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stvrrynight · 2 years

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can you please do more bimbo!reader with nanami ?? <33 maybe reader is feeling insecure after hearing others making fun of her while her and nanami were out at the mall? it’s alright if you can’t/don’t want to !!

GASP as soon as i read this a Gigantic idea just went poof in my lil brain. thank u nonnie for this<3 ( mentions : past bullying, self deprecation )

nanami knows something’s wrong the minute you both step past the doorframe of your home and you kick off your heels, toss your coat on the stand, and softly tell him, “ ‘m gonna take a bath.”

he’s left staring at your retreating figure with bags of all sizes, labeled with dior, prada, chanel, and cartier hanging off of his arms. you both have managed to finally even catch those patent leather, yves saint laurent opyum sandal heels in store you’ve been pouting and obsessing over for months now — he had thought you’d wanted to immediately slip them on your pretty feet and parade in them for the rest of the day. you’re always giving him a full on haul after your cosmic-sized shopping sprees; it’s a tradition at this point. nanami doesn’t understand.

just before you both had left you were the happiest, little thing in the world — excitedly telling him about all the clothes you were going to buy while feeding him fork after fork of your delicious, homemade chocolate chip pancakes, even got all extra dolled up, if even possible, just because you knew he was taking you to the premium outlets and you always wanted to look your best for and around nanami.

the blond haired man sets the bags down on the floor beside your shared bed, undoes the cuff links to the simple, navy blue button down you had wanted him to wear today, rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and walked over to the bathroom door, pushing it more open from its cracked position. unsurprisingly, you had been seated on the edge of the porcelain, claw foot bathtub, soft hand reaching out to feel the rushing water pouring from the faucet to make sure its temperature was just right. he doesn’t say anything, yet. he shoves his hands in his pockets, crosses one ankle over the other, and leans against the bathroom counter, watching you wrap up your hair, tear off your clothes, then step inside the tub and tilt your head back against the ledge.

“. . . what’s wrong.”

he doesn’t ask it as a question. it’s a statement. he wants to know. honey-brown eyes subtly scan your face, checking for any frowns, pouts, teary eyes — the only thing he notices is that it’s completely blank, so unlike the usual soft smile that seems to permanently reside on your glossed lips.

“nothing, ken’.”

he inhales a big breath through his nose, rubs his hand down his jaw, then straightened up and walks over to the tub. you’re going to be difficult today, he sees. when he’s within frame, you slowly look up at him, into his hard, brown eyes and then, somehow, it hits. it hits because nanami’s the most strong-willed, persevering, most confident person you know and you’re sure in the fact that if he were in your shoes, he wouldn’t be crying over a snide comment some random stranger’d have made about him.

he doesn’t say anything when you lift your knees up to your chest to bury your face into them and start to softly weep. you can hear him moving though, but you don’t want to look up. you feel stupid, so fucking stupid and you want to get it together, but you can’t. faking that you’re alright will only make this hurt more. you only feel him gently pushing you forward a few seconds later so that he can slip into the bathtub behind you, pull you back into his lap, and tuck your face into his neck, giving you the comfort you need that only he can provide. he doesn’t shush you or even talk, he just comfortably rubs a hand up and down the length of your back and sometimes kisses your temple and it’s just perfect.

he only speaks when your sobs dwindle down to only sniffles and hiccups a few minutes later, that’s when his deep voice gently murmurs, “do you want to talk about it?” and he waits patiently until you give him a nod and start to poke and prod at his fingers that lay on your thigh, something you only do when you’re anxious or shy.

“when we were at cartier,” nanami’s mind flashes back to the last store you both had popped into. “i was pointing and showing you the bracelets and i heard . . a few of the employees saying some things about me.” mean things. you can still hear the soft whispers of them chuckling and telling each other to ‘look, look . . what a fucking joke,’ how they just knew nanami had to be your sugar daddy because why else would he stick around with someone so pretty and stupid, what other reason could there be to have a man like him wanting someone as fucking brainless and airheaded as you?

you’re crying again. “and i know you t-tell me, hm, to ignore them . . and that i’m smart and sweet and shouldn’t worry about what other people say, b-but,” you sniffle and look down at your trembly fingers, unable to stop thinking about how you’d feel this exact same way when you were eight, nine, ten, eleven years old, curled up underneath the playground’s slide while kids giggled and mocked the questions you’d ask your teachers around you. “i know you just . . mm, tell me that because you have to, nanami. i know i’m stupid and i don’t know a lot of things.”

you don’t know what you expected after saying that, but you know it wasn’t nanami squeezing you tight by the nape of your neck so that you could give him your full, undivided attention. his eyes have darkened into something . . scary. it makes you tense and timidly reach for his arm that holds you, “. . k-kento—“

“—you don’t know a lot of things?” a frown pulls at the corners of his lips. “you don’t know a lot of things? you want me to be completely honest? . . hm?” he waits for you to give a little nod. “that may be the dumbest fucking thing i’ve heard come out of your mouth.”

your eyes fill with another batch of tears but nanami doesn’t console you this time. no, you don’t deserve it. “you don’t know a lot of things,” he scoffs softly underneath his breath, a slight smile spreading across his face. “who’s the one who literally pays the bills around here? you were the one who was able to link all of our information to the company. not me. who’s the one who not only cooks breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which comes out fucking amazing every single time, who’s the one that was able to figure out how that complicated, fucking samsung washing machine worked? and that fucking dishwasher? who’s able to budget our money like a fucking pro and still somehow buy enough designer to fill your own mall?”

you look away while nibbling on your bottom lip, softly uttering, “me, nanami.”

he squeezes your nape a little tighter and you look back up at him. his words are firm when he says, “exactly. do i need to go down an entire list? spell it out for you word by word? or, maybe fuck it into your brain, huh? which is it?”

“n-nanami—“

“—i don’t want to hear you belittle yourself ever a-fucking-gain, do you understand me?”

your nod is immediate and so is the little smile that starts to lift your lips. “mhm.”

“don’t play with me, _____—“

you giggle and throw your arms around his neck so that you can peck his lips over and over and over. “ ‘m not, i won’t,” your pout is sweet and precious. you make his heart thud harder within his chest at the sight of the gorgeous fucking smile you wear on your face and he never wants to see it leave again.

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stvrrynight · 2 years

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SOFTHEADED

↳ for @jeminiwrites ‘s bimbo bonanza collab :3

.. ⥊ pairing . . . nanami kento x reader

.. ⥊ warnings . . . fem!reader / spoiled, bimbo reader / daddy kink / belly bulge / fingering / dacryphilia / squirting / overstimulation / lots of praise / bugs mentioned / public sex somewhat / thigh fucking / dry humping / multiple orgasms / dumbification (?) in a sense / pet name usage ( ex. baby, beautiful, little one, princess. ) / sex in a tent<3

.. ⥊ word count . . . 6.3k

.. ⥊ a.n . . . i had fun writing this becuz one.) i love bimbo reader and two.) i’ve always wanted to write a sex scene taking place in a tent so :D yeah. nanami is twenty six (26) and reader is twenty four (24). minors do not interact! feedback & reblogs appreciated!

“do you have everything?”

the sharp clicks of your five inch, baby pink, platformed jimmy choo heels tapping quickly against the curved, grey cemented footpath in front of your home, leading towards the driveway as you saunter to your fiancé’s big bodied mercedes-benz gls-class truck are rhythmic. you can hear the ruffle of duffel bags and the wheels of your pink, vintage, dior suitcases and carry ons rolling that nanami had been lugging behind you.

“i have everything, nanami,” you had coo’d gently, watching him haul all of your luggage towards the trunk of the car. his muscles flex and constrict underneath the simple, olive green, nike fleece he had wore as he stacks them all up atop his two duffel bags like a complex game of tetris and you tilt your head in interest when a piece of blond hair falls across his forehead in his moil and effort.

you can’t help but notice it. he’s so handsome.

he releases a weighty huff from his chest before he’s slamming the trunk closed, dusting off his hands, and fixing you with a calm, though subtly knowing, honey-brown eyed stare that makes you nibble on the tip of your coffin-shaped acrylic and give him a soft, innocent smile.

“do you have everything?” he repeats more slowly.

your smile lessens into puffed cheeks and a pout, “yes, i have everything. i think i’d know if i missed something, ‘m not dumb nanami—“

“—the minute this car,” he points to it. “leaves this driveway,” his finger flicks downward to the cement, “i’m not turning back. so,” his steps are idle and steady once he starts to walk closer to you. he brings with him an air of effortless authority and sway that makes your knees almost buckle. he smells good, too — like, a tinge of burnt vanilla and woodsy tobacco. your eyes are hazy and unfocused when you have to lift them to look up to his tall, six foot height.

nanami notices this and it doesn’t take him by surprise. it’s often more than not that he has to snap his fingers or grip you by the chin with two fingers to center you back down to earth’s gravity. you’re a mess. “do . . . you . . . have . . . everything?” he asks you softly with his index’s knuckle holding your chin up to demand your full, undivided attention. your soft nod is more than enough for him. but you’re his mess.

his voice is still gentle when he mutters, “okay.”

he should probably let you go and open the door so that you two can head out on the road, but, still, nanami can’t exactly help it. with you this close, he gets a good look at your pretty, no, fucking enchanting face — from your plush lips glittering with your favorite, piña colada scented gloss and the pearls studded along your eyelids that fall into half lids into your irises. “why are you so perfect, huh?”

you grow flustered. you squeak and giggle, throwing your arms over his strong shoulders and kick a leg up as you do. the kiss you press against his lips has a bright smack of lipgloss transferring onto them which, oddly, nanami is used to by now. he doesn’t bother to wipe it off, just opens the passenger side’s door so that you can hop up and slide inside the fine, leather interior, then shuts it so that he can round the car and hop into the driver’s.

“i’m so excited,” you’re babbling to him while fluffing your hair and gazing at your reflection through the sun visor’s mirror. “we’re gonna eat s’mores and sing songs and . . . .” your words trail off.

nanami thinks it’s because you don’t know what else there is to do. this was your first time going camping — it’s to be expected. “uh,” he rotates the wheel with the heel of his palm while turning onto the freeway’s ramp entrance. “i think you’ll like catching fireflies . . we can go out on a midnight swim in the lake, stargaze—“

“—no,” you whine and fold your arms. “baby, i forgot my phone and lipgloss . . .”

nanami should’ve known. no matter how many times he asked did you have everything, and no matter how many times you answered yes, he should have checked himself. he shakes his head, eyes steady and focused on the road. “i’m not going back,” is all he tells you.

“but nanami,—“

“—what did i tell you?” he spares a quick glance at you, not shocked to see a precious, little face full of dejection staring back at him. “i asked you did you have everything, three times. no,” his head shakes again and leans back to start to steer the wheel from atop with one hand while the other arm leans on his door’s armrest. “i’m not going back.”

“. . . kentoooo.”

nanami tells himself that he needs to put his foot down with this one. he won’t give in. he won’t. he won’t.

but you’re something else.

there’s something about you that makes the man bend and succumb to your every desire and wish, no matter how far or bizarre. he’s aware that there’s not much within that pretty head of yours. you weren’t the smartest, or if you could have put it, ‘the sharpest light bulb in the shed’ (point proven) but you were his and nanami adored you even so. it’s why he slid a twelve carat diamond ring on that little finger of yours only two years after meeting you for the very, first time.

you had came from a very affluent and well-fixed family — father was the chief financial advisor of a banking corporation and your self-acclaimed hippie of a mother owned a line of essential oils that both housewives and single men alike adored. you had grown up with a golden spoon in your mouth to put straightforwardly, and upon first encounters at a charity gala, nanami had only spoke two sentences to you before he was calling you a spoiled brat with the most vacant, impassive expression on his face.

you threw a little tantrum, of course — told your daddy on him which, let’s face it, was the most ridiculous and yet, amusing, thing he’s ever seen in all of his, then, twenty four years on earth. ditzy you. you hadn’t known that nanami had met your father before, albeit a few times, and the two of them had formerly established a nice and civil relationship between one another. your face dropping into one of dumbfoundment when you had saw the two shake hands and pick up a conversation on stocks and rising taxes still replays in nanami’s head from time to time.

“you’re the best!” you’re leaning over the middle console to smack a soft kiss into the light scruff of ashen blond hair making home along his jawline when nanami’s climbing back into the car thirty minutes later with your pink iphone and three tubes of lipgloss in hand. “thank you, daddy.”

he gives you a simple sigh, “this is the first and last time i’m turning back, do you hear me?”

the hour and a half drive up to the state’s forest is spent with the two of you listening to your customized, ariana grande playlist and you pointing your finger against the window and gasping with glee when you happen to pass a field of cows or horses — tiny, “nanami, nanami! look, look!” pushing past your lips and him humming and giving you a nod with a slight, “i see, baby.”

having nanami’s big hand clutch your thigh and getting to sit pretty beside him are the only reasons why you enjoy car rides. usually you’re insufferable. it’s hard for you to keep still sometimes. at home you’re always in the kitchen whipping up new recipes you found on pinterest, despite the fact that you have to run back and forth between it and the bedroom to ask nanami what two thirds of a cup was and what was the point of following the recipe step by step — it had indicated for you to bake the cake at two hundred degrees but you wouldn’t be anything if you weren’t impatient. cranking the heat up to four hundred wouldn’t be that big of a deal, right? it’ll speed up the process.

safe to say, there’s been more than a few instances where all of the windows of your home had to stay opened all night to allow the smell of burnt batter to air out, and nanami keeps a fire extinguisher on hand underneath the sink.

you get to stare at him, too — get to sit and admire his flawless side profile and how his favorite, bronzed rolex wrapped around his wrist gleamed a bright flare into your eyes each time the sun hit it when he happened to turn the wheel. and within the smattery cosmic of your mind upon staring at him for too long, you’re always reminded that you hadn’t known what love had felt like until you met nanami kento.

the words he whispers to you underneath the silent comfort of your bed sheets gives sweet, candied fruit and glacé sorbet a run for their money. the way he kisses your temple when he gathers you within the opulence of his arms is incapable of comparison, but still, the feeling that blooms within the gates of your heart when he does reminds you of a steaming hot trill of jasmine tea sliding down your throat during a cold day in december. he’s simply everything to you and he makes sure you know that you’re everything to him and more.

“oi! nanami, you’re almost two hours fuckin’ late.”

the sound of shoes scraping against loose pebbles and gravel doesn’t mix well with your whines and aggravated huffs. you’re struggling to walk up the short hill that surfaces out into an open, even plane of dirt that spreads out about five yards length and width — surrounding your campsite is nothing but tall trees of cedar and pine.

gojo had lifted open the flap of the dome tent that had been assembled near the entrance of the trail. he lets out a long, low whistle upon the view of nanami lugging up three duffel bags and two carry ones over his back and arms and places his hands on his hips. gojo gives a bright smile. “that’s what i like to see. you’re working the hell out of him — ah, nanami would you like some help?”

before nanami can cut his eyes at him in annoyance, gojo’s blatantly ignoring him and offering you a hand to help you not twist an ankle on a random stone. he’s laughing when he asks you, “fuck. any higher heels and you could’ve broke a neck.”

your eyes are full of fear when they look up into his at the simple thought of that happening, “you think so? should i . . should i have not worn these? but all i brought were heels.”

“you’re fine,” nanami lets the baggage fall to the ground with dull thuds and scowls at gojo. “i’ll carry you on my back if we happen to walk a long distance.”

utahime’s exiting the pop up tent that had been constructed a few feet away from gojo’s and she’s smiling upon the view of you two and immediately pulling you in for a warm hug, “it’s always so nice to see you,” she sighs. “oh!“ her eyes widen upon her first view of an influx of pink suitcases and bags while nanami crouches low to unzip a duffel to start constructing the tent. “you brought a lot.”

“i had to,” you bite your bottom lip over a pretty grin. “you didn’t? but . . — nanami am i the only one who brought so many things?” your eyes are cutely wide with the new revelation.

gojo nods, “yes.”

though at the same time nanami tells you, “no,” he even looks up at you from what he’s doing to assure you that. “you brought just enough, angel.”

and his word is always right. your pretty face brightens again and you clap your hands quickly, “okay, good,” you giggle. “can i help you build the tent?”

nanami’s giving you the go ahead, allowing you to walk over and grab the pamphlet of instructions. upon first opening it, you’re greeted with black and white pictures of what was supposed to be in the kit and there’s arrows pointing to where and how you’re supposed to assemble poles and hooks. your brain quickly goes haywire. “uh,” you bite your bottom lip.

gojo’s calling out, “don’t stress yourself, sweetheart!”

you huff a pout and nanami’s letting a small smile lift his lips as he gently pries the pamphlet from your manicured fingers. truthfully, he just wanted to see how you’d react to them. “i got it,” he takes one of your hands and pulls it close to stow a sweet kiss upon your knuckles. “why don’t you go rest your pretty feet in utahime’s tent while i get finished with ours, huh?”

the sugarcoated pout that takes over your lips has nanami’s heart in a vise. “but . . i want to help. i’m not dumb, nanami—“

“—i know you aren’t but, still this is hard and i don’t want you fussing over this, beautiful. gotta save all that intellect for later on in our trip.”

he always knows what to say. your pout starts to lift into a smile which you try to fight but he sees right through it. as much as you know you can be a little dense headed, you try just as hard to power through it. nanami thinks it’s cute. his eyes glow akin to seas of liquid gold when he smiles and kisses your knuckles again. “go on.”

you sigh a little, “fine.”

the minute you’re inside the tent with utahime, nanami’s smile is falling upon first look at gojo. “one more slick comment and your head’s going to be floating in that fucking lake.”

there’s a big, gum-showing smile stretching his cheeks as the man leisurely walks over to nanami who starts to separate the materials into separate piles. “two years, man . . and you’re engaged to her,” he sucks his teeth and crouches down beside him. “gotta give you your props, nanami.”

“just admit it, satoru,” nanami doesn’t need the instructions. he flicks them away with a finger and starts to assemble the tent as if he had done it dozens times before. “you’re mean to my fiancé because you want to fuck her.”

the splutters that follow nanami’s words are loud however, both men know that they’re true. and gojo acknowledges that there’s no point in lying. once nanami kento has his mind made up about something, there’s no point in trying to change it. “so what?” is all he says while childishly flinging a pebble nanami’s way so that it hits his arm. “she’s pretty . . and she’s dumb. what more can you ask f—“

gojo prides himself on having quick reflexes . . and nanami does the same.

the second the blond reaches out to snatch his neck up and around so that his arm is wrapped around it and gojo’s in a headlock, the other man is tilting his body weight back so that nanami falls flat on his back and he has his arms wrapped around his legs to keep him from kicking.

“let me go.”

“you let go first.”

gojo digs his fingernails into nanami’s forearm but his grip is only tightening. he’s hardly able to breathe, let alone talk. “. . f-fuck, alright! sorry, sorry!”

“for what?”

gojo holds his tongue and nanami pulls his arm tighter around his neck by tugging at it with his free hand. “s-shit!” gojo slurs. “damnit, nanami! your girl—“

“—wife,—“

“—alright, your fucking wife! i won’t act like a dick anymore.”

both men let each other go at the same time. gojo rubs his neck with a slight smirk on his face while nanami goes back to assembling the tent calmly. “what kind of pussy does she own?”

the sharp, thunderous crack of nanami’s knuckles colliding into the bridge of gojo’s nose is loud enough for a flock of birds perched a few trees away to squawk and quickly soar away with heavy wings flapping against their bodies.

you had thought that camping would be like how it was portrayed in movies and television shows; with everyone in the group circling around the fire singing songs, eating hotdogs, just having a grand time.

you hadn’t expected this.

it’s only day two of the trip and you’ve been bitten at the ankle and collarbone of all places by pesky mosquitos, your hair’s been frizzing up due to the humidity of being so high up in the forest, and you’ve barely been sleeping the past two nights because all you hear are cicadas and the constant, piercing shrill of crickets. sometimes, you think they’re going to slither underneath the protective flaps and layering of the tent and crawl inside your mouth.

you’re sobbing to nanami come evening of day three, “baby . . baby, look at me! i’m a mess!”

nanami’s clicking his tongue fondly and pulling you by the waist so that you stand between his legs. he’s seated on the full sized cot inside of your tent that you had decorated with plush throw blankets and fluffy pillows you snatched from home. you’ve never missed your california king sized bed more than you did now. “no, you don’t—“

“—these bites are itchy,” you reach up to scratch at the stupid nip focused right near the edge of your left collarbone that seemed to be growing and becoming more irritated by the hour. “and . . and as much as i like showering in the pretty waterfall, i miss bubble baths and eating that . . cav — caviar stuff and steamed lobster.”

nanami’s looking up at your pout and he tries to fight it, he does, but he can’t help but break out into a smile which he quickly hides by bowing his head and clearing his throat. unfortunately, you still catch it. you smack his shoulder, “can you stop laughing at me?”

“i’m not. i won’t. look at me,” he’s gathering your attention and grabs you by the waist to pull you in again and kiss your tummy softly. “i told you to stop scratching them. you’re only going to make them bleed.”

you watch him reach for the first aid kit he had placed underneath the cot to unfasten and grab a small tube of benadryl which he opens and dots a good amount on his finger. “c’mere.”

you have to take a seat on the thigh of one of his legs so that he’s able to rub the cooling gel over the bite and massage it in. it’s so comforting — the feeling of the sharp sting slowly dwindling and ebbing away into nothing, as well as nanami’s palm, slightly calloused from past years of sorcery work rubbing into your skin. unknowingly, you melt into him and nanami notices. “feels good?” he asks you delicately, watching you pout and nod and lay the side of your face against his shoulder. “i think you just had a long day, sweet girl,” he sighs.

you have a feeling that he’s right . . nanami always is.

“how about you get some rest, hm?” he kisses your temple after he rubs the medication into the bite on your ankle. you don’t bother to fight.

you slip into your pajamas on your own and climb underneath the comforter to lay your head on a pillow. it has been a long day. usually you fight your sleep but tonight, it washes over you without a blink missed, yet you don’t overlook the soft kiss your fiancé presses against your cheek even so.

with you going to sleep so early, the end of your last rem cycle wakes you up at approximately 4.17 am, giving you a good nine hours of sleep you hadn't even known you needed — furthermore proving that nanami knows best.

the man lays beside you, fast asleep, facing you with a bare arm thrown over your torso, keeping you close against his own chest. in the quiet of the early morning, you’re able to lay and stare at him without shying away from his eyes that always seemed to bore holes into your own.

you’re able to carefully lift your hand and trace invisible lines around the natural, soft arch of his brow, the strong, straight, downward slope of his nose, and across the plush dip of his cupidsbow with your small fingers. he’s so . . . handsome, so . . . manly. he always manages to make you feel protected, even so with just one arm wrapped around you. the joy that sprouted in your heart when he had proposed to you stays unmatched to this day.

him? he wanted you to be his wife? to love, to cherish, to hold past the end of time, to grow old with, to go on crazy, little adventures with, to have kids with? you?

the one who had always been the butt of jokes as a little girl, the one who had countless of men wanting to bed but not wed since the age of eighteen. you didn’t understand. in a way, you still don’t but you’ve learned to push those thoughts aside and focus on the now. you have him and he has you.

with a smile, you kiss his lips.

you keep kissing him until he starts to kiss you back, and though he’s making little grunts and grumbles at having his sleep disturbed, you ignore them because you just can’t help it. sometimes the happiness just hits you in your chest with a big surge and you have to let it out.

you drag your left leg up his hip to hold and tilt your body weight so that you flip him over onto his back and end up straddling him. nanami’s looking up at you through foggy eyes and you’re staring down at him with a big grin. “it’s . .” he reaches for his phone on the floor, powers it on then squints at the screen. “four in the morning, little one. what’s goin’ on?”

“nothin’,” you sing softly and slide your hands slowly up the rocky plane of his abs to his pectorals. “i just . . i missed you.”

nanami’s confusion is written all over his face. he’s not much of a morning person, you know this. “. . i’m right here.”

he is. all blond haired, brown eyed, six feet of him.

you sigh and lean down to capture his lips with yours once more, cupping the side of his face with one of your palms, feeling the scruff of his five o’clock shadow underneath it. you hope he’s able to feel the love you have for him pouring out of you with each click of your lips separating, and at the way you sigh out sweetly through your nose in content, and when your hips start to rock against his firm morning wood, hidden underneath his sweats. for what you’re unable to describe through words, you make sure he’s able to feel it.

“oh, i get it now,” he says. his voice is hushed.

surrounding your tent is nothing but silence, save for the slight rush of water from the waterfall a couple yards away. it’s deadly quiet.

nanami can see that his baby wants, though. can see it in the way your eyes go half lidded and you pull your thumb up to nibble on the nail when he grabs you by the hips, lifts his thigh up and starts to make you rub your needy, little cunt over it.

“a-awe!”

nanami covers your entire mouth with his palm. your eyes are big. “shh, shshsh,” he whispers. there’s a hint of a smile on his face. “i know it’s hard for you to understand words when you get like this. isn’t that right?”

you nod shakily.

“but you have to be quiet. do you hear me?”

you nod once more. nanami trusts you. he drops his hand to have it grab your hips again to work you steadily back and forth, back and forth. his pace is unhurried . . he works you like there’s a slow song playing in the background that only he hears and knows. but, still, it feels good. the much needed friction of the lace of your panties and the cotton of his sweats rubbing up against your clit already has your eyes going bleary and unfocused as you look down at him.

“keep lookin’ at me — that’s right,” nanami still feels the tinctures of sleep passing through his veins. it has his own eyes growing heavy and his limbs feel like they weigh a ton, however if anything, the drowsiness makes this feel better. he’s able to slowly lower his thigh to instead shift you over his cock and you, already so dumb, simply sit on it, waiting for him to buck you back and forth again. “can you take this off for me?” he tugs at the oversized, button down you wore that belonged to him.

your little fingers work hurriedly and your acrylic nails tap and click against each other as you do. with each strip of skin that’s shown, he feels his brain spiraling deeper and deeper into a portion full of nothing but you.

nanami prides himself on being an intelligent man having gone to one of the top universities in the country, secured a job as a stockbroker, and he’s still on call for the occasional curse job here and there; he’s very well rounded.

but around you . . . sometimes, he’ll admit, he goes a little dumb, too.

“fuck.” it shows when he makes his hand fall down upon your ass with a loud smack that makes you yelp and he’s sure gojo and utahime must’ve heard it. “mmm.”

he groans, lifts up and plants a kiss right over your heart before he’s stamping a path to one of your nipples and collecting it inside of his mouth. you’re whimpering quietly, holding onto his shoulders and now beginning to swirl your hips over his cock to feel more. “daddy.”

nanami rolls the small bud over his tongue and lightly pulls it with his teeth until it’s hard, standing upright, and laminated with his spit. only then, does he turn to the other to give it the same attention.

you’re hiccuping now, bucking a little harder which makes the cot start to creak.

“mm — be still,” nanami’s voice comes out in a low gruff that makes you obey, even if you really, really didn’t want to. his tongue is clever and his teeth are sharp . . they nip and bite all over your tits and neck until bruises the tone of maroon and wine bloom all over the canvas of your skin like polka dots. nanami can’t help but smack one, just to watch the flesh jiggle a bit before he’s laying back down, pulling you with him, and rolling you over until you both are laying on your sides.

you don’t need him to ask, or rather, you’re too eager to do it yourself, but you push down his sweats just enough for his cock to spring up and out into the open air. it hits his lower tummy with a slap . . long, thick, and drooly; you scoot closer to nanami to grab it and carefully slide it between the small opening of your thighs, watching his eyes close at the feel.

“oh, shit,” he groans and carefully starts to thrust his hips while holding yours to keep you still. the tightness you provide him with is heavenly. “already doin’ so good for me. just . . k-keep still, let daddy use you for a little while, huh?”

you’re letting out these little pants because with each thrust, your clit’s still getting stimulated by the roof of his cock and it’s just enough for your eyes to roll back into your skull as your mouth falls open. “feels . .” you swallow the glob of saliva pooling on your tongue. “f-feels s’good, daddy.”

hazy, lust filled eyes usually the tone of honey darken into a more muddy gold. they dart over your blissed out face, your bruised tits jiggling and squishing down into the bed with each movement of your arms, and the lewd image of his cock pressing in between the doughy skin of your thick thighs. nanami can cum from the sight alone.

“nanami . .” you’re gasping when he picks up a quicker rhythm, eyes lifting to look up into his.

“so fucking loud.”

his next movements are quick. he pulls his cock from between your thighs, snatches down your panties which don’t even make it past one of your calves; just stays wrapped and tangled around it, then he’s flipping you over and pulling your back into his chest. you’re panting, needy body wriggling and squirming against him. you want him . . . you need him. nanami kento to you is what pollen is to a bee, flame to a moth, gravity is to everything on fucking earth. “please,” you’re sobbing. “please, daddy. p-please.”

“fuck are you whining for, huh?”

his words are mean but his voice is gentle and sweet. he licks his fingers and carefully directs them between your legs, not surprised to feel you absolutely dripping. you’re a mess. two of his fingers are sliding inside your sticky cunt with a loud squelch when they bottom out and he watches your body shiver all over as you push your ass further back to somehow feel more. “so greedy,” he whispers, fucking them in and out to hear those toe-curling, mouth-watering squelches echo inside of his ears. “so, so good for me.”

his praise makes you simultaneously melt against his body yet tighten around his fingers as a new rush of slick gushes out of you.

you can’t describe the joy you feel when he pushes his arm underneath your head to give you some leverage, lifts your leg up with the other and starts to rub his throbbing dick between your puffy lips, giving you both some well needed friction. he’s overwhelming every single one of your senses.

you smell his cologne, feel his body all over yours, taste him underneath the musk of you when he carefully slides his fingers past your lips, hear him coo’ing underneath his breath at how pretty you look.

when he finally pushes inside of you, it’s like breaking down a dam. you’re crying at the ungodly pleasure it brings, no, he brings. your dumb, little mind can’t handle it. “thank you,” you’re babbling and hiccuping. “d-daddy . . daddy—“

“—i know, baby. i know,” nanami tilts his face closer to align his lips atop of yours to swallow each little gasp and whine once he suddenly slams in. “daddy knows.” he doesn’t want to torture you any longer. you’ve been so good for him these past couple days, so good to him. you deserve this. you deserve everything your airy little brain and big, lovable heart desires.

he fucks you slow . . . and deep. carefully pulls his hips back and alternates between driving them back forward leisurely and swirling his hips to angle up into that one, gummy bundle of nerves that has a pool of drool forming underneath your chubby cheek. “that’s my good girl,” he’s whispering, holding your shaky leg up by the back of your knee so that you both can watch his fat and heavy balls tap against your swollen clit with a slight tap each time he bottoms out. “takin’ it so good . . does it feel good?”

your nods are slow as if they’re trying to catch up with your quivering body. you’ve gone non-vocal and now nanami knows that you feel especially good. it makes him smile atop your lips before he’s pressing one last peck against them and pulling his face back to get a good look at you once his pace and strength quickens.

your mouth drops, eyebrows furrow, and cute nose scrunches up.

“there it is.”

the smacking of skin is loud and distinct, and he knows that it’s evident what you two are doing by now and he knows that you two are a little loud but nanami can’t bring himself to care about that anymore. you just feel so good. you’re tight and you’re wet and having you so close makes him feel like his heart was going to burst out of his chest and swell at the same while.

“oh god,” you’re hiccuping and holding onto the ledge of the creaking cot. “oh my . . god, ‘nami.”

the diamond encrusted anklet around your ankle dangles the letters K&N. believe it or not, you had been the one to surprise nanami with it eight months ago when you came home from one of your day-long shopping sprees. seeing his initials dangling off a piece of jewelry so dainty and pretty on you had woken something inside of nanami that he hadn’t even known was dormant. each time he sees it, he wants to break you. and coincidentally, you never take it off.

nanami bends your leg almost all the way back until your thigh nears your shoulder just to hear the way the letters jingle as they hit each other. “fuck,” he curses, eyes cycling back into his head. “f-fuck.”

your moans are so pretty — high pitched, breathy, and broken. you have his hips stuttering prior to him starting to fuck you harder. you hadn’t even known he could but he’s proving you wrong at the way you can feel your ass clapping back off of his slim hips with each push of them against it. you’re babbling shaky ‘daddy’s’ and ‘t-too much’ while he just keeps you still.

his voice is trembly and quiet when he says, “a-almost there, sweet thing. you’re almost there.”

you’re going to make a mess — you feel it in the way your pedicured toes curl and how your clit seems to pulsate harder by the second. “hhnnng,” you’re so dumb that you can’t even say it.

your cum gushes out of you in fast, long spurts that manages to hit the floor past the edge of the bed. the rest dribbles out in ripples and tides, getting all over nanami’s balls and both of your thighs. he powers you through it; never stops nor decreases his pace, he keeps you right where he wants you, forcing you into overstimulation. you’re squeaking, “ ‘nami — daddy . . w-wait — oh, god!”

nanami feels his own edge getting closer. he slips himself over you so that he’s on top yet he keeps your one leg up and stretched and soon grabs the other to do the same and folds you into a perfect mating press.

you have a love hate relationship with the position. you love it because you get the perfect view of your fiancés fat, long cock dropping into your sloppy pussy. you get to see his tummy fold as he bends to keep his neck from straining and you especially love how you can see the print of his cock pushing against the skin of your stomach, further showing you just how big he truly is.

but, still, you’re always so easily overwhelmed because with this position he digs in deep. his tender tip bumps against your cervix, rubbing up against it and your g-spot. it’s a weird feeling. sometimes, all you can sob is, “h-hurts so good.” thankfully, he understands.

“doin’ so good for me.” pieces of blond hair fall across his forehead and jump in time against it with his thrusts. the way he’s staring down at you makes you shake. “can you give me another one?” he licks his thumb before pressing it against your clit and dragging tiny, quick circles on it. “give daddy one more, princess. please, baby. just . . one more.”

you’re so weak. you can only nod wordlessly and let your body give into his. you let him fuck you until his name is the only thing that rings in your brain, until your pussy’s aching with the stretch of him battering it sore, until you’re squirting again for the second time . . getting nanami’s lower torso and your own dirty with your fluids.

you make him smile. “there we fuckin’ go.”

his own orgasm creeps up on him slow. it starts from his feet, makes him curl his toes once he feels the thick flames licking at the base of his gut before it surges up to his calves — they tense, along with his thighs. and his jaw’s clenching tighter come the swelling of his balls filling with cum. he’s gripping your thighs until they start to bruise. “fuck . . fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he’s grunting, making him hips slam into your ass at the pace of his words before ultimately, it’s hitting him with a grand slam.

his balls draw tight before the first shot of thick, opaque white is bursting inside of your womb. nanami goes scarily still and throws his head back with the muscles in his neck straining as he fucks his cum as deep as it can go with jerky little tilts of his hips.

you mewl.

you feel warm inside . . and exceptionally full.

he’s pumping you swollen, filling you up with his thick seed until he can no longer fill you anymore. “fuck,” he’s breathing hard, dropping his head and looking down at you.

you’re so fucking cute. you just . . lay there with a stupid, little smile of content on your face and hazy eyes as you massage his thighs with your small fingers as if you weren’t the one, one move away from being folded into a fucking pretzel. nanami chuckles. oddly enough, he’s thinking back to gojo’s question from earlier in the trip . . . what kind of pussy do you own? for him to feel on top of the moon like this, he’s convinced you’re just a figment of his imagination.

but upon leaning down, kissing your lips, and intertwining his fingers between the spaces of yours, nanami knows that you’re one hundred percent true.

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stvrrynight · 2 years

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SOFTHEADED

↳ for @jeminiwrites ‘s bimbo bonanza collab :3

.. ⥊ pairing . . . nanami kento x reader

.. ⥊ word count . . . 6.3k

“do you have everything?”

you can’t help but notice it. he’s so handsome.

“do you have everything?” he repeats more slowly.

your smile lessens into puffed cheeks and a pout, “yes, i have everything. i think i’d know if i missed something, ‘m not dumb nanami—“

his voice is still gentle when he mutters, “okay.”

“—no,” you whine and fold your arms. “baby, i forgot my phone and lipgloss . . .”

“but nanami,—“

“. . . kentoooo.”

nanami tells himself that he needs to put his foot down with this one. he won’t give in. he won’t. he won’t.

but you’re something else.

he gives you a simple sigh, “this is the first and last time i’m turning back, do you hear me?”

“oi! nanami, you’re almost two hours fuckin’ late.”

your eyes are full of fear when they look up into his at the simple thought of that happening, “you think so? should i . . should i have not worn these? but all i brought were heels.”

“you’re fine,” nanami lets the baggage fall to the ground with dull thuds and scowls at gojo. “i’ll carry you on my back if we happen to walk a long distance.”

“i had to,” you bite your bottom lip over a pretty grin. “you didn’t? but . . — nanami am i the only one who brought so many things?” your eyes are cutely wide with the new revelation.

gojo nods, “yes.”

though at the same time nanami tells you, “no,” he even looks up at you from what he’s doing to assure you that. “you brought just enough, angel.”

and his word is always right. your pretty face brightens again and you clap your hands quickly, “okay, good,” you giggle. “can i help you build the tent?”

gojo’s calling out, “don’t stress yourself, sweetheart!”

the sugarcoated pout that takes over your lips has nanami’s heart in a vise. “but . . i want to help. i’m not dumb, nanami—“

“—i know you aren’t but, still this is hard and i don’t want you fussing over this, beautiful. gotta save all that intellect for later on in our trip.”

you sigh a little, “fine.”

the minute you’re inside the tent with utahime, nanami’s smile is falling upon first look at gojo. “one more slick comment and your head’s going to be floating in that fucking lake.”

gojo prides himself on having quick reflexes . . and nanami does the same.

“let me go.”

“you let go first.”

gojo digs his fingernails into nanami’s forearm but his grip is only tightening. he’s hardly able to breathe, let alone talk. “. . f-fuck, alright! sorry, sorry!”

“for what?”

gojo holds his tongue and nanami pulls his arm tighter around his neck by tugging at it with his free hand. “s-shit!” gojo slurs. “damnit, nanami! your girl—“

“—wife,—“

“—alright, your fucking wife! i won’t act like a dick anymore.”

both men let each other go at the same time. gojo rubs his neck with a slight smirk on his face while nanami goes back to assembling the tent calmly. “what kind of pussy does she own?”

you hadn’t expected this.

you’re sobbing to nanami come evening of day three, “baby . . baby, look at me! i’m a mess!”

you watch him reach for the first aid kit he had placed underneath the cot to unfasten and grab a small tube of benadryl which he opens and dots a good amount on his finger. “c’mere.”

you have a feeling that he’s right . . nanami always is.

“how about you get some rest, hm?” he kisses your temple after he rubs the medication into the bite on your ankle. you don’t bother to fight.

him? he wanted you to be his wife? to love, to cherish, to hold past the end of time, to grow old with, to go on crazy, little adventures with, to have kids with? you?

with a smile, you kiss his lips.

“nothin’,” you sing softly and slide your hands slowly up the rocky plane of his abs to his pectorals. “i just . . i missed you.”

nanami’s confusion is written all over his face. he’s not much of a morning person, you know this. “. . i’m right here.”

he is. all blond haired, brown eyed, six feet of him.

“oh, i get it now,” he says. his voice is hushed.

surrounding your tent is nothing but silence, save for the slight rush of water from the waterfall a couple yards away. it’s deadly quiet.

“a-awe!”

you nod shakily.

“but you have to be quiet. do you hear me?”

but around you . . . sometimes, he’ll admit, he goes a little dumb, too.

“fuck.” it shows when he makes his hand fall down upon your ass with a loud smack that makes you yelp and he’s sure gojo and utahime must’ve heard it. “mmm.”

you’re hiccuping now, bucking a little harder which makes the cot start to creak.

“nanami . .” you’re gasping when he picks up a quicker rhythm, eyes lifting to look up into his.

“so fucking loud.”

“fuck are you whining for, huh?”

his praise makes you simultaneously melt against his body yet tighten around his fingers as a new rush of slick gushes out of you.

your mouth drops, eyebrows furrow, and cute nose scrunches up.

“there it is.”

“oh god,” you’re hiccuping and holding onto the ledge of the creaking cot. “oh my . . god, ‘nami.”

his voice is trembly and quiet when he says, “a-almost there, sweet thing. you’re almost there.”

you’re going to make a mess — you feel it in the way your pedicured toes curl and how your clit seems to pulsate harder by the second. “hhnnng,” you’re so dumb that you can’t even say it.

you make him smile. “there we fuckin’ go.”

you mewl.

you feel warm inside . . and exceptionally full.

he’s pumping you swollen, filling you up with his thick seed until he can no longer fill you anymore. “fuck,” he’s breathing hard, dropping his head and looking down at you.

but upon leaning down, kissing your lips, and intertwining his fingers between the spaces of yours, nanami knows that you’re one hundred percent true.

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bimbo yn x bakugo

oral, m&f receiving, pussy penetration - this whole thing was based off this picture i saw-

bakugo has the cutest, slightly air-headed assistant ever. you run around fendi from head to toe most days, and on others youre wearing brands he cant even point out. he likes to tease you by asking and everytime you tell him all you can.

“yn, what are you wearing?” he sneers at you and you make this face, you look a little nervous but more concerned than anything. “uh-um my jewelry is gifted, my clothes clothes” you says gesturing to your two piece “are alexander wang, purse tom ford medium leather top bag and my shoes are prada” you stutter out impressively fast. he nods impressed “very cute ms. l/n”

bakugo mocking your clumsiness every chance he can get, although he really believes your centre of gravity is off.

bakugo that lets you rest your feet on his lap whenever you need even though he pushes your feet off him at first, but without fail you’ll have your feet on his lap. he even massaged your feet (it felt other worldly) after new york fashion week. “get your gross feet off me yn.”

“please suki just 2 minutes”

bakugo that blocks you after you drunk call him singing shouting drunk in love by beyonce into the phone while in a cab on your way home. he also plays dumb when you ask him why your messages were green the next morning.

bakugo that wants to fight you because you should be at the office before him, not getting off the elevator with him. but when he communicates this to you, your approach is to stalk him as he walks around the building and eventually make it to your floor. but after a few days he suspects something when the elevator rushes down and you appear right after him plus he can always hears heels running behind him. so he catches you by taking the stairs one day leaving you confused because you don't see him at all that morning. you took the elevator up and are met with him standing right outside the elevator arms crossed steaming hot. he beat your cervix in very nicely every day for the rest of the month.

he hates yelling at you because everytime he does you look like a wilting flower.

“YN WHY DID YOU ORGANIZE PAPERS LIKE THIS? HAVEN'T I TOLD YOUR DUMBASS THIS LOOKS FUCKING IDIOTIC?” you looked utterly shocked at his outburst, you just walked through the doors to your shared office. you hadn’t even made it to your desk yet, or shut the doors. you don't even want to glance at the secretary but you hear her let out this witchy cackle.

“SHUT THE STUPID DOOR, FIX YOUR FUCKING FACE AND FIX THESE DAMN PAPERS THE WAY I LIKE TO SEE.” you quickly shut the door and walk to his desk, your eyes bubbled over with tears. you dodge his angry eyes tuning out his rude words, you mutter sorrys in hope of calming him down which only makes him angrier, but you don't know any better. once you finally finish he yanks you down onto your knees. “you want to make me feel better?” you nod profusely “then let me fuck your cute apologizing mouth.”

you oblige without attitude or incident because you’re so happy to please and fix your wrong doings. “you’re so good for daddy taking my dick like that” he commends you, pushing your cute head down even more. he cums all over your face and in your mouth a little laughing at your dismay. “cute little thing, c’mere can't have you running around with your eyes closed.”

bakugo who takes you to galas but denies you guys having a relationship that isn’t professional. but let kirishima or denki look at you too hard. i guarantee he’ll have his hand resting on the globe of your ass for the rest of the night. he almost fights deku for buying you a drink at the after party, from then on you try to keep deku at bay but you forget what he looks like everytime without fail so bakugo always gives you a fresh attitude for weeks.

bakugo making fun of you for coming to work hungover but makes your workload easy so you aren’t whining all day. “tch what are you wearing idiot?” you whined “i dont know bakugo i think you gave me this necklace-“

“WHY DONT YOU HAVE ON EAR-“

“can you stop yelling? my head is pounding thats why.” he sighs “dumbass assistant cant even assist me, what kind of assistant are you?” you roll your eyes but he cant tell because of your huge heavily tinted sunglasses. “here take this” you walked up to him and watched as he searched for whatever he was looking for. “what is that??” you exclaim when he hands you a load of pills. “my grandmother's ashes, pain relievers you damn idiot” you roll your eyes. “im not taking youd grandmothers ashes” he scoffs “you dumb bitch- THEYRE PAIN RELIEVERS”

bakugo that flips out when he gets a note from you when you bring him his morning coffee ‘please be my boyfriend. i love you a lot and i will suck your dick everyday if im your girlfriend. we could be so cute together. i’ll be the best girlfriend you've ever had i already love everything about you. <3’ naturally he courts you, not dates, COURTS. no more sex just gentle touches and deep convos and romantic dates. he calms down a little, isnt yelling as much and you’re a little less clueless. you complement each other, hot head boyfriend airheaded girlfriend.

bakugo that has to think about if he wants to fire you or keep you around, fulfilling his fantasies. it works for awhile but bakugo gets tired of you after 5 months. but you love it, you live with him, he drives you everywhere, 5 star dinners, shopping trips on your boyfriends black card all the time, club appearances, exclusive apparel and shoes, watching movies before they come out, at least one gala a month, and then on top of that you get to watch him work and just be in his presence. chile so much fun. he feels like he sees too much, so he fires you. he does it twice, once over dinner but you forgot, then while you’re getting ready for the job you dont even have. he's just like “bitch, i fired you last night. what are you doing?”

that throws you into a tailspin, you worry about what you did wrong for hours until he comes home. then you break down and he’s not having it “WHY ARE YOU CRYING? WHAT HAPPENED?” hes scooping you up, holding you and consoling you the best way he can. it works flawlessly you soon understand what happened and calm down, but to seal the deal bakugo eats your little pussy for a few hours.

bakugo that cusses you out for shopping for longer than 3 hours but you make it up to him by giving him some head.

bakugo that laughs whenever interviewers bring up the videos and pictures of him beating your pussy up.

bakugo that takes you to meet his parents and mitsuki thinks you’re kind of annoying but you're funny and fashionable so you got her stamp of approval. masaru just finds you charming, and you can dress.

also while editing i forgot to say, bakugo is obsessed with how you smell. it matches your persona and everything you represent idk. you’re just godsent to him.

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a/n: I'm back! With more bimbo content. I know yall love these.

see the bimbo masterlist for more haikyuu guys with bimbos, or the taglist form to be added to the general or bimbo taglist!

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

warnings: bimbo reader. oral (reader receiving), mentions of bimbo reader being a lil too easy to fuck <3

Iwaizumi heard a lot about you.

The pretty little thing, the one with a clueless gaze in her eyes, walking around the campus with your skimpy skirts and tight blouses, shining a dumb smile.

He heard a lot about you- how good you are is a common talk around the campus, boys can't hold their laughter when you pass by them, elbowing each other, to give courage to go up to you, you're so dumb, anyway, you won't give them a hard time. He's heard so many stories about you, how tight you are when you get slapped across your face, how pretty you look when you're choking on some cock, how easy it is to have you on your knees or your face pushed into a mattress.

But he wonders why he never heard anyone talk about how ruined you look when you're sitting on someone's face.

"Iwaizumi-san, please!" You beg, your dainty fingers curling in his locks of brown hair, you feel him smile against your pussy. "Please 's too much, too much!"

But you just keep pushing yourself even more on his face, almost giving him no room to breathe, though he doesn't mind, breathing is the last thing he has in mind. "Iwaizumi-san!" You call out for him again, your thighs shake around his head, you're pulling hard on his hair.

He's making you feel so good- so good, you think you might pass out. The overwhelming feeling has you feeling dizzy but you can't stop humping his pretty face, needing more of his tongue, a feeling so foreign but so good, you can't believe you never felt it before.

"I'm gonna- please, please I'm gonna-"

You can't even hold it back as you're cumming for yet another time right on his face, your whole body shaking on top of him so much he thinks you might topple over like a mindless little doll.

"Fuck, baby," he laughs as he pulls away from under you, your gaze flutters when you see his tongue darting out to collect more of your cum on his face, "you taste so damn good."

"Nnh-" You whimper shakily, "d-don't say that."

Your hair damp with sweat, face shining with tears and drool, Iwaizumi thinks he might just go right back between your thighs. "It's true, pretty girl," he laughs at the embarrassed pout you give him, "you feel so good sitting on my face."

"Felt- felt good." You manage to whisper, you look ungodly between his sheets, sheets now ruined with your cum, you look even dumber than you were before, and all that just by his tongue.

Iwaizumi can't believe he's the first one to eat you out.

You were so eager to give him anything he wanted, was on your knees waiting for the man, waiting to be manhandled as you always are whenever anyone has their hands on your tits, it was so cute to see you confused when he had instead pushed you on the bed, nudging your legs apart to plant a kiss on your pretty panties.

"What- what are you doing, Iwaizumi-san?"

And it was so damn adorable to find a wet patch forming on them, too, when he gave you a lopsided smirk in answer; green eyes glinting with amusement, a brow quirking up in question. "Gotta get you ready first, doll."

"Get me ready?" You looked so lost, you really were as pretty as they said you were, after all.l, whimpering even only when he peeled your panties off, his hot breath against your pussy, "b-but... not with your fingers?"

"I can do that," he had shrugged, "but why should I pass on tasting a pretty pussy?"

The way you had whimpered so needily at that, your head falling back on the bed, squirming under his hold- fuck. "Have you never been eaten out?"

For the first time since ehe had approached you that night, Iwaizumi looked surprised. "Did no one ever taste you, doll?"

"N-ah- no."

"Fuck."

Maybe you shouldn't have given that answer, you think, because the moment you had done, Iwaizumi had made it his mission to make you cum as many times as you could on just his tongue.

"Come on, baby," he says, pulling you back upright, giving you support from your back as your body can't move by yourself anymore, "give me one more."

You had lost count on the amount of times you had came on him, and even when you couldn't sit upright anymore, his hands digging in your hips held you there. "Can't have enough of you, pretty girl," he spoke from beneath you, feels your pussy flutter against his lips, "can't wait to fuck into this pussy."

"F-ah, Iwaizumi-san! It feels-" you couldn't even breathe from all the pleasure you were feeling, making you feel dizzy, every thought ripped out of your pretty little mind other than the man you were sitting on his face on. "Feels good!"

Maybe it's a little cruel, as you're reduced to a ragdoll at this point, but you look irresistible with your skirt hiked up around your waist, blouse ripped open for his gaze, still shaking from all the times he made you cum.

"I can't!" You cry, your body falling limp, head lolling on his chest and resting there. You hot breaths fan against his bare skin, his cock jumping in his pants. "I never came this many times before."

"You haven't?" He laughs, the sound making you squirm against his body, "did no one ever make you cum so much?"

"No," you whimper, "they make me make them cum, instead."

He guessed as much, college boys can be too selfish most of the time, but it's still a surprise to hear it coming from your lips. And Iwaizumi will never understand why anyone would want to miss out on how fucking amazing you look right now, limp and snuggled against his body, holding onto him as you'll fall back on the bed if you don't.

"Wanna make you feel good, Iwaizumi-san," you speak between your breaths. "I'm good at it."

Your hand starts to move on his thigh, slowly making its way to his leaking hard cock tenting under his pants. "I'm sure you are, doll," he tells you, "one more, baby, give me one more and I'll fuck you, okay?"

You can't say no to that, he knows, he's been aware of your eyes always falling down lower on his pants whenever you have the chance, he can see the way you lick your lips excitedly.

And you're a good girl, a good girl that does anything to make him happy, aren't you?

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synopsis: toji being a sweet bf & helping u get toasty n warm (＾ｰ^)ノ

toji x gn reader - reader gets cold easily - fluff - wc. 500

it’s 2am and i’m so tired but this is def super self indulgent my hands are so cold rn </3

You get out of the shower, cold air hitting you like a blast - a harsh contrast from the hot, steamy shower. You’re shivering, drying yourself off as quickly as possible before rushing to the closet to get dressed.

You tug one of Toji’s big hoodies over your head, trying to get all bundled up against the chill of the winter night. You tend to run cold, so even small temperature drops can have your hands freezing up and body shaking. You move from the closet back into the bathroom, picking up the hairdryer to run its heat over your hands when you hear the TV playing in the living room.

Toji’s practically a space heater in his own right - he wouldn’t mind helping you warm up a bit, would he?

You pad into the living room, curling up on the couch next to Toji, barely registering the “Planet Earth” docu-series he’s already watched multiple times through. Toji’s arm wraps around your side, hand absentmindedly resting on your thigh as the TV prattles about the migration patterns of Wildebeest.

“Jesus, baby. You’re like ice,” he murmurs, peering down at you with worried eyes. “Is the hot water not working?” Toji’s hand runs up and down your thigh, warmth spreading through your skin.

You shake your head, mumbling, “Just cold…”

Toji’s frowning as he pulls you onto his lap, big, warm hands covering your cool ones. Your cold, socked feet are pressed against his thigh, body folded up in a fetal position against Toji’s chest. You’ve got a cold cheek pressed into his chest, an unfair amount of heat radiating from his body. Your chilled hands are quickly warmed up, the feeling of numb clumsiness leaving your fingers. Toji’s hands bring your own up to his lips for a quick kiss, scarred lip brushing over smooth knuckles. He gently tucks your warm hands into your chest, his own hands moving to rub up and down the rest of your body. He’s looking down at you ever-so-often, attentive eyes checking to make sure you’re feeling better.

Toji feels your body start to go limp after a while, and when he looks down at you, he sees your eyes fluttering shut. He keeps you in his arms, curled up against his large chest, until your breathing evens out and the credits on the “Planet Earth” episode begin rolling. He shuts off the TV, carrying you to bed and carefully tugging the blankets over your sleepy form.

You guys have three blankets layered on top of each other: one large plush blanket on the bottom because it’s always warm and soft on the skin, a thick comforter stuffed with Geese feathers for warmth, and then a thin plush blanket on top for extra heat and aesthetics. Toji overheats sometimes, but the thought of his baby getting all cold at night - shivering from too few blankets - makes him frown. He can’t stand the thought of you being uncomfortable, so he’s more than happy to accommodate a few extra blankets on the bed. He just loves you so much <3333

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stvrrynight · 2 years

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ღ JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTER LIST

WARNING: DARK CONTENT.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

Fiction

New World, New Beginning TW : dub-con, non-con(flashback), angst, unrequited love (past), kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, misogyny, pregnancy sex, lactation kink, forced breeding(flashback), housewife kink, degradation, forced oral sex(flashback), non-consensual spanking

Personal Milk Machine Toji Fushiguro x cow girl! reader TW: dub-con, toji often scolds you for being dumb, reader is innocent and dumb, cow hybrid, dumbification, lactation kink, degradation, public humiliation, master/pet relationship, pet play, fell in love, bondage, rough sex, creampie, mating press, non-consensual spanking, (slight) non-consensual milking, jealousy, possessive behavior, mentioned selling you to the farm, mentioned the possibility of non-con (consequences of selling to the farm)

➥ If the cow girl is pregnant TW: cow hybrid, pregnant

Thirst

thanks raku @trashybandit you are an angel, i couldn't have done these writing without you

toji knocking up megumi's cute preschool teacher

TW: dub-con, alcohol, baby trap, housewife kink, breeding, implied manipulation

toji interferes with your studies and plans to turn you into a little housewife ➥ more related content (raku and my thoughts <3)

TW: dub-con, housewife kink, oral sex, breeding, spanking, description of porn magazines

bull hybrid toji

TW: dubcon, manipulation, breeding, toji fuck you stupid, bull hybrid

be gojo or tojis wife and get railed by him every day

TW: nsfw, housewife kink, possessive behavior, mentioned public sex

being Toji's wife and he enforced the rule that you should be a nudist around the house with only heels allowed

TW: abusive behavior, toxic relationship, housewife kink, heels kink, dubious consent spanking

dragon hybrid Toji and run away princess reader

TW: dub-con, breeding, dragon hybrid, double penetration

dragon Toji and pregnant little human wife

TW: dragon! toji, dub-con, oral sex, breeding, pregnancy, mentioned breastfeeding, and spawning

Imagine

Toji locked you two up to protect you and megumi from being taken away by the Zenin family

TW: kidnapping, yandere, and platonic yandere (for baby megumi)

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

Thirst

gojo gives you a massage

TW: yandere, dub-con

be gojo or tojis wife and get railed by him every day

TW: nsfw, housewife kink, possessive behavior, mentioned public sex

Imagine

gojo pretends nothing happened and plays with you after kidnapping you ➥ What Happened After: whole sorcery world knows that gojo has kidnapped you

TW: yandere, kidnapping, forced marriage

jealous yandere gojo

TW: yandere, montioned kidnapping

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

Thirst

be Geto’s stupid wife while he humiliated you infront of his followers

TW: non-con, public humiliation, misuse of cursed spirits, yandere, mention forced marriage, a little housewife kink

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

Thirst

Nanami and his delinquent wife

TW: non-con, manipulation, breeding, housewife kink, yandere

Nanami is jealous that the teacher loves you

TW: breeding, jealousy, yandere! nanami

nanami pisses you off by working over time so you make him a retaliation bento (and he comes home to punish you)

TW: spanking, oral sex

Imagine

you make Japanese bentos for nanami and the babies

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

Thirst

Megumi humiliates the reader who mocked him

TW: non-con, public humiliation, mean! megumi

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hiii can i humbly ask for a waka smut where he accidentally made his partner squirt for the first time? tyia ☺️

hiii! sorry for the delay i was uninspired until recently so i hope to write more often now that i am back! here's to you hope you like it. <3

nsfw under the cut!

It was something that sat in the back of his head for quite a while now, and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you had denied him of such thoughts? Wakasa Imaushi was a very busy man, only ever seen in the shared apartment early in the mornings or late at night. When he wasn't home, he was typically seen managing the bike shop with Sano or running chaos in the streets with his second family. You too were busy with your studies and the part-time job you worked to contribute. The moments you two shared were short and scarce, still meaningful nonetheless. The mornings were his favorite, the sun peeking through the blinds, comforter soft and warm, legs intertwined with yours, soft breaths leaving your lips still in deep sleep. He appreciated you the most in the morning when neither of you was preoccupied or in a rush to do something. He takes the time to run a tender hand up the side of your body, slowly moving from your thigh to your hip under the sheets. His other hand reaches for his head, resting himself up to fully look at you now that the sleep has left his body. He is shameless, pulling you closer and squeezing the soft flesh that rests just above the beginning of your thigh. It's enough movement to draw a soft groan from you but not enough to stir you from your sleep. He smirks to himself, suddenly recalling how sensitive you were in the morning, head filled with malicious thoughts of what he wants to do with you. He comes to the conclusion that he's ready to draw you from your sleep, slipping deeper under the comforter and shifting you further onto your back. He begins his slow descent, pushing your shirt up just halfway up your torso, planting soft kisses on the skin of your body. It is the feeling of his lips and the strands of hair that touch the skin that tickles you lightly from your sleep. One hand is run over your face as a groan leaves your mouth, the other goes to lift the comforter met with a head of light blonde between your thighs. It is when his eyes meet yours that a sharp intake of breath leaves you, a laugh following in surprise. He looks up fully at you now that he has gathered your attention, one hand pushing your thigh up at an angle, nipping the skin with his teeth. "Good morning princess, I was wondering when my efforts would be acknowledged." The look he gives you is playful but full of love, finding it really hard to be mad at him for taking away from such a blissful sleep. "Whatcha doing down there you snake?" Your hand still holds up the comforter while the other runs through his hair, fingers playing with the ends before they fall back to frame his face.

"Making myself some breakfast." He smiles at you, leaving a soft kiss on your skin again before sinking his teeth into your flesh harder this time. He was known for being a silent killer in the streets, but you loved his witty banter whether shared with you or his closest friends.

"You're insatiable I swear." He groans and grinds his hips into the mattress below him. "Mmm keep using those big vocabulary words, I'm so close." You push his hair out of his eyes and smile down at him. "I was sleeping you fucking somnophiliac." He groans and drops right onto you, taking any trace of sleep you had left in wake of his lips making direct contact with your center through the thin lace you wore, breath sending chills up your body.

The groan you let out in response is illicit and loud, head falling back into the pillows, head hitting the headboard, which causes him to chuckle into your core. He pulls at the fabric between your thighs and forces both legs to sit upon the sides of his face. You drag a pillow from his side to prop your head up higher, interested in the view below you, and toss the comforter lower to rest on his waist, exposing the expanse of the skin of his shoulders and back. "You know, I've been meaning to test something out." This only raises your suspicions as he leaves a feather-light kiss right where you want it most. "Mercy Waka, mercy. I just woke up." You tug at his hair in an attempt to pause his pursuit, which is met with resistance, as he sinks lower with no caution. It's wet, messy, and slow but erotic and deliberate as he consumes you whole as promised. He's eating you out slowly, alternating from kisses too long strokes. The sounds he makes are messy and absolutely pornographic, possibly enjoying your undoing more than you. And then he spits. Drawing back completely to spread you open with his fingers to spit right onto you, watching you clench on nothing, rolling your eyes back into your head. "Holy shit." At the revelation, he's on you again, this time doing you a favor and filling up your hole with his two fingers, focusing on your spot with his lips as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He knows you well, pulling all the cards he has against you to meet his end goal. It's strange, good but strange and unlike anything you've ever felt with him, his experience speaking volumes. Your toes are on fire, the flames running their course through your entire body held down by the weight of him on top of you despite wanting to squirm under his hold.

"Don't fight it. Lemme see pretty girl. Wanna watch you fall apart."

He speaks with a slur like he's under some sort of intoxication and it drives you up a wall. He's spreading your father apart onto his fingers, scissoring you open underneath him with his fingers, absorbing every moan and sigh he's drawing from you into his memory. He leaves one more kiss on your clit before his thumb replaces the warmth, tongue dipping into you now. Your creaming on the tip of his tongue, nails biting the skin of his shoulders, a high-pitched squeal tearing out the back of your throat as you reach your climax. He's sucking it up, swallowing every drop you give him, swapping your orgasm for his spit. He's relentless, not pulling away despite having already made you climax.

You're attempting to yank him off you which is met with a smack, echoing through the room as his hand makes contact directly with your oversensitive clit. You whine in response and he shoves your body higher into the pillows, not showing any signs of stopping. Except his previous slow pace is met with relentless touches, a faster pace causing any coherent argument to flee your mouth, words exchanged for moans and cries.

His fingers are back in your cute little hole, thrusting into you brutally with intent this time while his warm tongue is back onto you. Your puffy and sensitive, hot tears rolling down your face now which he watches with an evil glint in his eyes, maintaining eye contact with you. His other hand is holding onto your side, arm wrapped tightly around your leg in an attempt to keep his aim focused and precise despite your body resisting his actions.

You're gasping now, attempting to take deep breaths in, filling your lungs to their capacity before being swept away by him again. Hardly breathing, your hips are grinding into his face as he greedily takes everything you give him.

The nails on his fingers scrape against your walls but it doesn't hurt as your fingers pull the sheets closer to you. The only cohesive thought running through your head is his name, over and over as some sort of chant. Every action of his is intentional, drawing every noise and action out of you as he can. Its brutal, tongue focusing on your bud hard and fast as his fingers glide in and out, the wet sounds echoing in the room.

Thighs trembling, your eyes flew open, propping yourself up onto your elbows, almost screaming. "Waka, Waka, fuck stop, stop I'm, I'm losing it, fuck babe stop..." But your cries went unheard, him grinning from his position reflecting in his eyes as he stared you down into submission.

It was something you had never felt before, completely out of your control as you gasped, his name leaving your lips in a scream. You had no idea it could be done but there you were, literally squirting all over his fingers and face. He quickly removed his fingers from you, placing his lips instantly onto your leaking hole in an attempt to catch anything he could taste. The sight alone brought you towards your second climax, yet again creaming into his mouth for him to devour.

White noise flooded your ears, falling into the pillows, you were too far gone to make any noise, focusing on breathing. It felt like drowning or setting your whole body on fire, too overwhelming to comprehend or fight against.

He holds onto your thighs with both hands, arms wrapped tight to keep you close to him, shaking his hair out and laughing. His face was flushed and his hips stilled against the mattress, coming down from his own high as well.

He's grinning and shaking his head in disbelief, and the evil fucker that he is releasing a sigh like you would after taking down gulps of water from a bottle. "I've only ever seen that on porn sites, I can't believe this whole time you could do that and have never shown me." At this comment, you sit up and slap his shoulder in disgust, causing him to hiss when your hand makes an impact where your nails left lines.

"You're fucking horrible, I CAN NOT believe you got off at my expense. Never again you devil." He's smiling at you as he moves to your level on the bed, pressing his lips onto yours, suffocating any will to argue as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. He pulls back and swipes some hair from your eyes.

"Oh you're doing it again, but on my cock this time."

~~~~ let me know what you think <3 ~~~~

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Dabi x short reader

A/N- sorry I’ve been dead for a long time

Warnings- mild cussing? Not much? Idk bickering

Words- again idk but not a lot

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You hate it and love it at the same time.

meanwhile he just loves it.

He uses you as a arm rest and your jumping up trying to bite him like a piranha.

Y’all obviously have nicknames for each other

He calls you “shortie” “shawtie” “short stack” “little bitch”

One time you were so pissed You called him “daddy long legs” after the spider who has long legs but it didn’t get the reaction you wanted.

“Oh I like the sound of that~”

“Go trip on a fucking toaster”

Y’all bicker

A lot

The LOV is so confused on how you guys are even together

I mean they understood to whole aesthetic you guys are going for but how are you not mortal enemies?

“Look at you! You can even reach the cabinets”

“Oh yea??! At least I’m not built like a fucking horse!”

Ouch. That one really hurt

“A horse? Damn.”

Being short has made you one of many things. And that thing is quick at insults.

His hoodie and clothes are damn near dresses for you

And you love it.

“Oh look at this new hoodie i bought” stole

“That WE. Bought” stole

Fucking communist style. Everything that’s his is yours

But when it comes to you it’s the opposite

He touches your stuff and your ready to kill

Cuddles are literally godly

He wraps around you like a sheald and your all cuddled up and cozy

Your short so your closer to the ground witch means you get cold easier

Lucky for you

Your boyfriend is a walking oven

He’s also not so surprisingly protective

If anything happens he’ll straight up stand in front of you to protect you

He’s lost everything so there’s no way he’s going to lose his ankle biter.

Ik he’s an asshole sometimes but he really thinks your cute.

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giving bff!sakusa kiyoomi a blowjob — mdni

prompt: “being sakusas virgin best friend and wanting to blow him after years of pinning, and he surprisingly lets you do it because he’s been in love with you the entire time ?”

requested by: anon — come get yalls juice

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sakusa kiyoomi was a man of many talents, and as his best friend, you knew of all of them. being so close to him, it was only natural to bug him for all those tiny, irrelevant details, and he didn’t expect anything less.

so, when you heard a rumor that he was impossible to take due to his beyond average size, who were you to not change that?

you’d figure he’d have a hint of embarrassment, or even shock when you asked him to see it yourself, but he just stared at you in disgust. years of friendship potentially thrown down the drain from your bluntness, but is he really one to judge?

“we’ll i suppose i’d have to get hard first.”

sakusa kiyoomi was also a man who was easily put in discomfort, and that look of disgust was nothing you should have assumed it to be. because as you were wondering what exactly his upward eyebrows meant, he couldn’t stop picturing what was to come after you got what you wanted, or perhaps, who.

and even though he wouldn’t admit it, his original look was primarily a default reaction. something he used as a mere cover up to hide his true emotions, because he’d be an idiot to let this opportunity go to waste.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t stay awake every night picturing you taking on his length as he taught you where to lick and suck. the right places that if you focused just a lil’ too much on, he’d cum immediately. that’s if he can manage to contain himself, because who was he to not let loose immediately when your doe-eyes stared back up at him, cherry covered lips covered in your own saliva and his precum mixed.

being that you were always the type who had to know everything, who was he to deprive that from you?

so no, he wasn’t going to stop his best friend when you caressed his bulge with the intent on ‘seeing his size’. he wouldn’t mind at all proving those rumors right, and when he was done with you, they’d be anything but.

sitting on his bed, he let you lower his clothing to his ankles, those lips he couldn’t keep his eyes off of just inches away from his now exposed cock.

the thing that came hand in hand with knowing everything in sakusas sex life, was he also knew yours; or, lack thereof. he knew a man had never even laid hands upon your pussy, or that your lips hadn’t tasted anything other than another set.

it was his dream to take you on, be your first. the experienced and hopelessly in love, sakusa kiyoomi, corrupting his innocent, sweet best friend.

though there was nothing innocent about that gaze. the way you watched him as if he was your prey in the wild. the way you licked your lips so seductively, capturing him in a timeless trance as your hand slowly worked on making his hard it’s full potential.

yes, innocence meant nothing at this point, because nothing had felt this amazing. if anything, you were corrupting him. because you’ve barely even touched him, and within a few minutes he was the hardest he’s ever been in his entire life.

“s’this good?”

his tip bulged a darker color as if he could release any second onto your face as it inched closer. you just looked so good below him, and he hadn’t even said a single command, but you were already being so good and obedient. to make sure he’s feeling good, which only made his thoughts run faster at the idea of simply ordering you around.

although under your eyes, who’s to say he’d be the one calling shots? it was as if you were fighting for your own sort of dominance, without even knowing what you were getting yourself into.

licking his head, he felt his hips already buckle to feel you more. the vibrations of your laugh making him want to shut you up completely and feel himself down your throat, but he held his wavering patience. this was something he’d wanted for so long, and who was he to rush the process and ruin the moment completely?

“kiyoomi,” purring his name against his skin, you took him on deeper without looking away. his eyes watched you carefully, admiring each drip of saliva that poured from your mouth and onto him, “am i doing okay?”

he gasped as the sudden suction as you went down even further, suppressing any gags from the inexperience. his fingers carded through your hair with a strong pull, guiding you with a pace of his liking.

he breathed out his response as if he couldn’t say more, “phenomenal.”

sakusa kiyoomi wanted to present himself as a patient person, but he was much the opposite. sure he didn’t quicken the process of his wet dream come true, but you were only consuming part of him, and he wouldn’t have any of that.

his hand took a more secure grip as the other guided your chin, suddenly forcing you to take him whole. tears brimmed immediately in your eyes at the sudden force, turning him on even more with the whine of your voice.

“why are you crying, pretty?” one of his hands wiped your wet cheeks, “didn’t you want to prove them wrong?”

you gagged as he fucked your face harder, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. your lips were slick and swollen as he got needier with each hit, a small sadistic smile worn on his face.

sakusa kiyoomi had waited for this moment. the moment for you to finally tend to his needs after lacking the privilege to experience what he has, and to provoke any snap within you as he goes a little too into detail about his last fuck. the cravings in your eyes said it all, but he refused to be the one to submit first.

because as his best friend, the innocent virgin, he needed you to want him more. to be open to the poison he so desperately wanted to lay inside you, and perhaps it was a bit manipulative, but that’s what you liked, wasn’t it?

his head fell back in defeat for a split second as his load was upcoming, the pleasure too extreme with the combination of your captivating face. but looking away was all too much as he focused in back on you seconds later, pulling out quickly to plant his seed on your face with an ungodly groan.

though, he didn’t quite expect you to stick your tongue out like that, or those loving eyes to be watching him so beautifully as you picked at his cum with your fingers to make sure to swallow it all.

it felt as if he could do it all again, and that’s just the affect you had on sakusa kiyoomi.

as he watched you suck on your own digits covered in him, he knew there was nothing more addicting than the sight before him. the way you took him on perfectly and was still so eager to make sure all of him was to be inside of you, even after it was over.

even though your mouth milked him empty, looking at you felt as if he was granted more, and within seconds he found his lips on yours while lifting you to the bed with him.

“f…fuck, kiyoomi.”

the dominance of his tongue battled yours as he tasted himself through you, and he was relishing that his first taste of your lips was after he has made you his, and now he couldn’t wait to compare your flavor long after his scent has gone.

“baby, when they said they couldn’t take me on whole,” his voice was deep within your ear as he nibbled, licking your neck like he was a starving man about to feast, “they didn’t mean just sucking me off.”

sakusa kiyoomi was a man of many talents, and as his best friend, you thought you knew of all of them. and maybe the information you learned earlier was still fresh in your mind, but you’re as impatient as he is, and you’d be damned if you let another minute go by where those rumors you heard were true.

a/n: i uhhh wrote this in like 30 mins as a treat because i forgot it was sitting in my drafts waiting to be written. y’all eat up now…. enjoy. 🍽

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Fighter bakugou giving his s/o a punishment: not feeding her for a week because he thinks she did something bad. Eventually he finds out she was innocent (so the punishment was not needed) he wants to pamper his darling and buying her favorite foods and sweets but finds her dangerously underweight and refusing any food

Now thissss hehe this is good

Tw:noncon implication, abuse, depression, starvation

You had begged on your knees for mercy, practically slobbered over his feet as you prostrated below him, pleading for him to believe you. It didn’t matter, you still went through half a day of being fucked halfway suspended in midair and then whipped with a crop.

You wanted to die. Truly, and utterly die. You had never felt that much pain before. You thought you knew that the sting of a fighter’s hand felt like fire, but the thin riding crop was its own version of hell.

And then, three days later, he runs to you, panic written all over his face as he frantically lowers you from the suspension. He must have found out that you truly didn’t misplace his gloves, he just forgot to take them out of his bag in favor of cornering you and pressing his day-long erection into your ass.

“I’m sorry.”

“I messed up.”

“Are you wrists okay?”

“Please eat, just fucking eat, you don’t want to be punished again do you?”

Your purple wrists are slathered with ointment, your torn ass has bandages that wrap around your upper thighs. Every damn day he runs around town to your old favorite cuisines and buys platter after platter for you, but you just can’t eat.

His hands which throttled your neck and strung you up in chains were oh so gentle now, as they cupped your chin and poked food through your unwavering mouth.

Bakugo can barely stomach to lift you up, lest he feels your ribs poking through your stick thin body and leer at him. He just grits his teeth and swallows the impending bile in his throat when you murmur weakly to him, asking what’s wrong.

“You need to…take a bath. Get up, I know you can stand. Stop pretending.”

And it takes all the will of a fighter inside him not to burst into tears when your cracked throat croaks something out, and you offer your skeletal arms to him.

He can’t even hit you anymore, he’s sure that one smack and your bones would combust all together.

In his eyes he sees the end and tries to fight it, and in yours you see the end and try to embrace it as quickly as you can.

You don’t have the strength of a fighter in you, unlike him.

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stvrrynight · 2 years

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fun facts about sharks

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬

SFW - all fluff but there is a daddy kink!

🌸Word count: 1.4K words

🌸AU: Toji is tired but you're not, so he tries to help you go to sleep.

🌸A/N: This idea just came to me after 'Sleepy Girlfriend Problems' because the idea of Toji dealing with the opposite of a sleepy gf is so cute????

You tilt your head up to see Toji dozing off, his head resting on the back of the couch, his scarred lips slightly ajar. Trying not to wake him, you move your head to return to rest on his chest. However, being so alert as an assassin, even in his sleep, you feel Toji taking a deep breath, his arm around you moving to place his huge palm on your side. You glance up again and see him lifting his head off the couch as he blinks sleepily at you.

“Hey…” His voice is low and gravelly. “S’getting late, kid.”

You check the time and see that it is almost midnight. Usually Toji sleeps around 11, and you stay up a little later. But he indulged you tonight in a movie because the both of you didn’t have to be up early tomorrow. He’s already stayed up way past his bedtime, so you understand why he is so sleepy.

You nod your head and turn back to him. “You can go to sleep first if you’re sleepy,” you tell him softly.

Toji takes another deep breath and groans as he cracks his neck. You move away from his body. You watch him yawn and stretch, then he moves forward to grab the remote to turn off the TV. You stare at him in confusion.

“Let’s go to bed,” he mutters, slowly standing to his full height. “Daddy’s tired.”

“But I’m not.”

Now that he is standing over you in all his tall, hefty glory, he looks more intimidating than the big, cuddly bear he once was just a few minutes ago. He ticks an eyebrow up at you.

“I am.”

“I’m not.”

Toji rolls his eyes, tired to put up a fight. He sighs and holds his hand out to you. “I want to hug you to sleep, baby. Come on. Go to bed with me.”

Happy to hear him getting vocal about his wants, you send him a cute beam and jump up to take his hand. You follow behind him as he switches off the lights before heading to your shared bedroom. The room is lit with the soft glow from your candle warmer, at the same time making the room smell like apples. (You used to have a cotton candy scented candle which you loved, but Toji always complained of a headache every time it was being burnt so you had to get rid of it to switch it out for something less “sickeningly sweet.”)

Toji lifts the blanket and you duck under his arm to climb into bed. You scoot over to your side while he climbs in after you. He lowers the intensity of the candle warmer to the dimmest setting and finally settles his head on the pillow. You immediately snuggle up to him. He lifts his arm, lets you burrow your head in his armpit, and curl up by his side with your hand on his warm torso.

“Night, Princess,” Toji mumbles before pressing a kiss to your head.

“Night night, Daddy.”

Toji pretty much falls asleep instantly. You try to get some sleep as well. But your mind is active and though your body is exhausted, you’re just not sleepy. So you turn to the other side to get your phone, on which you start watching some YouTube videos.

You’re down the rabbit hole of YouTube where you’re suddenly watching a video on what may lay in the unexplored regions of the ocean when Toji moves in his sleep. You jump in shock, your heart thumping fast and hard in your chest at the sudden movement. You quickly pause the video when you hear Toji humming. He turns to his side so that he is spooning you now.

“Baby not sleeping?” he mumbles groggily in your ear as he circles his arm around your waist.

“Can’t sleep,” you answer softly.

He hums again and you just know that he has fallen asleep again and will not remember this when he wakes up. So you continue playing your video and by the time you are sleepy enough, it is already close to one in the morning.

You lock your phone and put it aside so that you can finally get some rest. But after 20 minutes of restlessness, you realise that you’re just not going to sleep so soon. Trying to clear your mind isn’t helping. Counting sheeps isn’t helping either. You’re still wide awake, but mentally and physically tired.

Frustrated, you let out a quiet whine and curl up in a ball, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. You don’t even hear Toji rustling behind you. Which is how you choke on a gasp when you feel a heavy hand rubbing your arm. You take your hands away from your face and look up to see Toji hovering over you from behind, his face so close to you.

“Everything okay, baby?”

You immediately uncurl your body to lie on your back so that you’re staring up at him. “I can’t sleep, Toji,” you lament.

Toji grunts. “C’mere,” he mumbles as he lays back down, at the same time scooping you up easily to lay you on top of him.

Your boyfriend reaches down to bend your knees so that you’re in a frog-like position, straddling him by the hips. He curls his calloused hand on the back of your head and positions it so that you’re resting your cheek on his chest, your head tucked under his chin. With his other hand, Toji rests it on your ass and starts patting you to help you go to sleep.

He has never once done this before, and you have never asked for it, or even wished for it. But being in this position now, feeling so close and so comforted by Toji, you just know that you will not be sleeping any other way now.

“Toji?”

He is quiet for a bit, which makes you think that he might be sleeping. But then he hums to let you know that he is listening.

“Do you think ants think they look different?” There is a very long silence that you think he might be dozing off, so you quickly continue. “I mean, do you think they look at each other and go ‘you look just like me’? Or do they have features that differentiate them? Like a mole on their eyebrow on something.”

Toji still doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then, he finally huffs and grunts, “Go to sleep, kid.”

He starts patting you a little bit harder to help you fall asleep. But you’re so curious. “And do you think ants would find out if another ant from another colony infiltrating their colony?” You lift your head off his chest to look at him. “Like a spy ant! Since, you know, they all look the same.”

Toji sighs and gives you a hard pat on your butt that you’re sure is meant to be a slap. He rests his palm on your bottom. “Where are these questions coming from?” he wonders in his tired, scratchy voice.

“From me!” you chirp, bobbing a little in excitement.

Your boyfriend grunts and lets out a long groan. “Stop talking and just go to sleep.”

“I wish I could,” you sigh.

“You can. Just shut up and close your eyes.”

You make a face at his choice of words. Realising he can’t see you and won't say anything else, you huff and lay your head back on his chest. Toji’s hand starts moving again so that he's back to patting you to sleep. He is probably half asleep while doing this for you. Yet you are still as restless, twitching and moving every few seconds.

But you freeze when you feel a rumble from Toji’s chest. You hear a low, almost unrefined humming. You stop breathing to focus on what he is doing, only to realise that your boyfriend is humming a lullaby in a way that is so flat that you don’t actually have any clue what song it is. But you’re still grateful as you move to snuggle into his chest.

You know that Toji is unfamiliar with humming lullabies, just from the way he does it. And he is never an openly affectionate man. But then he goes and does little things like these, just for you. He always acts like he doesn’t care but he is always so observant, and he makes the effort to do things for you even if his words might not correspond with his actions.

So with Toji patting your bum while humming a lullaby, you fall asleep in the next minute. Your overworked brain finally shuts off and you finally get your rest.

Toji has succeeded in getting his girlfriend to sleep.

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Toji Fushiguro x cow girl! reader

Content Warning: dub-con, toji often scolds you for being dumb, reader is innocent and dumb, cow hybrid, dumbification, lactation kink, degradation, public humiliation, master/pet relationship, pet play, fell in love, bondage, rough sex, creampie, mating press, non-consensual spanking, (slight) non-consensual milking, jealousy, possessive behavior, mentioned selling you to the farm, mentioned the possibility of non-con (consequences of selling to the farm)

Note: finished! I've been writing for at least a month? at first toji and cow girl were just some stupid and horny thoughts of mine. i didn't expect it to end up being fic. thank you very much to the friends who voted for this fic <3

Summary: after saving you from the farmer, Toji decides to keep you as his personal milk machine.

Minors DNI

All animals that do not belong to humans may become stray animals, not only cats and dogs. During midday news on a TV station, he heard about stray cows. The news anchor reported that some volunteers had brought the cows back to the conservation organization for adoption. They winked innocently and were bottle-fed by volunteers in their arms. But Sorcerer Killer had no interest in helping stray animals, and the stray cow sounded stupid, so he turned off the TV. At that time, Toji was about to set off to complete a commission, and the client wanted him to kill a sorcerer who was in the way and transfer a large sum of money in advance.

The only difficulty in this mission is that the target lives in the countryside. There is no other route. Even though Toji offered a reward, they were unwilling to kill someone who lived in such a remote place. Toji could only take a few hours' train ride to that little village and then blast the target's head off in seconds. He cursed at the customer and the village, planning to buy something before going back to the city. As he passed the paddy fields, he heard some faint cries.

"Moo-moo...!"

This sound is so unusual. Toji turned his head, and sure enough, a bearded middle-aged farmer tied you with twine- your head had a pair of tiny horns and cow ears. Perhaps knowing the fate of being sold, you whimper and struggle, waving the tail off your ass, trying to attack the person who will sell you. Is it a stray cow? The farmer grumbles - oh, he's saying: since you've eaten his fruit, you should be obedient. It seems you have been deceived by humans, thinking that they didn't need anything in return.

Stupid cow girl. He thinks. Looks like you're going to be sold to the farm to be milked and maybe locked up into a pillory and fucked or something.

Speaking of milk.

"Hey." A malicious smile spread across his face. Toji turned sideways and consulted with the farmer. "That one is quite lively. What's the price?"

"Are you a visitor here? When you want to keep a pet cow, there are many things to be careful about." The farmer slapped you roughly on the ass, and then pulled your tail to prevent any kind of run away. In pain, you mooed in a low mood, staring at the bad guys negotiating prices as if there was a lake hidden in your eyes. "But I haven't taught this cow yet. If you need it, we have a lot of obedient cows on our farm..."

"I want this one," Toji pointed at you, "how much?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the farmer seemed to sincerely quote a price - a large amount, which was not the accepted market price of the cow girl in the pet store. "If you want something cheaper, I'll give you another discount."

"Good." The killer took out a black pistol from the void and loaded it. "Give her to me."

The accidental killing didn't ruin his day. After blowing the man a few nice holes, Toji gave you a cold look. You screamed at the sudden blood and gunshots, but you knew there was a good guy in front of you, and you had to repay him. So, after you feel your breathing calm down, you run to him, gently rub against him with the ear above your head, hug his trousers, and try your best to express your gratitude.

"Can't you speak human words?" Toji lowered his head and pulled your horns. You moo in pain, he scoffed. "Stop the fucking mooing. It's fucking stupid. A stupid cow girl."

Your eyes glow with confusion.

"I'm worse than him," the assassin threatened, expecting to see your fear in return. "I'm taking you home now as my personal milk machine. If you dare to escape, I'll sell you to the farm to have babies and milk you, okay?"

You only vaguely understood "home," so a smile spread across your face. You pounce on the master. "Moo!"

"What a stupid cow," he muttered, patting you.

Toji buys a return ticket for the train, but he doesn't need to buy another one for you, just a tiny surcharge for bringing a pet - a naive little thing like you, with no status in society.

He holds your hand, and you look around; technology is strange. The train attendant whispered about your cuteness, stroked your head, and gave you dessert. Usually, stray cows are found naked, but you wear a skirt that is not the correct size. He doesn't know if it was given to you by someone or you found it in the garbage, but this one just barely covers your butt. Once you stand on tiptoe, everyone can see your view. But the hostility of the attendant disappeared under the explanation, "this is a newly picked cow." While getting out of the car, one of them reminds him that he has to go and buy new clothes, food, and a bell.

However, the owner is not so kind to you. Once out of the car, Toji scolds you and warns you not to smile at strangers or accept food from them, and you nod a little aggrieved.

Toji doesn't really want to go to the pet hospital, but considering the trouble it will cause later, he still takes you there. In addition, he had heard about some underground hospitals from some customers before, and the prices were much cheaper. When you get to the hospital, you think you're going to be sold, and seriously, you're a little idiot. You whimpered and grabbed his hand, not wanting to leave him. Then in front of everyone's face, you were forcibly stripped naked. The nurse washed you clean and praised you for being a good girl. You were tame during the examination, and the process went smoothly until the doctor pulled out a needle. It was sharp and dangerous to you, and you mooed and cried. Toji puts you on his lap and spanks you before grabbing your tail to finish the injection. Unexpectedly, your health is largely normal, with just a few weeks of recuperation, some vitamins, and medication. It's a miracle considering you've been wandering and hiding all these years. Before leaving, the doctor gave him a meaningful smile and told him that he would only need seven days of care to start milking and two weeks to breed. Of course, most cow girls are spoiled by their masters.

He bought a cowbell that can track your location on the way back. It wobbles with your footsteps, jingles around your neck, reminds those around you that you already have an owner, and sends your location to his phone every minute. It should be humiliating, but you love it, super love it. You think the bell sounds nice and looks shiny, and more importantly, it means you're Toji's cow.

Toji raises you with conditions, but you don't understand. A naive calf like you is destined to be ravaged. There are so few words you can learn, though, that you remember his name after hearing it once. The most common thing that comes out of your mouth is "Toji," with matching words to express some simple sentences, such as "Hungry," "Like," and "No."

Toji keeps some cushions in the apartment as a place for you to sleep. At first, you jump onto the bed with him and squeeze into his chest, desperate to be with him. A cow doesn't sleep in a bed; you're just a milk machine. How could he possibly spoil you? Toji puts you back on the cushion and locks the door every time. Even though you whimpered and picked the lock, he wouldn't open the door. After a few days, you understand that this is the master's rule - you sleep peacefully on the soft cushion and grab the cushion for warmth.

You did add a different color to his life. Every morning, you wake up smelling the smell of food. You're usually on the ground, humming and eating a bowl of fruit and veggies, pouting your butt to reveal your cotton panties, and wiggling your cute cow's tail. You also love watching TV. You're scared by the light and sound machine and hide behind him at first, but you'll be watching episodes and animations in front of the screen now. However, cow girls in those shows are constantly bullied by strong and mean guys. Whenever these episodes are played, you always hold his arms tightly like Toji is better than them. When he's not at home, you'll also do some of the easiest jobs, help clean windows and floors, and be a housekeeping calf. You tend to be too hardworking but don't know how to solve complex problems.

In the shower, Toji checks your breasts. You didn't have any milk in your breasts because of a previous life. In the next few days, your breasts gradually became rounder and enlarged a few sizes, so you can imagine the rich stock inside. By the seventh day, your areola is swollen and painful, and you don't need any squeeze, and the white milk has come out of the tip. You whimpered and said "pain" and "milk," asking him for help, wanting to be released.

Obviously, you have become a healthy and lovely cow.

You thought Toji - your master, would help you; however, the first thing he did was tie your hands behind your back and forbid you to have any possibility of touching yourself. Toji tells you it's a necessary preparation, but you don't understand it at all, so you just moo, whine, and endure under his touch.

On the ninth day, the enormous amount of milk stored causes dull pain in your back. What you don't understand is why your lower body is sometimes wet. You check in front of the mirror and see that it's covered in sparkling liquid, and the swollen petals open slightly. Your thighs rub against each other, trying to ease the feeling, but the torment only intensifies when you miss your master.

What Toji sees is just such a lovely scene - you're sitting on the couch sobbing silently, a pair of cow ears shaking, your hands firmly tied behind your back, accentuating the shape of your boobs, and your occasional spill of milk is wetting cloth.

"What's wrong, little idiot?" Toji asked knowingly. Maybe the preparation for milking was enough, but he still wanted to bully you a little more. Your fat tears flow, sniffles, and it's a complete mess. "Pain...it hurts...Toji..."

"Then what do you want me to do? In your words." He guided.

"...I-I don't know..."

"Don't fucking pretend. Tell me what you did to yourself," Toji snapped, feeling the pain in his crotch. You shrunk timidly. "...Sorry! I-I never, Master...I don't know..."

Never been like this? So this is your first milking? You're too fucking sweet to the world and to him.

"You don't know? You're so fucking stupid. I'll teach you now."

Where else could he find such a precious treasure as you? He frees you from your bondage. Before stretching your sore joints, he rips the cloth off your chest. You let out an exclamation, still waiting for the Master's teaching. Under his rubbing, the cream flows from the tip of your chest, bringing some mild electric shocks, and the familiar heat flows back to the lower body.

"This is your milk." His thick fingers dipped in some milk, then shoved them into your stupid mouth, grabbing the soft, wriggling tongue, and the sweet taste spread in your mouth. "Delicious, huh? But only stupid girls keep swollen with milk. From now on, you have to provide milk to the master every day, you know?"

Two days of waiting pushed you to the limit, your mind seemed to melt, and you could only let out some faint moans. In the fog of consciousness, you still miss the master, but he is not satisfied with it. "Answer me." Toji patted your tit casually as a reminder. "...Um...Ah!!...Tojiiiii...!" Unexpectedly, you screamed, arching your back, shaking all over, your toes stretched out, and some milk sprayed onto his chest.

"...You orgasm? cum just by being milked? You're such a mess." Toji snorted. He originally planned to allow you to orgasm while he was fucking you. As punishment, he doesn't wait for you to take a break from your first orgasm; then, he sucks carefully and rubs the other breast roughly. Sweet. It was sweet milk that poured into the mouth, and it was pretty smooth. Toji has never tasted better milk than this, and he knows it's your undiscovered, natural milk. The realization just made him harder - the bulge of his crotch rubbed against your soaked panties.

Still, he doesn't stop there. Your unsolicited orgasm doesn't stop him from fucking you. Toji ripped open your panties. You are again startled by the master's power among the messy whimpers and moans. He pushed aside the soggy fold, found the little clit waiting to be ravaged, and circled it with his thumb.

Like being hit by a sudden spring of lightning, the pleasure spreads from the position of the clitoris. You have never experienced such a feeling. All you can do is scream his name - your master, your beloved master. It's harder for him to hear your clingy mouth repeating his name. He moves his tongue from your milk and flicks the nipple with his finger, another little squirt and screaming - but you haven't orgasmed this time.

His round and thick cock dipped a little liquid and slowly sank into your shrinking wall. A little pain stretched out from the unexplored place, but the overwhelming flood of bliss overshadowed it. This is the master's dick. The one from the master is twitching in your stomach. Is this possible? Comfortable - so comfortable. Master...Toji...you wrap your arms around Toji's neck as his heavy balls slap your ass and your aching ass buried in the sofa. The couch rattles with each rough push, forcing you to moan invitingly petting.

Toji was only going to take care of the need during the milking session, but he enjoyed it so much - the tight little pussy squeezed his cock perfectly as he rammed and ravaged your sensitive flower core. He's now wondering why he didn't fuck you earlier and force you to offer him milk and take away your innocence forever. Really, it would be a waste if you belonged to the farm. Luckily you are his own pet cow. When you're going to be fucked, when you're going to be milked, it's all up to him.

Your eyes are out of focus, and your body is shaking and shaking with the beat of being fucked, muttering his name and words that you don't understand. It seems that you have reached the limit. And his wide cock sinks down to your cervix, stretches your thighs, and keeps pounding relentlessly loud slaps.

"Take it, my stupid girl. I'm going to fill your pussy with cum."

The seeds erupt on your cervix. The warm sensations that take over your core, the realization that your master fills up with cum, makes you spasm around his cock. His balls squeeze against your inside, making sure the twitching wall absorbs every seed drop.

"Toji..." You looked at him innocently, with exhaustion and aftertaste after orgasm.

He stared at your slightly open, lovable lips... and kissed.

Life is sweet and comfortable, and with Toji protecting you, you don't have to worry about anything.

Soon after, what Toji ordered arrived. That's a machine specially designed for cowgirls. He locks you in the machine every morning, watching your tits squeezed and the sweet milk pumped out of the transparent pump. That's an evil machine, really. In the process, the device first finds the position of the nipple and then attacks, sucks, and massages your sensitive breasts. Toji takes off your panties and fucks your pussy with fingers while you sob and moo during this process. Depending on his mood, he might fuck you after this or just leave you behind, and he does something else.

Master isn't just bullying you. He actually takes good care of you. Toji makes sure you're always full and sometimes rewards you with a delicious piece of strawberry cake, and you gleefully lick the strawberry juice and cream from his hands. You haven't tried starvation since you came here. Once, Toji took you around a big and beautiful place; you bit his sleeve and wanted a toy, so he bought you a little plush cow. Today, she is your little friend, sleeping and eating with you.

Toji even takes you out. On weekends, Toji puts on collars, bells, and suspenders skirt on you, and you know it's a sign you can play. Before going out, you often jumps upon his chest in excitement to demand the petting. He touches your head and horns.

However, your play is limited to rolling, running, and swinging on the grass. Toji tells you that making friends is terrible because they will put bad ideas into your little head. He takes you away whenever you look envious at the little pets rolling around in the park.

In a peaceful life, there are occasionally some tiny waves. Looking back now, you still hate the guy called "Neighbor." On this day, you follow the master's instructions and go to the kitchen to clean. The doorbell rang as you wiped the walls. Must be the master! All thoughts light up like holiday lights. You happily run to open the door, but it's an unfamiliar face. A man with a kind look.

"…Hello, miss, are you the only one at home? Is Mr. Fushiguro there?" This is a stranger. What should you do? Toji told you what to do, but- but… you don't remember…Your head down, confused. "...means…Toji?"

"That's right. Is he at home?" He smiled and said again after a while. "Um… cow girl, you look cute."

He reached out his hand and gently stroked your cheek. You blink and stare at him, looking a little dull. You have no experience with people, so you don't know how to respond.

"What the fuck are you doing to my pet?"

Familiar and sinister voice, with devastating rage. Master! The neighbor fled after stammering an apology. Your eyes lit up, and you threw yourself into his arms as always, but Toji grabbed you by the horns roughly, like the first day he met you.

Pleading is the only thing you can do. A century had passed, but the master's slapping still didn't stop. Toji spreads your legs to maintain your shameful position of exposing your little pussy. You know decent cow girls can dress now, and they only get spanked when they make a mistake - even though you don't understand the complex concept, the humiliation does burn in your heart.

"…Ma-master…I'm sorry! Forgive me…Moo…!!…It hurts…"

The skirt and panties have been brought down to your knees to ensure there are no coverings to mitigate the penalty. Stern slaps are waving, and a blistering and painful sensation is burning your cheeks. "Fucking little slut." He stopped, fingering your pussy. "How did I tell you? Don't talk to strangers. Where did you put my words? Do you want to be fucked by a man you don't know? Is that so?"

You sniffed and shook your head. Fear freezes inside you as soon as you think of someone other than Toji doing that to you.

"Do what you want. I don't care. Get out of here."

You grabbed his trousers and begged for forgiveness, with little promises of loyalty in your mouth. Despite this, the master ignored it and gave you a stern look before slamming the room's door.

You squatted in front of the master's room and sobbed, burying your face in your knees, still aching in your ass covered by the pretty little skirt. You do not care. Your mind is full of how to get Toji's forgiveness. As soon as you think that he may never forgive you or throw you out of the house, there is a strange feeling in your heart.

Is it pain? You stroked your chest, nothing happened here, but you felt the pain, like a tangled stuffed toy, like you accidentally touched the hot water in the kitchen. More than pain, more than that…

The TV in the living room has not been turned off. Toji sets program reminders for you to automatically switch channels as soon as your favorite show's broadcast time arrives. You don't want to watch it right now…but one of the character's lines catches your attention-

"…Why-why…you always bully me…."

You stared at the TV with tears in your eyes. It was a crying cow girl next to her bully. You hate that guy; that's the bad guy! For some reason, the guy didn't lift her skirt as usual to show others.

"…Okay, don't cry…." The man said uncomfortably. "…Because, because I like you…you're so cute…I can't help but want to bully you…."

...Like.

You covered your restless chest, is this feeling called "like"? Right. You like the master. Your master. Toji.

The knocking stopped gradually. You little idiot, you don't even know why he's jealous. His favoring and punishing you mean nothing at all.

Toji opens the door, intending to prepare dinner for you and re-discipline you, but when he searches the whole house and can't find you, he gritted his teeth - where did you go? You are an obedient calf who never tries to go out on your own. Damn, he shouldn't be mad at you. You probably thought you were going to be thrown away.

He took out his mobile phone from cursed spirit's mouth to check the location information, but you didn't wear a bell this time. Where did you go? Park. Playground. Supermarket. There is no trace of you in these places. He's starting to feel like you've been kidnapped. Little things like you. The result of being caught is being milked by that kind of perverted farm.

These all explain why when Toji finally finds you in the back garden of his house, he wants to put you on his lap again. And you, not knowing how much trouble you have caused your master, just stuffed him with the hidden strawberry, which is your treasure. He knew what happened to the mysteriously disappearing fruits at home now.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He doesn't mind showing all the neighbors seeing you get spanked now.

"…This is a gift…." You didn't dare to look at him. "…Don't be mad…and…I like you…I like-like the master…."

"…I like Toji…."

Toji was silent for a while, then took your bag of strawberries, which were a little rotten. What's the use of hiding? You really are a fool. He raises you with the other hand, you sit on his arm, and you just wink innocently.

"Okay, but these are no longer edible. Shall we prepare your dinner now, pretty girl?"

A few nights later, you rubbed your eyes and prepared to sleep obediently, but the master stopped you.

"Hey, princess, didn't you say you want to sleep in the bed? Come up."

With starlight in your eyes, you jumped onto the bed excitedly. Soft. It's softer than you've ever experienced and has the faint scent of your master. You snuggle tightly to Toji's chest, talking to him about your chores, and he compliments you on how good a girl you are. You giggled, feeling like you've had a good dream.

Sometimes, Toji recalls the day he met you. He lied to you then, and he lied to himself. He didn't want a milk machine. He thinks you look cute and doesn't want you to be caught by that scumbag. Sometimes, he wonders what his life would be like if he never took that commission and never found out about your existence, and then he will find out how much you have changed his life. He couldn't say those words when he faced you, and then he called you stupid. Although he doesn't want to admit it, you are his favorite cow girl.

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