Aggressive Geto

Toji looking annoyed is my fave 🫶🏻

Crew, how do you feel about Shinichiro and his raging baby fever every time he comes home from visiting Wakasa & his partner and their baby? ☹️

warnings| breeding, cream pie, sex, choking, mentions of babies, shinichiro holding a child for like two seconds, he’s a little unhinged in this, uhm dirty talk?

notes| okay, like high key I wanted to slap this in the sins of the father au but imma do that with another shin fic, I’m also half asleep and as usual this is unedited.

Shinichiro is not the one wearing the proverbial pants in this relationship. He’s not the decision making head of the household. He doesn’t manage the finances and you know, the whole shebang.

And it’s not because he can’t. It’s not because he wouldn’t like to be doing all of this. It’s because he likes it when you’re bossy. When you’re in charge and spending all of his hard earned money on man again the house and keeping your lives together.

You also have a plan. You’re not like an expert planner or anything of the sort. You just came into his life, gathered the tattered ends of it and fixed it. And he has continued to let you keep those ends nice and tidy. He pays you in unconditional love and exorbitant direct deposits into your shared accounts.

Now, in this plan…children are a few years down the line. At least two or three years after marriage which isn’t for at least another year if he’s got his math correct.

By not wearing the proverbial pants he has subscribed himself to those plans of yours. And he intends to stick to them unless you don’t want to in which case all bets are off.

And he enters Wakasa’s home with this information already ingrained in him. He’s expecting to get in, congratulate the happy couple, give the runt a kiss on the forehead and dip.

He’s not expecting his head to implode the second Wakasa’s partner lays the baby in your arms. His brain short circuits entirely. In fact, he’s not even sure he’s had a single coherent thought since then. And the way you’d held the little boy and cooed down at them like they were the most precious thing in the world; he’s fucked.

You waddle over to him and ask if he wants to hold the baby and he must make some affirmative sound because you gently lay the baby in his arms. One look at the squirming little thing and Shinichiro’s control snaps as though it weren’t made of the same iron they use to make chains that hold ship anchors. It snaps like it were floss.

He’s hurrying you out of the house. Wakasa eyeing him knowingly, reassuring his partner that Shinichiro has something important to do.

And he does.

“A baby,” he blurts when he gets inside your home and pins you to the front door. “We should have one.”

You stare blankly at him for a few seconds. Irritated that he dragged you home at all. “What?”

He’s not a man of enough words. Here lies his opportunity to explain himself. Instead he kisses you soundly. Until you’re both out of breath. He tugs and coxes your clothes from you. Only the honking of the neighbour’s horn makes you jump apart. Reminds you that you’re standing at the front door.

You’re flabbergasted.

Who the fuck is this man that just hoisted you, bare as the day you were born, over his shoulder. He lands a smack to your ass before he lowers you to the bed. He’s shirtless, his jeans hanging open and the elastic of his Calvin’s lowered on one side to expose one delicate, tatted hipbone.

You don’t have time to admire the art work covering his chest. Or the way his muscles shift and bunch. Or the metal bar through his left nipple as he ducks to devour your mouth. There’s something urging you to stop him. To press your palms against his stomach and push him off. But the contact only spurs him on and your hard end up tangled in his hair, the heels of your feet helping his pants lower to just enough that he can work his cock free.

“Wanna put a baby in you,” he slurs and a neon dance sign goes off in your head. The bulbs of which promptly blow when he lifts one leg to get better access to your center and then, with a gentle thrust he enters you. He’s still hovering just above your face. You’re sharing the same air, your low skimming each time you take a breath. Your eyes cross. Whether from the sensation of Shinichiro’s cock burrowing deep inside you or from you trying to see his face you don’t know but your visions blurs and your body begins to tremble.

His pace is asinine. This person fucking you is not your boyfriend. It can’t be. You have a fleeting thought about possession before you’re scrambling to hold onto his shoulders, nails dragging along his fresh as he folds you. His fingers cup your ass from beneath to give him leverage. And your faces are so close, your mouths right there.

When you kiss him his pace stutters. The sound that leaves him is pained. Or maybe it leaves you. But suddenly his pace is slower, his hands sliding to beneath your shoulders to hold you closer to him. His tongue lapping and teasing at your mouth. Dipping in and out in a jerky version of the way he’s fucking into you.

The sounds filling your bedroom are obscene. Between the wet sound of your losing and the incessant smacking of his thighs against yours you’re almost embarrassed.

There’s a desperation to the way he’s fucking you. To his half mumbled sentences about him wanting a child.

“A baby right here,” he breathes against the back of your neck. He’s flipped you, barely acknowledging that he’s filled your cunt with his thick cum and it’s making a mess in the bed. Your walls still flutter with the after shocks of your own orgasm as he sinks his still hard cock into you from behind. You’re flattened to the bed, his thighs cradling yours, and his fingers tangled in yours as he rolls his cock in and out, in and out.

You’re sweaty and sticky and a little delirious fork how deep he’s getting. You’re only seeing through one eye because the spot in you his cock hits is directly connected to that other eye and it twitches so hard you can’t open it. You’re a mess. And Shinichiro is enjoying himself. Some part of your mind has accepted that you’re coming out of this with a child. And that part of your brain urges you to fuck back on him.

He freezes, sitting up on his knees and helping you to yours. He’s still buried deep but this angle allows him the visual of his lower stomach, covered in semi translucent liquid and sweat, the muscles of his abs contracting harshly when you pull off his cock, leaving the viscous evidence of your arousal along its length and the push yourself back, your pussy making a lewd sucking noise that makes him dizzy.

His mouth is parted in awe, his eyes are watering and his hands shake as he cups your hips, let’s you control the pace. He imagines the hundreds of other ways he’s going to fuck you. Just for a single moment he thinks ‘I’ll slow down, I’ll make love to them’ and then you moan—

“Want you to put a baby in me.”

He loves so fast you’re unprepared. Long fingers wrap around your throat from the front, they drag you up into a kneeling position that forces Shinichiro’s cock so deep in you you see stars. You’re orgasming as he wraps his other arm around your waist and bounces you on his cock.

“How many do you want?” He pants. “I want four,” he groans. His lips brush your ear as he speaks, sending goosebumps skittering along your skin. “Maybe five hm? Wanna see you round and swollen and pretty with my baby inside of you.”

“Oh yes,” you babble. Agreeing to have as many babies as he wants is the nail in your coffin. He bites your ear harshly before pressing your face into the mattress. Getting up on his feet and ramming you from above. The angle makes you insane.

A wild, broken sound escapes you. And Shinichiro honest to God growls. Growls. The orgasm that crashes into you makes you collapse. You’re gasping for air. Huge gulps as Shinichiro goes down on top of you, and fucks you to his own orgasm.

Later when you’ve gathered whatever brain cells are left you squint at him from the other end of the bath tube as he rubs your feet and presses gentle kisses onto each toe.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

Tᴏᴊɪ ᴀɴᴅ…ᴄᴏᴄᴋ-sᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ

tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, established relationship, blow job, kissing his sweaty balls, praise, gagging, Toji can’g help bug make you take of his cock into your mouth, mentions of past recordings

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Standing between Toji thighs, admiring your husband. Whilst he lifts barbell, his thick arms bulging as he lifts it. As his abs clench, the angry lines from raged fueled work outs begging for you to bite and lick.

There is a clink of the barbell taking a rest, as Toji set it down. Grabbing his bottle of water and hand towel, holding the bottle out to him. Whilst he sit up, taking the water to chug down.

Wiping the sweat dripping down the side of his face. Whilst asking, “Do you want me to suck the sweat off your cock?” Cupping your ass whilst lowering the bottle.

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☰ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

⧫ Character: Sukuna

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Wordcount: 1.0k

⧫ Summary: You summon the king of curses because you heard a little tale about how curses will lead you to the light of venus but you didn’t expect it to become reality.

⧫ WARNINGS: sub!reader, loss of virginity, dub con, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, degradation, choking

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | Based on the song „Demons are a girls best friend“ by Powerwolf

Oh silly little girl. Did no one tell you to lock the door and close the windows at night? Look at what you got yourself into, bow down and he might show mercy.

Of course you heard the rumors they told you before but they’re just bedtime stories - aren’t they? Just like Bloody Mary wouldn’t get you killed, summoning the king of curses Sukuna would be the same, a whole lot of nothing happening. And that’s exactly what you did, leave the window wide open, the doors unlocked and the candle burning out when you called for the curse.

When nothing happened, you stood in your room in the pitch black, the wind whipping through branches outside just like before, you started to laugh because this was exactly what you thought would happen - Nothing. But oh how naive you were, you silly little thing. When you were lying in your bed, safe and sound under your blanket is when you felt his presence, only daring to take a peek at the man - the thing - standing at the end of your bed in his full glory, staring down at his latest victim. Ryomen Sukuna.

„Wave your innocence goodbye, little girl. Let me take you to the light of Venus tonight“ he hummed in this sickening smooth voice of his, sending shivers down your spine. A nightmare, that’s what you thought it was, having fallen asleep a long while ago under the safety of your blanket but the moment his ice cold skin touched your warm one, you realized that it wasn’t just a stupid nursery rhyme they tell. This was real - He was real and regret ran through you when you remembered the exact lines: And when your sleep is haunted in the night, girl, don't you dare to seek for candle light cause in the dark your demons come as carnal dynamite. Curses of the night come and take her hand - curses are a girl's best friend.

You wanted to scream and fight this thing, but if they’re supposed to be your best friend, can it really be this bad? The light of Venus sounded promising, a taboo you were about to break by succumbing to the inevitable pleasure the curses promised. Willingly you lifted your covers and spread your thighs to welcome him to which he only smirked. „What a compliant little girl you are“ he mused with this silk like voice of his, licking a long stripe from your thigh to your pretty little core. Delighted at how the anticipation had you dripping just for him, he wasted no time to rid you of this constricting fabric on your hips.

You were such a good sacrifice, letting him spread your folds with his long fingers to let his demonic sharp tongue flick over your bundle of nerves without begging him not to do this - you both knew he would do this with or without your permission. You summoned him and he came to collect his payment.

Being caressed like this for the first time had you whining out at the unfamiliar burning spreading through your lower abdomen and with one more suck on your sensitive clit he had you hurling over the edge into a soul crushing orgasm. A virgins first orgasm was truly a sight to behold, the way you squirmed and moaned out from his never ending onslaught on your bundle of nerves, trying to push his head away but he wouldn’t move until he had you reduced to tears. But oh little girl, don’t get too caught up on your pleasure, you only deserved this for inviting him so willingly - but he is still about to ruin you.

Without giving you time to process anything happening, you found yourself bent in half, your knees pressed tightly against your chest as you felt his thick length prodding at your untouched entrance. Any normal woman would struggle to take him already, his cock long and heavy, drooping at the sheer weight it held. The pain of being stretched and stuffed so full had you screaming, mind going numb when he pushed himself inside of you with a single thrust. Your cries and pleas were music to his ears - this was what he’s here for after all, ruining you for being so dumb and summoning him.

Your tight walls were barely able to handle him, wrapping around him tightly and making him hiss but he promised the light of Venus so you never once complained, only begged him to make it stop hurting. Cooing at you to mock you, he had this sick grin on his face, his pace hard and fast as he abused your poor untouched hole, ruining you for any other man to come. However, your cries soon turned to moans which drove him insane, not wanting to hear you in pure ecstasy, he wanted you to cry and scream for him to stop, his hand snaking around your throat in an effort to silence you. When your eyes rolled back into your skull he thought he might held onto your throat too long but the clenching of your cunt told him otherwise - you were enjoying this a little too much as you came around him.

Your walls spasming around him in such vigor had him spilling his seed inside of you, a guttural groan escaping him as he buried himself deep inside of you. „Such a little slut for a curse. Do you like to be filled up like this?“ he asked in a hushed voice, harshly gripping your chin to make you look at him and in your fucked out state you only nodded, not wanting him to stop. „Your little slut“ you whimpered out with a stupid smile, head completely foggy from the sensations running through you but before you were able to regain your posture he was gone, his sticky seed running out of your little cunt and onto the sheets. Little do you know that the king of curses found a liking to you and how eager you were to be his little breeding whore and who knows - maybe he will be guiding you to the light of Venus again soon…

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

who’s your god? — geto suguru

summary: suguru geto is the reincarnation of a powerful god or so he claims, using his abilities to prey on as many weak minded housewives as he can.

+ tagging: @hellavile @shamelesshoefairy @takemichiluvr @nutheadgeenat

warnings: (18+, minors/ageless/blank blogs will be blocked) mention of church/religion, sex, adultery, cult like themes, sacrilege(?), begging, pet names (good girl, slut), corruption, finger sucking, public sex, people are watching, geto refers to himself as god, spanking, manipulation, race isn’t mentioned but i envision all my y/n’s as black so yeah

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“A-are you sure?” You swallow and gulp, staring at the man in front of you. His dark hooded eyes staring back at you.

“I have no reason to lie to you.” He says in a hushed tone as your husband walks up the stairs. With every painful creek of the staircase you can’t help but to wince. “Your purity… is in danger, has been for a long time… many of those in higher powers have spoke to me, they do want to help you to remain pure… to be in a good standing of course. That’s why I’m here.”

“Is there anything I can do?” With pleading eyes and shaky hands you scoot closer to him. You children deserved a pure mother, one to help them cross over when the time approached. You longed to be reunited with your husband when time was right.

“Why, of course.” He did a sly slimy smile. “We’ll sit some time aside and pray on this together at the temple.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much sir– eh, master geto.” You could see his lip curl at the name change and seen his nails dig into him palms. Pulling out a simple cross necklace from the insides of his black robe, he handed it to you, placing it into the center of your palm and closing your hand to form a fist.

“Keep this. Wear it. Don’t take it off until we next meet. It’s vital for the ritual we’ll have to preform.”

So you did. You wore it everywhere and didn’t take it off. Anything to keep your purity safe. You showed with it on, wore it underneath all your shirts and dresses.

“The gods spoke to me,” A phone call on the early morning after three weeks had passed. “It’s time.” It wasn’t even dawn yet, just a little past 3am and you were drowsy. “Wear something light. Very thin.”

You swallowed and looked over yourself, all of the sudden nervous and self conscious. Your body a bit more full and plum since the birth of two babies, everything thin you owned was tight against your body.

But you slipped into a long sleeved dark old dress you owned, that covered your entire body and hugged your figure.

You couldn’t help but feel so out of place and so weird when you walked into the sacred temple. Masked and cloaked individuals stood still, you could barely tell that they were breathing yet alone alive.

Swallowing, you made your way to the center of the temple, where you knew Geto would be waiting.

He stood with great posture and a small cross between his fingers, pressing his lips against it before rubbing his fingers against it, up and down. Your core tingled and you gripped the sides of your dress, feeling too hot to keep walking. Your knees buckled and your hands clutched at the wall by your side.

“Master Geto, he—lp!” You slipped and fell to the floor, landing with a small oof that left your mouth. A buzzing sensation on your clit and even feeling a rough hand on your folds. Massaging and pulling them apart.

“Just let it over take you. Just be glad, I didn’t do this while your husband was around. I’m being mighty merciful to you, my dear.” His voice is a shiver up your spine and his presence overtakes you, you feel him all over and he hasn’t even walked over to you yet.

“Tell me, my dear…” His voice cures your ails, making every moment more breathable again. “If I told you that the only way to keep your purity intact would be the touch of a god, would you still be willing?” His voice is sly and cocky.

You squeeze your eyes tightly, a light relief of touch making you moan heavily before it’s quickly snatched away. “That was just a taste, a small taste of purity that could welcomed back into your little soul.”

Something stirred up inside of your chest and a heavy weight made you groan, making you painfully uncomfortable and aware of just what you were missing.

“I need it.” You voice hoarse and detached, you weren’t sounding like yourself. “I’d do anything for it—!” You voice faded.

You felt several hands on you all at once but nobody was there. Solar bright hotness scarred your chest while the cross marked itself into your skin, the smell of burnt flesh all around you.

As if hours had passed, Geto finally approached you. Putting your head in his lap. He crouched and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck the purity back into you.” Licking the insides of your ear before biting and sucking on the lobe. “You’ll be clean again.” He promised.

Slipping your dress up and removing your dainty underwear. “Already so soaked. You’re already ready for me.” His finger caressed your lips and he kissed you. His tongue licking throughout your mouth and sucking on every inch of your tongue.

Cloaked and masked individuals circled around you both and you clang into his grasp, shivering.

“They have to watch. They have to be here.” He explained calmly. “They’re praying over us, praying for you and your purity… shall I ask again, if you really want this? Remember the feeling that you felt…” That feeling was all you could think about, his touch and his voice amplifying everything.

He knew you wanted it. Hanging it over your head. Watching you pant and groan, your thighs sticky and your head spinning. “Please… you know I need it.”

“What would you husband think of you now…” he twists his fingers in your mouth, drawing them in and out. “Watching you beg like a little slut for me to fuck you… would he like it?”

You couldn’t bare to answer. “Please just fuck me already…” you pleaded with him, your eyes clouded with lust, his filled with sin and all he could do was drink it up.

The dizziness continued as the people watching stepped closer, you gulped and trembled, feeling like you can’t breathe.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you need to be pure again.” He pulls his robe off quickly and your eyes follow. His body sculpted to perfection, lean and a perfect built. Your eyes trailed down to his cock and you tried not to moan aloud.

Long and girthy with a dark pink tip, standing curved and full at your attention. You swallowed hard.

Leaning over you, he rubs himself between your cool wet gooey folds, lining his cock against your entrance. “Ready?” He murmurs and your eyes look between his then to his cock before you look to the lingering eyes around you.

“Yes. I’m ready.” Your voice strong and steady as your hands grab at his shoulders.

He slipped between your thighs and all of the heat and sweat around your body disappeared when a small moan left your lips. His cock completely splitting you open and his fingers digging into your thighs. Your legs spread wide as his hips thrust forward, hard.

Burying his nose into your neck he does a deep laugh. His hips wild with ever thrust, the splashy wetness from your pussy echoing around the temple. Moans bounce around with each time he plunges in and out of you.

Clenching around him, he groans, pulling himself out before quickly tapping his cock against your wet folds that open wide for him. He feeds your deprived insides his merciful cock with a sinister smile before he says:

“Tell me, who’s your fucking god now? Huh? Who do you belong to? Who is fucking you, hm? Who’s fucking this pussy pure?”

Gripping his shoulders harder and meeting his thrust you finally whisper, “You… you are, master Geto.”

His hips stutter when you tighten up on him, “Oh, so tight… so fucking tight.” He squeezed your thighs and ram inside of you, both of your moans loud. “Gonna fucking cum inside this pretty pussy.” He promises, jerking his hips and fucking deeper inside of your core.

Feeling every twitch from you, he uses two fingers to rub at your needy swollen clit. “Oh you like that? You like when I fuck this flower open?”

He plants kisses up and down your throat. “Please just…” you lock your legs around his waist, tightly. Wetness sliding down your thighs.

He shutters and sighs, rocking his hips and thrusting harder inside. His eyes intense as they glare down at you. “Such a good girl,” He says, his voice guff and his cock throbbing hard.

Your nails dig into his skin and your pussy squirts as he works his way in and out of you.“Take it.” He tip kissing your womb ever so gently before he’s pounding inside again, watching your thighs jiggle with every moment.

“Take my cum.” He growls, stilling over you. His body shakes and so goes yours, once his cum is planted inside of you, your body feels cool again.

Panting, you look into his dark eyes. “Am I pure?” Your eyes shining with hope and pleasure.

“Far from it.” He says and your face falls. “Turn around.”

Embarrassed and confused, you turn on your stomach.

You feel his rough hands touching on your ass and squeezing the plushness of it before he does the unexpected. A loud slap rings throughout the temple and you grown in pain. “Count.” He does another one to the opposite cheek.

“O-one…” Your soaked folds growing even wetness. “Two…”

Rubbing his cock between your ass he does another slap. “Three—!”

“I’m going to have my way with you for the rest of the day… until you physically can’t anymore.” He says with a deep chuckle. “Ready?”

Let’s say Sasuke have those days where he is acting like a baby and wants to be babied by his s/o. Maybe even calls the reader mommy

🌸✨Baby boyfriend ✨🌸

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, fluff, mdlb

Sfw

He doesn’t know exactly why he has these days. You know exactly why he has these days. Because he’s had to be very mature and only think about revenge from a very young age. He had to deny himself love and being love to reach a goal that he should not have had to reach.

When he find his soulmate (you), he finds himself able to be vulnerable around you. But you only see this behavior about a year and a half into your marriage. The first time it happens, he comes home from work one day to find you preparing dinner in the kitchen. You’re almost done now, about to dish up, when you feel his arms wrap around you. You tense your before relaxing, realizing it’s just your husband. “Baby! Your back”, you exclaim, stopping everything you were doing to return some affection. But to your surprise he tightens his hold, burying his face into your neck, taking a long, deep wif of your sweet scent.

You just always smell so damn good. A scent he could recognize in a room full scents. You giggle at the strange but comforting action, intertwining your fingers with his, simply enjoying his warm around your body too.

He only wanted to feel you against him. “I really missed you today”, he says, and you’re taken aback. Did he just express his feelings? You’re trying not to burst with excitement, reaching your hand up to bury it in his hair, softly scratching his scalp.

“I missed you so much baby”, you respond. “Dinner is just about ready, why don’t you go wind down while I dish up”. At that, he immediately groans, surprising you once again. Planting a kiss in your neck, that kiss turning into sucking, and eventually he began nibbling, high key turning you on.

“Sasuke!”, you giggle, trying to stifle any moans, not wanting this to go in that direction. “Come with me”, he says and you still for a while. “Okay baby, but you’re going to have to let go of me at some point”, you giggle, which he cuts short when he transports the two of you to the bathroom, the bathroom mat taking your place in the kitchen.

“Sasuke!”, you scold him, and he just groans again, still holding you tight. “Bathe me please”, he says, already missing your body when you finally manage to break away from him. You love to take care of your baby, so you happily comply, filling up the bathtub with water and bubbles, your favourite scent. He absolutely doesn’t mind. Plus he likes the idea of smelling like you.

After helping him strip, you give him and good scrub in the bathtub, scrubbing away all the dirt from the day away, rinsing him clean and wiping him dry. After you moisturize him and get him in clean clothes, you’re just absolutely happy that he’s letting you take care of him like this. He’s being very vulnerable and you’re bursting with joy. Is he finally confronting his childhood trauma?

He wants nothing but snuggles the entire night, holding you while you dish up dinner. You think the funniest part was when he asked you to come sit on his lap and feed him. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp while you fed him, he feeding you right back. You loved how silly he was being. You could adjust to his neediness really fast. You liked it.

Bedtime is serious cuddles, please no phones or books, just hold him and talk to him. He snuggles his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around you, and you just have to scratch his scalp when he softly wines for more. So much kisses and cuddles. He feels so safe and happy, like he broke off an anchor that has been weighing him down.

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He’s still extremely needy, but not in the way that you would expect him to be, no he’s doing to please you. He wants you to tell him how to please you. You’re so surprised when you hear him grunt “Like this mama”, in his sexy, deep voice and you immediately crumble, his fingers stroking your gspot while he greedily sucks on your nipples.

“Does mama like this?”, he says, and you’re so far gone, unable to handle his newfound mommy kink.

“Y-yes baby, such a good b-boy”, you say, still on the high of your orgasm.

You don’t see it, but he smiles, wondering if he can take it a little further. “What else would you like mama?”, he says, and you don’t know if he’s being sexy or needy, his voice daddy but his words are baby. You’re so confused while he’s practically forcing another orgasm out of you, only speeding up to see you crumble faster.

Unable to use words, you push his head down, and he lets go of nipple with a loud pop, licking and kissing your abdomen on the way down.

“Tell me what to do please”, he says, so desperate and needy to please you, and you figure he probably wants you to top him. “Eat mommy out until I cum baby, can you do that?”, and he nods his head, only eager to please, spreading your legs wide open.

He starts eating you out so fucking good, his tongue lapping up your juices, spreading your lips apart to get to your clit, flicking his tongue across it at a steady paces, his actions rough as usual, your orgasm isn’t to far away. “Mama, you’re so wet, am I doing a good job?”, he asks you, and you can barely breathe. “Y-yes baby! S-such a good boy, uhhh! Oh fuck! Yeeeeeessssssss!”, you scream when he starts sucking your clit, making you cum so hard, you can barely handle the pleasure, his hand easily holding you down, clearly too busy enjoying himself to care about overstimulating you, making you scream as another orgasm quickly followed, so intense you couldn’t stop yourself from turning into a whiny and teary mess.

You didn’t know if you should call him daddy or baby boy, and you couldn’t really care, absentmindedly trying to get away from him. You thought you’d try something. “B-baby! Stoooop”, you cried, and he actually did.

You figured this would be your one opportunity to ride him, trying so hard to gather yourself before he would man handle you into the next position. And of course he happily let you ride him.

You’d never thought you’d see Sasuke so vulnerable under you, bouncing on him like your life depended on it, only able to last a couple of bounces before you couldn’t take it anymore, but he, like a good boy, grabbed your hips and began slamming up into you, begging you to cum inside of you.

You thought it was very cute that he was such a baby, but you just clearly weren’t built to top a man like him, he was basically topping you from the bottom, and you’d never truly been this confused before. But you went along with it as best as you could.

The only part you managed to ace without going dumb from an orgasm, was when you gave him some sloppy head, you sucked him dry, taking him down to your throat before gagging and pulling out, only to massage his shaft with both your hands while you sucked in the tip. He was literally whimpering for you, you’d never heard him whimper like this or at all.

He obviously wanted more, fucking you so hard, your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into you with hard, desperate thrusts, making you scream as you felt each thrust like an electric jolt running through your body and heating up your toes. He was praising you so much, “Argh mama, fuck, let me have more please, please mama let me please you”,he literally beg when it got too much for him.

How could you possibly say no.

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇

yakuza boss!Gojo Satoru x f!reader

genre. romance, smut

s. after inheriting your family pastry shop, the troubles begin. who would have thought that the boss of such a dangerous organization would have a sweet tooth, and not only for sweets

cw. big dick!Gojo, size kink, fingerfucking, oral, creampie, mating press, full nelson, squirting, mirror sex - not a mirror but a window, praise, manhandling, doggy | wc. 6k

cw. yakuza!boss Toji, blackmail, noncon groping + kissing — Toji makes a short appearance, he is a rival of Satoru from another yakuza gang

an. Gojo falls hard — rbs + coms are appreciated — m.list

How did things turn out this way?

When grandpa was running the bakery everything was going well. Business was good, customers were always satisfied, and in just a few years he had made a name for himself. They called him ‘the King of Cakes’.

Then he was taken away by old age. The man who had raised you after the death of your parents, the man who had taken care of you, who had taught you the art of baking was suddenly gone.

Toraya Bakery had been his dream since he was a child. Once you got old enough he asked you to join and help him, he knew you were talented, maybe even more than him, but now that it’s in your hands you’re shattering it all. All his efforts are just falling on deaf ears.

A few weeks after grandpa’s death a large chain of dessert stores opened not far from your bakery. Even the most loyal customers had stopped showing up and you, in order to pay for the goods and the bills, had to take out a loan and now not even that loan can be paid off.

“I’m so sorry grandpa” you sob with documents of the last month’s payments in your hand, sitting at an empty table in the store.

Not a single customer came in today either. Yet the presentations at the windows are nice, they are the same ones that your grandpa taught you to set up. The flavor of the pastries is the same one you grew up with and learned to make, so what’s wrong?

While you are lost in your thoughts the bell that warns of the arrival of customers rings. The man who walks in looks completely out of place in your store.

Keep reading

what is left between the sun and moon.

oneshot warnings ; fem!reader, suggestive language, creampie, breeding kink (implied), praise, slow yet also rough sex, overstimulation, teasing, etc.

summary — you mindlessly asked muzan, “what do you plan to do post-recovery?” to which he foolishly spoke the truth. “i want you to ride me.”

it was early morning, dusk pooled beneath the window’s covers, barely enveloping the dark room in a small light.

you were nothing more than a mere maid for the ubuyashiki family, set to care for lord muzan's needs. whether that be bringing him tea, or bathing him, you cared for most, if not all, his demands.

your footsteps were soft, barely audible as you entered the room he lay in. you set before him a simple bowl of soup, your head hanging low as you sat yourself to your knees. "thank you." he softly spoke, his gaze stuck to a window not far from him.

since the day you were assigned to care for lord muzan, you two have grown to be fond of one another. he spoke to you with a rather gentle, and soothing tone. your long talks turned into something more, and before you knew it, your heart had begun to swell with love. it was absolute, your feelings, yet undesirably foolish. he was a sick man, and you were nothing more than a maid, disposable at any moment.

though your heart spoke such words, such sentiments, that it was becoming hard to ignore.

"lord muzan," you softly spoke, his head turned to look a you. "what do you have planned post-recovery?" at such words, his shadowed eyes seemed to light up barely.

you had seemed to be the only one who actively accepted his recovery, despite all the casualties this illness has brought, you still believed—held onto hope for his convalescence.

muzan was touched.

he said no words as a slight smile came to his face, he extended merely one hand to grab your wrist.

"might i show you?"

you looked at him as he held your wrist, eyes wide and an expression that could only be explained as shocked. with careful movements, you nodded.

at your approval, the man had pulled you impossibly closer. his sudden strength made you gasp as he pulled you to sit on his lap. muzan looked up at you, his long hair covering parts of his face. he was pretty, undeniably so.

he moved a hand up to clasp your waist, his touch was lingering, it made you twitch in his hold.

"ride me."

his words sent chills down your spine, your cheeks lit up to that of a rosy pink color. "i may be ill, but im far from stupid. i see the way you look at me."

"lord muzan—”

he turned his head to the side a little, a curious smirk to his face. "don't tell me... have i assumed wrongly?"

you could only sit on his lap and stare down at him with wide eyes. everything felt hot, your thighs felt tingly, and before you knew it, you were melting into both his and yours dirty urges. beginning with the dress you wore, you slowly began to unbutton it, then your bra was next.

you were now completely exposed and naked upon the ill man. muzan traced his hand up your bare body, his touch almost hoarse, fiery. all until he reached your bare chest. muzan groped you, his eyes filled with a needful curiosity.

as he continued touching and playing with your nipples, you directed your attention lower. pushing the covers aside to get to muzan's yukata, you then undid that, now staring at his cock nervously. he suddenly pinched you, your back arch within his lap as you whined lightly.

"carry on. don't just stare."

you gently took ahold of his member, squeezing it lightly. muzan groaned at your touch, he couldn't help but sink in the comfort of pillows behind him. "yeah... just like that."

you slowly jerked muzan off, at times even pressing your thumb to his tip—running it along his slit and spreading the precum that ran down his cock all over. "like this?"

"mhm," he hummed, pressing his hips forward a little, "faster." he could barely gasp out, you followed his every demand, fastening your pace with your hand, right before you moved his cock to your cunt, pressing it barely at your entrance.

"fuck... yes." he gasped barely, gazing up at your naked body, his eyes were the brightest you've come to see. filled with need, and infatuation. you chewed on your lip as you faltered barely.

you sunk down on his cock, your eyes going wide at the sudden burn.

"it h-hurts." you whined, moving your hand up to bite on your thumb. muzan breathed heavily as he looked at you. he raised his hand to push your hair behind your ear.

"take your time."

at his words, you slowly sunk down fully. your sanity had become fogged at the feeling, now in a world of pure bliss, your body began to move at its own degree. pleasure shot all throughout you as you bounced lightly. muzan shuttered as you helplessly rode him, he could only sit there and bite back his desperate moans. muzan was needy for you, even balls deep inside you. his swollen cock kissed your cervix, making you whine as you sped up your pace.

muzan whimpered, catching you off guard. of course-its only been a dirty fantasy played out in your head, but hearing it truly made your cunt spasm around him.

"gonna fuck you everyday from now on," muzan breathlessly moaned. you moved your hands to grab onto his knees from the behind as he grabbed your waist firmly to fuck you from the below. you nearly had hearts in your eyes as he did so.

"y-you don't understand," you whined, a small smile coming to your lips as you bounced alongside his thrusts from the below, "how many times ive touched myself thinking about this moment."

muzan laughed as slapping sounds echoed throughout the room, his stamina was depleting but it all felt too good, "yeah? have you now?" he was too caught up in the moment to fully process how hard he was fucking you.

suddenly sentivty shoots all throughout your body, the spasms of your cunt enveloping his cock told muzan all that he needed to know. you were close, and so was he. his thrusts began to slur, and a small sweat broke out on his forehead.

jerking his hips into your own, muzan let out one last breathy moan before he came all inside you. cum began to leak out of your cunt, though muzan showed no signs of slowing down.

your stomach unraveled at the feeling, and you were suddenly twitching in his lap, you moaned out his name one last time at your orgasm before muzan began to slow his pace. he fucked his cum into you with two last thrusts before completely relaxing into the soft covers behind him.

"dont want it leaking out..." lord muzan mumbled, you could only stare at him with tinted cheeks as he did so. “you're mine, from this point on, after all.”

You and boyfriend!Bakugou drunkenly fuck one night without a condom, his burning mouth on your nipples and fat cock buried in you felt too good to tell him to stop before he came inside.

And he did. Deep, deep in you.

It’s not until a few weeks later that you don’t quite feel like yourself. You purchase a pregnancy test and take it, glaring at it from the toilet the whole two minutes it takes to curate your results.

Positive.

Katsuki gets home and instantly notices your nerves, and you can’t wait to tell him after dinner like you’d planned. When his belly would be full and he’d be at his most content.

So you tell him. And he smiles.

Later, when he gets you under him again, he starts cooing down at you, “Such a good girl that you got pregnant from doing it raw just one time?” You feel a hot and heavy hand linger on your lower belly, warm eyes looking down at you with reverence, “Fucked you so well this pussy had no choice, huh?”