XOXO

Little Miss 20 something just Internet dumping. MDNI🔞

[silverlullabies]

Imagine Alpha!Ghost who has never once been moved by an omega’s scent. Not a single twitch of interest in all the years he’s been forced to stand in crowded rooms and breathe their scent in.

He’s smelled every combination- cloying florals and bright citruses and dark, earthy things.

And… he feels nothing. No itch under his skin. No pull in his chest. No instinct to knot an omega and fill them full of his pups

He handles his ruts alone, teeth sunk into his own forearm, fist working, mask never lifted even when he’s locked in his quarters with the lights off.

Until he smells you.

Tangerine, bright, sharp, almost sweet enough to make his mouth water. Black tea, dark and tannic. Stereotypical. Nothing worth noting. Until he smells the iron, metallic and thick. Catches a whiff of it and inhales until he’s dizzy with it.

His cock swells so fast it punches the air out of his lungs, thickens against the front of his fatigues until the fabric strains, the head already leaking like a faucet, knot at the base swelling fat. His rut scratches at the back of his head, claws raking, vicious, sudden, feral need that makes his vision tunnel and his hands shake.

It takes everything in him to not drop to his knees right then and there, nose between your thick thighs, lick you clean while you squirmed and bled for him. Iron and tangerine all over his tongue, his mask.

He wants to scent you so thoroughly no one else can smell anything but him. Wants to fuck you through it, knot you deep while you’re still bleeding, keep you plugged full until the cramping stops and the only thing you can feel is the stretch of his cock.

He has to brace a hand on the wall. Has to breathe through his mouth even though it doesn’t help, because the scent is everywhere now, in his nose, in his throat, in the low, involuntary rumble that starts in his chest. The thought of your soft belly and plush hips makes his knot throb again, another thick bead of precome soaking into the cotton.

He wonders if you’d let him. If a nervous little thing like you would let him put you on your back and spread you open, let him bury his face in that iron sweet mess until your thighs shake around his ears, or if you’d fuss and try to close your legs before his big hands pinned you wide and his tongue found the source of it.

Wonders if you’d cry when he finally fucks you, when the knot catches and locks and he keeps you there, breeding you through the blood like some feral thing that’s finally found the only scent worth crawling on his knees for.

Ghost whose hands are trembling as he turns the corner and sees you there. Ghost who gets hard- painfully, humiliatingly hard- from the smell of you on your period.

[freakynad]

reiner braun is needy for your pūssy ❤︎ mdni.

“just— stay here a minute.” his voice gruff, hands on his clothed cock that was currently vigorously poking out of his trousers and his cheeks flushed.

you watched him for a moment, his eyes shut as if his erection physically hurt him— which is probably did— but you couldn’t help but tease.

“you’re telling me a kiss on the lips got you all erect baby?” you smirked, cradling the back of his neck with your fingers, watching him groan and hips jolt upwards.

“g-god. please stop.” his voice trembled, moving away from your touch and pressing his head against the steering wheel, his palms growing sweaty and erection growing tighter.

your eyes widened at the sight, he seemed to be struggling for a man who is usually composed.

“reiner..” you whispered, drifting close towards him, your strong aroma lingering in the air and filling his senses.

his grip tightened around his crotch, feeling his cock pulsating against his palm. “we can do a quickie—“ “absolutely not.” he despised the idea of fucking you without taking his time to praise every inch of you.

“well clearly you're not handling it well, then once we step into the event you’re gonna be like— oh lets go home because i need you so bad.” you ridiculed him shamelessly, watching his eyes widen to yours.

“maybe you should stop kissing me before events then, knowing it turns me on.” he deflected with evident flush on his cheeks, it was amusing to you.

his frustration sent a sudden, sharp thrill of arousal straight to your core.

you scoffed, not even giving him a chance to protest as you kicked your heels off and shuffling to the driver's seat into his lap, straddling him.

“wh—what’re you doin—“ he muttered breathlessly, his body shivered entirely when you pressed your hands on his shoulder to stabilise yourself peel your skirt off as he watched, his mouth watering.

he couldn’t even think straight, his vision blurring into a haze as he unzipped his trousers in quiet grunts, revealing his hardened length and aggressively red tip that made your pussy throb.

“please..” he quietly gasped needily as his hand slightly stroked his length in desperation, resting his head onto your chest as you peeled off your damp underwear.

“jeez reiner, just a second.” you chuckled, trying to ignore how your heart raced in arousal. his hands gripped on your hips and guided your cunt to his length.

the simple brush of his tip between your folds made his fingers dig into your hips almost painfully. “ffuuuck..” he fluttered his eyes shut.

to some mysterious miracle, he didn’t cum just yet even though he was holding onto a thread, slowly you sunk into his cock, watching his lips part and panting in desperation.

“mmhpp— ride me.. fuck me please.” he pleaded, nuzzling his head onto your neck as you gently grinded onto his cock. your hands wrapped around his neck as you lifted your hips, pressing down on his cock. rocking back and forth in a rhythmic motion.

“oh reiner..” you moaned onto his ear, feeling his incessant whimpers onto your skin— you could’ve sworn you heard him huffed in pleasure.

your slick walls tightened around his throbbing cock, sending waves of pleasure all around his body. “fuck me..” he cried out, his hips tilting to meet yours.

his moans muffled against your warm skin, his palms growing sweaty against your back. “iloveyousomuch— i love you so fucking much.” he babbled, completely pussy drunk.

your fingers found the back of his neck, finding his damp hairs and caressing. “such a good boy f’me, rein.. this is what you needed? hm?”

“yesyes! i needed you s’ bad..” he whined, his fingers twitching against your clothed back.

rolling your pelvis against his, his cock twitched inside you, earning a moan from you. “you’re cumming rein’?” you whispered into his ear, bringing up the pace as he grunted.

“y—yes.. mmmp.. fuck!” he squeaked, hips jolting upwards as ropes of cum spilled in you, quiet gasps spilled out of your mouth, your own cunt squeezed around his cock.

hot cum poured down your legs. both of you stayed in the embrace, skin sticky. his cock warmed inside of you, semi hard and pumping his cum inside of you.

“did such a good job for me baby.” you whispered, caressing his damp hair, incoherent words muffled against your neck.

“sorry..” he blurted, making you pout, pecking his ears that were still sensitive, making him shivered.

“.. is okay baby, i loved seeing you needy for my pussy.” you cooed

his hips twitched at your words, “stop..” he gasped, making you chuckle at how tender he was to every touch and every word.

“we gotta go in—“ “no.” he gripped your hips tightly, not ready to feel the loss of your sticky walls hugging his cock.

© 𝒇reakynad is speaking . . . sub!reiner is my favourite genre

[hotteeunscripted]

[hotteeunscripted]

TW: baby trapping

You and Simon were only supposed to fuck buddies, only ment to use each other. You had laid out 3 ground rules and everything!

1. Don’t catch feelings.

2. Don’t go blabbing to other people about it.

3. Always use protection.

When you laid out these rules you hadn’t realize how he had let the rules go through one ear and out the other, so it was a bit of a shock when later that week he had you wrapped in a bear hug with his dick so deep you swear he’s nudging your stomach. He’s whining grunting into your ear, and even though you’re being fucked delirious and he’s barely audible over your own moans and the absolutely disgustingly wet sound your pussy is making as he feeds you slow and deep strokes, you swear you heard him say “gonna keep ya forever bird.” and it gets brushed off. It was in the heat of the moment and obviously the two of you couldn’t be fuck buddies forever! Simon had a different idea though when he slipped off the condom before stuffing you full. You hadn’t realize that until a month and a half later when you’re sat in front of him with a positive pregnancy test and he doesn’t look the slightest bit surprised…

I’m ovulating…sorry🩷

[mimuju-deactivated20260731]

brat taming with choso ! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 in which you refuse his princess treatment !? (smut)

you’re on one knee in the hallway, fingers fumbling with the laces of your left sneaker, when you hear choso’s footsteps stop behind you.

“princess?” his voice is soft, confused. “what are you doing?”

you glance over your shoulder. he’s standing there in his usual black hoodie, hair loose, brows drawn together like you just announced you were moving to another country. you finish the knot, double it, and stand up.

“tying my shoes,” you say, brushing your hands off on your jeans. “we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave soon.”

he blinks. “i always do that for you.”

“yeah, well.” you grab your bag from the hook by the door. “i can do it myself today.”

choso doesn’t move. he just watches you, quiet, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. you’re already reaching for the doorknob when he finally speaks again.

“did i forget something?” he asks. “did i do something wrong?”

you pause, turn around. his face is open, genuinely worried, and it makes your chest twist. “no, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i just… wanted to do it myself this morning.”

he nods slowly, but the crease between his brows doesn’t smooth out. “okay.”

you make it all the way to the kitchen before he appears again. you’re standing at the counter, pouring cereal into a bowl, when he stops in the doorway.

“princess,” he says again, softer this time. “i made you breakfast already. it’s in the fridge. the good yogurt. the one with the strawberries you like.”

you look at the bowl in your hands, then at him. “i know. i just felt like cereal today.”

he stares at you for a long moment. “you hate that cereal.”

“it’s fine.”

“you said it tastes like cardboard last week.”

you sigh, setting the bowl down. “choso, it’s okay. i can make my own breakfast. you don’t have to do everything for me.”

he doesn’t argue. he just watches you eat three bites of the cardboard cereal before you give up and push the bowl away. he doesn’t say anything when you grab a banana instead. instead, he keeps watching, quiet and thoughtful, like he’s cataloging every small rebellion.

by the time you’re in the car, he’s still quiet. his hand rests on your thigh like it always does, thumb stroking absent circles, but his mind is clearly somewhere else. you don’t push it. you just let the silence sit between you, warm and familiar.

he doesn’t ask again until you’re home that night.

you’re in the bedroom, changing out of your work clothes, when he appears in the doorway. he’s been home for an hour already—long enough to shower, long enough to make dinner and leave it covered on the stove. but he doesn’t mention any of that. he just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you pull a t-shirt over your head.

“sweetheart,” he says, and there’s something different in his voice now. lower. “come here.”

you turn. he’s still in the doorway, but his eyes have that look—the one he gets when he’s been thinking too hard about something and finally decided what to do about it. you cross the room slowly. he meets you halfway, his hands finding your waist, pulling you in until your chest is pressed to his.

“you’ve been doing everything today,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple. “tying your shoes. making breakfast. carrying your own bag. i didn’t stop you. but i need to know why.”

you rest your forehead against his collarbone. “i don’t know. i just wanted to feel like i could handle things. without you doing everything for me.”

he’s quiet for a moment. then his hands slide down to your ass, gripping you firmly, lifting you until your legs wrap around his waist. he carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing, laying you down on your stomach, his body already covering yours.

“you can handle things,” he says against the back of your neck, his voice low and rough. “i know that. but you don’t have to.” his hands are already working your jeans down your hips, yanking your panties with them. “you don’t have to do anything when i’m here. that’s the point.”

you feel him shift behind you, hear the sound of his zipper, feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he doesn’t wait. doesn’t tease. just pushes inside in one slow, deliberate thrust that has you gasping into the mattress.

“choso—”

“shut up,” he snaps, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, pinning you harder. “you wanna act like you don’t need me? fine. but you’re gonna take this cock like its the only thing you need.”

his hips snap forward, burying him deeper, and you moan, your fingers fisting the sheets. “you were so fucking stubborn this morning. tying your own shoes like i wasn’t right there. making that shitty cereal like i didn’t already have something ready for you. what the fuck was that?”

you whimper, your body rocking with every thrust. “i just—i wanted—”

“you wanted to be difficult,” he growls, his hand sliding around to your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake. “you wanted to prove something. but look at you now. face down, ass up, dripping all over my cock because you can’t even pretend you don’t need me.” his pace is brutal, each thrust punching a moan out of you. “say it. tell me how badly you need me.”

“i- i need you,” you gasp. “cho, please—”

“that’s right,” he pants, his voice dark and mean. “you need me. you need me to fuck you like this because you can't make yourself cum as good as i can. but you’re still my good girl, aren’t you? my perfect little princess who just needed to be reminded who she belongs to.” his fingers work faster, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, and you’re so close you can barely think. “cum for me. cum on this cock like the needy slut you are. show me how much you need it.”

you cum with a broken moan, your walls clenching around him, your body shaking. he fucks you through it, his pace relentless, his hand still working your clit until you’re sobbing into the pillow. only then does he let himself go, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he fills you.

he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. for a long moment, neither of you moves. then he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair.

“now,” he murmurs, his voice already thick with sleep. “are you gonna be good and let me take care of you?”

you press a kiss to his chest, your body still humming. “okay.”

he kisses the top of your head. “atta girl.”

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MeanBf!Toji laying you flat on your stomach with you legs pressed together. He tells you to hold your ass cheeks open for him so he can drill his dick even deeper. It’s hard because his strokes are deep and relentless and you’ve already came twice! Your third orgasm is coming quick because he’s making sure hit that spot he knows all too well.

MeanBf!Toji yanking at your hair every time your hands slip. You whine and babble about how you’re sorry and you’re close and how you’re so so sorry for being bitch to him earlier, but he only fucks you harder. Now you’re cuming hard and you’re out of your fucking mind if you think he’s stopping.

MeanBf!Toji who watches you completely fall apart on his dick. He likes you like this though. Overstimulation, puffy lips and tears look way better on you then a shitty attitude.

MeanBf!Toji who when you cry out that it’s too much, tells you to shut the fuck up and take because brats don’t get to tap out.

[neuriscent-deactivated20260710]

accidentally baby trapping satoru while riding him

the room is thick with the smell of sex and sweat. gojo is sprawled beneath you on the ruined sheets, his usual infinity long gone, silver hair sticking to his damp forehead. his chest rises and falls rapidly, pale skin flushed pink all the way down to the sharp v of his hips. you’ve already made him cum once, but you never stopped riding him. now he’s overstimulated, cock still rock-hard and throbbing inside your soaked pussy, every drag of your walls making him twitch and curse.

“fuck—baby, slow down,” he groans, voice hoarse and broken. his fingers dig bruises into your hips as you grind down on him again, taking every inch until his tip kisses your cervix. “i’m too sensitive—shit— you’re gonna kill me.”

you’re not listening. not really. your own orgasm is already building again, hot and vicious, your clit grinding against his pelvis with every roll of your hips. you’re dripping down his cock, creamy white streaks of both your releases coating his shaft and dripping onto his balls. the wet, filthy sounds echo with every bounce.

“you feel so fucking good, satoru…” you whimper, bracing your hands on his abs and lifting yourself until only his flushed tip is inside you, then slamming back down hard. his cock stretches you so perfectly, thick and veiny, pulsing against your walls like it was made for you.

gojo’s head tips back, white lashes fluttering, mouth open in a silent moan. “princess—ahh—fuck, i’m serious. i’m gonna cum again if you keep—ngh—keep squeezing me like that.” his abs tense under your palms, hips jerking up involuntarily to meet your rhythm.

you lean forward, pressing your tits against his chest, and start riding him faster. the new angle makes his cock drag right over that spongy spot inside you with every thrust. your pussy flutters and clenches greedily around him, milking his overstimulated length without mercy.

“shit—wait, baby—slow— i’m close again,” he gasps, voice cracking. his hands slide up your back, then back down to grip your ass, trying to control your pace. “you gotta pull off— i can’t— fuck, i’m gonna cum inside if you don’t—pull out—!”

the words barely register. everything feels too good. his cock is swelling even thicker inside you, twitching wildly, the heat of him overwhelming. your thighs burn, your clit throbs, and another orgasm is rushing up on you like a freight train. instead of lifting off, you grind down harder, rolling your hips in tight circles so his cock stirs deep in your pussy.

you cum with a broken cry, walls clamping down around him like a vice. your cunt spasms violently, rhythmic pulses squeezing and fluttering around his cock as pleasure whites out your vision. gojo chokes on a moan, hips stuttering up into you.

“fuck— no, wait— i’m cumming— i’m—!”

he tries to pull you off at the last second, but your thighs lock tight around his waist, keeping him buried to the hilt. thick, hot ropes of cum flood deep inside you as he cums harder than the first time. pulse after heavy pulse, his cock jerking and spurting against your cervix while your pussy keeps milking him through your own orgasm. you don’t stop moving—riding him through it in sloppy, desperate strokes, prolonging both your highs until his cum is leaking out around his cock with every bounce.

gojo’s eyes roll back, a wrecked, broken sound leaving his throat as you keep fucking yourself on his oversensitive dick. “too much—fuck— you’re still going—hah— you little menace…”

only when your orgasm finally ebbs do you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting, trembling, and covered in sweat. his cock is still buried deep in your cum-stuffed pussy, twitching weakly with aftershocks. you can feel how full you are—his warm seed sloshing inside you with every tiny shift of your hips.

gojo lets out a breathless, slightly delirious laugh, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you flush against him. one hand slides down to press firmly on your lower belly, right where his cum is settled deep.

“you… you didn’t pull off,” he murmurs against your hair, voice rough and sex-drunk. there’s a dark, possessive edge beneath the amusement. “i told you to pull out and you just rode me harder. greedy girl.”

you hide your flushed face in his neck, smiling against his skin as you give one slow, lazy roll of your hips. his cock twitches inside you again, pushing more of his cum deeper.

“oops,” you whisper, clenching around him on purpose.

gojo groans, hips bucking up weakly. “yeah… real convincing ‘oops.’” he kisses the top of your head, then tilts your chin up so he can claim your mouth in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss. when he pulls back, his blue eyes are half-lidded and hungry. “guess you baby-trapped me, huh? fuck… why is that so hot?”

his hand rubs slow circles over your belly. you can feel his cock starting to harden again inside your messy, cum-filled cunt.

“you’re not going anywhere,” he says, voice dropping lower as he starts rocking up into you again, slow and deep. “not until i fill you up at least one more time. since we’re already making a mess… might as well commit.”

you moan softly, already moving with him.

looks like you’re keeping every single drop tonight.

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[sugurusbeloved]

+18 MDNI

when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark like he’s about to fall apart.

but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time—at the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.

and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.

the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like he’s drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your warm, musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound human.

“fuck, baby—” it rips out of him, pitched way too high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t—can’t stop.”

his cock is obscene. flushed dark, fat veins raised under the skin, the head so slick it shines even in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy, frothing and too loud. schlick, schlick, schlick.

he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnghm!—if i just had the chance.”

his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.

disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.

but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad—fuck, want to fuck you on my knees, i’d worship you, i’d never stop—”

he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is actually humiliating— a high, euphoric whine. his thighs shake.

then, he breaks.

cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching uncontrollably, as if even his own body doesn’t know when enough is fucking enough.

“ah—mnhg—fuck, t-too much, i can’t...” his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist won’t let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.

when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.

and you’re still asleep. lashes fluttering, lips parted, beautiful and soft while he stands there wrecked.

oh god, he is so fucked.

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