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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

A/N: in a gojo state of mind 😵‍💫

Wc ≈ 800

Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: hubby Satoru the type to do you so good the night before that you limp into the kitchen the next morning

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, SMUT, pns (good girl, baby), dirty talk, 🐱 eating, light size kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulation, breeding kink, multiple rounds, sex-crazed Gojo, implied bj

“Fuck baby, cream on me. Yeah, make a mess on this dick – spell your name on it. ‘S so fuckin’ hot – uhhh fuck – good girl’s stretchin’ s’much for daddy’s cock. Feel that? Feel me hittin’ those spots you can’t reach with your fingers?”

A ring of white cream froths up with each plunge of his cock back into your sloppy, sore pussy.

Your pretty husband suddenly slips out with a pop and impatiently lowers his face to level with your hips, burying himself into your pussy, licking a stripe up your thigh to start. He savors the sticky sweet taste that’s leaking out from his pretty wife. He loves it more than he should. When he eats you out, it feels as if he’s the one deriving pleasure from it.

“So fucking hot. You this wet n’ eager for me, baby? You needed this dick bad, huh? Uh-huh. Fucking cum on my tongue, I wannah fweel ih.” His words muffle as he sinks his tongue into your hole, swirling and wiggling it around, rubbing his tip into the roof, curling it up into your sweet spot.

He’s got a long tongue and he knows how to use it right. It feels like he’s French-kissing you down there.

His lips end up pressed flush against your lower lips, but even when his tongue reached as far as it can inside your hole, he’s still not satisfied – he keeps trying to get impossibly deeper.

And Gojo’s not a wasteful boy; he laps and slurps up your juices and gulps them down without letting even a drop spill. He eats it ‘till he’s out of breath, giving you orgasm after orgasm ‘till you go dumb and weak.

“God, you taste so fucking good. Hey baby? Still with me? C’mon, keep those eyes open. ‘Want you to watch me eat this pretty pussy.”

He can keep going and going, his stamina is seemingly infinite. When you squirm away from the overstimulation, he brings you closer to him again, hooking his arms around your thighs to lock you in place. He tugs you down and holds your hips tight, like he’s trying to show off his superior strength.

That pretty upturned nose swipes between your plush lips, nudging and bumping into your clit as he tongue-fucks you eagerly – as if he’s never gotten a taste of something so delicious before.

When he pulls away, his face is a mess; there’s a streak of your juices across his cheek that rubbed off from your inner thigh, and more running down his chin showing off how much you gushed for him. Happy with how fucked-out he’s rendered you with his tongue, he shoves himself back inside you like a feverish animal. Gojo fucks like a damn beast.

“God, baby, ‘gonna cum again. Take it. Take my cum n’ have my baby. Wanna see you holding my child.”

After he creams all inside you, he slips it out and slaps his heavy cock on your clit, smearing some cum over your plush lips. He loves stroking back and forth between them – the feeling alone of your pussy hugging his fat cock makes him get hard again in no time. It’s like he didn’t soften at all. Sometimes a little more cum spurts out and paints your clit, so he chuckles.

There’s such a mess. A sloppy, delicious mix of cum and cream, spit and sweat, precum and pussyjuice.

“We’re not done, baby. ‘Gotta fuck my cum into you ‘till I’ve got nothing left. Daddy’s knocking up that sweet pussy, t’night, m’kay? Good girl, hold those legs back f’me. Let me have you.”

A moment later, you’re back to screaming, creaming, clawing at his meaty biceps for support and comfort as he pounds into you like some sex-crazed fiend. Panting like crazy, skin slapping together, voices shaking – not even your moans sound coherent anymore, let alone your words. The most coherent thing coming out of your mouth is a chant of his favorite nickname; daddy daddy daddy.

He totally breaks you at night.

Then come the morning, he’s calmly eating cereal in the kitchen, thumbing through his socials and chirping a nonchalant “Mornin’, baby, how’d you sleep?” at you when you come limping out the bedroom with wild bed hair.

“Don’t you “Mornin’ baby” me!” you mutter groggily.

He grins devilishly at you. “Sorry, was I too hard on you last night?”

“Mmm…” you hum contemplatively, floating over to him so he can do what he always does the morning after good sex – and that is take you into his lap.

You rest your head on his muscular shoulder and tease into his ear, “Not hard enough, daddy ~ ” just to get him hard through his sweatpants.

It’s his turn to tease. But he does it better; he makes your stomach drop to the floor.

“You need me so bad even this early in the morning, huh? M'kay, get on your knees, 'gonna give you some breakfast.”

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;; sex obsessed!sub!kabukimono x reader

cw: innocent to sex crazed kabukimono, established relationship, probably ooc kabukimono, rough sex, lovemaking (??), doggy style, humping, grinding, nipple play, cumming inside, implied small dick kabukimono, sex addiction, begging, desperate kabukimono, corrupting kabukimono, anal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, implied marathon sex, reader has a dick

i definitely can do wholesome and romantic too!! i can hold back on making smut!! (no i cannot) this post is proof!! lol anyways this might be my longest piece yet, wonder if demons took over me or smth. i'll start exploring new writing formats too and improve after this bc this seems messy and i feel like it doesn't feel readable to some readers, so i apologize for that! ;; but i digress, sigh,, corrupting kabukimono is a fun experience though! now you have turned a innocent boy into a needy, sex obsessed boy who wants the love and pleasure you give to him only! enjoy reading! let me know if i missed anything! ^^ taglist (??): @lemonlimesocks @havenmoodz

innocent!kabukimono who's captivated by you. you were introduced to him by niwa and you greet him with a smile, you're voice sounding like honey to his ears. who are you? "hello, i'm [name], a friend of niwa. nice to meet you." you raised your hand for him to shake. innocent!kabukimono who shyly shakes your hand, "it's nice to meet you too, i'm kabukimono.", "kabukimono? what a pretty name, it suits you well." his eyes light up, looking directly at yours as he smiles, cheeks flushing while muttering a small thank you. innocent!kabukimono who stares at you as you talk to niwa, having to excuse yourself now because you still had tasks to do. he perks up, were you leaving already? his face bared a sad expression, he didn't get to talk to you more. he.. he wanted to hear more of your voice. he has a strange feeling somewhere in his chest, he doesn't know what it is but he.. likes it. he sees you wave goodbye to him and niwa shouting that you'll come and see them some other time. he is definitely look forward to it.

innocent!kabukimono whos taking his lunch under a yumemiru tree, munching down an onigiri as he takes in the beautiful scenery before him. pink leaves fall down the tree and flying away with the wind or falling down to the ground and he sighs in content, it was peaceful. "kabukimono?" his breath hitches, it was you. it was your voice. he turns his head around and he sees you standing next to him, "so it is you. i noticed your veil from the road. what are you doing here?", "i—i'm eating my lunch here." kabukimono stammers. you smile at him and nod, "then mind if i join you as you eat?". innocent!kabukimono who nods eagerly and moved a bit to give you space to sit next to him. as you sat down and lean against the tree, he felt his cheeks warm up. "so, what are you eating for lunch?", you stretch your arms and fold them beneath your head. "i'm having some shio sake onigiri, if you'd like you can have some." kabukimono offers, hand already lending you one, "i made them myself.". you smile, "you sure? i wouldn't want to eat your lunch." you grin, "thanks for the offer though.". kabukimono shakes his hand, "no really, you can have some! i have enough for two people." you sigh and finally nod, "alright, if you say so.". he smiles, unwraps the onigiri and hands it to you. you lean in closer to him, muttering "thank you for the food," and taking a bite of the onigiri. innocent!kabukimono whos eyes widens as you pull away and chew away. you were so close to him! his could feel that feeling in his chest again, it was pounding. "mmm, this onigiri you made is pretty good!", "i'm g-glad you think so!" he stammers — he looks down at the bitten onigiri and then back at you. "would like.. more?"

innocent!kabukimono whos face flushes when you're around. every time you visit the workshop, you would come up to talk to him. you would ask how his day was or was he tired. you even ask him to come take a break from forging, winking that niwa won't know he was gone. innocent!kabukimono who swoon when you come by and give him little gifts; "i saw this sakura bloom by road and thought of giving to you, it goes well with your pretty hair and veil.", "there was sale at the food stall and it was unagi chazuke! i couldn't help buying some for you too, the deal was pretty good. be careful, the bowl is hot.", "here's a small lunch box i made! you can put the food you make here. and if you're feeling generous, you can give some for me too.". innocent!kabukimono who cherishes the gifts you give him. it makes the feeling in his chest flutter when what you do, you think of him. niwa will even tease him, asking in a sing-song voice "oohh, who's the the lucky fellow? got you smiling like that." kabukimono will just shush him and wave him away, going back to adore the little gifts you've given him.

innocent!kabukimono who couldn't help but think of you even while doing something! not once do you not cross his mind, it's as if you are there with him. from time to time he would space out; your eyes, your hair, your lips. you cloud his mind, it almost frustrates him. why is it that you haunt him? every time niwa approaches him, his eyes searches for you behind him. every time he makes food, he thinks if you will compliment him that how good he made it. innocent!kabukimono wanted know what he is feeling that you're making him feel. the feeling in his chest that he's come to like, all because of you.

innocent!kabukimono who brought it up to you one day while you took him out to eat dango under his favorite spot by the yumemiru. he tugged on your sleeve, "[name]? can i ask you something?". he looked.. conflicted, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a slight frown. you nodded and faced him, "what's up?" you've never seen him so serious, so you wondered what is on his mind. "[name], i've been having this strange feeling in my chest. every time you're around me, every time we talk, every time you're in my mind, i feel it. you make my body feel this warmth and i do not know what it is, but i like it, it makes me feel happy and.. alive when i'm with you. but i'm scared.. i do not know this feeling, i do not know if it is good or bad, [name]." his hold on your sleeve tightens and his eyes becomes glossy, lips starting to quiver. as for you, you were taken aback and your eyes widened in realization. strange feeling in his chest? warmth? he... he basically confessed to you! you cheeks felt warm as you comprehend what he just said — no words coming your mouth as you stare at him in awe. innocent!kabukimono who felt as if he was going to cry. why are you staring at him like that? it's making him nervous. did he say something wrong? he knew it, he shouldn't have said that. before you could say something, a stray tear slides down his cheek. "[n-name].. i — i didn't mean to upset you! please.. please forgive me..." you quickly raised your hand as you snap out of your trance to cup his cheek and swipe away the fallen tear with your thumb. "oh, kabukimono. i'll never be upset with you. shh shh.. it's okay, it's okay." you coo at him, watching as he melts on your hand, eyes glistening with tears threatening to spill out. "kabukimono, what you just told me.." you swallow, "— is a feeling called love. it seems that you were feeling the same way as i am.". kabukimono perks up, what do you he was feeling the same as you do? were you feeling the same thing that was in his chest? was it that love you speak of? you tuck a stray hair behind his ear and smile softly, "kabukimono, will you listen to me? i think this would be the best time to tell you.." your eyes searches an answer in his and he nods. "i am absolutely enamored by you. i feel the same warmth in chest when you are with me. your eyes, your face, you smile.. it makes my heart swell. you are prettiest boy i've ever met and i'm glad i've met you.". innocent!kabukimono whos eyes spills tears one after the other, eyes widening at your confession. and then he giggles before full on laughing — you were stunned, you thought you were about to be laughed at until he feel his arms around your neck and hug you tightly. "[name], [name], [name]... you do not know how much you've made me happy hearing you say those words.."

innocent!kabukimono who was now officially your lover! words cannot describe the happiness when you two agreed to finally be together after that confession under the tree. now you affections have increased to him by tenfold! your visits the workshop becomes more frequent to come and see him, you buy him more things (you even bought him an expensive tea set which made trip and fall over when you said the price lmao), and gladly eat the food he learned to make just for you. even niwa would scold you with a broom, "let kabukimono work and go back to your own work!" and try and chase you out. as you run out with niwa on your tail, you turn your head back and shout out "i love you, darling! work hard! i'll come by again!", "like hell you will!". kabukimono who laughs and waves as he watches your figures run around — he was so in love with you.

innocent!kabukimono who begins to feel something other than love. you two have finally gotten used to physical touch; hugging, holding hands, even sleeping next to one another (you got a slipper thrown at you by niwa when he found out you "stole" kabukimono at the dead of night just to sleep with you lmaoao). and when you two shared your first kiss, he felt as he was floating in clouds. your lips were soft against his and the kiss was soft too, making him melt into your hold. when you pulled away you swore you could've seen hearts in his eyes, "did you like it?" you asked. he nods eagerly, "i enjoyed it.." he pulls on your collar, bringing you forward, your lips touching again. "... please, kiss me more, [name].."

innocent!kabukimono who feels something in him when you touch him. he could feel something in his stomach burning when you touch his waist and caress it as you talk about your day, making him unable concentrate. your touch feels warm even if your hand is on his clothes, he couldn't make sense what's happening to his body. it's almost as if he wanted more.

innocent!kabukimono whos preparing a simple meal for you while you went out for a while. when he was reaching out for a small bowl across the table a little too far away from his reach, he squeals as he felt something good from the corner of the table that put pressure on his poor cock. he pulled himself away, unsure what just happened. what was that he just felt? he felt something when he.. accidentally rubbed himself on the corner of the table. he contemplated and curiosity got the best of him, deciding to go back to the edge of the table. his hands grip the table and positioned himself — he's unsure on what to do but he wanted to recreate that feeling again. innocent!kabukimono who slightly rolls his hips, testing the waters. his grip on the table tightens as he felt the small sensation of pleasure zip through his body making him squeal out in surprise. ah, so there it is. he bites his lips and tries again and he swears he feel his legs about to give up. it feels so good. the table creaks as he begins to pick up his pace, soft, lewd sounds escaping his mouth. but he couldn't quite reach it. he chasing something he doesn't know, he can feel it but but can't get there. innocent!kabukimono who didn't notice you arrive. you walked in him with his back facing you humping the edge of the table. you lean on the kitchen entrace, watching him intently as he nimbly thrusts his hips. kabukimono lets out a garbled noise of frustration, hips coming to stop as his catches his breath, body shaking. you smirk, he can't cum. poor kabukimono, shaking because he can't cum. but don't worry! now you're here to lend him a hand.

innocent!kabukimono who gasps as he feels hands wrap around his waist and a head bury and his shoulder, "what are you doing, darling?". he lets his hands let go of the table and grab your arms around him, shakily cluthcing your arm. he feels ashamed! he can't believe you've seen him like this when he was supposed to be preparing your meal. "[na-name]! it's not.. it's not what you think!" he tries to explain himself but no words come after, shame and embarrassment really starting to take over him. you chuckle, lifting your head and whisper right into his ear, "it's alright, don't fret." he relaxes a little in your hold but still tense, turning his face away from you. "so, what were you doing? you can tell me, kabukimono. i won't be upset." you nuzzle back into his neck, trying to coax him to talk. "i don't.. i don't know.. i was trying to reach for a bowl across the table but then.. then i felt something when i bumped on the corner of the table.. i really liked it.. it felt good.. so i wanted to feel it again.." he cuts himself off as a hiccup leaves his mouth. you coo at him, so he was just humping the table because he accidentally stimulated himself? how cute. "aww and how did it go? i heard you cry out, darling." he lets out a breath, you can see from an angle of his eyebrows furrowing. "i felt it again.. but, i can't reach it..", "hm? reach what?", "i don't know.. i don't know. i just want it, [name]."

innocent!kabukimono who finally faces you, doe eyes looking up at you pleading, "please, [name].. please help me.." and something in you snapped. to hear him beg for you, bleary eyes asking you to help him cum.. oh, it just awakens the deepest parts in you. you lean down and kiss him while your hands drag itself down his body making him squirm. you whisper in his mouth to relax as you undo his pants and pulling it down, touching his poor cocklet, pre-cum already oozing out his tip. he grabs onto your bicep as he moans in your mouth, feeling you slowly stroke him. you pull away from the kiss and use your free hand to grab his chin and make him look down on your hand stroking him, "here, look at me stroking your pretty cock, darling. you have to watch because this is how you," you gently squeeze and he mewls, "— feel pleasure." innocent!kabukimono whos legs were shaking as he feels your stroke him, breath beginning to stagger as felt himself fall into satisfaction. "haaa, hhghk—! so good, so gooood.. please keep going, please..!". you kiss his neck, leaving a trail of marks and stroke him faster, watching as his body twists and turns in your hold, his mouth letting out the prettiest sounds. his grip on your clothes becomes tighter, his head leaning back on your shoulder as his hand scrambles to take your hand off his cock. "[name]— [name], wait! something ngh— something is gonna come out hngh—! [name], s-stop! i'm going to pee!" you didn't listen. you hand goes faster, rougher, squelching echoing in the kitchen accompanying kabuikmonos' moans. "[name], [name], [name]! it's coming ah, ah, ah— it's coming out!", "that's right, darling. go ahead, let it all out. cum all over my hand." and cums. hard. spurts of white leave his pretty cock as his eyes roll back and his body convulses, his orgasm washing over him. you slow down and closing to a stop, hand still wrapped around his cock as you listen to him catch his breath. you gently kiss his temple, "how do you feel, darling?" as you wait for his response, you feel him grind back against you and your eyes widen, "kabukimono?". you don't know what you've just done to him. poor, sweet kabukimonos' first taste of pleasure.. he wanted more.

innocent!kabukimono who gets carried to your bedroom and lied down softly on your bed. you lean down and pepper kisses on his face and you sigh in content, "what have i done to you, kabukimono?". you take his hand and kiss the back of it, "please tell me you want this as much as i do." kabukimono nods, he does! he wants to feel more closer to you, he wants to feel your skin on his, he just wants you. "say it, darling. i need to hear—", "yes! yes, please, [name]. let's become closer than ever, so please—" he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer, "touch me."

innocent!kabukimono who stuggles to keep his legs open, his pretty slick hole being bared to you. you stare at it as it clenches on nothing, it was so inviting. "be patient, darling." you tut, other hand grabbing his milky thigh to spread him further, making him whimper. kabukimono feels embarrassed, the way you stare at him so intensely, especially down there, makes him shiver. innocent!kabukimono who clenches around you when you put your tip inside him, teasing his hole. "relax, darling. you're too tense.." you hiss at the feeling. he's trying! he really is! the sensation is just so new to him, so he couldn't help it. a few second pass and he finally relaxes, nodding at you to slowly slide in. innocent!kabukimono whos eyes nearly crosses as you slowly push inside, his warm walls enveloping your cock. you breathed out a dazed sigh and not move, let him get used to you and relishing the feeling of him finally around you. kabukimono on the other hand, was seeing heaven. too good, too good, you made him feel too good. you were all the way inside him and he felt so full, your cock reaching the deepest part in him and you needed you to move now. "[name], hic— you can— you can move," his hands grab the sheets below him in anticipation as your hips begin to move, slowly thrusting in and out of him. innocent!kabukimono who cries out, eyes brimming with tears as you pick up your pace, pounding in his greedy hole. "ngh— oooh, god! [name], this— this feels so good♡! don't stop, don't stop, please!", "haah—! right there! please, keep ngh— doing that♡! keep oooh— hitting that spot!", "[name], [name, [name]..! hhngh♡♡!". innocent!kabukimono who feels the coil in stomach about to snap, his hands finding its way to your back and scratching it, making you groan. kabukomono arches his back, head moving further into the pillow as drill into him harder and feel him clench around you. you grin, "you're close, aren't you, darling?" you hit a certain spot in him making him squeal, "come on, answer me, darling." you press your tip against his prostate, drool slipping from the side of his mouth, "yesh— yes! keep unghhh—! keep going! please! go faster♡!" and who are you say no to your kabukimono? innocent!kabukimono who cums with a scream, eyes rolling back and his mouth hanging open as his cocklet spill out. you give a few last thrusts, grunting as you cum in him, filling him up. heavy breathing can be heard, both you catching your breaths. you reach out and cup his cheek, leaning down and kissing it. "such a good boy, darling. how are you feeling?" he looks up at and smiles, using the last of his strength to lift his head and kiss you back on your cheek. "you've made me feel so good, [name], thank you." it makes your heart swell, seeing him enjoy his first time with you. "but..." you perk up, seeing a shy expression on his face "[name], can.. we go one more time♡?"

oh, look what have you done to him.

poor innocent kabukimono.

you've ruined him.

kabukimono loves you. he loves you so much.

just as much as he loves your dick.

you've completely ravaged him. ruined him.

so take responsibility, won't you?

sex obsessed!kabukimono who got addicted to you and sex. oh, look what have you done to him. after his first time with you, sex with has not left his mind even during work. it'd woken something in him; he starts to crave it it, yearn for it, needing it. he can't focus in his work, forging weapons seemingly becoming more disinterested, his mind solely on you. he wanted to feel pleasure again. the pleasure you gave him left him wanting more.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who seeks you out. he would leave the workshop, looking for you. niwa would ask him where he was going but he waved him away, it's nothing important, he says. but he knows he's lying, he knows because he's looking for you. poor kabukimono knocking on your door, please be here. please, you have to be here. and to his luck, you opened the door. "darling? what's wrong? i was just about—" you cut yourself off, the feeling of his lips on yours shutting you up. you kiss him back, grabbing his waist and pulling him inside, locking the door and slamming him against it. you pull away, "hm? now what's this? desperate now, are we?" you tease, looking down his as flushed face, "surely.. you came here because you missed me, right?". sex obsessed!kabukimono who can't deny what you said. he does miss you! he really does.. "or..", you lean down and whisper in his ear, "you missed my cock, don't you, kabukimono?" he whines. you laugh, reveling in the fact he does in fact, miss your cock. "please.. just.. just this once. i can't get enough, please.. i need your cock.." he grabs on your clothes and tug them, eyes pleading up at you. "you don't— you don't have to put it in me. use my mouth.. i— please, use my mouth♡."

sex obsessed!kabukimono who excuses both of you when having tea time with niwa, saying some sensible yet pathetic excuse. he drags you out the room all the while you're trying to hold back your laugh. sex obsessed!kabukimono who locks both of you inside an storage room filled with cargo boxes and pounces on you, roughly kissing you while you grab the back of his thighs to carry him. you carefully navigate the room and set him down a box, hands trailing down to his waist. you pull away as he sighs, a trail of saliva following your mouth, "strip off your shirt." and he does immediately, undoing until his chest is bare to you— his pink, perky nubs already hard and enticing to come and play with them. you contemplate whether to give in or let him suffer, just a bit. afterall, while niwa was distracted, kabukimono decided it would be nice to tease you a bit by pulling a bit of his shirt by the top, showing you his nipples. it definitely backfried.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who gives you a confused look when you switch places with him. you sat on the box and sit him down on your lap with his back on your chest. you settled you hands on his waist and your chin on his shoulder near his ear, making him breathe deeply. "i know what you want, darling. but that stunt you pulled back there? i'm not so sure." he hiccups, head turning to look at you. "bu-but..", "tsk, tsk. you know what you did." he pouts, a little hmph escaping his lips. sex obsessed!kabukimono who takes matters in his own hands, if you won't, then he will. his nimble fingers reach and touch his nubs, lightly touching it with the tips of his fingers. you watch intently, awestricken as he plays with his nipples without you. oh well, more for you. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos hips begin to grind back to you, a small bulge can be seen in his pants. he moans your name as he begins to twist and pull, his nipples becoming more sensitive and puffy— how cute. "hghh— [name].. [name]! i.. i can't! my nipples.. my nipples feels so good! its ngh—♡!", "[naaame].. it's so hghuk—! ah, ah, ah♡! so sensitive.. ughk—! i don't wanna stooop♡...". sex obsessed!kabukimono whos back arches he gives on last pinch to his nipples, legs shaking as he cums in his pants, lewd noises sighing out of his mouth. he limps back on you chest, catching his breath as body gives small jerks. he gasps as he feels you tear his hands away from his chest and replaces it with yours, your fingers pinching and twisting harshly making him cry out, hands searching for something to grab on to. "don't think you'll get out of this, darling." you tug more firmly on the oversensitive nubs and he arches his back, shouting out your name. "let's play with these more, yeah?".

(niwa did not hesitate to throw you both his slippers right at you once you came back with a debauched and disheveled kabukimono lol)

sex obsessed!kabukimono who invites you in his room, telling you that he was given a kotatsu table (for some reason)! as you enter his room, he's already settled in the table, his lower half covered by the table cover. he pats the free space next to him and offers you some snacks, smiling as you take your place beside him. you put your legs under the table, feeling the warmth radiating from under table. you two chat for a while, planning if kabukimono can meet with you a local food stand. as you talk about the food of the stand, you reach for the snacks on the table and in the corner of your eyes, kabukimono pulled back his legs out of the table, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. sex obsessed!kabukimono turns to you and spreads his legs, showing you pretty wet hole. "sorry.. i can't help it.." he shyly, yet mischievously says. you chew your the snack and swallowed, then smile, reaching out and stretching his hole with your thumb. you watch as he clenches in anticipation, his thighs quivering. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos tongue lolls out his mouth, drool sliding the side of his mouth as your finger works his insides, thrusting in and out, reaching deep inside him. your pace was decent but to kabukimono, it wasn't enough. he grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled it back farther, making it almost reach his ears and he feels like he'll pass out. the angle made your fingers keep touching his prostate over and over again. "yesyesyes, keep going angh—! your fingers feel so good, [name]! don't nghhh♡— don't stop♡!". like hell you will.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who gets pounded from behind, back arching as your hips snap back and forth against his ass, your cum dripping down the sides of his thighs and down the sheets. you haven't stopped, he lost count to how many times he came and how many times you filled him up to the brim. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos legs write and kick as he feels his orgasm approaching, nononono, he can't possibly! you hips piston faster, making him cry out as he feels like your reaching his stomach. he tries to slow you down, his hand reaching for your abdomen and weakly pushing but it didn't work, it only made you faster. "ooohhh— ougnnhh! [name]! [name], please! i can't— i can't! i'll die, i'll— diiieee♡!", "having my dick shoved in your thirsty, drooling, cum filled hole won't kill you, so fucking take it." sex obsessed!kabukimono who screams into the pillow as his cocklet squirts and he body convulses, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. you kept thrusting, you didn't stop until you finally spill your load in him, groaning as his hole clenches, milking you for all your worth. a few seconds pass by, you begin to move again and kabukimono whines, limp body using all his strength to turn his head to face you. and to your (exciting) surprise, he has a dopey smile on. "keep filling me up, [name]♡!".

[slavery]

Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.

[seananmcguire]

BURN BAGEL BURN

[gothiccharmschool]

OH WHY NOT?

[harukami]

I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.

Bagel what are your powers

[acabosetotal]

FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.

THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD

[token-white-friend]

I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD

[noodle-dragon]

The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!

[justahedgehogblog]

Sure why not

[averycruelsadist]

Agreed

[waitingtobebred]

Y'know, why not?

[pregnancyriskishot]

Oh God I hope this is not a hoax. EDIT: Fucking weird!! An hour after I did this I got a response back on some work I’d quoted on but never thought would happen. And the guy apologised for not replying sooner!! Fuck the bagel worked :-)

[pregnancyrisksex]

Come on fire bagel, do your thing!

[local-lovenukes-deactivated2024]

GIVE ME SHIT OH MIGHTY BAGEL

[lokicat5]

bagel again

[prick-o]

bagel

[raiy-yn]

* shakes like dice * c’mon bagel mama don’t wanna go to thanksgiving

[ghostcrownk]

ohoho why not, let’s see what it comes

[rosietrace]

*Prays that I get to talk with HIM again*

(By him I mean my long distance boyfriend 😅)

Edit: We’re talking again!! We don’t really talk a lot cause of our (strict as all hell)parents and hiding the relationship from them, so I was really happy I got to talk with him again😊

[haunted-queenmanor-deactivated2]

Burn !!!!!!

[nbkitsune77]

BURN BAGEL BURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[narumika]

praying i can find a goro akechi idv account 💋💋

[4d3l41d3]

now playing fire - bts

[fru1ttart]

-×The Worst of Them All×-

Word count: 3.9k words

SMUT slight angst?

gojo satoru × gender neutral reader, top!dom!reader × sub!bottom!gojo, no gendered pronouns, college!au, reader is hinted on having male anatomy (it can be interpreted any way though), playboy!gojo, playboy!reader

tw; unhealthy relationship, kind of toxic relationship, gojo being a creep and spying on you in one part, obsessive gojo?, gojo having unhealthy thoughts

cw; dirty talk, degradation, praise, voyeurism?, solo masturbation, assisted masturbation?, rough sex, multiple rounds, overstimulation, dry orgasms, slight god and worshipping kink

ngl was tired of the "fuck buddies but then reader falls in love" stories so here's the opposite happening :)) it's also just gojo throwing a tantrum too ALSO, really bad dialogue and dirty talk lmao, you've been warned

You and Gojo weren’t unheard of on campus. 

Both of you do pretty well in academics, have a good social life, you two both get along well and have very similar interests.

And you both love to sleep around. 

No matter the person, no matter the gender, as long as they can get either of you off, it’s good enough. 

Scummy, right? But you two were the best fucking slags on the campus, to the point where you both wore it in a sort of pride. Best buds having the best time in college. Being roommates made that even better. You guys would have one fucking someone in their room, or even participate in threesomes together in rare chances. 

But despite all those other people you two would mess with, nobody could compare to the bliss you both felt when you guys did it together. 

Neither of you expected it to go that way. At first, you two just fucked others and were good friends. But after a long night with too many drinks, when you both stumbled into your dorm, as if you took a bite from the forbidden fruit, slipping into delicious ecstasy… You both couldn’t stop after it.

As if demons of lust invaded your minds, tempting you both to descend into inescapable bliss, you two seemed to get even closer together. Sure, you still mess around with people here and there, but when you two have any choice, you both would grasp at any opportunity given for a quick fuck with each other, and even longer ones back at your place.

You both decided to have some form of rules now.

1. You both have to let the other know if you are going out

2. You both need to let the other know if you are bringing someone over

And just like your other regular hookups,

3. No feelings

It was so simple. 

Right?

So why was Gojo having such a hard time with it? During the beginning, it was fine. He would text you when he was coming over with his hookups or one night stands, and you would do the same as well. 

It was easy. You both followed the rules.

But the more nights you two spent together, the more Gojo kept feeling like he was getting drunk off of you.   

The way you touched him in the right places, how you kissed him juusstt right– the way your breath feels against his skin, how you move your hips against his, how you whisper such filthy delights into his ears, the way your fingers dig into him, how you mark him so addictively well—

Suddenly every time his phone dinged with a message from you on how you’re bringing someone over, it pissed him off. 

Everytime he heard the whorish moans from some random person coming from your room, he wanted to bash the door open and prove how he is just so much better. How you don’t need anyone else.

He thinks about how good you are. He must make you feel good too, right? After all you two keep coming back to one another and then fuck like animals in heat. You feel it too… Right? 

When he claws at your back, wailing from pleasure as you hit his prostate repeatedly, how his thighs clamp as he orgasms for the nth time, letting out choked sobs as you don’t seem to stop as you chase after your climax that’s just so fucking close–

You feel good too. Right? You feel this intoxication like he does. Right? You have to. You must. He can’t be the only one feeling this way. No matter who he gets with, no matter if he is topping or topped– 

You have ruined him. 

This isn’t fair. He didn’t sign up for this. You ruined him, so he must have ruined you too, right? He must have. He had to. If he hasn’t, he thinks he will go insane by this feeling even if he already has.

It’s gotten so bad to the point that whenever you bring someone back, he’s immediately pushing his ear up to the wall or even the damn door if he has to. Listening in with hopes to hear your voice. Be it with pleasant mushy sweetness dripping from your lips, or the most vile and beautifully cruel words that spill, he is desperate for it. 

Slipping his hands past the waistband of both his pants and underwear, he hears the wet smacks of kissing heard and your light groans. ‘Fuuckk’ is all Gojo can think.

He can feel his tip drool almost immediately at the sound of you. Fuck. The way you hoarsely mutter words to the other him, how pretty they he is all red and dazed, how just some tiny kissing has them him looking all fucked out. 

He can hear the clothes being quickly removed before the sensual noises start again. The harsh pants against one another, the progressively growing moans from the stranger who is stealing you from him.

But as you keep on spilling such honeyed degrading words, that stranger easily slips his mind as he drowns in the thought of you.

“What a desperate angel you are, hm?” Ah, fuck, he is. He really really is. He rubs his hand firmly up and down his shaft, agonizingly slow. Heavy pants leaving Gojo’s parted lips. 

He hears you chuckle as a strangled whimper is heard, “Yeah, you like this?” A yelp. “Haha, yeah you fuckin’ do. Look at how wet you are–.” Gojo shudders. Yeah, he is, fuuck he is. 

“And all for me~” Yes, yes, god yes– just you, only you– He quickens his pace as the muffled sound of skin smacking against skin is heard. That rando is moaning annoyingly loud but your words somehow seem louder. 

“So pretty, aren’t you?” Gojo crumples to the ground, hips bucking into his hand. He is, he is so pretty, “My pretty slut, right?” Oh fuck, he lets out a quiet sob as his thighs begin to tremble. 

Your haggard breath as your pace seems to increase has Gojo biting his wrist so he doesn’t make any noise. “Doing so good for me angel, so so good–” He wants to see you.

He wants to see you, be it your soft gaze or condescending one, he really wants to see you. How would you react to seeing your roommate on the ground, fapping pathetically to you screwing someone else? The way he was dripping just from the mere teasing of your voice? Would you tease him? Berate and degrade him? Would you strip him down and humiliate him? Punish him? Or would you reward him? Treat him so well for being so cute with how he reacts to you, peppering him with kisses as you mark him all up as yours?

He bites down harder as he feels his gut tighten. Pressing his ear up harder to hear you more, he’s so close, so close and then– “Cum.” 

Fuck. He did.

And really fucking hard, too.

It was on that night, at that moment, Gojo, all out of breath and on the floor, hand covered in his semen that he realized he had a problem. He knew he kept shrugging it off for a while, but seeing how he is now, he can’t deny it any longer. 

He’s really fucking hooked on you.

Maybe that’s what led up to this situation. 

Gojo was at his breaking point. You seemed to have ramped up the number of people you sleep with the past few weeks, and he can’t take it anymore. He’s not even sure if it’s from pure frustration and annoyance, or due to pent up sexual frustration. While you’ve been getting your rocks off, Gojo has been laying off sleeping with people.

Not because he wanted to, but because no matter who it was, no matter how it was done and what they did, it just didn’t feel the same as how it felt with you. It didn’t feel as heavenly as when he did it with you. 

Curling up on the couch, he stares at the television absentmindedly. 

‘Ding’

He turns his head as his phone lights up, your name appearing on the screen. Having a good idea on what the text was about, he groans. Reluctantly opening your message, it reads;

Yo, bringin someone over in a few

“Hah!” Gojo scoffs. Of course. He knew it. He fucking called it, but its still pisses him off. Fuck, does it piss him off. There you are, able to get off to whoever throws themselves at you, but he’s over here frustrated as hell because he can’t get off at all without you. This isn’t fair. 

He feels his chest begin to tighten. No. He’s not doing this anymore. At least, not tonight.

 no

He pauses before sending another message,

lets just do it tonight im bored af

He exhales a heavy breath. Why are his hands so sweaty? Seeing how you’ve read his text, he begins to feel weirdly panicked. Why did he say it like that? Should he have texted you differently? He should’ve worded that differently, what if he looks weird? Do you think he’s weird? You don’t, right? “af,” “im bored” ‘Gojo are you serious? Why the fuck did you say it like that?’ He thinks. What if that makes you upset? What if you just laugh and bring that person anyway? What if– 

‘Ding’

Lol kk, sure

I’ll be back in 10

‘..Huh?’ Gojo can’t help but look at the text in disbelief. ‘That… went surprisingly easy?’

He expected you to take it as a joke, or just shrug him off. He can’t help himself and looks at your messages again.

‘sure’

Even if it doesn’t sound enthusiastic, the fact that you agreed has him oddly happy. Taking a deep breath, he can’t help but think about how you chose him over that other person. Him. As if shot by euphoria, he can’t help but be filled with twisted glee. You chose him. 

A strangled groan escapes his lips as he feels himself twitch. He knows you only see him as a fuck buddy now, but the thought that even though you already had plans with someone else, but you wanted to be with him instead? He feels crazy. 

In some kind of illusioned state, the idea of you choosing him has him hoping, praying that you feel how he does. The sanity draining thoughts that plague his mind constantly, the tug towards you to stay close and feel that bliss as much as possible, he really hopes you do. He’s not sure if this is love, but Gojo can’t help but think of you as a drug. So wonderfully addictive, that once he had a taste he was willing to do anything to have it again.

Leaning back on the couch, he can’t help but lightly palm himself as he begins to wonder about what you would do. 

Would you tease him like usual? How much? Will you tie him up? Will you degrade him, or speak sweet words like you did with that stranger? Will you be gentle this time, or rough? Would you make him beg? Would you even touch him? Maybe you would sit nearby and force him to get himself off as you watched, maybe not even fuck him at all. Would you do that?

He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn’t even hear the door open. Palming himself harder, his legs trembling slightly as he pants.

“Well, what is this here, hm?” You murmur into his ear. You had crept up behind him, arms wrapping around him behind the couch as your right hand slides down his chest and the other teasingly heads towards his hand. 

Gojo jumps in shock as he whips his head towards you. “I- I didn’t hear you come in-” He stutters out. You let out a chuckle, moving your right hand down to his stomach before slipping your hands underneath it. 

“I’m not surprised. Were you enjoying yourself, Gojo?” You cover his left hand with yours as you press it down against his crotch. “It seems so~” You tease, a sly smirk growing on your face as you nip at his ear.

Gojo lets out a whine, his face beginning to flush as he tries to subtly lean back on you as much as he can. He shakily inhales as he nods.

With one hand sliding back up to his chest and the other rubbing him, he feels himself twitch as he slips his hand above yours. Pressing you down against him once again, he can’t help but roll his hips forwards. 

The way you’re touching him, both through cloth and not, he can already feel his mind beginning to slip from any form of sobriety. Gently crying out your name as you rub him up and down, you kiss his lower jaw, “Mhm, I’m here.” 

Pressing against his tip while you palm at his chest, he calls out to you once again in a hushed cry, leaning his head back. You tilt your head to look at his profile. 

His silver hair flutters against his face, contrasting strongly against his red ears and cheeks. His lips part as he pants before he bites them, repressing a moan as he grips your wrist, pushing you down harder. The ways his shoulders tremble and every movement, the way his breath hitches, ‘Ah, he’s so cute–’ 

You lean back into his ear “Hey,” he shudders, “Let's take this to the bed, hm?” 

Gojo bites the pillow while he feels you stretch him out. The way you tease him for being so wet, so desperate has him twitching. He’s trying so hard not to grind against them, trying so hard not to prove you right. 

As you slide your other hand up and down his back, he can’t help but move his hips a bit. 

The way his thighs are trembling, his poor attempts at hiding himself by shoving his face into a pillow, his hushed noises, the way his blush has gone down to his neck and even tinting his shoulders slightly, the urge to fuck him grows.

The way he is so easily accepting what you’re doing even with you just starting, you can’t help but think about how he was the first time. 

“Do you remember the first time we did it?” You say, letting out a chuckle as you remember how he was. “I mean, can you believe you tried to top me?” 

Gojo whines in response. 

Of course he remembers, You both weren’t exactly sober, but you both made out on the couch here. He remembers straddling your hips as he pinned your wrists above your head, he remembers biting at your neck, talking about all the ways he’d make you feel so good when he’d fuck you– 

Only for you to then flip him over, biting him back and then pounding into him so hard that he couldn’t even think. Doing it for so many rounds that he couldn’t cum anymore, all empty.. But for some reason you both kept going for so long that you both were shaking from overstimulation, unable to move by the time you both passed out. 

“Sh– ungh- shut up..” A laugh comes from you in response. He calls out to you, “Are you done?” You hum.

You lean back, hand moving from his back to his waist. You gaze at how he is wrapped around your fingers, literally. The way he clenches around you whenever you spread your fingers, how he flinches when you thrust them in. You smirk, “Maybe?” 

He turns his head to look at you, eyebrows all scrunched up, “What? No, no no please, please?” Kissing his temple, you pretend to think about it before shrugging. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I don’t see why I shouldn’t indulge you, pretty boy.~” 

He nods, yes, yes, he’s a pretty boy, your pretty boy– When he feels you grip his waist, pulling him closer to you, feeling you rub against his entrance, he can feel himself twitch. He can feel how empty he is right now, how much he is dripping from the anticipation.

When you finally thrust into him, he cries out in bliss. This, this is what he has been wanting. This is what he can’t get from anyone else. This pleasure, this bliss, this feeling. This is what he desires. What he craves. 

Gripping into the pillow, he arches his back as he presses himself up against you. He hears you groan when you slide into him, whispering words under your breath, slowly pulling out before thrusting in. 

The noises he makes slowly drives you insane. He’s so warm, so nice. He’s so pretty. Moving your gaze along his shoulders, you can’t help but notice how bare they are, so clean. You can’t help but lean over, peppering kisses from the crook of his neck down to his shoulder blades. Muttering how good he is, how he is taking you so well.

The way he moans whenever you thrust deep into him has that knot in your stomach tighten. The way his moans just that little bit louder, just that little bit more needy every time you speak to him chips away at you. 

There are very few people you sleep with again, but Gojo is the first that you have slept with repeatedly. He’s just so heavenly. You’d be lying if you’d say that you didn’t think about him at times. You’ve even caught yourself comparing others to him whenever you sleep with them. You even hear him moaning sometimes when you bring someone over, you think about it that much.

The satisfaction, the bliss you feel at this moment, it makes you realize just how good he really feels. 

Fuck, fuckk he feels really good– Wrapping your arms around his waist, you lean over, kissing his neck and shoulders. 

Gojo moves his hand down to yours, rubbing his fingers over your knuckles as he feels your breath against his skin. Oh god he’s going crazy, you’re driving him crazy–

He moans out your name whenever you thrust into his prostate. “Oh god, oh god..” he slurs out.

You laugh hoarsely before muttering teasingly, “Who, me?” Gojo moans out again. Are you? Maybe, the way you make him feel, you must be. 

Gently sucking and nibbling on his neck, you boast “Me, Gojo? Am I your god? Am I, angel?” Gojo can’t think. He can’t. 

“I dunno–” He babbles, repeating over and over. You flip him over, looking into his dazed eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks. “No? You don’t?” He shakes his head. You bring your face close to his, grazing the tip of your nose against his. Gojos breaths get heavy. 

A sadistic glint passes your eyes. “Shall I help you find out?” He cums. 

Drool pools beneath Gojo as moans spill from his lips. Your lips against his skin, marking him up, almost as if claiming him as yours, that just doesn’t help him quiet down. 

Gojo doesn’t even know how long you guys have been at it, but he feels like he can’t cum anymore. He doesn’t know how many times you’ve cum either, but you just keep jackhammering into him. 

He feels you still wrapped around him, marking him all over while he sings your name like a mantra. 

When your fingers dance around his chest he can’t help but sob out, “I can’t– ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum–!”  

Not only are his thighs shaking, his whole body is. The way Gojo seems to be constantly sucking you in, almost as if he’s unable to part from you makes you unable to leave. Even when it's getting to the point where it burns, it burns so good everytime Gojo calls out to you. 

How he claws at your arms, your back, it’s like he’s adding fuel to the fire. His flushed face, his foggy eyes, his glistening skin, his puffy lips, “You truly are an angel, aren’t you?” 

He is, he is he is, your angel, he’s yours. 

He nods, choking on a moan “Y-yeah,” he slurs. “Angel, y- uhn– your angel–” 

You slide your hand down to his crotch, taking him into your grip as you thumb at his tip. 

You barely even touch it before Gojo cums again, only this time it’s a dry orgasm. His eyes roll into the back of his head as not even a single noise leaves his mouth. 

You wish you had a camera right now and take a picture of his debauched look. Your phone was on the couch and you don’t even know where Gojo’s is, so you can only sigh in disappointment as you try to take in his expression the best you could. 

You couldn’t help but smile when you thought of the words he just said though. “My angel?” You know just by the look in his eyes that he more than likely can’t process what you’re saying at the moment. “You’re my angel, Gojo?” 

You move your hand up and down his shaft again, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. Gojo makes a muffled “Uh huh” in agreement between the kiss. 

A warm buzz flutters around Gojos chest as you continue to tease in between gasps about him practically claiming how he’s yours. Should you mark him up more, let everyone know how he apparently belongs to you? Maybe get him a little collar with your name on it? The more and more you suggest, the more and more Gojo feels closer to orgasming again. 

Looking at you as much as he can, his lust filled gaze meets yours. Your tongues sliding against one another, although it’s more of yours doing the work while his weakly tries to reciprocate. 

He clenches around you with a weak firmness as his moans weaken into pleasured hums. Through his muddled thoughts of you and how good he’s feeling, a new one pops out. ‘I think I’m gonna pass out–’ 

You seem to notice it too. Breaking apart from the kiss, you smile when Gojo whines, “Do I make you feel good, angel?” 

Rutting against him, feeling close to your climax you hear in hushed “Yeah,” he moans, “r-really good..~”

You hum into his ear, whispering into his ear encouragements to go on. 

“You always make me fuh– feel so good,” he babbles out, “always make me cum h-hard, ‘n I love it…” He whimpers. He rolls his hips against yours, you sloppily thrusting into him more as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, teetering over the edge. 

“Always want you to fuck me,” you press against his prostate again “Oh god, luh– I love it when you're s-so deep” he groans in a daze, “‘s so good,” he calls out your name, “g-god you feel so good..”

Your panting grows haggard, low moans escaping you as you progressively grow more and more sloppy. 

He moans out your name once more, almost as if worshiping you. “Love it,” he says hushed. Shit, you’re gonna cum again, he sobs out weakly before his vision blurs, “Fuck, l-love it, love you–”

You bite into his shoulder as you cum.

Riding out your orgasm, you sigh into his ear. The last thing Gojo hears before he passes out is you saying, “Oh, angel, now we can’t have that, can we?"

[uplatterme]

Honorary Maid, Aether!

a/n: im not even gonna say anything, i just wanna fuck aether in a maid outfit. there’s plot i suppose but y’know. also ended up longer than it should have been…

cw: sub!aether/dom!amab!reader, top!reader/bottom!aether | aether wears a maid outfit, blowjob(chara!receiving), aether calls reader “master”, his eyes get covered for a bit, mirror sex, slight cockwarming

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The traveler has been faced with different types of commissions. So he’s not really one to complain no matter its difficulty or strangeness. After all, he’s been often tasked to jump on mushrooms back in Sumeru and nothing can get weirder than that…he supposed. He’ll take anything, since this is what keeps his mora pouch full.

Unfortunately for him, today was looking a little scarce. 

“I’d like to apologize, but we have run out of commissions for the day. You may come find us tomorrow.”

Aether clicks his tongue. He needs to save up if he’s planning to travel to Fontaine anytime soon.

“None at all?” He asks again.

“I’d like to apologize, but we have run out of commissions for the day. You may come find us tomorrow.” Katheryne repeats word for word.

That’s troublesome. He’s a few mora short of what he usually earns.

He’s already done his share of bounties and requests for the week. He doubts that they’ll let him take another in fear of both exhausting him and taking opportunities from other adventurers.

And almost as if Katheryne could read his thoughts, she speaks up.

“There is a commission. Although, we have declined it for being too suspicious. Would you like to take a look, traveler?”

He nods, and she hands him a flier.

With one look, he understands why exactly it would be described that way. The details are vague and the mora that is being offered is far too much considering it’s only asking for housework.

“I’d advise against it but if you are going to take it, it is good to be careful.” She says.

That would be the most reasonable idea.

Aether, however, takes the flier and puts it away in his bag.

He did not think it would be that difficult. Perhaps the mora was reasonable after all.

The directions written on the flier weren't helpful at all. He’s been in circles, has been ambushed by three groups of hydro slimes and his clothes are a mess to look at.

It is his fault, he deems. He underestimated it, but who could blame him when he’s saved four nations from being ruined? A simple commission should have been easy. Exactly that, it should’ve.

Aether icks at how sticky he is. He tried to get off as much goo as he can, but some of it just spread to his skin and to his clothes.

He sighs, wondering if he should turn back.

That is, until he finally sees the mansion mentioned on the map.

It would be rude to show up in such a state, but going back empty-handed after going through so much trouble…

The money, Aether. The money. He thinks to himself.

He fixes his hair at least, making sure his braid is clean and neat. 

The mansion is big, perhaps even bigger than the Dawn Winery. He wonders what kind of person would live like this and this far away from others. He grits his teeth. His opinions when it comes to rich people aren’t that great, he has met his fair share of aristocrats without manners.

He knocks on the door, waiting patiently, although a bit anxious at how they’d react.

The door finally opens.

Oh.

He did not expect that.

What opens the door is clearly someone who gives off elegance. You wear a silky robe, a wine glass in your hand as you lay on the door frame.

Aether gets eyed up and down.

“May I help you? You may wash yourself if you want, I see you’ve been attacked by slimes.” You hum.

“I—Yes. Thank you.” He stutters out, not expecting such kindness. He follows you inside and then remembers what he’s here for. Right, no time to get distracted.

“I’m actually here…because of a commission you sent? I believe you need some help with housework.” 

He watches as your mouth gapes open. “Of course. I didn’t expect anyone to be coming truthfully, with how late it is already.”

Aether winces at the indirect insult. Maybe, if you actually drew the map better—

“I got a bit lost.” He says.

“Yeah, I can see that.” You say, alluding to the slime that remains on his body.

Aether flushes, not expecting that. He coughs it away.

“As I was saying, you could take a shower first. I only need the house to be lightly dusted and cleaned. If you have time to cook, that would be fine too.” You inform the traveler.

“That’s it?” He asks. Surely, there was something else. No way you were paying him such a high price for just sweeping and cooking.

“Oh. If you finish early, you can come by my office and see if you can help me out with things.”

Is this really it?

“You didn’t add a few extra zeroes for the reward right? It’s 100,000 for this?”

You stare at him confused. He concludes that he was right that you had sent the wrong price.

“That’s fine. I’ll still do it for 10,000.” Aether replies with a reassuring smile.

“No, no. I clearly wrote a million.”

Did he hear you right?

“I’m pretty sure I wrote a million when I sent the letter…” You mumble, trying to remember what you had written.

Meanwhile, Aether is stunned.

Even he wasn’t paid that much when getting compensation from the Qixing.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I’ll have to work now, if you’ll excuse me. Your uniform is in the bathroom closest to my office!” You rush out before he can even deny the high price of such a reward. 

…

Wait, what uniform?

Aether doesn’t see you for a while after that. He focuses on keeping every surface clean due to what he's being given. He sweeps and dusts what he can, only being limited by the locked doors you told him not to bother with. 

The blond does all that while wearing this ridiculously fluffy outfit.

He shouldn’t be this flustered. He’s seen Adelinde wearing these kinds of outfits.

It’s in no way revealing, the socks he’s wearing even reaching up to his thigh. Yet, he still stumbles whenever he passes by a mirror.

He takes a deep breath, flattens out his skirt, and checks his braid before knocking on your office’s door. You tell him to come in and you don’t even spare him a glance, too busy with whatever it was that you are currently working on.

You still wear the same silken robe and he smells the alcohol mixing in the air with each deep breath.

“I’m done with everything.” He says.

“That’s good. You may rest now, I’ll give you the payment after I’m done.” Is all you reply to him, eyes not leaving your desk.

Your cheeks are tinted a bit red due to the wine so he assumes you’re a bit tipsy. It doesn’t do well talking to drunk people, he knows that much thanks to a certain archon.

“M-May I help you with anything else?” He interrupts.

That’s when you finally stop and glance at him. He’s red, embarrassed that he sounded like a squeaking animal. You place your head on your hand, tapping the pencil as you gaze upon him.

A smile lingers on your face. “Just sit next to me, if you really want to do something.”

“Sit?”

“Yes, It would be nice to work next to a pretty maid, no?” 

Aether flinches at how you described him. He walks to the chair in front of your desk, staggering his steps.

He watches you work and realizes that you being this near is not good for his heart. He notices it from before, that you weren’t exactly wearing anything under the robe, showing more skin than necessary. He doesn’t want to look down—He’s not going to—but if he was to look under…

Archons.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” You ask.

Aether quickly shakes his head. “No! Not at all!”

He swallows the feeling of embarrassment. He shouldn’t have these kinds of thoughts, you are his employer, and he should treat you with proper respect.

Unfortunately, he can’t ignore the tired grunts you make, the way your robe seems to lower even more, and at this point, he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating.

The skirt is getting uncomfortable to wear, and a certain problem emerging. In fact, the whole outfit has started to do so. He fixes the collar, sweat starting to drip down despite the coolness of the temperature.

He places his palms on his cheeks, staring down, trying to calm himself.

He wonders how it would be if instead of the wine glass, you were to place that hand on his neck instead, to have you cup up his chin as you’re behind him with his back against your chest.

Aether continues daydreaming, not noticing that you’re calling up to him until he feels his wrist being taken away.

You pull him towards you and finds that you’re really warm.

“Traveler? Are you sick? Shall I send you home right now?” Your worry outstands him.

“N-No. I’m fine,” He glances down and tries to hide the growing tent with his apron. “I can wait. I’m good.”

You sigh. 

If Aether was standing right now, he’d be down on his knees.

“No, I refuse to have you here any longer. You are clearly not well, I’ll compensate for it.” 

Compensate? Does that mean you’ll be adding more to that ridiculously high payment?

He can’t have that.

“It is alright! I just uh—” What? Is he just supposed to admit that he was eyefucking you in his head?

He closes his mouth, scared that he’ll say something just as embarrassing.

“Don’t you have another task that I can do?” Aether asks.

“You can go home, I won’t take it against you—”

“Are you sure, Master—”

And Aether immediately wants to bury himself underneath. He didn’t mean to, he just didn’t want to go yet. Oh, when did he become this stupid? He’s always been rational when it comes to most things. 

He hears you chuckle softly, which then turns into a burst of hard laughter.

He’s embarrassed himself and now you’re laughing. You’re laughing so hard that you start tearing up.

“W-Why did the Adventurer’s Guild send me such an adorable maid?” You say.

Aether thinks he’s far from adorable. In fact, he’d consider himself to be scary. He’s defeated three harbingers, fought a dragon, and gone through multiple battles. He is not…adorable. Not in the least.

He can’t find it in himself to argue with you.

“What’s wrong, baby? Don’t want Master to send you out?”

“I—You’re mocking my words! It just slipped out! I have a friend and I also call him by that title sometimes!” He frustratingly yells. Right, because of Diluc, that’s it.

“So you’re saying you…just have a habit of calling people your Master?”

Aether tries to stammer out a response. “W-Would you stop with all the teasing?”

“Oh, I’m the one teasing? Not the one who’s been so quiet as a mouse his whole stay, but all of the sudden drools as I innocently do my work?”

“You noticed…?”

“Of course, I noticed. You aren’t exactly sneaky when you stare at me as if you can see through my robe.”

Aether covers his face and crouches on his knees. Yes, he won’t argue that he does want your attention. However, he didn’t expect to get everything thrown at him all at the same time.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.” You reassure him, helping him stand up.

“Sorry…I know you employed me for cleaning and all I’ve been doing is bothering you with your work—and you’re paying me too much already, I’ll just leave—”

Ah, Aether did not expect that.

He did not expect to be cut off from his mumbling with a kiss. Your lips were calming, soft and gentle. He feels you try to pull away.

He doesn’t want you to.

He pulls you closer to him, compared to you, he’s messy and in need. In need of your touch, in need of your attention. It’s a bit fast, he thinks. He’s only met you today, after all. 

Aether doesn’t mind.

You separate from him, out of breath. “You know I’ll be holding that against you, right?”

“Yes…and no compensation needed. Please.” He stresses out. He doesn’t want this to come off as you are paying for his body. He wants this, it’s dizzying but relaxing. He’s been needing this kind of break, especially as of recently.

“Alright.”

It’s a shame that his black stockings are ripped this much, he thought they were rather cute. The desk is a bit uncomfortable on his back but he’s too distracted by your mouth on his cock, mouth gasping out pleasantly as you hold him still.

“S-Shit—” He curses out.

You apparently take that as a sign to go even deeper and multitask with your hands at the other end of his cock. You grumble something incoherent, and the vibrations send pulses to his nerves.

“W-What?” He asks, and then regrets it since you answer him again with him still inside your mouth. He tilts his head back, squirming on the hard desk.

You remove your mouth before he can even climax, just edging him to the point of him shuddering. His legs are so sticky, he can’t see it due to the skirt, but he feels it, the way his thighs slide against each other.

“Such pretty noises…I might just get tempted to keep you here if you keep doing that.” You state.

“I can’t.” He breathes out.

“Really? You’re sure I can’t convince you?” 

“You can try.” Aether smirks.

You sneer at his confidence.

“Come here.” You direct.

“Stand?”

“Mhm, I’m sure laying like that can’t be good for you. Unless, of course. You already can’t stand up?”

Aether rolls his eyes at you. His legs shake with each step but he manages to position himself well, his back against your chest. 

He hears the sound of the robe hitting the ground and he’s tempted to see. No, he wants to see. 

He turns his head but his eyes are covered with your hand.

“Ah, no looking. Not yet.”

He can feel his entrance being stretched out, your fingers clearly taking their time. His heart thumps as his vision remains in darkness. Noises of satisfaction sounded from his throat.

He’s starting to get impatient with it, if he’s being honest. He remains still, however, he trusts that you know whatever’s best for him.

You hum and the tone of your voice seems satisfied.

After a few seconds of emptiness and silence, he finally takes you in. The urge to bend down right there was uncontrollable, but you hold his shoulders up. He’s this close to having a misstep and falling down.

His legs quiver, struggling to stand on their own. 

You push further in and a silent cry comes out of him. He hopes that’s the last of it.

It isn’t, but he doesn’t have to know that.

God, he feels so full. He curses your hand, he wants to see it. See how filled he is, see how your length bulges from his stomach.

“P-Please, move your hand.”

“In a bit, dear.”

It doesn’t take much for his body to succumb with a few thrusts. Each breath seems as if you’re somehow getting even deeper. He seethes at the pleasure, close to spilling.

“Hngh—” Aether grunts out.

It’s intoxicating how you hold him by his waist, rubbing his stomach. And with each pump to his body, his mouth releases a satisfied sound.

He swears in his head. Close! He’s so close!

He taps your hand on his eyes repeatedly, wanting you to take it off now. But you ignore it, pounding deeper instead as a response.

His body shrivels, and the next thing he knows, he’s screaming because of how good it is.

He’s blinded by the light when you finally allow him to see, his vision taking a while to adjust. The first thing he sees is how much he spills on the floor and how there’s still some coming out, dripping on his thighs.

“Would you look at that? My maid, creating a mess. Aren’t you supposed to be doing the opposite?”

He tries to turn around and almost slips, if not for your arms.

“Want to see, my baby?”

“Yes.” He answers.

Right after he says that, he feels himself getting lifted up, you still inside of him. A soft moan quickly escapes his lips. 

“W-Wait!” He complains, confused at what you’re doing.

That’s when he notices the mirror across the room. “No, you’re not actually thinking of—ah!”

You walk towards it all the while his legs are lifted and spread out. The movement has him bouncing on your cock despite still being sensitive from his first orgasm. It’s only a few steps. He can count how many you took with his fingers.

So, why is it that his body is responding too well to the point that he gets hard again?

“You alright there?” You ask him, his head still overwhelmed that he can’t hear you.

You blow on his ear and he looks at you annoyed.

“Why don’t you look in front of you before you pout at me?”

He stares at himself and looks away, having trouble maintaining eye contact with his own. The scene is so…passionate.

The way his skirt is lifted up to show his waist, his ripped stocking, and his flushed face. All the while you’re carrying him so lightly, your cock only halfway inside of him, wet from all the juices he’s leaking out.

Halfway? He questions himself. There’s no way you weren’t fully inside him earlier, right?

“What are you thinking?” You ask.

“N-Nothing!”

“Is that so?”

He whines at how you push further in, stretching his walls out fully. It’s way too big for him and he has no idea how he’s being able to take you so well. He watches the reflection as much as he could, despite his vision being blurry at most.

His body writhes at each slight movement that he makes, making him be reminded of the fact that he’s still being lifted up. He wants to say something, to speak about how you’re so mean to him for placing him in this position that you know will ruin him and his vocal cords. Yet, he doesn’t, knowing that’ll push you even further.

He’s so drunk and breathless, which doesn’t make sense considering you’re the one who’s been drinking the whole day.

You slowly pull yourself out to make space and Aether sobs. He sobs at how his walls clench onto you as if it depended on it, he sobs at how much pleasure this is giving him than what he expected.

He’s scared of what might happen after this. Of how his body will be affected by how much affection you’re giving it.

And then you thrust in. 

A loud whimper breaks out of him, and as the noises of skin slapping together get louder, so does he. 

Aether sings out pleas and how much you’re ruining his body, that he’ll never be able to take anybody else after this.

“You shouldn’t even be considering that, to begin with. You’re mine now, yes?”

And he hastily nods. Yours, of course.

He struggles to breathe, not knowing where to focus on when you’re pounding ruthlessly into him. His body feels so heavy and so brittle at the same time, You’re—

Aether’s thoughts get interrupted when you empty inside of him, filling him up. Warm, you’re so warm. 

He throws his head back as he reaches his second climax, everything draining out of him.

“Hah—give me—a sec…” He stutters out.

“Of course, should I pull out?”

“No, keep…keep it in.”

It took a while for Aether to recover. You suggested that you two should sit down but he immediately shuts that off once he remembered that warranted more movement. So, he stays there slightly lifted up, bearing the slight twitches of your cock.

You waited patiently, having a sight to look at just like this wasn’t exactly a complaint of yours.

He grabs your arms, lowering himself to the ground.

His legs aren’t exactly what you would call stable.

He moves on his own, pushing his body in and out. It’s slow, but it’s also gratifying at the same time. Some of your cum slips out with each push, being used as lubrication by your maid.

“You’re doing so well, keep it up.” 

“‘Love your cock.” He says.

“Hmm…I see that. Need some help?”

He nods embarrassingly. 

You position him to face you instead, making it a lot easier for him to work his way through.

It’s adorable how he hard he tries, his fingers are barely grabbing themselves onto you, in fact, you’re the one that’s the cause of Aether being to at least be on his feet.

He cries out loud as he hits that sweet spot of his, tongue lolling out from the pleasure. He’s tight and the movement is riling up the fire inside of you to use his body to your own accord. You fight against it, admiring at how much he’s trying to get that satisfaction without overwhelming himself from being too sensitive.

“That’s right, baby. Keep going. You’re so close aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

He shudders at it, his core boiling to its brim. 

“Please don’t let me fall.”

“I would never.” You promise.

Aether goes at a quicker pace, from what strength he has still, and lets his lower half do all the work until he spills out again, breathless but finally satisfied.

Aether knocks on the door again, waiting for you to open it.

As usual, you carry a glass of alcohol in your hand. Although more clothed, ever since he got possessive that someone else might see you like this.

You smile, and he braces for the teasing.

“My, at this point I really have to ask. Do you enjoy getting ambushed by hydro slimes or is your memory that bad?”

Aether rolls his eyes. He needs to persuade you from having a proper path made to get here. “I need a shower.”

“Ah, I’ve set up a bath.” You offered.

“And I assume you’re coming with?” The blond snickers.

“Of course, I am. Like you even have to ask.”

[mommypieck]

i don't care that reiner is like twice my size, i want him to sit on my lap like a pretty princess.

[saelipse-deactivated20230614]

no thoughts, only afab!childe riding my face like the whiny whore he is

(Again sorry for the await, hope you will enjoy this :p)

Struggling to breathe under the weight of Childe’s well trained thighs, you gripped his ass and waist to make him come even closer to your face. Lapping your tongue at his delicious folds, Ajax rolled his hips energetically onto your nose and most importantly your working tongue. He whined loudly, knowing that his office’s door was unlocked, letting the possibility of being caught by a Fatui member increase second by second. That fact only made the both of you hornier and greedier, for each other’s body. You groaned onto him, sending vibrations through his whole body, making him moan loudly again. He repeated your name like a chant and tried to grip whatever was near his hands. You were laying down on his desk, making it squeak each time Childe rolled his hips in desperation.

“You fuck me so good, please~ !”

He didn’t even know what he begged for, release ? Childe didn’t mind being edged. Slower pace ? Like hell he would wish for that. You were now grabbing his thighs as he stopped moving, focusing on the stimulation on his puffy clit. You took a finger and shoved it inside his cunt, earning another yelp from him. His whole body shivered, informing you that his climax approached. You only went faster with your hand and tongue moves, he moaned so loudly that it resonated into the whole room.

When he finally came, you licked the entirety of his juices, savoring every last drop of cum. But as he tried to get up, you slammed his hips back into your face. Ajax yelped loudly at how sensitive his clit felt from the previous climax. It was already too much for the poor boy. He attempted to move up from your harsh tongue but your grip on his thighs was firm, making it impossible for the red-haired to remove himself from your face or even fight back. He just had to endure it. The stimulation hurt him so good that he already felt a familiar knot form into his abdomen, as he kept on whining and letting your name fall off his mouth loudly. You didn’t stop your pace, welcoming another climax in your mouth, making his cunt clean with your tongue.

[kumzume]

scenario where eren and armin are both sucking on your strap and maybe making out time to time while doing so 😩😭🙌❤️

literally shitting my pants right now. i am. ill.

cs eren n armin are both whores of the worst degree. i mean we’ve established that eren is an awful attention seeking brat — he’ll purposely ignore you and then cry when you don’t immediately fold under his wet eyes and puppy dog gaze. he knows it can be a lot but he just. hates giving into you easily, prefers to make you work for it, work for him. to him it shows him that you love him enough, care about him enough to fight for him, to push him through his brattiness n give him what he wants. you both enjoy your dynamic, you really do but..

armin is armin. sweet, pretty, a little soft spoken with smooth skin and lips you just want to devour. thin and lithe where eren is muscular and built. pale and freckled where eren is tan and clear skinned. they’re almost opposites in some regards but in others.. you see their similarities.

on occasion, when you’re hanging out with the pair of them, you see armin’s eyes go wide and his smile goes sharp, pretty canines poking out beneath plush, pink lips like he wants to do something, wants to act on some urge unknown to you and eren. he looks a lot like eren when he does so, something you absolutely don’t overlook.

the glint in his eyes comes to play most often when eren gets a bit too.. rowdy for you, pushes you a little too hard when you’re in a place you can’t easily reprimand him. you make do with a slap on his ass and a whispered, “behave,” but you know that as he slinks away, he’s just waiting for another moment to get under your skin and make you destroy him. he aches for it. and apparently, armin does too.

you’re not dumb, no matter how much jean likes to tease you. you can tell when armin gets hard, just by watching you take eren’s jaw into your hand and squeezing it with a quiet, “settle down boy.” you see the way he scampers off with a well manicured hand over his tented crotch and, if you’re lucky, when you pass by the bathroom a few minutes later, you might catch the tail end of a moan — sometimes it’s your name, sometimes it’s eren’s. both are a treat.

so, it’s not much of a surprise to you or eren when armin comes into your apartment with pretty, flushed cheeks and the inability to look you in the eye and asks for the both of you to take care of him. please.

and who are you to deny him when he asks so nicely?

you try to start off easy, not to scare him off or make him uncomfortable. you have him sit in the corner of the room by the door (in case he needs to leave if it gets to be too much) on his knees in his briefs, his long cock already steadily drooling precum against the white fabric while he watches you undress eren, piece by piece until he’s completely bare for you.

it’s unusual you can do this without getting a hint of resistance from eren but when you look up at his face, his eyes are focused on armin — armin who’s currently looking at you, at your hands and the way they sit so pretty against eren’s abs. you can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips as you lower yourself to thumb at the head of eren’s cock through his boxers, the sensation making his pupils go fuzzy and a breathy moan to escape from his bitten lips.

the sound makes armin shiver and his hands ball up so tight, his knuckles go white. you long to take pity on him, to make him cum at least once to take the edge off before focusing in on your baby but.. he’s so much prettier like this — desperate and pink all over, his breathing coming out in light pants, his gaze looking at you with reverence. like you can save him. you sigh a little at the prospect before turning all your attention back on eren, slipping your hand down the front of his boxers and, with practiced strokes, bringing him up and over the edge with ease.

he cums with his back arched off the bed and his sheets bunched up in sweaty palms, his long, chestnut hair sticking against his forehead. he’s gorgeous like this and you can’t help but look over at armin to make sure he’s watching this and seeing how beautiful your baby is. your breath catches in your throat when you see him — armin is watching with lust blown pupils as his hips rut up against nothing, fingernails biting into the pale skin of his thighs. you almost don’t call him over but when you spot the glistening of tears against his lashline, you fold, easily, like a house of cards in a hurricane.

he scrambles over before his name ever finishes leaving your lips, his hands immediately pushing your shirt up over your chest to suck a nipple into your mouth before moving to run down eren’s abdomen and wrap around his wet cock in his underwear.

armin is frantic with his movements, moaning against the hardened bud in his mouth and squeezing his soft palm around eren’s oversensitive dick, making him cry out, his eyes squeezing shut. he’s so desperate for the two of you, so needy, but your bedroom has order to it. armin doesn’t get to call the shots. so, you thread your fingers through his golden strands and pull him off of you roughly, tears falling down his cheeks and a harsh whimper being yanked from his chest as he falls back against the mattress.

you aren’t livid, not really, but you put on that face, chastising him for being greedy when eren hasn’t gotten his fill yet (not that it matters when eren is already hard again, his cock leaking against his thigh). armin sniffles out an apology and looks down at the bedsheets, his voice coming out a watery whisper. he asks if there’s anything he can do for you and eren, anything to make it up to you for taking more than he should.

you pretend to think about it but the decision isn’t hard. you know both boys more than either of them like to think and while one was definitely more subtle than the other, you know they both share yet another thing in common — their oral fixations. it’s not much of a punishment if you’re being honest but on occasion, it’s hard to say no to your baby’s pleading eyes. at this moment, you have two pairs looking up at you and you have no choice but to pull out your harness and strap, securing them both against your hips and returning to the bed.

“get my cock nice and wet and maybe i’ll think about forgiving you. if you do a good job, i might even fuck you. what do you think about that?” it’s nearly comical how quickly eren and armin agree to the proposal, the both of them leaping up to begin lapping at the head and shaft of the purple silicon braced against you.

you let your hands slip down to their heads to maneuver them where you please while your head tilts back and they continue to work. your eyes close before you know it but.. the sounds coming from below your waist suddenly change. it’s no longer the sound of slick on plastic — it’s now slick on slick. you open your eyes to take a look and a wave of arousal hits you so hard, it feels like a punch in the gut.

eren and armin are making out with your cock in between their lips — both their eyes are closed as they lose themselves in the sensations, small whimpers and whines escaping them while they suck and lick into each other’s mouths while still trying to get the strap as wet as possible. it’s too hot, so much so that you have to look away, have to give a shaky “that’s enough” to get them to stop.

you think you might have enough willpower to keep on your original plan but when armin slides his tongue against eren’s a final time before looking up at you with teary eyes and a quiet, “did we do good?” all your self control flies out the window.

you are going to break them and you’re going to have such a good time doing it.

[yourlocalfandomfreak]

head empty, only Reiner’s fat mommy milkers. I bet his nipples are sensitive as hell and he moans like a whore when you flick them.

[vampcubus]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃! | 𝐀𝐎𝐓

a/n: this is literally 5k words of pegging nonsense, most of these “headcanons” also include additional lil blurbs because i’m a psychopath.

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ — 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘! levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, floch, jean, porco, and armin.

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ — 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘! nsfw!! MDNI, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that’s hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.

❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

—  He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

— At first, he thinks everything feels like its too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time to put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this mans knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”

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[saibeosei-deactivated20230513]

you're appointed as sae's new manager, and he can't stop acting like a weirdo.

warnings. top amab reader, dub-con, blowjob (reader receiving), very brief mention of handjob, brat-taming, ooc sae, usage of names like 'slut' author's note. not proofread. sae is such a brat bro. i have never seen such a annoying person before honestly. and guess what, we r all so into brat-taming haha !!

sae itoshi is a prodigy football player, who is known as the best player in Japan. sae is also a member of the new generation world 11, as well as the royale a.k.a real madrid youth team.

then why the fuck is this guy such a fucking brat? why the fuck is it so hard for him to just accept that you’re the new manager? not someone he can sexually harass.

“sae, i swear to god. you’ve asked me this for the fifth fucking time. it’s not appropriate to ask that to someone you just fucking met.”

“what. why not.” this bitch is acting like this is the sanest thing he has ever said.

“how big is your-“ you cover his mouth immedietly.

“HAVE SOME DIGNITY? YOU’RE SAE ITOSHI. ” you whisper-yell.

you’re both in a airport and as manager, you’ve been assigned to take him back to spain. the thing is, he was introduced to you in the front arena at the airport, when he was getting out of his car. you were pretty excited to meet sae itoshi, japan’s best player. to nones surprise you were a big fan of him, and trained hard up until now to support him in his journey. you even showed the best first impression possible, yet your expectations of him threw you off. is japan’s player really just a perverted brat off field? it felt like he knew nothing but football and failed to communicate properly even.

when you first introduced yourself he stared at you like you’re a different species. Then proceeded to eye you up and down for a good ten seconds, then started walking ahead. that weirdo just checked you out and acted like nothing happened. you did not take much of it, sighing it off as “probably im the weird one for thinking he would check someone like me out”.

but.

during the forty minutes for immigration and check-ins, all he did was travel up and down with eyes. And when you were handling his luggage, in front of the recipient in the counter, and many other travelers, he speaks for the first time, and very loudly.

“how big is your dick?”

he did that four times already, and all the four times they were loud as fuck. you made sure to cover his mouth though. you’re not sure why you didn’t answer him though, maybe it was hard for you to believe this is real.

and now even after finishing all the paperwork for the flight and waiting for the flight leaving in half an hour, he asked again.

“i don’t see any problem asking that. you are my manager, it’s only natural for me to ask you to get to know you.” your pupils dilute and turn to him, he’s sitting beside you with hope in his eyes that you’ll flash him.

“sae, you met me two hours ago. because you’re such a dull about things like this, I’ll let you know this is sexual harassment.” you grit your teeth and sae’s eyes suddenly darken.

“you like me, don’t you ?” his calm composed voice is loud again. “then why not? i’m sae itoshi.”

oh this entitled fucking brat. just because you’re sae fucking itoshi you’ll get to do this? view people as sex objects? not show basic human decency?

but of course, there’s nothing you can do. he is sae itoshi after all, it’s too much of a hassle to cause drama in a airport. will answering this perverted question solve the problem for now?

DING DONG!

“passengers for flight ABD2456, please move to the boarding room.”

“passengers for flight ABD2456, please move to the boarding room.”

thank god. you grab your hand luggage and tickets to move to the flight.

“let’s go, sae. that’s our flight.” sae furrows his eyebrows and lets them down again. he then crosses his legs and arms and stays completely put.

“I’m not going until you tell me. ”

oh, this fucking bitch.

you grab him by the waist and before he can react you throw him over your left shoulder. this is a bit reputation ruining behavior, but this bitch needs to be dealt with. you’re pretty sure this has not happened with other managers.

“what the fuck are you doing- let me go! wha- who the fuck do you think you- “

“obviously i’m gonna answer you in the washroom you whore.” you hold his legs tightly in one place so you can ensure peacefully reaching the room.

“put me down this instant you- [m/n]! fuck- “

luckily, there’s no one there and you go inside one of the stall and lock yourselves in. you then sit sae down on a closed toilet seat. this is gonna be pretty unhygienic but sae needs it.

“what are you planning to do eve- oh. you’re actually….” he can’t close his eyes because he’ll miss it. he gulps down a huge mount of saliva. “big. it even has veins. wow.”

“suck me off. you wanted this didn’t you, you absolute slut.” you’re so done with him, so so done.

“no, huh?…. i actually just wanted know to know more because you’re the manager.” he looks away because he’s so focused on hiding his pathetic boner from the fucking sight of your length.

you don’t waste time and grab a handful of his hair and see your whole cock disappear inside his mouth, a bulge already appearing on his neck area. he is unable to coerce a response, the only thing he feels is the warmness of your dick blocking his trachea and the feeling of not being able to breathe. he feels stripped of his dignity when you’ve begun moving your hips and the tip of your cock keeps hitting the back of his throat.

he does try to fight back by pushing you off, but you hold his arms up together to prevent him from preventing his fate. the inside of his mouth, tongue and roof altogether is so warm and wet that you felt yourself close to your orgasm already. there are already tears forming and bursting through his eyes and rolling down his cheeks, but it’s only natural. he’s super still when you’re fucking his mouth like there’s no tomorrow.

“what’s wrong, you fucking brat? didn’t you want this? can you now see how big it fucking is?” he’s met with a sinister grin. all you are hearing from him are incoherent whimpers, he’s surprisingly taking it all in like a slut.

when you let go off his wrists to grab him by the head, you can feel his tongue dancing around your length as you twitch inside him. you back up a bit and sae is suddenly swirling his tongue around your slit like he’s a pro at this. you can’t help but groan at the sudden overwhelming change the redhead bought and are threatened to come. he takes it out with a 'pop' and his hand took over as he strokes you. his hand is ice cold, but you don’t bring this up and stop him.

“use your mouth, I really don’t want to hear anything from you right now.” you glare and he rolls his eyes.

“make m- mmph!“ you were expecting this, you jam it in his jaws again and his eyes roll back. he looks better helpless honestly. his tears fall past his eyes, trying to plead for mercy but you can barely hear anything with your cock shoved down his throat. drool sweeps past his lips, staining your own pants. but the back of his throat feels so good you can’t stop. sae looks super fucked out with his stained cheeks, messy hair and welled up tears, and it turns you on even more.

“i’m gonna come soon, expect you to swallow.” you sternly point out, but he’s so out of it, he can’t feel anything but your cock ramming through his hole. but the heat that you feel in your lower stomach finally bursts.

“fuck..” you grunt, pumping load after load into his mouth.

sae is flabbergasted. he does not even realize that he swallowed all of it. he shakily looks at his own neglected cock and hits you with the puppy eyes. but you’re going to miss the plane at this point. you fix yourself and wipe away sae’s tears and drool.

“yeah, no way.” you then throw him on your shoulder again. how mean.

[lucienn]

blue lock is so stupid im obsessed with it. sixty percent of you guys would be ten times better at midfield. this whole project is definitely illegal like are they all just skipping school for months that can’t be legal. the rin/sae conflict was building up to be this mysterious tragic event and it was just that sae’s the only person in the whole entire manga who can understand that some people are better at midfielder. reo needs to redistribute his fucking wealth instead of having a gay crisis in soccer hell. there is an on-page comparison of the soccer goal to a womb. one character vanished for several chapters and came back looking and acting like he’d literally been deployed to war this is not an exaggeration. i’m pretty sure every character needs therapy but i can’t even begin to figure out what for

[popping-greenbean]

im not waiting to see the whole event story its so cute and i love them

(rbs appreciated!)

[fenkko]

the long forgotten sensation of a little hand in your own

[orbitalmoonrat]

Happy Holidays!

[marsgod-deactivated20250208]

hello, hello ! its kanani n im here for a favor so generously returned ;) id like a genshin char pls n ty !

sexuality, pronouns — omni n idm any pronouns but i lean to they/them !

personality — both emotionally and materially, i am a genius. big claims, ik but no ones gonna brag for me so ill simply take it upon myself ;) ive also been told that im very conversational w the way i have friends that r so different, but im also incredibly literal and pretentious so its a small wonder how i dislike people so silently.

im heavily opinionated and enjoy arguing w someone in a way that makes them wish they kept their mouth shut >:) i love material things such as the value of education or money in abundance, it makes me feel sure of myself.

appearance — i stand at a titanic 5’3, i have jet black hair that falls down unto the juncture between my shoulder blades w bangs that impede my vision ^^' im mid-sized — my thighs considerably bigger than my torso — and have been blessed n cursed w voluminous cleavage ^^'

hobbies — competitive volleyball, violin, guitar, n flute, and im currently studying law :)

characteristics i look for — anyone who can truly understand me… who also has a charming smile ! i also love sweethearts who have no problem comforting u given the time, place, and context

characteristics i avoid — immaturity, reluctant to change, compulsive lying, doesnt like when im clingy ( bc i <3 that typa shit )

ideal date — a library date where we fully know we should be quiet, but why would we? we fuck around, snicker too loud, and make fun of the others in the library when they inevitably shush us. and when the time does come where we are quiet, we dont have to fill the silence — we’re living in the moment.

sorry if that was tm ! tyt and pls take care <3

╰┈➤ I’d match you with…Yanfei!

Yanfei would love to take you to a library, intending to study, but will likely get distracted with messing around with you

She already knows the materials sooo..

is still extremely apologetic to the librarian but can’t stop snickering

Genius power couple ngl

yanfei doesn’t like when people are so silent and makes it feel one sided, so she def appreciated you<33

Loves (friendly) arguments, even if they get heated

Hates liars too, her whole job is being truthful and justice:/

Even if money isn’t a huge huge thing for her, she definitely likes having it

Yanfei is more passive aggressive with her hate (more passive than aggressive tho)

Loves loves the sound of guitars, mostly acoustic but she can listen to generally anything

doesn’t really understand volleyball, but will get ahold of it at some point

“I don’t think mora specifically is the “root” of evil, but the greed of people, and the high of power! Thoughts?”