Cathleen’s favourite meal is stupid little virgin girls. Those with their hymens still in-tact waiting to be torn apart by her fingers, strap, dick even.
Stupid little virgins like her trainee. It’s wrong, very wrong. Shes twice your age ! What a scandal if anyone found out !
Holding your thigh up to press against your chest, her fingers already knuckles deep in your cunt reaching the deepest crevices of your body you never knew even existed. The bathroom is full of audible sloshing as she makes you squirt on her one last time before letting you sink down into a puddle of your own mess.
“Such a pretty girll you are.” She coos at you while he fingers wain themselves out of your hole, “clean yourself and be there for the briefing, kay?” She slaps your clit lightly making you jolt, “dont be lateee!” She laughs before walking out, whistling.
helping sam riordan guide himself inside you and his head immediately falls back with a long fuuuuuck and his glazed eyes as you ride him and him excitedly huffing out I get it now I get why people are obsessed with fucking it feels so fucking good into your neck nd his hands squeezing your hips and the globes of your ass so hard it’s definitely gonna leave marks that he’ll definitely hate himself for causing later and him squeezing the headboard so hard it breaks and crumbles in his hand if he’s on top yeah basically sam riordan
ino takuma x fem!reader. summary: reader and ino have playful fights.
“WHY are you calling me ma’am?? how old do you think I am??! Were the same age for—“, You pulled his beanie off forcefully before smacking it against his shoulder, again— “Gods—“ and again, “Sake—!”
“What— stop it-!!! You’re hurting me—“ Ino tried to shield himself, knowing that it didn’t hurt that much, not really. “Stop—Stop!!” He winced when you grabbed his ear. You finally loosened your grip on him, letting him free. You abruptly bought your fist up to warn him and he flinched. What a loser.
A brief moment of silence passes before he says, “Granny.” With a disgustingly wretched smile, before attempting to bolt. “You—“ you grabbed his brown locks in pure livid rage, pulling him back and putting him in a headlock, “Say sorry now.” He paled.
He struggled against your grip, “TAKUMA—say sorry—!!!!” You yelled. “Hey!— You’re so aggressive!” He whined, “FINE—! I’m sorry let go—“
He dramatically gasped for breath, holding his neck. “Yo— I nearly tasted death!!” He said exasperatedly. “Don’t be a baby.” You scoffed. “I’m the baby? I’m not the one that gets offended when getting referred to as ma’am! You have serious issues lady!”
“Are you hurt?” You asked after a minute of silence, feigning nonchalance and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. A wicked grin bloomed across his face, before contorting into a pout. “So much… owieeee.” “Ew. Good.” You replied back with a grimace on your face.
Gojo and Nanami walked out of the convenient only to be greeted with bickering. “Your subordinate is attacking mine, are you going to reprimand her?” Nanami asked apathetically watching the two fight from afar. “Nahhh.” Gojo dismissed far too quickly, waving his hand.
I feel like dating Seiji Shishikura would mean there would be like no PDA for atleast the first — many months of dating.
Sure he’ll take you out on dates, spend time with you, buy you small gifts but YOU will have to initiate any sort of physical intimacy. You start off small, hand holding during shopping trips you dragged him to or hugging when saying goodbye. To kissing him!— on the cheek. It all very middle school, despite being fully grown adults but it doesn’t affect you, neither does it affect him.
When time comes, maybe he’ll take some initiative and kiss you on the lips himself. Or maybe even more!!1!1!
present mic bday sex since it’s his birthday today plz 👉👈
BIRTHDAY BEATS
summary: Hizashi’s social battery runs out on his birthday
a/n notes: sorry I did not see this sooner, I have been away for a while, haven’t I? Haha. Enjoy. <3 This is x fem reader by the way..
—ok I did half of this fic in 2025, I think and now I’m finishing it in 2026 LOL. I haven’t been writing much lately because I’ve been so busy. I definitely feel like the quality of my writing has degraded. I’ll try improve that if I ever start posting consistently again. Again I’m sorry for getting back to this request so late. (Also this isn’t proofread)
Hizashi’s birthdays were always an.. adventure. He always promised he would invite only a few people— Aizawa, Nemuri and few of his other fellow teacher colleagues and maybe some of his hero friends— and maybe— until it got out of hand. His apartment swarmed with familiar faces, it was an extrovert haven.— besides Aizawa of course.
He was out of his depth now, his social battery had run out. Which was rare, since he seemed to never stop talking. He leaned on the balcony of his apartment to catch a breath or maybe two as he stared below onto the traffic in the city. He wouldn’t even have noticed you leaning against the wall if he hadn’t turned slightly to take out the cigarettes from his pocket.
“Jesus— warn me next time will you?” He said with his pitchy voice as he lit the cigarette.
“What are you doing out here?” You asked wrapping your hands around his waist from behind him.
“I’m just.. a little tired.” He puffed out the smoke from his mouth.
“Told you to only invite a few people.” You murmured against his back.
“Yes, yes. I’ve learnt my lesson.” He smiled, yanking you by the arm to get you to face him instead. He stared at you with the cigarette still hanging in between his lips before blowing the smoke directly into your face.
“Ass.” You complained as he caged you in between the balcony and himself. You absentmindedly toyed with the hem of his shirt as you complained about his smoking which was until he bought his lips close enough to which you thought he would kiss you. You instinctively part your lips but only to receive a mouthful of smoke instead. Coughing, you smacked his chest lightly. Before you could start complaining again, he kisses you. Your body melted against his, hands coming up to grab at the back of his hair that he had let down for once. He grips at your hips like a vice pulling you against him. Hizashi always took his time with you when kissing. It was an oscillation between a deep kiss and many small pecks in quick succession.
He forced you to turn around by your waist, pressing himself up against your back. One hand snuck up the shirt you were wearing and the other rested on the railing.
“Are you crazy?!—“ you gasped, “there’s people—inside!” Trying to pry at his hand.
“What? It’s my birthday. Don’t you want to fulfil my wishes?” He leaned down to mumbled into your shoulder, “and plus— it’s so loud in there I doubt anyone will notice anything.”
He’s already tugged your panties half way down your legs before you can scold him further. He kisses down the back of your neck, causing you to gasp out and reach for his hand ravishing your stomach and chest under your shirt. “What do you think?” He whispers in your ear before biting it softly.
By the time clock strikes midnight, he’s taking you on the balcony of his apartment. Tears blur your vision of the magnificent view of the city as he grinds into you from behind like a machine. It’s supposed to be his birthday but rather it feels like he’s treating you instead. He’s slow and meticulous about hitting all the nerves inside your begging hole despite the fact anyone could open the door at any minute and see him inches deep into his girlfriend.
But Hizashi has never been the patient kind. He wants to tease. But at the end of the day all he is.. is desperate for his beloved. Which is why you expected his increase in pace, his hands moving to wrap around your waist to pull you back into his thrusts. The sounds of the slippery skin on skin is over-run by the music playing inside the apartment. “F-fuck I’m cummin—ing—“ he whines shakily, his grip on your waist shifts to pull you against his chest. You smile before leaning your head back onto his shoulder. This is where he gets loud. With a final thrust and a yelp, his grip tightens around your body before relaxing into you.
“Happy Birthday Hizashi.” You say softly as he leans against your lips.
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