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thinking about… spanking toji fushiguro! contains overstim and mentions of safewords (stoplight system)

slap!

toji shuddered as he adjusted himself on your lap, earning another slap from you. from where you were, you could see the muscles on his body flex as he jumped every time your hand came into contact with his body. “remember, toji,” you practically purred as you combed your fingers through his hair, then grabbed at it harshly and tugged it. “count.”

“t-twenty three…?” he whimpered, trying his best to look up at you from his position. his hands were tied between his back securely with shibari, and you sighed, running a hand over the meat of his ass.

“so close, baby.” the way you’d said that made toji jerk as he felt his breath catch in his throat. “we were almost done with your punishment too. guess we’ll have to start over.” toji’s eyes widened as he panicked.

“w-wait! master please! give me a second chance i- fuck,” the last word came out in a pathetic whine as you landed another spank on his ass. his cock twitched against your thigh, and you almost started laughing at his sorry state. toji groaned and jolted as he prayed that you would let him calm down before the next strike. he was so, so sensitive, and so, so close. if you landed another one right now, he might just-

slap!

toji came with a cry, drool dripping from his pretty lips as he moaned so loudly you were sure the neighbours would complain. before you could reprimand him, toji was already squirming, almost adjusting himself in a way that he presented his ass to you. even in his pleasure-drunk stupor, he chanted the words “m’ s’rry” and “sensitive” like a mantra. you sighed, picking up the heart shaped paddle on the bed. you weren’t planning to use it tonight, not if he behaved.

but toji fushiguro just can’t listen to instructions, can he?

“toji, toji,” you muttered, tracing the handprints on his ass with the paddle. “you’re such a brat, you know that?” toji shuddered as he felt the paddle ghost along his back. when he said nothing, you tapped him gently. “what’s your colour right now?”

“green, so green,” he whined, thrusting his hips against you twice. “please spank me, i deserved to be punished for being a brat for master.” and boy, it’s hard to resist when you’ve got a man with the body of a greek god begging for you.

“twenty-five more hits with the paddle, is that okay?” you asked, and toji nodded quickly, eagerly even.

“please.”

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giggling imma need a size kink with toji fr fr

feminization of toji is getting my tip sticky asf rn no joke

⎮Black Lingerie⎮

Toji never thought he would find someone much taller than him and this intimidating in his life. Even if you were looking down at him with a soft smile, he could feel a chill go up his spine at the look. Just the fact that you were in a relationship with him was still stunning, everyone around you two was shocked by how surprising your couple was.

He was a grumpy man that could go putty into your hands in seconds. It may have happened once that, before he could kill the poor worker with his glare, you wrapped your arm around his waist and he was embarrassed to feel himself relax immediately. The warmth of your large hand was spreading through his body and he was calm in a few seconds. You would still tease him about it occasionally, but anyway.

Toji was a cool-headed and confident man, and keep being that confident around you despite the height difference. It may be one of the reasons you fell for him. Though, he was shyer when you were around sometimes, especially when you would whisper in his ear, making fun of what he was wearing.

He would rarely show how embarrassed he is, except if you like sliding your hand under his pants and tugging at his panties' hem. The soft blush on his face was a blessing to your eyes, and you couldn't stop yourself from teasing him more.

You remember something that happened some months ago, and you can't help but laugh a bit. Completely ignoring the strange look Toji was throwing at you as you were chuckling alone in your shared bed.

It was a simple afternoon, just going outside with your boyfriend. You were waiting in line at a restaurant, standing behind Toji, your hands that were previously placed inside your pockets now resting on his hips. You ignore his glare and his attempt to take your hands off him, and after a while, he gives up and just looks forward, getting annoyed by how slow the line was.

With a cheeky smile, you bend forward, pressing a kiss on his nape as he jumps, placing a hand on the back of his neck, telling you to quit it now. You offer him a sugary sweet smile and just rub his hips with your thumbs, looking away innocently. You could still feel his nasty look on you, but you pretend that you couldn't sense it, looking at the blackboard to choose what you wanted to drink. Toji click his tongue annoyed, pinching your hand before taking out his phone, hoping you would stay still.

You waited for some minutes, innocently, ready to strike again. You were sure he wasn't paying attention to you anymore, and you couldn't help it. With a smirk, you grip over his pants the string of his panties, pulling them before letting them snap against his hips. He gasped, barely having the time to cover his mouth and the moan he was going to let out. You chuckle, taking a step forward, so your chest was pressed against his back, holding his hips so you could whisper in his ears innocently with a soft smile. But Toji hit you with his elbow, moving forward, cursing you under his breath as he tries to ignore his burning cheeks.

He could be intimidating if he wasn't blushing like crazy and almost rubbing his thighs together, making you chuckle even more. Toji would never admit it, but your actions made his body react in a far from innocent way. If you weren't in public, he would be pushing back his ass against your crotch. And yet, he was still tempted to do it, so tempted to just give in. He could feel the front of his panties stick to the inside of his pants now, and the way your fingers were playing with his underwear wasn't helping. Toji took a deep breath before taking a step backwards, having his leg between your own as he moves against you.

You were both so glad that someone was throwing a tantrum at the front of the line, so everyone was focused on them. Toji was trying his best to stifle his moans as he was rubbing himself against you, his hand gripping his length over his pants just adding to the pleasure. And when you gripped his hips to rut against him, he felt his body go weak against yours, and he let his head roll back, hitting your shoulder as he almost moaned out loud. You separated yourself from him immediately, embarrassment taking over as you notice how exposed you were and how far you were going in public.

You don't listen to him as he complains, holding his hips to keep him still as you hope the line will move quickly. And the gods answer your prayers, as only some minutes later, you were ordering, voice wavering as your body was so tensed you thought you were going to lose it. You paid as quickly as you could, rushing into the bathroom of the restaurant without thinking, dragging Toji with you, and you almost threw him inside a stall before slamming the door behind you.

Before Toji could know it, you ripped off his shirt and slide down his pants roughly, showing off the black lingerie he was wearing. The front of his panties was absolutely drenched, and the tip of his cock was crushed against his stomach by the elastic of his underwear. You didn't think for a second before placing the palm of your hand on his tip, rubbing it in a circular motion and chuckling at the noise he was letting out. He became even louder when you bend forward, licking his nipple over the thin material, before biting it gently.

Toji arched his back violently, head hitting the wall behind him as he let out a delicious moan. He gripped your hair, panting as you started sucking on his nipple and the movement of your hand against his cock sped up. He was rutting into your palm by now, completely ignoring the noises of two guys speaking outside, though they went suddenly silent when Toji groaned loudly, spilling into his panties. White fluids leak through the black material, coating your palm and dripping down your wrist and then, the door of the bathroom was slammed close. You tried to stand up but it was impossible.

“Princess, let go of my hair.”

Toji let out a groan of embarrassment as his grip loosens, and you were now able to freely move away. You could feel your scalp burning as he tugged your hair a bit too hard, but yet you still smiled, raising your hand to Toji's mouth, and you watched with satisfaction how he was licking it clean. The way his tongue was swirling around each of your fingers, a dumb look on his face as he was holding onto your wrist pathetically.

As he was going to lick your index, your smirk widen and you shove two of your fingers into his mouth, listening to him gag in amusement. And before he knew it, you grabbed his waist, turning him around and bending him over the sink roughly. Without a care in the world, you move his panties to the side, take out the plug dripping with lube and shove yourself inside, relishing the loudest moan he ever let out.

You refuse to waste a second and slam into him, the sounds of your hips meeting the soft skin of his ass filling the room. He could only cry out, eyes rolling back as both your hands grope his chest, using it as leverage as you rut into him. You weren't even caring about him as you were just chasing after your own pleasure, and this thought made him tighten around you. The feeling of only being used, the way you were calling him a slut and a cum dump, and how you were treating him was bringing tears to his eyes and precum out of his tip.

Toji felt one of your hands sliding down, caressing his torso, digging your nails into his waist before reaching his crotch. He thought you were going to jerk him off, but instead, your fingertip pressed against the head of his cock, rubbing it as if it was a clit. Toji could feel you pulse inside him, murmuring in his ear about how you want to see him squirt, ruin his panties and be a good girl for you. He was so embarrassed, cheeks burning in shame, but he was still so turned on that he squirted out a ridiculous amount of cum onto your finger.

Your laughter was cut off by a groan as he got tighter around you, his face was now resting against the cold wall. His cheeks pressed against it, his mouth wide open, tongue out, and with his eyes rolled back, it was giving him the appearance of a cheap slut. By now, you were more than close, and you were tired of teasing. You murmured his name lovingly, gripping his hair and tugging his head back, making his back arch. And with this new position, your pace got quicker, just railing him until he was almost screaming and your own brain was turning to mush.

His legs were shaking and none of his sentences were coherent anymore, there was no way the people outside didn't know what was happening here. You decided to stop going all the way and just push enough to hit his prostate, the more you hit it, the more he was losing his mind. Your name was the only thing he could say, telling you he was going to be your good girl and cum for you, begging for you to fill him up to the brim.

With a last groan, you slammed all the way in, stilling at the deepest part you could reach before cumming. The warmth was spreading through Toji's body, making him whimper as he felt his body relax. And you could only watch in shock as he just went limp, his mind froze as he released inside his panties with a spurt of cum, the fluid dampening the fabric and leaking down his legs to the ground.

You grabbed the plug, and just after pulling out, you shoved it inside of him. You pressed on it a bit just to listen to Toji's soft moans before helping him put his pants and shirts back on. He was so out of it that he let you do whatever you wanted, completely oblivious to how the front of his pants was sticking to his ruined panties, or how the saliva you left on his bra was also sticking to the inside of his shirt, creating a small patch there. You couldn't help but suck his nipples over his shirt, only making the small spot widen and glisten more.

With a soft kiss on his cheek, you wrapped your arm around his waist, leading him outside the bathroom stall. You meet the eyes of some people that were inside, and they immediately blushed like crazy when they saw you both. How Toji looked fucked out of his mind, barely able to walk by himself, clothes ruined while you were smiling brightly, dishevelled hair and fingers glistening with whatever fluids. You winked before leaving the bathroom, guiding Toji outside the restaurant so you could go home, not caring about the food anymore as you doubt he was able to eat by himself now.

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# TOJI : fushiguro toji. top male reader. ftm toji. oral + overstimulation. gun play.

thinking about playing with ftm! toji’s pussy. it’s so pretty, sucking in your fingers so well. toji’s thighs are twitching, muscular arm swung over his eyes to hide that dazed look away from you. the past few weeks, he paid you no mind besides asking for money. normally, you wouldn’t mind, yet it’s become too unbearable.

“s.. stop...” he whines, feet dragging himself upwards the mattress. following his request, you pull away. a smile tugging at your wetness-soaked lips, “yeah? you want me to stop?” your tone is so sweet, so considerate, and suddenly toji wants to cum inside your mouth to shut you up. “i h.. hate you.” he hiccups, tensing when he feels the barrel of your gun trace his folds.

“i didn’t hear you.”

toji’s silent as you switch the safety off.

“please...” he hesitates for a moment.

he breathes slowly, “please... fuck me.”

the view is too unbelievable. too good to be true. toji leaks around your gun, entrance fluttering around nothing. his brain is fuzzy, on the border between wanting the session to end or continue. the pain’s too euphoric, serving only for the building climax deep within him. “you already came so much, baby,” you comment, “now you’re trying to fuck my gun too?”

aw, he was pouting.

“no,” he shakes his head, hair sticking to his face like glue. he was so cute. “i want you inside... wan’ your cock. please?” and he knew how to ask properly. you taught him well. your tongue plunges itself into his pussy, and he wants to scream from the abruptness. his mouth is agape in a gasp, your fingers rocking to life.

his brain frays when it registers that your weapon is pressing into his clit.

toji fucking squeals.

you don’t make him wait long. you’re soon on your knees, slick cock sliding with ease. “ngh! you d.. didn’t,” he moans in surprise, “didn’t– fucking.. warn me.” his eyebrows furrows in a way you’ll know he’ll complain, but your thrust causes cartoonish stars to swirl around his pretty, dumb head.

“careful with your words, sweetheart,” you remind, gun tracing up and up until it was against his chin. you take advantage of the situation, thrusts forceful enough to make his cunt clench with urgency. he whimpers, “yes sir.”

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??? are you seeing what's happening in Berlin with the Palestine Congress??

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welcome to kinktober, day two.⠀⠀౨ৎ⠀⠀leon s kennedy. male reader.⠀/⠀cw. somnophilia + free use + degrading.

a small groan vibrates in the base of your throat as you slowly wake up due to the bed dipping from a change of weight and the familiar warmth pressing against your lower body. blinking away the blur of sleep while peering down momentarily, lazily watching how leon sinks himself back onto your cock with a high pitched whine.

this was something that had been thoroughly discussed, after all it wasn't your first time sleeping with each other. if one of you was needy while the other was asleep then they had consent to use your body to satisfy themselves.

leon's hands had been resting against the dip of your abs, blonde strands falling over his face. eyes travelling to your, previously, sleeping face, lids widening in realisation to you being awake. "ah– fuuck, i'm sorry.. couldn't help– ngh!" his back arches in response to your hips bucking against his own, cutting himself off.

"don't say sorry, it's okay.." you mutter, hands sliding up his bare thighs to grasp at his hips. "needy for more, hm? thought i tired you out earlier.." you tsked, voice harsh as you watch his face scrunch in pleasure while you guide him on your cock. a tiny smirk tugs against your lips as the metal of your dog tags glimmer in the dimly lit room.

he had been a brat for majority of the day, running his mouth to get under your skin and letting his hands grasp places that were prohibited during work hours. though, that's leon. the pretty boy who refused to listen until someone came around and put him in his rightful place.

a loud cry falls from leon's lips when your hips thrust up roughly to meet his own, keeping him pinned firmly on your lap while your cock bullies it's shape into his hole. "this what you wanted, sweet thing??" you coo out mockingly, allowing your balls to press up against the curve of his ass while waiting patiently for a response.

yet the way he clenches around you gives you the very answer you were searching for, a snicker rumbles in your chest while you watch how his body melts with ecstasy. a guttural mewl spills from swollen lips, crystal blues squeezing shut while nails scratch at your abdomen to ground himself. "please, ple– mmngh" he sounded pretty when he begged, so fucking pathetic without trying.

fingers press into the fat of his hips, thumbs dragging lightly over the bone as his cock weeps and twitches with a growing need of being touched. his skin flushed against the cold callouses of your fingertips, unable to shift as each movement felt like he's being torn apart.

leon's orgasm crawls up his spine with a magnitude that catches him off guard, blabbers of incoherent pleas spill into the shared hotel room as his thighs tense. spurts of cum leak from his pretty cockhead as your name rolls off his tongue like it was his favorite song, eyes glossing over with tears just from how intense it was. "good boy"

your words clouded his consciousness with serotonin, his cock all flushed and weeping as his hips rolled against yours. though that hadn't deterred you for a moment, you knew that he enjoyed it when you grasped firmly onto his waist and dragged him back down on your cock until he was left a trembling, spent mess.

"why the tears pup... thought you wanted this, no?" you coo mockingly. when his shaky jaw doesn't provide the words you were initially looking for, you allow yourself to gain control of the situation. pulling out your cock from his used hole to press his chest into the silk sheets of the hotel bed, kneeling behind him as you angle his hips up just enough to place one of the two pillows under them.

you couldn't help but admire him like this, how his hair falls in front of his face and skin flushed from your touch. a hand landing a harsh slap against one of his ass cheeks, ripping a surprised moan from his lips while his knuckles fall white from clenching his hands together.

"poor baby.. you really thought you could run away after waking me up, hm? fuckin' pathetic, you didn't even last that long" you rasp out, eyes narrowing as your fingers grasp around the base of your cock to drag it across the expanse of his hole. the head just catching at the rim before pulling back out as leon eagerly whined for more.

"hands" you command, biting down on your tongue to stifle a laugh at how quick he complied. both his hands reaching behind him while crossing his wrists without complaint against his lower back, your fingers encircling around them as your thumb drags lightly along his pulse point before giving a small tug. he was always so good.

"now you're gonna lay here and be good f'me, can you do that? gonna be good and fuckin' take it?" you hum, dragging the head along his rim again as your dog tags clink against your chest. though you weren't satisfied with the mere nod received as an answer, your free hand moving from your cock to tug at strands of dirty blond hair. "now don't ignoring me, use your words" you retort.

"y-yes!.. yes i'll be good.. s'good, please" he breathes out, pupils dilating as his shoulders tremble out of increasing humiliation. he was aware that you knew this had been something he wanted so desperately, a whine bubbling in the back of his throat as he feels the stretch of your cock again. "that wasn't hard now was it?" a hum falls from your lips as your grip on his wrists tighten, the hand in his hair untangling from the messy strands to lay another harsh slap against his ass as you tower over him.

the collision of your hands on his flesh alone send blood straight to his cock as it twitches and leaks with precum, head tilting down to hide within the sheets underneath as you drag out until the tip was left in to only slam back in until your pelvis pressed flush against his backside.

"a small word of advice, if you ever think about starting something.." you murmur out, each word punctuated out with the slap of your balls against his taint. your body tilts itself, your chest bumping into his back as your face leans closer to his ear as he loudly moans at the angle change. your cock filling his walls deliciously with every drag while the tip rubs against his prostate. "finish. it."

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Jason Todd has abs you could grate cheese on.

no i will not elaborate

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#they look so fucking unimpressed with him #they’re like #what the fuck are you doing bro

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'Marry My Husband' episode 12

Some thoughts before tomorrow's episode 13 of "Marry My Husband"

The Yura character — She wasn't introduced out of the blue. She'd been mentioned often enough and teased enough from the beginning that she was bound to show up. I figured it was going to be some kind of stunt casting because the show was hiding her face. Lost on me though, I have no idea who the actress is.

Yura is not in the webtoon — Yes. But she is in the webnovel, on which the series is actually based on. Whether she's the best character/plot the writers of the series could have picked up from the novel is debatable. But they definitely needed something for the leads after the wedding because in the webtoon, the focus pretty much shifts to Minhwan and Sumin's growing misery as well as Juran's domestic troubles.

Jiwon's reaction to Yura's appearance — OK, this is the part that has caused quite a bit of uproar. What I'm getting is that folks are confused, angry at Jiwon because Jihyuk and Huiyeon both explained he didn't cheat on her and yet she cut off the relationship just like that.

I agree this is about cheating, but I think folks may be looking at it wrong — Jiwon was looking at Yura as the one being cheated on, not her. That in this scenario, she, Jiwon, is the other woman. Like her mom who made the one-sided decision to cut off her relationship with her dad and leave them both, Jihyuk made the one-sided decision to call off his longtime engagement to Yura. This was underscored by the flashback at the beginning of episode 12, when young Jiwon comes across Dad sobbing as he watches Mom with another guy. "... no matter how long you endure, those left behind get hurt. No matter what the relationship is, once it's started, I don't think it's right for one person to end it one-sidedly."

Why didn't she listen to Jihyuk or Huiyeon? Because, like Jiwon said, everything sounded like an excuse. The hurt from long ago was blocking all logic for her. Plus, I don't think she really had time to process because they were immediately hit with the whammy that is Manager Yang's cancer diagnosis. There's that whole "oh shit, I transferred my miserable fate to one of my favorite people" mind fuck on top of all this.

Also, she doesn't know what a witch Yura is (hearing about it and seeing it for herself are very different things) . Once Jiwon finds out and then gets the reminder of how shitty her mom is, she goes to see Jihyuk. Doesn't talk to him but it is a step toward him. I can't be mad at that.

Could this angst have been handled better? Absolutely, given how confused people got.

Anyway, this would all be resolved in tomorrow's episode, I feel. Preview shows Jiwon by Jihyuk's side at the hospital. Don't think she'll be stepping back after that and we'll get our power couple in action again soon.

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