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plutopitou · 10 months

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◇ Cry for me

gojo satoru x female reader

genre: smut, angst

Gojo is not the type to love so easily. Every falling tear you spill he revels in like a moth to a flame. What did you have to do for him to stay? Easy. Just cry for him even harder. | MDNI 18+

word count: 1.4k

warnings: yandere!gojo, sadistic gojo, degradation, dacryphilia, dub/con, smut, rough sex, dumbification, not for the lighthearted, he’s mean oof, he has a god complex, you have an inferiority complex

im back everyone, please enjoy what rots my infected brain <3

“Go on..” he urges in a lulling whisper.

“Cry for me.”

He wanted to laugh in your face as your wails and whines wisp into the air- his favorite sound to hear out of you.

Gojo couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful you looked when you cried.

It fueled his stomach to spit such vile and callous words while pounding your sensitive pussy, watching the tears bubble up beneath your wet lashes as you latch onto him even harder to match his vicious thrusts.

Carnal instinct takes over to jackrabbit your aching hole with sharp plunges as your face becomes wet on your flush cheeks.

He holds a harsh grip on your chin, forcing you to meet his sweet and cold eyes. “Are you shy? Don’t look away from me..” He gasps out, his heavy breaths constricted from the sensation of fucking your soft plush body.

His words convey a playful tease but is laced with threat. You’re too fucked full to feel his energy shift to something more sinister. Your eyes feel heavy and your mind feels high. Feeling him slide in and out as you focus on his snow-white hair rustle against his pale sheen forehead.

Moaning and writhing beneath him, you’re entranced by his lean and milky body arch and maneuver in such an obscene manner that pleases you infinitely. The glimpse of his back muscles constricting and relaxing as he pushes forward another hard thrust leaves you aching.

Each pump into your soaking pussy has meaning.

He grips onto the soft, fragile flesh of your neck, sending shivers up your spine from the dominance of his touch.

Your vision is drunkenly hazy. His mouth is moving and you can barely make out the muffled words from his soft lips.

Look at you moan baby..

You gotta like this, don’t you?

C’mon, tell me sweetheart..

He liked you so much he just wanted to practically hurt you. Watching you mewl to stop while still begging for more as he bullies your insides was like pretending to throw a ball for an eager dog. You both loved every second of it.

It was so good he almost convinced you he actually loved you - loved by thee Satoru Gojo.

Gojo Satoru was not the type to love or be loved so easily.

He was a white rose with thorns. It irked him why you always seemed to not get the hint you were supposed to keep away.

Months of trying to redirect you away from his path, you still always ended up following his pace. His red flags looked green if you were infactuated enough.

Your fingers are pricked and you bled and bled trying to get a firm grip on the stem, no matter how much it hurt.

Can anyone really blame you for following him like a lost puppy?

Everyone knew a man like him belonged in the middle of a marble museum. He’s always been the main attraction. The center of an exhibit of a series of the most exquisite, bodily sculptures there is. He was the type to be guarded by red velvet rope, so tempting to be touched and admired by anyone who looked, but never touched. Tempting to run your finger through the cold and hard ridges of his abdomen and muscle that was attentively carved.

Satoru Gojo is a man that was carefully crafted by god himself.

A type of man rumored to have some of god’s power as well.

To think someone so divine as him would settle down after he got his fill was a joke. Did you think you were special?

Yet with every pump to your leaking hole you started to doubt if your uncertainty was warranted.

Gojo pulls out and rolls you onto your stomach, wasting no time as he pushed himself right back into your pussy with a gasp, squeezing his shaft from tip to base so good it makes him lightheaded. He grips the base root of your hair, keeping you flat down, the perfect position to keep fuck how he wants, how he needs.

Your eyes are lidded, a euphoric buzz down your body as your tears soak into the pillow..

“Look at your pretty pussy cry for me, too, baby..”

Gojo shuffles his hand to grip onto your lower pelvic, pushing and massaging your sensitive area. “Does it feel good right here, hm? Does it?” You flinch from the sudden arousel, fueling the claps of your skin and squelch of both your sex. You whine feeling yourself drip down your thigh to the white sheets below as you lazily try to push his hand away.

“Don’t you feel pathetic, sweetheart? How easy you make this?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, panting. “Does it feel good to be used like this? Like a fucking fleshlight?”

The sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass echos against the walls of the room, the sound bouncing back into your ears just as aggressively as he’s fucking you.

“Are you gonna be my good baby and hold all my cum in like one, too?”

“Mhm.. I wanna take all of it-“ You mumble, forcing yourself to sound coherent, face still laced with tears.

Tilting your head to the side you wanted to look at him. You wanted to see how he made you feel what you are feeling. How every light touch of his sent shivers down your back and every raspy word made your tummy flutter.

You could shed down that power into tiny fragments from one sensual look and didn’t even know.

He couldn’t let himself fall apart like this.

You yelp as he pushes your head back into the fluffy pillow before you can see past his shoulder. His force and sudden demeanor to not just make you moan, but to make you scream.

He revels in it.

Your pillow soaking in every teardrop and moan, muffled to try and hide your eager desperation. Your ass pushing back on his hard cock, both of your arousel building at the base.

His restricted moans vibrate down your sheen body. Gojo bends his arm to grip your neck, the light sensation of his abs hits your back with his carnal digs to kiss your cervix and give it a sweet gift.

“I want it, please, I want it.” You breathe. Your stream of tears roll down to his hand, and he found it erotic.

“Should I finish, huh? You want my cum, baby?” He prods. “You want me to cum right here?”

God, for your subservient nature there was no other place meant for you. You let this happen to yourself, and he never had a problem letting himself be a little selfish.

“Yeah, you’re gonna take all of it. It’s the least you could do..” Through your encased ecstasy you can hear Gojo’s brief repeated mumbles of just how much you owe him this.

Such a compromising position you were in yet you’re the one still begging.

Gojo couldn’t stop himself from wanting to send himself over the edge. He basked in that euphoric feeling of rapture with every drop of his cum pushed into your pussy, letting his hips roll back in for safe measure.

Little drips of your cum mixed with his seeps out the corners of your hole.

Lifting his weight off your back, you roll to the side in exhaustion. Catching your breath, you feel a sudden clasp on your hand.

He softly guides your fingers down to where your cum is mixed, letting the soft pads run through your slippery folds. Such a lewd position he puts you in. You can feel where his cum runs down your thigh.

Gasping, Gojo pushes your fingers into yourself. “What do you say?” He murmurs softly. His face can be read as expressionless, but his words are condescending.

For a second, you wonder how many more tears you have to spill until he realizes they are more than what he thinks.

Did you have to bottle them up in a jar as a gift for him to see you will give everything you have for his assurance and love?

It is a rocky climb up the pedestal of which he is the center of.

All you wanted was to be by his side.

He watches you carefully for your next choice of words, following the last stray tear tumbling down your flushed cheek.

“Thank you.”

These past couple months have been so rough for me mentally, i struggled to write but im glad I was able to finish this :)

This was inspired by twice’s cry for me who I recently saw on tour and they were amazing.

Ok love you guys hopefully I can finish Dabi, sorry for the absence, I will work harder!

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tj-ivy · 2 years

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roommate!eren who loves to fuck with you. it's so obvious you have a little crush on him. you're always just so nice to him despite his antics. you're always baking cookies when he asks you to, and cleaning the house after he throws a party while you're gone for a night or two. you're just so sweet to him. and, he loves to see his sweet little roommate even the slightest bit annoyed.

god, the way you react when he teases you. you shiver n squirm after he calls you 'pretty girl' or 'sweetheart.' his absolute favorite way to tease you is to bring different girls over late at night and fuck them so good that you hear their squeals and pussy squelches through the thin walls.

he loves it—the thought of making you jealous—ugh, it makes his dick hard. so hard, that for the past month he's brought home a new girl just to make you a little more jealous. he wants to see how far he can push you before your sweet little attitude turns sour. he knows you're listening, and whimpering as you use your little fingers to try to fill your cunt, desperately wishing that they were eren's.

mornings have been about the same, too. you wake up, bags feeling heavier than the day before because of your lack of sleep. you trudge to the kitchen, and surprise surprise whatever girl was getting their back blown by eren the night before would take her little walk of shame with eren slowly trailing behind her to close the door. he always turns and greets you with a sweet, low and raspy, "good morning." from there, you pick your sickeningly sweet attitude out of your seething jealousy, and carry on with your day.

but, today. today, you were tired. eren had been fucking another random girl. the only difference this time from all the other times was that you had asked eren to keep it down because you really need to sleep.

in fact, you walked straight into his bedroom earlier the day before just to ask him in your sugary sweet tone, "hey eren, could you please keep it down tonight? please? I just have class in the morning at like 8:30 and-" He cut you off and chuckled a bit, "ok, ok, i'll try to keep it down, sweetheart." while tapping the side of your waist. you responded with a simple "thank you." and, with that you smiled sweetly and were off to accomplish whatever else you needed to for the day.

you expected him to do what he said, and "try to keep it down." but, to your dismay, he brought another girl over. this time, it sounded like it was even louder. you could hear each and every one of his thrusts and every word he was spewing from his mouth. your blood was boiling. from calling the random bitch underneath him his "good girl" to hearing her scream as he seemingly hit her spot just right, it all made your simmering jealousy finally boil over.

oh, and don't think eren didn't notice. he was a little shocked at first, but was quickly amused when you started snapping at him. all he had to say was a simple "you look tired, sweetheart." and you were already yelling at him, calling him, "a loud, greasy-haired, cheap whore, who can't keep his limp ass dick in his pants." before lecturing him about why he should shut the fuck up.

when you finished your little rant, he stood in silence. not in fear or shock, but in pure amusement. you really looked like you were about to cry, and that made it even better. his lips curled into a smirk as he patronized you. "aww, you 'bout to cry?"

a weak "no" left your lips as big tears blurred your vision. "aww, baby, i think you are." he grabbed your wrist and walked you through his room and to the bathroom. he roughly squished your chubby cheeks together, forcing you to look the reflection of the mirror. "c'mon, honey. you can cry. did i make you jealous?" hot tears burned your cheeks clearing your vision to see his smug smirk in the mirror.

his hands left your cheeks and moved to your waist as your hiccups died down. keeping his eyes on your tear-filled ones in the mirror, he whispered, "let me make it up to you, yeah? I'll make you feel better before you go to class." you slowly nodded, and he turned you around to face him. he kissed your teary cheeks, and moved to kneel before you. you were perfect. just as he’d imagined. your attitude was always sweet but to him your pussy was way sweeter.

#eren aot #eren x reader #eren x you #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #aot smut #smut #eren <3 #mirror smut #tw.degradation #tw.dacryphilia #aot x reader #eren smut #eren thirst #sorry i haven't been posting much #gonna post again tmrw probably :)

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nkogneatho · 1 year

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Mamas, what’s you’re nastiest for curling headcannon for Benimaru…Inquiring minds gots to know!!!!

CLIT SLAPPING!!! Beimaru loves to slap your clit. Whenever you say you can't cum anymore, he gives your clit a fee slaps, sending shocks down your spine, making you whimper. But he does prove you wrong. 30 seconds later, your toes are curled and your back arches against his chest as you orgasm. He is lowkey an asd because he gives one last slap to your overstimulated bud, just because he likes the sight of you whining that it's too much.

#benimaru shinmon x reader #benimaru x reader #benimaru smut #benimaru shinmon #fire force smut #tw.dacryphilia #soulmoots.°•♡#aztec♡

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manjiroscum · 1 year

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LILY OF THE VALLEY

Character/s: snow leopard hybrid!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, dark content, canon typical violence, blood, murder, dub-con, marking, mentions of mating, hybrid au, kidnapping, yandere!rindou, dom!rindou, sub!reader, cockdrunk reader, implied multiple rounds, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding, blackmailing/threats, pet play, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @httn 💜 thank you love for trusting me with this! i hope you like it 🫶

Synopsis: Only fools come out to play with a feral cat.

WC: 6.1k

Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.

But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.

Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?

What should he do?

A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.

Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.

If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…

And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.

“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”

“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”

“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”

Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.

I’m sorry, Ran…

There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.

Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.

“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”

“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.

“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”

Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.

Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?

No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.

Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.

What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.

The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.

“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”

You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”

Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.

“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”

If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?

Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.

Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.

“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”

“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”

The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.

Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”

Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”

Bullshit.

It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.

You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.

“You okay with miso soup?”

Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.

Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.

“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”

“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”

“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”

“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.

Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.

“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”

Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.

Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.

Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.

His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.

Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.

The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.

“I see you’re awake.”

“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”

Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.

“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”

“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”

“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”

“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”

Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.

“All of it, angel.”

You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.

“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”

Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.

“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”

Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.

“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”

Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.

What the fuck is happening?

“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?

Why does it feel like that’s a lie?

Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.

“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”

“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”

His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.

“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”

He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.

“Don’t tap out on me, angel,” he mumbled. Mustering up all your leftover strength, you sat up and licked on the reddish tip, earning a pleased groan. His hand reached forward to brush away the strands of hair from your face then carded his fingers through them. “Good girl. Always remember this, okay? Good kittens should clean up after playing. Good kittens shouldn’t make a mess.”

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minhavn · 2 years

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your thoughts on bully beomgyu who is obsessed with the reader

ehem

who cares about childhood friends to lovers when you can have childhood bully to lovers, add a bit of spice then and voilà, you got eenie meanie asshole bully gyu 😤

this guy has his eyes set on you ever since kindergarten, purposely broke your small clay pot because he loves it when you cry. but when he knows it's him who makes you cry—yeah, he gone do it again and never let you go, ever.

high school was hell for you cos gyu never let you go that easily for more than a decade, makes you trip over his foot and flips your skirt up to see which panties you are wearing today, taking a picture of it to masturbate tonight before doing the same thing the next day—covering his phone screen with his cum at the picture of your white lacy panties, looking a bit too small for you because he could see the exact shape of your cunny, imagining how tight will you be once he fuck you behind the school, threatening to share the video to the whole school of you report this to the school counselor before turning you to his little slut, following him like a good puppy when he told you to give him your panties, shoving it into his pocket as you walk behind him a few steps away, thick droplets of his and your cums dripping down to your knees as the other students share a laugh at it and even take a picture of you as a smug smile was plastered all over gyu's handsome features.

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #beomgyu smut #tw.filming #tw.dacryphilia #tw.blackmail

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shypupi · 10 months

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Someone should bent me over and fuck me til I cry

#📝#💕#tw.dacryphilia

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mulberrysilk · 2 years

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Geto Suguru x f!Reader

Bounded!Geto tag

summary: Despite being the only person in your clan with the weakest presence of cursed energy, you were not deemed entirely useless. To your father, you were the greatest offering they could give to Geto Suguru, and to your surprise, he accepted.

cw: arranged marriage, Geto becoming possessive, mild choking, unprotected sex, DUBCON, creampie, fingering, manipulation , a little bit of dacryphillia, loss of virginity, corruption kink, breeding kink

wc: 5.4K

a/n: hope y’all enjoy this one. It is rather sweet? But still a little dark. Geto will and can breed you, make sure that you’ll provide him the necessary heirs he needed. And in this fic, I imagine that he would actually be a very loving husband as time goes by, because his wife had no sin as bad as his that could make him hate her. uwu

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M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

The tug at your hair snapped you out of your daze, reminding you of the present. Eyes focusing on the mirror from its blanked out state, you were met with a reflection you didn’t quite recognise. Golden ornaments adorned your head and was weaved into your hair, shimmering with red gems. Your makeup was done in a natural fashion, your mother keen on keeping your look natural, pure and radiant, to make sure the ‘buyer’ would be satisfied with what he was promised. The pure white wedding kimono felt heavy on your body, the fabrics not weighing much seemed to weigh like sacks of stones. To wear something so beautiful and intricate was something you weren’t used too as well.

“You make a beautiful bride,” your mother smiled behind you, a warm smile that made you tell yourself that despite the circumstances, at least she was happy.

And you were reminded just what you were supposed to do today.

To fulfil a duty only you in your family can do and was able to. You weren’t much use to your family due to you having under developed cursed technique. ‘You are weak’, they said. ‘You have cursed energy but it’s not strong enough like everyone else in the family.’ Because of that you were raised to do house chores well, taught about how to be a good wife and a mother. You were happy that even though there was a hierarchy of power in your family, they never abandoned you. They still treated you as a daughter, cousin and sister. If doing this will make them happy, then you’d happily oblige because for once, you were of use.

But why couldn’t you shake the heavy feeling in your heart, as you walked down the aisle in the temple. Your father’s arm linked with yours provided no comfort as you approached and managed a glimpse of the man who was your groom. Your soon to be husband.

Unlike the times you’ve seen him in the gatherings of his followers, he wore ceremonial black robes, a fit that radiated a different kind of superiority and energy than his usual Buddhist styles robes that he masqueraded in.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You were going to marry the leader of the organisation your family devoted themselves to, a man so powerful and malicious that he massacred a hundred or more civilians in one night. A mass murderer. A man who deemed shamans and cursed users to be superior than normal humans. You barely knew anything about who he really was, only the stories, testaments and word of mouth from other devotees who would visit your clan.

The whole part of the ceremony went as practiced and as traditionally as you were taught but when it came to the part to where the bride and groom kiss, your hands that were in his large ones, hands that had caused so much pain and suffering, trembled. Unlike you, his dark eyes were warm and calm, his smile as well, but despite managing to remain composed, you were reluctant and frightened. Maybe it was because of how unreadable he was when he looked at you that way. That concerned you more than the fact you were kissing for the first time in your life, and more so, kissing a stranger.

The two of you exited the shrine, arms linked with each other as the people you called family and his followers, showered pink blossom leaves or rose petals in the air, celebrating the marriage of their leader. He thanked them humbly with a smile and nod of his head, the two girls who he had rescued also smiling and even tearing up at the sight. You had been with them before, your father asked by Geto himself to have his daughter be somewhat of a female presence for them, and that’s how you got somewhat close to the two girls, looked after them as if they were your little sisters.

You kept quiet on the way out and folded your hands neatly on your lap in the car that escorted the two of you to the new house you would be living in. This was the first time you two were alone and you couldn’t tear your eyes from your fingers, scared to see what expression he wore.

“I didn’t get to say this,”he broke the silence, his voice as alluring as always. “You look very beautiful.”

You didn’t expect that.

Out of respect, you stuttered a gentle, “T-thank you.” Also not expecting the soft chuckle that bubbled from his chest.

“My pretty wife can’t look me in the eyes.”

You missed the light joking tone in his sentence and panicked. Looking at him, wide eyed as you quickly blurted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—

You were met with an expression almost mirroring yours. His eyes were wide and slowly blinking at your reaction, more surprised than your panic. His cheek had lifted off his palm that he had been leaning on, admiring you without you even knowing.

“I didn’t say that to scare you,” his brows raised slightly. “I was merely teasing.”

“T-teasing?” Your brows knitted together.

“Yes, teasing. Couples do that to each other.” He spoke in a matter of fact. You knew that. It’s just you didn’t expect this to be a normal marriage. Does he really intend to see you as his equal, his other half? Rather than just a woman bound to him by oath, whose duty was to bear him heirs. “You know what your duties are I assume. Your parents raised you differently from your siblings.”

You nodded, doing your best to not let your gaze waver, anxious if that should anger him.

“I’m to bear you children.”

“You are to be my wife.”

The both of you spoke at the same time. Each other’s words surprising one another once more.

Geto knew of his reputation and how it instilled fear, respect and admiration from his followers, but despite his deep seated belief in his ideology, he wasn’t as heartless as everyone believed. He asked your father, his clan being the only clan that severed their ties with Jujutsu Tech and risked their connections with other clans, to name a few, Zenin, Kamo and Gojo, to follow him, and to offer you as his wife.

“I will not be dishonest with my wife and not admit that the main intention of this marriage is to have heirs. My own clan. Once my goal has been reached, I would very much like to rest and watch the world that I have made for my followers and other sorcerers.”

“A world where sorcerers are not sacrificed nor obligated to save normal humans,” you recalled what he had said long ago, the first time you’ve ever heard or seen him. When your family pledged their allegiance and loyalty to him and his goal.

You noticed the little twitch of the end of his lips going higher, a proud, gentle and flattered smile adorning his face.

“Exactly.” He leaned his chin on his palm once more, legs spreading wider as he continued to stare at you with that look you didn’t quite understand. Was it mockery or interest? “Though your father offered you to me…”

Offered. The word echoed in your chest, making your heart sink at how you were given away like an offering to please a God.

“I already found you endearing even before.”

A merciful, kind, God perhaps.

The pit in your chest disappeared, and was now filled with a thousand butterflies fluttering as you felt your heart skip a beat. He had always been a charmer, he charmed people to follow him, to devote themselves to his cause and if they don’t, he instilled fear in them, threaten them.

The rest of the journey to the new house was silent, your heartbeat drumming in your ears. The large traditional Japanese styled home was funded by none other than one of the many donors that supported his cause. There was only the two of you when your arrived in the secluded home, surrounded by woods for privacy, unlike your clan, there were no maids or servants to maintain the upkeep of the lot. But Geto assured you, as he slid open the door that looked out the lawn, that there will be a maid or gardener that would come by, and that you won’t shoulder as much housework as you thought. It was just for the time being, he wanted to be alone in this new house with his wife.

After dinner and soaking in the bath, you found yourself in the master bedroom, in your cotton robe looking for your sleepwear. The clothes were new and the only ones that were yours were formal dresses you had in the past, other than that everything was new, from daywear to sleepwear. Not wanting to stay naked any longer under the robe, you slipped on some comfortable cotton underwear before putting on a silk set of a thinly strapped camisole and soft silk bottoms, that were shorter than the ones you owned but comfortable nonetheless.

While you were eying the low made bed in the middle of the lantern lit room, you didn’t hear Geto entering the room but a low whistle caught you off guard, making you turn quickly, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed. Your butt sunk into the soft mattress, your fingers clutching the comforter laid on top of it as heat rose to your cheeks and you averted your gaze.

But the image was still fresh in your mind, his hair messily beautiful in a loose bun, droplets of water leaking down his naked toned torso, your heart for the brief second you saw him, beating so fast at v line that pointed down his hips, only a cotton towel covering his lower body.

“Geto-sama,” you gasped, looking down at your lap, folding your legs beneath you.

“My wife should call me by my first name, don’t you think?” He raised a brow, his tone teasing as he stepped closer to the bed where his own robe laid on the corner.

You nodded, remaining still in your place, waiting for orders cause you were unsure of what to do in his presence, in your shared bed.

“You look very pretty wearing the clothes I’ve bought you,” he hummed, stepping closer, his hand unable to stop itself from reaching out and pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

His fingers brushing your bare shoulder made you shiver, warmth spreading from where he touched you to your chest, to your core.

“You’re so timid,” he softly said out loud, enamoured by the woman before him. A woman that he knew was untainted by the monkeys, someone raised to obey him, support him, stand by his side no matter what and the more he stared at you, the more he relished in the idea of being your first man, your first everything.

“Do you not like me?” He teased.

“No!” You quickly objected, the thought absurd, the panic in your voice catching him off guard. “Geto-sama is everything and more than I could ever ask for. I promise to be a good wife.” Your eyes finally met his, unaware of how your words made blood rush down to his cock. He wondered just how good you’d be for him.

“I don’t doubt your words, my dear.” He placed his hand on your shoulder now, warm palm covering your skin. He had half the urge to slip the thin strap down your shoulder.

You couldn’t stop staring at him. His raven black hair messily strewn behind his back, strands falling over his handsome chiselled face and dark eyes staring into yours, he wasn’t robed in the thick clothes he always wore, this was a side of him only you were honoured to see.

His long fingers traced your jaw before cupping your cheek, making you look up at him, his eyes glowing with something you can’t quite place but entranced you all the same.

“My dear wife, I ask you now, if you willingly offer your body, heart and spirit to me?”

You should’ve been scared. Should've been stubborn and have resisted. He was a stranger whom you only knew of from afar, a leader you and your family followed devotedly, and yet, your answer fell so softly from your lips selflessly. As if his very being took your breath away despite of the fear of the unknown. As if he was a god and you were a devote worshipper, ready to serve him and be at his disposal.

“Yes.”

Why did he make you feel like this? Was it because of his strong cursed energy that yours could never amount or compare to? Or was it fear of not fulfilling your duties as his wife?

All those questions soon disappeared when he pushes you on the bed, pinning you beneath him, palms on either side of your head and your thighs between his legs.

“Such a good little kitten,” he purred, warm breath tickling your ear and teeth nibbling at your lobe, a soft mewl squeezing from your throat.

“Obey me and you will be rewarded,” he pressed a kiss on your neck this time, lips hot on your skin and sending a heat straight down your core. He kissed along your jaw before he hovered his face above yours, his lips so close it almost touched your own. He forced you to meet his eyes, gripping your chin. “Stand by me and I will be yours.”

“I promise,” you swore breathlessly, wanting to feel more of him. To lose yourself in the way his presence overpowered you. “I promise to love you.”

“I’ll hold you onto that promise,” was all he said before his lips finally met yours with a heated passion that made your shiver.

Geto wasn’t trying to be romantic by any means, it just happened. The expressions you made whenever he spoke to you were cute and endearing, your voice and the way you offered yourself to him without a second thought fed his ego, and your timid,starry eyes , captivated him to the point where he actually wanted to make this an actual marriage for you.

Marriage bounded you to him. You were his, and something about that made him possessive.

You blinked hazily when his lips parted from yours, their warmth something you craved for. Geto’s hand caressed your mid-drift, the silk camisole rising and bunching under your breasts, the straps falling of your shoulders as he trailed his hand higher. His fingers brushed over the curvature of your breast, his fingertips making contact with your hardened nipple making you bite your lip and press your thighs together.

His touch was gentle. Something you didn’t expect from him. The way it made you feel was addicting. It was like rays of sunshine shining and warming your skin. You couldn’t believe you were letting a man touch you like this, it was embarrassing how easily you succumbed to him. But he was your husband.

You stared up at him, a tinge of coal colored fear prickling behind the dark red waves of lust. His slanted eyes were cold, demanding even. His dark long tresses fell over his broad shoulders as he shadow loomed over you, as if veiling you. His warm fingers now traced your collar bones, your chest rising and falling with anticipation, lips parted and swollen from kissing. You awaited his next move with bated breath.

“Say it again,” his voice lowered in volume, dangerously so. His eyes were moving all over your face, taking in every detail of your expression. Fear, confusion, lust. It was written all over your face. As well as obedience. Submission.

His long fingers enclosed around your throat, the action making your eyes meet his. He squeezed gently, forcing your lips to part in a cute little ‘o’, your brows knitting upwards as you tried to breathe in his hold. You weren’t even fighting back. Was that how much you valued your word?

“Tell me your sweet promise again,” he husked, his other hand gliding down and under the waistband of the satin shorts, fingers pressing against your clit through your panties, your slick seeping through the fabric. You pressed your thighs together, biting your lip

“I…” you tried to say, losing focus when he slowly drew circles over that sensitive part, your hips writhing not sure if it was to get away from his touch or to have more of it.

“Tell me, wife,” he squeezed the sides of your neck again, his thumb, despite the threatening hold he had, caressed your skin.

“I promise,” you managed to get out, voice pitchy and trembling, a soft moan leaving you when he pushed your panties to the side to dip his fingers between your slit; warm fingers tracing up and down, spreading your wetness before going back to massaging your clit. Your core clenched. “I promise to love you, Suguru.”

An unbecoming whine left you when you felt his finger slip past your entrance. Your gummy walls welcomed the intrusion, clenching greedily around his digit, even more so when he added another.

“I like it when you say that,” he smirked, satisfied and amused with how your body reacted to his touch, how sensitive you were. “Make sure to say it often. For me.” His hand left your neck.

You nodded, your hand coming over your mouth to muffle your voice when he began to move his fingers in a come hither motion. He was rubbing your sensitive spot so easily, your thighs were shaking.

“Can you feel how wet you are, darling? You’re dripping,” he leaned down, whispering in your ear.

You could. You could feel how wet you had become the more he touched you, the more he pumped his fingers in and out your cunt. Your arousal was leaking from your hole and you could only moan and whine at how good it felt. You didn’t want him to stop.

“And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

You nodded your head quickly again, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close as your hips twitched and writhed with pleasure.

Getou could feel your tight heat clench around his fingers, signalling you were close to cumming. He internally swore at how tight and warm your walls were, he can’t help but imagine how good it would feel once he splits your virgin pussy with his cock.

“Suguru,” you panted, eyes squeezing shut, face scrunching at the overwhelming, new sensations. “I-I c-can’t.” You didn’t know what you were saying but somehow he knew.

“It’s okay, darling. You don’t have to hold back. Cum around your husband’s fingers,” he rasped in your ear, a smirk dancing on his lips before he nibbled at the sensitive part on your neck. Once you heard his words, as if on command, you felt that tightening knot inside you snap, it’s threads exploding in different directions form your core, pleasure licking at every fibre of your being.

“W-wait,” your hand barely wrapped against his wrist, your body still spasming from your orgasm, his fingers still curling and scissoring inside your cunt. “Too m-much.” Your hips tried to wriggle away, something he found cute as he tilted his head to the side, admiring the woman who would carry his child.

“I got carried away,” he said simply, pulling his fingers out and opting to slowly circle round your clit. He didn’t get carried away, he just wanted to get a glimpse of your expression should he overstimulate you. With the way you were breathing heavily beneath him right now, eyes bleary and blinking to gather yourself, he wanted nothing more than to breed you dumb.

You’d let him wouldn’t you?

“It’s okay,” you easily forgave him, voice small as your eyes moved from his face and trailed down his torso, stopping where his towel was still wrapped around his hips. You reached out, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, shyly tugging at it to loosen. “S’not fair.” You mumbled.

Geto chuckled. You only had cum around his fingers and you were already so drunk on lust. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to go all the way tonight,” he teased, bringing his fingers to his lips, tongue sliding along his long digits to taste you. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your walls clenching tightly with need as more heat crept up your cheeks. “It’s only our first night as husband and wife after all, and I am but a stranger to you aren’t I? I didn’t want to scare you.” He was telling you things that would make you give up to him, he wanted you to wholeheartedly beg for him to take you.

He continued to clean off his fingers with his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours as he did, knowing that it would spur you on.

You turned your head away as if embarrassed to have been caught looking at something you shouldn’t have seen.

“I’m not scared,” you murmured, a hint of shame swelling in your chest at how you so greedily wanted to feel more of him.

“You’re not?” His voice was light, playful even. He unwrapped the towel around his hips, letting it fall to the side before wrapping his hand around his hard, throbbing cock, his eyes on your glistening wet pussy.

“N-no,” you replied, your hands gripped the pillow under your head. You were not scared of him. You were far more scared of admitting you wanted more.

After all he wasn’t a stranger anymore, right? He was to be your husband for the rest of your life and what you two were doing was something so intimate between two lovers.

A unfamiliar heat prodding at your entrance made your head snap to face him once more, eyes wide and searching for what it was. His cock was lengthy and thick, the head flushed pink. It was hot and throbbing against your pussy as he slowly rubbed his length between your folds.

How was that going to fit inside of you?

“You’re staring,” he clicked his tongue in a teasing manner, hand on your abdomen, thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit. He guided his cock along your slit, rubbing the bulbous tip on that sensitive bundle of nerves, making you moan so sinfully.

“S-Suguru…”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I don’t know if I can,” your voice trembled, clueless to the tears that collected on your lashes.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he caressed your cheek. “You promised to love me didn’t you?” He pushed the tip in, earning a sharp gasp from you. “You’ll let me do the same right?”

You were taking deep breaths, the feeling of the hot leaking tip inside your chaste cunt, stinging. You couldn’t believe the tip was in and it already had you keening.

“I promise to be gentle,” he cooed, continuing to rub your clit and leaning forward slowly, easing himself inch by inch into your tight warm cunt. He shuddered from the mere sensation of being inside of you. You were squeezing his cock so tightly, your eyes were a teary mess of fear and confusion.

“Relax,” he soothed, pushing deeper til he was buried to the hilt, a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts,” you cried softly, eyes squeezing shut as tears streamed down your cheeks. “You’re t-too…”

“Too what?” He leaned forward, propped on his forearms so that his face was close with yours.

“Too big,” you whimpered, your walls spasming around his length, trying to adjust to his size.

“You feel so good. You’re squeezing my cock so tightly . It’s taking all of me to not to ravage you,” he rasped in your ear, such lewd words making your core tighten. “Oh?” He mused. “You react so well to me. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?“

“K-kiss me, Suguru,” you forced your eyes open, tears flowing freely as the feeling of his cock spreading your walls began to no longer feel painful, your body now overwhelmed by the new sensations of pleasure. “P-please,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.

If that would ease your pain, he will.

Being a ‘good husband’, he pressed his lips onto yours, drawing his hips back at the same time, to distract you from the discomfort of being your first and last man. Oh, how addicting the embrace of your walls were as he dragged his cock in and out of your increasingly wet cunt. He muffled your moans with his kisses, his tongue dominating your mouth, adding to the already dizzying sensation of his cock fucking in and out of you.

The fear you had disappeared away as your body melted for him. Increasing hot warmth, spreading through your body as your body begged for more. Now growing used to the rhythm of his hips, to the shape of his cock and his hot kisses.

“How lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife,” he muttered, your lower lip between his teeth as he leaned back, straightening up and holding your hips.

Praises spilled from his lips, his words only making you a slave to him, to his every word, every touch. Oh how you wanted to please him. You felt spoiled already. To have been shown and showered with the intimacy a husband and wife shares on your wedding night. You’ll keep your promise like an oath, you swore as you stared at his face. Were you the reason for the pleasure indulgent look on his face? He appeared feral as if he was a wolf going to devour you.

As your belly grew taut and the pleasure that was sparking throughout your body doubled, you’d let him. You’d let him do anything if it pleased it. Was this love? You weren’t sure but it felt like it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, drunk on the thrusts of his cock, the tip brushing against a particular spot inside you that you moaning so obscenely. “S-Suguru, ah, f-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, fucking you deeper, your back arching. “You’re gonna cum again aren’t you?”

You nodded, legs squeezing tightly around his waist, his eyes watching your breasts bounce with each hard stroke, adoring the blooming marks he made on your chest. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears, a melody that he only elicited from you. They got higher in pitch the closer you reached your peak, your words incoherent as your sweet cunt sucked him in.

Your velvety walls were heavenly, soft, warm and deliciously hugging his cock. Your arousal spilled from your cunt, leaking onto the bed as a ring of white at the base of his cock formed. He groaned at the sight, fucking into your harder.

Lips parting into a silent scream, nails digging into the flesh of his back, your walls clenched around him, so tightly his hips stuttered it’s pace. The warmth builded up in your belly exploded to every part of your body, trembling and spasming at the intense wave of pleasure that swept through you. You felt as if you were floating, your mind was blank, and the bed felt like clouds against your skin while all you could do was look at him.

“Good girl,” he cooed, able to draw his hips back til his cock almost left you before plunging into you once again, using the wetness from your release to bring him closer to his own. “You take me so well. You look so pretty like this,” he spoke, his compliments making you blush and turn away.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, grabbing your face roughly with his hand. “Keep looking at me. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He seethed, his other hand pulling you down by the waist to meet each deep thrust.

“T-too much, Suguru. I-I cant anymore! Came already,” you panted, your much smaller hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him or to tell him to slow down.

“We’re not done yet, darling. The night has just begun,” his voice began to loose its steadiness. “I have every intention to fill you full of my seed.” He groaned, giving his final thrust as he spilled inside of you. Hot cum filling your womb, you felt his cock twitch inside and was not able to suppress a moan at how good that felt.

He fell forward but made sure not crush you either, his forehead rested against your own, and the heavy, staggered fanning of his breath on your lips matched your own. “We need to make sure it takes.” He said softly, eyes closed in bliss and kissing you.

Geto remained still inside of you, emptying himself in your womb and as he did, he peppered your chest and neck with kisses, letting you come down from your high before pulling away.

The emptiness that followed when his cock slipped from your cunt, made you shiver. Geto sat back on his heels, his large hands on your hips as he watched his cum leak from your abused cunt. “Mhm, don’t want that to go to waste now don’t we?” He chuckled softly, plugging your hole with two fingers as if to shove back his seed into you.

Eyelids heavy and blinking slowly, you steadied your breaths. Your core was still contracting little by little from your release, and inside your belly felt warm. A warmth you didn’t think you’d find comforting.

Before you could even come to, Geto gently flipped you over onto your stomach, your cheek pressed against he pillow as he lifted your hips up, propping your lower body on your knees. Your pussy was a mess, your slick dripped down onto your thighs and onto the bed, and every time your walls would squeeze around nothing, white cum would seep out your pink hole.

“I have no doubts about your promise,” he spoke, guiding his tip to your swollen cunt once more. “I have no doubts you’d be a good wife.” His hands massaged the fat of your ass, squeezing hard before slapping the flesh, making you whimper. “Do you remember your vows?”

“Ye—ah! Y-yes,” you shakily responded, shivering with pleasure when he plunged back into your cunt once more, the fullness filling you up again.

“Say them again,” he commanded, thrusting languidly, giving you just enough friction.

“Suguru, p-please,”

He needed to hear your words of promise. Geto didn’t know why but he craved it. It was a reassurance that he didn’t know he needed til now.

“I, Y/N, take you, Suguru,” you muttered softly, hands gripping the sheets below as you slowly rocked forward with his thrusts. “T-to be my husband…”

He didn’t expect you to actually be able to say it and yet here you were, face pressed against the pillow with voice quivering and soft moans leaving you, ass up and taking his cock, reciting your vows from heart.

“….T-to love and to cherish,” you continued, your own hips moving, begging for more, meeting his shallow thrusts.

“And?” Geto stilled, leaning over to press his back against yours, his cock buried to the hilt and pulsing in the warmth of your walls.

“A-and,” your hands fisted the sheets when his hand snaked around your body to rub your swollen clit. “And to obey.”

Suguru moaned in your ear, breathy and sweet, it sent shivers down your spine.

“Good girl. Never forget your vows. From here on out,” he carded his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful and straightening up, angling himself to reward you with pleasure and his seed. “It’s til death do us part.”

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Two bros?! It means: two valentines ꩜_꩜

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𖦹 content: lil sis!female!reader, faux sympathy dom!rindō, mean dom!ran, incest, nicknames, unprotected sex, handjob, cunniligus, dacryphilia, overstimulation, (forced) breeding, non-con filming, squirting, dub-con, dark content.

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"Oh, you always look so cute crying, can you look at the camera? I bet that asshole you like will love to get off watching this video of you crying while taking your big brother's cock in your little pussy, don't you think he'll like it, Ran?", Rindou asked holding the phone towards your face wet with tears that made his dick throb even after he had just cum deep straight down your throat.

"Of course he'll like it! Who doesn't like to see a pretty girl crying while getting fucked?", Ran replied holding your waist tighter as you tried to wipe the tears from your face.

Your body was all marked with both suck marks and drawings of hearts made with a red lipstick on your tits, groin, cheeks and thighs, your legs were still trembling the same way they did when Rindou was busy eating you out and sucking on your clit, the overstimulation hitting your body almost with the goal of making you pass out from pleasure.

Your brothers were mean. Too mean.

They had overheard you minutes before talking to some guy of your college about how much you liked him and how you wanted him to be your valentine, and you even felt a little shy when you realized how much they were both staring at you, especially since you didn't usually talk much about the boys you liked at home.

It wasn't as if you didn't want them to know that you had a crush, but it was their possible reaction that scared you.

Ran was always possessive, so much so that you hardly ever got home from college without being in his car, but Rindou? Oh, honey, Rindou is on another level. He would run his hands all over your body with the excuse of seeing if you were good enough for the boys you liked, and when you started to go to college in fact, he said that you had to learn how to please a man if you wanted to have a boyfriend.

Which means: if today you know how to move your hand in the right rhythm on a guy's cock or how you like to be touched on your clit, it is because he and, later, Ran taught you.

Aren't they very good brothers?

"R-Ran, I-ngh! Please, I-I need–", Rindou put two fingers in your mouth and pressed them against your tongue making you choke and try to move the head away from him, at which Ran gave a deep thrust inside your tight pussy and pushed your body forward.

"What, hm? You need a Valentine?", the older of the three of you asked leaning his head on your shoulder and continuing to move hips against yours, his eyes focusing in the direction of your phone camera that Rindou had snatched from your hands earlier, "We're both your Valentine, who said you need a Valentine other than us?"

"Yeah, for real, you don't need a boyfie like that asshole, I bet he must be fucking a slut right now while your brothers are taking such good care of you", Rindou whispered taking his fingers out of your mouth and bringing them to one of your hands to make you start jerking his already semi-hard dick again.

"Oh, he sure must be, but at least your big brothers will always fuck you better than any dickhead you like, y’know that, don't you, sweetheart?", Ran spoke leaving a kiss on your shoulder before giving a deeper thrust.

From the way his cock twitched against your walls, you knew he was about to cum deep inside your pussy the way Rindou usually does.

"Ran-nii, yo-you can't! Stop! N-Not inside!", a chuckle escaped his lips, but the one who answered was the other brother.

"Oh, you're so ungrateful, I guess we spoiled you too much as a little sister", Rindou grabbed your face with the other hand trying not to shake the recording too much as you continued jerking his sensitive cock, "We're filling your tight pussy up 'cause we love ya more than him! Don't you wanna be our valentine, kitten?"

You tried to deny it with the head, tried to whimper so Ran wouldn't impregnate you, but your big brothers know what's best for you in the end, don't they?

He gave a slightly rougher thrust inside your pussy before those cum-filled balls filled you completely from the inside and made you roll eyes in bliss as you felt the pressure of the hot, thick jets and squirted all over his dick.

"Mhm! There we go, our lil' sis cumming all over her favorite dick, cutie!", Rindou spoke before handing the phone to his brother, pulling your body away from him until your pussy was empty and dripping cum and leaning you against his pecs with your legs spread wide enough to let Ran catch a good view of your used hole starting to expel his white cream.

"Tell your crush how much you love having your brother's cum in your little pussy, sweetheart, and wish him a Happy Valentine's Day ♡"

Ran spoke before stopping recording to send that first video to your chat conversation with that poor boy – who was even online – and then resuming recording another video as Rindou lifted your legs and positioned his cock close to your pussy.

They were your two older brothers. Nothing fairer than for them to give you a Valentine's Day present.

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oh-katsuki · 2 years

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Body Wash (Nanami x Reader)

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Pairing: Professor!Nanami x Student!Reader

Summary: Professor Nanami Kento deals with his attraction to his student in the shower.

“Over the course of the quarter, you and Nanami have formed an uneasy friendship. It’s something between pleasure and profession but never crosses the boundary into one or the other. It’s simply you, Nanami, your studies, and the tension that consistently lays thick between you both. Maybe it’s just him. Maybe Nanami is simply a secret pervert pining after his young, 20-something student.”

Content Warnings: m!solo, masturbation, daddy kink, sir kink, body worship, feet stuff if you squint (barely), dubcon (implied professor x student relationship), power dynamics, age gap (reader is in their early 20s and Nanami is 28), overstimulation, dacryphilia, mentions of blood, mentions of virginity

Word Count: 1.8k (short n sweet)

A/N: This is my apology gift for my previous Nanami fic. I’m very humbly offering it to you. Also, thank you @tteokdoroki for helping me come up with the title <333

Edit: This fic isn’t showing up in the tags and im gonna bash my head into a wall over it. i hate it here. pls help a girl out.

The shower water is hot, running in thick, gentle beads down the shape of Nanami’s body. He stares at the drain, watching the water swirl as it pours down, shampoo running off his form to join the liquid on the floor. It catches on the ridges of his body, dipping down and over the hard lines of his abs and he watches his chest heave.

Nanami has never particularly wanted anything, never wanted something so bad that he throws his entire person behind it. He’s by the books, a good man who, at nearly 30, is still unmarried. Nanami works as a professor at your university teaching a class on ancient Sanskrit. It’s technically a linguistics course, but Nanami has a Doctorate in Ancient World Societies and as a result, is well-qualified to teach it.

He has never thought about a student in any manner outside of academics until he met you. He’s not exactly sure what it is about you, but you stay after to ask him questions that are meant to be answered by your TA and Nanami never has the willpower to turn you away. You’re studious, well-immersed in your studies, and from the quality of your assignments, he can tell you work hard. He admires that about you. How, despite your numerous questions, you’re always eager to do better, apologizing to him when you don’t.

You’re pretty, really pretty, with a glittering smile to boot and wide, innocent eyes. You’re a bit frazzled, but what college student isn’t, especially taking a course like Sanskrit. And you’re popular with your classmates. Nanami can see the way they drool over you, offering a little more help than is necessary. It makes you all the more tempting. Everything about you is tempting to Nanami, your clothes, the way you clutch your books to your chest, and the innocent way you drawl out professor like it’s a term of endearment.

Over the course of the quarter, you and Nanami have formed an uneasy friendship. It’s something between pleasure and profession but never crosses the boundary into one or the other. It’s simply you, Nanami, your studies, and the tension that consistently lays thick between you both. Maybe it’s just him. Maybe Nanami is simply a secret pervert pining after his young, 20-something student.

Either way, he definitely feels like a pervert now, watching the way his heavy cock begins to stir between his legs as soon as you cross his mind. Everything is wet and slippery, shampoo and body wash still clinging to the skin he hasn’t scrubbed it free of and his chest heaves with the rising feeling of his desire. Nanami’s skin burns hot thinking about you, about how soft your fingers feel when they brush by his or the way your saccharine-sweet voice chimes out his surname along with the powerful prefix of doctor.

Yeah, Nanami is a doctor of history. He’s worked hard to get where he is and currently, Nanami is a doctor of history with a cock that throbs for his student. It makes him feel disgusting, shameful almost, and he tries to ignore it as he runs his hands over his soaked blonde hair, hot water hitting his face.

He can feel the steam of the shower in his lungs and even the sound of the faucet running doesn’t drown out the way he can still hear you calling him in his mind. Professor, mind if I stay behind a moment to go over this? Dr. Nanami, I need some help. Teach me.

Nanami wonders what other words sound good coming out of your mouth, if your voice sounds just as sweet when it’s muffled by his cock or fingers. He tries not to let his mind wander, but it’s futile. You are so enticing to him. Nanami wonders if you’d call him daddy or sir. If you’d spread your legs to reveal a pretty pussy that’s soaking wet all for him. He wonders if, under your skirts, you’re hiding slick that collects between your thighs.

Slowly, his hand finds his cock, wrapping thick fingers around the twitching length. Nanami stifles a groan. God, he’s 28 years old and you’ve got him groaning into his fist while he touches himself in the shower. Fucking pitiful.

His chest heaves as he debates what he’s doing, abs moving up and down with each shaky breath. In his fist, he can see the angry red tip of his cock, twitching against his palm before he slides his hand up and then down.

Everything is heightened when he’s thinking of you, he’s already reeling from the sensation, head spinning as you flood his thoughts, as his cock grows harder under his slow and steady ministrations. Nanami swipes his thumb over the tip, the water that’s running off his arm trickling onto it. He gasps, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

He goes slow like this for a while, long and languid strokes of his cock in a semi-tight grip, just trying to imagine that, with the hot water, it’s finding refuge in the warmth of your sweet cunt. Nanami imagines that you’re there with him, on your knees in front of him, kissing his feet and working your way up his leg.

In his mind’s eye, he sees and feels your lips against his legs, biting at the flesh as you work your way up. He wants to watch you like this, biting at him, trembling with desire as he fists his cock. Nanami can feel the press of your hands on his thighs, imagining that you’re kissing your way up his body, biting at the skin and licking along the ridges of his muscles. He wants to feel you walk behind him, running your hands down the expanse of his chest, mumbling about how you want him to cum into his hand. Asking him if it feels good into the taut muscle of his shoulder.

Nanami tightens his grip on his cock, grunting as he closes his eyes.

Does it feel good, professor? He imagines your lips on his neck.

“Yeah.” He sighs out, tilting his head back to feel the water hit his forehead.

Nanami reaches down with his other hand and cups his balls, fingers rolling on the underside of them as he lets out a slightly strangled moan, hand moving faster up and down his length. He can hear it now, the way his hand squelches over his cock, the sound of his balls muffled by his palm. His body hums with the feeling of it, toes flexing against the shower floor.

He’s not particularly quiet, not that he could be when he’s imagining you, groaning and grunting in heavy breaths as he picks up the pace of his fist. Nanami removes his hand from his balls with a grunt, too close to cumming as he stills. He wants to enjoy whatever moment this is. One where he can abandon his guilt over imagining his student and instead feel the burn of his almost-orgasm slipping away from him.

He braces himself against the wall with one arm, hand still fisted around his cock, unmoving as he tries to picture what it would look like if he spread you out on his desk. How would your cunt look with Nanami’s fingers stuffed in it? Would they make you cry? Would you beg your professor—no, your daddy—for more? Nanami begins to move his fist again.

“Oh, fuck.” He breathes out, his pace faster this time than before.

Nanami’s fingers curl against the shower tile that he braces himself against, twitching each time he rolls his fist over the throbbing head of his cock. He wants to make you writhe, make you cry for your professor.

He imagines that he’s got you pinned up against the shower wall, cock buried to the hilt in your pretty pussy while he presses a large palm to your forehead, holding your head against the tile. Look at me while I fuck you, he wants to tell you, and he wants you to whine his name between your sweet moans.

Nanami’s blonde hair falls in wet strings in front of his face now, head angled towards his fist as he goes between closed eyes and ones open with the desire to see what he does to himself, what you do to him. It’s filthy, the things he imagines doing to you. Making you cry from overstimulation. Would he fit inside of you? Would you bleed? Are you a virgin? These are all questions that go in and out of his mind and between them all, he imagines you’re still behind him, moaning in time with him.

In his mind, when he moans, you moan, eager to see the pleasure he gives himself to the thought of you. Nanami wants to be watched, he wants you to see your professor touch himself to you, wants to feel you bite his neck and then mumble me next, sir.

He’s getting close again, muscles of his back flexing each time he pumps his length with a tightly gripped fist. Nanami’s going to cum. He’s going to cum so fucking hard for you right now, deep moans emanating from the back of his throat.

He can hardly feel the shower water now, instead focused on the way his lower gut burns, on the way his balls begin to tighten with his imminent release. Nanami wants to find it in your cunt, but instead, he imagines you begging from behind him to finish, begging to let you lick it off his hand after.

It’s building, coil winding tight in his body. He feels his muscles growing tense, desperate heaves of his chest as he climbs higher and higher.

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Shit.” He doesn’t know who he’s talking to, but he moans out the words nonetheless.

When Nanami cums, he throws his head back with a guttural groan, deep and raspy as he fucks his hips into his fist. It comes out in spurts, thick and white, mixing with the water on his hand. He’s seeing white, body tense as he spills into his palm, spreading it down his cock because he doesn’t need to worry about the mess. He can make one if he wants. Though it will take more than his dove bar soap to wash him of his perverseness.

Nanami stays there like that for a moment, relishing in the aftershock of his orgasm. He watches the way cum coats his finger, how his cock twitches when he lets it go. His chest heaves and his head spins, taking in a deep breath before turning to rinse his hand under the water, watching his cum fall away and wishing you were there to give it to.

He’s not sure how he’s going to face you in your next class. You always sit upfront and it’s never been a problem, but he’s sure now that this perversion won’t go away. As a turns off the water, he worries that the next time you come to ask for help, eyes wide and curious, he’ll give away just how much he wants you.

How unprofessional.

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readerinsertz · 2 years

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Hi!!! I love love your writing I was wondering if you’d write a Drabble for Grimmjow with some size difference, dumbification or dacryphilia and some aftercare?

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

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Warnings: 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, one line where 'she&her' is used, pet names (princess), doggy, unprotected sex (use condoms!), humiliation, degradation, size kink, strength kink, dacryphilia, nipple piercing, dumbification, praise, aftercare, spanking, dirty talk, hickeys, possessiveness, marking, subspace, NSFW under the cut

“And remember, sharp as a knife,” Grimmjow reminds. Of course, he would use a blade as an analogy. You roll your eyes at him, the bratty action being rewarded with a slap on your butt.

“How am I meant to keep your liner straight if you do that?” You snap. Grimmjow rolls his hips and your anger melts as the tip of his dick rubs against your slit through the fabric. One large hand wraps around your wrist, the blue pencil almost falling from your limp fingers, and pulls it closer to his face. Normal men take the next step in their relationship by giving their girl a key to their car or house. Grimmjow lets demands you do his blue eye makeup. Occasionally he would even draw a white bone on his right jaw. You don’t know what’s hotter, that you can go makeup shopping with your boyfriend and not get ‘yeah, looks great, babe’ mumbles directed more to a phone than you or that your man was comfortable in his masculinity to wear “feminine” things… Never mind, it was watching him beat up some homophobe who thought men wearing makeup is gay.

You take the hint and bring the blue liner back to his eyes, concentrating on making the wing as sharp as possible. Thankfully, Grimmjow lets you concentrate, one hand kneading your butt. One change to an eyeshadow brush to blend everything and dotting some concealer to make everything crisp and you’re done. Leaning back, your eyes flit over your work before deciding it was good enough and reaching for the mirror to show him. You cap the liner and close the eyeshadow palette whilst your boyfriend scrutinises your work. Clearly, it passes the test as Grimmjow flips you onto your back, two hands landing on your hips to pin you down.

“Time to repay you for your work,” Grimmjow purrs. “By ruining your makeup.”

The male grabs both your wrists in one large hand and pins your forearms to the mattress. You mewl and buck your hips into his, needing friction. Grimmjow places a thick thigh in between yours, allowing you to grind your core against him. Your head tips back as a large moan tumbles out of your mouth when Grimmjow brings his head down to nip at your clavicle, leaving a few marks.

“Grimm,” you moan, the male kissing his way down to the hem of your tank top. His sharp teeth graze against your skin, you whimpering at the pleasurable sting, the fabric being pulled down with his head. His other hand comes up, one finger hooking into the material to pull it even further down, the tops of your breasts revealed to him. Your tease of a boyfriend dips down and starts sucking hickeys onto the bared skin. Visible hickeys were hot but hickeys in places only he got to see were even hotter. You keen when you feel Grimmjow move away from you, his large hands grabbing the fabric at the back of his neck and pulling off his shirt. The wicked smirk he gives you tells you he had undressed that way since you found it so hot.

Grimmjow plants a hand by your face, and you realise that you hadn’t moved your hands from where they are stretched above your head. Grimmjow takes one bud into his mouth whilst his other hand cups your right breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You’ve always liked your pleasure with a bit of pain and Grimmjow’s the only person you know who has never hesitated to hurt you. He respected you enough not to treat you as if you were made of glass. His thumb and pointer finger pinch and roll your nipple. Rotating his wrist 90 degrees, Grimmjow pinches again this time playing with the metal bar that runs through the flesh. The tall male pulls back, letting his teeth graze your other nipple as he goes. A jolt of pleasure spears down your spine straight to your cunt making it throb even more. The male chuckles lowly as he watches the way your body writhes on the bed.

“Maybe one day I’ll take you to one of my friends so we can get this one-” he gives your left nipple a mean pinch that was rewarded with a soft squeal from you. “-repierced.” You can’t stop your eyes rolling to the back of your head or your hips bucking up, desperately needing friction on your clit. Grimmjow chuckles, leaning over you to pin your wrists with his non-dominant hand. All the strength of your upper body wasn't enough to dislodge his one arm. It turned you on as much as his statement. Having Grimmjow talk to-about you- like that with such nonchalance, like you were an object for his pleasure, a doll that he gets to decide how they look is humiliating. The sheer dominance of it makes you drip.

“Wouldn’t that mean your friends get to see my tits though?” You cheekily ask. You laugh when you see Grimmjow’s expression drop, not thinking of that.

“No,” Grimmjow growls into your neck. “You are mine. No one is allowed to see you like this.” Grimmjow rocks his hips into yours to reinforce his words, his bulge brushing up against your clit in the most maddening way possible. You sigh before gasping as you feel him biting the side of your neck to mark you as his. You moan at his ownership over you.

“I wonder,” Grimmjow begins, fingertips trailing over your thin tank top, ticking the sensitive skin of your navel that your bunched up shirt now displayed, “if I were to put my hands in your pants, how wet would they be?” You’re tempted to ask him why doesn’t he just find out but since your bratty earlier comment had been let slide, you’re not sure he’ll be as nice a second time so soon. You don't get a chance to answer before two fingers slip into you, curling just the right way to hit that spot deep in your gummy walls that has your thighs reflectively snapping shut.

“Keep them there,” Grimmjow orders, pushing his weight onto your pinned arms for a second before retracting his palm. It wraps around your right thigh, large enough to encompass the flesh as he pushes it from where it’s pressed against your other one and pins it to that mattress. The blue haired male shuffles into the newly made space, forcing your legs to spread even wider to accommodate him. Grimmjow’s other hand makes quick work pulling down your trousers and pants in one go, cruelly leaving them hanging mid-thigh and preventing you from spreading your legs too far. Ever a sadist, your boyfriend kneels on top of the fabric, forcing your hips to stay down. Strong fingers trace up the flesh of your inner thigh the ticklish sensation making you jerk although, between your pinned right leg and thighs, you barely move.

Grimmjow pinches the skin just below where your leg meets your thighs. Your moan is long and high pitched and rewarded with a chuckle. Thankfully, the blue-haired male doesn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, skimming two fingers through your lower lips to collect your slick, circling your clit a few times. He doesn’t give you the chance to make a sound of protest when his fingers leave your bud before plunging two fingers into your pussy.

The fingers wrapped around your thigh clench and you know tomorrow you’ll have a handprint-shaped bruise but you’re too drunk on the pleasure your boyfriend is giving you to say anything. There had been times in that past when you had complained about the marks he had made and in return, Grimmjow had made sure to leave no skin untouched with his fingers and teeth. Grimmjow lets out a deep groan as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers, thick digits spreading in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“Fuuck, you should feel yourself. So fucking tight. ‘M gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be dripping f’me,” Grimmjow drawls, blue teal eyes focused on where his fingers enter your cunt. Your chest heaves as you pant out, hands clenched into the fabric to prevent disobeying his orders not to move.

“Please, Grimm-” your left thigh burns as the sound of him spanking your flesh echoes off the walls into your ears, thigh noticeably wet from your slick. “-please, sir,” you correct, “please let me touch you.” Grimmjow looks down at you, eyes softening as he takes in your flushed face and heavy lids.

“Such a good girl, doing what I say,” the praise is cooed down at you, Grimmjow’s left hand cups the side of your face. It’s so large that it covers the entire side. “You can touch me.” Grimmjow grants permission, having known you long enough to know when you’re so stimulated you have to hold onto him in some way to ground yourself. Your hands immediately shoot out and grab onto his broad shoulders, the male leaning down slightly to make it easier for you.

“Please, need you. Need in me so badly,” you babble, dark eyes turning glassy.

“But I am in you,” Grimmjow points out, adding a third finger and stretching you out better than your fingers could ever do. Your back arches, breasts pushing out as if as an offering. Grimmjow doesn’t hesitate, his large hand grabbing one.

“Neeeed your cock. Need it- fuck- need it to fill me up. Please fuck me.”

“Such a good girl. Such a pretty baby.” His fingers curl and rub against your gspot. The stimulation leaves you wailing and bucking so very close to the edge. Instead of being pushed into that pleasurable bliss, Grimmjow pulls his fingers out and shoves your hip back down onto the mattress, the hand on your breast pinching your nipple to help edge you away from your orgasm.

You don’t even get to complain or throw up a pout you know would have the tough man caving and doing anything you wanted. Maybe he knew you were about to do it because Grimmjow grabs both your hips and easily flips you over. One of his hands runs up your back, pushing your head down to rest on the pillow. Grimmjow traces your spine down to your hips, holding them to pull them up. Once he had manhandled you into the position he wanted, he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pumping his length a few times. The male traces your lower lips with the mushroom head. You wiggle back, trying to get him into you but Grimmjow spanks your ass instead.

Torturously slowly, Grimmjow pushes his dick into you. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he pauses for you to get used to the stretch. His dick is big, stretching your walls in the best ways, and curves to the left a little. You wait a few heartbeats but become impatient and push back to urge him to start fucking you. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs as Grimmjow pulls back before slamming back into you. There is an animalistic quality to the way he pumps into you, your punched out moans with every thrust accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Each thrust in has his cock brushing against your gspot and tearing a high pitched moan from your lips and every time Grimmjow pulls back you whine. You’re drunk on the pleasure only he can provide, hips meeting his to increase your pleasure.

Grimmjow bends down, coming to rest on your back and caging you in. One of Grimmjow’s hands remains wrapped around your left hip, helping you to move in sync with him, the other planting into the pillow by your head. His frame is large and wide enough to cover your whole body, creating a sense of protection and fire to burn through your veins. The new position has him reaching even deeper, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. You’re barely coherent enough to think how hot his hand looks, veiny and big. You’re definitely not coherent enough to worry what the neighbours will say.

“What a dirty little dumb slut, so desperate to have cock in her she can’t even take her shirt off before being fucked,” Grimmjow degrades, tears pooling in your eyes. Your shirt is a rumpled mess, scrunched up below your breasts, thin straps having fallen down around your biceps and restricting free arm movements. The tears begin to drip down your cheeks, you’re not too sure if it’s from the pleasure or Grimmjow’s cruelty. Probably both. “You’re my little fuck slut, pussy so -fuck- fucking wet, wish I could stay here forever. Best pussy in the entire world,” Grimmjow mumbles. “Tell me you’re my slut.”

You parrot the words into the pillow, unable to lift your head to tell him. The blue-haired male isn’t pleased with it and fists your hair to yank your head up, all the while setting a rough pace with his hips.

“What was that dumb slut? Couldn’t hear ya?”

“I’m yours! Fuck, Grimm, I’m yours,” you sob out, eyes rolling back as Grimmjow relentlessly bullies your cervix with his dick. “I’m your fucking slut. Fuck, so fucking good. God, love your dick in me, wan’ it all the time.”

“Aww, you’re such a sight. Fucked dumb by my cock. My stupid little slut.”

Both your hands are clenched into the sheets, teeth clamping on the pillowcase to try and quieten yourself as the tears keep leaking down your cheeks. Your attempt to muffle yourself is barely successfully, wanton moans still audible. The pleasure is too much and you’ve stopped trying to grind back into him; you submit to his hips thwacking against yours and turn off your brain, handing your pleasure and release over to him. Grimmjow easily picks up on your decision, hand moving from the mattress to curl possessively around your throat. You arch into the palm hoping he’ll grip it harder but instead the blue haired male drags it down between your breasts to slide through the dark curls and to your neglected clit. Two fingertips flick against your nub without finesse- Grimmjow only aiming to have you clamping down on his cock. The additional stimulation is the last push you need and you cum with a loud moan, collapsing onto your front.

It takes a few minutes but you come around, feeling the shallow thrusts of your boyfriend. Grimmjow is still hard, desperate to release but waiting to make sure you’re okay. With effort, you turn your head to the side and glance back at him, giving him a nod. With your permission, Grimmjow shoves you back down, manhandling you so your thighs are splayed on the outside of his muscular ones. A large hand cups the back of your head, pushing it down whilst tilting your hips up. You get the message and curve your back, resting your upper body weight on your hands placed below your shoulders on the mattress. The position strains the muscles in your biceps but you make do, wanting Grimmjow to also orgasm.

The male drills into you, fucking you as if you’re about to leave. Your walls are oversensitive, pulsing around his member as he forces himself deep into you. The wails you let out are loud. To shut you up, Grimmjow forces three fingers in your mouth, thumb curled around your chin to keep them there. As if conditioned, you suck on them, twirling your tongue over the digits filling your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. My little slut. So fucking tight, making me -fuck- feel so good. That’s right clench on me. Clench that messy pussy on me. No one else can get you this wet.” You try to moan in agreement but Grimmjow shoves his fingers further down your throat. Your gags add to the noises being made yet you keep eagerly pushing your head closer to his fingers, fucked dumb wanting to keep gagging on his fingers.

Tears drip from your eyes again, black trails snaking down your face as Grimmjow begins to lose rhythm. He pulls out, hand wrapping around his dick and jerking himself off. You hear a loud groan and then feel his hot cum land on the middle of your back. The fapping noise continues, Grimmjow milking his release. A few weaker spurts land on your ass cheeks before Grimmjow sighs and stops.

Two muscular arms wrap around your shoulders and roll you over into his chest. One remains wrapped around the tops of your shoulders as a pillow the other one moving down your body to scoop up his cum. Grimmjow’s fingers rest on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“C’mon, princess, be a good cum slut.” You glare at him but obey, parting your lips and taking his fingers into your mouth. You slurp noisily around them and snort when you feel his dick twitch against your thigh. When he deems his fingers cleaned, Grimmjow slides them out and cups your face making sure to keep his wet fingers angled away from your skin. He pulls you into a kiss, this time sweeter than the passionate ones you had experienced earlier. This one he uses to show his love for you. He pulls back, your head following his so as not to break the kiss too soon. The action has the male chuckling and petting your hair.

“Gimme a few seconds,” he tells you. You whine and pout, giving him the best puppy dog eyes but it isn’t enough to sway him. His face softens as he says, “Princess, I need to get a wet cloth to clean you up then we can cuddle. I’ll be one minute tops. Are you okay with that?” You pout but nod, curling into a ball to stay warm when he leaves. A bolt of electricity judders through your pussy when your thighs accidentally clench and another whine falls from your mouth. You blindly reach out and grope for the blue haired male’s pillow, tugging it into your chest and curling around it. Pressing your nose to the material, your boyfriend’s cologne soothes you. No matter if the scene was vanilla or hard, you liked to be held afterwards and reassured you had been good. You also didn’t like laying in your own sweat, the dampness slowly drying and making you feel gross.

True to his word, the Grimmjow doesn't take long, wetting a flannel with warm water and filling a glass with cool water. He brings them both back to the bed, setting them on the bedside table so he can position your body up against the pillows. Grimmjow hands you the water and kneels back onto the bed, scooping the back of your knee in one hand to lift your leg up. The same hands that spanked bruises into your flesh now delicately traces your vagina, taking care not to stimulate the sensitive area any more than needed. Once satisfied, he moves to your ass and cleans the rest of his sperm off of your skin. Finally, with a clean corner, he runs the cloth over your navel, around the back of your neck, under your armpits and along your arms, cleaning the sweat off as much as possible.

When Grimmjow notices you’ve finished the water, he gently takes the glass from you and places it on the table. He pulls you into his chest, pressing kisses along your temple, kissing any skin his lips can reach.

“How ‘ya feelin’?” Grimmjow asks, voice husky in your ear. You giggle.

“Feel floaty,” you tell him, deep in subspace. You feel Grimmjow tighten his grip on you, guiding you to tip your head back to rest on his shoulder. His right hand gently closes your eyes then begins to lightly trace your arm. You take the hint and try to fall asleep, Grimmjow murmuring praises in your ear.

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