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VIRGIN!JJK FIC RECS

something about virginity loss fics makes me sooo wet... req by anon ^^ adding onto the list whenever i find more <3 mdni, nsfw content!

gojo digimon—but making u cum is my real hobby - blkkizzat strongest sorcerer virgin - megumiluv virgin and unexperienced bf!gojo - fatal fairies number one sorcerer (and virgin) - inmaki nerds do it better - sugugasm virginity loss & riding - creamflix inculpatus - jaegerbby teach me how to pleasure my future wife (you) - fvsm4x

geto reformed player!geto - akicult virginity loss & riding - creamflix losing your virginity to geto suguru - yasu-1234 his favourite - h34rtbeat just let me love you - sttoru salvation - puppykento inked - choslut

nanami she said it's her first time - classyrbf sins of the flesh - semisgroupie perfect lover: the life of nanami kento the 35 year old virgin (series) - kanekisfavouritegf

yuuji oh my god, pretty - lokissweater virgin!yuji x virgin!reader - nana-au bff & virgin!yuji - nana-au yuji x f!reader - ickyuji

megumi best friend megumi fushiguro - onismdaydream megumi's birthday - mommypeick first time having sex is awkward - wild-jackaloupe how to fuck 101 - chosok-amo i think i'm ready - romantichomocide95 first time - megvmijx

yuta that boy is mine! i can't wait to try him! - rosesaints gummy bear - loveanddeepdick right here - love-jelly smile, you're on camera - seraphdreams

choso virgin!choso - teasingchoso choso kamo x f!reader - jaegerdilf mind body and soul - admirxation cherry blossoms ( 1 2 3 4 5 ) - sellenite cherry smoke clouds - kleftiko he's such a (hot) looser - classyrbf emo boy - krys4h

toji sins of the flesh - semisgroupie

taboo crush - spideyyeet best friend's dad - nanaslut

sukuna virgin!sukuna - screampied

etc jjk!boys x virgin!fem reader v!rgin killa - screampied asking the jjk characters to take your virginity - nanaslut cherry popper - satorusugurugirl

SUB JJK HEADCANNONS !!

content warnings: 18+, twt links (you need a twitter account to open the links), unspecified sexual activity, the links are pretty inaccurate, since the bottom is much smaller, but oh well lol, intentional lower case

sukuna initially doesn't seem like the type to be submissive, but oh, how wrong you were. this man YEARNS. he has so much to do in his everyday routine, do you expect him to be in charge even in bed? god no- it's almost pitiful, the way he sucks your cock, looking up at you doe-eyed as you sit on his throne. (might make a fully-fledged fic of this haha)

higuruma is a very pent-up man, it doesn't matter how he relieves his stress, even if it means that you have to be balls deep inside him. hours and hours of working on cases do take a toll, all you wanna do is help your dear husband out <33

nanami is a workaholic. im not even exaggerating, this man has almost never taken a break his ENTIRE life. you decide to change that by practically tying him up to your shared bed one evening and having your way with him. his legs are shaking by the time you two are finished, but it is so worth it.

geto is skeptical at first, one of those monkeys want to fuck him? ha, the nerve. fast forward to 5 minutes later and you're holding this man in a mating press and fucking his brains out. taunts slip from your mouth, turning him on even more. "what's that, slut? letting yourself get fucked by a mere human? i didn't take you for a common whore." the man whines at the degradation, but he doesn't stop you, i don't think he can!

gojo doesn't even hesitate when you bring it up lol, this man is IMMEDIATELY on his knees for you. imagine holding him up, facing a mirror as you pound into him from behind. his mind is high on your cock and his ego, he looks so pretty in that goddamn mirror, that he won't stop yapping about it, even as you use his ruined hole. the problem is that he is such a brat, you just gotta fuck the attitude outta him.

toji does it for the money. it's as simple as that. he finished a bounty for you, and you asked him of this for an extra price. who in the right mind would say no? imagine him riding you, hands on your shoulders as your cock pistons in and out of his hole. even if he is the one getting fucked, it doesn't seem like it. he likes to be in charge if possible.

choso MY BABYYY!!! god he is so obedient, always listening to whatever you say. his body complies too, back arching to its limit as you pound into him, holding his knees at his shoulders. tears hold so prettily in his eyes as you kiss them away. he just wants to be good for you <3

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sowwy for bamboozling everyone...here's the character sprites i made for tha greatest prank of the century

★6ix 9ine. Kozume!

౨ৎ :: masterlist. reblogs are appreciated.

•warning: sub!kenma, fem reader, mommy is used twice, edging, dirty talk, edging, and 69

•hi im back and too lazy to proof read so yeh

You had been friends with Kenma for what felt like forever. Late-night gaming sessions, takeout on weekends, and inside jokes that no one else would get. He was always a little distant, a little hard to read, but you liked that about him. So when he finally agreed to go out drinking with you after months of dodging your invites, you were genuinely surprised.

What you didn’t expect was how much of a reaction you’d get when he saw you.

You kept it simple but intentional—tight black skirt that hugged your curves, sheer tights that shimmered under the bar lights, paired with heels that added just enough height to make you feel in control. It wasn’t over the top, but it was a far cry from the usual sweatpants and oversized hoodies he was used to seeing you in.

And Kenma?

He didn’t know how to handle it.

His eyes dragged over your legs, lingering way too long, and you caught the way he swallowed hard when you crossed them, the faintest blush already creeping up his neck. He tried to play it cool, mumbling something about how it wasn’t fair you didn’t tell him you were going to “dress like that,” but his usual deadpan delivery fell apart when he couldn’t stop staring.

Drink after drink made things worse. Kenma wasn’t a heavy drinker to begin with, but tonight he was matching your pace, and you could see the haze settling in his golden eyes. His cheeks were flushed, lips a little pouty, and his head kept dipping closer to you, leaning against your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured at one point, nuzzling into your neck, his voice barely above a whisper but thick with heat. “Not fair…”

You laughed, but it only made him more clingy.

“Kozu,” you murmured, noticing the way his hand brushed against your thigh for the third time that evening. “You okay?”

“Mmhm.” He nodded, but his eyes were glued to your legs, his thumb brushing lightly along the hem of your skirt, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“Kozume.”

He finally looked up, and oh—he was gone.

Half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide, and a dazed, almost dreamy look on his face.

“Hmm?”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “How many drinks have you had?”

“Dunno.” His voice was softer now, almost too soft, and there was a hint of a pout as he leaned in closer. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” His eyes flickered down to your legs again, and this time, he didn’t even pretend to look away. “You’re distracting me.”

You bit back a laugh, your fingers gently brushing through his hair as you tilted his head. “I’m distracting you?”

“Uh-huh.” He nuzzled into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again, this time with a dangerous glint. “You did it on purpose.”

“Did what on purpose?”

Kenma’s lips twitched, his face inching closer until his breath was warm against your neck.

“Wore that.”

Your heart stopped.

“I—”

“Wanted me to look, didn’t you?” His voice was a quiet murmur, laced with a teasing edge that was so unlike him. But it wasn’t cocky. No—he sounded almost… shy. Like he was embarrassed by how obvious he was being but couldn’t stop himself.

And you?

You were loving it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered back, but the slight hitch in your voice betrayed you.

“Liar.” His lips brushed dangerously close to your neck now, and you could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“You’re being bold,” you murmured, your fingers tightening ever so slightly in his hair.

“Maybe…” He paused, his lips grazing just below your ear. “…it’s the alcohol.”

You were about to respond—probably something witty, something that would throw him off—

But then?

Kenma whined.

It was soft, barely audible, but oh you heard it.

And it sent a shockwave straight through you.

“Y/n,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against your shoulder now, his body practically melting into yours. “You’re not being fair.”

“What’s not fair?” You smirked, though your pulse was racing.

“You look…” He trailed off, his words slurring just a little.

“I look what, Kenma?”

“…too good.”

Oh.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but before you could say anything, Kenma tilted his head up to meet your gaze.

And that’s when you saw it.

The raw, unfiltered want in his eyes.

His lips brushed against your skin, and you felt the heat of his breath send a shiver down your spine.

“Getting needy, huh?” you teased, but that was a mistake. His grip on your thigh tightened, and when he shifted just slightly, you felt it—hard and pressing against your side.

“Please…” His voice was barely a whisper, broken and desperate, and you could feel the way he was trembling. “Take me home… I don’t wanna be here anymore…”

You should’ve said no. Should’ve teased him a little more, made him squirm. But the way he looked up at you, glassy-eyed and flushed, lip caught between his teeth as he rubbed his thigh against you—yeah, there was no way you were denying him.

————

By the time you got him back to your place, he was a mess. Clumsy fingers tugging at your waist, pressing his face into your neck again like he couldn’t get enough of you. But you weren’t about to let him off easy.

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Take off your jacket.”

Kenma paused for only a moment before he shrugged off his jacket, his eyes never leaving yours as he did. His movements were slow, deliberate—like he was trying to savor every moment of this intimacy. When he finally let the jacket fall to the floor, there was an unspoken silence between you, one that lingered like a charged current. His gaze flicked up to yours, his lips parted just slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

You smirked.

“Now, your pants.”

Kenma’s chest rose and fell, his throat visibly tightening as he obediently reached for his belt. You could see him struggle—his hands shaking just enough for you to notice. His pride was still there, buried underneath the layers of self-doubt he’d never let anyone see. But tonight? Tonight, it was all yours to toy with.

“You’re so quiet,” you teased, stepping closer, your voice a whisper in his ear. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Kozume?”

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he bit his lip, looking like he was fighting the urge to speak. Finally, his voice broke through, soft but urgent.

“Y/n…” he murmured, almost too quietly for you to hear.

“Get on the bed,” you ordered, watching the way his eyes widened just slightly at your tone.

“But—”

“Now.”

He scrambled to obey, and fuck, he was already so far gone. His body was flushed, legs spread just enough as he settled onto the bed, waiting for you to make the next move.

“Such a good boy,” you murmured, settling yourself in between his legs, dragging your nails lightly over his thighs, watching the way he shivered under your touch. But when you gripped them tighter, fingers digging in just a little too hard, he let out the sweetest little whimper, back arching as he bit down on his lip.

“You like that?” you asked, barely masking your amusement.

“Mhm…” He nodded, but it wasn’t enough for you.

“Words, Kozume.”

“Yes,” he breathed, voice shaky. “Please…”

You tugged his hair back, forcing him to look up at you, and the way his pupils blew wide made you grin. “You’re so needy,” you cooed, leaning down just enough to brush your lips against his. “Whining for me like this… aren’t you embarrassed?”

“N-No…” But his voice betrayed him, cracking as he tried to deny it.

“Liar.” Your hand tangled in his hair, giving it a sharp tug that had him gasping.

“Ah—!”

His hips bucked, and you felt him throbbing beneath you, desperate and aching.

“Please,” he begged again, barely coherent now. “You’re being so mean…”

“Mean?” you echoed, arching a brow as you dragged your nails down his thigh again, leaving faint red lines in their wake.

He nodded, eyes glassy and wet, lips trembling as he squirmed under you. “But I like it…”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, I know.”

You gazed down to see a wet spot in his boxers where his poor cock had been throbbing for much too long.

You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip, barely holding back a smirk as your fingers traced the outline of his aching tip through the damp fabric of his boxers. Kenma’s body tensed beneath your touch, his breath hitching before the sweetest little gasp spilled from his lips.

“Please…” he murmured, his voice soft and trembling, hips bucking into your hand as he shamelessly chased the friction he was so desperate for.

But you weren’t feeling generous—not yet.

You scoffed, pulling your hand away without warning, and before he could even whine, you delivered a sharp slap to his thigh.

“Ah—!” Kenma’s legs snapped shut instinctively, a shiver running through him as he let out a soft, broken whimper.

“Did I tell you to move?” Your voice was firm, a subtle edge of warning, and the way he blinked up at you, wide-eyed and obedient, had heat pooling between your thighs.

“I-I’m sorry mommy, please…” he whispered, his thighs slowly parting again, his body already begging to be touched.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes never leaving his as you leaned down, letting a slow, deliberate string of spit drip from your lips. It landed right on the tip of his cock, glistening as it slid down his length, and the reaction was immediate.

Kenma whimpered, his thighs twitching uncontrollably, his head thrashing softly against the pillow as a shaky breath escaped him.

“Hmm?” You tilted your head, running your hand along his slick length, your touch featherlight as you teased him. Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, your voice a sultry purr.

“Did you really think…” you murmured, your fingers giving his cock a lazy stroke that had him squirming beneath you, “…that I was going to let you fuck me tonight?”

You felt the way his body stiffened, a soft, broken whine slipping past his lips as he turned his head toward you, his needy gaze pleading for something—anything.

“Aww…” you cooed, your tongue flicking against his ear as your grip tightened just enough to make him gasp. “Not tonight, baby.”

Your hand moved with agonizing slowness, every stroke deliberately teasing as you traced your thumb around his swollen tip, watching the way his cock twitched under your touch. You bit down on your bottom lip, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you expertly twisted your wrist, giving him just enough to keep him on edge—but never enough to let him tip over.

Soft, needy whimpers spilled from Kenma’s lips, his voice trembling as his glossy eyes stayed locked on you, pleading silently for more.

“Mmm… y-you’re so mean…” he murmured, his words barely coherent between his little gasps and moans.

But then his breath hitched, his body tensing as his hips started to buck into your hand, desperate for more friction.

“I-I’m close!” he squeaked out, his voice breaking as he tried to fuck into your fist, chasing his release.

But just when he was teetering on the edge, you pulled your hand away.

“Ah—wha—?!” Kenma’s hips bucked helplessly, his cock twitching as he thrust into the empty air, his body searching for the release you so cruelly denied him.

“Whyyy, Mommy?” His voice cracked as he looked up at you, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks, his bottom lip trembling as he whined in pure frustration.

You leaned back, a wicked smile tugging at your lips as you admired the sight of him—so needy, so helpless, and all yours.

“Aww, baby,” you cooed, brushing your fingers gently down his thigh. “Did you really think I was gonna let you finish that easily?”

“Don’t you think this is getting a little boring?” you murmured, your tone dripping with mischief as your fingers moved to the button of your skirt.

Kenma’s eyes, still glossy with unshed tears, flickered with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, his breath catching in his throat. He watched intently as you popped the button and slowly dragged the fabric down, revealing the black thigh-high garters hugging your legs—something you’d been hiding from him all night.

“Fuck…” he whispered, sitting up without thinking, his eyes wide and hungry as he took in the full view.

“Uh-uh.” You clicked your tongue, a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool at your feet. “Stay where you are, baby.”

But you didn’t miss the way his cock twitched, his breath growing heavier as you slid your panties down next, leaving nothing between you and his hungry gaze.

“Lay back,” you ordered softly, and Kenma obeyed without hesitation, his body sinking into the mattress, his eyes still glued to you as if he was completely under your spell.

You climbed on top of him, positioning yourself so your dripping cunt hovered just inches above his flushed face, while his neglected cock throbbed right in front of you.

“Be a good boy and make me feel good,” you purred, lowering yourself onto his mouth while your hand wrapped around his length, teasing him mercilessly.

And from the way he whimpered, his tongue eagerly lapping at you, you knew he was more than willing to obey.

You could feel his body trembling beneath you, his breaths uneven as he tentatively dragged his tongue along your slit—nervous, almost hesitant, like he was testing the waters.

“Mm… good boy,” you murmured, your fingers threading gently through his hair as you guided him closer. The praise seemed to unlock something in him because, within moments, that shy, uncertain lick turned into something far more eager.

Kenma’s lips latched onto your clit, sucking softly before his tongue worked in slow, deliberate strokes that had your thighs trembling. He was a fast learner—eager to please—and the way he moaned against you, sending vibrations through your core, had heat pooling low in your belly.

“Just like that…” you purred, your head tilting back as waves of pleasure started building.

But you didn’t leave him neglected for long.

You leaned down, your mouth hovering over his throbbing cock, and gave his tip a slow, teasing lick, tasting the salty beads of precum that had already gathered.

“Mmm, you’re making such a mess,” you murmured against his length before dragging your tongue along the underside, replacing his slickness with your spit as your hand wrapped around his base, pumping him with a steady rhythm.

Kenma whined against you, his hips twitching as he tried to stay still, but the way your tongue and hand worked him had him melting beneath you. His moans, muffled by your pussy, grew louder, more desperate, sending vibrations straight to your core.

It wasn’t long before the tension in both of you coiled impossibly tight—his hips jerking up into your hand while his tongue moved with frantic devotion.

“Fuck… I’m close…” you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure built to a breaking point.

Kenma moaned in response, and the sound of him falling apart beneath you was enough to push you over the edge. Your climax crashed over you, thighs quivering around his head as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Kenma wasn’t far behind—his body tensing beneath you as his cock pulsed in your hand, spilling hot and thick against your tongue as he whimpered into you.

For a moment, the only sound was the heavy, satisfied breathing between you, his body going limp as he tried to catch his breath, soft whimpers escaping his lips as you stroked his hair lovingly.

“Such a good boy…” you murmured, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips as you gently ran your fingers through his damp hair.

“More…” he whispered, voice barely above a breath, but you heard it loud and clear.

“Mm,” you hummed, a wicked smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t think you can handle more, baby.”

But the way his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with lust, told you that he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

And you were more than ready to make him beg for it.

bitch u need 222 look 444 a job

“friend” ✧ shimizu kyoko x fem!reader ✧ pt 1(?)

summary: kyoko and you had been friends for a good while now, but she doesn’t seem to have time for you anymore, which leaves you rather confused. and hurt.

tw: angst. y/n being very jealous and kinda bratty. one sided beef with yachi? nothing crazy but still.

hq!! navigation.

kyoko was such a good friend to you. always been, since you’ve met her. you two clicked from the start, when you were paired up for a science project during your junior year.

she was everything one could yearn for, an intelligent, determined, yet kind, fragile, and gentle mannered person. her intentions were always good, her words always wise, never failing to convince, comfort or put someone back in place with elegance and charm.

her reputation preceded her around the school. everyone knew her, from the newest students to the seniors.

you lost count of all the times you’d get stuck in a corner, waiting for her to finish her chit-chat with one of her hundredths acquaintances. it happened on the daily, since day one.

it wasn’t something bad. you knew it. you weren’t envious of her popularity, never was. she was the sun, you were the moon. whilst everyone knew her name, they had no idea who you were, although being at her costant side.

“shimizu’s friend.” that’s how they called you.

and you didn’t mind.

not until you became “one” of shimizu’s friends.

this year was gonna be your last one in that high school you grew fond of. you managed to make your little friendgroup in there, with the volleyball team you and kyoko were the managers of, along another girl named hitoka yachi, who was another friend of you and the black haired girl. mostly hers.

only, this year, something changed.

as always, she made sure to give a hand where needed. and it happened to be needed to recruit new members of certain clubs, which required her to be constantly out of reach, for some unknown to you reason.

the school year began on late august and you could count on the fingers of one of your hands the times you were able to talk for more than five minutes alone with her.

not to talk about your outside school evenings. during those goddamn five months that had passed, not even a free weekend of hers was dedicated to you.

instead, you’d often catch her around, both on and off school, with other people– sometimes familiar faces, others not.

your gut tightens as you recollect one of those times, where you caught her and yachi at the cafeteria, alone, during lunch break.

they didn’t notice you standing still, a couple tables away from them. but you did.

and it hurt you way more than you were willing to admit.

“honey, how are you?” speaks your mother, as her head pops up from behind the door of your bedroom.

licking your dry lips, your blocked nose makes a sound, to give her an idea. “as bad as fifteen minutes ago.” your nasally voice talks, going back to breathe through your mouth.

“aw, love.” her face softens at the view of your body laying on the bed, a pile of tissues next to you. “i’ll go buy something for you at the nearby drugstore, okay?”

“please.” you beg, going to sit down.

your mom gives you a nod, smiling. “be right back. there’s some honey in the shelf if you wanna get a camomile or a warm drink while i’m gone.” she adds, before closing your door and leaving you be.

as her footsteps vanish in the distance, your mind goes back to her frame. you fall back on the soft pillows, grabbing your phone from your drawer next your bed, laying on your side. maybe she posted something on her socials, or...

you spend a good moment watching the screen, without really doing anything. why did you turn it on for? to torture yourself, seeing her hang out with other people?

you shake your head, putting it back where it was, deciding it really wasn’t the case to dig yourself further into the depression the whole situation was already giving you.

after a couple minutes, you sigh, frustrated at your poor health. you couldn’t even sleep.

you get up from your bed, crumpled pajama and messy bed hair. “she must been having lunch now” you think to yourself, watching the clock in the hallway that readed 12 PM.

“with one of those chicks from the music, art, or whatever club. or maybe with those guys from the basketball club. or maybe with someone else. alone.”

you couldn’t help it. it was so much mightier than you, as mightier as foolish and babysh and everything you knew she didn’t like or approve.

you’ve been her friend for years. why did she seem to prefer everyone’s company over yours so suddenly? what did you do?

what the fuck did you do?

descending the stairs, you go into the kitchen, opening the fridge in hope to find something appealing to fill your empty stomach with.

but you find the void. a couple eggs and an orange juice is all that’s left. another sigh leaves your mouth when you close it, a sneeze hurting your lungs as the cold air of the appliance hits the inside of your nose.

you were about to go back to your room, resigned, when you hear the door bell ring.

it couldn’t be your mom. it was way too early.

curious, you go to peek through the peephole to check who it could’ve been.

“oh, yachi,” you mumble to yourself, opening the door of a couple inches just to show the side of yourself that wasn’t too battered.

“y/n?” you hear her ask, tilting her head to take a better look at you. you cover your mouth with your hand, coughing.

“hi.” your voice leaves no doubts to your conditions, “can i help you...?” you question, bittersweet. you haven’t really talked to her after what you saw at the school cafeteria.

and she didn’t either, to be honest.

“kyoko sent me to give you these,” she takes several notebooks out of her bag, “we noticed you haven’t come to school during the past week and didn’t want you to get behind.” her lips curve into a shy smile.

hearing those words and seeing the innocence on her face, your heart tightens inside your chest.

how could you be mad at someone so sweet?

yet, you had that sour voice in your head, asking you why wasn’t kyoko the one giving you those herself. you two were closer than you and hitoka, she knew it.

“thank you, yachi.” you return her smile, opening the door further to grasp the notebooks she was handing you.

“no problem.” her smile widened slightly when she saw you reciprocating, “how are you? you look...” she scratches the back her neck, suddenly seeming bashful.

“i know i look terrible.” you laugh. “let’s say i had better days.”

“you don’t look terrible at all!” she squeaks, “i didn’t mean it like that.” her tones lowers again. “–sorry to hear that. i could go take you something if you need, i’m supposed to meet up with kyoko at the square later.” she confesses, concern in her syrupy eyes.

unaware it only made your intestines drop.

“oh.” you fake a smile. but it’s so obvious she understands immediately your drastic change.

“what?” she asks.

“nothing! sorry, my headache is killing me.” the first thing you could think of. your hand goes to massage your temple to make it more believable, “i think i better go lay down now. thanks for dropping by. see you.” you give her one last hasty smile, before slamming the door to her face, a bit too vigorously.

a sharp, stinging, painful urge to cry choked your throat, leaving you unmoving in front of the door you just closed. the strength in your muscles plunge abruptly, making you drop the notebooks on the floor next your feet, your face shifting every second that went by, more and more into a grimace as the tears started forming in your glassy eyes, chest rising and lowering at unsteady pace.

a drop. then the storm.

you run upstairs, throwing your body onto the bed, smashing your face onto your pillows and cry, cry the life out of your eyes, cry all the built up frustration you’ve pent up all these months, all these weeks you’ve spent watching your dearest friend pick everyone over you and today, today was the last fucking straw.

why didn’t she like you anymore?

it looped in your head like a broken record, 10 times in a row, as if doing so was gonna magically make an answer appear in front of you. like it was gonna get your friend back.

you missed her so much. you wanted her back to yourself.

it went on and on. the tears couldn’t stop, framing your face and wetting your hair, that was now glued to your sticky cheeks.

until you heard the door of the entrance open and close.

“y/n, i’m back!” your mom shouts from the first floor.

quickly, you jump upright, rubbing your eyes with the fabric of your sweater, swallowing your soreful sobs. your mother was the last person you wanted to see you weeb.

“i’ve bought you some hot chocolate, want me to make it for ya?” she adds, still far away from your room. you jerk your face up, clearing your throat. “no, not now! thanks.” you respond, shouting back.

your mother didn’t insist. she wasn’t the type, luckily.

and eventually, you managed to calm down, noticing she wasn’t entering your personal space, going for a shower to shake off the mental breakdown you just had.

a week passed by. the meds your mom gave you worked, you were finally back to normal, and ready, on that fine monday, to get back to school.

during the week, you made good use of the notebooks kyoko “gave” you, leaving you, though, in the uncomfortable situation of having to hand them back.

which meant having to search her up throughout the whole school, to probably find her with someone. useless to say how much the idea made the blood boil underneath your skin.

after your talk with hitoka, you really couldn’t be bothered to try anymore. if she wished to no longer be your friend, which very much seemed to be the case, then you couldn’t do anything about it.

frankly, you were fed up. you asked her countless times to spend some time with you, only to be met by a “can’t, busy.” that, sometimes, felt like an excuse even.

you loved her. so much. however, just because you did, didn’t mean you were gonna chase her and beg her to stay in your life.

heavens, no.

that’s why an idea crossed your mind, the second you’d realized you didn’t wanna see her anymore.

you didn’t have to hand them back directly to her. you could use yachi as a go-between, just like she did.

although the idea of seeing yachi didn’t make you the happiest either, for obvious – yet very childish and stupid – motives.

you knew she had done nothing wrong, you were deeply and annoyingly aware of how dumb you were acting, of how jealousy was blinding you. nevertheless, caring about it was beginning to lack.

“y/n! you’re back!” a familiar voice made you snap towards the direction it came from, seeing hitoka run towards you into the big school yard.

“speaking of the devil” you scoff ironically under your breath, although your annoyance trounces your amusement.

“hey.” your strained smile hurts your cheeks.

“glad to see you’ve gotten better.” meanwhile hers look as natural as can be.

“thank you, i do.” you hold the notebooks tight against your chest, when the thought crosses your mind again. “hey, uh,” you begin.

“thank you for these. helped me a lot. here,” you lend her the objects. as you do, hitoka’s smile turn sheepish.

“it’s no problem, but... they’re not mine, remember? they’re kyoko’s. give them back to her.” she says, bursting your bubble so cutely you almost wanna go back home and call it a day.

“hah,” you shriek, “but, you see...” struggling to put up a bullshit. “i can’t really do that, i’ve actually got something really important to do today and i don’t think i’ll have the time to look for her. if you could...”

“oh! whatcha gotta do? i can help!” she squeals, making you hate her for a moment for being so goddamn nice all the time.

“something rather personal. can’t really talk about it. actually, don’t wanna.” your façade starts cracking, pretending to be polite in that situation was exhausting you. “just– give these back to her for me, okay? please.” you sigh, your hands going into your pockets, eyes drifting away from hers.

“oh, uh, okay.” her smile drops, noticing your change. “see you around, then?” she tilts her head, her lips fatiguing to form one last small smile.

punching your intestine with guilt, like all the times she’d give you that puppy look.

you gulp, your brows softening into a displeased expression.

“...yes.” you speak lowly, taking a step back, before watching her turn around with a wave and walk off into the building. you mentally face palm yourself. “really, y/n?” scolding yourself, you entered the place as well, after having made sure hitoka was out of sight.

the clock reminded you that your class was attending you, and you were already late for it. a loud sigh, and you’re going up the stairs to the 3rd floor, where your classroom was.

you had no shared classes with shimizu that day, although you happened to see her multiple times in the hallways, to your bad luck.

you had no idea if she waved at you, or simply mouthed a “hi” as you began to veer each time you happened to glimpse her.

and those few times you’d make eye contact, you’d snap your head away in the opposite direction. just like the mature girl you were.

“well, it’s not like she cares anyway” your head would tell you— which made it bearable. at least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of.

of course it was far from true.

making her the villain was the easy option, it was the only way to feel somewhat less shitty about it all.

lunch break signed the last morning class, making students fly out of the classroom unnecessarily loudly, leaving you by yourself, your head buried between your hands.

honestly that day couldn’t get any fucking worse.

firstly, you had math. the teacher returned your corrected tests, finding out that you got the worst score of the entire class. the old man wasn’t even a bad one, which made it worse. you really fucked up an easy test, hurting your self-steam tremendously.

secondly, chemistry. you got paired up with someone you’ve never shared a word to to a practical lesson, only to end up causing a mess that got the both of you, after he tried to put the blame on you, in a one hour detention post-classes.

to say you were pissed was an euphemism.

you went to rest your forehead on the desk’s cold surface, your hands at the back of your head. at least, no one was around. you could finally be gloomy and let your facial expression go into your natural resting face, that today looked anything but friendly.

“y/n?” an oddly familiar voice speaks from several desks afar, making you curse under your breath for always being proven wrong the second you’d think something.

your head slowly raises up, met by a pair of blue eyes peering at you worrily from next the entrance.

“kyoko?” for a moment, your gaze lightens up.

then you remembered, and the wall raised back up.

clearing your throat, you look away, going silent.

“are... you okay?” you sense her stepping into the classroom. “i was walking by and saw you here all alone.”

a coincidence. what else could it be? she certainly wasn’t gonna look purposely for you.

“mhm.” giving her a brief nod, you begin to pack your bag under her confused eyes.

shimizu takes a moment to study you, eyeing carefully your rather expressive body language. “are you sure?” she tilts her head.

“mmhm.” emphasizes your annoyed self, not caring whether she might get offended or think whatever of you.

“i’ve heard the teacher tell you off, an hour ago...” she approaches you even more, chuckling nervously. “what happen—” but you cut her off.

“gotta go.” hastily, you toss your bag over your shoulder, turning around to head towards the exit,

“wait y/n—” her now alarmed voice calls,

“bye mizu.” but you don’t care.

her eyes widen, silently watching you leave the classroom.

what the hell did just happen.

a knot tightens in your throat as your mind tries to process the conversation, if so could be called, that you just had.

it’s been weeks since you last talked with her, since she voluntarily came up to you, coincidence or not– and you just dismissed her like she wasn’t the main reason you were struggling to concentrate on your classes, like you weren’t dying to spend time with her. like you didn’t miss her like air.

she was your best friend. your only, real, friend. the only person you were genuinely comfortable with, that knew you and valued your presence.

what were you doing.

there, in the middle of the hallway, your feet stop your fast walk. regret kicks your legs, making them shake, your hands closing into fists. your eyes are turning glassy once more, realization hitting you like a slap.

you didn’t want to lose her, that was the last thing you wished.

you turn around, ready to go back to her and have the discussion that needed to be spoken between you two since too much time now, only to find out you were never alone.

shimizu was right there, just a couple feet away from you.

you let out a frightened cry, taking a step back.

you hadn’t heard her following you. moreover, you certainly wasn’t expecting her to.

“sorry,” she starts, lifting her hands defensively. “i didn’t mean to scare you.”

you manage to blink the tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes away. your gaze wanders over her face warily, scared almost, as if you didn’t recognize her, although having known that person for years.

she does the same, but her gaze isn’t as untrusting and fearful. contrary, it was hurt. there was affection in it, eyeing you like you were some wounded cat in a corner.

which wasn’t too far from the truth.

“can we talk?” she asks. you notice her foot moving closer, but she withdraws it when you make yours get backward as a consequence.

you want to, so badly.

but the anger is so much louder than rationality.

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Sorry your boyfriend died and came back and died and came back and died and came back and died and came back again. He was trying to find you.

I need him to pry my mouth open and spit in it, need him to drag his nails against my back, need him to shove my face into the mattress as he fucks me from behind, need him to pull my hair, need him so fucking bad

i guess that cunt getting eaten

i haven’t written anything in so long.. 😭 even my wording became bad AF i need to get on my zoom

Sub bully gojo like he was planning on fucking and bullying reader when the opposite went way? Like reader had enough of his bullshit and makes him cry and overstimulates him?

Loser | sub!gojo satoru

wc: 2.9k+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, mean!reader -> soft!reader, bully!gojo kinda but he’s more annoying then actually bullying, crying, footjob except he’s clothed, cumming in pants, college au, edging, comparing gojo to a puppy, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, overstimulation, knocking Gojo down a peg, teasing, cursing, mention of reader being shorter than gojo but not important, ooc gojo(?)

note : the writing may be weird… its been a while 😬

"Well well well, look who it is!" You grimace at the all too familiar voice and try to quickly turn the corner but a hand grabs your hand and turns you around, causing you to stumble back slightly but you catch yourself in time.

Furrowing your eyebrows and frowning in annoyance, you eye the person who stopped you: Gojo fucking Satoru. He’s the guy who’s been making your college life a living hell ever since he found out you two went to the same high school. Even though there were several other students here who also went to the same high school, he decided to annoy you for some reason.

The other students in the hallway quickly shuffle to their next classes or to lunch, too afraid to say something that’ll result in Gojo picking on them instead. Of course, they're scared, Gojo is known as a bully who somehow has good relationships with the teachers, an advantage he uses daily. The hallway is deserted now with only you two standing in. You hear the bell ring loudly throughout and your eyes dart to the clock on the wall. Damn it, you’re late to class now.

“Hey! Look at me, bitch.” You scowl deeply as your attention turns back to Gojo. You wonder if he’s aware of his childish personality or not. You assume he doesn’t by the way he continues to act like a toddler.

“What the hell do you want?” You reply, annoyance clear as day on your face. A grin spreads across his face when he sees your attention back on him. God, he loves the way you look at him like that. He quickly shoves the thought to the back of his head.

“In a bad mood today, huh?” He teases, that annoying grin still prominent on his face and you clench your fist into a ball, wanting to punch that grin off his stupid face though you know you can’t. He would just go running to the teachers and higher-ups and get you in trouble somehow.

You let out a small scoff and continue to glare at him before he talks again.

“What? You really think I’m gonna annoy you today?” He smirks and slowly walks closer to you but you grimace. He leans his head down slightly and you frown deeper. You’re already annoying me with your presence, you want to say.

“You should smile more, it’ll make you more pleasant to look at for once, [name]-” He could barely finish his sentence before your anger got the best of you. How dare he act like nothing’s happened?

“What is your fucking problem, you bastard?” You sneer at him as you shove his chest hard, causing him to widen his eyes at your sudden action and stumble backwards before tripping over his feet and falling to the ground on his bottom, his feet on the floor with his knees bent towards the ceiling and his hands behind him to stabilize himself. His legs are spread out slightly and he winces at the sudden impact.

If your mind wasn’t so flooded with anger right now, you would think that Gojo looks rather hot on the ground staring up at you with a flushed face and widened eyes.

Shit, he didn’t mean for you to get this pissed off. He was planning to ask you to come over to his house later or something. Usually you just ignore him and walk off quietly, he didn’t expect this at all. Why are you getting mad? Haven’t you gotten the hint that he bullies you cause he likes you?

You step a foot down awfully near his crotch and he flinches, staring at it with a red face but you don’t notice. You see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. He looks back up at you but quickly looks away when he sees you staring at him so intensely and you’re surprised just how easily he shut up from a simple shove to the ground. Maybe he’s more simple than you thought.

You see his chest rise up and down quickly. The silence is thick and heavy in the air with the sound of his breathing and your own heart beating rapidly in your chest the only noises you hear. The way he refuses to look at you, how red he is, and the way his legs slightly tremble gives you the wrong idea.

Does… seeing you towering over him and staring down at him turn him on somehow? No way, you think.

But when your eyes trail down from his still flushed face down his body and to the place between his spread legs, your idea is confirmed.

“Who said you could get fucking hard right now?” Gojo flinches and his eyes widen, quickly looking down at the rather large bulge in his pants. He tries to cover it with his hands but you quickly kick them away, resulting in his legs spreading even further apart.

Good thing that you’re at one of the more secluded and quiet areas of the school and that not many students nor teachers have classes here.

It’s odd. It’s really odd. How although he could easily get up and run away or even shove you back and say some mean things to you again, he’s not. He’s not doing any of that, just sitting on the ground in front of you like he enjoys it. And a part of you is starting to enjoy the situation as well.

You suddenly remember how although there’s no one in the hallway, there are still some students and teachers in the classrooms near you guys. It seems you two haven’t been loud enough to attract their attention but you know that at any moment, someone could step out into the hallway and spot you two. Though the thought just spurs you on even more.

He hesitates before glancing up at you and swallows again before glancing back at your shoe and it gives you an idea. Without thinking, you lift your foot and press it down on his crotch. The action immediately makes Gojo let out a deep groan and cover his mouth with his hand, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. The sight makes something in your stomach stir although you are still annoyed by his past actions.

Slowly, he opens his eyes back and stares at you, his eyes more soft than before. He puts his hand down and opens his mouth to talk but you notice how he hesitates.

“C-Could we ngh do this in a classroom-“

You quickly cut him off with a scoff. “Really? Do you really think I’m gonna take pity on you after you annoyed me everyday of my college life? It’s not my fault you got hard from just a shove.” You sneer in disgust, making Gojo shiver. “Maybe I should return the favor somehow.” Gojo’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees the anger in your eyes and the way you’re glaring down at him like he’s some sort of useless piece of trash. He feels something throb in his pants.

You suddenly smirk and Gojo has to hold back a whine from the way you look so scary but so hot at the same time.

“I wonder what everyone would think if they were to see you right now, pitifully on the floor like a fucking puppy,” you spit out.

Gojo squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to imagine the sheer shock on everyone’s faces if they were to stumble across him like this in the hallway. But oh God, the way you compare him to a puppy has his stomach fluttering and something else throbbing again.

He opens his eyes again and lets out the most pitiful whine you’ve ever heard and oh does it sound heavenly coming from someone you despise.

“Please?” You contemplate it. As much as you would rather stay in the hallway and ruin him here, you know that if you two were to be caught, you would face suspension and it would ruin your reputation even more. With a sigh and frown, you glance around and spot a dark classroom. Bingo.

You point to it and Gojo’s eyes dart to the empty room, his breathing still fast. He quickly understands it and slowly gets up from the floor.

“Go inside.” It wasn’t a statement, it was an order. He nods and he walks in, glancing behind him to make sure you’re following him inside. As you go into the room, you close the door and lock it, turning back to see Gojo already on the floor on his knees and it makes your heart quicken.

Walking up to him, you before him and immediately return your foot back on his crotch and press down. Gojo lets out a breathy curse from his lips and gasps, his hands obediently at his sides, clenching into fists tightly.

He’s embarrassed at himself for being so easy for you, already at your knees after his plan backfired on him but he’s not complaining. Not when your foot presses down harder which forces a moan out from him and makes his mind foggy. He’s close already. He tells you that and he blushes when you laugh.

“Already? How pathetic,” you tease. “And I thought I would at least get to see you naked first.” The idea of him being fully naked and you fully clothed makes him whimper and he’s quick to open his mouth to beg to get naked for you but you cut him off.

“But I don't think you deserve it after everything you’ve done. You’ll cum from my foot and without taking a piece of clothing off, understood?” He nods before he understands what you said and widens his eyes when he processes it.

“But-” “But?” You raise an eyebrow, daring him to disagree which shuts him right up. You smile and grind your shoe back down on his bulge. “Good, now go on. I know you’re just aching to get some friction, yeah?”

He nods again and doesn’t hesitate for a moment before bucking his hips up against your foot, letting out a soft cry as the pleasure shoots through his body. You keep your foot still and let him do all the work and he lets out a loud moan when a particular thrust has his precum leaking out and dampening his pants.

You feel him twitch underneath your foot and smirk in amusement. “Quiet now, it's still school time, remember?” The reminder has him whimpering, wanting to let out loud noises for you but understanding the environment. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s practically begging with those puppy eyes of his.

“P-Please?” “Please what, Gojo?” He lets out another soft cry, the pleasure being too much. His mind is so foggy from the fact that you two are in an empty classroom and can get caught at any moment and how he can’t let out loud noises like he wants and the feeling of his dick being so hard, it hurts.

And now you’re teasing him. How mean, he wants to say to you. But the chances that you get mad again and leave him here in the classroom by himself with a hard dick is too high. So he begs.

“Please let me cum? Please? I-I’ve been good-” You laugh again. He hasn’t been good at all to you but he has been good at not touching you and keeping quiet. So maybe you’ll take pity on him. Maybe.

“Hm should I?” You pretend to think and Gojo moans, his pace quickening against your foot and he nods frantically. “I don’t think I should.” The second you take your foot off him, Gojo swears he’s close to crying right then and there. His hands subconsciously dart out from his sides to reach for your ankle but your sharp glare stops him.

So instead, he whimpers as tears prickle the corner of his eyes, his dick aching for release. You smirk at the sight.

“Beg for it, Gojo. Unless you want me to leave.” He obeys yet again, almost too eagerly this time that it almost makes you laugh. Geez, knocking Gojo down his high horse is way more fun than you thought it would be.

“[Name] please? Please please please i'll be such a good boy for you i promise!” It’s cute, seeing his glossy eyes and parted lips as he pants like a puppy for you. You swear you see a glimpse of a tail behind him wagging eagerly.

“Do whatever you want to me! Just let me cum, please!” With a smile, you place your foot back on his bulge and press down hard.

He throws his head back with a whimper and he swears he sees stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Ah!- T-Thank you ngh” He goes back to his previous quick pace again and it’s not long till he’s close again. He squeezes his eyes shut, not trusting himself to not have them roll back and he hesitantly places his hands around your ankle to keep it there, refusing for you to pull away again. You click your tongue in disapproval but don’t say anything about it which he is grateful about.

“I’m gonna cum im gonna cum-” He babbles out as he continues to rut against your foot like a dog in heat. “Such a good boy for me, telling me that you’re close and not cuming without permission.,” you praise and you swear his hips stutters at that. A sucker for praise, it seems.

His eyes shoot open and it's clear what he’s begging for. “Go on, cum.”

And he does almost immediately. One of his hands shoots up to cover his mouth as he muffles his choked moans and whimpers and your eyes look down to see the spot where his crotch is quickly dampening as he cums.

But you don’t stop, you actually speed up. Gojo feels your foot continuing to grind down on his now damp crotch and he can barely hold on, his hand dropping from his mouth back to hastily hold onto your leg. His eyes widen and curses sputter out of his mouth in stutters.

“S-Shit wait! I’m ngh not ready-” You grab a handful of his hair and yank on it hard, forcing him to look directly at you and let out a rather loud whine. He stares at you with tears ready to fall down his face and oh does he look good like this. He’s on his knees, his hips bucking up to your foot as if he didn’t just say he’s not ready, face flushed such a pretty pink as he stares up at you like you own him. The tight grip you have on his hair has his scalp prickling in pain in such a good way that he almost begs for you to yank harder but another moan escapes him before he can.

“Come on, you were begging so nicely earlier,” you say mockingly, a feign pout on your face as you stare down at the once confident man. “Don’t you want to cum again? I think you got some more in you, yeah?”

He immediately nods and lets out a cry when you step down even harder on his clothed dick and pull on his hair harder. Shit, he’s already close again, the overstimulation getting to him and making it feel all so much better. He can barely even talk or speak full sentences anymore, only letting out mainly whines and whimpers and a few babbles here and there.

Each tug of your hand, grind of your shoe, and praise or degradation you graciously give to him has him soon crying out of pure pleasure. Tears streak down his face slowly as he gets closer to cumming again. You’re almost jealous of how pretty he still is while crying.

“Cum.” That’s all he needs to hear before his hips stutter again and he lets out a quiet sob, cumming for the second time and staining his pants even more.

His pace slows down before stopping, his breath slowing down. He slowly leans forward to lean his cheek against your leg and your breath hitches at the sight. You can feel his hot breath against your leg as he stares up at you with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s mumbling under his breath and you swear you hear “thank you’s” coming out quietly.

You can’t help but lean down slightly and run your hand through his hair, hearing a soft hum coming from him as he sighs when your hand moves down to caress his damp cheek, nuzzling against it.

The sudden sound of the school bell ringing snaps you two out of the trance. Right, you two are still at school in an empty classroom. You hear the other students rush out of the nearby classes to leave and return home and you’re glad that you two aren’t in view of the door window.

You hear a sigh coming from Gojo and you look back at him and see him smile up at you.

“I… enjoyed that,” he murmurs shyly and you can't help but smile. “You did so good for me.” He whines and blushes and you swear you feel another twitch from his crotch.

Let's just say that you two continued to meet at that spot many times after that.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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My first tumblr post ewwwww

Idk how to work this but I'll try, i just want somewhere to keep posting edits cause insta is too evil.

i had the most unhinged thought and raced to your inbox because i need this demon expelled from my body asap. hawks coming home from the worst day of patrol, everything went wrong and he had to speak up at a press conference, play the part of perfect, and all he wants is to melt into your touch. you can see it in his eyes, the dark circles, and the weary tilt of his smile. "baby bird," his voice is hoarse, "need you to hurt me tonight," so he can finally unravel. you're the only one he wants to be perfect for. okay goodbyeee 💀

𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒

Pairing: Masochist! Hawks x Gn! Sadist! Reader

CW: face slapping, lots of blood, cock stepping, kicking, bruising, cock slapping, heavy degration, loss of air, mean reader, tons and tons of tears, scratching, mouth spitting, no mention of safe word but keep in mind it is there !!!

A/N: anon im sorry i totally changed ur thing, i just saw masochist hawks and sprinted. the demons wrote this, not me. dont look at me everyone. HEED THE TAGS

it was a way to blow off steam. something that he looks forward to, just some time where he doesn't have to think anymore. only feeling he has the stinging sensations and the tears that prick his eyes. it was an embaressing obsession he had. he loved pain.

Keigo walks to the bedroom, his hero costume tattered, and dark circles under his eyes. he is exhausted, but coming to you for your touch. pulling you close to him, and mumbling into your neck how bad he wants you to hurt him. till he bruises and bleeds. till every thought just disappears except for you.

and so you pull away, and slap him. it makes him tumble backward, and his yellow glasses fall off. he touches the tingling feeling on his face, blood spilling out from the skin caught on your wedding ring. you dont let up, sending another loud smack across his face, and this time he does fall to the ground, landing on his ass.

tears prick at his eyes, and he can feel his lip tear open. the taste of blood coats his mouth and he gulps, looking up at you for more.

he feels your foot jab onto his clothed cock and he keens, wincing up at you. "w-wait," he stutters, throwing his head back when your press even harder. "fuck!"

"wait? you want me to wait? after you begged for it like a dog?" he is squirming under you, tears now streaming down his face as you dig your foot into his pants.

"'m sorry. sorry—you are going to kill me!" he pleads, hands trying to dig themself into the carpet to fight back against the pain.

you sigh, and let up, instead using your foot to push at his chest, causing him to fall over and onto his back. "take off your clothes, Keigo," you mumble, taking a seat on the bed with crossed legs and staring down at him.

"okay. okay. I will. Just give me a minute!" he pants, tearing off his jacket and shirt as fast as he can. he knows something is coming, you werent playing nice.

you dont give him enough time, he reaches for his pants, and without hesitation you slam your foot into his stomach. he goes tumbling backwards and lands on his side, curling into a ball and panting. his eyes are wide and he is gripping onto his adomen. it surely will leave a huge bruise tomorrow. but thats not what he is worried about, he cant breathe.

"awww, did you get the wind knocked out of you? that's what happens when you move too slow," you tease, as you take in his appearance. he trembles in front of you, looking up at you in fear. tears drip down his cheeks and onto the ground, as he tries and fails to catch his breath.

you giggle at him, padding over to him. he flinches at the footsteps, bracing himself for another kick, but you just begin to unbutton his pants, pulling them down. "useless thing, arent you. cant follow any directions," you coo, now tearing off his boxers.

his cock springs out, tip red and leaking pre cum. "such a pervert! you sick fuck, keigo. who gets hard from getting beat?" you land another slap to his thigh, and his whole body jerks.

you smile at the red handprint, glancing back at him to see him beginning to drool. its coated red from the blood from his cheek and lip. he's is still heaving from the kick, eyes wide, and body gasping for oxygen.

"say Hawks do you get turned on when you are losing against villains? pop a boner like a freak for anyone who hits you?"

his eyes flash to you and he is shaking his head desperately. his words are breathless, "no. no. 'm not a freak!"

a quick, but harsh slap to his cock. he jumps again, globs of tears falling quicker. "fuckkkkk," he whimpers, shaking his head back and forth. his whole body shakes, and fingers dig into his own skin.

"you liar! do you want to be kicked again?"

"no no no no. im sorry. im sorry! im a freak. a pervert who likes to get hit. im sorry," he sobs, reaching for your ankle for comfort. you slap it away and he hisses, rubbing the back of it with a sniffle.

but you smile at him and lean over to sit on his chest. his head is still lolled to the side and his body racks with sobs. "shhhhhhh. so whiny Keigo. thanks for admitting it. my disgusting pervert. here, a reward."

you grab his face, hard enough to bruise, and force him to look up at you. his eyes are half shut in a wince, but he tries to force them open to look at you. you pry his mouth open, lean forward, and drop a glob of spit into his mouth.

he doesnt hesitate to swallow it, opening his mouth up again and sticking his tongue out to show you its gone. "th-thank you," he whimpers, and you smile fondly at him.

you hands trail up and down his down his body, sending vicicoius red raised scratchmarks along his pretty skin. "now, pervert....what should we do to this pretty canvas?"

he grins up at you, tears still dripping, and blood staining his cheeks and lips, but still stars in his eyes. "anything."

Pumpkin Night and Mai-chan's Daily Life

pretty boy hair

Happy Picture Diary

By Akiko

Compulsory heterosexuality is a hell of a drug

not to be a negative nancy and no hate whatsoever to tanakiyo but i miss when kiyoyachi was a huge haikyuu ship and one of the main ones. why tf is it a rarepair since when did this fandom gaf about canon status 😭😭😭

Mr. Yano's Ordinary Days (矢野くんの普通の日々) // Tamura Yui

𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚.. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

Life sucks knowing you’ll never find that one fic u lost

240826 | 0ct0ber19 instagram story 🐰

I have a gripe with adult fan fic writers. Bc why the actual fuck are y’all aging up children to write smut about them? It doesn’t matter if they’re aged up, you were still attracted to the version you saw on screen, which was a child. The initial attraction was to a child. It doesn’t matter if you age up the characters it’s still weird and creepy and gross.

DON'T GO ON HAMAS.//////COM

I recently saw tweets about this website called Hamas .com.

It is a site made by Israel to steal your information.

Its just another way that Israel will harm Palestinians by making a fake website to confuse advocates

PLEASE GO TO ARAB.ORG INSTEAD FOR DAILY CLICKS

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Israel telling it's citizens to edit wikipedia pages to "preserve the truth and sanctity of Israel" has got to be a new level of desperation.

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