my name is Maby, I'm 18 years old, and I go by she/her pronouns! I'm an intj, my enneagram is 5w4, and I'm passionate about classical literature, history, music, and art in general. (🇧🇷/🇮🇹).
I'm here to post poor-written fanfiction about my favorite characters and share some of my ordinary artwork and silly headcanons. feel free to hit my asks anytime, dear follower, I swear that I love chatting about any trivialities and sharing a few of my dubious thoughts!
and now, here is the list of “fandoms” I'm into:
bungo stray dogs (currently obsessed) | jojo's bizarre adventure | chainsaw man | my hero academia | kimetsu no yaiba | jujutsu kaisen | attack on titan | helluva boss/hazbin hotel.
characters: jouno, fem!reader
contains: pwp, shameless smut, collaring, oral (m!recieving), degradation and praise, use of good girl, he gets jealous and fucks you over his desk. i also don't feel like tagging but this one is relatively tame too. minors dni or i'll eat your bones
wc: 2672
a/n: i love writing jouno smut. man is so talkative
“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”
You shake your head at Jouno’s question— you knew you could never hide anything from him. You could never lie to him. Still, to be caught like this…
“I couldn’t help it,” you reply meekly, tugging weakly at the leather collar around your neck. The fabric is comfortable— Jouno picked out something nice and soft for you when he bought it. He switches like that, between someone who considers your every need and someone who pushes you just for the pleasure of it. Right now, he felt like the latter.
“…Couldn’t help it?” Jouno’s voice is low and smooth, and you swallow, knowing that no matter what you said, you would not be getting out of this situation easily. Your breath catches as he suddenly yanks on the chain connected to your collar, and you’re forced to look up at him from where you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him.
“Couldn’t help what? Couldn't help thinking about getting your cunt fucked by another man? Couldn’t help thinking about replacing me?” He chuckles bitterly, and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do to make yourself look any better in this situation.
“I heard your heartbeat when you were looking at him. And the smell of your— ugh. Sickening. To think you’d get off thinking about Tecchou of all people.” He’s circling you now, heels clicking against the floor of his office, and you don’t dare to turn your head and follow his movements. You stare straight ahead, feeling the sweat bead on the back of your neck as you flush from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” you say, and, though he can tell you’re genuine, his lip curls in distaste as he stops in front of you. His fingers twitch around the chain leash.
“I’ll make you sorry. Get up,” he orders, and you follow without hesitation, standing and shifting your weight nervously from side to side. He points to a spot by his desk, and you get the idea, quietly shuffling towards it and standing with your back facing him.
“Bend over.”
Your face burns, but you comply, resting your elbows on the smooth surface of the desk and bending at the waist. You feel him step behind you, his gloved hand running along your arched back, and you can’t help but shudder at the touch. His hand lingers there for a moment before moving downwards, reaching around toward the front of your pants and unbuttoning them. Your breath hitches, but you let him do as he pleases, though your blush does darken as he pushes the fabric down your thighs, leaving you bare and exposed to him. You know he can sense how aroused his jealousy has gotten you, and shame bubbles up in your belly— you can hear the resentment in his voice as he sheds a glove and brushes his fingers between your legs, seeing for himself how wet you’ve become.
“My, so excited. So you enjoy this? You enjoy betraying me? Flitting around like a common whore?” You say nothing as you hear him messing with his belt and pants, and your heart rate spikes as you hear the leather drop to the ground. You know what’s coming, and your legs unintentionally spread a little— Jouno exhales in derision at this, mumbling an insult you can’t quite hear.
A tremor runs through your body as you feel him press closer to you, his cock sliding in between your folds as he prepares to enter you, and your eyes flutter half shut at the sensation.
“You don’t deserve an ounce of the pleasure I’m about to give you, you whore,” he snarls, and with that, he pushes into you, yanking your head back by the collar with one hand and grabbing you roughly by the hip with the other. You gasp out a choked moan, back arching further as he bottoms out inside you, and you barely have time to process before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward again in a rough thrust. It hits inside you just right, and you can’t hold back the groan that tumbles from your lips, feeling your entire body lurch forward from how forceful he’s being.
The first couple of thrusts are slow and deep, but Jouno was never one for mercy. Within seconds he’s set a pace that has you seeing stars, and your hands clutch at the surface of the desk, trying to find any sort of support as he ruthlessly pounds into you. The air is filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin along with your heavy breaths and stuttered moans. He’s leaning over you now, pulling your head back by the leash so he can mutter things into your ear as his hips move against yours.
“Could Tecchou ever make you feel this good? Hm?” he says lowly, voice antagonistic, and you only moan out in response, already too fucked out to think. He lets out another displeased exhale before he pulls the chain back and sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to let out a startled yelp.
“Answer me.”
Luckily for you, you’re able to form together a garbled no, and he hums in approval, rewarding you with a kiss over the new mark on your neck and another rough snap of his hips.
“Good girl. See, you can behave. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He doesn’t expect an answer this time, which is good for you because you don’t know whether you could give one right now. You’re too busy gripping onto the desk for dear life, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock pressing up just right against the spot inside you. He’s good— criminally good— even more so when he reaches around you and swipes a finger against your clit, not quite rubbing yet but applying enough pressure that it has you reeling.
“Are you going to be good from now on?” he says, leaning further over you to murmur directly into your ear, and you nod your head, always eager to please. His hands are so warm, and the thought of him adding extra stimulation has you practically whining. It’s hard to think when he’s so close to touching you like that, still going at a steady pace with his hips.
“Mhm, I promise, Sai,” you breathe out, panting at this point, and he coos another good girl, causing your blush to darken as the praise goes right to your core. He rewards you by finally touching you, wetting his fingers on your slick before lightly pinching your clit. You let out a gasp, back arching at the sudden rush of sensation. Jouno chuckles from behind you, and you have half a mind to whip your head around and ask him what he thinks is so funny until he starts rubbing, and that clears any ounce of brattiness from your system. It feels so good you swear you’re about to cum on the spot— and he can tell.
“So desperate for my touch? You’re soaking. You really are a whore.” His voice is full of amusement as he continues his efforts to pleasure both you and him, and he reaches out with the hand still holding the leash to fist at your hair and pull it back. Your legs begin to shake, but he shows no signs of slowing down.
“About to cum so soon? We can’t have that. Hold it in. You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to,” he orders, and your eyes shoot open, tears shooting to them as you struggle to hold back your orgasm.
“But- Sai, I can’t, I can’t,” you babble, and you swear this man doubles his efforts instead of offering you mercy. Your moans become louder,
harder to suppress, and he tightens his grip in your hair. The sounds of skin against skin get more aggressive.
“Jouno- Sai, please,” you continue, practically begging at this point, and you can feel his hands twitch from where they’re holding and pleasuring you. A soft spot of his, perhaps, a weakness for begging? It’s shameful, but you’re too desperate, too close to release to care as you target and exploit that soft spot for all it’s worth.
“Sai, please, I need to cum, please, I can’t- I can’t hold it,” you’re whimpering by now, tears threatening to spill over your lash line, but he just hums in response, still ramming into you and circling your clit skillfully, and soon, the knot in your belly unravels. You’ve lost.
Your back arches to an almost painful level as you climax, and the moment Jouno realizes what’s happening he lets out a breathy laugh and begins to suck at your neck to overwhelm you even further. The tears really do fall now, and you sob out his name as he pleasures you through your high, never stopping even as your hips twitch and jerk. Your grip on the desk tightens to the point where you feel you’re about to splinter the wood. Eventually, you reach that point where everything becomes sensitive, and a shudder runs through your body. You know he feels it— still, he doesn’t stop, choosing to bite down on the crook of your neck instead, and your eyes squeeze shut as a strangled moan leaves your lips.
“Too much,” you whimper, feeling the hot tears running down your cheeks and dripping off of your chin, yet the man just hums again, choosing to ignore you, getting off to the sounds of your overstimulation— you can’t keep your mouth shut, moans and cries and sobs spilling into the air. You don’t know how long he keeps you on that threshold— it could have been seconds, could have been minutes, but as he whispers that you can take it you hate that you want to prove him right. You let him mark you up, you let him hold your head back by the hair, you let him fuck you so hard you cry— you let him do everything he wants to do to you until you hear a satisfied moan slip from his own lips, and he finally slows down. He hasn’t finished yet, but as he twitches inside you, both of you panting and gasping for breath, you know he’s getting there. He pushes all the way in and bends over you, turning your head so you can look directly at him.
“Mm. Such a shame. Directly disobeying my orders not to cum. What happened to being good?” he clicks his tongue, and your face burns with shame. You move to apologize, but the sound dies on your tongue as he shushes you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of contact, but he shushes you again, spinning you around to face him. You grab onto him for support, so fucked out you’re off balance.
“I’m not done with you yet. On your knees.”
He regards you with a light smile as you blink up at him, still sniffing and crying from the previous overstimulation, but you drop down to the floor at his command, knowing better than to go against him. You clutch at the fabric of his pants for a moment as you kneel in front of him, trying to regain any semblance of composure, and you’re surprised that he loosens the hold on the chain leash and runs his hands through your hair, letting you get those few precious seconds of rest. Perhaps he knows you need it before he inevitably ruins you a second time. Regardless, you lean into his touch, relishing in the feeling of his nails lightly scratching against your scalp.
As expected, he only gives you a few seconds, but it’s seconds that are appreciated. It mellows you out, and you open your mouth without complaint once Jouno shuffles forward and tilts your head up with a hand, grabbing himself with the other and tapping his cockhead against your lips. He’s surprisingly gentle as he inserts himself into your mouth, still cradling your head, though you know that won’t last. You place your hands on his body and wait for him to take control as he usually does.
His first couple of thrusts are shallow, slow. He moves deeper, and as his tip hits the back of your throat you gag and whine— he hushes you, rubbing circles on your jaw with his thumb. Your eyes water again.
Jouno pays no mind, letting out sighs of pleasure as he begins to thrust faster, harder, moving the hand not holding the leash to run through your hair again. You look up at him with watery eyes as you allow him to use you, and soon he’s fucking your mouth just as hard as he was fucking you earlier. Though it’s difficult to keep yourself together, though you’re crying unintentionally and drooling and overall ruined, he pacifies you by murmuring words of praise down to you. It’s satisfying to see him morph from smug to this— you watch as his eyebrows slowly knit together, mouth dropping open to let out light grunts, and the more he finds pleasure in your body, the redder his cheeks get.
“Ah, you feel- you’re being so good for me, fuck,” he pants, and you peer up at him contentedly as he slowly begins to fall apart. A weak noise slips from your open mouth as he tightens the leash, now using it to pull you up and down on his cock, and his head falls back at the added sensation. He’s holding back his sounds still, though, and you can’t have that. You quickly swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulls back again, and that seems to loosen his lips. He lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard, breathy and coated in pleasure, and he speeds up.
“Keep doing that,” he commands, though it lacks any sort of bite— it’s more of a whine than anything else. His thrusts are getting sloppy, erratic, and you can tell he’s getting close. You obey eagerly, willing to do anything that lets you hear his wonderful noises again, and as you let your tongue go to work he moans again, yanking you by the collar harder. His thrusts are getting shallower, faster, and you know there’s only a matter of seconds before it’s over. His voice pitches up— his hand tightens in your hair— and with a final thrust deep into your mouth he cums, spilling down your throat with a low groan. He seems done, but you? You continue to gently bob your head and swirl your tongue as you swallow, wanting to coax as much from him as possible, and your efforts are rewarded with a whimper. It’s the sweetest reward you could ever be given.
Hastily, he pulls out of your mouth, regaining his composure. He holds your head away from him for a moment before he retracts his hand, making sure to stroke your jaw with his thumb a few times before doing so. You look up at him happily from where you’re kneeling below him, hands still on his body, and he lets out a shaky exhale before resting his hands on yours and gently nudging them off of him.
“I trust you’ve learned your lesson?” he says, always one to try and remain in control at all times, and you nod, leaning your head against his leg. You hum in affirmation, and he sighs, reaching down to stroke your hair again. It puts a smile on your face, and it widens as his smooth voice praises you again.
“Good girl. Don’t do it again or I’ll have to punish you a second time.”
The idea of it sends your heart racing despite yourself. A second punishment didn’t sound too bad at all.
“…Don’t get too excited. I won’t be as nice next time.”
a/n: i am aware that i have a bunch of requests to get to but i just HAD to write this first,,,😭 i’ve been having so much brainrot for jouno omg
Dating Jouno Sfw + Nsfw Hc’s
warnings: nsfw under the cut
Sfw
writing all of this from experience btw 😏 (i wish)
dating jouno can be,,,difficult at times but worth it
you better be equally as sarcastic & quick witted as him
he’ll bully you at times (affectionately of course)
likes to get close to you or lean over you bc then he can hear how your heart rate picks up
ALWAYS teasing & flirting with you
loves the way you get all flustered and nervous when he does so <3
this man gets irritated by people just BREATHING (same tho) so you better make sure you’re relatively quiet around him 💀
might accidentally hurt your feelings sometimes with how harsh/blunt he can be
if you express this to him tho he will always apologize bc he would never want to genuinely upset you !!
the two of you go for walks a lot especially at night
holds your hand everywhere !! in fact he always looks for excuses to touch you and be as close as possible bc he loves the sensation of your skin <3
jouno loves when you’re tired at the end of the day and fall asleep with ur head on his shoulder; he finds it really peaceful listening to your shallow and even breaths
he’s not one to get jealous but,,,he does get the slightest bit uneasy when you talk to tecchou too much 😶
probably lies & tells you tecchou is a creep or something so you’ll be scared to talk to him again 💀 PLS
jealous jouno is good for more than one reason tho…and this is where i introduce the nsfw section 😌
Nsfw
OH MY HERE WE GO 🙏🏻
so if you know anything about jouno, you’ll know how absolutely sadistic he is
the man loves torturing people,,,you included (just in a different way 😶)
tends to be a bit violent in bed because he loves hearing all the sounds you make
will tie your hands together or to the bed frame so you can’t stop anything he does <3
(y’all have a safeword tho dw)
jouno lives to tease & edge you,,,he thinks it’s so cute how frustrated you get
definitely gets off on when you cry and beg for him to do more
a bit of a soft dom in the sense that while he’s in control, he’ll always end up doing what you want bc he could never say no to you <3
90% of the time has a very fast & aggressive pace…you’ll be getting absolutely RAILED 😩
jouno loves positions like missionary & mating press bc it allows him to be as close to you as possible
your little cries and moans in his ear are what turn him on the most
along with the feeling of you shaking and the sound of your heightened heartbeat
the good thing about him being so close is getting to hear HIM in your ear too,,,😶🦋🦋
his moans are really low & soft (he tries to stay quieter so he can hear you) also a lot of heavy breathing 🙏🏻
chokes & slaps you pretty frequently (never too hard tho) & by the end of it all you’ll probably have a decent amount of bruising
makes fun of you the whole time, especially if you cry. calls you all kinds of degrading names & laughs if you try to retaliate in any way
basically,,,jouno i’m free at 8 tonight you should come rail me too pls 🙏🏻
a/n: really went off on the nsfw section but- it’s 2am and i’ve been having nonstop brainrot so that’s my excuse
FYODOR???? mmmm but you’ve also got ranpo. so yeah i’d def let you hold it but i’d also be shaking the entire time LMAOO
damn, I must confess that I hate being perceived as someone that inspires hesitation in others but, well, lemme tell you that you don't need to worry! I promise I will take good care of your drink lmao
goddamn, I fell so deeply in love with this take from the new opening that I felt the immediate urge to redraw it! 😮💨
and well, I must confess that finishing it was kind of difficult due to my recent lack of motivation, BUT, since we achieved the mark of 200 followers some days ago, I thought that Fedya would be a great way to celebrate!
God, I'm so grateful for each of you (leaving aside all those stupid porn bots💀), and I swear that I can't find the right words to describe how glad I am for all the help and support I've received from y'all, my dearest followers! I love y'all! 🥺💟
Yes me too but I want to hear your interpretation. I want to hear your play on it. I want to see how you connect the dots, how you shift the puzzle pieces and make them fit. Show me it through your eyes.
"Fyodor! Um, I was wondering...could you come over tonight and help me write this research paper?"
"Ah...unfortunately I have other things to attend to." the Russian man responded calmly.
"Fedya, you should come to the party this weekend!" a girl squealed, patting a hand on his shoulder and leaning against him, which slightly annoyed him.
"If I have the time, perhaps I will." he said with a tired smile, slowly separating himself from the girl. "See you soon."
Fyodor slowly strode across the university campus, away from the crowd that was eager to talk to him. The slim figure with tousled dark hair disappeared into an elegant, tall building.
The moment he was out of sight, the group of girls fawning over him earlier started giggling to each other.
"What do you think?"
"His accent is so cute. Where is he from?"
"Fyodor is Russian, here for a study-abroad program."
"He's kind of awkward and a little scary, but he's still hot."
"I heard he's very smart too. Scored in the top 10% for our last test and was offered a spot in the honors program."
You felt a stream of jealousy and resentment shoot through your veins as the girls were flirting with him, pawing at him like tigers trying to catch prey. Stupid, stupid girls.
You wanted to grab their hair and pull them away from him. Fortunately, you had enough self-control to tilt your chin up and walk away.
To be honest, could you really blame the girls? Your friend really was attractive. He had a husky, honeyed voice that made the heat pool in your groin when he murmured or whispered.
And he carried himself gracefully too, strutting through the hallways. He would never scream and shout when someone tried to piss him off, he just smiled coolly while his opponent made a fool of themselves cursing him out.
Even though he sometimes had dark circles under his eyes from studying all night long, he still looked quite sharp and attractive. And when he made eye contact with you and smiled, you could feel your heartbeat accelerate.
God, it embarrassed you how much you yearned for him. You dreamed of his slender hands caressing your body, his lips under your ear as he whispered sinful things.
Him holding you tightly, kissing you, while your naked bodies are pressed to each other.
If only you could let go of your pride and confess your attraction to Fyodor, you wouldn't have to go through so much suffering.
To your delight, you soon received an opportunity to be very close to him that evening.
While casually searching for books in the university library, you saw the tall man stride in calmly, entering the aisle you were in and scanning the contents of the shelves.
You clutched your heart for a moment and wet your lips quickly, trying to act normal. Immediately, you brushed your hair to the side and started picking at the books, pretending to be calm and collected.
"Good evening." he murmured in a voice as sweet and husky as honey, smiling calmly. You shuddered a bit, not expecting the greeting.
"Fedya...hi." you replied.
"This library has quite a nice collection of classics..." Fyodor continues, looking at the shelves.
You gulped and searched in your mind for a witty answer, looking for a way to charm him.
"Hm, you look tense." he commented, turning and taking a few steps closer to you.
"I'm fine. Just looking for a book to use for my project."
Fyodor leaned in even closer, towering above you. A ghost of a smile spread across his lips, his beautiful grape-colored eyes boring into yours.
"Were you getting jealous when those girls were talking to me back then?"
Immediately, you shuddered a bit at his words and broke eye contact. How did he know?
"What girls are you talking about?" you replied nonchalantly, masking your feelings.
Fedya snickered in amusement, seeing your eyelids flutter and face warming with blush.
"Don't play dumb. I noticed the look on your face back there." he turned away calmly, placing a book back into one of the shelves. "My, are you in love with me?"
The cocky bastard, you thought to yourself. He needed to be humbled. Always thinking of himself as some high and divine blessing to humanity.
"Fyodor, I think you're looking too deeply into this. Maybe you're the one who's in love with me, not the other way around."
Fyodor's lips curled in slight annoyance, then back into a sly smile.
"Are you sure? Then you wouldn't mind if I went to the party and kissed one of the girls, would you?"
Your expression hardened a bit and you walked a few steps away from him.
"I'll tell those girls that you haven't showered in weeks. Then they'll run away from you, you rat." you replied coldly.
Fyodor leaned in closer with a smirk, getting in your personal space. His eyes twinkled with malice as he looked down at you. "So you do love me."
He leaned in even closer so that his chest was inches away from yours, closing his eyes and taking in a sensation. "Smells like perfume. Did you wear it to seduce me?"
You breathed heavily as you inhaled his scent as well. He smelled like fresh tea leaves and musk. It was so relaxing and intoxicating that you forgot you were irritated.
"Maybe I did." you purred softly, not caring to push him off of you.
Grinning, he reached out to touch the collar of your blouse, tracing his fingers across the fabric. Slowly, he started unbuttoning it, then stopped halfway when he sees the pristine white lace of your bra.
"Pretty. Is this to impress me as well? Well, I won't let your efforts go to waste."
Fyodor traced a hand down your stomach, slipping it into the waistband of your skirt and into your underwear. His finger brushed across your wet clit and you gasped.
"Ah!"
He used another hand to cover your mouth.
"Don't forget this is a library."
After massaging your clit with a tantalizing, slow pace, he traced down your wet lips and slid a finger into you, making you squirm around.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Still think I'm just a pathetic rat?" he whispered sensually. You shook your head, grinding on his hand to feel more pressure.
He started moving his fingers inside you, making sure to hit your G-spot. You moaned as softly as you can, throbbing around him. When he felt you clench down, he pulled his fingers out, making you pout.
"Why stop?" you cried softly. You wanted to enjoy your orgasm so badly.
Fyodor planted a soft kiss on your neck, pressing his chest to your back. "You want to cum, sweet girl? Then tell me that you love me."
"I...love you." you moaned pathetically, causing his eyes to darken with pleasure.
"Good girl..."
- - -
Your legs were tightly wrapped around Fyodor's lanky body, his lips on your neck sucking the life out of you. You held onto his back tightly, trying not to scream in pleasure as he pounded you against the bookshelf.
"More...faster..." you gasped, whipping your head back and forth as he fucked you.
Fyodor breathed heavily, entering you with longer, deeper strokes. He loved how warm and wet your pussy was for him, squeezing him in.
He grabbed your breast tightly and fucked into you more roughly. Trying not to whimper, you bit down on his shoulder, losing yourself in ecstasy.
Pleased with your sensitivity, Fyodor brought his lips down to kiss yours, sticking his tongue into your mouth. You moaned gladly, smiling against his mouth.
He quit his rough pace, fucking you in a more gentle and loving manner. As his cock grazed against the sweet spot of your pussy, you sighed in pleasure. He broke the kiss for a moment to say something.
"You look so beautiful like this...and you smell nice too." he murmured sensually. You purred happily at his praise.
He gazed at you with purple, desire-filled eyes and tilted his head.
"Do you want me to fill you up with my seed, myshka?" he whispered, nuzzling your hair. "I've always wanted a beautiful, large family with lots of children. Will you make my wishes come true?"
Your eyes widened at the sinful prospect of pleasure. Fyodor, fucking you in the library and cumming inside you. Making you the mother of his kids. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
"God...yes..." you mewled, desperate for him. His cock throbbed at your sweet sounds and after a few more thrusts, he filled you up with warm ropes of his cum.
You breathed heavily, licking your lips and recovering from all the fucking. Fyodor smiled, holding you tightly in your arms and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He didn't pull out of you, enjoying the wet feeling of your walls around him.
He started whispering sweet affirmations to calm you down.
"My love, you pleased me so well. Don't worry...I'll be only yours.”
“And you, only mine. Just keep telling me how much you love me, darling." he breathed in a husky, lovely voice, caressing every inch of your body and hair.
