“yer In Love With This Cock, Ain’cha?” Katsuki Questioned, Kissing The Back Of Your Spine As Your

JJK/ How they fuck you + visuals

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen, Mahito

Warning: NSFW content, p#rn links.

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Tagging: @chosos-angel @skunaryomen @kittyymew @sunascumdoll

Sukuna: LINK / LINK

Sukuna loves you; more like, he loves your body. There’s no hiding that he uses you as his sex toy, but you don’t mind that at all, since he makes you feel so very good. The way he wraps his arms around you and bites your shoulder while pounding hard into you, leaving marks so you won’t forget who you belong to. Or the way he fucks your throat as if he’s fucking your pussy. It doesn’t matter how much you whine. There’s no escaping from him.

Toji: LINK / LINK

He’s a big guy, so it is really easy for him to lift you up and just fuck you anywhere. He’ll always have the control though. Even when you ride him (oh how he loves that), he’ll guide your moves, making sure he hits you sweet spot with every single thrust. Big guy? Big cock. He’s huge so if you’re fucking him, you definitely have a size kink. This big boy always makes sure you feel just as good as he does. He thrusts fast and deep into you, making you moan into his mouth and struggle kissing him back.

Geto: LINK / LINK

He can both be super sweet, or go rough. It all depends on what you want and how he feels. There are times when he fucks you and besides moans and groans, he doesn’t say a word, but there are also times when he won’t stop praising you, letting you know how well you are doing. He might not look like it, but he’s got a huge damn schlong. And every single time you’re making love, he takes your hand and presses it against your belly, so you can feel him deep inside you.

Nanami: LINK / LINK

This man is so stressed most of the time, and, that’s right, you’re his main stress relief source. Always there when he needs you, doing exactly what he tells you to like the good girl you are. How could he not love you? Well, he won’t admit it easily, but when he’s deep inside you, having you all tied up and at his mercy? He will say it, and not only once, he will keep repeating it, while praising you and making sure that you’re as satisfied as he is.

Choso: LINK / LINK

Huge breeding kink and a cuddle fucker. Depending on how he feels, he might either stuff you with his cum, or just fuck you slow while hugging you lovingly from the back, arms around you as he lazily pounds into you. He is quite often getting aroused by the idea of getting you pregnant, so he doesn’t even know what a condom looks like. Also a big fan of cockwarming, especially after cuddlefucking.

Gojo: LINK / LINK

He’s a manwhore✨ So he’s reeeally good at what he’s doing. He never disappoints, every single time having you reach multiple orgasms in the same session. He’s a master at fingering, eating you out, and abusing your hole. Gojo’s the man that can charm you with his words alone, so he’s always seductively whispering things in your ear. He loves it when you let him know that you need him by sending him nudes while he’s away or entering the room he’s in completely naked. You also got used to him interrupting you from cooking, or doing your makeup and fucking you over the table, sink, or pretty much wherever.

Mahito: LINK

You didn’t actually think he’d get some pussy, did you?

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☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

⤿ Bakugou Katsuki never believed in sappy romance, until he fell for you.

Bakugou Katsuki didn’t believe in “love at first sight.” It was stupid, unrealistic, and just another distraction. But the first time he saw you—quiet, calm, and completely immersed in a book under the shade of a tree—his world shifted. He didn’t understand it at first, chalking it up to curiosity. But as days turned into weeks, and his glances turned into stolen moments of admiration, he realized he was absolutely gone.

His friends noticed immediately.

“Bro, you’re staring again,” Kaminari teased, smirking.

“Shut up,” Bakugou growled, his ears turning red.

“Just talk to her already!” Kirishima encouraged.

“She’s way out of his league,” Mina chimed in with a playful grin.

He didn’t need their commentary. Bakugou Katsuki was explosive, fearless, and confident in every aspect of his life—except when it came to you.

When he finally gathered the courage to approach you, he was awkward and gruff, masking his nervousness with his usual bravado. “Oi, you dropped this,” he muttered, holding out your pen that you hadn’t even noticed fell.

Your soft “Thank you” and the smile that followed made his heart skip a beat. From then on, he made it his mission to be near you—walking you to class, sitting with you during lunch, and eventually asking you out in the most Bakugou way possible.

“You’re mine now, got it?” he declared one day, his cheeks bright red.

You laughed, nodding. “Got it.”

Years had passed since high school, and Bakugou’s love for you only grew stronger. You were his anchor, his peace in a world full of chaos. He didn’t know how to do romance like the movies, but he showed his love in the little things—making sure you ate, walking on the side of the street closer to the cars, and remembering all the small details about you.

When he proposed, it wasn’t extravagant. It was just the two of you, sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment, watching the sunset.

“Marry me,” he said suddenly, sliding a simple, elegant ring onto your finger before you could even process what was happening.

You looked at him, wide-eyed, before laughing. “You didn’t even let me say yes.”

“Like you’d say no,” he shot back, smirking.

And you didn’t.

Now, standing at the altar, Bakugou was the picture of confidence. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, and his usual scowl was replaced by a nervous determination. He had told himself he wouldn’t cry.

What kind of man cries at his wedding? he had thought, rolling his eyes at the idea.

But then, the doors opened, and you stepped in.

The world seemed to stop.

Your dress was perfect, accentuating everything he loved about you. The way you smiled at him, your eyes glistening with tears, made his heart ache in the best way.

Suddenly, he felt warmth on his cheek.

A tear.

Bakugou blinked, confused for a moment. He never cried. Not when he won his first big fight, not when he graduated, not ever. But now, standing here, looking at you—his future, his everything—he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Bakugou’s crying,” Kirishima whispered from his spot as a groomsman, his eyes widening.

“Oh my God, I knew this would happen,” Mina gasped, quickly pulling out her phone. “Take a picture, Denki! We’ll frame it!”

“Shut up!” Bakugou snapped, his voice low but venomous, though it didn’t stop the blush creeping up his neck. His glare was nowhere near as sharp as usual, the overwhelming emotion softening even his most dangerous expression.

“Don’t worry, man. This is for the memories,” Kaminari whispered back, grinning as he snapped a picture anyway.

As you reached him, your soft laughter bubbled up when you noticed the commotion. “Are they messing with you?” you asked quietly, taking his hands.

“They’re idiots,” he muttered, squeezing your hands tightly. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and his voice softened, thick with emotion. “But I don’t care. You look… perfect.”

“I love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, your own eyes glistening.

“I love you more,” he said, his voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill again.

The ceremony continued, filled with laughter and love. As Kaminari quietly showed Mina the photo he had taken, they both shared a grin.

“Man, he’s so whipped,” Kaminari whispered.

“And it’s the cutest thing ever,” Mina replied with a smile.

And Bakugou? He didn’t care about the teasing, the jokes, or the photos. His entire world was standing right in front of him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

You were his everything.

Perverted things JJK men do (established relationship)

Gojo

Cums in your conditioner bottle. He loves knowing that you wear him with you every day, that when people brush against you and inhale your sweet scent, they’re also smelling him. Satoru likes to think that it sends, on a cellular level perhaps, a message telling them you’re taken, by him. 

Intent on keeping this a secret, he does the grocery shopping every time you let him know you’re running out. Unscrewing the bottle, he places the head of his cock into the hole just as he’s about to reach his peak, jerking his long and pink cock off as fast as he can, biting his bottom lip to keep from making a noise that might alert you to the depravity that’s going on in the bathroom. 

Then, once he’s spilled his seed, he screws the lid back on and shakes vigorously to ensure it’s all mixed in properly and that every pump will have his cum in it. Satoru counts the hours until you excuse yourself to the bathroom and waits, in anticipation and with a leaky cock, for you to emerge all fresh and brand spanking new.

He’s never once told anyone else this, and he himself does not understand why he feels the urge to be so perverted. Sometimes he wonders how you’d react if he told you. Would you get mad? Make him stop? Or maybe you’d find it hot or adorable?

Whatever it’ll be, Satoru’s not eager to find out anytime soon. So, he continues his routine, smiles when you get a compliment on your hair, and frowns when you say you want to stop using hair conditioner and wear a hair mask instead.

What the heck is a hair mask?

Geto

Takes advantage of your sleeping form. It started off completely innocent. He just liked watching the faces you make: your brows furrow when you’re having a nightmare, your bottom lip quivers when you exhale just a little too hard, and you sometimes smile when you’re having a dream he can only hope involves him. 

But then, the urge to do something darker, something secretive overwhelmed him. At night, you’re completely vulnerable. He loves pushing what he can get away with. He’ll manoeuvre your body into positions he likes — arms wide open so he can see your breasts press against the thin confines of your tank top, nipples hard and poking through; legs spread and feet together in a butterfly position so he can see your panties tight against your pussy lips, the imprints defined and he can run his finger down the seam, pressing harder where your clit is just to hear your gasp; and keeping your body still so he can pull the neckline of your tank top down, baring your beautiful tits to the night air and wrap them around his cock.

He juts between the valley, tip knocking into your chin and leaving a wet trail that breaks off as he pulls back just to thrust forward again. Careful not to thrust too hard, lest the bed creaks and you're jostled awake, he uses the immorality of his act to get himself going, knowing that you're vulnerable to his ministrations. But Suguru isn't a bad boyfriend, so he leans back and presses hard against your pussy, rubbing you to an orgasm only your sleeping form can appreciate.

Ever the gentleman, he cums into a tissue and not into your mouth, and only then can he fall asleep beside you. Then, in the morning, he shrugs when you wonder why you're always soaked in the morning. Must have had a wet dream, he says.

Choso

Takes your dirty panties with him for moral support. You don’t know he does this and he’d very much like to keep it that way in case you chalk it up to him being a curse and not knowing what's right and wrong. He knows it's wrong. The truth is, he just really really likes you. Loves you, in fact. So, he sneakily steals a panty or two from the laundry basket and stuffs them in his pockets. 

There’s just something about being able to carry you with him whenever he goes. Whether, it’s whilst he’s in the car, sparring, or on a mission. He can take a piece of you out and inhale your scent, bask in your sweetness, and memorise every part of you to heart. 

Of course, his intentions aren’t entirely romantic and pure. He also really likes to jerk off with your used panties wrapped around his cock. It’s shameful and embarrassing and so depraved, he knows that, but that’s precisely what gets him going. Knowing you’d be shocked bye the extent of his adoration for you makes him thrust faster. He imagines you watching, with that saccharine sweet voice, telling him to show you just how much he loves you. And he never wants to disappoint you, so in the car, parked somewhere dark, he presses the cold, wet spot of the gusset to his nose and takes a long and deep inhale. 

The car shakes with the ferocity of his jerking. One hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and the other holding your panties to his cock head, connecting his tip to where you were and imagining that it’s your pussy wrapped around him. The scent, the wetness, the wrongness of it all makes him cum harder than he should. And just in time to pick you up too. This way when he gets to have the real thing with you, he’ll last longer. 

Toji

Pisses you off on purpose. Can’t blame him. You’re so fucking adorable when you’re mad. Seriously. You make this pouting face when you think whatever excuse he’s giving you is complete and utter bullshit, which it is. Then, you’ll cross your arms, pushing those bouncy tits up, foot tapping and accentuating your long legs. Stomping around and yelling as if you know what you’re doing. You should know by now that raising your voice only gets him hard. And damn, when you smack his chest to get his attention, it makes his dick jump in his boxers. 

Leaving the toilet seat up or not using a coaster, all of it irks you and gets him going. Of course, he doesn’t do it often; you’ll goddamn leave him if he did, that’s for sure. So, he saves his little tricks up his sleeve for when he’s really horny. Like now, when he didn’t take the meat out of the freezer to defrost in time for when you came home. You’re talking his ear off about how irresponsible he is, shrugging off your work clothes one by one until you’re left in a white button up and just panties, completely blind to how he’s grinning ear to ear, watching you bend over, showing him the smooth, round fats of your ass. 

God, he loves the infuriated look on your face. You’re fuming. The best part about it all is the angry sex you’re about to have. Maybe you like to get mad at him for the same reason. Maybe you hope, as you walk up to the door of your house, that he’s fucked up something, anything. And who is he to deny you? So, with faux indignation, he grabs you by the throat and hisses for you to shut the fuck up, get on your knees and open that pretty mouth of yours. Put it to better use than yapping, he says, eyes rolling back at the intensity of your suction.

Nanami

Swaps out your birth control for sugar pills. He knows it’s wrong. God, does he ever. But the temptation is too hard to resist. Kento’s already pushing it with the fact that he convinced you to get on the pill so you can make love with no barrier between you two but he just had to go a step further and make sure that the pill is useless. 

It only started recently. He just wanted to fuck once knowing he could be making you a mommy at any given moment. The thought of you all plump and round with his child drives him crazy. It makes him rut into you with no rhyme or rhythm, just pushing the overflowing cum he’s already pumped in there deeper into your pussy, tutting when they spill out of you. Thumbing the errant drops, he tells you to open up and pushes it down your throat; if his cum won’t go into your womb then it should go into your stomach, right?

The tears in your eyes from the overstimulation makes his cock throb. This one of the very rare moments he ever allows himself to make you cry and he imagines you'll also cry tears of joy when you find out you're pregnant with his child, and again when the baby, a little girl he hopes, is in your arms.

Kento knows he’ll be good to you. He’ll be so good. He’ll massage your swollen feet, waddle you over to the toilet, pulling your panties down for you when you can’t, tending to every craving no matter how odd and no matter at what time. You know he’ll be a good father — he’s sweet, caring, firm when needed, reliable and dependable. So, he reasons that you won’t mind if his seed does take hold. 

You love raw sex just as much as he does, after all. 

Sukuna

Makes you think he’s going to kill you. He has no remorse. The high is incredible. You have a penchant for pissing him off, so when his irritation finally boils over, you see a glint in his eyes and a tick in his jaw that very much tells you one thing: run. 

Of course, he has a soft spot for you so he gives you a head start. He’s a monster, not a man. Every part of him is attune to his surroundings. He knows every inch of the estate and better yet, he knows you. Where you like to hide, where you think he’d think to look, and where your little legs could take you in the short time he gave you. Sukuna could seek you out immediately, but the fun isn’t in the victory. It’s in the conquest. 

Voice loud, he taunts, “I can smell your fear, woman. I can hear your pathetic quivering. I know where you are. And when I find you, I’m going to tear you to pieces.”

For the effect, he even picks up an unnecessary weapon. A stoke or an axe, something that will make a chilling noise as he drags it along the wooden floor or scrape it against the wall, letting you know he’s getting closer and closer. His cock is throbbing in his robes, heavy and swinging, as he takes a deep inhale of the fear permeating the air. It’s salty from the sheer prospect of pain and death, but also sweet because it’s undeniably yours. 

Entering your chambers, he rolls his eyes at how utterly predictable, and foolish, you are. You clear haven’t learnt from any of the stupid horror movies you’ve forced him to watch — hiding under the bed is the worst thing you can do. He reminds you of that when his big hand wraps around your ankle, fondling the frail bone, and tugs. Sukuna rejoices, and leaks cum, at the blood curdling cream you let out. 

You dangle in the air as his monstrous form towers over you. When he sniffs at your pussy and smells the juices you’re leaking out too, he knows you get off on the thrill too, and perhaps, that’s the real reason he loves this so much.

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virgin!nerdjo who pulled a total certified baddie in college by being…himself.

awkward, dorky, too tall for his own good, always pushing up those stupid glasses with ink-stained fingers— it was him. somehow, you wanted him. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, but he's not about to question it. 

virgin!nerdjo got one mission : being good to you. especially in bed. because when you kissed him for the first time, straddling his lap, grinding that perfect little body against him, he nearly came in his pants. he gripped your waist a little too tight to keep you from moving too much. it's humiliating how quickly he was about to fold, how his cock throbs desperately just from the heat of you.

virgin!nerdjo isn't completely clueless—he's read about sex, heard about it, he's not that innocent. but knowing and doing are two completely different things. and he realized it the second you grinded on him. he damn near whimpered. bit down hard on his lip to swallow it back.

virgin!nerdjo needs to learn. he thinks porn might help—big mistake. it's all so…aggressive. male-centered. nothing about it feels right. he watches a few clips, cringing the entire time, then slams his laptop shut and scrubs a hand down his face. he should have listened when geto used to go on and on about his exploits. should have paid attention instead of rolling his eyes and tuning him out.

so he does what he does best. he researches. virgin!nerdjo orders a book called ‘The Art of Female Pleasure.’ and the moment it arrives, he's on it. glasses slipping down his nose, hunched over the pages, absorbing every word like it's the most important text he's ever studied. he dedicates days to this. nights. rereads passages, highlights sections. he doesn't just want to be good. he wants to be perfect. because you're a baddie—a pro— and he's so fucking lucky. what if you jump on him any time soon and he's still not ready? that idea terrifies him.

virgin!nerdjo gets so into it that he even starts to scroll through forums. he reads firsthand experiences, studying anatomy diagrams until his face is burning and his cock is achingly hard beneath the sheets. because it's not just learning, it's imagining.

virgin!nerdjo who imagines you underneath him, pretty lips parted in gasps, legs spread as he slides his fingers over you just like the book describes. he imagines how wet you'd get if he did everything right. if he took his time, kissed his way down your body, licked into you like he's read—slow, deep, deliberate. he wonders if you'd tug on his hair, if you'd cry out his name, if you'd shake when you come, thighs squeezing around his head—

fuck. horny thoughts took over him as he bucks up into nothing. he wants it. so bad. 

and the next time you're kissing, you instantly notice how his hands get bolder, slipping under your shirt, trailing fire down your spine. how he suddenly knows excatly where to touch, where to squeeze, when to roll his hips just right—letting you feel the size of him, the hard, thick heat pressing up against you. you break the kiss, breathless. “since when do you do all that?”

virgin!nerdjo swallows thickly, ears burning red. “…i've been studying.”

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oh to be trapped under the weight of a sweet loving man who’s twice my size

Jealous Hubby!Nanami <3 🌙

You’re pinned — poor wrists bound to the posts of your shared bed, aching thighs rudely pried apart with a pretty little vibrator pressed against your swollen clit. Your sweet, reserved husband, Nanami Kento has got you pinned to the fucking sheets and he’s angry. Pissed. You’re not even sure what he’s trying to prove anymore, it’s been long forgotten — lost in the abyss of endless pleasure and overstimulation.

He’s leaning in close. “I actually think you look prettiest like this, no?” Two, burly fingers are sinking inside of your sloppy hole for the umpteenth time tonight, dragging your mouth open in a droning, helpless mewl. “My pretty girl, huh? You hear me?” It’s a gutteral growl forced from the depths of his chest, warm lips pressed to the perspiring skin of your throat. “My fucking body, my pussy, mine.”

Is there anything beyond jealously? Beyond possessiveness? If so, Nanami is there and he’s completely lost it. To be such a civil, standoffish man, one of reticent emotions who conforms to assumed societal norms, he has lost his fucking mind and you’re afraid he may never find it again; all because another man called you pretty and you smiled, thanking him. It was a cordial, fictitious smile of basic human decency, but it was a mistake, a wish of death, because Nanami, who stood directly behind you, was not smiling… at all. Instead, he was practically dragging you away, a heavy hand on the nape of your neck, a promise of punishment awaiting you.

“I was just being nice, Nanami. It’s never that deep,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance as you peer out of the tinted window, “you don’t have to be so jealous all the time.”

Your husband scoffs, mandible tightening then relaxing as he slams down his left turn signal. He’s upset, bubbling at the surface with seething rage and palpable jealousy. His audible breaths of anger force your thighs together, arousal soiling your laced panties in a wet, embarrassing mess. You’re his wife, his property, his toy. You’re completely off limits to prying eyes, that’s what he’s hellbent on proving. It’s exactly why he’s got you pinned and pleading.

“M’sorryyy,” you whine, pretty hips bucking so whorishly against both the pink, thrumming vibrator and the fingers that are fucking you open, “p-pleasepleaseplease just let me cum!”

God, you’re a sight for the sorest of eyes — your perfectly sprawled thighs quivering uncontrollably under his touch. Drooling, aching hole tightening around nothing but the fleeting memory of his lithe fingers. Your mouth sits agape, wide and uselessly pleading for release, for mercy. You tug helplessly against your restraints and he laughs. Laughs, directly in your face.

“No.” Nanami shakes his head, tsking as he pulls his hand away from your cunt, your ensuing growl of frustration making his cock throb. Fat tears of desperation are welling in the corners of your big, pleading eyes, threatening to spill down your crimson cheeks. “You will cum when daddy tells you to cum, yes?” God.

Who the fuck is this and what has he done to your sweet husband?

perv!toji and his sweet virgin gf yayaya

toji wouldn’t necessarily call himself a cherry chaser but when he laid his eyes on you, he knew he just had to have you. you’re just so much softer and gentle and sweeter than he could ever be, he craved to feel your soft lips on his scarred skin and smell the aroma of your perfumes and scented lotions. 

and you thought it was just so cool, that a big guy like toji would wanna be with somebody like you. you should’ve at least expected it sooner, that he would want something from you. you can’t help yourself! you’re just too nervous, too shy to give yourself to a man, even if he was the most handsome and sexiest guy you’d ever met. he’s awfully touchy and lovey and part of you just feels bad. you’re too unsure of dressing in front of him, too diffident to keep a kiss going, but you really wanted to make sure he felt good.

but toji loves you, so he sticks around. tells you about all the other ways you could make him feel so good.

he lays you down comfortably on his bed as he unbuckles his belt.

“mmm, i don’t know, toji. never done this before.”

giving you a reassuring grin and nod while retrieving your hand in his bigger palm, “don’t gotta do anything, baby. don’t know why you’re so worried, i’ll handle everything. jus’ sit there all pretty for me.” he snaps his boxers off just below the pudge of his cock, and god he’s big. he takes your hesitant hand and manipulates it around. you whine gently when your fingertips squish up against a vein, he swears under his breath as he wraps his hand around your pliable one. slowly at first, he starts to stroke himself with your palm. he’s raging hard and he can tell if he doesn’t concentrate on not coming immediately on your inexperienced hand, he’ll shoot. and he can’t let this opportunity go to waste so quickly. 

“you’re so hard…” you’re practically hypnotized, the way big drops of pre pumps out of his leaky cockhead and coats his foreskin and length in a shiny layer makes your mouth water. “god, i’m always this way around you, doll. make me feel like–like a teenager again.” his breath hitches when he feels you trying to go faster, allowing it.

“mhm, that’s good.” he grips your hand tighter and bucks impatiently into your palm, your hand now slippery and gooey with his sticky pre. “thinking about that tight cunt you’re too shy about. you wondering what i’d feel like inside you? inside that tight, virgin pussy?”

“toji, stop it.” you pout at his words, they are working considering how tight you have your thighs clamped. you always wonder about it. especially now, seeing his thick cock just weeping in front of you. how he’d prep you up and talk about how he’s been waiting for this day, pushing his chubby tip through the tight ring of your heat. you can’t take your eyes away from how fucking big he is. your fingers start to cramp when he races them against himself, coming incredibly hard into the air onto your wrist. big, heavy load just sitting on your knuckles and his rough jeans. next time he won’t let that go to waste!

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Pairing: pornstar Eren Yeager x fem!reader

Warnings : oh boy... NSFW, MINORS DNI! Modern!AU, pornstar!Eren rough sex, degradation, dirty talking, Eren being a hard dom, face slapping, spitting (just once)

A/N: I wrote this in a day, saw so many fics with Eren being a porn star and just needed to put my own twist to it too. I feel kinda embarrassed to post it cuz i dont think it's that good but oh well. Forgive any grammar mistakes pls it's unedited.

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     You couldn't recall how you got to this point. Just last week you were a broke college student looking for a way to make some extra money and today you signed a contract with Eldian Movies, a famous production that made adult content. They ranged from vanilla to the filthiest movies you've her seen, that's why they were so popular amongst those who worked in the industry.

     You could still remember the first time you heard about them, you had a friend who had a friend that worked in the industry and told them all about how easy it is, how fun it is to get paid to perform such a basic human being thing and especially about how much money they made doing it. This really caught your attention, mostly because you needed some extra money yourself, plus the way this friend described the job being so easy and fun really peeked you interest.

     So you took all your dignity, threw it in the trash and sent them an e-mail telling them how interested you are about joining their team. It only took a few days to schedule a meeting with one of their mangers to talk about the opportunities they had for you.

     That's where you harned that being new in this industry with no previous experience or online presence didn't get you very far in the interview. Being a young girl and available for shooting wasn't exactly what they were looking for considering the fact they already had plenty of reliable actresses they could count on, but that's when the manager found a way to please both parties.

      "We might have something for you, though," he said after a brief pause he took in which he was looking on his computer through the schedule he had. " Although, it's not something very easy." You waited patiently for him to continue. "These days is really difficult to find girls that are okay or even comfortable with more ... Extreme scenarios. They don't tend to go down that route anymore, so I will be willing to hire you for one of those movies. The pay is higher than the one for regular movies, but it's also a lot more work." You nodded in response to what he was telling you, but also contemplating his offer. " Of course, if you're not comfortable in such scenarios is understandable, but incase you decide to accept the offer, the actor you'd be filming with is called Eren Yeager, I'll let you do your own research on him."

     And with that, the meeting ended. You got up from your chair, thanking the manager for his time and leaving the meeting in a rush. You were a bit disappointed by the answer you got from him, mostly because what you expected was to be offered a role and all you had to do was a blowjob and a few positions and call it a day, but with this outcome, things got a lot more complicated. Plus, what did he even mean by extreme? You really hoped he didn't mean that you'd have to be dressed in a latest suit and dominate him, because then you'd understand why nobody wanted to do it.

***

     Later that night right before you went to sleep, you thought there was no harm in seeing what kind of movies this Eren made, but what you saw was definitely something you didn't expect. He looked profesional, almost every video he made he was dressed in a black suit, he really did have an intimidating aura to him. As you skipped through the videos, you saw a theme in them: the girl was powerless and helpless, while he was in control. He was rough, every move he made seemed to be done with the purpose of hurting the girl, leaving handprints on her hips and ass, as well as hickeys on her neck, breasts, thighs.

     He didn't speak much to the girl, but when he did, she was expected to answer with a shy and weak 'yes sir' or 'Yes master', but never by his name. Another theme you saw was the lack of pleasure the girl received and how everything was about him. He hurt her as punishments but also because he enjoyed it, getting rougher with the harder she cried, calling her derogatory names and condescending comments everywhere.

     A part of you was conflicted over accepting the offer, while a part of you was screaming to not go anywhere near him if you knew what was good for you. It did intrigue you, that much you had to admit, you've never been with a man like him before and you kind of wanted to know what that was like, especially from someone as experienced as he was. So without overthinkinging it further, you sent the e-mail to the manager and agreed.

     The way you saw it wasjust as a new experience that you probably wouldn't be able to experience, at least not with someone who knows excatly what they're doing. There were so many girls out there with their bodies on the internet, plus the job you had didn't get you anywhere other than rent and food, being on your own was a lot harder than you first anticipated. Your thought process was that a lot of famous actresses were in the adult industry before they landed a role in a normal movie, so really, what was the harm in it? You were going to get paid for your time and effort and a lot of men would get to watch and enjoy what you worked on, so in your eyes there were more good sides to it than bad sides. But you already agreed to it, so now there was notburning back.

***

     It didn't take them long to find a good date to schedule the shooting, just nearly a week later than the day you signed the contract. It wasn't a long-term contract or anything, it was one just for this movie wmed you had given written consent of everything that was going to happen in the movie, that you were aware there might be light phisical bruises and that the production was transparent with the contents of both the contract and the action from the movie. Signing it made you feel so professional and important, but at the same time, it made everything seem so much more real.

     You were excited to finally get it over with and cross that of the list of experiences you wanted to go through. Being kinky plus making a movie, two birds with one stone, but once you stepped foot in the building, everything seem to finally sink in, a ware of excitement mixed with being nervous washed over you, making the next step you took be very awkward due to your knee buckling, nearly losing all your balance. You were glad there wasn't anyone else at the entrance, otherwise you would have made a fool out of yourself.

    You were instructed that the shooting will take place on the second floor of the building where a part of the sets were. Although at first sight it might seem like being in this industry is full of weird perverted people who like watching others have sex, everyone who worked, for this company at least, took their jobs very seriously, maybe because they were one of the biggest ones in the industry, but really you had nothing to compare it to.

     As soon as you stepped foot on the set, the director of the movie recognised you and rushed to your side, mumbling about how happy it makes him when the actors are on time, all while pushing you towards the makeup chair to prep you for the movie. The artist was friendly enough to make conversation with you, telling you why they chose the look, why they used a mascara that would get ruined with the least ammount of moisture, complimenting you on how pretty you look with red lipstick on and how you can't go wrong with it.

      As soon as you were ready for the cameras, you were instructed to just go on the set and get comfortable until everything was ready to start, so, with the script you were given,  you made your way towards the office that you were going to film in instead of a bedroom, it was a bit strange, but you didn't question it. The clothes you were wearing were a very slutty school uniform, the idea of the movie was for you to seduce your professor for better grades. You sat in the chair of the professor and opened the first page of the script, all while you rested your head on your hand.

     " So you're the doll they found for me," you heard a man's voice behind you, followed by him running his fingers through your hair, gesture which took you by surprise. "They told me this was your first time shooting, is it true? " His voice was deep and calm, but his presence so close to you made you feel intimidated.

     You nodded your head in response to his question," Yes, I've never done this before, so I'm a bit nervous..." your voice came across as weak, almost shaky, which made things even more embarrassing than they already were. He sighed and let go of your hair, spinning the chair around with you in it. He looked at you closely, but didn't say anything, just studied your face, moving his eyes shamelessly to your cleavage. Your skin felt like it was burning when he studied you that way, no shame or anything. This way, you got to take a closer look at him : his eyes were a  gorgeous green, nearly glistening due to the lighting in the room, his hair was neatly put in a bun to keep it out of the way, beautifully complimenting his pale skin. You really understood why everyone called him the best looking male porn star out there. "I believe you're sitting on my chair, doll ," he pointed out after a few moments of silence. You got up from the chair and gave him a shy smile, he couldn't wait to ruin you later. Eren was the type to really like the innocent inexperienced girls, the way they reacted to his actions, their cries, their moans, all those things were genuine, mostly due to how new all those sensations were for them, he just knew he'd get them addicted to this way of  having sex to the point where he'd be the only one who could satisfy their needs. His confidence was really something else.

***

     "You're failing this semester, miss," Eren said while you were stood by his so called desk, "I'm not sure what we can do to fix it. "

   You got closer to him and touched his shoulder with your index finger, slowly moving it lower and lower down his chest. " I'm sure we can figure out something together, isn't that right, sir?" you responded to him in the most innocent voice you could muster and waited for him to continue.

     "We can, but there is a price for it, doll," he pulled you in his lap and wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you even closer to his chest. His lips found your meck and kissed it gently, all while he was waiting for your consent, hen though he didn't need to hear it. The moment you agreed to the price of your grades, he immediately grabbed the shirt you were wearing and ripped it open, huttons flying over the room. He grabbed your throat, squeezing it quite hard, to the point where your vision got blurry around the edges, but not hard enough so you'd pass out; just the perfect pressure so you'd be in pain and uncomfortable. Pushing you to your knees, you followed his silent command and got on the ground in front of him, the sadistic look on his face made you proud of pleasing him, but this was only the beginning. He let go of your throat, allowing you to breath properly, while his hand moved to your face. He cupped your jaw with this large hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip, gesturing for you to open your mouth, which you obidiently did. He got closer to your face and with a smirk on his face ,he spit right on your tongue, immediately closing your mouth, forcing you to swallow it. This took you by surprise, not because you were disgusted, but because you weren't expecting such a filthy thing so early in. Moments after that, you felt his hand sharply hit your left cheek, sending a sharp wave of pain all through your face, making your eyes water at the sensation. "Where are your manners, slut?", his tone was still calm, but you knew if you didn't act fast he would do it again, which he didn't hesitate to do again after you didn't answer to him.

     You gasped lightly, already feeling your face humming in pain. "T-Thank You, sir," you answered him as fast as you could, not wanting him to hit you again. His expression wasn't pleased anymore, but one of boredome. He gestured with his eyes towards his belt, hint which you immediately picked up, but when your shaky fingers failed to open it, his fingers sharply grabbed your hair, forcing you to stop your movements and look at him instead.

     "Such a stupid slut," he spat out while he took off his belt with one hand, "I don't think you're made for this," his words were harsh and cruel, did he mean for him or making porn? He freed his dick in a matter of seconds, grabbing the base and slapping the head on your lips. " Make yourself useful and open that pretty mouth of yours."

     You listened to his command and parted your lips, letting him push the head inside your mouth while he was holding the back of your head in place, forcing his dick deeper, with every inch getting harder, your throat becomming more resistant to the unfamiliar thing forcing its way in. You gagged around him when he was nearly half way in, earning a breathy moan from the man. "F-Fuck, slut ," he said with a little laugh, throwing his head back the moment he pushed your head his entire length. Tears immidiately formed into your eyes, your throat hurting from the struggle of adjusting to Eren's dick, the mascara you were wearing coating your cheeks from the first tear that rolled down your face. He held you in the same spot for a few seconds, his head thrown back in the pleasure of your throat contracting around him, trying to push him out, out the only thing that happened was to just thrust his hips forward, your nose touching the base of his dick. He let you go in a fast motion, pushing you away from him with a force in which you almost fell backwards, the only thing stopping you was his grip on your hair. "Shit, doll," he moaned as he grabbed the base again, this time smearing the salina you left on it on your lips and cheeks where the mascara painted it. "You almost made me cum with that throat of yours ," he gestured for you to get up and, with your thoughts clouded by lust and desire, you listened.

     The moment your back touched the desk, Eren get rid of your panties and shoved a finger inside you. "Wow, look at you ," he said with a sadistic smile on his face, adding a second finger in. "I knew you were a masochist, you whore, getting so wet over me using you, abusing you ," his words were harsh and cutting, but his fingers were pushing so deep, rubbing just the right spots, making your stomach feel so tight filled with pleasure. His dirty talk made everything so much better, you know if you only listened to him call you such depraved names, it would be enough to make you cum harder than any guy you've been with ever made you cum. His eyes were glued on you: the way you moaned out for him, the way your face melted in pleasure over his fingers working their magic inside of you and he could tell by the way your moans became more desperate and by how you were clenching around his fingers that you were close, oh, so close...

     " Oh god! Please, right there! " you screamed in pleasure and pain , his fingers pounding you with such a speed that it hurt, but you didn't care, you were lost in the pleasure so far to the point of no return.

     Eren smirked at your outburst, "That's right, whore, I am your God, don't forget that," with those words he took out the fingers from inside of you, robbing you of the orgasm you so desperately wanted. " Clean your mess, " he said as he pushed his fingers inside your mouth, letting you swirl your tongue around them before pushing them deep enough to make you gag.

     He positioned himself between your legs, slapping your ditk a few times, earning a pathetic whimper from you before he grabbed your throat, squeezing it just like the first time. "Bug for my cock, doll," he instructed you, but your hesitation earned you another slap on your face from him.

     "Thank you, sir," you said before he could slap your face again.

     "Good girl, now beg me to fuck you." His tone was stern enough to make it clear he won't repeat himself again and if he had to do it again, you'll regret it.

     With a weak and shaky breath, you looked him in the eyes as you spoke. " Sir, please... I want you to fuck me." Slap. He didn't like that. " Fuck!" you cried out again, a few tears rolling down the side of your face from the pain of him hitting your face so many times. " Sir, please, I need you inside of me so bad, I need you to make me yours, please! "

     Eren leaned down to your faced and kissed the cheek he's been hitting this entire time. Before you could realise what was going on, he pushed his dick inside of you in one swift motion, biting down on your neck at the same time. The pain from both him slamming himself inside of you and his teeth biting down on your skin formed a beautiful symphony of pleasure misted with sadism, sending wave after wave of pleasure down to your core.

     His movements were fast and unforgiving, pushing his dick inside of you with no mercy for your sake, simply using you as a doll for his own pleasure and after everything he's done to you, that's all you could focus on as well, his pleasure and his pleasure only. You were squeezing your walls around him every time he pulled out, or at least you tried with the speed he was going at. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, while your nails were digging in his shoulders, trying to keep yourself at his face so you can hear those moans, Oh, his delicious moans. You could cum just by listening to him get lost in pleasure, the pleasure you were giving him by letting him use you like you were made for him.

     "Next time you're with a guy, you better think of me when you cum," he learned down and whispered in your ear, low enough so the microphone won't pick it up, an intimate, dirty command just for you. "keep squeezing me like this and you're gonna make me cum," he said as his movements got sloppier, moans more desperate, his fingers were digging into your hips as he was holding you still while pounding into you without mercy. You know your pleasure didn't matter to him, but now it didn't matter to you either. All you wanted to do was feel him hold you tight as he lets loose and cums inside of you, marking you as his, which is the only thing you wanted to be right now, just his. His doll, his slut, his whore, everything only to just be his, then if it wasjust for a moment.

     You knew  he was about to cum the moment he slammed into You one last time and stilled his movements. You could feel his cum shooting inside of you, filling you up, only because you made him feel this good. It made you feel proud, really. Moments after he was done getting down from his high, he took a moment to take in your beauty: face covered in tears and runny mascara, your left cheek being red from how he kept hitting it as a punishment for not being good enough for him. He really thought you were beautiful now that he moulded you by his own standards, strripped you of your dignity and shame, making you submit to him, that's why he knew that every time you'll touch another guy, you'd be thinking of him, wishing it was his dick inside of you, plus knowing that no man will ever make you feel the way he did really helped boost his confidence even further.

      The moment he pulled out from inside of you, the director yelled 'Cut!' and the cameras got pulled away from the two of you. "Yeager, we've been over how much I hate it when you don't stick to scripts!" he yelled at Eren, but all he got in response was a grin and a tired 'I don't care'. Now that you thought of it, not been half the things you did were in the script, a sudden wave of embarrassment and fear of not being paid clouding your mind.

     "Don't worry about it, doll," Eren said as he handed you a white towel. "He'll make money with anything we give him, especially if it's authentic." You accepted the towel and gave him a weak smile. He placed his hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. " I think it's only fair I buy you lunch after what I just did to you."

      You laughed with him at his comment, wrapping the towel around your body. " Lunch sounds amazing right now.

revenge attempt #1: failed