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dejwrites · 2 years
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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ one last night ⠀ 〳 ⠀ s.kogami ‵
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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) kogami makes one last stop before skipping town.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — tw: female reader, female anatomy described, psycho pass spoilers included, best friend to lovers trope with a hint of unrequited lovers trope, flashbacks is in italics, two idiots that don't want to admit they like each other, soft!kogami yay, mentions of reader being a teacher, mentions of that three word eight-letter phrase, this is not my best work but i like it ok, wc: 4k, smut warnings include — missionary position, usage of spit, soft smut, no roughness is included in this, straight love making my lovelies
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YOUR MOTHER ALWAYS TOLD YOU THAT LOVE IS SUCH A STRANGE FEELING. You’ll know when you’re in love. It’s that strange feeling of butterflies that erupt in your stomach when the person you’re crushing on enters the room. It’s the way you’re left breathless when you get a whiff of their scent. Or you find the littlest things that remind you of them. You always had that feeling when he was around. It was like that ever since you were younger. Innocent smile when you see him enter the playground and instantly run over to you to show off his dinosaur band-aid that his parents put on him after he fell. Or the way your teary eyes lit up when he aggressively snatched a toy out of another boy's hand after taking it from you. Or when he would give you his jet black leather jacket for you to put on when he would walk you home from school when you were teenagers.
You hated to admit that maybe you were in over your head. In a cyberpunk atmosphere you were living in, you could be as young as five and be labeled as a criminal before you even learned how to tie your shoes. It was a pretty strange world you lived in, but you managed. You got a job as a preschool teacher. You had a pretty comfy apartment and a cat named Kiko, you were enjoying life. 
But you never knew that your once life consisted of the same peaceful events that didn’t cloud your hue until you heard a knock at your door. As you were up creating a lesson plan for your students, your eyes darted to your front door. The knocking only grows louder. You stood up slowly and quietly, hoping this wasn’t some prank your neighbors' teenage sons would be pulling. When you checked the peephole, your breath hitched in your throat and your heart instantly started beating quicker. 
When you opened the door, you couldn’t help being frozen. Your eyes were staring at him. Taking in everything. From the way blood was on the shirt, he was wearing to the cuts and bruises on his face. You knew of Kogami’s job. Who didn’t when you were dealing with criminals daily? But you didn’t understand why he was here? When he first accepted the position, he made it clear that he had to cut ties. He refused to accept the possibility of his occupation coming back to you. 
That was Kogami Shinya for you. 
“Are you okay?” You asked. “Come in before anyone sees you,” 
You stepped aside letting him stumble into your apartment. His boots glided across the floor dragging along a trail of blood also. You closed the door with quickness and you were searching for the right words to say and the best you could say was, “You look like shit.” 
“Is that how you greet your best friend?” He asked with sarcasm stinging his tongue while he was stripping right in front of you.
“Oh my god!” You shrieked as you turned around. “The bathroom is right down the hall. You can get yourself cleaned up. I’ll grab the first aid kit and I’m pretty sure you have some spare clothes here, that is if you haven’t grown too drastically since the last time we’ve seen each other.” 
You could hear Kogami grumble something under his breath before he’s waltzing into the bathroom down the hall. With quickness, you’re collecting his dirty clothes to put in your laundry bin. You also collected some clothes of his and the first aid kit like you promised. You wanted to question why he was here? After all these years why show up here at your place now? As Kogami showered, you were searching for your first aid kit and the questions you were planning to say to him. 
How are you? Did you lose my number or something? Why are you here? 
Yeah, those questions would be good to start with. When you found the first aid kit, you placed it on your coffee table in the living room and moved on to the next task to find something for him to wear. You still had some clothes of his. When you found something for him to wear, it was in a box filled with some of his old stuff that collected dust in your closet. When you collected the clothes, you knocked on the door three times before sliding in. The steam from the shower causes you to feel hot. The shower curtain was drawn so you couldn’t see Kogami’s naked body. You put the clothes down and walk out of the bathroom before he could even pop his head out of the shower to notice you were in there. 
When Kogami was done, it made you realize just how serious he took his hygiene. Any trace of dried-up blood that stained his skin was gone. You could even smell your shampoo in the dark-colored hair that fell in his face. It was as if he didn’t arrive at your house like he had just got finished battling his own demons. You sat on one side of your sofa, dabbing the cotton ball on the cut on Kogami’s forehead. You could hear him wince at your action. “Sorry,” You mumbled as you placed the cotton ball on the table, and then you’re grabbing the ointment to put some ointment on the cut. 
“You never told me why you’re here?” You questioned as you were using a q-tip to rub the ointment on the cut. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy seeing your face after so many years. But, why come visit now?” 
You have gone through so much alone and without him. On some days like the day your father was killed—you wanted to see him so badly. You wanted to call Kogami, but you knew with the riots of people questioning the Sibyl System, his hands were full. With his silence to your question, you assumed that he was here because of work. It wouldn’t be shocking that a mission with his job would lead him to come to you bloody and look like he’s been in a war. However, you were sure that he could have gotten better treatment at his job from professionals.
“I’m leaving town, Y/N,” Kogami firmly said as he shifted his head to the side to look at you.
“What? Like on a mission or?” Your voice trails off as your finger pushes his face back to look straight. 
You hated when he gave you that look. A look of worry on how you’ll take the news. He gave you a similar look when he sat across a table in front of you stating that he was cutting ties with you for the sake of his job and your safety. Was this a similar reason? Was he trying to protect you? 
“No.” He stated as he looked at you. “I did something that landed me in some trouble at my job. So I have to go.” 
You were putting the stuff back into the first aid kit trying to process what he was saying. He did something wrong so therefore he had to leave town. 
“Oh.” was the only thing you could muster up to say.
You could feel a sad pit grow in your stomach. Your emotions were hitting you all at once and you didn’t know what to say or do. You couldn’t understand why he would come to your place to tell you this. He could have just left without a word, but here he was giving you this news. Your eyes began to water but you were quick to use the sleeve to the long sleeve shirt you were wearing. Once again Kogami was giving you that look of sorrow. It was the same soft look he gave you when he was forced to break your heart into a million pieces for the sake of your safety. 
You were forced to think about all the memories you two shared, more specifically the ones where you two were younger. You two were insufferable, joint by the hip no matter what and now he was finally tugging away from you one last time, but this time it could be the tug that broke you two apart forever. 
“I can’t believe you spend your money on those silly toy vending machines,” Seventeen year old you said as you rolled your eyes at your best friend. 
He’s been giving you silly little toy capsules from a toy vending machine in front of the local grocery store since the two of you were twelve. You always rolled your eyes playfully at the gesture, but you never threw away any of them since. You had a small box filled with bracelets, small soldier figurines, mini plastic balls, and so much more. 
“I want a specific one.” Kogami sighed as he leaned forward to take some of your food off your plate.
“Why won’t you just ask them to open the damn thing?” You asked.
“That would be cheating,” Kogami said. “I’ll get what I want eventually,” He says, giving you a sly grin.
“I don’t want to have to upgrade my box full of them. So whatever toy you’re trying to give to me Ko, please don’t. I appreciate the gesture, but god the box filled with the others is getting full.” You whined before sipping at your drink.
“Oh, so you actually do keep them? Last time you told me you just trash them,” Kogami’s eyes had a curious glint in them.
You felt the blood in your body rush to your face. It felt like it grew ten times hotter when he said that. “I started keeping them when you first gave them to me when we were younger and so why stop now?” You said with a shrug.
You only gained a hum from him before he’s sipping his drink and going back to eating the fries off your plate. 
“What did you do?” You asked. “It had to be something bad for you to come to me like this and confess that you’re leaving after years of us not seeing each other.” 
“It was considered ethically bad to them, but it’s what he deserved,” He bluntly admitted. 
“He?” You asked. 
“Mhm.” He simply said. He noticed the look you were giving him and he slumped backward on your sofa. “Please don’t ask any questions about it, I just need to rest up before I leave.”
“Okay.” You firmly said before sighing. “I’m not going to question anymore of whatever is going on. I know you’ll only give me that long lecture about it will only put my life in danger, blah..blah..blah—the same speech you gave me years ago.” You stood up to put the first aid kit back to its rightful place, also being sure to trash any bloody cotton balls and gauzes. 
You heard Kogami chuckle before he’s making himself comfortable on your couch that was obviously too small for him. He could have just slept in your bed, it wouldn’t have been the first time you two shared a bed. “You ate? My mom dropped off some curry and rice earlier. If I recall, you used to love her cooking when we were younger.” You asked from the kitchen. 
Kogami who was attempting to sleep off the brutalizing pain of the bumps and falls he’s taken today would only say, “No. I just want to sleep.” 
Silence overcame the two friends before a grumble erupted from Kogami’s stomach that caused you to giggle. “I’ll heat you some anyway so you can eat. To be honest, you can probably take the whole container for your trip out of the city. I think my mom is trying to curry me to death because it was my dad's favorite meal.” You explained while you were making a plate of food for Kogami. 
“Was?” He asked. He had given up attempting to sleep, his forearm pushing him upward to look at you walking around the kitchen. 
“Yeah, he died.” You sighed as you placed the plate in the microwave. “He just was at the wrong place at the wrong time when it got hectic during those riots,” You said. 
You noticed the twitch in Kogami’s lip before he’s leaning right back to lay on the couch that was too big for him. “Sorry for your lost,” He said out loud. “I feel bad for missing the funeral,” He adds. 
“It’s only my fault. I wanted to call you so badly.” You leaned against your kitchen counter. “But, I couldn’t muster up the courage to do so. With the riots, I just thought you would have too much on your plate.” You explained.
The familiar aroma of your mom’s curry swirled around your apartment. It was a smell that brought back memories from when he was younger and your parents always opened their home for him to come over. 
“I would have made time to come you know,” Kogami said.
“I know.” You simply sighed. Your heart felt heavy in your chest but you took the opportunity to use the hot plate of food being ready to change the subject. 
You place the food on the coffee table and also grab him something to drink. “Dig in, this could be the last time you taste it.” 
You sat back down on the floor continuing to do what you were doing before he arrived. You could hear the sound of Kogami’s utensils scraping away at the plate and his low chewing sound while you two basked in each other's silence.
“How have you been though? Other than being the obvious rule breaker you are?” Your eyes glanced up at him tapping your ballpoint pen on the table. 
You didn’t particularly want to know more details that landed him on your couch and on the run, you just needed to know how he was behind that cold heart of his. You couldn’t imagine what he has witnessed considering his job to society. 
“I’m okay.” He simply said before he stood up to go wash the dish he was used. 
You chuckled to yourself at both his answer and his actions. He was still the same boy you’ve known since you were younger. You could hear him shuffling around your apartment while you were making notes in your planning book. You could hear him from the bathroom, “Where are your spare toothbrushes?” He yelled from the bathroom. 
“Check the closet near the bathroom.” You responded. 
Once again you heard his footsteps scattering around your apartment and eventually he returned plopping down on the floor in front of you. You could feel his eyes staring a hole into you. “What are you working on?” He asked.
Before you could answer his question, he slid the notebook towards himself. His eyes looking at your lesson plan for the week. “I still can believe that you’re really a teacher. When we were in high school, your eyes practically lit up seeing little children.” 
Your cheeks flushed while you were clicking your pen. “I mean, you had your dream and I had mine.” You grabbed your notebook back. 
Now that the two of you were going down memory lane, you managed to get sidetracked from your lesson planning. “Remember you used to collect those toy capsules things? I still would like to know.” 
Kogami leaned forward resting his elbow on the wooden coffee table. “Know what?” He asked. 
“Was there like a certain toy you were trying to get?” You asked. 
“It was, but I gave up once I became an inspector.” He admits. 
“Oh.” Your lips formed a perfect ‘o’ shape before you’re speaking once more, “Such a weird thing to do.” 
“And they were very weird for you to collect.” Kogami playfully rolled his eyes at you.
“I couldn’t just throw them away, you kept giving them to me. It would feel like I’m throwing our friendship away or something.” You shrugged. “It’s nice to talk to you again even though it’s going to end pretty soon.” 
“They’re going to know I came here.” Kogami sighs realizing that the light banter between you two was slowly being masked by the fact that he was on the run. 
“I know.” You said. “So, why’d you come here? You haven’t contacted me in years to protect me—but suddenly think stopping by my home when you’re on the run is the best thing to do.” 
Once again the two of you bask in that comfortable silence you were a little too familiar with.
“I love you. I couldn’t just leave without telling you this.”
“It’s not fair for you to say this when you’re about to leave. That’s just so reckless of you, you know I’m an overthinker. Now you’re going to be on the run and I’m going have to worry about you because you’re so in love with me.” Your nervous rambling was interrupted by his soft plush lips on yours. 
It took you by shock because you haven’t felt his lips on yours in a long time. You hated to admit that it was a feeling you missed as years went on without him being in your life. Your body leaned against the coffee table before you’re breaking apart completely. It didn’t take long before you were crawling to be in his arms once again. Lips connecting with quickness as the kisses grew even more passionate before the uneventful events traveled to your bedroom. 
With each soft kiss on your lips, you couldn’t help but let out soft whimpers wanting more. You were aware that tonight was your last night with him and you probably wouldn’t see him anymore. Your bodies intertwined with each other as clothes littered the floor with each passing section, the two of you so prepared to finally become one. Fingers grasping for each other and faint whimpers when being touched in the right spot. It was as if Kogami and yourself weren’t apart for many years prior. It was as if he was expressing a hidden love for you with each kiss, nibble, and lick he pressed upon your delicate flesh. As the minutes passed, you realized that Kogami was you doing such lewd things with Kogami was your first in a while. 
Kogami was your first everything. He was the first boy whose hand you held, even though some would say it didn’t count because he was your line buddy in elementary school. Your first kiss when you two were fifteen and played seven minutes in heaven at a friend’s party. Obviously, he was the one that took your virginity in the backseat of your mom’s car after you got your driver’s license. Some would question why exactly you two weren’t dating. You never knew the answer to that question, but Kogami did. 
He couldn’t have you intertwined in the danger of his job. Any criminal could have used you for leverage. Shogo Makishima could have dangled you right in front of Kogami’s eyes without care and he wouldn’t have been able to sleep at night if that was to happen. Although the man was dead—it still sent a treacherous chill down Kogami’s spine at the thought of that happening. That dangerous feeling that sat heavily on Kogami’s heart went away when he felt the tip of his cock teasing at your drooling entrance. 
The moon peaked through the sheer curtains in your bedroom, but he still had a perfect view of your gorgeous face. A beautiful sight of seeing the way your kiss swollen lips gasped apart feeling his plump tip finally push itself upon your gummy walls. The grip upon your thigh was a little familiar, forcing you to remember the heat of the moment of losing your virginity in a similar position years ago. 
Your lips gasped apart feeling him inch slowly towards kissing your cervix. Your fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his forearm that was prompt near you. His eyes soften seeing your teeth graze at your lower lip. His fingertips trace alongside your soft skin before speaking. “You okay? I can stop, if it—” His words were interjected by your arms snaking around his neck to bring his face closer for you to kiss him. 
He broke the kiss suddenly to pay attention to pleasing you. His thrust grew a bit quicker and his hold onto you was a bit tighter. Hearing your pretty moans was a form of motivation for him. His free hand that wasn’t pinning you down was grasping at the headboard to help his thrusts. 
“Fuck—you sound so pretty,” Kogami said through the sound of his own pants.
His jet black hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat droplets that cumulated upon his forehead. His cock was coated with your slick which caused it to be so easier for the tip of his cock to tap at that spot that caused your toes to curl. The pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other was attempting to overpower your wooden headboard that was crashing upon the wall. 
You could feel yourself about to cum. Your stomach formed the most pleasurable knots and you wanted to explode so badly. Your legs quivered under Kogami’s body as he brought his hand in between your sweated-coated bodies. You felt him rub on your throbbing clit in a circular motion. Your body felt like it was going into complete shock feeling the sudden pressure upon your slit. 
“Say it,” Kogami said with each word that rolled off his tongue, he was sure to add in a couple more rough thrusts. 
“Say what?” Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip holding back the moan you wanted to let out. 
The strokes Kogami was handing to you slowed down, but the movement on your clit sped up. Your body reacted naturally to arch off the bed your bare body was on, but Kogami only pinned you back down to continue what he was doing. He’s leaning down so his face is buried into the crook of your neck, enduring the sweet scent of you. You could feel him placing smug kisses on your neck before his pace quickened.  “Those three words.” 
His comment sent a chill down your spine as you could feel yourself pulse around his cock. Kogami didn’t stop now that your walls clenched around him beautifully, but it didn’t take him long before he’s coming down from his own high of being inside you. 
Your naked bodies were connected with each other like a puzzle that was finally completed. Your head was laying on his chest tracing random shapes on his toned abdomen. You realized that drowsiness have finally swept upon your body when you let out a yawn, but you couldn’t forget to repeat those three words back at Kogami. 
“I love you.” was the last thing you told Kogami before your eyes fluttered closed. 
The following morning, you could feel the sun kiss your bare skin. Your limbs ached with love bites and marks while your eyes slowly fluttered open. Your head reached next to you, expecting to be met with Kogami-toned body parts, but you could only feel emptiness and your sheets. You finally sat up covering your naked body with the thin sheets on your body. The scent of Kogami imprinted on your skin and you felt lightheaded remembering what happened last night. 
He was gone. 
Nonetheless, his actions last night were a perfect goodbye for you—it would have been nice for him to kiss you one last time. As you were about to climb out of bed to start your Saturday, you noticed something on your nightstand. Your arm reached to grab the small toy capsule and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. You brought it up to your ear to shake it, whatever that was inside bounced off the insides of the capsules. You opened it out of curiosity to see the toy ring. It was made out of plastic and couldn’t even fit on your finger, but you couldn’t help but smile at it. 
Finally, you realized that this was the toy he spent years using his coins trying to get. You let your body collapse back into the fluffiness of your mattress as you held the small toy ring up in the air with a smile on your face.
That was Kogami Shinya for you. 
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pokechbi · 9 months
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"I told you not to cum...Didn't I, schatz?"
just a random smut splurge that was on my mind ALL day
(konig x fem reader!)
NSFW !!! MDNI
WC: 1.1k
Fem anatomy used
Your hips spasm against his mouth, your thighs shaking violently as he pumped and curled a thick finger into your sopping pussy, sucking and flicking your clit relentlessly with his tongue. You let yourself in this predicament, sacrificing yourself just for a few seconds of pleasure, letting your orgasm overtake your body when he had specifically ordered you not to. Rookie mistake.
"Was it worth it, du kleine Schlampe?" (you little slut). He lifts from between the lips of your cunt, his lips and jaw soaked with your juices. He'd been down there for an hour and counting, just torturing you. Holding your hips down with his strong arm, the ropes of muscles under his skin flexing every time you moved. He'd quickly slap your clit with an open palm every time you pushed his head away, sending a jolt of electricity through your every nerve and paralyzing you, rendering your fights useless. The stubble on his jaw had rubbed your inner thighs raw, causing the skin to redden and puff with irritation. He looked up at you, eyes gleaming with dominance and power over you. He was loving this. And it sickened you. The thought of having another orgasm made you want to puke, cry, scream, pass out. Your body was spent, sweating heavily and feeling the muscles in your thighs and core burn with overexertion.
"Are you ready to apologize, meine liebe?" He asks, rising to your breasts. His searing breath graze your nipples. They were sore and raw, from him reaching his hand up and pinching the little buds between his fingers while he licked your slit relentlessly. In that moment, your brain was fuzzy, swirling from the multiple orgasms that rattled your soul. "B-but I couldn't hold i-ah!" You yelped as he slammed two of his thick fingers into you, resulting in a stomach-turning squelch that was music to his ears.
"Oh, schatz. Wrong answer. You wanted to cum so bad before, hm? Now I will make you cum until you can't fucking see straight" He grunted, his anger coming from the deep parts of his soul. He began slapping at your clit with an open palm, over and over, the pain causing a distinctive warmth to bubble in your core as your hips jerked with every slap. Tears ran down your cheeks, leaving a stain in their wakes as you fight the oncoming orgasm. You yell out in delicious pain as he pushes his cock into you, not giving you a second to adjust before pounding straight into your cervix. You see red when your eyes flutter closed, slurring and murmuring words from your lips.
"Scheiße, mein lieber, you feel so good. So swollen and wet, milking my fucking cum right out of me." (shit, my dear). He breathes, a throaty chuckle searing the skin of your ear. He grabs your knees, pushing them against your breasts as he pumps deeper into you, your walls swollen and tighter from his viscous, barbarian cock rubbing against them on and off for an hour and some time now. You hated that it felt good. You were on the brink of unconsciousness, but couldn't let go of the feeling of his swollen, throbbing dick meeting resistance against your bulgy, enticing walls. You let out a lazy moan, the sounds coming from you not recognizable to your usual timid whimpers and groans. You gripped the sheets beside you, Konig's hips not letting up as you came close to another orgasm. Your mouth hung open in silence, your voice too raspy and broken to moan anymore. He pressed his forehead against yours, slowing his pace and dragging the throbbing veins on his dick against every single nerve in your cunt. Your core contracts and spasms, another orgasm overtaking your very soul. You whimper quietly, not being able to make a noise as he presses his weight into your thighs, smushing your knees against your tits.
"Verdammter, schatz. Feels so good when your sweet little hole flutters around me like that, yes?" He says, a gentler tone in his voice giving you the pretense that he'll let up on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your lashes fluttering closed and open as you lay limply under him. You had no strength to even grip the sheets anymore, fighting to keep your eyes open as he began to cum himself. "Not gonna ask you again, love. Apologize." He slows his pace, looking down at you as you part your lips to speak.
" 'm sorry daddy. didn't mean 't cum when you..." You sigh heavily, your breath struggling to catch up with your heart. You didn't know if your body was capable of handling another orgasm, and you didn't want to find out. Konig was a big man, and he didn't even look close to tired as he hovered over you, a smug look on his handsome face.
"told me not to. 'm so sorry daddy." You cry, the tears falling down your face, onto the pillow below you. He leans down to your lips, planting a soft kiss on them. He peels the hair from your forehead, slick with sweat. "Such a good girl, schatz." He whispers, pulling out from you, the pressure in your core leaving as you lie there, your head spinning, thighs shaking. He leans between your thighs, pressing a soft kiss onto your swollen clit.
He stands up, smiling down at you as you sniffle. "Let me run my pretty girl a warm bath, yeah?" You nod your head lazily, feeling his thumb over your soft, swollen lips, puffy from crying.
.  . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
You sit between Konig's legs in the bath, your back to his chest as he scrubs your skin with your loofah. "I'm sorry, my darling. Look at you, can barely stay awake." You smile lazily, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth of the bath and his skin caress your naked form. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck softly. You rest your head on his chest, looking up at him through your lashes, half lidded with fatigue, and pure, raw love for the man who had just brutalized your very soul.
"I told you not to cum. Didn't I, schatz?"
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infrunamie · 6 months
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need more sub!eren from you ;( totally having a brainrot rn
sub eren! who always puts up a fight with you in bed, constantly flipping you over and trying to take control. but we both know the poor shifter can barely get his cock up without you.
lovely, just look at the way sub!erens dumb cocklet leaks from your degrading,
"so dumb, already leaking and you barely started. so soon eren? 'thought you said you could last till sunrise, well, what more could I expect from a dumbass." you spat, pinching the sorry excuse of a dick.
“‘m your dumbass…your stupid little titan boy. f-forgive me [na-], master. i’ll take any punishment.”
"yeah, you fucking better."
sub!eren who's weak to any sort of praise, curling in on himself and covering his face with his arms trying to mask the ferocious blush that erupted,
"so pretty baby, 'could stare at you for the rest of my life and still find new things to love 'bout you."
and if he says he's not pretty, put him infront of the mirror and force him to look at himself while you pound him from the back. command him to say he's your pretty boy and make him believe it, even if it means not letting him cum for a while...
make sure you're able to cover the whiny loud cries spill from sub!erens lips as you deep throat his cocklet, the hot slick cavern of your mouth elicting a sort of numb sensation all around the cocklet. plush lips at the hilt and wet tongue playing with the tip, a mixture of saliva and cum dribbling down your chin. his hands nestled in your hair as he grabs on for dear life, conflicted between pulling you off and pushing you deeper...
sub!eren who hates when you take your cum out of him, insisting that you keep it inside with the plug (courtesy of hange.) so the next time you guys fuck which won't be to long, his gaped cum filled hole is ready for your use once more..
eren my goat mc🦅💯💯🗣🤷🏾‍♀️🙏🏽✊🏾
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gigisdoll · 2 months
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Cw: dubcon, dacryphillia, somnophillia, breeding,pet and owner dynamic, overstim
Parings: ive x reader
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It was absolutely heartless how they treated you at the shelter.. Absolutely ruthless! Unsurprisingly with your bratty attitude, arrogant stance, but your rare breed was extremely demanded so of course that just inflated your ego, the fact that despite your brattiness people still wanna buy you.
"A new potential buyer has come.. Or should I say buyers..?" The shelter owner announced to all of you, "They say they want the rarest we have....Y/n please just be on your best behavior" the owner pleaded with you, hands almost in a praying position as if to praise you even more "Fine.. " you rolled your eyes in feigned obligation.
You sat on the chair the shelter owner provided for all the candidates for the potential new buyers. Once they walked in they immediately looked at all of you, and then straightly stared at you specifically, the owner took notice of their.. Interest in you, getting excited to finally get someone to buy you "This is y/n... One if not the rarest breed we have, she luckily has not been bought yet" A girl who has the cutest doe eyes spoke up " Unnie! We have to get her! She's so pretty!" The girl squealed pointing at you looking at another girl who looked just as mesmerized as the others "H-how much is she?" Another girl said reaching into her pocket to get her wallet "About.. Let's say 50 thousand? How does that sound?" The girls took the deal eagerly paying in all cash! Boy are you gonna enjoy living with them..
The tallest picked you up, scooping you into her arms excitedly "Unnie.. Look at how she looks at us! She's so cute! " She said smiling "Hi y/n...my name is Yujin.. " Another girl said, you hissed as she tried to touch you "Must be a bratty one huh Wonyoung?" The girl... Yujin said to the one carrying you "Aww... No... She's so cute though! I refuse to let her go!" Wonyoung says as she hugs you tighter.
Whining as she hugs you tighter, and huffing as she puts you into your seat... Sad that they know they have to fuck that attitude right out of you sooner or later
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Whining as who ever she was buries herself deep inside of you, it's been so long,you can't tell who was kissing you, whispering in your ear, sucking on your breasts, or who the hell's dick was melting into you. All you knew is that you felt good by being fucked stupid "Now where's that bratty girl huh?" Yujin asked condescendingly as Rei pushed in and out of your abused hole, all you can muster up was a high pitched whimper as Rei's tip kissed your cervix as she filled you to the brim of her.
She pulls out giving your overstimulated cunt a breath of fresh air- before it's immediately getting filled again "Hah- you're still so tight Y/nnie.." Whining once again as the pleasure settles in and your surroundings do too.. Gaeul was asleep, Yujin degraded you, while Wonyoung praised how well you were taking her cock. Sleep taking over you might as well let them use your body till they grow tired of it... It's the least you can do after they treated you so well this morning...
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Waking up so so sore :(( Gauel's cock was still deep inside you to plug all that cum up! Can't let that go to waste! Whining and whimpering cause you are still super sensitive, this for sure won't be the last time you'll wake up like this...
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no1deepspacehater · 11 days
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Early Arrival (Xavier x Reader)
Tags: Blowjobs, Facials, Use of pet names (Bunny, my love), fluff
Summary: You give your boyfriend, Xavier, head.
absolutely, toe-curling, ball-sucking, way too descriptive, head
Cross posted on A03!
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Credit screen rolling, Xavier stretched out on the couch, suppressing a yawn. “Are we going to watch part two?” He relaxed his arm around you, bringing you out of your thoughts.
 Truth is, you didn’t actually invite your boyfriend over to just watch a movie. You really wanted to try something new with him… It turns out you were so hesitant that you got through an entire film as you searched for the courage to prompt him.
 You turned towards him, putting a hand on the remote he held to stop him from playing the next movie. “Uh Xavier, there was something… something I wanted to ask.” You stumbled out.
 Xavier turned to you with a smile. “You’re blushing like crazy, little bunny.” He pinched your cheek teasingly. “What is it? Do you want me to make you another lightshow?”
 Rubbing your hand against his chest, you just let it out. “No, I wanted to try giving you head.”
 Xavier gave you a confused, head-tilt look.
 “…Suck your dick.”
 “Oh…” Xavier mumbled, blush flushing into his face. It’s not that you two haven’t been intimate before, but this was the first time you’ve offered to give him head.
 “Please?” You murmur. “I’ve been thinking about… it, a lot...” Embarrassment making your cheeks heat up.
 Xavier gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m not going to say no, I’m just a little taken aback.” He leaned in closer to you, pressing a kiss on your lips. “If it’s something you really want.” He pressed more kisses against your lips. He grabbed your hand from his chest and led it down to clothed crotch. “I won’t deny you, my love.”
 In appreciation, you returned his feverish, deep kisses, letting him sneak his tongue in. You massaged him through his jeans, feeling him grow harder from the friction.
  After the heated make-out foreplay, you pulled back. The blush on Xavier’s face spread faster by the minute as you dropped to your knees before him. You looked away as you pushed his legs farther apart to make room for yourself.
 “..ready?” You asked, locking eyes with him again. Xavier nodded, then reached down to palm the hardening bulge in his jeans. You watched with eager eyes as he zipped down his pants, fingers shyly popping open the button.
 You rubbed his thigh, giving him an encouraging smile.
 Xavier shuffled his jeans down, leaving his plain boxers as the only layer. You leaned in closer, letting out a satisfying hum as Xavier finally freed his dick from his underwear. His eyes lowered slightly as he gave himself a couple strokes. He was fully hard and erect now, his tip slightly red and glistening with leaking pre-cum. His other hand placed itself on your cheek, bringing you closer. “If it’s too much…” He whispered, making sure you’re not having double thoughts.
 You nodded, shifting on your legs from your own heat starting to pool in your underwear. With that, Xavier removed his hands, one falling to his side and the other going to hold his shirt up, revealing a light-coloured happy trail.
 You grasped the base, lightly squeezing, sliding up over the head, and sliding back down. At the same time, you moved closer until your lips touched the top of his dick. You could hear Xavier’s breath pick up slightly. You let the tip of your tongue slide over the reddening tip, tasting the slightly salty beads of cum.
 You pulled back, letting your entire tongue flat out at the base, and licked all the way up slowly. You looked up at Xavier as you did so. His lips slightly parted as his fluttering eyes watched your every move.
Now or never.
 You opened your mouth, taking him in tongue first, swallowing all the way. Xavier finally broke out a groan. His hand rested lightly on the back of your head, toying with your hair.
 You suctioned the air out of your mouth, trailing behind your hand as you stroked and sucked at the same time. Your tongue moved around him, feeling every vein and curve.
 “(mc)… (mc)… (mc), (mc), (mc)!” Xavier moaned out, his hand ever so slightly tightening his grip on the back of your head as you sped up the pace. However, his hold on his shirt pulled it up further, griping so tight that it was sure to leave creases.
 Encouraged, you tried to take him all the way to the base, moaning as you went down. As his dick hit the back of your spasming, squeezing throat, Xavier instinctively pushed his hand on your head down.
 You gagged, throat contracting to force him out. Xavier whimpered out at the sensation before coming to his senses and sitting up. He released you, moving to the side of your head to pull you up off him.
 Coming up off him with a ‘pop’! Of your lips, you leant back, spit still connected to him and dripping off the side of your mouth. You looked at him with dazed, lust-filled eyes.
 With one hand on your cheek and another making soothing movements at your upper neck. “Sorry! I’m so sorry… are you alright?” Xavier apologized again and again.
 You pushed him back onto the couch, taking his member back into your hands. “I’m more than fine Xavier…” You cooed, licking up and down his wet cock. “You can be a little rough with me sometimes…” You sucked on a particularly prominent vein, sending him back into a moaning mess, only being able to whimper your name out.
Speeding up your strokes, you pulled down his boxers further, pulling his balls with your other hands-free.
 “ah, ah, (mc)-” Xavier moaned, his tone deeper and more warning-like. “If you do that- I’ll-”
 Massaging one ball and switching to the other, you looked up at him with a challenging smile. “You’ll what?” Before he could reply, you took one in your mouth, gently sucking and moving it around your mouth.
 Xavier laid his head back on the couch in defeat, whimpering and bucking his hips in your hand as you stoked his dick and played with his balls in your mouth. “I’m going to- i-I’m cum-!”
 Streaks of warm cum fell in stripes across your face just after you closed your eyes at the short warning. Xavier whispered your name, pet name and various other praises as he emptied himself on your face.
 You let his balls fall out of your mouth and slowed your stroke as he emptied out. Keeping your eyes closed from getting cum in them, you could only hear Xavier’s deep breaths as he came down from his high. 
 “…sorry, again!” Xavier helped you get up and sat you down on the couch. “Let me get that off you, my love.”
 You could hear Xavier fix his clothes then move to the kitchen, returning quickly with wet tissues to help you clean his cum off your face. He gently wiped at your eyes before moving to the rest of your face.
 “Was it good?” You asked after he finished cleaning your mouth off.
 Xavier let out a chuckle, “Are you serious?” He leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to your lips. “You were so good, little bunny.”
 Face reddening as you smiled with praise, Xavier pressed more kisses to your lips and neck.
 “I wish you hadn’t let me cum, though…” He murmured on your skin between kisses.
 You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him back on the couch. “I couldn’t help myself.” You laughed.
 Xavier laid you back on the couch, hovering over you. His eyes raked from your face to your chest hungrily. “I wanted to please you, too.” He kissed your jawline, and you shuddered as you felt a hand slip under your shorts, resting the hem of your underwear “… make you feel how hard you made me.”. He pulled back as he edged your shorts and panties off. He settled between your thighs, a small smile on his face but a wicked look in his eyes.
“Allow me to repay the favour…”
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eyeless-cunt · 2 years
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Take these as you will, write a whole book about Eyeless having a breeding kink -🌺
taking it as i will
CW/TW: Sexual themes. Breeding kink. GN Reader. Non con if you squint.
He can't help the urge to keep moving inside you as he's about to cum. It feels like a primal urge most nights. The thought of filling you always manages to get him hard and aching in almost record time. Maybe it's his instinct, maybe it's something he was into before he turned, who really knows honestly? It's probably a mix of both. It's so easy to cum when he imagines the faces you'd make as he unloads into you.
The hole doesn't matter, the position doesn't matter, whether or not you can be 'bred' or not doesn't matter. All that matters is the euphoric feeling that arises when he has you whimpering under him, begging for him to let go while he's still inside.
It's all he can think about some nights when he's alone, fucking his fist but knowing it does nothing in comparison to what you do. It doesn't feel the same as you. It's nothing compared to the way you make him feel. Nothing can replicate your touch, your soft words whispering in his ear, telling him exactly where you'd like his seed tonight. Whispering his name and telling him just how good he is at filling you up. The high that is hearing you moan and whimper in his ear can't be replicated.
Eventually he won't even ask where you want it anymore, because he knows the answer is inside. If you want it somewhere differently you'd better speak up soon because once he starts it might end up being too hard for him to stop. He has enough control to stop, but sometimes it's hard to care when emotions are high. You'll understand, right?
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lalunanymph · 2 months
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lose lose game (m) — ginoza n.
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ginoza finds himself caught between hell and a hard place when he’s forced to bring in a latent criminal who happens to be the only person he has ever loved in his life
warnings: unprotected sex, soft!ginoza, slight yan!gino, reader is coded to be feminine, college crushes, mild angst, gino is traumatized lmao, ooc!gino, restraints, gags, mentions of cheating, kinda dubcon if you squint, weapons, canon typical violence, enforcer!gino x fem!reader, unedited, unbeta-ed oops
dawn says: debuting my first ever pp fic hiii look im gonna be honest, i only watched 3 eps and half of the movie but i would let this man do unspeakably unholy things to me
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Ginoza is a hard head.
As much as his superiors and colleagues would vouch for the opposite, you’ve known him since you were a girl and he was a boy.
He hated losing, and more than that, he hated being proved that he was wrong.
So, when the stats reflect past his murky dark eyes and encroaches the territory of his disbelieving thoughts, he has to fight back the urge to hurl.
120 Crime Coefficient.
The coffee he ingested this morning as his only meal churns heavily in his stomach. 
The smiling face and rosy lips dug through his thoughts, rendering them a repeat of no, no, not her, not her. Fear clawed through his chest and he was once again 8 years old, fearing the stomping of boots; the cracking thuds of bodies against the drywall.
Watching mutely in horror—in helplessness—as his father was dragged away by men in suits, his entire bloodline branded as an impending danger to society.
Akane’s voice is soft, cutting through the fog of his whirlwind thoughts. “You know what happens next, right?”
Ginoza’s nostrils flare. Another thing he absolutely detested was someone telling him what to do when he already had half a mind set on it.
For the first time since becoming her subordinate, Ginoza flashes Akane a veiled look of distrust. She misinterpreted it as his reluctant acceptance.
“Good. Bring her back, Gino-chan, then we can talk about your reinstatement as an Inspector.” 
Dangling his old post right in front of him like a bone to the dogs he once swore to hate, nothing could prepare Ginoza for the flash of pure hatred coursing through him like a lightning strike. 
But, he muffles the resentment; sends Akane a curt nod.
“I’ll be back,” is what he promised. 
With her out of the system, is what he didn’t say out loud. 
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Shuttering light flitted across your face, the train tracks above passing in mechanical whirs, waking you from a fitful sleep. 
The dregs of fatigue still clung to your eyelashes, rendering you in a drowsy stupor that you didn’t notice a shadow moving across your boxed-in room. It was the cheapest unit you could find on your runaway budget; after a street scanner had spotted you, word soon escalated to your job management and you had discovered your things packaged in boxes right outside your office door—effectively rendering you jobless and homeless in one go. 
There was nothing you could do but run for the streets, hiding in the shadows until someone killed you or you were arrested. 
Sitting up, you stifled a yawn. 
Someone cleared his throat. 
Eyes shooting wide open, you quickly leapt from the bed, hitting the lights to illuminate the barrel of a Dominator staring right at your face. 
The man behind it was quiet as a whisper, his hard eyes trailed right on your shell-shocked expression.
“Don’t resist.” 
You swallowed hard, imploring him with a wide gaze. “Please… I did nothing.” 
He stepped closer into the light, and your chest squeezed in recognition. “Nobuchika?” 
Ginoza looked like he had bit down on a handful of nails; mouth twisted into a grimace, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
After years of having not seen each other since college, Ginoza looked different. 
Taller. Lethal. The corners of his lips were downturned—tired. 
You felt more than noticed the heavy blanket of exhaustion eclipsing his broad shoulders. Something stirred deep in you—a kindred spirit reaching out towards his own. 
“Don’t make this anymore difficult for me.”
Gulping, you balled your fists. “So, you’re gonna arrest me? Let them torture me?” 
Those green eyes with heavy bags underneath them darkened under your weak, fluorescent light. “No. But, if you put up resistance, I’d be forced to do something I don’t want to, as well.” 
A shaky exhale of a breath. And then, you turned on your heel to run. 
Ginoza caught you in a flash, his strong arms vining around your smaller frame. 
“Let me go!” you screamed, kicking his shin, clawing at his arms. Everything in the universe was transpiring against your escape when he clamped a hand around your mouth.
Going up against an apex predator was foolishness to the highest heavens, especially when said hunter already had restraints prepared.
Your arms were bound behind your back, a lead gag slotted in between your teeth. Ginoza was efficient in subduing you without the need for his Dominator; a feat of pure shame considering how you couldn’t even put up a good fight.
He hauled you towards a kitchen chair, unceremoniously dumping you onto the hard bench. Fastening another knot to the wooden arms, he had you captured and restrained; your watery eyes lifted towards him to beseech for mercy.
The boy you knew before—the one who brought teachers homemade cards on their birthdays—was a far cry from the cutthroat man staining your periphery. 
As if he could read your mind, Ginoza got down onto one knee, right in front of you. His expression was unreadable, Dominator whirring on the ground beside him.
You eyed the weapon with unconcealed fear, and a beat of terror flitted in between both of your tense figures. 
Green eyes the colour of murky, contaminated pools fixed onto the tears escaping down your cheeks. He thumbed them away, careful to not touch your parted lips. 
“I’m sorry,” was all he could say. You stared at him in abject horror—at this man who was condemning you to a life of isolation. “But, I have to bring you in. Personal… feelings… aside.” 
Feelings? 
You struggled to fix your watery eyes onto him. In the background, your Psycho Pass beeped, reminding the both of you of the stats which was damning evidence of your deteriorating psyche.
“What happened?” 
Nobuchika spoke softly, as if someone could overhear. He was probably right to be this hesitant; Sibyl’s eyes and ears were never far from latent evil, as the saying once went. 
You clamped your gaze down to your knees, the gape in your chest throbbing. More hot tears squeezed past your closed eyes and you gasped, heaving and crying in front of a friend you hadn’t seen for years.
Memories of late nights kombini runs, leaking ink stains on paper and hot ramen noodles filtered in your mind. There was once a life where you had all the potential to be great; to grow and change society. Unjaded and unfettered, you had hoped for your country’s best, only to see it all crashing down in one fell swoop.
Gently, he tugged the gag out of your mouth, letting the spit-slicked bit roll down your chin.
“Hey. I’m speaking to you.”
Eyes flashing, you regarded him with frosty distaste. 
“You’re not supposed to speak to someone who's latent,” you seethed. “Or, have you forgotten your code, Enforcer.”
The badge on his chest burned. 
By now, an Inspector should be in his ear, telling him to unanimously pull the trigger and paralyse you. But, Ginoza swatted those thoughts away, focused on extracting the reason why your Hue was murky and your Psycho Pass stats were affected.
“I can help you.” 
Akane would tear him a new one. His position would get even more muddier; a dog who could not kill off his prey. They would tighten his leash, get eyes on him everywhere he went. He wouldn’t even be allowed to leave his apartment if they could help it. 
Fate or stupidity kept him frozen in one spot, those sharp eyes drinking in your waning resolve.
You sniffed, hanging your head forward. Finally letting your dense truth roll off your stubborn tongue. 
“My ex-boyfriend cheated on me and syphoned all of my money away and I… I want to kill that motherfucker.”
Your sobs filled the room. Ginoza discreetly clicked off his audio, turning his body cam’s eye to the ground.
Something bloomed in his chest, whether from familiarity or pity, he could not pick it apart. Ever since he saw your name in the system, he was a haunted man, trying and failing to fight this war between duty and memory—the same conflict he carried for 20 over years pouring like rancid waves to liquify his strong sense of righteousness. 
Good and bad—they wavered in the face of his longtime college crush. 
Ginoza always thought he would spend his entire life alone when you left the prefecture and he never got to tell you his real feelings. He was loyal like that; a pandering dog waiting for the one true owner of his heart to come back.
And here you were, a mirage shimmering right in front of him. Playing right into his hands. 
Those scarred knuckles caressed your cheek, catching you off guard with his tender afflictions. 
The dark locks framing his face from his loosening man bun tickled your chin when he leaned forward. Soft as down, his lips met yours, swallowing your sudden gasp of surprise.
Ginoza drank you in; a man hungry for a taste of life after being denied his human tendencies for years on end. Funny how his dedication to the Bureau could come undone because of one single woman—because of you. 
Forgetting and re-remembering the aching beat of his heart; Ginoza was gentle when he cupped your face in those large palms of his, careful to lick across the seam of your lips—tasting all of you in. 
Your soft moans caressed the upper palate of his hot mouth, and he knows the same feelings he harboured towards you were reciprocated. 
They ignited his desires, fueled his dangerous thoughts and occupations on what he needed to do next.
There was no way he was going to let this rush of exhilaration let him go. Since the beginning of his consciousness, his thoughts were moulded by the system, forged by the system and executed by the people who upheld the very system which had forced him to go numb. 
You were the one thing to bring colour back to his dull senses—it all started to make sense why he had held out this long; played by the system’s rules if it meant he could get you in the end.
“Nobuchika,” you whispered once he broke off the kiss, the sweetest exhilaration rushing through him from the sound of his name coming from you. 
“I’ll protect you,” unprompted, his promise was thorough and sure. “Anything that happens to you… I won’t let them touch you.”
The tinge of possessiveness marked its way as tears of gratitude down your face. You nodded and peeled your brilliant gaze onto him. 
Spurred on by the pure trust you had in him, Ginoza removed your binds, helping you stand up. You crashed into his arms, and he held you there, cheek squished right to your hair.
“I never thought you had feelings for me,” he murmured. “Seems like a dream.”
Your watery chuckle rebounded back into his ringing ears. “You were always so distant.” As you spoke, you tugged on the lapels of his suit, smoothing your hands all over his broad pecs. “You kinda scared me, if I’m being honest.”
In reciprocation, he shrugged the jacket off, eyeing you hungrily down the line of his defined nose.
“I did?” 
You hum. Reaching for the buttons of his crisp, white shirt, you slowly tugged it off. “But, I always thought you were brilliant, Gino—” 
“Nobuchika,” he almost panted when he felt your touch sear onto his scarred chest. “Call me by my name.” 
You gazed up at him past your lashes, nodding. “Nobuchika. I love your name.”
Without a word of complaint, he let you crowd him onto your bed, the old springs squeaking in resistance towards the fall of his larger body. Straddling his lap, your burning eyes set his mind ablaze—he suddenly felt too dizzy, like all the air in the room had been sucked up.
Ginoza skimmed his prosthetic hand down your thigh, feeling the taut sinew and muscles which dimpled underneath his mechanical fingers.
Soft. You were so, so soft for him. 
He perched up on his elbows, mouth frantically finding yours. You let him bruise kisses onto your parted lips, down your jaw and across your collarbone and neck.
Ginoza slotted his hands onto your hips, holding you like a man making sure his treasure was secure. 
He let you tug off his pants, shrug off your clothes to leave you glowing and fully naked in the half-light.
Low and static-like, in the background, he thought he heard someone calling his name over the comm. 
Common sense and the call of his superiors were drowned out the second you sank down on his dripping cock. Ginoza’s spine unfurled like a precious book, his moan sweetened with the taste of surrender. You paced yourself with hands locked around his shoulders, muffling your moans into his neck.
The sullied Enforcer lets you rut yourself on his cock, using him to get yourself off as he patiently plastered sloppy kisses down your throat and jaw. 
Your eyes rolled back in the dim light, whites exposing for a glimmering second to set off the wild, unprecedented racing of his heart. 
Ginoza supposed he has never felt such pride before in his life when he feels your pussy shuddering around his cock; an honest love letter to his unwavering passion at fucking into you until a rush of slick stains his thighs. 
You had come, gasping out his name and stabbing your nails right into his skin.
He feels the fever pitch breaking, tightens his core and gives one last snap of his hips upward.
Not caring that he had fucked you raw or that you were technically an enemy under his lawful consideration, Ginoza allowed himself to pour every drop of his desire right into your willing body. 
Your syrupy mewls lusciously caressed his hot ears, and the world goes black for one second as he tries to catch his breath. Weaving in and out of consciousness, Ginoza felt you standing, and his instinct told him you were just going to the bathroom to clean up.
Sleep weighed him down, insistent and caring—nurturing him in her motherly arms.
Ginoza slept like he had never done before since the day he became an Enforcer; cradled in threadbare blankets and the memory of your body pressed up to his. 
Till this moment, he swore he had felt you worm your way back into his arms, and even the brief, ghosting of your lips on his forehead.
But, when he opened his eyes, he noticed that the room was empty. 
A chirping, mechanical voice told him it was currently three in the morning; a full two hours since he had first arrived at your decrepit home.
Your clothes were missing, bag gone. 
Ginoza jumped to his feet, scrambling to put his clothes back on; cursing right under his breath.
His enforcement comm buzzed, and he felt Akane’s frustration before he answered the call. If Kogami were here, he would’ve laughed at his lapse of judgement—how easily good pussy could knock him out.
“She’s gone,” Akane said, flat and emotionless. “I expect a full report on how you had let her go, Ginoza.”
Before he could open his mouth and apologise—defend himself from her rightful flurry of disapproval, his Dominator whirled up. 
And Ginoza couldn’t believe his ears. The mechanical clicks almost didn’t set in for him—left him mute and rooted to the spot from the magnitude of what he had just done. 
How drastically he had fucked up and your cleverly veiled deceit which stunned him right to the core. 
Target’s CoEfficient level has changed. Target: L/N Y/N, affiliated with Shambala Float rebels. Enforcement mode: Lethal Eliminator. Please aim carefully and eliminate the target.
pussy so good it knocked him out like nyquil sjsjsjjs
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tootiecakes234 · 4 months
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Reiner Braun is a munch and no one can tell me otherwise.
You could literally go up to him and tell him to drop to his knees and eat you and he would. No questions asked.
The problem is he doesn’t know when to stop. He will overstimulate you until you’re nearly pulling hairs out of his head.
I know for a fact he can and will cum just from getting you off. It turns him on so much.
ALSO I think he’s sensitive everywhere. His neck, his nipples, his balls. It does not take much h to turn him into a whimpering pleading mess.
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merci-killing · 1 month
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just want to scream my appreciation for writers.
i can barely do my actual job and do the normal human tasks like staying alive, let alone keep up with reading and watching my little shows and movies and podcasts, and yet y’all are out here putting so much thought and care and time into your craft. it’s not just writing incredibly moving stories about our silly little guys. it’s the effort and thought and care and creativity that goes into sharing them with us, for the sole purpose of our enjoyment and ease of access to read at our leisure.
i’m feeling sentimental on this tuesday afternoon while distracted from my job and just truly in awe of you. i want to send you all flowers and i hope you feel so loved and inspired to keep writing and filling up my “to be read” tag with so many more stories than my little adhd brain can handle.
your passion is palpable and appreciated so much.
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mcdonaldsnumberone · 1 year
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SLOW DOWN!
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being a pro soccer player, it’s no surprise that isagi has his fair share of promotional events and galas he has to go to. he’s lucky to have you by his side to keep him company. but obligation quickly turns to temptation as he finds himself unable to keep his hands off of you, whisking you away where no one else can see...
gender neutral reader
content warning(s): future au, slightly suggestive content
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“Y-Yoichi, someone’s going to see…!”
The black-haired soccer star practically on top of you didn’t stop for a moment, and his lips greedily claimed yours. Your voice died out to the kiss, your arms curled around his shoulders as if you weren’t sure whether to push or pull at him. His hands slid up the pretty formal clothes that you had spent days skirting around, too scared of ruining them if you were to touch them. 
Well, you couldn’t get too mad at him for that. He was the one who paid for it, after all.
As if to affirm your words, you held your breath as a flurry of voices narrowly missed the two of you. Your heartbeat hammered between your ears, your entire body set on edge as Isagi simply ignored the situation, grabbing at your body with a desperation that he normally reserved for behind closed doors.
“Sorry, love,” he laughed weakly against your mouth. His voice sounded low, hungry, desperate—horribly unlike the quiet and reserved boy that you were used to. He swallowed, and you could see his neck strain against the tight collar of his suit. “You look so good. I’d go crazy if I waited any longer.”
You knew you left any semblance of an ordinary life behind the moment you fell in love with Isagi. The boy craved soccer like it was air to him, and him becoming a professional player who would constantly be thrust into the spotlight was only one of many givens for him. As long as he got to continue his fight to be the best in the world, Isagi didn’t care what the situation around him looked like. But for you, it meant that you had to adjust to the sudden media craze and the luxury life that came with dating a professional player. 
Truth be told, you would be more than happy to just be with Isagi. The nice life was a plus.
“We’re at a fancy gala,” you breathed in between his starved kisses. You prayed that he hadn’t crinkled your clothes too badly. “We’re as good as dead if people catch us acting like animals here!”
Isagi simply pressed his lips against yours again, and you whimpered quietly when his teeth snagged at your bottom lip. With enough pressure to serve as a warning, his usually calm blue eyes swirled with a kind of demonic desire. 
“That’s an easy fix.” His hands squeezed at your waist. “We won’t get caught.”
“Yoichi!” You gasped. He grunted, and when he kissed you again, you shuddered when his tongue dragged slowly across the places on your lips where he had teased with his teeth. The whiplash between the suddenness of your situation and the way he haphazardly flitted between being kind and being brutal made your head spin.
“I could barely think straight earlier, did you know that? You always look breathtaking, but something about tonight… seeing you all dolled up in the clothes I got for you, clinging to my arm while you smiled at all the cameras…” Isagi’s fingertips buried themselves into your soft flesh, pinching at your body. You felt utterly debauched, already falling apart at the seams thanks to a handful of kisses. Since when had you gotten so weak for this boy? 
He cleared his throat. Some of his expertly gelled hair had fallen out of place, sweeping across his forehead in sensual tendrils. He pushed them out of the way, and Isagi stared at you, taking in all the details of how you looked right now, within his grasp.
“I want you.” Isagi leaned in close to you again until your bodies were connected, chest-to-chest. If the devil was a person, you swore he was there, in the form of your boyfriend and whispering words that sent shivers down your spine against your ear. “Now more than ever, love.”
“W-We can do all of that and more at home…,” you futilely pleaded, trying your best to hold onto the crumbling dregs of your rationality. “It’s too risky here.”
“Only if you make it that way.” His lips quirked upwards into a devilish smile, and he reached for his collar. Unloosening the once crisp and clean tie with a rough yank, he kept you pressed up against the wall with his strong thighs and hips as he practically ripped the top of his formal outfit apart.
“God. Much better,” he grumbled. “Could barely breathe in them.”
You did your best not to think about how expensive his clothes were. You hated the thought of being caught by some fancy executives like this, having snuck away from the important event to make out in some room in one of the winding hallways, your reputation as Isagi’s supportive partner hanging by a thread. But more so than the hatred, you couldn’t deny the growing heat tugging at the insides of your stomach and chest, egged on by Isagi’s irrational behavior.
And god, was he tempting you too.
Isagi always looked charming when he was off the pitch. Dressed in modest clothes and not one to flaunt his wealth too much, he resembled just about any other man his age. Yet there was the rustic and comforting side to him that drew you to him, and you’d be a horribly, horrible liar to pretend like you weren’t drawn to that Plain Jane aspect of him. But even on the pitch too, the exhilarating gleam in his eyes and the greedy way his body yearned for a goal, his sweet demeanor swapped out for one that was insatiable and downright mean at times, were all parts of him that you found terribly attractive. 
But the Isagi right in front of you right now? He was a different beast altogether. 
He noticed the way your trembling eyes were still drinking up the sinful sight in front of you, and the laugh he let out made your knees go weak. “You’re staring at me too. Don’t act so holy, dearest. I know you want to be good, but you’re just the same as me.”
“Don’t say that…,” you exhaled. You couldn’t deny him. Isagi had looked drop dead handsome earlier, dressed to the nines in an expensive suit and sparkling shoes, his staff working their magic at gelling up his hair and making him look like a model straight off a runway rather than your everyday boyfriend. Even you, who had gotten used to seeing all sides of Isagi at this point, found it hard to look him in the face and speak without your face heating up.
But this Isagi would put his earlier good boy image to shame. There was something about the way his suit was all disheveled, the tie hanging shamelessly from his throat and the collar of his white shirt thrown back to reveal his neck and the top of his chest. Even his tousled hair had you drooling, the still gelled parts begging for you to mess them up by burying your fingers into them. His lips were swollen from making out with you in such animalistic fashion, and his chest rose and fell with each deep breath he was taking. His pale cheeks were flushed a rose pink, and a kind of drunken stupor glazed over his eyes.
There was something so wrong yet so provocative about him looking this good yet run through in formal wear. The sight was bewitching you.
“You want me. Don’t lie. It’s written all over your face.” His mouth trailed down, his lips kissing across the shape of your jaw and attaching themselves to your neck. You held back a whimper as his mouth teased the sensitive skin. His teeth ghosted over your throat, and you wondered if he could make out your wildly pacing pulse from where he was.
You wrapped your arms carefully around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You clenched your eyes shut as the boy pressed seemingly innocent kisses all over your neck, collarbones, and face, almost like he was surveying your bare skin to see where he’d strike. You could feel whenever he was smirking into your skin, the striker becoming keenly observant of every little reaction you were giving him.
Your stomach turned as you heard another wave of loud voices and applause, and it appeared like the main event was starting to reach its peak. How long could you continue at this before someone would notice that Isagi had disappeared, and conveniently, so had you? You grabbed at the back of his suit, trying to tug at him, but Isagi ignored it.
“Quit thinking about other people,” he muttered. “Right now, all I want you to focus on is me, got it?”
“But we’ve been gone for so long… We have to make ourselves look presentable and go back, or else we’re gonna get in so much trouble…,” you protested. You squealed through gritted teeth when one of his hands trailed down to rub circles into your thighs, his grip on you heavy and loaded with implications.
“I said to quit thinking about everyone else.” Isagi could feel you shiver, and the sadistic streak in him purred at the thought of you so torn between being good to him or sticking to what you should be doing. “I don’t even want to think about going back there and having to share you with everyone else. I want to be the only one who can see you like this, all messed up… I want it obvious that you’re mine.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his dark words, his voice dragging up against your ears like velvet. You were fighting a losing battle, and with how scrambled up your thoughts were getting and how you were quivering like a newborn deer against your boyfriend’s muscled body, your mind and your heart were screaming two very different answers. Isagi wasn’t helping you one bit, already testing your limits and pushing you so close to the breaking point that all you wanted to do was forget the rest of the world and completely give in, just the way he wanted you to.
“My perfect baby…,” he whispered into your collarbones. You craned your neck slightly, giving him better access to your bare skin. Your shirt was yanked down to reveal more of yourself to him, and the strands clung feebly to your body. It wasn’t like the thread could offer you any protection against Isagi at this moment, and when Isagi nipped at your skin without any warning, you unconsciously jerked against his chest.
“Yoichi…!”
“You’re overthinking. I’m not asking you to make a hard decision. You’re already practically there.” His fingers traced the pattern of a small heart into your inner thigh, the sensation tingling as if it were a permanent mark. When you looked at him with eyes blown over with a desire that was threatening to consume you, barely able to resist him, Isagi couldn’t help but admire his handiwork.
This was how he liked you best. Completely at his mercy, a fool hopelessly in love, just like him. You were always so good to him, even when he was asking you to be the worst.
“Give in to me.” His teeth were ready to sink into your skin the moment you’d give the clear, to mark you up the way he wanted to and show off to the rest of the world that his love for you ran deeper than what everyone else thought. Your resolve was crumbling, and you were glad you had Isagi to cling to for support, even if it meant letting him wash everything else but him away from your line of sight.
You nodded weakly, your overwhelmed body begging for him. Being conservative would get you nowhere.
Isagi smiled like an angel, and the small chuckle he let out was all the confirmation you needed to know that you had gone past the point of no return. 
“I promise I’ll take good care of you, love.”
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I'd love to see your overhaul's nsfw alphabets as well 🥺❤
note: oh sure thing, sun! i only wrote overhaul once and i want to write for him more to get fond of him yup yup. here you go, i hope you like it!
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content: nsfw alphabet, afab!reader, gender neutral, established sex partners? or established relationship, whatever you prefer honestly.
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Selfish at first, specially if he ends up all sweaty afterwards. After you decide being done for the night, he quickly climbs out of bed to take a shower. Sometimes he'll let you join him so he can also clean you up. If he considers he was rough to you that night, he'll massage the ached areas. He's not very sweet nor vocal.
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B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)
His: Probably his hands. Even though he uses gloves 100% of the time, he enjoys being able to hold you in place, grip your hair or push you down to bed. He expresses his control over being able to manipulate your body.
Yours: Lips. For someone who dislikes being touched, specially all over, during moments of intimacy and growing horniness, he adores your lips kissing, licking and bitting wherever he commands to.
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C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Unpopular opinion: The idea of having an orgasm is far from being as entretaining as playing around in bed. It's not his main objetive during sex and thinks body fluids are disgusting, but naturally he can't always resist it. He's tolerant, but tries to clean it as soon as he recovers his breath.
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D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
You once tried using toys on him, specifically a dildo, and he enjoyed it more than he cared to admit. He will never actually confess this to you, but that time you got him to display his ass for you to play with his anal hole and prostate, oh lawd have mercy. He lied and denied moaning your name once as if his life depended on it.
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E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
A virgin before you, honestly. Clumsy and unsure at first, but after you show him the ropes and realize what he likes, he'll catch up and be more confident and demanding. Basically the experience he gained was because of you.
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F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)
Cowgirl/Cowboy. He gets to command you as you ride him, doing little to no job, he enjoys the view. But rarely any position disgustes him.
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G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Hell naw, Kai is the most serious when it comes to sex. It took you and him a lot of time to get him to be intimate to just be goofing around.
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H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He depilates full body, no doubt, specially his pubic hair. He feels cleaner and purer that way. You can always count Chisaki is always clean and his body hair is always depilated.
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I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
He needs a settling of his preference to have sex, it needs to be planned and set on a specific date, he doesn't like surprises. But once there, he's very focused on his goal at the moment and makes sure everything goes as he wants (this seriousness got you turned off sometime) but at the end these ideas of his have the only purpose of enjoying the act with you as much as he can despite disliking certain things, exposing that Kai cares for the moment and wants it to be as fullfilling as he can make it (for both of you) though he is not expressive about it, this is a secret he keeps locked in the depths of his heart.
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J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)
Unexpected erections have bothered him. He does not masturbate regulary because of his thoughts on body fluids. But when he really needs an release, he prefers taking his time in his bedroom. He also does it taking a bath, he feels relaxed and unbothered knowing he'll be clean after that.
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K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
BDSM (dom. role)
BDSM (sub. role but won't admit it)
Humilliation (giving)
Humilliation (receiving but also won't admit it. he enjoys struggling to have someone not taking him seriously nor respecting him, he gets desperate and he loves it)
Begging (receiving)
Not a kink, but loves staring, he makes you do interesting positions to see you and your gorgeous figure from many angles as existing.
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L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
No other place than his bedroom, it's the only place he'll find the eventual peace and privacy he needs to focus. Nevertheless, the bathroom at the bath can be an option too.
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M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Erotic dreams
Unexpected flashbacks of you during sexy time
Using his alias "Overhaul" during sex. Gets him in a power position he enjoys very much.
Power dynamics ↑
Rubbing genitals
Grinding against him
Cute sets of lingerie/revealing clothes, dark colours only (like black or dark purple)
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N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nothing outside the bedroom, public sex is a 100% no-no. Also getting out of his comfort zone too quickly is something he does not enjoy very much, he rathers taking his time for certain practices.
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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Not really a giver, but man, get on your knees to suck him dry and he'll be thinking about it for weeks. It drives him crazy when you swallow his seed and leave him all clean, it's like a dream to him <3
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P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends! Kai's most common pace (during penetration) is slow and deep. He enjoys hearing you say how he fills you up and your needy pleas everytime you ask him to please increase his speed, which he happily complies, switching from slow to intense.
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Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
It is not his preference, Kai prefers taking his time to do the thing, he would not do a quickie no matter how desperate he feels, the much he'll do is to tease you so you tease him back, feeding his imagination for when he has time to have sex with you properly.
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R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
I said public sex it's not his thing, but making you scream of pleasure so everyone knows he's the one you're crying and begging for? Absolutely. Kai is not worried of someone interrumpting (because no one would interrumpt him during intimacy, like, have you lost your mind) so he takes the chance and he strives to let everyone know he is -also- brilliant in this.
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S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Kai has the stamina for as many rounds as you can imagine, but he cuts it off after the first round, maybe he'll go for two rounds maximum if he's really horny.
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T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
If he can make you moan his name without touching you, he will use any toy of your preference. He bought a set of toys to try them out on you. But you had the chance to see his cheeks turn red when you proposed using the toys on him. "Nonsense" once said he after a dildo proposal, but the "D" in "Dirty secret" has its origins here, where after many attempts, he let you play with his ass (best feeling ever but his fragile masculinity will keep this secret hidden for a long long time).
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U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Flirting/getting in the mood: He teases subtly, if he is the one to take iniciative, he'll be whispering lewd things into your ear as he grinds against you. Not much temptations here, it's just to settle the mood.
Foreplay: He teases more during this part. He subtly caresses your body in order to make you needy, touching very lightly your skin and rubbing your needy and wet pussy with the tip of his gloved fingers or the tip of his cock. Kai is cruel, if you want something you will have to beg for it.
Main act: You wish he stops his teasing here, but you'll have to keep begging for him to do the things you want him to. It'll take you from two to three pleas (they don't have to be coherent tho) to get what you want, after that, have fun!
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V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Sighs, groans and low moans. Kai holds a heavy fragile masculinity close to his chest, I can swear that, but he can't always stop himself from releasing lewd noises, specially when he's receiving a lot of pleasure, he would need to be totally aroused and overstimulated to whimper outloud, which is weird to happen (but when it does, he lets out desperate moans, his voice manages to make them sound dirty and needy as he reaches the climax.)
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W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
Undress torso and kiss his pelvis. He can go wild for how soft and sensitive that part of his body is, every kiss against that zone can send jolts of electricity through his abdomen, making Kai release sighs and low moans of relaxation. A pleasant and satisfying feeling, it sends him to a more comfortable state of mind that makes him enjoy sex a lot more, easing his worries on being in constant touch with another person.
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X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I'm tempted to show that screencap from the anime where we got to see Overhaul's back, because wow. A toned back and strong chest and arms, his body is like an inverse triangle so his legs seem thiner compared to his torso. But what we care about in this alphabet is about his ✨ size ✨. Average, clean and depilated pubic hair, it's a little curved but not too much. It gets a little longer when it gets hard.
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Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Low. It's normally on you to get him in the mood, but sometimes Chisaki takes iniciative mostly after thinking about sex for a few days (or even after an erotic dream.)
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Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
It takes him a while, specially at nightime. Kai rathers to take a shower and pee first, maybe do a little of aftercare to you. He also changes the sheets, sweat makes him uncomfortable. Theeen after that he gets comfortable and cozzy on his clean and fresh bed with you by his side and falls asleep.
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dualityofcaezar · 2 months
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Hucow jotaro been on the mind WAY too much lately so I decided to write a lil thing about how hucow jotaro sucks cock💯💯
This is male reader btw (reader is a hucow too + hella beefy)
(hucows have slits that hide their pp in this)
It's a hot day on the farm and you decided to be a helpful bull for the farmers, helping them push around hay bales and carrying heavy stuff for them.
So you're all sweaty and tired as you walk through the barn, plopping down next to your favourite hucow on a comfy pile of straw, jotaro huffs and acts like he's annoyed with a prominent blush on his cheeks, he cuddles up to your side though you notice he's breathing pretty heavily when he's near your neck. Of course you let out a small moo before looking back at him only to see him hot and bothered as his tip pokes out of the fluffy slit..
"jotaro.."
You mutter in his ear as you rub his tip and slit, jotaro moans loudly as he nuzzles his face deeper into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply as his body shakes alot.. with a few more rubs on his tip his watery cum spurts all over your hand and his fluffy lower half.
You grumble, licking his cum off your hand as you grab jotaro by his horns and shoving his face to your crotch, even while you're contained in your slit there's still a prominent bulge.. jotaro's quick to shove his face deeper, smelling your musk, your sweat. Jotaro licks and slobbering over your slit, trying to arouse you more so you poke out of your slit on your own, when you do jotaro has a little smirk of victory before he immediately deep throats your cock, choking and gagging around it as he fondles your round full balls, full of all that cum he wants to suck out of your delicious cock
Jotaro sucks so hard and so fast you have to push him of before you cum, growling at him as your cock twitches and throbs ... Jotaro looks so cute with his tongue lolling out while his spit rolls down your cock and his chin
Finally after a little bit you grab both of his horns and use his mouth as your personal cum dump😌
(psspss I writed this at 2 in the morning)
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Dick Starved | Peter Parker (Social Media AU)
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》 PAIRING: peter parker x female!reader 》 SYNOPSIS: What better way to ask your fiancé you want to “love on him” by communicating it through memes? 》 WARNINGS: crack, suggestive themes (so much of the word “dick” and “cock” LMAO), implied sex, reader is horny af for peter lol
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neverchecking · 8 months
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My coming out.
You have all turned me. This is it. I am officially a Ko*idai simp. You all have won. So for turning me, I offer you as my humble apology for the slander against his name.
A wonderful collab between my lovely and wonderful wife, whom you all should go follow right now >:( @angry-trashcan
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Bro, it’s not gay if you say no homo, bro.
Koridai looked down to Dalton, “Golly”
A moment of silence fell around them, heavy and tense. The sweltering heat around them created a sheen of sweat, making their bodies glisten. Brown connected with blue, the fire of passion igniting in the pits of their pupils. A single resolute nod fell between them. “No Homo.”
Dalton and Dante bobbed their heads in agreement.
You looked up to them, watching as their moment continued. Their ga(y)ze was deep into one another’s eyes, too distracted too pay mind to you. Dalton and Dante danced above you, bumping into once another, their sides brushing together with a lingering kiss.
Never once did Courage, nor Ko*idai for that matter, break eye contact. They simply remained, frozen in the moment, encased in the wondrous star maps that laid in the other’s ga(y)ze. Your own eyes darted back down to Dalton and Dante. A part of you wondered if you should be worried about their reddened heads. Another part of you was too over this entire debacle to care. 
All of Courage’s courage couldn’t have prepared him for this. The way Dante would move about, the way Kor*dai’s eyes were boring into him, the way you were watching with a startled expression. Kor*dai didn’t know how to handle this, he didn’t have much adventuring under his belt after all. All he had was Dalton.
Dalton had been a long standing friend. Something familiar to Ko*idai, A friend he had known his entire life. He was more than happy to share this moment with him. Even if it came (heh came) with Courage. Courage and his dastardly sinful ga(y)ze that refused to leave his. It was a game at this point, of who would break first. And Courage would not break. 
He was too courageous. He would watch Kor*dai’s brown eyed ga(y)ze as long as he physically could, which was a long time. He was a well travelled hero afterall, unlike his counterpart. Kor*dai had never been on his own adventure, and, golly was that unfortunate for their staring contest.
Dante wept from the lack of attention, once again returning to pestering jabs at Dalton, just to see the other sway back and forth. Your eyes followed them. Then they returned to the standing duo. A moment passed. A moment where you wondered if Legend was still awake. Or Twilight. They wouldn’t do this to you. 
You watched their staring for a moment longer, wondering, hoping, praying that it would either end or last longer. You weren’t sure which outcome was better for you, honestly. Your hands rested on the side of the too small bed, taking a deep breath and watching the two dancing partners continue their waltz.
You could play their silly game. That was always an option. You could open your eyes all wide and innocent and flutter those pretty lashes. Maybe, if that got no reaction you would even dare utter the single utterance you swore in your life you never would. The no good, vile phrase. But it might’ve just been enough to get what you want. With a breath, you steeled yourself, tucking away your dignity in a trunk before throwing it into the endless abyss of ‘never to be seen again’. Then your lips parted, “Golly.”
Blue and brown did not fall from one another as you muttered the words, though Dalton did add a hard sway to his fateful dance. You could almost feel yourself dry completely at the thought of what you did and to no effect. You slowly pulled your legs to yourself and rolled off the bed. Though no eyes seemed to meet you.
Though Dalton did weep at your absence, you paid it no mind. Though Dante did attempt to stand tall to catch your attention, you still turned away. You had much better things, nay, people to do. You had much better people to do, and this pity fuck had gone from sad to downright desperate. 
Though Dante and Dalton weeped together, they held eachother tall through the loss. The ga(y)zing men continued their ga(y)zing. The thought of you never crossing their minds as their eyes bore into one another’s very soul, very existence. 
You could’ve pretended to sneak out. But it wouldn’t have made a damn lick of a difference. They were too lost in the challenge. Too engaged in each other’s limitless ga(y)ze. Nothing would break this moment between them. Tender and almost intimate one might dare to say. You did not dare. You only tried to recall which room was the Vet’s. 
A hard knock at the door and it swung open, revealing Legend’s very awake face. He dared not to question why you were there, knowing where you had been. Instead only letting you in and locking the door tight behind you.
Not even the repetitive thumping echo of the room beside theirs could break their moment. It remained steadfast and unyielding, even as Dante and Dalton wilted away. Shriveling into themselves in shame. They would remain that way even as the briefest hints of sunrise broke across the room, painting it in an array of yellows and reds. Almost like the reds of Dalton and Dante’s heads last night. 
It seemed nothing could pull the men from one another’s ga(y)ze into the other’s soul. When Legend opened the door the next morning to wake them, they were still staring deep into one anothers. The shock of it almost sent him into a deep ga(y)ze himself. He took off a boot, throwing it in the direction of the men, which somehow startled them out of their trance. Courage looked to the empty bed.
“What did you do with Y/N, you-you- rapscallion?!” Courage barked, stance widening as Dante swung loyally by his side. Legend’s shock turned into a mean and sharp grin. The marks on his neck were welted in your signature color. “Everything. Which part do you wanna hear about?”
“All of it.” Ko*idai began only for Courage to cut him off with a harsh jab. “None of it, is what he meant to say.”
Legend’s grin only grew, “Okay, it started when she came to my room last night. Complaining you two wouldn’t treat her right.” Dalton shrunk ever more into himself at the words. “She would never!” Courage cried out. “Oh, but she did!”
Legend gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “You two ding-dong’s really screwed the pooch there. Lost out on a night I certainly won’t be forgetting anytime soon. But, hey, maybe you can try again. The Golden three know I’m a patient man. I’ll wait for her to come by my room once more.” Collecting his boot, he swatted it at the two, refusing to even spare a glance at Dalton and Dante. “And put some pants on would ya? It’s getting weird.” 
The two watched Legend leave the room, closing the door behind him. Kor*dai looked down at Dalton then Dante, before letting his ga(y)ze go up to Courage’s eyes. “No homo?” He asked. “No homo.” Courage replied.
With a hearty hand clapping to the other’s shoulders, Courage finally grinned. “Rule number one of adventuring? It’s never gay to kiss the homies goodnight. It’s a sign of good faith.” Ko*idai nodded excitedly, bangs flopping about much in the same way Dante did. “Right. Legend just doesn’t understand that. He has no homies.”
“Legend thinks it’s gay to kiss the homies. But we know better.” Courage says, leaning forward and placing a kiss to Kor*dai’s cheek. “Now lets get some pants on, bro. I bet breakfast is ready and I’m warn out from that crazy night we had.”
Ko*idai placed a hand to his cheek, which quickly hued into a soft red. “Golly,” He muttered, foot twirling itself on it’s toes. It was absolutely not gay to kiss the homies and if Legend didn’t see that, he felt bad for that merchant friend of his.  He would kiss his homies and be happy with it. With a wave, he said his goodbyes to Dante and Dalton, knowing he’d see them again soon enough.
Afterall, no one said where the kisses had to be, right?
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter one 𓆝 ⋆。𖦹°‧🫧
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??,, unrequited love
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader 
warnings: y/n is delulu… 
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a/n: ehhh this is chapter one!! its kinda short hehe… :pp the bolded parts are words directly from the manhwa! and the pink highlight is y/ns thoughts ^_^ pls lmk what you guys think so i could improve!
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one day in the beginning of my junior year, my best friend abandoned me. 
“im going to go home early and enjoy some yummy food at home~” jiwoon said with a cheeky smile as she packs her stuff up. 
“are you serious?! you can’t leave because of that! hold it in for me!~” i whine, trying to get my best friend to stay with me for lunch.
“you know i can’t go to the bathroom in public.. hehe..” she says as she keeps the same cheeky smile and rushed out of the class so y/n doesn’t catch her. 
“enjoy your lunch!!!~” jiwoon exclaims, already half way through the hallway 
i put my head down, upset that i’m going to be alone for lunch.
'even though it hurts, i’lll have to make it through the day by myself… '
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when i was left to fend for myself in the jungle named ‘the cafeteria..’
“ahh this sucks..” i whisper to myself as i eat alone. 
‘i should finish my food quickly and go to class..’ i think to myself as grab a big spoonful of rice and shove in my mouth. 
“hi.. is this seat taken?”  
my eyes widen as i look up to see a handsome guy from my class pointing to the seat in front of me. i cough and hurry to swallow my food as i nod ‘yes’. 
from the moment he sat with me…
“im ham jinsik.. we’re in the same class right? what’s yours? ” he says with a charming smile.  
‘ahh right.. the guy with the unique name.’ 
“im y/n..” 
i started to fall in love with him. 
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jinsik was funny, handsome, and popular. he obviously wasn’t only nice to me, but i feel like.. i’m special in his eyes… 
ever since that day, we ate with each other almost everyday. and we even hung out outside outside of school! 
we even sit next to each other in class.. it has to be destiny. 
maybe jinsik will eventually feel something towards me…
“y/n do you like anyone?” jinsik asks as he looks at me curiously, waiting for an answer.  
my heart beat fast, almost popping out of my chest. 
‘could this be the day.. we become more than friends..?’ 
“huh?! oh.. um yes, i do. how did you know..?”
“ah.. well its because i have one as well… and i want to tell you who it is! and if you’re ok with it.. maybe you could tell me yours?” jinsik says with hopeful eyes and he looks at me. 
i blush and look down. 
“ok.. who’s yours..?" i fight back a smile and let my face turn tomato red waiting for his response.  
“well…. we’re in the same grade. she’s cute and pretty..” he looks away blushing after saying that. 
“her smile just.. draws me in.. i can’t help but stare at her beauty. i was probably obvious, but..” 
i tuck a strand of hair behind man ear and turn my body towards him. 
“jinsik.. i-"
“she’s also tall.. and her hair is very long..’ he continues describing her. 
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“her name is moon bora and i have liked her ever since middle school. she’s transferring to our school soon..
i turn my body forward and slouch as he continues describing someone who is NOT me.
lets solve this..
jinsik’s crush              y/n 
long hair              medium length hair
tall!                        short
transferring to our school      currently in the same school as jinsik
met in middle school.      met in high school     
name is moon bora.        name is l/n y/n         
answer: Y/N IS NOT JINSIK’S CRUSH! 
i space out and look out in the distance, slightly upset with the results.
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on this beautiful spring day.. i thought i was going to be the main character in a romance drama.. but this unrequited love was cut short…
on the first episode…
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