I LOVE WHEN YOU DO THAT ! ── Aot + Jjk Men.

Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.

“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.

He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.

Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.

“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”

Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”

Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.

“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”

You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.

You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.

pantalone and ( prime ) dottore pamper you

nsfw . mdni . (sub) female reader (afab, she/her usage)

cockwarming, size kink, slight infantilization, slight threesome, unspecified relationships, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, slight humiliation, basically they’re dressing you up for a ball

i might write a signora + arlecchino x reader sandwich tomorrow. my demons just took over, here, PHEW 😮‍💨

“p-please… can’t sit still anymore…”

“sh, shhh my darling,” pantalone hushed against your tears. his voice was calm and gentle like the wind, even with his touch to match. he made you feel safe, as if peace could somehow envelope your body in this cold, dark palace.

“but you’re doing so good for us already,” dottore whispered from behind. as you sat on his lap, your back to his front, he landed two pats on your left thigh, making you jolt. the two men in the room didn’t even try hiding their light laughter at your little reactions.

such evil, they were—having you sit still on dottore’s lap with his hardened cock inside of you. he was too big for you. even his hand, which now squeezed at your thigh, was so large. his natural grip alone kept you pinned down and squirming on his lap.

his shaft was so warm, you could feel it pulsing against your own throbbing walls. and you were sure he could feel it—the way your insides squeezed him so nicely.

“i’m going to continue,” pantalone told you, planting the sweetest of kisses on your cheek. “okay, princess?”

he gave you a kind-looking smile when you nodded your tear-soaked head, before eventually progressing. the ninth harbinger then lowered himself to his knees, hands moving to gently grab at your ankle. he looped on the most delicate yet extravagant thigh garters you had ever seen up your leg—one that could be fitting for even her majesty herself.

and yet here he was, putting such an expensive jewelry on you.

“do you like it?” dottore hummed against your neck. “we thought it would be so fitting for a doll—though, pantalone is more of a stylist than i…”

“oh, you needn’t to flatter,” said pantalone quite passively. to gain better access, he suddenly lifted your leg upwards. your upper body pressed back into dottore’s chest as a result, pushing you down deeper on his cock.

you practically let out a cry at the penetration, and almost immediately at the sound, dottore’s rough hands planted themselves on your hips. his hands, oh archons, his hands. those rough fingers, though gloved, were pressed hard against your skin. they rubbed right at your pelvic bone, forcing you steady. they were so steady and controlling, sticking quite true to his surgical and scientific background.

his cock twitched inside of you, and you found yourself flinching still as pantalone secured the garter around your thigh.

“it’s pretty on her, isn’t it?”

“truly,” dottore agreed, his fingers moving down to lace through the fabric. you shivered—if he wanted to, he could rip it from one stretch of his hand alone.

pantalone contentedly sighed, “im glad. she’ll look so good at the ball tonight once we’re done with her.” he leaned in, playing a light, almost loving kiss at your puffy clit.

when he stood up, his hands moved to unbutton your top clothes, likely planning on changing your attire next. icy air bit at your bare skin so harshly, you felt like you’d freeze to death while these rich men stayed warm in their coats.

and yet as you shivered, both men couldn’t resist to put their hands all over your naked body. it was almost as if they were holding back all this time—pantalone’s sweet demeanor turning into one where his hands grabbed and twisted at your tits like you were their sex doll.

and perhaps, maybe they like dressing you up just for that.

gn guys 😨

/ not proofread

*grabby hands* dilf!nanami hcs..

DILF!NANAMI

match up ꑘ dilf!nanami x nanny!reader [afab + fem!reader, she/her prns]

tags/warnings ꑘ age gap [reader is 26/nanami is 37], mentions of kids, illness comfort, alcohol use, pet names, domesticity kink, marking [hickies + biting + scratching + m.receiving], sex toys [vibe], oral [f.receiving], mating press, overstim, aftercare-ish

ro's notes ꑘ hehehe now honey yk me so well 🤭 also i may have flushed this one out since i love it sm but i hope u don’t mind 🤧

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose hand was practically forced when it came to hiring a nanny, his promotion taking precious time away from his twins, yuuji and sukuna. “i’m sorry, boys, but i’m sure you’ll love them. i’ll only hire the best for you two.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who shocked you the second he opened the door to his apartment, his sharp jaw and handsome features making you stutter out your hello, him returning with, “you must be ms. [y/n]. nice to meet you, dear.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who found it hard to dislike you even at your newly constant presence, because even when the kids were at school, you were there, cleaning the house or asking him if he needed anything from the market. “well, suk wanted some mango and yuj some strawberries, so would you like a fruit with your “school” lunch like them.” the smile and giggle making his heart pick up pace

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose favorite weekend activity was quickly going to the park with you and the twins, loving how you would tease and pick at them but still give them the encouragement and support they needed “yuuji your hairs a mess—come ‘ere so i can fix it, baby.” “sukuna, look at me for a sec and why don’t you tell me why you’ve started crying, hun.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose favorite weekend activity was quickly going to the park with you and the twins, loving how you would tease and pick at them but still give them the encouragement and support they needed “yuuji your hairs a mess—come ‘ere so i can fix it, baby.” “sukuna, look at me for a sec and why don’t you tell me why you’ve started crying, hun.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who started to depend on you on more than just an employee level, enjoying your ‘non-nanny’ days when the twins would spend the night at their friend, megumi’s home and you would sit with him on the couch and talk for a few hours “mmm, i see. so your boss wants you to newbies work? doesn’t seem fair.” even falling asleep on his shoulder one night

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who began to care for you quicker than expected, your kindness and optimism oftentimes overtaking his pessimistic, tired days, leaving him to yearn for your return from picking up the twins from school. “don’t rush,” is what he’d tell you but may have paced back and forth in front of the main window while he waited when he should be writing emails

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who reveled in your presence during the summer months when the four of you traveled to the Netherlands for some time away from the city—Nanami saying the reason was that was were his great grandfather was from. “i’ll be honest with you,,,i’ve never met that man in my life but it is beautiful here, isn’t it?”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who loved having your bedroom next to his rather than across the apartment, loved hearing your music play when you showered, hearing you murmur to your family over the phone, and dance around when you got tipsy late at night

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who forced you to the doctors when you got a cold, sending the boys to the old couple next door that had been dying to spend the day with them

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who then let the twins have a sleep over so he could sit by your bed that night and rush to the bathroom for cool wash cloths when you gained a fever, then falling asleep with his head at the foot of your bed

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fell ill shortly after you got better and was possible too ecstatic to have you dozing off on his bed after taking his temperature instead “such a cozy sleeper,” he thought before joining you in slumber

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was accidentally too touchy one night, putting his hand on your lower back and kissing your cheek before you left the kitchen to get ready for bed, saying, “goodnight, sunshine.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was knocking on your bedroom door after a day of the two of you playing with the kids in the garden. “mr. kento? i’m in the bath, but you can come in.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who nervously walked toward your bathroom, only to pause outside the open doorframe, twisting to rest his back against the wall. “a bath? you never take those.” “well after my shower i was feeling a bit sore.”

“hm…im sure there’s a spa in town. you’ve been working so hard. why don’t you take the day off to enjoy yourself, get a massage?”

“mmm, i don’t know.” and maybe there had been a two time empty wine glass sitting on the edge of that tub. “i don’t think i’d want anyone but you to touch me when I’m so close to be naked.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fumbled the bag he soooo desperately wanted. “uh, some other time. I actually came to ask you something.”,

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had successfully stumbled through asking to make you dinner when the boys would be with the neighbors for a few days. “it’s almost time to head back to Tokyo—wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for us so far.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fed you a homemade meal and a bottle of wine that left you sitting on his lap, playing the his unbuttoned white shirt, chewing on your lip while his smooth voice washed over you. “your voice is so sexy,” you slurred, pawing at his chest. “it’s like…fuckable- want your voice to fuck me, mr. nanami”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who let you kiss on his neck while holding your hips still, “why don’t we get you to bed?”, only to learn you had fell asleep and he would be trudging through the house with you in his arms to put you to bed

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who refused to have the childish “i’m embarrassed and i’m sorry” from you, quickly correcting that if he hadn’t enjoyed it you would’ve known and the bruises in his neck was a lasting reminder of how long he let you kiss and suck at his throat

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who wasted no time in taking the chores off your hands for the next couple of days and him standing over the sink, washing the dishes, shouldn’t have made you ache as much as it did

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was suddenly aware of the vibrating sound coming from your bedroom; he’d heard it before but now that he’d pieced it together he may have tried to listen a bit closer

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had knocked on your door and now had one of your legs over his shoulder while he sucked on your clit and licked through your folds in the middle of the doorway “such a pretty thing,” was muffled because of your hands keeping his head buried in your cunt

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who did his best to be loving when he got you on the bed, did his best to fuck you slow and sweet, “it’s been so long, [y/n].” but your pleas for him to be more rough broke his resolve. “i’m begging, kento. i wanna cry- make me cry, please. please, fuck me harder.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose blonde hair was messy with sweat while your hands clawed at his back. “hell, you feel so good and your fucking nails.” his thrusts forced you to grab ahold of the headboard to keep from having your head slammed into the wood.

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who took pride in pressing your legs to your chest and pumping loads of cum into your drenched cunt “you’ll take it all, won’t you?” loving how you screamed, “yes! yes, i will.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose eyes caught the vibrator sitting on your nightstand and quickly pressed it against your clit and watch you try and squirm away “c’mon stay still, beautiful.” “‘m tryinggg.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had you cum over and over till tears left your eyes to grace your cheeks. “kento- I’m- I can’t-” “i know, i know. one more for me, alright?” him, stroking your cheeks so lovingly like he wasn’t making you gasp for air and grit your teeth

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who, with ease, made you a mess on his dick, leaving you shaking against his chest after you had both came for the last time. “just relax. i’ve got you, dear.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who couldn’t have been happier to wake up next to you, your hands wrapped around his bicep, face squished against his bite mark covered shoulder. “love,,,we’ve got to get up…wait- uh, how do you feel? can you move?”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who made you breakfast in bed before running to the grab the twins from your neighbors. “i’ll be back right.” then listening to sukuna ask if you could come with them next summer. “hopefully and hopefully she’ll come with us when we go to Malaysia.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fell quick and even harder when you returned to Japan, ready to remove your nanny title to something more and closer to his heart. maybe even move your room closer to his

ꑘ AND DILF!NANAMI who had thoughts of proposing just a year later with a simple ring like you requested and at a bar in Malaysia where he had taken you on your first date of many dates “i think i wanna spend the rest of my life with you, move the out with you, travel with you, retire with you, do everything with. you..”

tagging ꑘ @sintiva @okhotel @chaotic-nick @missyasma @tonaken @nekoriots @wh0reforlevi @q-the-rockaholic @forwardpair @sugaslilsugabby @erenyeagerswhore @takemichiluvr @heartsfrommars + taglist

surrender to the sea, hange zoë (pt. II)

pairing: pirate captain!hange x noble!reader, they/them pronouns used for hange—afab anatomy for both

summary: your father’s shady business deals with a pirate crew lead to collateral damage.

pt. i here : (x)

warnings: explicit sexual content - 18+, minors dni. poc friendly!! hange is a freak, r is SO down bad (same), jealous!hange, knifeplay, bloodplay, r calls hange captain, cunnilingus h!receiving, fingering r!receiving, corruption kink if u squint.., praise.

wc: 3.5k

an: i got a bit crazy forgive me

—

Hange nudged their head into your neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin as you came to wake up. After the events of last night, Hange led you to their bed, where you'd both spent the night. It'd be a little cruel to leave you sleeping on that wicker couch, after all.

You struggled sleeping for a while, your actions having kept you up awake as your mind mulled. Hints of shame and confusion tugged at your heart, wrapping its cruel tendrils around your mind.

You were in two minds, one— it didn't matter, you'd be leaving with Hange's ship soon enough, likely to never to see your father or anyone at court again so really, feeling shame was futile. However, its lingering effects tugged on, you hadn't regretted it, not in the slightest, actually. You just wondered if this was a smart decision. If you should have given yourself away so freely and carelessly to someone like Hange. Yet, you couldn't stop thinking of them, the way their hands trailed down so tenderly down your body, the way their fingers had felt on your skin. It was exhilarating.

Morning eased the turmoil, once you took notice of the way the warm sunlight that creeped through the port window reflected on Hange's skin. The light emphasising the brown shades in their hair that shone with deep reds, the amber in their gentle eyes as they gazed up at you, head resting on the thin pillow. Hange's shirt was off, having been thrown to the cabin floor in the midst of their sleep, the skin of their shoulders exposed as the rest was hidden beneath the covers.

Dangerous waters had already been tread, was there any return at this point?

"We leave tomorrow," Hange spoke, voice breaking through the silence of the night. You nodded, a buzz in your veins as you'd finally get to live a life of your own choosing.

Sighing, Hange lifted themselves up, rubbing their eyes before reaching for the glasses they'd set on the wooden table. You watched as they pulled the straps over their hair, resting the goggles into place on the bridge of their nose, before your eyes trailed down to their exposed torso.

You hadn't seen them like this yesterday, the clothing had remained on, so you took the opportunity to look admire them, properly. Noticing marks and scarring scattered over their toned arms and across their shoulder blades, probably due to fighting, you assumed. Your ventures stopped at their chest, releasing memories from the night before, heat washed over your cheeks. You had never seen another naked body besides your own, and Hange was ravishing, toned, slender and muscled, their abdomen tight and their breasts modest.

They caught you staring before speaking,

"Like what you see?"

"I didn't get a chance to look at you yesterday, it's not fair you saw me that way yet I could not see you,"

"There's lots of time for that yet, my lady," Hange grinned, you noticed a hint of a blush on their cheeks. At least you weren't feeling coy all by yourself.

"What shall you do about my father?" You questioned, uncertain.

"I have yet to decide," They spoke, a part of them wondering if it was punishment enough to leave without words, let him simmer in the loss of his riches and connections, or to confront him. Truth is, Hange didn't want to risk you back in his tight clutches, tethered to a life of disappointing misery. The weight of their own selfishness fighting the urge of justice for their crew. A heavy burden, indeed.

"He can rot with the fishes for all I care,"

—

You were on the decks, in a frivolous attempt to pull your own weight. You wanted to help, just didn't really know how. Levi stalked past, looking at you sat criss-cross on the deck struggling to tie a decent knot, he snorted— lubber he'd called you. A little derogatory, his way of making sure you were aware of how incompetent you were at ship maintenance, far unaccustomed to sea faring. You took it in stride, though, motivated to learn and become at least somewhat efficient.

Starting to get frustrated, you cursed at your hands and their lack of nimble tactility. How difficult could it truly be? You studied the knots of rope attached to the ship posts, wrapped in a tight proficiency and frowned, your capability was nowhere near that level.

Reiner made his way over towards you, plotting himself beside you on the deck. Chortling at your attempts, he grabbed the ends of the rope that had remained bunched on the floor, the rest wrapped around your hands as you fumbled.

"I'll show you, my lady," Before demonstrating how to start the loops, running the rope through a tight loop. The title felt cold from his tongue, as you grimaced, you didn't like the way it dripped from his lips. Honestly, you were thankful for the demonstration but you would've figured it out at some point anyway. You watched anyway, not wanting to come across as ungrateful.

Hange was pulling nets from the bottom of the seabed with Levi's assistance. After they'd successfully hauled the nets and rested the caught fishes on the deck, Hange glanced around the ship, looking for you.

They spotted you first, hunched over some knots—then Reiner. His body far closer than was necessary, as he grabbed the rope from your hands, patting you on the arm and laughing at your annoyed expression. Something bitter twisted inside Hange's stomach, something resentful and unseemly. Hange's brows furrowed, vigilant as they watched the ordeal.

The green-eyed snake writhed further upon seeing how your lips extended into a smile as you managed to successfully tie a bowline, due to his diligence. Your voice travelling through the deck as you thanked him. I could've showed you how to do that, Hange thought, lips contorting into a scowl, He's not even the greatest at tying knots anyway.

Levi noticed this, he had planned on remaining silent on the matter, however seeing how viscerally Hange had responded, it was hard to bite his tongue.

"Don't tell me you're sweet on the lubber, Captain." He murmured, that was the absolute last thing the plan needed. The ship had been running smoothly, adding complex emotions and tensions between crewmates wasn't going to benefit anyone.

Hange exhaled, not dignifying his words with a response, instead sauntering off to where you and Reiner were based.

Levi sighed, rolling his eyes. Great.

Your head turned behind you, a glimmer in your eyes at their presence, unnoticed by Hange as they glared at Reiner. Arms crossed.

Reiner must've felt the daggers being thrown at his back, for he turned too, suddenly sheepish at the way Hange was staring down at him.

"Shouldn't you be busy filling crates?" Hange spoke, eyebrows raising, their voice stern and rigid.

Reiner looked between you and Hange, shoulders slumping as he hoisted himself up to his feet, a vague expression marked on his features.

"Sorry, Captain," He mumbled, looking back towards you, "A pleasure to help you, my lady,"

You nodded, picking up on the change in ambience, on the unspoken hostility in the air. You daren't speak as Reiner made his way back to his designated job.

Hange sat beside you, a taut breath escaping their lips. Picking up the rope, they huffed, fingers working the fibres, "He's useless at making knots, I don't even know why he was trying to teach you,"

You snorted, a faint smile creeping up on your lips, as you watched Hange work silently. Their brows were still grooved with discontent.

You raised your hand, thumb softening the crease of skin between Hange's eyebrows.

"Careful, Captain, he'll think you were getting envious," You teased, feeling a warmth at your core at Hange's disposition, inappropriate desire heated your body.

Hange lifted their head to look at you, your teeth catching at the plumpness of your bottom lip, a playful glaze in your eyes. Captain? You'd never called them that before.

Hange was stilled into silence, tongue nonverbal as their brain caught up. Many people had called Hange that title in their lifetime, never has it impacted them the way it did when it slipped sweetly from your mouth. That pretty mouth which had uttered such indecency just the night before, and here it was luring them back in again. 

"You like when I call you that?" You teased further, testing how far you could reach, as your face reached closer.

Hange stood up, grabbing your arm and leading you into their quarters.

Once the door had closed, you were pushed against it, body against body as Hange whispered,

"That wasn't very ladylike, you know," Their hands skimmed down your sides, threatening and tight.

"I have a feeling that you like when I'm not ladylike," The darkness pooled in your eyes again, drawing Hange in closer as their lips were inches from yours.

"Careful, my lady," They threw back at you, "Or I might not treat you as such,"

Your core clenched, eyes darting from their eyes to their parted lips. Hange's hand met the nape of your head, bunching your hair up and pulling your head down, exposing the skin of your neck.

"Though, you'd like that, right?"

The playfulness etched on your face eased, replaced by an aching hunger, it was so easy to fluster you, Hange thought. That tiny speck of confidence dissipated, as your eyes closed shut, awaiting the delectable contact of Hange's lips on your skin.

"You like to be disgraced, don't you?"

Whimpering, you tried to pull Hange closer, groaning when they resisted, standing in their place.

"Oh no, you don't get to make orders," They hummed, other hand coming to grab your wrist, pinning it to your stomach.

"You wanna like a brat, I'll treat you like a brat,"

Hange unclasped the buttons at your shirt, breasts spilling out. Hange lapped at the peaked nipples, the lingering remnants of saliva attracting the cold air, creating shivers down your spine.

You craved more, your body writhing for Hange's contact. They could see the desperation emitting from you, in that whiny expression plastered on your brows.

Feeling Hange's body against yours, there was something hard digging into your side, your gaze fell upon a short dagger that was hanging on Hange's pants. The sight thrilled you, being in close proximity with the weapon whilst Hange was running their tongue over your nipples caused you to suck in a breath, at the contrast of it all. Leaning your head back against the door, your eyes were half-lidded as they stayed focused on the dagger, noticing your shudders, Hange followed your gaze.

They gaped at you, halting their movements on your breast as a hand clasped the hilt of the dagger, your chest heaved, watching the way their delicate fingers handled the lethal weapon Hange used for close combat.

"You want me to use this, dear?" They rasped, exposing the reflective metal of the blade from its sheath, lifting it to the valley between your breasts. The blade ghosted over your skin, being dragged down your sternum as your breath got caught in your throat. You couldn't help but release a gasp as the pointed blade reached your navel, forcing a jerk from your midsection. You bit at your bottom lip, an attempt to stop the lewd noises from escaping. Covering your face with your hands in shame, in disbelief that something like this this was making you react this way.

"God, you're going to be the death of me, love," Hange breathed, getting a little too excited as they pressed the blade tighter on your skin, almost breaking the skin. A part of you wished it had.

"Hange, please,"

"What is it, darling? Want me to cut you?" There was a manic glaze over their eyes, voice coming out in low purrs, luring you deeper into indecency as your core squeezed. Drenched. You were absolutely desperate for Hange, needy for their attention and blazing touch. Legs weak as you rested your spine against the door, hands hanging on to Hange's shoulders for stability, your nails gripping at their clothes firmly.

You felt a prickle at your skin, a sharp sting as they drew out a thin line of blood at your hipbone, a sensitive point in your midsection. Hissing as a small red drop trickled down, contrasting against the smoothness of your skin.

You almost imploded when you felt Hange's tongue skim over the blood, their warmness encompassing the heat from the fresh cut. No longer able to withhold it, a dangerous moan left your lips. A plea for them to continue.

“Delicious,”

“Hange-fuck," you breathed, body almost unable to withstand its own weight. They continued to lick the drawn blood as it spilled, moaning to themselves.

Reaching back up to your neck, Hange guided you to the bed, where you fell back and laid, waiting. Hange hung over you, their stance almost predatory as half-lidded eyes stared down at you. Placing the dagger between their teeth, Hange's arm reached down to roughly lift your thighs, encasing themself between bent legs. As they reached for the waistband of your pants, exposing you to them in full, you breathed out in anticipation. Wide open for them to see.

"Please, I need to see you," You mewled, stubborn for some equity, grasping at their garments, pulling- a hint for them to be removed.

Hange chuckled, before unclasping their own shirt and dropping it behind them, pants followed after.

You could gaze at them fully now, admiring the toned build of their naked figure. Their exposed breasts hung against their chest. The scars and marks from a rough life lived at sea only intoxicated you further. Dagger now placed beside your head, its threatening presence melting your brain into mush.

"Wanted to see me that badly, huh?" Their voice was melodious, taunting. Raising a hand to their chest, you whimpered as you kneaded your fingers over Hange's breast, rubbing your thumb over the stiff peak. Hange's breathing picked up, relishing in the feeling of your hands on them.

"What would your father say if he saw you now, hm?"

Dagger grasped between their fingers again, its blade skimming over your knee and up to your inner thighs, "Tainted and desecrated, all for me."

The blade reached your swollen bud, as Hange carefully pressed the weapon against your wet heat, the coldness of it making you shiver.

"If Reiner knows his place he won't come near you again," They hummed, "I've acquired a taste for you now, my lady, and I don't share,"

"Please, Hange—please just touch me," You sobbed, thighs tightening around Hange's waist in an effort to bring them closer, an attempt to allow them to touch you where you'd craved. Your dripping centre pressing nearer the blade, as your hips rutted against it with depravity, begging for more.

"Not until you say it, my lady,"

You gaped at them, words caught in your throat as a bind of timidity washed over you.

"Say what?" You muttered, with hesitation. Hange's face pressed into your neck, nose ghosting over the skin behind your ear, their teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe, responsible for the goosebumps that trailed over.

"Say you belong to me," Hange's voice was muffled, lips hot against your neck as they inhaled. The hand not holding the dagger was firm against your hip, fingers indenting the plush skin, leaving marks. The dagger lightly sliding down your folds as you twitched into it, anxious that you’d cut yourself further on it but didn’t cease your movements.

"I only belong to you, Hange— please j-just fill me up, I need to feel you— so badly," You gasped out, ruined.

A smug hum from Hange, and the dagger was no longer in contact, thrown to the floor in a frenzy. The clang of steel reverberated against the wooden cabin floor.

"That’s better,"

Two fingers pushed into your entrance, sliding in with ease due to the lack of friction, lubricated by your own silky essence.

Debauched groans left your lips, as your hips began tilting into Hange's hand, matching the unrelenting pace of their wrist. Their fingers curled, pounding against the sweet spot within your walls. You held onto the loose strands of Hange's hair, tugging their head back to see the way their eyes darkened as they watched their own fingers pump in and out of your heat. Totally coated in your slick.

"Feels so good, Hange—ah—so fucking good," You voice hitched as another finger entered you, you could barely contain yourself, having been impatiently soaking yourself for the past half hour.

Hange thrived on each broken sentence, spurred further by the fact that they had effectively turned you out in such a way. How you let them destroy any semblance of dignity and honour you had left.

"Fuck—wish I could feel myself inside you properly," Their voice strained as their mind wandered. With their own swollen heat aching, they imagined spilling themselves inside of you. Imagined watching languidly as their cum would leak out of your clenching entrance. They settled for pushing their fingers in deeper, and curling their digits harder.

"Wanna fuck you, Captain— wanna make you feel good, too," you whined, grabbing at their waist, eyes lolling as Hange felt your abdomen spasm. Signalling your close release, Hange almost came from just that. An otherwise innocent title, sullied, by the filthiness in the room. Selfish thoughts plagued Hange, almost hoping that your lovely sounds were audible from outside the cabin. Hopes that Reiner could listen and learn his position. Not this one.

"That's it, baby, let 'em hear who you belong to," Hange rasped, your walls convulsing against their fingers.

"Only you, Captain, fuck—only you."

You hips trembled, incoherent moans as your release spilled all over Hange's hand, a ring of dampness on the sheets around your pelvis. Body riding the shockwaves before stilling, eyes empty as you stared at the ceiling, mouth agape, panting.

"Hange— that was," You couldn't finish your sentence, admiring the person before you as their lips etched into a arrogant smirk,

"Good, huh?" 

Your eyebrows titled up as you saw the reflection of Hange's own slick spread between their upper thighs.

"Wanna taste you," you mumbled, voice still lacking strength, barely trusting your limp arms to successfully pull Hange's leg over your chest.

Their features switched to surprise, mouth falling open as you placed them into a straddle above your breasts. Their throbbing centre hovering right above your face,

"Love, you don't have to,"

"I really, really want to," You pleaded, voice whiny once again, almost drunk. Hands drawing Hange's pelvis closer to your wanting mouth, as you lapped long, tentative licks over their tender flesh.

Hange closed their eyes, top lip quipping as they exhaled shakily, hips riding the sensation of your warm tongue on their heat. Their hand reached down to flick the wet strands of hair out of your mouth, exposing your face as it contorted with pleasure. Eyes closed, savouring Hange's saltiness as you parted their folds with your tongue. 

Hange cursed, "Atta girl, you're doing so well, baby," Their sweet praise made you tense, moaning as you sucked them in. The grip on their legs ceased, as they lowered themself fully onto your flattened tongue. Looking up at them, making eye contact as your cheeks were splashed with saliva, Hange spreading their slick all over your face as it dripped.

"Look so pretty like this," Hange wanted to go easier on you, knowing your lack of experience. Yet, it was hard to contain themselves when your enjoyment was so vocal, eager guttural sounds reverberating from deep within your throat.

Grabbing at the plushy skin of Hange's ass, you pushed your tongue deeper, rolling over Hange's clit,

"S'like you were born for eating pussy," Hange hissed, hand grabbing at the top of your head for stability as they glided their hips over your mouth.

Their thighs quivered over your chest, you spotted their stomach twitching as their movements got more erratic, chasing their release. 

A few more licks at their clit, your fingers dug into Hange's skin, easing your own build up of tension upon seeing Hange in a state of disarray. Their usual disposition of control and restraint ceasing, as you fucked them into their climax.

"Shit—," Hange groaned, hips rutting over your face, thighs clamping around you, almost cutting off air supply as the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, though that could've also just been the intoxication of Hange, who knows.

You felt Hange clench above you before their release seeped into your mouth, you sucked it all up, like such a good girl.

"Fuck, baby, you were so good at that," Lifting themselves off you, you looked up at them expectantly. A glimmering sparkle back in your doe eyes as you asked them if you did okay, eager for more of Hange's praise.

Hange kissed you, lips pressed tightly as their hand grabbed at your jaw.

"I'm afraid, I’m never letting go of you, my love,"

"Good, 'cos I'm not going anywhere,"

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i had to wordvomit this out before i exploded, lmk yalls thoughts— comment feedback, reblog or like to ur hearts content <3

“ she said she was struggling with her anatomy homework, so i offered to help! ”

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ medical student!suguru geto x f!reader / nsfw — mdni / pillow humping / oral (m -> f) + fingering + snowballing / praise + petnames / raw sex / slight breeding + creampie / dacryphilia / dedicated 2 ma resident sugu luvrs @atsumeii @getosbunny @shadowsorceress / 1.6k wc ♱ masterlist.

med student!suguru, who you'd met in ANAT 2LL3— your human anatomy course— and garnered feelings for almost instantly. with his long black hair often kept up in a bun, pretty eyes that turned crescent-mooned whenever he flashed you that infectious smile of his, and a deep laugh that had your heart beating in your abdomen, it was hard not to. as shameful as it made you feel— it was especially hard not to grind your bare cunny down against your pillow at the thought of his soft pink lips on your clit and his silver-clad fingers knuckles deep inside your walls, the baritone rumbling of his voice playing in your mind on loop distracting you from your studies and keeping you up far too late at night.

med student!suguru, who took quite a liking to you too— to the shy smiles you’d send him whenever he caught your gaze, to the slight peek of your tongue pushing past your lips as you'd furiously scribble down notes in lecture, to the coquettish lilt in your voice whenever you’d greet him by that cute nickname you gave him—but it’s the way you meekly tug on his shirt and bat your lashes at him that sends his brain into overdrive. he knows you’re just trying to get his attention, but the act of your fingers grappling at his sleeve and whining out that you need his help evokes some carnal desire in him that makes him want to break you; to break you and then baby you, kissing the tears off your cheeks as he tells you just how good you’re being for him.

med student!suguru, who, after hearing you tell him how worried you are for the final exam, offers to study with you— his warm palm a reassuring grip on your thigh and voice honeyed when he asks, “why don’t you let me take some stress off of you?”

med student!suguru, who invites you to his dormitory to study, and it’s when he pats down the empty space on his bed next to him that you realize you may not get much studying done tonight. everything goes smooth sailing at first— he’s coaxing cute giggles from you when he draws skeletons over your hand and up your arm to help you memorize the name of each bone, ligament, tendon, and muscle— but his marker is quick to get replaced by the tips of his fingers when he gets to your neck, the cold tips of his digits sending chills down your spine as they leave lingering touches across your collarbone and down your sternum.

med student!suguru, who keeps his mauve irises locked onto the way your lashes flutter and your lips part as he calmly palms your breast, the pad of his thumb innocently skimming over a pebbled nipple through your thin shirt. his ministrations have you keening into his touch, soft whines escaping your throat as your thighs squeeze shut and a fire begins to burn in the pit of your stomach. a single, hushed "please" falls from your lips onto his ears, and it's all he needs to hear before his mouth latches onto your neck, kisses and licks followed by mutters of the names of each artery and vein that lie under the supple skin there heating up your insides.

med student!suguru, who skips eight chapters worth of testable content when he jumps from structural to female reproductive anatomy. his fingers make hasty work to pull off his hoodie as his lips travel south, leaving dark bruises along his trail until he reaches the waistband of your skirt and his torso is bracketed in between your legs. his eyes scan over your face, and god, you look so pretty from this angle— with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and restless fingers bunching up the cotton fabric by your side, cunny clenching around nothing in a search for something to alleviate the tension building up in your core. and before you know it, suguru's getting on his elbows and placing the backs of your knees atop his shoulders, balmy palms running the far-too short skirt you were wearing up your thighs to bunch up at your waist.

med student!suguru, who can smell the arousal emanating off of you when he’s greeted by your now soaked, panty-clad cunny in front of his face. his lips are puckered up against the swell of your clit over the damp fabric, the edges curving into a smirk when desperate mewls and choked breaths fall onto his ears. he’s quick to heed your inarticulate requests, deftly pushing your panties to the side with his index and middle fingers, running them up and down your folds to collect the milky essence that’s started to seep out of you. entranced by the stringy strand of residue that connects the pads of his fingers to your clit when he pulls back— he replaces them with his nose as he gently prods the swollen nub, lips grazing over your slick warmth, “gonna let me have a taste of you, pretty girl?”

med student!suguru, who, after hearing your drawn-out whines of agreement, wastes no time in pressing his tongue flat against your drooling hole and licking a long, slow stripe from the base all the way up to your clit— anatomy notes long forgotten as they get shuffled off the bed. he watches through hooded eyes at the way your lips twist and contort to release breathy moans of his name— the neediness lacing your voice sending cold flames up his body. a tease is what he is, the deliberate strokes of his tongue sheathed in your cunny driving you up the walls as you grapple with the dark roots of his hair trapped in between your fingers, losing all sense of sanity as you feel the burning in the pit of your stomach start to grow unbearably hot.

med student!suguru, whose cock twitches and heart swells at your tiny, broken whimpers of, “wanna cum— wanna cum on your cock, sugu’”. he grins at the realization of how you have him wrapped so tightly around you finger, pulling away from your leaking cunny almost immediately when your words fall onto his ears. he admires the thin sheen of sweat covering your half-bare frame as he leans back on his haunches and pulls his cock out of his slacks, letting it slap up against your abdomen— thumbs pressing down on the tip where it meets your skin, “look how deep you can take me, doll… gonna fill you up nice ‘nd tight.”

med student!suguru, who kisses you deeply after eating you out, tossing the remnants of your slick from his tongue onto yours while he eases his length inside your slick cunny. his cream-stained fingers wipe away the tears that pool at the corners of your eyes before they have the chance to spill over your lash line and he dotes on you, sweet praise whispered into your ears about how beautiful you look with your glazed-over eyes, how good your walls feel around him, how you’re an angel on earth— but it all goes past your head as the only thing you can make out behind your wracked sobs is suguru speaking in tongues.

med student!suguru, whose hands are gentle on your face, but whose hips tell a different story. his thrusts begin slow and calculated, drawing you out to your limits before you begin to claw at his back and your body breaks into trembles beneath him. and then he’s rocking and grinding into your cunny almost dizzyingly fast, the bulbous head of his cock prodding the one spongy spot inside you that makes you burst in no time— arousal coating his groin while your walls clamp down on him and keep his full length locked in place, “you hear that? your greedy lil’ cunt’s suckin’ me in so good— fuck— she’s all mine, yeah?”

med student!suguru, whose stomach twists at your broken cries and the mindless, almost incomprehensible words that leave your lips— the sheer girth of his cock leaving you feeling full— too full to think straight. suguru thinks he's doing okay, thinks he can hold out for a while longer, but when you begin to babble "cum in me, cum in me, cum in me—" repeatedly, as if it were some mantra— the thin rope of restraint keeping him together snaps before he's able to realize it. he empties his load inside your womb with erotically slow thrusts, savouring every drag of your wet walls along his twitching cock as he's milked dry.

med student!suguru, who pulls your lace panties back up your legs after he’s done, eyeing the slowly growing wet patch on your crotch— a result of his thick seed seeping out of you, little dribbles of it dripping down your thighs. before he has a chance to lick it off, you reposition yourself on your elbows and knees in front of him; he watches, bewitched by the slight wiggle of your hips as you arch your back and wrap your palm around his still-hard cock, sucking in air at how it jumps at your touch. his head lolls back as you bring his tip to your pouty lips, thumbing off the final beads of cum that sit atop his slit, and he thinks the next words you say— seemingly unconniving and innocent— are enough to send him tumbling into another orgasm, “can you teach me male reproductive anatomy next?”

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GROUPIE BEHAVIOR

FEATURING – ATSUMU. OSAMU. SUNA. BOKUTO. KUROO. OIKAWA.

CONTAINS – fem!reader, heavy smut, face fucking (m&f), fingering, humiliation, consensual recording, cockwarming, cucking, overstimulation, handjob, use of dildo, implied punishment, not proofread.

my first haikyuu post! can’t wait to write more for these fuckers <3 tagging the loml @riszu <33 favoritism in tsumies lmao

MASTERLIST. MINORS DNI.

ASTUMU & OSAMU

“aw, why’re you cryin’ baby? ‘s too much for ya?” ‘tsumu coos as his middle and index fingers firmly rub circular motions on your clit. little droplets of tears that ran down your flushed cheeks tickled the back of tsumies hand– the swollen tip of his cock piercing your cervix with every minor gesture you made.

it’s been 20 long minutes since you’ve been sat stuffed with astumus dick, reframing yourself from making a filthy mess of your orgasm. but it was plain to you all you won’t be successful with following his strict instruction.

osamu laid still on his side, eyeing down your bare body to your abused pussy that glistened from your arousal under the dimmed light. your poor cunt quivered endlessly around astumus thick length as you swiftly cover your lips with the palm of your sweaty hand to avoid the porn-worthy moan that was seconds away from slipping out your throat.

“such a dirty lil’ slut. ya love having osamu-kun watch you like this, don’t ya? cryin’ like a little fuckin’ baby on my cock. what’da think, bro? should we let poor ol’ y/n cum tonight? ‘s yer call,”

the word ‘please’ repeatedly murmurs out of you as if you’re begging some vicious murder to spare your life.

“i don’t know, ‘tsumu. she seems to be enjoying it really well wouldn’t ya say? i’m just not so sure if she’s deserving of it or not, ya know?”

tsumie’s hips thrust forward– his thick cock kissing your sore cervix as you cry for mercy before begging one last time, “‘m begging! it hurts, need to cum, please!

the twins share a sinning laughing before the blond’s palming your tits with his massive hand and leaning in to plant sloppy wet kisses along your jawline and neck– the addictive warmy vanilla scent that beams off your smooth skin meets with the tip of his nose daintily.

“wanna cum, ay? then be a good girl and cum all over my cock, angel. ‘n show osamu how messy this slutty pussy can get, yeah?”

BOKUTO

“fuuuck yes, baby. uh-huh that’s fuckin’ right, just like that. show these fuckers how much you love sucking my fat cock.”

currently posted in the moonlit parking lot of your guys’ campus after bo’s game, your glossed lips have wrapped themselves around his heavy cock– your fragile jaw striving to bear his whole girthy length inside your mouth.

bokuto becomes weak in the knees once he sees how your tight throat bulges around his throbbing cock every time you bob your head downwards– his trimmed pubs brushing against your nose with each movement. his throaty groans become more vocal every time you give his fat balls some attention by derisively sucking and licking on them.

he’s gaping at you in awe as his phone stays recording the filthy act of you choking and gaging on his dick once he grazes the back of your throat while you give his cell a smutty giggle before licking a line up his veiny shaft– gluing your eyes with his gorgeous golden brown ones.

bo carefully grabs a fist full of your hair with his free hand and pulls you back as you part your puffed lips open– tongue resting out, you sloppily jerk his hard cock till he’s finally panting your face with his sticky seed– his release dropping from your chin to your exposed tits.

“good fuckin’ girl. now daddy’s gonna ruin that cunt of yours and make you cum,”

OIKAWA

“keep goin’ for me, sweetheart. gosh- yes yes yes, ‘feels so fuckin’ amazing, princess,”

toru definitely has the prettiest cock you’ve ever laid your eyes on. you’d say it’s perfectly long and has ideally prominent veins that mark all around his length. it’s just perfect for you <3

your skilled hands gave him euphoric pleasure as you jerk his hard cock in a sustainable pace– never forgetting to rub his fat tip with your thumb and give his plump balls gentle squeezes at random. the filthy wet sounds that echoed within the living room had your panties dripping.

his intense breathing made it obvious he was close– his hips bucking up as he jabs his nails into his pillow.

“fuck, baby- fuck, fuck, fuck-ngh ‘m so close!”

poor baby only lasted two more strokes before he’s shooting out his pearly white load all over your polished fingers. gosh it was such a mouthwatering scene, his warm cum seeping out between your fingers as it dribbles down effortlessly from your knuckles to your tired wrists– coating the beautiful heart shaped charm bracelet he gifted you for your birthday.

milking his heavy cock, you give him a couple more drowsy squeezes before seductively licking up the mess he made all over your two hands.

SUNA

“bet my lil’ princess cunt missed me all day long. c’mere, let’s make ya feel good,”

before suna eats you out, he loves spitting right on your clit and watching his saliva drip lazily down your folds only to hear your whiney whimpers and modest begs.

and with a quick sweet kiss to your clit, he’s licking nice and slow at your hole with that genius tongue of his that carries you into a stargaze that lasts what feels like an eternity.

your backs arched high at the immense satisfaction you’re experiencing. suna’s pulling back– his lips and chin gleaming with your slik arousal– to tease your puffy folds with his lean fingers– scissoring your fluttering hole and toying with your clit to then strike your cunt with delicate little slaps that has you squirming out above him.

“p-please! ‘m so close, wanna cum so badly!” your lips caught between your teeth as your fuming face scrunches up in vast pleasure.

“but you sound so fuckin’ pretty when you beg like that, angel,”

the way you’re screaming as you reach your toe-curling orgasm was something out of a fucking porno– legs jerky and kicking upwards until they struggle to stop twitching as your cunt leaks out every once of cum you had stored.

“atta girl, knew you had it in ya. you’re too fuckin’ good for me. ‘gonna fill up this pretty pussy now till you’re leakin’”

KUROO

“you just love pissing me the fuck off, don’t you? was it worth being a brat out there?

a jealous kuroo is one dangerous being. he transforms fully lethal in a matter of seconds. so after whatever it may have been that you did to tick him off, do you really think he’s going to allow you to get off on his own cock?

fucking the baby pink dildo in and out your tight hole pitilessly, the lewd fusion of your sultry moans and the sounds of your wet pussy sends you both in heat– kuroos throbbing cock growing gradually underneath his denim jean.

the sex toy’s splitting your creamy cunt open– fucking what felt like your literal gut. you sinlessly beg your beloved kuroo to forgive you by convincing him you won’t make the same mistakes ever again, but he’s heard that one too many times. in the same wording. and same whiny voice. and same situation.

“is princess gonna cum on this stupid piece of plastic like a dumb lil’ whore? of course she is, cause she sure as hell won’t be cumming on my fuckin’ cock tonight,”

fat tears well up in your glossy eyes as you gush around the toy for the first time that night– your withering hole pulsating around the dildo as you continue to throw more pure begs at kuroo. but what you didn’t know was that he does end up fucking you, and you end up losing walking privileges for the next couple days.

© R-INDOU

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all yours

when it came to your safety, onyankopon played zero games. if he felt even the slightest bit of worry he had no problem getting you from wherever you may be. there have been times where you’ve been walked out of parties, stores, and even something as little as a smoke sesh with your girls. if ony felt you were unsafe you were going home no questions asked, and you honestly didn’t have an issue with it. feeling a sense of pride in having a man that cares so deeply for you. that was until tonight…

the two of you were at your friend ivy’s place for her big housewarming party when you were getting weird stares from a couple hating ass bitches. ivy didn’t want her party to be small so she told each person she invited to tell some friends to come as well. which led to this weird ass bitch brielle hearing about the party and deciding to curse everyone with her presence. brielle was an old fling of ony’s that he been cut off like a year ago, but she’s so thick in the head that she still runs her mouth about him to this very day. you, being the classy woman you are, have been ignoring the bitch because it honestly was sad of her to be acting like this, but today she reached her limit.

when you and ony first arrived everything was great. “heyy bitchhhh. so glad y’all could make ittt.” ivy screamed as she welcomed you and ony into her new home. ony greeted her with a small “wassup, thank you for havin’ us” before letting you have the floor, walking towards jean and connie to talk. “hey boooo. this place is niceeee you gotta let me spend the night sooon” the two of you talked for awhile before she let you go to get a drink from the kitchen. as you filled your red solo cup halfway with casamigos you noticed some girls approaching where your boyfriend and his friends were. before being able to move, you were stopped by sasha, mikasa and.

sasha was the first to talk. “you peep that shit right?” she said, nodding her head towards the girls. you knew if one of your friends was going to say something about what was going on it would be sasha. mikasa was on the quieter side, but best believe when it came to you she didn’t play either. “yea i see em. that bird ass bitch and her lil flock of pigeons tryna play games” the three of you watched as brielle and her little sidekicks were all up in you boyfriend’s faces. brielle being the main one, lightly hitting ony’s chest while she laughed. her red bussdown was flowing behind her as she pushed it over her shoulder, purposely trying to bounce her tiddies as she “fixed” her hair.

being the levelheaded woman you are, you decided against approaching them. knowing that you’d probably knock the bitches head off her shoulders if you went anywhere near her right now. so you pulled out your phone and sent ony a quick and simple text. ony looked at his phone almost immediately, knowing it was you who texted him since he had it on dnd for everyone else.

my wife💐

‘tell that bitch move around or ima drag her outta here omm😐’

as soon as he read the text, ony lifted his head and began searching for you. soon he locked eyes with yours, excusing himself from whatever conversation was going on and making his way to the kitchen. “what’s wrong now?” is this nigga dumb? did he not just see and feel that bitch being weird touching on him? “nun bruh just tell that hoe to keep her distance. that hair look new and i’d hate to have that shit on the floor” as the two of you conversed you couldn’t help but peep ivy and her friends start to mug you and your girls. eventually making their way towards you. before you can even point it out your thoughts were cut off by sasha. “yea i’m finna flip dis hoe. got me all the way fucked up.”

ony watched your friends start to remove their earrings and adjust their clothes, and being the nonconfrontational man that he was he decided it was time for you to go. “go tell ivy we leavin’ and wait f’me in the car ma. i’ll get you a slice of ca-” “nah i’m good right here.” you cut him off, eager to see what this bitch was on. as they approached y’all you see that sasha and mikasa were quick to be at your side, standing face to face with each of brielle’s friends. “you got a problem wit me shawty?” brielle smirked, looking you up and down and taking pride in pissing you off. but your mouth was smart and even though it got you in trouble with your man, there was nothing you couldn’t handle when it came to other people.

“nah but you seem to have a problem that i got the nigga you want” you spit back with a smile. you could see that your comment got under her skin. she was rolling her eyes as she replied. “nah ion got a problem when i know i can have em right back anytime. like last saturday for instance.” this bitch is a liar and you knew it. laughing at loud as both her and your friends looked at you confused. last saturday ony was home the entire day, and you can only remember it so vividly because he had you face down in the mattress for cursing him out over being late to brunch. you also remembered it so vividly because he recorded most of it on your phone. “tuhh bitch please pick a different lie because you know damn well he was with me. now are we gon sit here and chit chat or you tryna take this outside cause ian really with allat talkin’. ”

before the bird could reply, ony stepped in the middle of yall and tried to play the mediator. “y/n. get in the car, now. and brielle, what we had been over for a long ass time now. give that shit up and move on.” you backed down, feeling that no bitch was worth getting into it with your man. you were lowkey tired of being the bigger person, but knew i’d be better this way than just fighting and possibly ruining your friends party. as you made your way around ony, you gave brielle the illest mug ever to let her know that even though you’re leaving, you still ain’t no bitch. it wasn’t even five seconds since you left the kitchen where you can hear the bitch starting up again. “i don’t know why you still dealin’ wit that bitch. don’t you miss me ponpon?” brielle said in a baby like voice.

“nah chill wit that bitch word bro. and you really needa stop running your fuckin’ mouth bout her too cause i may not be here next time to stop her” you smiled while ony shut that bitch down. you knew he was more on the calm side so hearing him raise his voice a little turned you on. “oh please nigga you know damn well her shit nowhere as good as mine. used to have your soul leaving your body and allat. you can act like you don’t miss me but ik that dick think otherwise.” that was it for you. it was in the blink of an eye when you were dragging that bitch outside by her hair. honestly you needed whatever glue she got bc her shit wasn’t moving an inch. as you pulled her down the steps of ivy’s porch, you felt ony trying to grab at your wrists.

“mama let her hair go right now.” he yelled. you whip your head to the side, face to face with your man as he stared at you with a warning in his eyes. your fingers instantly straightened before brielle dropped to the ground. the stare this man was giving you made your heart start pumping rapidly. through his eyes you could tell that he was saying “don’t test me”, and you had no intention of finding out what would happen if you did. it was almost instantly when ony grabbed the top of your arm, quickly walking you to his car. most of the people were already outside, migrating there as they watched you drag brielle from the kitchen to the porch. ony opened your door and you sat down, ready to leave this whole day behind already. before you could close the door you heard brielle yapping again.

“fuck you bitch you can have the nigga. ain’t nun but a piece of dick anywayssss.” you hopped out the car and sprinted towards brielle with a quickness. as she seen you approaching she tried to square up but her hands were trash. punches were flying from everywhere, connecting right to her face every time. you honestly didn’t really care too much about what she said about you, but when it came to your boyfriend there was a line to be crossed. and she stomped right over it. “keep. my. man. name. out. your. fuckin’. mouth. bitch.” she was now laid on the floor with her arms shielding her bleeding face while you continued to throw blows her way. sasha seen her friends inching up about to jump in and shut it down immediately. “if you move anotha inch ima start swinging too. we don’t do nun of that jumping shit so i wish you would try so i can fuck you up right here.”

her friends looked at each other before back up completely, not wanting any problemsm. before long you felt strong arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground and away from brielle. you were thrown into the backseat of ony’s car before he turned the child lock on, not being able to trust you to not open the door and attack again. he made his way to the front seat and threw a handful of tissue towards you from the glove compartment. the two of you were driving home in complete silence as you wiped your hands clean. usually your man would be lecturing you right now, but there was a calmness to him that frightened you. “umm…are you mad at me?”

he ignored you, asking his own question instead. “why do you get so jealous?” he mumbled, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. you rolled your eyes, acting as if what he was saying was the most ridiculous thing in the world when in actuality, he was right. you knew that ony and brielle been done way before you even came in the picture, but the thought of him even being with her made you feel a way. ony knew you very well and he could tell how you were feeling regardless of what you did or said.

“mama how many times i gotta tell you i’m only yours huh? why can’t you just trust me?” his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he kept replaying the nights events over and over again in his head. “how you expect me to trust you when you okay wit letting bitches be in your face? bitches you used to fuck!” you yelled, holding back tears as you moved your gaze out the window. ony opened his mouth to speak, but decided against going back and forth with you any longer. “we’ll fix this at my crib. not finna argue wit you in the car”

when the two of you made it to his apartment, ony wasted no time, leading you to his room before sitting you down on his lap. “so why you don’t trust me?” he asked, his handing running all over your back as he awaited your reply. you looked at the ground tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried your hardest to keep your voice from wavering. “i do” ony sucked his teeth at your words, lightly grabbing your chin and facing you towards him so you could see the knowing look he was giving you. “don’t lie mama, you said it in the car. why don’t you trust me?” the tears you’ve been fighting finally broke free as you quickly covered your eyes and sobbed into his lap. “i-it’s not you pa. i-i was just a little jealous b’cause you were letting her….her-” your cries took most of your breath from you, making you have to stop in the middle of your sentence so you can take a breath. “sh sh sh i get it baby. how you want me t’fix it huh?”you shrugged your shoulders at his question, not having an idea on how he could make this horrible night any better. “a-any way you can”

a soft smile made its way to ony’s face as he lightly pushed you down on your back. he removed your bottoms before slowly getting on his knees. “this way okay?” he asked, chuckling at how you eagerly nodded your head as an answer. it wasn’t long before ony had you a blabbering mess, his fingers digging into you slowly as he took in each of you pretty face expressions. “say it again baby” your back was arched off the bed as you repeated the words ony planned to have to chanting all night. “y-you’re all mine shitt” your moans made his dick grow stiff in his pants as ony looked at the sight of your glistening wet pussy. he quickly pulled his fingers out, laying his tongue flat on your clit before eating you out sloppily.

the feeling of his skilled tongue made you scream as you pushed and pulled on his head. “again” he mumbled into your pussy, too addicted to fully take his mouth away as he looked up at your pretty face. “all mine daddy a-all mine” ony sucked softly on your clit, letting his tongue run all over it in his mouth to quickly grab an orgasm out of you. his tactic worked, making him smile as he felt your juices begin to rush out of you and wet his chin. “good girl mama”

ony stood up in front of you, taking in the sight of your post orgasmic glow as he rubbed himself through his sweatpants. the sight of his bulge made you whine in want as you slowly leaned up to free him from his pants. ony quickly grabbed your hand, giving you a soft expression before lightly pushing flat onto the bed. “s’not about me right now mama. let me do this for you ‘kay?” you nodded your head at his words, making ony give you a like tap on your thigh to make you jump. “lemme hear your voice” at the sound of the small “yes” you gave him, ony slowly freed his dick from the confines of his sweats before lining it up with your tight entrance. “say it again”

“you’re all m-….ohmygoddd” the feeling of his thick dick sinking into your walls made a pretty cry fall from your lips. your back arching off the bed as your hand quickly flew to his wrists. ony didn’t let up, his pace slow, but his thrusts deep as he dug into you with love. “yea m’all yours mama. who dick is it?” your eyes were already at the back of your skull. small whimpers falling from your lips as you tried your hardest not to let your mind drift off into the clouds. “s’m….s’mine daddy” your words were slurred as you felt his dick begin to kiss your cervix in a way that made you want to scream. “ooouuu fuckkk”

ony’s pace began to quicken. the force of his quicker thrusts making your body begin to jerk a little on the sheets. he slowly pulled up your shirt, freeing your perky breasts before leaning down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples. the feeling of his wet tongue on the sensitive bud making you grow wetter as you caressed the back of his head. you knew there would be marks in the morning, but you didn’t care. letting your man prove to you how much he loves and cares about you through making sweet love to your body. ony released your nipple with a small pop before moving up to your neck.

the dark purple marks were already beginning to form in both of the areas as he slowly moved his lips to your ear. “say it again f’me mama. don’t want you t’forget” as ony waited for your reply, he leaned up from your body, staring down at you lovingly before pulling out of you completely. you matched his gaze, your brown eyes big and watery as you told him the words he longed to hear. “you’re mine” with that ony flipped you onto your stomach, quickly thrusting back into you before fucking you at a fast pace. his dick kissed all the right places in you as you cried out into the air. “oh…oh my goddd daddy right there!” ony smirked as you continued to moan for him. he just started and you were already ready to make a mess all over the sheets. the sloppy sounds of his dick stroking your pussy ringing through the air as proof.

“s’too soon, need you t’hold it f’me ma. can you do that?” you quickly nodded your head, earning you a hard snap of his hips that made you yelp in pleasurable pain. “what i tell you before? talk t’me baby” he was pounding you into the sheets now, your back arched to perfection as ony kept a hand on your back and another at the top of your ass. “i….i can hold it daddy” a smile spread into ony’s brown features as he listened to your whiny voice. your pussy fluttering as you felt his thumb rub over your tight hole. “you want me to?” he asked, chuckling at how quickly you whined out a “yes daddy….please”. ony moved his hand before letting his spit drip from his mouth to your ass.

lightly rubbing his spit outside the brown hole before he lightly fed it the tip of his thumb. you moaned at the sensation, throwing yourself back on him to get more if his dick along with poking your ass out more. “greedy thing” he groaned before fully sheathing his tumble inside of you. the sight made his dick twitch as ony began to fuck you harder and faster. occasionally stroking your puckering hole with his thumb to keep you on edge.

“you trust me now baby?” he breathed, the sight and sound of your pretty moans and even prettier body making it hard for him not to want to shoot his load deep inside of you. “y-yes daddy….with my life”

“you gon cut out the jealousy shit?” ony began to pound into you, using his free hand to push your arch down deeper as he quickly fucked the both of you closer to your orgasms. “mmm..mhm n-no more” the feeling of his long dick repeatedly hitting your g spot made your legs shake under you as you began to soak the sheets under you with drool. “say it one more time for me beautiful and we gon cum together” tears fell from your eyes at the rush of emotions flowing through your body right now. the feeling of love and trust being the most powerful as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“you’re all mine”

i think im gonna start writing again this year 😇😇

─ BIRTHDAY GIRL

gojo, geto, nanami, toji x fem!reader (separately)

trigger warning: overstimulation, dirty talk (geto), use of handcuffs (nanami), public s!x, degradation (toji)

༘♡ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

you wake up by the feeling of a soft tongue running against the skin of your inner thigh. opening your eyes slowly, the first thing you see is gojo's face, squishing his cheek against your thigh, lazy blue eyes watching you with a glint of adoration.

"morning beautiful." he whispers just before placing a kiss over your clothed pussy.

"w-what time is it?" you ask weakly, your legs already slightly trembling.

"who cares? today's your birthday, we can do whatever you want, we got all day..."

you watch him slowly raise his eyes at you again, smirking mischievously and you can feel his hot breath against you.

"so..." he begins to talk while running his fingertips along the curve of your hips. "what do you want, mmh?"

he's really asking that when his lips are a few centimeters away from your pussy.

"your mouth, I want your mouth..." you whisper to him and he smirks again.

"where? here?" he teases, taking your hand to kiss the back of it. "be more specific baby or else I can't give it to you..." he laughs at your disappointed face and whines a little as you gently tug at his white hair to bring him closer to where you need him most.

"hereeee satoru, need you here." you almost groan in frustration, lifting your hips in the air in a needy way.

"oh here?~" he murmurs just before kissing your hidden pussy, this time using his tongue to wet the soft fabric of your panties.

you feel the tip of his tongue circles around your clit and it makes you shiver, your eyes are already rolling back even though he barely touched you.

gojo loves to tease you, sometimes he makes you beg just for a kiss, but today's your birthday, so he will be nice, at least at first.

bonus:

he brings you gifts in the morning. a lot of gifts. even more than usual. clothes, jewelry, perfumes, flowers, books, nintendo switch, pokemon cards, anything you want, he got it.

༘♡ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

you know your boyfriend has a thing for edging you. he likes to deny you for hours and hours, makes you cry and beg in frustration until you sound like a broken record, saying "please" over and over again... he just loves it when you're so horny and sensitive that he could make you cum just by blowing air on your pussy. but on special occasions, he like to do the opposite, it's his way of spoiling you on your special day. he's so nice isn't he?

"su-suguru wait! you're... you're being mean!" you cry out, your trembling body trapped against his chest.

"I don't think your pussy agrees with you sweetheart, look how she's spasming when I remove my hand, she wants more..." he mocks with a wicked grin.

your skin burns with embarrassment at his words, talking about your genitals as if they were a real person. you'd be jealous if you weren't so overstimulated right now.

slowly, he puts two of his fingers inside you again and you moan at how full you feel just with his fingers alone.

he brings his mouth closer to your ear and you get goosebumps through your whole body, his lips almost touching your skin.

"come on lovely, give me one more I know you can." he whispers as he licks your earlobe.

"too much... can't..."

you squirm between his arms, your left hand desperately holding onto his forearm as his muscles flex while he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb toying with your clit. he clicks his tongue in disapproval and lifts your chin up so he can look at your face.

"you can still talk now can't you? mmh... looks like you're still using that brain of yours, let's fix that sweetheart."

while fingering you, he slides the thumb of his other hand in your mouth and you start sucking on it without even thinking, half lidded eyes trying to focus, your vision blurry as you can feel your sixth orgasm of the night coming. he smiles, flicking your clit a bit more harshly.

"cum sweet girl, you deserve to feel really good on your birthday."

bonus:

he takes you to your favorite restaurant <3 and he's smart enough to fuck you AFTER your date unlike toji 💀

༘♡ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

nanami knows how to listen, it's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. he listens and remembers everything you tell him. so of course he remembered when you confessed that some day you'd like to be tied up to his bed during sex. and tonight, for your birthday, he has decided to indulge that fantasy of yours. at first he thought it was a bit silly, the smile on your face when he handcuffed you to the headboard of the bed made him laugh a little. it's only when he finds himself kneeling between your legs, facing you, watching your eyes darken with lust and the way you're already tugging at your restraints that he realizes his position. he has you under him, completely helpless, at the mercy of his teasing touch and his insatiable mouth as you impatiently wait for him and he suddenly feels like the luckiest man in the world. he caresses your thighs lovingly and starts to kiss your stomach, making his way up to your chest to bury his face in your sweet tits, licking and giving gentle bites to your soft skin. you whimper and squirm, quickly realizing how frustrating your little fantasy is going to be and he seems to notice.

"what is it? already giving up?" he asks and he smiles when you shake your head. "that's my girl."

he keeps kissing your body until his lips meet your own, taking your breath away with a sloppy kiss and you gasp in his mouth when you feel his knee against your pussy.

"work for it baby, show me how much you want me." he orders, his voice soft but firm and you can only obey.

swaying your hips, you start grinding against his knee, softly moaning, looking away with embarrassment when you see him looking down at you, hypnotized by the way you're moving your body.

"you're doing such a good job baby, keep going, wanna know how desperate you can get for me."

bonus:

nanami never takes breaks from work, except for your birthday. he takes you on a weekend where you both can relax and have some sweet sweet sex in a jacuzzi 🤤

༘♡ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

you thought he was being weird as soon as you showed up in the outfit you had carefully chosen for your date at your favorite restaurant. he just looked at you from head to toe and nodded. he didn't even squeeze your ass when you walked past him and you ridiculously felt a bit sad about it. you should have known better, really.

now he's grabbing your hips with his big hands and forcing your body down onto his throbbing cock in the driver's seat in the middle of the restaurant parking lot.

"m'sorry baby, I just can't resist you, you look so fucking good in that outfit." he moans in your ear and you have to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.

he lowers one of his hands to grab your ass and he starts thrusting inside you, his cock rubbing all the right spots, making your thighs tremble and your eyes water.

you feel his other hand threading through your hair, forcing you to look down where both of your bodies are connected.

"look at the mess you've made honey, it's all over me. does getting fucked in a car turn you on that much?" he asks and he smiles when he feels you trying to meet the cruel thrusts of his hips while looking away from the view of your pussy soaking his cock.

you whimper when he pulls at your hair, forcing your head down once again.

"answer me. does my little slut like to get off to the thought of getting caught while I'm fucking her pretty pussy?"

and despite shaking your head you can't lie to him, almost salivating at the feeling of your swollen clit rubbing against the fabric of his pants while he keeps slamming his hips against your skin.

"fuck yes! yes I like it! I like it so much!" and he laughs at your dumb voice, seeing you so cock drunk never fails to amuse him, especially when you make such shameless noises with the rear windows half open... he'll tell you later.

bonus:

this car sex session leaves you both panting, sweat sticking on your foreheads, your hair all messy and let's not even talk about the cum dripping out of you right now. so you both decide to go back home and toji orders food from the restaurant you were supposed to go to.