking your hand like it was your pussy. “Sorry I’m such a slut, such a-hah-fuck-such a-oh my god-“ he can’t even finish his sentence, words dying in the tip of his tongue as his stomach tightens. He cock twitches against your palm once, twice, before he cums. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” His hips have stopped, shaky hand moving yours along his cock, milking himself dry. “Thank you. Thank you.” His chest heaves, eyes wildly searching the scene. He made a mess, of himself and of you, evidence splattered across his chest, some on his chin, the majority on your cheek. He must’ve missed the way you repositioned yourself to try to catch as much as you could, ultimately missing the majority because his hips were moving without a pattern.

“My pretty boy really was pent up.” Fingers scoop his cum off your cheek, pushing it past your lips. You make a show of flicking your tongue between the two digits, moaning softly at the taste. He’s trying his best to compose himself, body still trembling from his previous orgasm. His cock lays against his thigh, twitching as it softens, his eyes widen at the sight, and he feels himself getting hard again. “Had so much for me tonight, want a taste?” Shaky eyes watch as you clean his cum from his belly, moving your hand slowly toward his lips. He goes to part them but something tells him to wait, eyes remaining on your fingers until they’re a hair away from his lips. The tips of your fingers trace the outline of his lips, carefully, trying to avoid making more of a mess. Failing to do so, results in his tongue darting out, first to catch what was falling from your fingers, second to circle the two digits before taking them into his mouth. His eyes closed at the taste of himself on his tongue, fully hard again at the lewdness of the situation. You say a silent prayer at the sight of his eyes closed, knowing the look on your face was equally as lewd. Tongue poking the corner on your lips, brows pinched, eyes swallowing him whole. “Good boy. Good fucking boy.” You pull your fingers from his mouth with a pop, wiping the rest of his mess from his chin. You go to put them into your mouth but his mouth catches your fingers again, sucking them past his lips with a shameless moan. “You like the way you taste? Yeah? You really are a nasty slut.”

“Only for you,” his hands leave the bed to grip your hips, pulling you to straddle his waist. “You make me feel like a dog in heat, humping aimlessly to get off, but I like it. I need it.” He’s sat up on his elbows, one hand leaving your hips to push you closer to him, stretching the thin robe to show your chest. His lips leave kisses along the exposed skin, tongue flicking out to trace along your collarbones. “I need you,” he can’t meet your eyes after this confession, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to avoid having to face you.

“You need me?” You let him hide for now, one hand untying your robe, the other pushing through his hair at the nape of his neck. The robe falls from your body and reveals you haven’t been wearing anything underneath. “My pretty boy needs me?” There’s no teasing, no malice in your tone, only sincerity. “What if I told you,” your hand cradles the back of his head and you use your weight to push him to lay back against the bed. Your other hand reaches back to wrap around his sticky shaft, giving it a few strokes before running it along the length of your slit. “Come on, look at me. Let me see my pretty boy.” your previous thought is interrupted by the command. He’s quick to follow, ignoring the burning sensation that flames across his skin, burning up his chest to his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “What if I told you,” you continue your earlier thought, positioning him at your entrance. “I need you too.” His eyes widen at the confession and he wants to keep them on you, but the combination of your words and your walls finally sucking him in, has them finding refuge in the back of his skull. “I think I may need you more than you need me.” The words are whispered against his lips, hips rolling to emphasize your point.

“Y-you need me? M-me?” His hands blindly grab at your body, grabbing handfuls of your ass, pulling you closer, pushing himself deeper. “Miss needs me.” His attempts to meet your thrusts are futile, hips being pushed flush against the bed when you sit fully on him. “F-fuck, so good, feels s-so-o good.” You sit up fully, hands bracing your weight on his chest, moving from sitting on your calves to sitting up fully on your knees. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he doesn’t have a chance to finish his complaint before you’re sinking back onto his lap. The pause you take is for the benefit of the both of you, cause he’s closer than he cares to admit especially when you’re clamping down around him like that. “Y-yes.” It’s the most broken, desperate, and beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. It heats your belly, makes your pussy throb and leak, proof soaking his shaft.

“My pretty boy makes the prettiest sounds.” Your hips begin to move. You’re soaked, each movement producing the nastiest-sounding click. Your pussy stretches around his cock and you have to remind yourself that he needs you to stay levelheaded. “Gonna make miss lose control.” Your breathing is picking up, becoming uneven as your movements grow sloppier. You wanted to sit back on your calves but knew he needed you to go full throttle. He came here because he needed to be dwindled down to the horny useless mess he loved, you loved. “Such a good boy-hah-f-fuck-don’t-don’t do that-“ he isn’t sure what he’s doing until he feels his hips leaving the bed to meet your ass. His thrusts are softer compared to yours but they push him deeper, swollen cock head pressing against your most sensitive spots. “Hmm, my pretty puppy feels so good.” Your hips grind down into his, giving him space to still thrust up into you, making a mess on his cock, splashing against his pelvis. “I can feel you twitch against my walls baby, you close? You want to cum? Cum deep inside miss?” Tonight’s filled with firsts, the question throwing him for a loop, brain unable to process the words before he’s cumming.

“W-wait! No, no, no.” The part of him unable to process your question is filled with panic, hands gripping the fat at your hips to go to pull you off. “I came i-inside?” The other part is over the moon, demanding him to stop questioning you, ecstatic that he’s finally cum inside of you. His cock twitches uncontrollably against your gummy walls, mouth lolling open as he dissolves into a puddle of whimpers. His hands keep their position, using it to push you further down onto him, desperately trying to bury himself as deep as possible. Your walls clamp down around him, milking him, draining him. “So good miss, so good,” his voice is barely above a whisper, nearly missed under your moans. His body shakes, thighs trembling as you continue to use him like a toy. His cock is so sensitive, he can feel the tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Hurts, it hurts,” he isn’t sure that’s the word to describe the feeling, maybe he was just overwhelmed because the last thing he wanted you to do was stop.

“I’m so close baby, so close,” one hand drops between your thighs, fingers pressing against your clit. Your movements are choppy and quick, just like your hips, all telltale signs that you were close. “You can-hah-mmh-f-fuck, you c-can do it for miss. Right? Y-you can do it. Right? My pretty puppy can take it. Right?” Your other hand pulls one of his away from your hips, bringing it beside his head to interlock your fingers. “I’m gonna cum-ah-I’m so close, gonna cum,” you’re sure you don’t make sense at this point, not too worried about it when he was splitting you open over his cock. Not when he whined with every movement, hips subtly lifting to meet yours, attempting to aid you to your end.

“Cum for me miss, please, cum around my cock. Cum for your pretty puppy. Please cum for me miss, I need it, I need to feel you cum around my cock.” His voice is shaky, breath hitching every time you clamp down around him. “Just like that miss, just like that,” his hand leaves your hip to press against your back, pushing your chest flat against his. His head leaves your back to find the back of your head, pushing you forward so your foreheads are pressed against each other’s. “Feels so good cumming around my cock, so fucking good,” he’s doing well at keeping his voice stable, despite the fact he was nearing his third orgasm of the night. Not like he could help it with the way you were squeezing him, not when he was so sensitive. Not when you were so wet, making a mess with even the smallest jerk of your hips. Not when he watched as you actively tried to fight the way your eyes rolled back as you fucked yourself through your orgasm. “I’m close again miss.” He doesn’t even have to ask, your hips rolling into his as an answer he didn’t know he was looking for.

“Cum for me pretty puppy. Fill miss up again.” Your hands frame the sides of his face, hips slowly moving against his as you feel him finish once again. You have to fight every urge to push him back down and ride him with your feet on the bed at the feeling of his cum leaking back out. He’s too much for you sometimes, crying as he cums, thanking and cursing you all in one breath. “You did so good.” Your smile returns and your voice is cheerful once again, hands gripping his cheeks to plant kisses over his face. “How do you feel?" You're slow to move from his lap, making your way to the mini-fridge kept in the corner of your room. You make your way back holding a water bottle, still waiting for his response. You take a quick peek, just to make sure he hasn't passed out, and notice his eyes have been following your every move. "You watching me like some kind of stalker?" You pull him to sit up, bunching a few pillows behind him for support, and hand him the water.

"I feel fine." He's still trying to catch his breath, hands shaking as he undoes the cap and brings the water to his lips. You only grin in response, hitching a brow as he spills a bit of the water down his chin. Your fingers are quicker, wiping the mess from his chin, to wipe them on your thigh. Part of him feels disappointed that you hadn't placed them in your mouth, the picture of you sucking his cum off your fingers clear in his mind. It wasn't like you didn't usually swallow, you almost always did, it was just something different, more intimate about tonight. The way you watched him to make sure he was watching you instead of allowing him to get lost in his pleasure, like usual. Not that he was complaining, he's come to realize he misses a lot when his eyes are rolled back. The main one being the way you watch him throughout the whole ordeal, your eyes never leave his face, it's like you need to watch him crumble beneath you. "Actually, I feel a lot better. Thanks." The truth wouldn't hurt.

"Good. Now finish your water and meet me in the shower."

Chuuya, Poe, Ranpo, AKUTAGAWA, Giyuu, Armin, Choso

AN: It has been three years since I've sat and wrote a story in its entirety, I wanted to quit, start over, scrap the whole idea in general but I couldn't :( we need more submissive men fics. ALSO, could anyone help me make my posts all cute? Like with the banners that have the content warning? or where to find the manga caps? Please.

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