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“𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍’ 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 !”

—how the jjk men punish you

ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, nanami, sukuna

cw: smut, overstimulation, choking, recording, degradation, praise, spanking, edging, toy use, mommy kink, daddy kink, squirting, crying, double penetration

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ✮

Gojo’s a pleasure giver. But he can’t help it if pleasure turns to pain. So when you make him real mad, what else to do but to fuck you till you’re crying. Shaking, begging him to give you a break. Pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your aching cunt with no remorse.

“P-pleasee Sat-oruuu, ‘m sorry-yy.” you cried with a hiccup. “I can’t t-take it. ‘M close again and i-it hurts.”

“It’s all your fault baby. Couldn’t just be a good girl f’ me now could you?” Landing a harsh slap to your overly sensitive clit making you mewl loudly.

You were a mess. Your cheeks stained black from the running of your mascara. The sides of your swollen red lips filled with drool at your constant cries.

A choked scream escaped your lips when Gojo reached down to rub your clit. Your hands flying to his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand away. “Toruuu— uh uh, ‘s too s-sensitive,” you sobbed. Your boyfriend scowling as his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

“Unless you want your punishment to be worse, you better behave.” he growled out into your ear. You whimpered as you let go of him, the pace of his thrusts speeding up along with the movement of his fingers. “There we go, good girl.” he cooed.

The coil in your stomach was painfully ready to snap. Your eyes rolling back for what felt like the millionth time and your sobs becoming one with your moans as your body shook. Your pussy clenched down hard on his cock as you squirted, Gojo’s hand rubbing messily at the wetness between your folds.

Gojo laughed darkly, “Seven outa seven times you’ve squirted huh, three more to go and i’m at a new high score.” Lifting you onto your hands and knees despite your tear filled whines of ‘no more.’

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ✮

Geto’s pretty mean sometimes. When he gets mad he loves to humiliate you. Fucking your throat with a camera in your face, calling you the most degrading names. Then making you watch it when you’re done and threatening to make it public if you ever disobey him again.

“Say hi to the camera slut. Tell them how much of a stupid fucking girl you’ve been,”

You only whine in response, your eyes welling with tears as Geto pushed your head further down on his cock. A loud gag sounding from your throat as your nose pressed against his pubic region, your nails digging into his thighs as you ran out of oxygen.

You let out a gasp for air when Geto roughly pulls your face back up, the camera zoomed into your spit coated chin, your flushed cheeks, and your glassy eyes. His palm landing on your cheek in a hard slap with the sinister tilt of his head. “ Ready to tell them why you’re here like this?”

You hiccuped, biting your lip at the sting flowing through your face. “‘M a bad girl who doesn’t obey instructions.” you whimpered, looking up through wet lashes as Geto smirked down at you. “And ‘s my fault ‘m getting punished.”

“Good girl.” Going back to fucking into your parted lips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he brought himself to release. Pulling you off of him and spilling his cum all over your face. “Now smile for the camera.”

And you did as told, giving the camera a small smile as the thick white substance dripped onto your exposed chest.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ✮

Spanks you till your ass is red. Making you count each one and starting again every time you pulled away or reached back to grab his wrists.

“Fort-yy,” you cried, your ass sore as your boyfriend soothed his hands into your flesh. A smile on his face as he nodded in approval. “You did well.”

Then to “reward” you he’s stuffing his cock into you, fucking you sweet and slow till you’re moaning his name. Your head falling back at the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

He fucks you just how he knew you liked it. Until your moans were getting louder and your legs started to tremble. “Ahh— Kentoo, ‘m close,”

Only to smirk down at you when he kissed down your neck, stilling his movements and pulling out of you as you clenched round nothing.

“Sorry sweetheart, bad girls don’t get forgiven that easily.” Walking away from you and leaving you whining with need. Your poor cunt in desperate need of a release.

Nanami’s expression doesn’t change when you beg him to finish the job. Sitting down and sipping his coffee as you attempted to rut your clit against his thigh. “K-kentoo please.”

“If you make yourself cum you get forty more.” he warned, watching as you whimpered pleadingly up at him. Your lips forming into a pout when he ignored you “You’re s-so mean.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you disobeyed me.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 ✮

Toji’s even meaner side comes out when he’s angry, and he loves making you cum till you pass out. But not with his cock.

He leaves you tied to his bed, a gag in your mouth and your hands and legs bound to each corner of its frame. A vibrator strapped to your sensitive clit with a smaller one in you against your g spot.

“W-wait daddy don’t go— pl-ease don’t leave me like this.” you cried, the older man only smiling before gagging you again, waving goodbye before exiting the house.

The toys pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your poor body, your chin covered in your spit and tears. You couldn’t even feel your legs as they trembled, muffled screams falling past your lips as your pussy gushed onto the bed, again.

Your body spasmed, eyes shut tight as you attempted to pull your hips away from the vibrations on your clit. A defeated sob sounding in your throat when you were stopped by your restraints.

At least two hours went by, and your entire body was numb, your eyes struggling to stay open and your breathing heavy as you continued to swallow your tears.

When Toji gets home you’re already gone, the sheets underneath you soaked as you lay limp in the position he left you. Your legs still quivering with your wetness flowing uncontrollably out of your red, swollen cunt.

Toji smirked to himself, that should have taught you a lesson.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ✮

When you make Sukuna mad, he stuffs you full past your limit. “Kuna— don’t think it can fit. ‘S too much.”

“You better fucking take it. Since you wanna be so bad, i’ll make it fit.” Bullying both his cocks into your tight cunt, stretching you wide as he bottomed out in you.

You sobbed loudly, nails digging into his arms as you adjusted around his thick girth. Your head fuzzy and your tears not stopping as he chuckled darkly into your ear. “There you go.”

His hand reaching to wrap around your neck as he forced you to take him deep, your lips parted in silent choked mewls at the fullness. You’re letting out loud cries when he started bouncing you on him, his grin never falling as he thrusted up. Groaning deeply at how hard you tightened down on him.

When you get used to the sting you’re a moaning mess, your head thrown back as you filled the room with your noise. Legs trembling as Sukuna’s cocks both rubbed against your gummy walls.

“F-fuckkk— Kuna ‘m close.”

Sukuna scoffed. “This is a punishment, ya really think i’d let you cum?” he laughed loudly, eyes darkening as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Think again.”

Speeding up his pace until you were screaming, the coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap as you let your tears fall. “Pl-ease Kunaa. Needa cumm.”

“Yeah? Does my girl wanna cum that bad?” watching as you nodded with a whimper, pressing a hot kiss behind your ear. “Want me to let you cum?”

“Y-es— please.”

“Aww, well that’s too bad, if you cum you’ll never feel any of my cocks in you again.” he warned. A broken whine escaping your throat as your toes curled. You definitely wouldn’t last.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 ✮

Choso is nine out of ten the one under you. But sometimes you make him really mad. And he punishes you the way he knows best.

His fingers on your clit as he lapped up your wetness, his face drenched in your slick and his eyes hazy at your taste. Your hands tied to the headboard above you as you tried to close your legs.

Choso whined into you. “Behave mommy— you always make me take my punishments, time for you to take yours.” His muffled voice against your flesh sending vibrations through your clit.

“Ch-oso— baby, you know am sorry, that’s enough.” you cried, your legs shaking as he sucked on your sensitive clit. “Choso,” you whimpered, “please baby- mommy can’t take it.”

He smiled widely, “That’s the point.” His hands hooking even tighter around your thighs. “Plus,” he groaned, “You taste sooo good.” Curling his tongue into your hole as you clenched down with a mewl.

“Gonna cum again mommy? Cum all over my face? Your pussy’s so sloppy.” he moaned, messily fucking you into you with his tongue. Your cries loud as you screamed his name incoherently.

Moaning as your sweet pussy gushed into his mouth, swallowing it down with a satisfied moan as he felt himself cum in his sweats. Again.

“‘M almost done mommy— promise.” he chuckled.

Imagine:

Being part of The Croods and Guy liking you.

Guy is honestly one of the cutest animated guys ever. How could I not make an imagine about him?

(Y/N) juggled the shell that Guy gave him with some rocks. He heard someone sneaking up behind him.

"Don't." He heard someone breath out.

"Wow. You're really good." Guy chuckled, getting into pace with him.

"Thanks." He replied, letting the rocks drop. Guy glanced at Belt.

"How'd you learn to juggle?"

"Juggle?"

"Yeah. It's what you were doing. Tossing things." Guy explained hurriedly. (Y/N) hummed, giving him the shell back.

"Keep it. You seem to like it." Guy smiled. (Y/N) glanced at him.

"You're cute, you know. Eep called you a boar." (Y/N) told him, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah, she was really scary." Guy mumbled.

"I'm guessing as the oldest you're the most laidback?" Guy looked at him. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I'm not like Thunk who's scared of everything or Eep who's curious.. Sandy is a wild animal." (Y/N) chuckled.

"I guess I'm laidback."

"I like it. It's cute like you." Guy said, nervously.

"Was that a.. 'joke'?" (Y/N) asked. Guy shook his head.

"A compliment."

"What's that?" (Y/N) tilted his head.

"When you say something nice.. About someone. I was trying to flirt with you but..." Guy sighed.

"Flirt? What's that?" Guy squeaked as Eep poked her head between them.

"It's um... When you like someone so you try to uh, get them to like you back." Guy's voice got higher towards the end of his sentence. Eep blinked and stepped away. (Y/N) chuckled.

"I like you too, Guy."

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Dabi: There’s always one bitch in the group who isn’t down for murder.

Spinner, whispering to Toga: Is he talking about me?!?!

Toga: Well, he’s definitely not talking about me.

“You don’t find your worth in someone. You find your worth within yourself and then find someone who’s worthy of you. Remember that.”

— Unknown

you make some stupid joke about him being a sly fox, not thinking much of it. without missing a beat, a smirk grows on his face as he closes in on you, getting uncomfortably close. “does that make you a dumb bunny?”

geto, itadori, aizawa, kirishima, bakugo, sero, shinso, midoriya, takami, chisaki

spider boy promises — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you’re spider-man’s neighbor, his friend. but there’s still secrets between the two of you, ones he refuses to share and ones you’re too scared to ask about in fear of him leaving. so they sit between you, festering and threatening to spill over. patched up and kept at bay by promises that might be left unfulfilled. PART 1 HERE

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, angst

wc: 1.3k

author’s note: part 2 of spider boy!!! thanks for all the love <3 and yes there will be a part 3!!!

You hold his hand until he falls asleep, brush away his tears. You cannot bring yourself to let go of even long after his breathing has evened out, after his face has melted to a more peaceful expression. His furrowed eyebrows smoothed out, lips almost tilted into a smile.

Midoriya started sleeping over more often, especially on days when he was not out patrolling and coming back to his quiet apartment bloody and bruised, patching himself up because he did not want to worry you. Even though you had insisted you did not mind, that you wanted to help him.

When you wake up, he is usually gone. In his place, you find a new spider sketch on your kitchen table. You had started a small collection, hanging them up on your fridge with the unused magnets that had been waiting for a purpose ever since you had moved in.

Knowing he would be gone in the morning meant you stared at him until sleep made your eyes heavy and took him away from you.

You fight it off as long as you can. But when the morning sun shines in your eyes and wakes you up, you realize your bed is still warm. And his hand is still in yours.

“You stayed?” You asked before you even opened your eyes. Maybe this was a dream. A cruel dream where you were both free to stay under the covers all day, away from harm and the burdens of being a busy student and beloved vigilante.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s Saturday.”

You opened your eyes at that. Saturday.

On Saturdays, Midoriya hardly went out. Police presence tended to be stronger, and he only went out if he was continuing something, following a lead, or if there was an emergency. That much he had shared with you, that much you knew.

Selfishly, you loved Saturdays.

He smiled at you when your eyes met his. “Is it okay that I stayed?”

You nodded.

His smile faltered, and he reached up to poke your cheek. “Promise?”

You smiled at his action. “Promise.”

You realized you had never lied to him before. Could he say the same about you?

The morning was spent inside, in pajamas, avoiding your phones and reminders of upcoming assignments. Moony slept on Midoriya’s lap all through breakfast, and as you made pancakes for the both of you, you could hear him quietly cooing over her, whispering what a good cat she was.

Really. It was impossible for you not to develop feelings for him. You angrily flipped a pancake, exhaling through your nose strongly. This would be easier if your feelings were nonexistent.

He was no better later in the day, during your TV show catch-up time. Moony was off somewhere napping, so he seemed to seek a replacement. Something to do with his hands. An arm wrapped around your shoulder, a hand reaching for yours. His fingers idly traced your knuckles, intertwining with yours over and over. His eyes never left the TV screen.

You were a mess. You could feel your palms starting to sweat, but Midoriya either did not notice or chose not to mention it. So you melted into his touch, leaning onto his chest and watching the TV show you watched together, letting him play with your hand.

By the third episode, you had your head in his lap and he was braiding your hair.

“Your hair smells nice,” he said from above you. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Thanks.”

He hummed a response. You let your eyes close, the TV serving as the perfect background noise to pair with the soothing motions of Midoriya braiding your hair. You let sleep overtake you this time, welcomed it. He would be there when you woke up.

——— * * * ———

When you woke up a few hours later, you knew something is off.

You were in the same exact position, but the room was darker, the lights never turned on. You turned, adjusting yourself until you were facing the ceiling and Midoriya.

He was wearing his suit, mask still on. “Midoriya?” you asked. Patting his thigh frantically when he did not respond. “Midoriya?”

You sat up, the hand that was resting in your hair falling limp into his lap. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, a lump forming in your throat and your eyes becoming blurry with tears. “Midoriya wake up. Midoriya Izuku wake the fu—” you break off with a startled gasp when he stirs, groaning.

“Y/N?”

“Thank god,” you said, pulling him forward and hugging him. “You scared me, you little shit.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling off his mask, nuzzling his face into your neck, and wrapping his arms around you to tighten the hug. “Got back really tired.”

You sighed, idly running a hand through his hair. “You’re okay?”

You felt him nod, and then could actually feel him smile into your skin. “Did you use the full name card on me?”

You tugged at his hair, earning a surprised yelp. “It worked, didn’t it?”

He laughed, pulling away. Your smile fell the second you saw his face.

There were tear steaks cutting through a thin layer of dirt, and you watch as another falls and trails down his cheek. You wiped the other away and smiled sadly at him. “Need help getting to your place?”

He shook his head. “I’m okay.”

Liar. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying it. You forced another smile and stood up. “Okay, then you can shower here. Chance for you to use my shampoo since you like it so much.”

The second you heard the shower turn on you opened your Spider-News tab and started scrolling, looking for any clues. It had become a horrible habit, but you could not help it. Your search was unsuccessful, though. There was no breaking news for you to discover, no sighting of Spider-Man at all that day.

So where the hell was he going?

——— * * * ———

You asked him three days later, when you found him curled up outside your bedroom door with Moony on a Tuesday morning. After making sure he was okay you scolded him for scaring you, and he was so ashamed he refused to meet your gaze.

“Didn’t wanna wake you up,” he yawned. He was not hurt, but the bags under his eyes were more defined. “Moony kept me company.” An unhelpful meow from Moony, which you ignored. She spoiled him too much.

He insisted on making you breakfast before you left for class, and knowing he would keep insisting if you did not back down, you let him. You kept a watchful eye on him as he made your eggs, making sure he was wincing with certain movements or limping. But he looked perfectly fine.

“Where’d you go?”

His back was turned away from you, so you could not see his expression. You were not sure if you preferred that.

“Out patrolling,” he said, turning the stove off and moving your eggs to a plate. “Following a lead.”

He sat down and ate with you, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Why can’t you tell me?” If you were going to ask, might as well push as much as you could.

“I want to,” he said, setting down his fork and finally looking up. His eyes were dull with weariness. None of the bright energy usually in them to be seen. “But it’s too dangerous right now.”

“Are you being safe?” you said, trying hard to keep your voice from shaking.

He nodded. “Promise.”

Was he lying again?

“Okay. I trust you.”

Did you?

You stayed awake as long as you could that night, but you never heard him come back to his apartment, and he was not outside your bedroom door when you woke up the next morning either. You scrabbled to get dressed and rushed to the library, but every step you took away from your apartment filled your stomach with more and more dread.

He was not at your usual spot at the library. And you knew he would not be waiting in your kitchen when you got back.

So where the hell was he?

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Ever read some smutty fanfiction and think you're wet but then it's just your period? Like damn- don't gotta do me like that-

Men who love how you look in glasses. They fit your round face so well, they made you look smart(er than you already are), they made you look sexy. All you had to do was look at him from behind your frames and his dick got hard.

He especially loved the times you’d find your head between his knees, his thick cock stuffing your mouth. You’d pull back kissing and sucking on his sensitive tip, your glasses a little crooked from your vigorous head movements.

“Fuck baby, you look so cute with my cock in your mouth.” He’d shakily breathe. If he was feeling nice he’d fix the placement of the spectacles, but on the occasions where he felt mean, he’d make it his goal to make them even more disheveled.

He’d make sure by the time he’s done, they’re fogged up, hanging hallway off your face, and speckled with his cum. He’d reach for them, feeling nice enough to clean them himself, but you stop him, taking them off scooping the liquid with your fingers and sucking it off. He’d feel himself get hard all over again once you place them back on your face with a little smile.

He’d groan, cupping your face in his hand and bringing you up for a nasty kiss.

Kakashi, Aizawa, Sasuke, Iwaizumi, Kuroo