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scap34 · 15 days

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sugar baby!toji x rich! dom! mean! sadistic! manipulative! male! Younger! sugar daddy!reader

Turning your contract fuck buddy into your sugar baby <3

warnings: degrading, cussing, fingering, mild daddy kink, slight feminization, lingerie

Toji was getting too close to you.

Maybe it was how you fucked him. Your sadistic nature shining through when you edged him for hours and fucked him roughly after. Or the way you treated him.

Of course you did treat him like he was yours. But you also pampered him, petted his head, and sang praises into his ears until he came.

The more he was with you, the more spoiled and lazy he got. With you, all he had to think about was how to please you. Sometimes after you played with him for hours he’d forget everything, acting exactly like the brain dead cock whore you called him.

The money with you was stable. You paid him well, too well maybe. You also covered all his expenses when you were together. When he was with you, he had no worries.

But he couldn’t always be with you.

“I quit.” He said suddenly to you. You and him were sitting on the couch. The tv was on, playing one of those ridiculous horse races Toji liked to gamble on.

Your hands paused typing and you looked over at him. He looked back at you, seriously. His legs were up and he rested against the couch comfortably.

He was fond of the couch, you knew that. That’s why you’d brought a new couch. It was just for him and you would even work next to him to make sure he had company.

“You quit?” You repeated back confused. He nodded, uncharacteristically serious. You knew he could be serious but with you, his coldness fell away. You thought you were past this point already.

“Why?” You asked.

He shrugged. “I’m bored.” He wasn’t. You could tell. You could see it in the way his eyes flicked away guiltily. He drummed his finger against his thick thighs.

Cute. What a liar your baby was.

“Okay.” You said agreeing. He immediately looked at you surprised by your quick agreement. You forced your lips to not move, suppressing a smirk.

You nodded at him, copying his seriousness. “I understand. You can move out whenever you are ready. I’ll send the last check as soon as you leave.”

His mouth parted in surprise and the hurt in his eyes was hard to hide. It was adorable. He was the one who wanted to leave and yet he was hurt by your agreement?

He slumped a bit and nodded looking downcast. “Okay.”

Poor baby. You cooed in your head. You wanted to take him into your arms and kiss his head. You wanted to tell him that you never cared about him and see his reaction.

“Okay.” You echoed pleased. You turned back to your computer, fingers resuming work.

Toji wanted you to protest but you nonchalantly agreed to let him leave. He thought you’d put a bit of resistance against his decision. However despite your initial surprise you agreed so readily.

Despite wanting to leave, he couldn’t help but regret his decision.

Whatever. He would be fine. After all you were just a good fuck that paid him well. He was sure he’d find something else. …

“Who was that slut?” He demanded. You gave him an unimpressed look. Both of you could hear the note of pain in his voice.

It’s been days since he quit. Days since he’d seen you and now he finds you shopping for that slut with the black card you used on him? Did you move on that quick?

“He’s my sugar baby.” You replied calmly.

Sugar baby?

You smirked at his confusion. “Yeah, it’s like the contract between us, but instead of paying him, he lives with me, sleeps with me and I take care of all his needs.”

You what?

He immediately glared at you. “Why did you pick that slut?”

You moved closer to him. Inches away from him, he could smell your coconut shampoo. A dazed look crossed his eyes for a second. He missed your scent.

Your lips tugged into a smirk, immediately noticing his reaction. “I thought he was cute.”

Cute? He did look more feminine. Blond hair, soft features and doe eyes. Was he your type? Did you like that slut more than him?

“I thought he’d look really pretty dressed in lingerie.” You added thoughtfully, tapping a finger against your chin.

He almost regretted not killing the slut when he saw him. He should have. Torn his limbs off and asked you how pretty the slut looked then.

“No.”

“No, what Toji? This isn’t your decision.” You grinned cruelly. Your words were targeted and made to hurt.

He was sorry, okay? So stop being so cruel.

“M’ sorry.” He mumbled out. His head was hanging low. His hands uselessly clenched into fists. He couldn’t brute force his way through his.

“And what should I do about that?” You said smirking. Toji looked at you betrayed. Didn’t he already admit his mistake?

“Take me back.” He muttered under his breath. You smirked like that was what you expected him to say.

“I have a few conditions.” He gulped at your words. Your tone sounded wrong and there was a cruel smile on your lips. But he knew he’d agree to anything you said. He needed you. He missed you.

“You will be my sugar baby.” …

You’re a manipulative piece of shit. Toji realized as he hissed. Hands desperately clutched the sheets, his face was burned with heat. His throbbing cock begged for attention, hitting his stomach each time you thrusted that damn toy in his ass.

You had everything planned out didn’t you? You’d used that fucking blond slut to make him jealous. And now you had him exactly where you wanted him.

Face down on your bed, hips raised up, exposing his hole, and all dolled up in red lingerie for you. Lingerie that he wore because you liked it when he was dressed all pretty for you.

He choked out another moan when you rubbed his cock, rubbing it slowly before you let go again.

“F-fk yu, fuckin’ a-ah!” He slurred out, crying out as you shoved the toy further into his hole. His body trembled, his cock pathetically leaking drops of precum.

“What were you saying slut?” Your voice stern laced with traces of amusement. A hand roughly smacked his ass, sending a jolt up his spine.

His mind filled with pleasure as he let out a sob into the mattress, clenching the silk sheets with a white knuckled grip. His cock was so fucking hard. Everything you did to him only made him harder.

He could barely think. The plug pressed against his prostate, driving him crazy. You were a sadistic bastard.

Another slap to his ass knocked him out of his trance. This one was aimed a bit lower, right against the plug. He cried out louder, cock spurting out watery white cum.

His knees gave out as soon as his third orgasm in 2 hours hit.

Too blissed out, he didn’t notice when you pulled out the plug, and turned him around.

He didn’t move, keeping his legs spread, eyes closed,and cheek pressed to the mattress.

A second passed then another. You sighed and moved away from him. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you in confusion. His eyes went to your hard cock that strained against your zipper.

He looked up at you, confused. You didn’t acknowledge him and used a few tissues to clean him up. Tossing them away you draped a blanket over him.

This is what you did after you were done with him, and yet you still hadn’t come once. You were clearly still hard. Why weren’t you fucking him?

Was he really not enough for you? The thought was like a bucket of cold water that poured over him. The orgasmatic bliss he’d been floating in, disappeared, throwing him back to reality.

He disappointed you.

You were walking away from him. A whine left his throat before he could think. He got off the sofa, his legs weak but stable.

“[Name],” he bit his lip. “D-daddy p-please.” He called out, a pink flush in his cheeks. You froze in your steps.

You turned around slowly, your eyes drinking in Toji’s lingerie and disheveled state with clear arousal. You liked him dressed like this. He hesitantly reached up and pressed his bra clad pecs together.

Your eyes immediately zoned into the movement.

He was right.

Ignoring the burning blush of embarrassment he played with his chest, that way he’d seen you do it to him. He squeezed them, and rolled his nipple between his thumb and index, moaning when it sent heat straight into his cock.

You’d covered his cock with the lacy red panties after he finished. His hardening cock, bulging against the soft fabric. The friction only intensified his arousal.

He panted softly, his exposed skin flushed with humiliation. He must have looked pathetic, dressed up like a slut. The feminine lingerie that barely covered his body, clearly wasn’t made for him. But under your lust blown eyes, he felt so fucking wanted.

“Fuck me, daddy. I want your cum in me.” He whined looking up at you with half lidded lashes. Like expected you fell for it.

Your face split into a grin. Taking two strides forward you closed the distance between you and him. Your hands roamed across his chest, squeezing his tits and ass.

“Gladly.” You purred, fingers slipping into Toji’s loose hole. He sucked in a breath, a moan slipping from his lips. He eagerly grinded down onto your fingers, like he was scared he wouldn’t please you.

You licked his neck and smiled where he couldn’t see it. Your sweet baby. So pretty, and ready to please. You didn’t feel bad about manipulating him.

Dolled up in lingerie, playing with his large tits, cheeks flushed with shame. He looked so fucking erotic. So willing to do whatever it took to make you happy.

You turned him around, hands on his small waist. He gasped but easily spread his legs, bending over obediently. Your smirk grew, as you lined your cock up to his entrance, pushing in and bottoming out.

Your baby cried out, still sensitive from his last orgasm. You pulled out and thrusted back in without mercy. The sound of skin hitting skin mixed with both of your moans.

“My perfect slut. So fucking pretty. Gonna make you my cock whore.” You muttered thrusting into him. Toji, already fucked stupid, eagerly nodded along. His useless cock, spilling beads of cum.

“Yes, yes, your slut. Want your cum. Please pl’se.” he slurred out, gasping when you buried you hand in his hair and yanked it roughly. Tears bit the corner of his eyes, his expression was aggrieved.

You chuckled and rubbed the head of his cock in apology. His eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head, small whines, pleas falling from his pink lips.

Who were you to deny your beautiful baby anything?

You fucked into his tight ass, his greedy hole clinging to your cock as you pulled out even slightly.

“P’ease plea-hic,” he sobbed. “M’ w’nna cum, please.” You thrusted into him harder, holding his waist. Your own orgasm building up. Your baby wanted you to use him, so you will.

When you finally cum, Toji collapses forward. His hole was leaking with cum, his body still trembling from his orgasm.

You tucked your cock away, smiling when Toji’s eyes landed on your softened cock with delight. He was proud that he made you cum. A-fucking-dorable.

You couldn’t wait to spoil this man rotten. Your precious sugar baby.

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seraphicsentences · 7 days

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hlllo can you pleas do football!ellie ina rush and really needing her sport shirt that reader is wearing, but since reader is so unbothered to change she takes it off right there n it gets ellie thinking if she should even go!!!!!! maybe a little smutty smut ‼️‼️inluv with yur writinggg

hi baby yes i can thank you for the request sweet girl. sorry this took a little while i appreciate your patience. also yes i know i said i was going on a break yesterday and then proceeded to bang out this entire thing, my bipolar ass got bored. enjoy! <3

“BABE?”

“BAAAABE?” ellie calls louder as you hear her stumbling through your shared apartment, clearly in a rush.

“babe, have you seen my-oh there it is,” she swings into the room abruptly, stopping in her tracks when she sees her much needed football jersey, adorned by yours truly.

“hey els, what’s up?” you ask, propping yourself up on the bed, and shooting her a look so sickly sweet, savage starlight comic in hand.

ellie’s existence can be found in all aspects of you at the moment, from the clothes you’ve “borrowed” and your choice of fine literature, to the purpled bruises littering your jaw and collarbone.

ellie can’t help but let her buzzing pre-game thoughts slow at the sight of you, and fester around thinking mine, mine, mine.

“hey pretty girl, i just really need my jersey for practice. do you mind changing, pretty please? i’m late,” she says softly, leaning over the mattress to press a warm kiss against your forehead.

“aw, fine, i’ll just wear nothing then,” you joke, reaching over your head to pull off the top in one swift move, revealing your bare chest with marks to match your neck.

you watch knowingly as ellie quite literally shutters: caught up in the sight of what’s literally a physical manifestation of the guilty pleasure that is her possessiveness.

—and you revel in the power trip that this is. because how is it that mere nakedness, something that’s more you than anything else you could put on your skin, is enough to make ellie fucking williams crumble.

and so all you do is smirk when, without sparing even a glance away, ellie tosses the held-out jersey lazily over one shoulder and leans in to indulge herself with another kiss; this time a proper, messy one on your parted lips.

“on second thought,” she says, in between breaths, before diving down to swirl her tongue around your hardened nipples, greedily sucking and licking at them like your own fucking baby.

you’re nothing but powerless to her hypnotic ministrations, as much of a fool for her as she is for you, letting low moans out freely from the back of your throat.

moving back up to kiss you like she wants to consume your sounds, the aggressiveness of ellie’s actions leave you nowhere to go but fall backwards onto the bed, chest pressing up to brush your pointed nipples lush against ellie’s chest.

“fuck, baby,” she rasps into your mouth, slipping her hand between the two of you to knead at your breast, calloused fingers thumbing over your nipples. she watches in awe as you shudder at the sensation, hooded eyes begging for more.

“fuckin’ tease,” she mumbles with a smile, mouthing over her previously left bruises with a hot, flat-tongued lick. feeling the vibrations on your throat as you laugh at her, she gently nips at your skin, letting out a laugh of her own as she feigns annoyance.

“shut up,” she chuckles, suffocating your laughs with the press of her mouth, continuing to make out with you in the delicious way that it is to make out with her.

ellie pries a knee between your squeezed thighs, nudging it upwards in such kind offerance to your burning heat— to which you take, hips immediately grinding up in desperation.

but just as quickly as it was given to you is it taken away.

ellie sits up with a jolt, mussing with your hair as she replaces her shirt with the jersey hurriedly. she stumbles towards the door with a guilty look in her eyes, pausing only to ramble, “coach is gonna kill me, sorry babe. that’s what you get for being such a tease! i’ll make it up to you, you fuckin’ minx. i love you!" before sprinting out the door, shoelaces undone.

you lay there, frozen and topless with your panties soaked, and you curse ellie out, that little bitch.

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submenarehotties · 5 months

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“ teasing gone wrong! „

submissive! satoru gojo x dominant! male! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)

cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, anal (gojo receives), degradation kink, rough handling, reader has a dick.

summary: gojo teases you and it only takes so much for you to snap.

note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.

word count: 0.3K+

“nghhh—but i-i’m not p-pathetic!” gojo satoru cried as he rode faster on your dick.

“if you’re taking my dick, you sure are, slut.” you state, smacking gojo’s already red ass.

tears welled up in gojo satoru’s very blue eyes as he left red marks down your chest. his sobs and pleas filled the room and were just absolute music to your ears.

“yet you fuck yourself on it and claim it to be yours.” you continue, watching his body shudder and shake as he keeps trying to take you in.

“it is mine. no one else can have you ~ aghh!” gojo is in shambles as you grab his hips and push him down on your dick as far as possible.

“you know better than to tease me.” you say, roughly taking his chin in your hand.

you’re sure you can see hearts in gojo’s eyes. his mouth is slightly open as if wanting a kiss. you run a finger over gojo’s bottom lip, and it quivers.

“kiss…?” gojo whines, its the least he could have if he couldn’t keep riding you.

“i’ve really fucked you up, huh.” you murmur under your breath.

he’d been stubborn at the start - now gojo’s brain turned to mush for you.

you kiss gojo roughly, and his hands started to wonder on your body. you pull away after a moment, your lips still slightly touching his, you could feel his cold breath fanning against your lips, and he whimpers, still wanting to kiss you.

gojo leaned closer and nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it and letting it go.

it only took a few seconds for you to snap - flipping gojo over on his back. he lets out a surprised breath.

“teasing me? again? thats 2 strikes. you wanna tease me? its my fucking turn.” you gritted out, locking gojo’s hands tightly above his head with just one of your hands.

all you knew was that gojo was in for long night that involved lots and lots of edging.

a/n: been a while guys… gained A LOT of followers. why do you guys like me after i left you for over 3 months 🙁? also tumblr decided to flag my blog so i felt even more unmotivated to write. like - who wants to write after they come back to be flagged? def not me. anyways, i’ll try to write more and be more active trust 🤞.

click here for my masterlist(s).

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misstycloud · 1 year

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How about a popular reader x unpopular yandere>

It was lunch break and you sat together with your classmates inside the classroom, eating your food. Today's topic was the new horror movie coming out soon, you'd all seen the trailer and it seemed scary. It was one of those 'robot turns evil and starts murdering people' kind of film, and you were totally up to see it.

"Bro, did you see her face? Now that's what I call scary.'' your friend Taro said in an exited voice.

"Yeah, bet you shat yourself when you saw the trailer." Hana joked and snorted at him, Taro in return gave her a 'really?' look.

"Haha, very funny."

"I agree, I'd love to see the way you'll scream when we actually go watch it. It'll be the best moment of my life." you said, following in Hana's footsteps.

"Oh no, not you too. Bullying is bad, you know. You could get expelled."

"The only one getting expelled here is you, we saw what you did to that Mitsuki girl in 3A. Not to mention that other younger student." another one of your friends reminded him with a smirk gracing his lips. "Mitsuki was not looking good, I'll tell you. You need to stop tormenting these poor people or it'll come back and bite you one day." he mocked.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." in the corner of Taro's eye, he noticed a certain boy enter the classroom and glancing around until he spotted your group. Taro smiled deviously, "well, talking about sad people," he turned to face you, "there is one right there."

Looking in the direction of which your friend pointed in, you realised what he was talking about and sighed at the sight. Sano Yamada, your boyfriend. Actually, you didn't know he he really was your boyfriend. It's not like you loved him or anything. How could you? Not with that plain face, boring fashion and lack of social life. He wasn't exactly a popular one...

Why are you with him, then? Because it's fun. Since no one liked him and he clearly liked you(far more than you would've enjoyed), your friends thought it'd be fun to pull a little prank on him. The joke was simple, ask him to meet you on the roof after school and 'confess' to him before revealing the truth. Your friends thought it'd be hilarious to watch him make a fool out of himself, so you agreed to partake in this.

That's how things were supposed to go. Just be a little mean and then go home like nothing happened, but the world had different plans it seemed. For when the time came for things to go down, Sani got too caught up in joy that he failed to notice you weren't done, you hadn't gotten the chance to spill the beans that it was all fake and you weren't even close to liking him. You wished to fix things so you didn't have to date him, but your friends wouldn't let you. They believed it would be fun if you simply didn't say anything and kept going out with Taro.

So that is how you ended up with an unwanted boyfriend.

"Hello," Sano said as he reached the put-together tables you were seated at. "how's it going?" Is he was trying to adapt to your group of friends and impress them. He sadly didn't succeed.

The others gave him a tight lipped smile and answered shortly with a small 'it's fine'. You could not help but sigh again at his presence, the two of you didn't even share any lessons, did he really have to be there? Understanding you were the reason for his unexpected visit, you still asked, "Sano, what a surprise. What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be with your own class?"

He didn't pick up on your irritation and replied to your question with a kind smile, "Yeah, but I missed you so much that I thought I could come here instead." Blushingly he turned his gaze to the floor, still somewhat shy in front of you.

"Oh..that's so..sweet." You forced yourself to at least look like you enjoyed his gestures and loving gaze. Taro and the others covered their mouths to hide their snickers, you pretended not to notice. How you wished Hana was the one Sano liked, not you.

"Can I join?'' Sano wondered and pointed at a free chair next to him nobody was using.

"Eh, sure."

Ha thanked you and pulled the chair close to the tables and sat down. Giving their last mocking laughs, they stopped after you sent them stink eye. After that conversation continued on like normal. Though he'd been allowed to join you, Sano didn't dare say anything and only sat there quietly. Just like a shadow. Just like it'd always been. There but not there at the same time, unnoticed and ignored. That's how most of sano's life has played out.

"-yesterday me and Taro talked, and we thought it would be cool if we all went to mall tomorrow."

"Need those new clothes, y'know." Taro chimed in and gestured to his body.

"You in?" Hana asked and looked at you.

"Yeah, of course." you said happily, you needed to do a little shopping yourself anyway.

"Cool, we can see if we can find those dresses we didn't buy last time!"

Last time you went to the shopping centre, you discovered two beautiful dresses but sadly weren't able to but them at the time because you two were broke as hell. You were pretty sure you only had like three dollars in your bak account. While you thought you were bad, you didn't even wish to think about Hana's economy.

"Good idea, I really liked it and-"

"-sorry to cut in,'' an anxious voice had interrupted you, "but aren't we going on a date tomorrow?" Sano put his hand over yours and squeezed it, "remember?"

Right. You totally forgot. You werre supposed to go on a date with Sano this weekend, he'd inquired about it nonstop for almost three weeks now and there was only so much you could take before giving in to his demands. You thought it better to simply get it over with so he'll shut up and leave you alone for a while.

"Right, I forgot. Sorry" you apologised in an obvious fake tone.

Sano nodded, signalling he accepted your apology. He didn't see how you scowled at him behind his back when he wasn't looking.

Lunch time had now passed and school was almost over, the weekend fun could soon begin. Which everyone was happy over, perhaps the teacher's more than anyone.

'I shouldn't have drunk so much water.' Sano thought to himself as he wandered through the halls of the building.

Entering the boys bathroom he saw it as empty, and proceeded to open the stall door stall and lock it. But right as he was going to get down to business, he heard the door opening and others coming in. The voices weren't of people he recognise, so he didn't plan to bother with it. However, when the conversation went in a direction related to him, he had no choice but to secretly listen in.

"You know that (Yn) girl from class 3C?"

"Yeah, of course, she's hot as fuck."

"Right, but have you seen that guy who follows her around all the time?" The voice mentioned in a rude way, making it clear he did not mean well.

"I've seen him a couple times. Not the best face, if you get what i mean." The second voice said and laughed.

"Hahaha, he's not a prince charming that's for sure."

They didn't realise the person they were talking ill of were very much within hearing range and listened to every word that came out of their mouths. Sano stood there, completely frozen. Taking in what they said. Was that really how people saw you and him? While he knew he was no social butterfly and you were well liked by many in contrast to himself, he didn't think it was something people actually brought up.

"I don't get why she doesn't leave him. There are surely better guys in school, she's bound to fall for one of them."

"You mean someone like Haruto?"

The other voice exclaimed, "Exactly! Someone like Haruto is a much better fit for her, he's well in her league. "

After that Sano heard some more bustling noises, and then it was silence. He poked his head out to confirm they had indeed left. The boy decided to goo back to class, his reason for leaving now forgotten. He piled over the two students words. Were they right? Did people actually believe someone else was a better choice for you. But that couldn't be true. He was yours and you were his. You belonged together.

That's what you felt too. You must, what would he do if you didn’t? No, you have to love him. Otherwise you wouldn’t have confessed to him so sweetly that day on the roof. He tried convincing himself that he was the love of your life like you were his, something too him it wasn’t like that though.

He wondered if you actually would leave him if someone better showed up. Someone like Haruto. Those two students from earlier weren’t wrong at all, Haruto was great. At many things. He was liked by everyone, he was good at sports, good at being funny and he just had to be good-looking too.

Much more than Sano, which hurt pretty bad. He hated to admit it but you and Haruto would make a better couple. He was jealous. Very jealous. He’d have to prove he was the perfect one for you. Sano couldn’t let anyone come and steal you away!

Sano would show you how good of a boyfriend he can be and your date tomorrow would be a glorious opportunity for that.

#bad relationships #male yandere #obsessed #oc #short story #toxic #yandere #yandere oc #yandere boyfriend #possesive #popular reader x unpopular yandere #yandere x fem reader #mean reader #high school #jealousy #bad friends #Crispy oc

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mothmanperson · 2 years

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||No more Tea||

??? x gn!reader

tw: /

cw: degrading, crying, sub character, dom reader, kind non consensual kissing, this one is angsty, yandere-themes, (let me know if i missed smth), spicy no smut(i don't feel comfortable writing smut yet)

part three of this(part one) and this(part two)

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

that's it. he thought to himself.

he was getting more and more frustrated with you, every time he went up to you with built up confidence, asking you to do something with him you just denied him, told him off, ignored him, as if you weren't just fooling around with him a few day ago.

and these past few days felt like pure torture since he could only think about the mark you left (that were definitely visible to the other harbingers), the hot aching touches you left and the sharp gaze he still felt, as if ingrained into his mind.

you have been more and more on his mind, taking over his every thought, every decision. he needed you more than anything else he ever thought he needed. and you? you were ignoring him.

you seriously had the audacity to act like that as if you hadn't consumed each others blood and cum.

and honestly he felt offended, embarrassed, and angry most of all. how dare you play with him like that.

this is it. he thought to himself as he marched over to your chamber, he didn't even bother knocking on the door.

he burst through taking a deep breath and preparing to scream and yell at you, get you to apologize, oh how'd he love to see you down on your knees: begging.

it was quiet, your bedroom was empty.

huh? were are you? its way to late for you tobe doing any work- were you on a mission? why hadn't he been informed?

questions rang through his mind as he looked around in your room, taking a few hesitant steps forward. he was never really in your bedroom. only in your office, but the only thing that separated the office from your room was a heavy wooden door.

maybe you were still in your office, even if it was late, harbingers were busy people after all..

the menacing door opened with a bit of struggle, but even the fire place that usually was burning a hot, worm fire was cold, no light shining through the comfortable place you called your office.

(he'd never say it but he appreciates your eye for comfort and decor)

his grip on the doorknob tightened just a bit as he closed the door in a hurry, to many fresh (and certainly hot and not entirely unpleasant) memories resurfaced.

he took a breath walking over to a desk infront of a big window, he couldn't see much outside, it was dark and a storm was raging against the building, the only source of light was the moon and one or another fatui agent cursed to patrol at this time of the day in such a weather. he almost felt bad.

almost.

his eyes fell onto the desk. your desk.

candles, paper and pen, a few unfinished sketches.

thats new, he didn't know you could draw, then again you didn't know anything about each other.

you just knew how to push his buttons. he didn't even know how to do that, again, something that really frustrated him since he praised himself on knowing jow to read people, get under their skin and on their nerves.

but not with you, never with you. you either ignored him or lazily waved him off.

everything you did just offended him, he realized in a second.

"well look who came crawling back"

lost in thought he didn't noticed someone coming into the room.

what a pathetic mistake.

his back crawls and a shiver went down his spine when he felt you cold breath on his neck.

"what are you doing here?" you asked. it was a genuine question at first, but your mind quickly wandered and you had a rising suspicion why he visited you at this time.

he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. what was he doing here again?

you came closer, his small back pressed against your bigger chest, and his clenching ass against your hips.

your hand gripped the table right besides his small body, your head right besides his. he felt your cold breath against his ears now.

he shivered, clenching his hands into fists he tried to collect his thoughts.

right. he wanted to blow up into your face.

"what are you doing to me?" he asked with all his might.

"mh?" you raised an eyebrow in question.

"why are you- ignoring me? you do all- all this to me and then dare to pretend not to notice me these past few days? am i- am i just a- a toy for you? i don't want you to play with me you-" he snapped, and raised his voice, gritting his teeth.

"wait you thought we- we had something? hah- you thought we-? oh archons- you thought i fancied you? that i did all that because i liked you?" you laughed into his ear, your arms finally encasing them in a deathly possessive brace as you put your lips against the scorching hot skin of his neck.

"darling no, even though i have to admit that your to pretty when you're looking all fucked out like that, and i'd rather not anyone else see you like that. i don't feel anything for you. i like the idea of you, and your body but nothing else" you smiled against his neck, planting a soft kiss.

"then why are you-"

"because I don't want you to be with someone else, it should always only be me- don't you get it? you are such a price to me- and only for me- no- no one else will ever get to have you, understand? you probably don't, a shame" you grinned menacingly as he turned his head to look at you, in shock and disbelief at his foolishness to think that anyone could ever love him.

but... at least you liked his body? he thought as he looked at your dead eyes with tears threatening to fall.

"are you going to cry now? show me your adorable red face as you try and hit me? scream at me? what will your pathetic self do, mh?" you asked as you tilted his chin up with your gloved hand. your lips were millimeters away from his.

he couldn't answer, he didn't trust his voice to carry on this conversation while you were looking at him like that.

"oh so you'll stay quiet? well fine, you'll have nothing against me doing this then right?"

you leaned in, feverishly claiming his lips, he parted his as if he was trained for it. he let you do whatever you wanted. he was fine with whatever you'd do.

you may not love him, but you liked his body, and he loved your attention to much to turn down this opportunity.

the more he thought about it, the more he favoured the thought of being at least a toy for you.

you shoved your tongue into his mouth and he moaned in delight, past anger completely forgotten already.

you hands sneaked their way under his thin shirt and caressed his hot skin, drawing circles and other patterns up his skin until they reach his sensitive pectorals.

you squeezed and played with them as you pleased, and he became more and more of a mess, his breathing and heart beat picked up and he kept moaning and whimpering as you purposely avoided his perky nipples.

he had to stabilize himself gripping the edge of the table infront of him, his knuckles turning white.

you were afraid he'd break it.

he broke the kiss and you took a look at him. his lips were red and swollen, covered in saliva, just slightly opened. his eyes were half-lidded and blinded with pure lust.

"please-"

"so needy already? do you want me to spoil you? do you want your master to take care of you?" your asked in false caring.

he quickly nodded desperately chasing after your lips but you pulled away.

"oh no how unfortunate then, take care of it yourself you slut- you can do that for me right?" you stepped away from him.

you had to be kidding, was this some kind of cruel joke?

"w-what? you- you can't just leave me here?! like- like this?" he shrieked out

"and why is that?"

"you- you just can't- just be- because i-"

"you what, mh?"

"i need you so fucking bad" he whispered out, yet he sounded so fucking desperate and pathetic.

you loved it.

you wanted more.

you needed more, and you'll get more.

you will make sure of it.

"then get on your knees and beg for it you pathetic little slut"

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nahoyasbabymami · 1 year

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Tokyo Revengers x Mean!Black!Reader

NAHOYA KAWATA SMILEY

Loves being mean too you

Will throw an insult at you any second of the day (doesn’t mean it tho)

Loves watching you fight

Hey how about you try fighting him but ignore how his blush gets darker with every hit that connects

Absolutely loves watching you fight

Please be mean too him he loves fighting with you

“Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch you’d have more friends-”

Was not expecting a punch too his face and you calling him a punk but….he deff didn’t hate it

Is he blushing?? or is that just blood from the bruises you gave him from the last time yall fought

Everytime your mean too him he’ll be twice as mean back

SOUYA KAWATA ANGRY

Don’t he will cry (do it.)

“what was that for?” STOPPP HES POUTING

You can throw a few insults at him sometimes, just not too much mkay?

He can deff take it he’s heard worse buttt do be prepaired to atleast get knocked upside your head

He likes watching you fight but does get really worried so make sure you let him know you still aight

Don’t even try too fight him he’ll refuse immediately

He blushes hella alot when looking at you so just ignore tht

“What the fuck is you lookin at me for?”

“didn’t wanna look atchu anyway...” i just wanna-

STOP BEING SO MEAN LOOK AT HIMM

MANJIRO SANO MIKEY

What the fuck did he do?

“You don’t have too be such a bitch”

Why was you fist flying at his face? He was just being honest

He thinks your interesting, let him watch you fight

He was glad your in the gang, the way you never let anyone close too you was cool tbh

Forces you too buy him food

“Now why would i buy yo shortass food??”

Ok. Yall are deff fighting

Keep talkin shit and he might actuall start throwin hands

You don’t give a fuck though you still gon say what u gotta say

KEN RYUGUJI DRAKEN

Oh god not another one

He doesn’t have the patience or time for this

He already has too deak with Mikey and Keisuke why you two?

Say sum slick again and you WILL be dealt with

“If you mutter somethin else under your breath-”

Did you just kick him? Was that a joke? that didn’t even hurt get a grip

Atp he’s ignoring you now hes so sick and tired someone get this nigga sum weed or sumthin

Stop getting jumped everywhere you go he doesnt have time for this (he’ll still do it tho)

He thinks the way you fight is cool ig (kick him again yall gon fight)

BAJI KEISUKE

Tf was you starin at him like that for? what he do? you wanna fight?

“Your lucky we at a meeting”

“Fuck you and this meeting”

Clench yo fuckin teeth and put them hands up, cuz yall finna fight

Now both of yall in trouble this is yo fault btw

He thinks you trynna be him

You always trynna fight him and you ALWAYS GET YO SHIT ROCKED GIVE IT UPP

He still gon fight you though

Come by the dojo so he can teach you sum..you dont gotta go just because he asked though..(BITCH GO)

He wants too get closer too you in his own lil way, like kicking your ass at the Dojo.

TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI

Now he’s crying. What the fuck is wrong witchu

He knows your joking but it still kinda hurts his feelings so chill the fuck out

Now hes side eyeing you

“What i do?”

YOUR HEART

Now you gotta walk away look at what you’ve done

“Shut the fuck up” HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING STOP THIS

He can’t tell if your mean or if you have trouble talking too people

He’s still gonna be with you though

Never leavin your side cuz yall locked in

#Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers x black reader #black reader #mean reader #nahoya x black reader #souya x black reader #mikey x black reader #keisuke x black reader #baji x black reader #draken x black reader #takemichi x black reader #minee

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cryptomiracle · 3 months

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Hi!! I love how you're getting new to writing and I was wondering if you could write a thing about jeff! About him with a mean child reader! And like the kid is just sad and went Through a lot so that's why their mean? But I want the thing to be about jeff trying to make the crack a laugh and or a smile?

WARNINGS

Reader is supposed to be about 11-14

Cursing

This does not apply to my other hcs/fics for Jeff!!

Disassociation

Jeff being emo

Reader lives in slendermans manor as sally's "care taker"

(click here for an explanation on what sallys care taker means)

(e/c) means "eye color"

(f/f) means "favorite food"

(f/d) means "favorite drink"

(y/n) means "your name"

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your unfocused (e/c) eyes stared aimlessly at the plate of dull, unpleasant, looking food that sat in front of you.

The world around you looked fuzzy almost as if you were underwater.

the memories of your past plaguing your mind, you felt the burning sensation of tears well up in your eyes, the painful lump in your throat almost suffocating you.

The blurriness deepend and you took note of how your thoughts started to slow down, how you felt the world around you slowly collapse.

then there was nothing

just you sitting there, devoid of any feeling other than psychical, but even that felt dull, lifeless.

The tears that threatened to spill over soon dissolved, the thoughts that were once overflowing, were now silent.

Everything was silent, the voices that were once all around you, the ones belonging to people you knew had exited the room.

How long had it been since they left? Why didn't you take note of that

You fell deeper into your trance like state, not noticing the young man quietly sitting down across from you.

*BANG*

The sound of a fist being slammed against the hard wood table pulled you out of that daze

With a shiver and a little gasp, your eyes quickly focused on the pale calloused hand that had hit the table, and then looked up to the man sitting across from you.

You soon recognized him to be jeff, his haircut was a bit choppy you could tell he did it himself, his fringed bangs slightly covering up one of his lidless eyes, while the other was in full view showcasing his dark blue irises.

you: "what do you want.."

you said lowly as you crossed your arms across your chest, and turned your head away from him.

jeff: "you've been sitting here for almost two hours (y/n).."

he paused before speaking again

jeff: "sally is getting worried"

you turned your head back to it's original place, and shot him a confused look.

you: "since when did you care about how sally felt?"

you scoffed

he huffed, and leaded back into his chair

jeff: "have you even eaten?"

he asked, completely ignoring your question

you: "no.."

you then realized how hungry you actually were, your stomach felt as if it had been twisted into knots, you looked down at the gruel like substance that resided on your plate, the color of it.. or lack there of combined with the texture and the way that it defied gravity caused whatever hunger you had, to turn into nausea.

you grabbed your fork, and started toying with the un-earthly "meal"

he laughed as he watched your expression go from blank, to disgust.

jeff: "I'm guessing ej cooked tonight.."

he grinned, causing the smile he carved into his face to grow in size

you looked up and nodded

jeff: "hm"

He paused and looked at you, like he was thinking of something.

jeff: "wait here"

he said as he stood up from his chair and walked out of the dinning room, you wanted to get up and leave but curiosity got the best of you, so you stayed seated.

about 3 minutes later, he came back into the dining room carrying a plastic bag in his hands

you: "what's that..?"

you asked hesitantly

jeff: "open it"

he said as he sat the bag on the table in front of you, you gave him a suspicious look, before slowly pulling the bag towards you

he sighed, patience was not one of his virtues.

jeff: "can you just open it?? it's not a f#cking b0mb (y/n)"

you whispered a quick "assh0le" under your breath before opening the bag to reveal a to-go box and a can of (f/d)

you carefully opened the to-go box to see it was filled with (f/f)

you: "where'd you get this?"

you questioned him, ignoring the slight excitement you felt.

jeff: "I stole it from tobys fridge"

He said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just stolen from one of slendermans most trusted and highest ranking proxies.

your jaw went slack, he saw the shock on your face and smiled

you: " and what if he finds out? you idiot!"

you stretched your leg out and kicked him in the shin

jeff: "if he finds out, I'll just say I ate it."

He shrugged his shoulders

your brows started to furrow, anger bubbling over.

jeff: "oh c'mon, what's he gonna do?"

he said as he moved your previous plate to the side and pushed the to-go box closer to you.

you: "uh, I dunno.. decapitate you?"

your voice slightly raised with annoyance, he let out a chuckle.

The chuckle then turned into a fit of laughter once he realized you were being serious, he placed his left arm on the table and rested his head against it, he then used his to hold his stomach.

once he finally finished laughing, he looked up at you and leaned back into his chair.

you looked at him with a slight scowl across your face, you couldn't understand what was so funny to him.

Jeff: "y'know, toby is not as much of bad@ss as everyone thinks he is"

you raised your eyebrows, was he insane? I mean yeah he was, but you didn't think he was delusional.

He reached his hand into his blood stained hoodie, and pulled out an old beat up Samsung.

The screen quickly lit up, he slid his thumb across the screen then clicked onto his gallery.

He scrolled until he found what he was looking for, he then slid his phone across the table to you.

You picked up the phone, it's screen was cracked and there was dried blood in some of the crevices.

When you looked at the screen, you were shocked to say the least

displayed on the screen was a low quality video of toby, he was up in a tree hugging it tightly.

the video zoomed onto his face, fear was written all over his face.

The camera then moved down to the base of the tree, showing the back of what appeared to be smile dog.

Smile dog stood up against the tree, his claws dragged against it creating deep scratch marks on it.

He growled lowly at toby, then barked viscously at him.

toby: "GET Y-YOUR F#CKING DOG JEFF"

you heard jeff snicker in the video

jeff: "he just wants to be your friend toby!"

jeff taunted as smile slightly wagged his tail

jeff: "don't worry, he doesn't bite"

then suddenly, smile dog jumped up and bit tobys foot

smile shook tobys foot roughly, he backed up still holding onto tobys foot while trying to pull toby out of the tree.

with one more tug, smile dog ripped tobys shoe off of his foot and took off running.

toby: "G-GET BA-CK HERE Y-YOU MUTT"

his voice slightly cracked when he screamed.

You heard jeff laugh loudly over on the video before the camera shot down to the ground and ended.

You smiled at the sight, you genuinely couldn't believe what you were seeing

Toby, one of slendermans most brutal killers was screaming and hiding in a tree because of a DOG

not even realizing that you were smiling your head shot up to look at jeff, a plethora of questions bubbling over in your mind.

jeff: "if toby ever gives you any problems, just call smile"

He pulled his phone back to him, and smiled at you as you giggled at the thought of toby trembling in fear because of smile dog

he slid his phone back into his hoodie before speaking again.

jeff: "now eat.."

he demanded, you sighed and pulled out a plastic fork that was in the bag.

you ripped the plastic casing, and pulled the cutlery out.

taking no time, you dug in.

jeff: "it may be cold, but I'm sure it's better than whatever the hell that was"

he pointed his finger towards your previous meal, you could've sworn you saw it move.

You nodded, and continued eating.

you ate fast, barely taking any time to chew up your food.

you were almost finished when you stopped.

you looked up at jeff, who was hunkered over scrolling on his phone.

His posture was atrocious, but you couldn't judge

you: "why.."

you paused and squinted your eyes at him, still holding onto your fork.

He looked up from his phone, wearing a bored expression on his face.

you: "why are you doing this?"

He raised his eyebrows

jeff: "what?"

you: "why are you doing this for me?"

you: "you don't know me like that, why go through all that trouble for me?"

Your tone was laced with spite, you were worried that he had ulterior motives.

It's not like you and jeff didn't know each other, Slenderman had assigned him to "look after" you, to make sure none of the other residents tried to kill you, but he was usually an assh0le towards you.

he sighed, and turned off his phone.

jeff: "I know you've had a hard time adjusting to living here, and I know your life before was kinda sh!tty.."

he stopped, you could tell he was trying to find the right words to use

you grabbed the can of (f/d) and popped it open, you took a big gulp of it and sat it down on the table.

jeff: "honestly kid.."

jeff: "you remind me of a mini, less f#cked up version of me.."

his expression softened as he spoke

you almost choked, that was the last thing you expected him to say.

you: "gross, don't ever say that last part again"

he scoffed

Jeff: "and here I was trying to have a heartfelt moment with you, you little assh0le"

you grinned and continued eating

..................................

once you were done eating, you put the empty to-go box in the bag, along with the empty can of (f/d)

you stood up, and grabbed the bag Jeff grabbed your old plate, and stood up as well.

You both made your way into the kitchen, you walked over to the garbage can and threw away your trash.

Jeff walked over to the sink, and slid your plate into the soapy dishwater

You were about to make your way out of the kitchen, when you heard him call your name.

jeff: "aren't you gonna help?"

he looked at you, and gently moved his head to the side to get his bangs out of his face.

You sighed, before walking over to stand beside him in front of the sink.

you watched patiently as he rolled up his sleeves revealing his deathly pale skin, and grabbed the dish out of the murky water.

He grabbed a sponge, and gently slid it across the plate.

He then handed it to you, and started on the fork.

You turned on the faucet, the hot water slightly burning your hands.

You rinsed the plate off, and stared at for a second before you started to speak.

you: "thanks.. I guess"

you said in a hushed tone, barely above a whisper.

jeff: "what was that?"

he snickerd

You lightly elbowed him in the side

you: "don't be a douche"

as you set the plate onto the rack that was sitting on the counter, you felt tears well in your eyes.

you realized how long it had been since someone had shown you kindness like that, even though it was as tiny as giving you something to eat.

he handed you the fork as you sniffled.

he heard your sniffles, and turned his head down at you.

jeff: "you alright?"

you dropped the fork into the sink and pulled him into an awkward hug.

you sobbed into his arm as he hesitantly hugged you back

you: "you're kinda stinky jeff"

You managed to say over your sobs, he laughed and gently patted you on the back.

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i will be reading over this later to check for any mistakes, please tell me if you spot any!

ty for reading <3

#creepypasta jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff the killer one shot #child reader #mean reader #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta one shot

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monstrumpologin · 5 months

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can someone help me finde a fic?

it is eddie munson x reader. they are asigned a school project together, reader is ritch and eddie kinda shy and humiliated because he cant concentrate because he is turned on. at some point he sais something like "i swear i am not dumb" i dont remeber much else, apart from it being smutty

#virgin eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #help me find a fic #mean reader #eddie munson x reader

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sgrdoll · 2 years

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Tranquility - Prologue

Synopsys - Innocent looking girl not so innocent. Mafia!Steve Rogers finds good use for her and her special talents.

Warnings - abuse, murder, knives, mentions of drugs, spitting, biting, character death

Charlie’s first memory in this world was at age five. She was tiny, especially then, and the bigger girls on the playground made fun of her because of the street she lived on.

“God, Kane Street is such a shithole,” the sixth graders would taunt her.

It was true too. It was a shithole. There was garbage littered everywhere and addicts randomly lying on the street corners. It still killed Charlie to hear them say that though, her mother worked so hard on their home only for the very place it sat to be demeaned. Images of her mom cleaning the house tirelessly to the tune of 60’s music filled her little kindergarten brain.

That was Charlie’s first act of violence. She looked up at all of those big girls and she spit right in their faces, just as she had saw her father do to her mother. All of the girls jumped back in disgust, and when they did Charlie jumped at the opportunity to bite down on one of the wrists that dangled in front of her. Charlie bit as hard as she possibly could until she felt the sweet taste of blood. The girl whose wrist occupied her mouth shrieked loudly and ripped her arm out of Charlie’s vice grip.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She screamed at Charlie.

Charlie stayed silent, she didn’t intend to talk to any of those girls. They didn’t deserve it, silence was another one of those tricks her father taught her. She just gave them a sweet smile and turned to go play on the monkey bars with her long blonde pigtails swinging behind her.

After that, Charlie’s acts of violence increased to a level beyond the control of the people around her. She would slap and bite and scream. She never seemed to punch, but things came to a crescendo when she learned to use knives.

Her father was the first person she ever killed. She was 19 years old. Her mother was already long gone, leaving her with her abusive father. Charlie stabbed him. She didn’t even feel bad, he deserved it after all. He hurt her, and her mother. Charlie knew what she did wasn’t exactly morally sound, but he thrill of it all kept her safe from any remorse that might creep into her chest.

That’s how Steve found her. Charlie’s asshole dad owed him money for drugs that he stole from one of Steve’s clubs. Steve had already had several run-ins with the man that was currently dead in the floor. Frankly, it was a relief that Steve didn’t have to do any of the dirty work. His eyes moved over to the tiny girl on the floor across from the dead man. She was sat with her legs out in front of her and blood all over the oversized blue shirt she wore. A kitchen knife was in her hands. She looked up at Steve with big blue eyes and tilted her head, “Who are you?”

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #mean reader #mafia #mafia!steve x reader #mafia!steve rogers #mafia!steve rogers x reader #size kink #mafia au #cacw #bucky barnes #bucky #found family #prologue

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scap34 · 9 days

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sub! bottom! sugarbaby! Toji x top! mean! manipulative! sugar daddy! sadistic! male!reader

warning: cussing, dirty talk, degrading, praising, sex

Fucking away your sugar baby’s bad habits <3

“A narcissistic, rude, temperamental,” you said grunting, rutting your hip against him with each word. Pistoning your cock into his warm hole, aiming right for his prostate sending him into a state of bliss. Cries and moans leaving his swollen lips.

The defiance in his expression disappeared without a trace. He had no comeback other than sweet whining and begging to cum.

“Slut,” you smirked and thrusted into him harder, bending him forward. His knees almost touching the mattress, calves trembling in your hold. You folded him, until his eyes met you, laying flat with his hole in the air.

You grinned staring into his watery eyes. You weren’t even sure if that dumb whore could understand you, his eyes glazed over utterly pliant under your touch.

Pressing your cock back into his loose hole you fucked him into the mattress, holding him roughly in position. Your eyes locked on his flushed, desperate face.

You felt your orgasm building in your stomach, his pathetic cock twitching with pearly drops of precum. You wiped his pre cum up with your fingers and shoved it into his open mouth. He whined around your fingers, hot silky mouth immediately sucking on the digits.

“However,” his pleasure addled mind must have registered something other than your cock fucking into his stomach. He looked up at you with a slight question. You could see a hint of trepidation behind the question.

Fuck, it was prefect. Your sweet cock whore, so fucking worried about disappointing you. You could fuck it out of him. You will.

You pull your cock out and slam it back into his hole. He gasped, his whole body trembling with pleasure. The question in his eyes disappeared, moans slipping out his mouth from around your fingers.

“You take my cock so well, almost like,” you leaned in whispering against his ear. “You were made for it.” He whined and when he realized he couldn’t speak around your fingers, frantically nodded his head. His hole clung to your cock, as if he never wanted you to leave his body.

You chuckled and continued your brutal pace, whispering degrading phases wrapped with praise.

“Such a dumb bitch, only meant to be filled with cum. Gonna fill you up, baby. Nice and good. But you're still gonna come crying for my cock tomorrow aren’t you? Pathetic bitch. I should just keep my cock in you all the time.”

Toji’s mind was filled with only two thoughts: yes and more.

He was a broken mess of sobs and cut off whining. Saliva dribbled down his mouth, your fingers forcing his mouth open.

He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so fucking bad. He wanted you to cum in him, leave your mark deep in his guts.

Another deep thrust and you were cumming. He cried out as his own cock spurted out cum over you and his own stomach. His sharp teeth accidentally nipping your finger.

Metallic blood, your blood, filled his mouth. He greedily sucked on your finger. You barely even felt the wound, pulling out your finger, you wiped your blood against his lips, painting them red like lipstick.

He looked beautiful.

You pulled your cock out of him, watching it drip down his ass and onto his stomach. Smiling, you kissed his lips, lazily pulling back when you both ran out of air.

“5 stars would fuck again.” He took a minute to process the statement. Then flushed darker than when you fucked him.

You let his calves go with an affectionate squeeze. Rolling your shoulders, you reached over to the bed stand hiding a smirk. Pulling out your black card you held it out for him. “Good job. Go get yourself a treat.”

You fucking piece of shit. He glared at the card then at your smug face. The effect of his glare was ruined by his cum covered body, the marks you left on his body and the way your blood stained his lips, smudged like lipstick.

To you, he looked adorable like a wet kitten pretending to be tough. You held back your smile and frowned, urging him to take the card.

“Well?” He glared at you harder, unconsciously tugging the sheets under him to cover his body from your cold impersonal gaze. The cum on his body, and sweat sticking to his skin, making him cold in a way he hadn’t felt.

“Sorry,” his voice was hoarse, gruffer than usual. You didn’t feel threatened by his glare or him. His eyes were averted from yours, hands clenching the satin sheet as he sat up.

It was clear he didn’t know what he was apologizing for. He just wanted your affection again. After sex wouldn’t you take care of him like before? He wanted to lay in your arms, spoiled and pampered under your touch, as you cleaned him up.

He sucked in a deep breath and moved forward, crawling towards you with the grace of a big cat. He nuzzled his face against your hand and looked at your with a dependent gaze.

“Take care of me?” Your baby exceeded your expectations. Your eyes widened briefly before you pulled him close to you. Kisses pressed into his hair, and all over his face. Your arms wrapped around him pulling him flush against your warm body.

You had just wanted him to make him regret being a cold asshole, just a bit. Withholding aftercare and treating him like a prostitute seemed like a good idea. But Toji’s hurt eyes, begging for affection hit your heart.

“Yes. Fuck. I’m sorry. Love you. So fucking perfect.” You babbled as you smothered him with affection. He gladly leaned into your touch and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

“Love you too.” He mumbled against your skin, breathing in your scent. Don’t ever leave him. You were his and he was yours.

#toji smut #sub toji #sub male character #sub male yandere #top male reader #dom male reader #sugar daddy reader #sugarbaby Toji #toji x reader #male reader #mean reader

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seraphicsentences · 4 months

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red liquid is hot.

ellie williams x you

love seeing ellie dealing with her partner’s teasing. she’d look at you like this and grab your hands like this. JWKLKSSK need her so bad.

ellie williams x reader. tlou universe.

AN: can you tell i’m obsessed with the idea of movie night? tell me if this is absolutely awful. or don’t. i might not want to know.

tags: tlou universe, praise kink ellie, thigh riding, pussy grinding 😛, clit stim, fingering, making out, lowk mean fem reader, teasing, i probs missed some but u get the idea

“that’s hot,” you comment, eyes glued to the screen.

you had come over to stay the night at ellie’s, giving in to her begs about watching some weird old horror movie joel had found. it was mediocre at best, and you didn’t pay much attention to it, instead distracted by ellie’s mindless stroking on your inner thigh.

what did catch your attention was a rather attractive blood-splattered woman viciously stabbing her knife into a— by now— unrecognizable victim.

the wolffish expression on her face looked uncannily similar to ellie’s when she killed. and the way she wielded her knife…

“you’re kidding,” ellie huffs out a laugh, appalled, turning to you.

“what?… oh don’t look at me like that, I said what I said. that’s hot!” you argue.

ellie continues to stare at you, deadpanned.

“I like my women covered in blood,” you firmly state.

“you. are. SO fucked up,” ellie says, emphasizing every word to make her point. (think dina/ellie scene w/ the weed when ellie says “what. the. fuck is wrong with you.”)

you raise a brow in her direction, smirking, “you’re just jealous.”

ellie’s attitude shifts almost immediately, turning to face you entirely as she sarcastically replies, “oh totally. now can we just watch the movie or are you going to continue drooling over some red liquid?”

“to clarify, I’m drooling over a hot woman covered in ‘red liquid’,” you correct. taking notice of her clenched jaw out of the corner of your eye, you chuckle, “oh don’t worry, I still think you’re hot. the hottest.”

ellie eyes you, squinting, and promptly tells you to shut the fuck up.

finding getting ellie riled up a whole lot more interesting than the contents of the film, you continue to ramble on, “I mean… all I’m saying is that I’d let her do WHATEVER she wants to me. shit, I’ll be a hole for this girl- what’s her name again?”

ellie ignores you.

“ellieeee, what’s the hot chick’s name?” you press.

ellie full-on pauses the movie before turning to look at you, exasperated. “how do you not know her name?!! she’s the main character!”

“oh whatever, this movie’s confusing,” you retort. “how am I supposed to keep track of all these characters? hey- what’s this movie even called?” you ask.

“it’s called: ‘you should shut your mouth before it gets shut for you,” ellie dryly replies.

your lips curl up on one side, and you lean in close to ellie’s face to brush your lips against hers. “aww. you wanna shut my mouth for me?” you pout, looking down at her just- barely parted lips.

she sticks her tongue out to wet them, and you draw your gaze up; her green eyes are darkening with lust by the second. you move to lean away, satisfied with your teasing, but she wraps her arm around your back before you can fully. your head nearly collided with hers from the whiplash, eyes widened from surprise as she drawls, “you want me to, don’t you?” at your silence she lets out a low laugh, taunting, “nothing? use your words, pretty girl.”

“you’re so turned on right now, the blood’s gotten to you too,” is all you jeer.

ellie’s on top of you in a flash, hands firmly securing you by your wrists to the bed as she kisses you fervently. you can’t stop yourself from kissing her back just as passionately, letting out a groan as she slips her tongue into your mouth. your lips part, letting her in eagerly, before she moves to sloppily kiss her way down your neck.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she says, her words slightly muffled by your skin. you mmmph in response as she chuckles, saying between kisses, “I know, I know.”

“off, ellie,” you tell her, tugging at her thin white tank top. she complies, moving it over her head swiftly with a one-armed tug, revealing her perfect tits, pointing at peaks in reaction to the cold air.

she kisses her way back up to your lips, swallowing another one of your desperate moans before moving to take off your black oversized tee (it’s actually ellie’s that she stole from joel 🙄🙄) and tossing it somewhere off the bed (i just KNOW her room has a shit ton of random things thrown everywhere). the second it makes its way over your head she moves her mouth to suckle on one of your nipples, teasing it with baby flicks of her tongue, and playfully biting.

“hey!” you yell.

“that’s what you get for being such a little shit,” she replies, smile utterly wicked as she grins up at you.

she continues to suck bruises into your chest, using her free hand to massage the other as she squeezes and pinches repeatedly. your whines fill the room, tugging at ellie’s messy half-up bun, as you sigh out, “more”.

every touch of her soft lips against your skin feels like fire, and you’re overcome with heat pulsing throughout your body. you can feel yourself soaking through your boy shorts, as you thrust your hips up against ellie in search of some kind of stimulation.

you receive only a chuckle from ellie, and she pauses her assault on your tits to move herself up to face you. tilting her head, smirking, she leans in to ask, “what do you want, gorgeous? where do you want me to touch you, huh?”

you curse ellie out mentally for being a literal chronic bully. (she is 😐. yk she’d take any and every opportunity to tease you.) blushing a furious red you mumble, “you know where. c’mon els, I need you.”

ellie scratches a finger to her head, playing dum. “I actually don’t know? I’m gonna need you to use your words.” she’s wearing a shit-eating grin looking down at you, waiting for your response.

you’re not going to give it to her.

you push past your lust-induced brain fog to muster up enough strength and push her off of you, reversing your positions so you land atop her hips.

clearly not expecting this switch of power, ellie’s eyes widen, looking unbearably sweet as she looks up at you doe-eyed. “fuck,” you hear her mutter under her breath.

without breaking eye contact, you move your hand down between her thighs to cup her, heat radiating off her as she curses again. “I want you just as bad as you want me, els. feel how wet ‘m for you,” you plead, your other hand guiding hers to your core.

she takes the hint and slides them underneath the waistband of your bottoms, teasing, before moving your legs to straddle one of her thighs so she can pull them off entirely. she eyes the dark patch spreading down the hemline and rasps, “shit- this all for me? you’re fucking soaked. gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

you moan in response, mind drilled onto her hands that are tightly gripping your hips now, probably leaving finger-shaped bruises, beckoning your hips to roll forwards on her thigh. you practically sob in relief as you move with her motions, messily grinding yourself down and spreading your arousal all over her leg.

“fu- uck, you look so pretty on top of me like this,” her voice broke with your movements. “you’re drenching my thigh. who’s making you feel this good? tell me,” she begs.

“you- ah,” you sharply inhaled, your clit rubbing perfectly against her, “you do,”

“say my name, pretty,” she says, her biceps flexing deliciously as she keeps you upright.

“ah-shit,” you hiss, the knot in your stomach building up, “ellie’s makin’ m’feel this good.”

“that’s right I am,” she agrees. she slips one of her hands between your shaking thighs to rub harsh circles into your clit, and you nearly topple onto her, crying out, “ellie-els, need you inside of me.”

“fuck- you sound so pretty,” she groans, drunk on your sounds. she moves her hand off your clit and further down to reach your sopping hole, desperately pulsing around nothing.

you’re trembling in anticipation, head tilted back, hips trying to get her closer, as you beg, “please touch me, need you so bad.”

ellie’s drawing circles around your leaking entrance with her fingertips and groans out, “look at me while you take my fingers. let me see you, c’mon.”

it’s pure desperation that fuels you to do so. her piercing eyes feel like they’re setting you alight as she softly praises, “good girl.” she stays true to her word, two fingers sliding into you easily, picking up a fast pace immediately and sending your eyes to the back of your skull. your mouth falls opens in pleasure, sounds of your wetness squelching with every jab of her fingers the only thing you hear.

“that’s it, doing so good for me,” she encourages, curling her fingers to hit that special spot in you. you audibly gasp out, “oh fuck you, ellie,” your eyebrows knitted together.

she laughs to herself, retorting, “I’m actually fucking you right now, but alright.”

you roll your eyes at her words, opening your mouth to throw some snarky comment back at her, but when she moves her thumb to press against your throbbing clit while simultaneously fucking deep into you, a recognizable warmth spreads across your lower stomach and you moan out the only word in your mind, “ellieellieellie, fuck- ellie!“

“I know,” she soothes, “you’re close, aren’t ya? come for me, pretty girl.”

Nodding, you have no choice but to oblige, rocking your hips onto her fingers as you moan out, “yes- oh fuck, I’m coming!”

your vision flashes white for a moment while you ride out the waves of pleasure hitting you one after the other. you’re sure all of Jackson can hear you from how loud you’re moaning, but you can’t bring yourself to care, focused on how good ellie’s hands are making you feel.

coming back to your senses, your arms have now collapsed of exhaustion, and you lean to rest your forehead in the crook of ellie’s neck, panting out into her ear, “so good, ellie, so good,” over and over again.

“forget about what I said earlier,” she says breathlessly, “I like you making all this noise for me.”

you laugh quietly and run your hand down the side of ellie’s body, pushing her shorts upward to squeeze her thigh. “don’t think I forgot about you,” you whisper. she shivers at your words, and you trail your hand back upwards, rising goosebumps on her skin, to caress her breasts. “bet you’re aching real bad, els,” you breathe out.

AN: i need people actually wanting a part 2 for me to actually write it. thoughts? comments? suggestions?

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submenarehotties · 1 year

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“ 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩! „

submissive! katsuki bakugou x dominant! female! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the mha/bnha manga or anime)

cw’s + tw’s: nsfw, explicit language, nipple play (bakugou receives), overstimulation (bakugou receives), mean! reader, slight angst, bakugou wears lingerie, slight blowjob (bakugou receives).

timeskip: “❀ ❀ ❀”

summary: Who says Bakugou can’t have an early birthday present? But - does he even deserve it? After all, he just pissed you off. But, you're pretty generous.

note: bakugou is 18+. you & bakugou are pro-heroes. not proof-read.

word count: 1.4K+

Katsuki Bakugou had been an asshole lately and his birthday was coming up. It was certainly pissing you off. Did he even deserve a present from you?

“Hey dumbass Deku! Where’s my girl?” Bakugou accuses, stomping into Midoriya’s room.

“Hey, Kacchan! And (y/n)? I don’t know where she is.” Midoriya replies with a hand resting on the back of his neck awkwardly.

Bakugou grabs Midoriya by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t call her that, only I get to call her that, shitty Deku.”

“O-Okay… Sorry!” Midoriya apologizes.

“Hey, Izuku, I was wondering if you ha—” You walk into Midoriya’s room, pausing at the scene before you.

Bakugou immediately drops Midoriya at your sudden voice.

Ignoring Midoriya who was on the ground, Bakugou stomped his way over to you, his gaze worried, “Where the hell did you go?”

“Are you hurt?” Bakugou rasped as he scanned you.

“Why would I be hurt…?” You question.

“You weren’t in your room last night.” Bakugou explained, his hands resting at the small of your back, holding you close.

“I was only training Izuku. His skills need to be more refined while fighting, so I offered to help.” You reply confusedly.

Bakugou turned to Midoriya furiously.

"You lied to me? You fucking asshole! You knew exactly where she was—"

A loud slap echoed throughout the room. Everything and everyone in the room froze but you. You roughly grabbed Bakugou's chin and made him look you in the eye.

You were furious. You thought Bakugou had learned and agreed to stop fighting with Midoriya at every chance he could get.

You leaned over his ear and whispered, "I swear Katsuki, if you pull a stunt like that again, I'll leave you hot and bothered, no one to touch you - at all. I don't give a fuck if it's close to your birthday. So do me a favor and shut your goddamn mouth."

When you looked at Bakugou again he had a flushed face.

"Yes, m-ma'am," Bakugou murmured.

“W-What is happening right now?”

Bakugou’s head whips over to Midoriya and he almost bursts out with something stupid that would’ve got him in trouble.

But, Bakugou simply says, “Be quiet, you damn nerd.”

Bakugou’s quiet, but more respectful than you’ve ever seen him.

Midoriya had a blush of his own. Now that made you smirk.

“You’re free to join—if you’d like.” You tease.

You could’ve sweared you saw a flash of green from Midoriya’s fists that were held tightly. Hm…

“Please s-stop. Enough teasing.” Bakugou grumbles under his breath, before storming out of Midoriya’s room.

You chuckled to yourself before calmly walking out of Midoriya’s room, you give Midoriya a wink. Man, it’s so easy to make him blush.

“Damn it—” Bakugou grabs you by your waist and slams Midoriya’s door, pressing you against his shut door. “I can’t leave you alone for a fucking second. Was this your plan? To make me jea—never mind…”

You hummed with a very sweet smile on your face, “I’m getting bored - you’re boring me. Put on a show or I’m moving on.”

Bakugou flinched as if he had been slapped again. You hadn’t even slapped him.

You lied. Bakugou could never bore you. Thrashing against you as you made him give into extreme pleasure. He denyed the pleasure until you proved him wrong.

You wanted to toy with him. Make him hurt, just like he hurts the feelings of others. For no damn reason at all.

“Whatever.” Bakugou murmured, his shoulders slumping, a low sigh escaping him.

Bakugou simply walked away.

You couldn’t contain your smile any longer. It was lucky that he had just left.

One thing you also noticed before you saw Bakugou leave was… He was shaking.

Bakugou couldn’t stand that he couldn’t read your feelings. You didn’t let anyone see.

Bakugou wanted to be the first one.

Bakugou watched you from a distance as you talked with pro-hero, Hawks - as if you hadn’t just hurt his feelings a few minutes ago.

Bakugou thought he was doing a good job for you. But… He was boring you?

He needed to fix that.

❀ ❀ ❀

You and Bakugou shared a house. You had easy access to him. You liked it that way. You took your ‘frustrations’ out on him.

Bakugou heard the door shut and flinched even though he knew the exact time and second you came home.

Usually you’d greet Bakugou. Of course, he always gets home before you.

You rolled your shoulders and let out a tired sigh. You needed a drink. You poured yourself a glass of wine and scrolled through social media.

You heard the bedroom door open then close.

“Hey.” Bakugou whispered in greeting.

Without looking up, you continued to scroll through your phone, glass of wine in your other hand, “Hi.”

You heard Bakugou come closer, but you didn’t dare to pay attention to him. You were ‘mad’.

“‘m sorry.”

“For what, Kats?” You question.

“That you’re bored of me…”

You sighed, finally looking up at Bakugou, shocked at the sight before you. Bakugou in your lingerie.

Just from your stare, Bakugou’s head popped through the panties. He swallowed nervously.

“Come here.” You commanded.

Bakugou listened and moved in front of you.

“You think dressing up as a whore is gonna get me going?” You ask, running a hand down Bakugou’s chest.

“Yes…?” Bakugou sounded unsure as he shuddered from your sudden touch.

Hell yeah it was.

You stand up and grab your wine, walking to the couch, before sitting yourself down comfortably.

“Come sit. Now.”

Bakugou was there in an instant. His hands were shaking, his body covered in goosebumps. You knew he wasn’t cold. He was like a bitch in heat.

“Do you deserve it?” You ask, circling a finger around the head of his cock.

“Deserve what—hmghh…” Bakugou moaned, his hips instinctively thrusting up for friction.

“Fuck, this is so e-embarrassing.” Bakugou murmured his eyes on you, sweat already clouding his sexy face.

“Why not make it more?” You tip your wine glass down his chest, the wine painting his chest red like art.

Bakugou’s eyes were glued to you as you lowered yourself on your knees. You watched Bakugou in return. You spread his legs wide.

“Don’t close your legs. Got it, Kats?” You state.

Bakugou let out a weak whine and gave you a slow nod. He was already in a pleasured state. Just your attention was enough.

You leaned up and placed kisses all down his chest, licking and sucking at any remainder of wine. Bakugou whimpered, his hands all in your hair, his legs shaking trying to keep them open for you.

You flicked his nipples with your tongue. Bakugou was shuddering uncontrollably under you.

“Been a while, hm? Since I last played with you.” You taunted, putting pressure on his dick with your hand.

The friction of the pattern on the panties and the pressure, just felt so damn good to him.

“I-I can’t—!” Bakugou’s head was spinning.

“Going to cum so soon? You’re more desperate than I thought. Hm… Go ahead. Cum for me, Katsuki.” You say, continuing to tease his cock and torture his chest with your mouth.

Splurts of his cum coated your hand and you pulled down the panties and you used his cum as lube to continue to jerk him off. The pleasure quickly ended and turned to a tickling, painful feeling.

“N-No!” Bakugou cried out, trying to close his legs, his hands shakily trying to remove your hands from him.

“I’d like to see you try, you whiny bitch.” You taunt, quickening your strokes on him.

Bakugou was always bad at overstimulation. Just after one time cumming is hard for him. That’s exactly why you chose to do this to him.

“Fuck, I can’t anymore—mghh—nooo!”

“If you can’t anymore, why is your cock still leaking then, hm?”

“I-I—”

Your mouth connected to his cock and he couldn’t hold any sounds from coming out of his mouth even if he tried. Your mouth was so warm. He started to feel pleasure again.

“Feels good. Oh~!” Bakugou started to thrust his hips again.

You teased his cock with your tongue, running your nails down his chest.

He came a second time and was extremely tired and sluggish. You cleaned yourself and him off, changed him, and helped him walk to your shared bedroom.

“‘m forgiven?” Bakugou slurred as you both got into bed.

You smiled.

“Of course you are, Kats. Pretty sure you wear my lingerie better than me.” You tease, as Bakugou buries his head in your neck.

Bakugou only blushes and buries himself further into your neck embarrassedly.

a/n: this was supposed to be posted april 18, but i was lazy and i didn’t have any time to actually write it, but it’s probably already bakugou’s bday anyway. so hbd, you rude bitch!

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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"It would have made you laugh at how pathetic he looks with his mouth hung open like that, but you manage to hold it back."

Mean reader?👀

Mean Reader. 😌

#mean reader #mean!reader #nonnie who loves Nymphomaniac!Justin

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descendant-of-truth · 9 months

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Shipping is fun and all but I swear every single time someone makes a comment, whether as a joke or in a legitimate analysis, about there being "no other explanation" for a pair's interactions, I lose just a bit more of my sanity

Like, no, you guys don't get it. Romance is not about the Amount of devotion, it's about the COLOR. the FLAVOR of it all. a character can be just as devoted to their platonic friend as they are to their romantic partner, and they don't love either of them more, just differently.

But because the majority of people still have it stuck in their minds that romance exists on the highest tier of love, I'm stuck seeing endless takes that boil down to "these two care about each other too much for it to NOT be romantic" as if that's the core determining factor to how literally any of this works

In conclusion: stop telling me that I don't understand the story if I don't interpret the leads as romantic, I am TIRED

#analysis #meta #miscellaneous #fandom #shipping #media discussion #amatonormativity #lgbtq #I feel like tagging any of the fandoms I was thinking of when writing this would be a little mean-spirited potentially #Disclaimer: no one has actually been telling me personally that I don't understand any story in particular #It's just that the way people tend to phrase their analyses feels unnecessarily targeted at the reader and that's just. not great #even if I agree with every other point they make

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nanaslutt · 4 months

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Forgotten lunch

synopsis: Nanami forgets his lunch and you being the sweet wife you are, decide to stop by Jujutsu High to bring it to him

contains: fem reader, established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, possessive!Nanami, rough sex, manhandling, squirting, oral(f!r), cum eating, office sex

note: this was a vip request from a friend :3 i hope u enjoy <3

MDNI

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You awoke to a chime sounding from your phone on the nightstand, a text message from your husband, Nanami. He texted you only seconds ago, letting you know he had left for work and would be home later that night. He did this every time he left for work when you were still asleep, and every time it never failed to make you swoon. It was such a small thing, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You couldn't wait for the day you transferred to work at Jujutsu High instead of the Kyoto school. The thought of getting ready every morning with Nanami and commuting to work together--maybe stopping at a coffee shop before you arrived at the school, made your heart flutter. Only two more weeks and your fantasies would become a reality.

After stretching your body and groaning dramatically, messing up the sheets in the process as you splayed your body out along the length of the bed like a starfish, you begrudgingly pulled yourself out of bed and got ready for the day. You had finished all of your assignments early the day before, meaning you had a day off. A rare occasion, but one you were extremely grateful for.

When you walked into your shared bathroom to wash your face, you were met with a small pink sticky note on your side of the bathroom, a heart, and the words 'Have a good day' written in Nanami's neat handwriting. You smiled as you looked at it before putting on your headband to keep the stray hairs out of your face as you continued with your skincare.

Once you had finished all of your morning care, and pulled on a simple, comfortable outfit, you strolled into the kitchen for breakfast, rubbing the back of your neck as you walked into the room. Immediately, you noticed Nanami's grey lunchbox sitting atop the counter. Furrowing your eyebrows, you walked up to the bag, wondering if he had forgotten his lunch, or if he had used a different bag today and this was the one he used the day prior.

Sure enough, when you unzipped the bag, it was full of the lunch you had prepared for him the day before, the cold leaked out into the air, feeling it on your fingertips as you looked inside, letting you know that the food inside was still good. Thank god for insulated lunch boxes. You shook your head and smiled at his mistake, it was unusual that Nanami missed something like this, he was a man severely devoted to his schedule after all.

You chalked it up to him being a little tired from the night before, causing his lunch to slip his mind. Because you had the day off, you might've been a little selfish the night before when you made Nanami fuck you into the sheets over and over again. Clinging onto him as you whispered into his ear 'Don't stop, give me more~' until the early hours of the night.

It's not like Nanami was complaining, he was just as eager as you were. You definitely could've shortened your... session a little bit for his sake though. Maybe you would've if his dick allowed you to think of anything other than how deep it was inside you. Shaking your head you snapped yourself back into the present, pushing down the growing arousal you felt between your thighs while your brain replayed the most intimate moments you spent together last night.

Clearing your throat, you zipped the lunch bag shut, taking it in your hand as you decided to take it to him. You had nothing to do on this day anyway, it's not like it was a hindrance to you in any way. Besides, Nanami's commute to the school was so close--a lot closer than you were to the Kyoto school.

Sitting on the floor with Nanami's lunchbox beside you, you pulled your shoes on, getting ready to leave. You checked your appearance in the mirror before you walked out the door, making sure you looked presentable before you saw your husband, ignoring the fact that Nanami had said many many times that he would find you attractive if you were in a garbage bag.

You were surprised Nanami hadn't texted you about his missing lunch. Maybe he still hadn't noticed, even if he did, you doubted he would ask you to bring it to him. Even though he knew you had nothing going on today, Nanami wouldn't want to inconvenience you--such a selfless man. You grabbed the handle of his lunchbox, lifting it from the floor, and with that, you were on your way.

You always loved the Jujutsu High campus. The scenery was beautiful, and the plants and flowers that decorated nicely around the buildings were so well tended to, making it look so clean and inviting. Another plus was the people. Everyone here was so sweet and welcoming, save for a certain old guitarist who appeared to be withering away in front of your eyes, and the higher-ups of course. It was seldom that you saw them though.

The students on campus loved you as well, they were all so excited when they heard from Nanami that you were transferring. You hadn't had many interactions with them, but you could tell they were good kids and respected your husband, especially a young Yuji Itadori, who seemed to almost worship the ground Nanami walked on.

You knew the way to Nanami's office with ease, you had been there many times when you got off work before him and decided to come to his work and sit in his office with him while he finished up. Strolling through the quiet halls of the teacher's offices, your eyes lit up when they landed on Nanami's, his office placed next to Gojo's, whose door was poorly decorated with flowers and hearts that looked like third graders had drawn them. It always made you smile when you saw it.

You knocked softly against Kento's door, not speaking as you wanted to surprise him. Before you even finished, the door was being swung open, and your eyes were met with your husband's, his reading glasses pushed atop his head, his hair being pushed back with them. You shamelessly raked your eyes over his body, god he looked good in a suit. His built stature was practically ripping through the material of his clothes, making your thoughts run rampant. You hoped he didn't catch the blush spreading across your cheeks.

"I sensed your cursed energy, what are you doing here my love?" Nanami asked. The tips of his ears were turning a light shade of pink. He was excited to see you--cute. Your hands were behind your back, hiding his lunch box from his view. He said a quiet 'come inside' before you spoke, stepping to the side as he opened his door more for you, letting you into his space.

You didn't miss the way he locked the door after he shut it, making you smile to yourself. "Forgot something, Ken?" You asked, tilting your head at him knowingly as you revealed his lunch box to him, holding it out with both hands in front of him. Nanami sighed, a small smile gracing his features as he took the lunchbox from you, taking a few steps to set in on his desk before he walked back over to you and wrapped his strong arms around your body.

"You didn't have to bring it all the way here, I would've realized at some point and gone to a cafe to get something to eat." He explained, his large hand caressing the side of your cheek. Nanami's body heat spread throughout your entire body as he held you against his chest, nuzzling your cheek instinctually against his hand. "I made your favorite, wouldn't want you to miss out. I'm not doing anything today anyways, it was nothing." You replied, tipping your face against his hand so you could press a kiss to the side of his palm.

Nanami leaned his face down toward yours, his hand sliding down to your neck as he rested it there softly. His eyes flit between your soft lips and your gentle eyes, filled with so much love for him. "Mmmm." He moaned against you as he pressed your lips together, relishing how soft you felt against him. He kissed you slowly, passionately, before he pulled back, way too soon for your liking.

You felt that same throbbing you felt while you were fantasizing about the night before making its appearance once more as he looked down at you with a smile, brushing the stray hairs from your face. "Well, I appreciate it, my love. Truthfully I would've been slightly disappointed when lunchtime came around and I realized I wouldn't get to eat you're cooking." Nanami said, his hands pulling away from your waist as he made his way back to his desk, sitting down in his expensive office chair.

While you mourned the loss of his hands on you, your greedy eyes took in the way his thighs bulged through his pants as he sat down, the material covering them straining to fit his muscles. Maybe you should get him some new pants... or maybe not, the sight of them was too delicious.

Biting your lip, you strolled over to him as he looked back down at his documents, his glasses finding their home on the bridge of his nose. "What are your plans for the day? Just relaxing or did you need to go out for something?" Nanami asked, keeping his eyes on his paperwork. His body jolted slightly before relaxing when you came up behind him and started massaging his shoulders with your smaller hands.

Your fingers dug into his muscles, working him over so well as you loosened the knots in his shoulders. Nanami rolled his head to the side, pressing his lips together as his eyes fell shut, relaxing against your touch. You leaned against the shell of his ear, biting the tip of his before you whispered teasingly, "I was just going to wait at home all alone in my panties till my husband came home."

Nanami groaned in response, his eyes cracking open as he looked to the ceiling for help before he looked back down at his document when he realized what you were trying to do. "Don't do this right now." He said sternly, trying to ignore the heat that started to bloom deep in his stomach from your words. "Do what? I'm just helping you relax. I can't do that?" You replied, playing dumb.

Nanami felt his cock stir to life in his pants. He hated that he liked it when you played coy with him. "Honey, I have a lot of work to do. Was yesterday not enough?" Kento responded, his eyes fluttering when your thumbs dug into a particularly tense spot in his shoulders. You felt your arousal grow at his mention of what the two of you did last night. "I can never get enough of you Ken~" You teased, saying his name seductively in his ear.

"Honey please." He begged, doing his best not to give in to you. "Gojo is just one room over, I can't do this with you right now." He said firmly, his shoulders flexing under your hands when he leaned forward to start reviewing the documents in front of him. "Hm? Why are you bringing him up? What kinds of lewd things are you thinking about in there?" You teased, tapping the top of his head with your finger.

Nanami was already fully hard in his slacks, just from a few touches and a couple of dirty words from you. Your ability to rile him up like this was truly a talent, he was absolutely whipped by you. You peeked over his shoulder when he stayed quiet, looking down at the very obvious bulge in his pants as he wrote something unintelligible on the paper, trying to look busy.

"Are you hard, baby? I didn't even do anything, what got you so worked up?" You giggled, biting your lip as you watched his cock twitch through his pants, the sight making your mouth water. Nanami was losing his cool, he didn't know how much more of your teasing he could take. You decided to test your luck further, sliding your hands down his shoulders your ran them over his chest, your fingers teasing his solid pecs over his shirt.

Nanami groaned when you raked your nails back up the expanse of his chest, they scratched over his sensitive nipples, making his cock twitch in his pants. You were about to say something overconfident and snarky, but you were cut off when Nanami stood from his chair, shoved it to the side away from his desk, and turned around to catch your slender neck in his hand.

"You really wanna get fucked here? Want me to pause my work because my wife is a needy slut?" He growled lowly, keeping a firm grip on your neck as he brought his face close to yours, his other hand holding your waist firmly. The sudden change in his demeanor made your head spin as you smiled at him. You were getting exactly what you wanted. "Yes please." You said selfishly, your smile growing with your arousal as you kept your lidded eyes on your handsome husband's face, plastered with frustration.

Your hands came up to grip Nanami's wrist that was holding your neck as you waited for him to make his next move. He licked his teeth before he manhandled you down on the desk, your chest crumpling any of the documents that were unfortunate enough to be sitting in front of him. He kept a large hand on the back of your neck while your hands gripped the edge of the desk.

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and echoing in your ears from how excited you were. You tried to turn your head far enough so you could watch Nanami undo his belt when you heard the clinking of the metal as he ripped the leather from the confines of the belt loops on his pants. "What do you think you're looking at?" Kento asked harshly, squinting his eyes at you as he hastily unzipped his pants to release his cock from the too-tight confines of his work pants.

"Your cock." You said boldly, your eyes locking onto the appendage as he pulled it out from his boxers, keeping his pants on but lower on his hips so his cock had enough space to get out. Nanami wrapped his hand around his dick, the tip already dripping pre-cum onto the floor from how worked up he was.

"You want this as bad as I do, don't you Ken?" You asked, wiggling your ass at him. You really weren't planning on jumping on Nanami like this when you decided to bring his lunch to him, but a single quick one over of his impressive frame in his work clothes managed to change that. "Shut up." He growled back, releasing his cock after he gave it a few strokes to pull down the casual pants you wore, panties and all, exposing your dripping cunt to the room.

"If you wanna pretend you're all angry with me you can, I like when you get rough." You teased, feeling a new wave of arousal wash over you when he exposed your cunt to the room. You watched from your peripheral as his eyes took in your soaked cunt, his thumb spreading open your folds to his greedy eyes. "And what makes you think I'm pretending, hm?" Nanami spat, the vein in his forehead popping out at your teasing.

He slid his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow teasing circles over it, effectively shutting you up. The hand he had on the back of your neck tightened against you as he watched your jaw drop in a small o, your eyes fluttering back in your head. "So fucking easy, all I gotta do is touch your clit a little and you behave," Nanami said, his cock dripping pre-cum against your ass as he throbbed watching your face contort from your pleasure.

"'M n-not easy." You tried to spit back. Nanami was right though, the second he gave you any sort of attention, you were a good girl. He knew just how to calm you down. "No?" He asked, rubbing his thumb faster against your clit. "Look at yourself." He said, his fingers on your neck emphasizing his words with a squeeze to your pulse point.

You tried to press your thighs together as he rubbed your clit, but Nanami was having none of that. His larger thigh knocked your knees apart, keeping you spread open for him so he had full access to your pretty pussy. "You're gonna be quiet when I fuck you. Not gonna make a fucking sound." Nanami instructed, not giving you an option.

You nodded, agreeing to his words--but honestly, you would say anything he wanted you to if it meant he gave you his cock. You whined at the loss of his thumb against your pussy, but the feeling was soon replaced by the fat head of his cock, rubbing up and down your folds, mixing his precum with your juices, making sure his cock was nice and wet before he fucked you.

"Let me know you heard me, tell me you're going to be quiet," Nanami repeated, catching his head against your entrance and pressing against it teasingly before he pulled back, making you whine. "Yes, yes Ken I'll be quiet, just-, please." You begged, trying to push your ass back against him so he would give you his dick already.

"Please what?" He asked. You didn't miss the teasing tone his voice took, it was his turn to play with you now. "Y-your cock, give me your cock pleasee~" You whined, pouting against his desk as you tried to look back at him through your blurry peripheral. Nanami released the back of your neck to grab both of your wrists in his one large hand, keeping them restrained against your lower back. "So easy." He repeated, referencing his words earlier as he slowly slid his cock into your cunt.

Your jaw fell open agaisnt the wood of his desk before a loud moan slipped from your lips. Nanami wasted no time in wrapping a hand under your face and pressing his hand against your mouth, his back lying flush against yours as he crushed you with his weight, his hand restraining your wrists being crushed between your bodies, his mouth right against your ear as he spoke, "Be fucking quiet." He groaned, keeping his voice semi-quiet as he spoke.

"Two inches of my cock inside you and you break your promise?" He whispered, thrusting the rest of his cock inside you, a muffled moan resounding against Nanami's hand. "I wasn't fucking kidding. Gojo is right on the other side of that wall and you just moaned like a slut for everyone to hear." He growled, slowly humping his hips against your ass.

You let out soft moans against his hand, your eyes rolling back in your head each time his fat tip brushed against your sweet spot deep inside you. "You're my fucking wife. No one else gets to hear how you cry for me when I fuck you, got that?" He whispered, his deep voice in your ear sending goosebumps down your spine. You loved when Nanami got possessive, it made you feel so fucking hot all over.

You nodded against the desk, your pussy squeezing tightly around his cock as he fucked you open for him. He kept his weight against your back as he fucked you, his balls slapping against your thighs making lewd noises to echo around his office. He was too worried about your moans, he should've been more concerned with that. Anyone who walked by his room would easily be able to tell what was going on from the slapping alone, whether or not you were making any sound.

You did your best to keep your moans quiet as he pressed his hand against your mouth, but it was proving to be so fucking hard. It was rare that you and Nanami got intimate at any place other than your home, so you weren't used to having to be quiet. It wasn't like you had much of a choice either. Nanami was fucking you so hard, he was practically punching the sounds out of your body.

His cock was touching all the right places inside you, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "God your pussy is squeezing me so tight." Nanami groaned, his head burring in the crook of your neck as he whispered the words, his hot breath tickling your skin. "M-mmmm" You moaned into his hand, your ass wiggling back against him as you tried to escape the intense pleasure he was giving you--or were you trying to get more? You couldn't remember, he was fucking you dumb.

"What's wrong? Too much?" Nanami asked, faux sympathy laced in his voice. He sped up the pace of his hips against you, the slapping echoing louder in the room as he abused your g-spot with his cockhead. You could only whine against his hand, unsure what you would've said if he wasn't covering your mouth. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He growled.

You whined, your legs shaking from the intense pleasure flooding your body. Nanami's balls were slapping harshly against your clit, making your brain turn to mush as he fucked you so deep. "Shhhhh." He reminded when you started to get a little too cockdrunk, forgetting where you were. His hand could only do so much in keeping your moans down, he needed you to help him out a bit. "Be quiet baby, do this one thing for me, c'mon." He urged.

You wanted to laugh. How could he say that, then somehow fuck his cock deeper inside you? Fucking tease, he knew what he was doing. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm build up inside you. All the stimulation was too much. Your hands started to go numb from how hard Nanami was gripping your wrists combined with his body weight crushing them. That was another thing--his body weight.

He was effectively suffocating you but in the best way. Each time his cock slid inside you, it punched the air from your lungs, and with how much he was laying on you, it was making it very hard to recover from his thrusts and take in a breath. It felt like he was choking you, but ten times more intense, and you loved it.

You think that's why your orgasm came on so quickly. The anticipation combined with how deep he was pounding into you was going to make you cum--and hard, all over his cock. "You got tighter...are you close? Hm? Gonna cum all over my dick right now?" He asked against your air, his deep voice only adding fuel to the fire as his soft lips sucked the lobe of your ear into his mouth, his teeth slightly pulling on it.

You nodded, your moans increasing in frequency but the volume stayed the same, you didn't want to anger Kento more than you already had. "Good, do it. Cum all over my cock, pretty girl, c'mon." He cooed into your ear, his own dick twitching inside you with his impending release as he kept the same pace up, working you higher and higher to your orgasm.

Your shins crossed over one another with the sheer intensity of the pleasure you were feeling. Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth fell open against his palm as it opened in a silent scream. "Yeah, that's it- oh fuckkkk, atta girl, good fucking girlll." Nanami groaned as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your moans sounded shaky as the rest of your body jolted as it was wracked with your high.

Nanami didn't have to look to know you had just squirted all over his cock, and undoubtedly all over his pants. "Gonna cum inside you, that's what you want right? Wanna feel me deep inside you?" He babbled against your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy and stuttered the closer her got to the edge. He released the hand he had on your mouth so you could speak, he needed to hear you beg for him.

"Y-ess Ken c-cum inside me pleaseee~" You whined, your moans coming out slurred and choppy as he fucked you through the aftershocks of your high, slightly overstimulating you as he used your cunt to get him off. "O-okay okay- fuck c-cumming-" Nanami's hips stilled against your ass as his cock twitched inside you with every rope of cum he shot deep inside. His balls clenched with his cock as he released all of his seed inside you, groaning loudly against your ear--so much for being quiet.

"Oh fuck- there's s-so much." You whined back, keeping your thighs pressed together as he rolled his hips against you, letting your walls milk him entirely before he stopped moving. "God... fuck..." Nanami huffed as he came down from his high, his body crushing yours even more as he relaxed against you from such an intense orgasm.

He was still deep inside you and he could already feel how his seed was spilling out around his dick from how much he had given you. "K-ken... can't... breathe..." You whispered against the desk, your cheek being squished into the wood. Nanami quickly sat up, standing his full weight on shaky legs. "Sorry honey, that really took a lot out of me." Nanami groaned as he slowly pulled his spent cock out of your tight walls.

You hissed in overstimulation as he slid out of you. Your walls clenched around him in instinct, making him wince as your pussy hugged his tip before he slid it fully out of you. He reached over your body to grab the tissues on the side of his desk, grabbing a couple as he wiped his cock clean before tucking it back in his pants.

You layed still against the desk for a couple of seconds before you tried to push yourself up. You were quickly stopped by your husband, who pressed his hand against your lower back, keeping you on his desk. "Don't move." He instructed, to which you obeyed, blushing as you laid still against the wooden desk, your body still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.

You looked around the room as you waited for Nanami to do something. Your body jolted when you felt his tongue lap at your used cunt, his large hands gripping the fat of your ass as he spread you apart so he could clean you better with his tongue. You slapped your own hand over your mouth as he ate his cum out of you, making you whine in oversensitivity.

"K-kento!" You whined through your fingers, your free hand shooting back to rake through his sweaty hair, your head tipping to the side so you could make eye contact with his lidded eyes as he licked through your folds, cleaning you up. Nanami moaned in response, shaking his head against you so he could get his face deeper, tasting your combined essence on his tongue.

You blushed at his antics, moaning softly agaisnt your hand before he pulled away, standing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at you innocently. "How's your cum taste?" You teased, smirking at him with a flushed face. He smirked back before he lifted your tired body and placed you on his lap, facing him, as he sat down on his office chair.

You adjusted your pants on top of him, covering your cunt with your pants and panties once more before he gripped your chin and leaned forward. You leaned into the kiss, your lips slotting together with his as he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you slowly. You tasted the familiar bitterness of his cum on your tongue, mixed with something else you could only assume was yourself.

He pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you together as you gazed at him with a slightly slack jaw. "You tell me, how do I taste?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over your lip before he dropped both hands to your thighs, rubbing the skin there soothingly.

You blushed at how bold he was being, oh how the tables turned. You pouted at him as he smirked, rubbing his hands along the soft material of your pants. "Any chance this was premeditated and you brought an extra pair of pants for me?" Nanami asked, looking down at the very obvious wet spots on his crotch and thighs from where you squirted on him.

"Was that- did I do that?" You asked, looking down at the mess and blushing furiously. You don't know how you were only noticing it now, it was a massive dark patch, really. "Yes baby, you did that," Kento responded, nodding. You looked around the room for anything that could be suitable pants or at least something he could use to cover himself when he left for the day.

After your eyes found nothing, of course, because you were in Nanami Kento's office, the very organized man who only brought with him what was necessary--you looked back to him before speaking, "You uh... you wanna wear my pants?"

It was the thought that mattered.

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