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This is Anfield. My family.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 : 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗋𝗈/𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 : 2026.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : overstimulation , crying , zoro not giving a fuck , passing out , smut , NSFW .
𝓘s this punishment or what? You wonder. Zoro is your husband, married above the seas. Even the gods approved, the crewmates are happy.
But tonight, something is off. Zoro is not like this when it comes to sex. He's often soft—as you describe him. I mean, not entirely, just mid, you know. But this, this is different.
Just thinking about Simon coming home late often from work, and the only time you two get to talk on those days is when he’s got his cock buried in you.
You’re barely coherent, blinking blearily at him as he wakes you up, smiling softly when he brushes kisses down your neck.
He likes you like this, a little lethargic, a little malleable. So much so, that when he pulls your panties to the side, you don’t even jump. Too half asleep to really care about anything more than the pleasure he’s lit in your core when he slips two fingers in.
You only really come to when he pulls you on his lap and nudges your walls with his fat tip. You place your hands on his chest with a gasp, thighs tensing at his hips.
“Hi, baby.” He smirks, hands at the curve of your hips to help guide you down his length.
“Hi.” You whisper back, lashes fluttering.
“How was your day?” He asks, casually rocking his hips up.
“Good. Took Riley to the park.” You pause to exhale when he lifts your hips up, clenching around nothing. “Left you dinner in the fridge.”
“Mmh.”
“Made your favorite.” It’s broken by a string of moans.
“Yeah?” He breathes, catching your walls on his tip again and slamming you back down quickly. “This is my favorite.”
You chuckle. “How was yours?”
“Bloody terrible. Missed you.”
You smile, grinding your hips on your own. “Missed you too.”
𝒢𑄺 — satoru gojo placing stickers on your stomach for every inch of his dick you take.
── inspired by this lovely artist on x ᨧֵᰍ.
satoru’s always been a guy with a mischievous streak, never knowing when to quit playing. always finding different ways to keep things interesting, whether that was for the love of the game, or for himself — but there was one thing about those questionable tactics of his. satoru almost never failed to make you the victim of his dumb, silly games.
and maybe, that’s why you’re in this position now. your knees buried into the foamy mattress, caging satoru in with your thighs as your soft palms pressed against his hard abs.
“c’mon ‘toru what are we waiting for my legs are shaking.” you practically whine, feeling the ache in your hips grow with each second as you keep them raised. your eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as you watch satoru rummage through the pillow underneath his head.
“juuust onee sec—” the corners of his lips curl into that knowing grin of his, before he’s pulling out a full pack of unopened stickers wrapped in plastic. your eyes follow the patterns and colors of each sticker through the translucent film reading nothing but words consisting of good job!’s, great, that’s it — and seeing a few silver and gold star designed by size as you deadpan satoru in response.
“whaaatttt?!” satoru feigns a little pout with his glossy lips, as if your gaze were slowly killing him, but he knew the real reason why.
you shift your weight forwards, more downward towards your knees leaning closer to satoru. “toruuu!” you drag out with a sigh, sliding your hands from his abs to his shoulders as you stretch against his body like a downwards cat. “wanna tell me why in the world, do you have stickers hidden behind your pillow?” your gaze is locked onto his, before your eyes flicker to that shit-eating grin of his that indicates he’s up to absolutely no good.
satoru raises the packaged stickers towards mouth, before catching the film between his canines and ripping the plastic as he lets the loose papers fall on his chest. “i wanna grade ya’!” he tilts his head, scanning your body pressed flush against his. “wanna grade every, single, inch, you take.” he grins, flashing a tooth as he snakes a hand down to give your ass a few taps.
you’re pulling your body back up, hips raising above his. your heat slightly grazing against the beading head of satoru’s dick as you’re straddling him. “are you serious?” you’re rhetorically asking, adjusting yourself as satoru replies with an overly excited “super!”
and before you know it, your hips are lowering right down onto satoru’s dick. the tip of his flush cock prodding open your entrance, moaning at the stretch that you can quite, never get used too.
“mmmh, that’s one!” satoru hums, one of his hands peeling off a silver star to press into your skin. starting an inch away from the bottom of your bladder as you’re still sinking down, slowly but surely. “thaaat’s two.” he hums, reaching out his free hand to hold at your waist while he presses another sticker onto you.
you can feel his length begin to involuntarily twitch inside you as your feeding his dick into you. “t-that’s definitely three…” you bite down on your bottom lip, feeling satoru slowly breach your walls as you point to where the next sticker should be placed, earning a low — pathetic groan from satoru as he presses a pink ‘great!’ sticker just above your bladder area.
his pupils are practically blown wide, watching the way your pussy swallows him inch by inch. “that’s four, yeah?” the corners of his lips are curled into a stupid grin. he presses a kitten memed-sticker against you, which you didn’t see within the stack of stickers before.
“you’re doing s’ fuckin’ good, baby.” he praises, as you throb around his words with a soft moan in response.
“how much more do ya’ think is left?” he lets out a breathless laugh, his eyes flickering down to what’s left.
and this is the part where you know you’re fucked — your insides starting to squeeze tighter around his length as you take him. your finger digging into his flesh as your hips tremble at the slightest graze against your sweet spot, making you moan his name like it’s his fault — which it is.
higuruma noticed the way you kept looking at his nose.
it's been that way since you first met at the law firm. any time you talked, you'd zone out staring at his nose. it was just so.. perfect.
it was big.
and crooked.
and god it looked extra good when he wore his glasses.
when the two of you began dating, the staring problem got worse.
"darling, are you listening to me?" your eyes widened when his voice interrupted your highly erotic thoughts.
"uh, yeah. sorry."
it was blatantly obvious.
"why don't you just sit on it, love?" higuruma finally said, taking off his reading glasses. he placed them on the nightstand next to his book. you walked to his side, already in your nightgown, in which he was eyeing. fuck, did he love those things on you.
"on what, hiro?"
his hand pulled you in closer, making you straddle his lap. he sighed softly, taking you all in. you weren't wearing a bra, nipples evident under your attire. and even through his clothing, he could feel the material of your silk panties.
"y'know, my nose? know you'd like that." he murmured quietly.
you froze.
"i have no idea what you're talking about." you stuttered. you didn't need a mirror to know you were flushed. higuruma chuckled, letting his hands go up and down your torso, groping roughly.
"oh c'mon.. think I don't notice the way you stare at it?" he asks you with a low, teasing voice. "ride it baby."
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higuruma took a long sniff of your cunt when you hovered over his face, darting his tongue out to taste you. your words died on your mouth when he placed small pecks on your clit.
"smells good."
he had you fully sat down, thighs on either side of his face. a sharp groan escaped him, vibrating throughout you. his nose poked at your clit every time you rolled your hips.
"fuck." his tongue licked long stripes between your folds.
your breathing grew heavier, quickening your pace. "hiromi.." you held onto the headboard while your free hand gripped his hair, tugging at the black locks.
his fingernails dug into your thighs, helping you grind on him. "feels good?"
"yes!" you clenched around his tongue, already feeling your orgasm building up. he inserted two fingers into your velvety walls, curling them at an angle to scrape at your g-spot.
"told you you'd like this..."
your boyfriend's face was covered in your slick. not like he minded. he continued lapping at your juices, nudging his nose harder.
"hiro!" you let out a broken sob, body quivering when you came.
higuruma slurped happily. the wet sounds almost being torture for you. when he gently pushed you off, he shoved his tongue down your throat forcing you to taste yourself.
"gotta do this more often.. haven't made you cum this hard before."
yeah, definitely doing this again.
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simon riley who cant keep his hands off you after marrying you.
he just cant.
and you know it too.
you know it in the way his eyes glance over to you during meetings and practices, and then quickly look back to whoever is talking. nobody else notices of course, but you do. even though his face remains expressionless, you know his cock is hardening underneath his trousers.
ever since the two of you married, its like hes became a dog in a rut.
no matter where the two of you are, no matter who is around, no matter when, its like just by seeing you hes ready.
whenever he can he fucks you. it's sloppy, rough and short. he takes your arm when you least expect it and shoves you into unused spaces, janitor closets and meeting rooms, just so he can bend you over the nearest surface.
he silences your whines and scoldings with a stern shush, hardly managing to undo his belt in as little time as possible before hes pressing his thighs against yours as close as possible and trying his best to slide his fat cock tip into your unprepped cunt.
the pain has you hoarsely screaming into your hand, turning limp in his bruising tight hold, but god, does the pain really make you feel alive.
"just needed you, lovie," he says breathlessly, throwing his head back as he trembles to fully enter you. youre so warm. youre so tight. youre so good.
when hes finally balls deep he grunts like hes been wounded, runs his palms over your ass and buries the heels of his feet into the ground before hes humping savagely against you.
its dizzying. youre pinned by the hold he has on your hips onto the desk, only able to take what he gives you. his heavy balls, full despite the pumping he gave you earlier this morning before work, slaps against your dry clit, sending sweet signals up your spine that has you arching for more.
"bloody hell—," he grits out. hes red in the face, chest heaving and its almost sweet how hard hes shaking, trying to control himself but he just cant. he cant. how can he when his instincts are telling him to breed you?
simon moves his palm up to the small of your back, flattening your arch against the desk. his other hand slides under your hips, leaving your ass angled upwards in some weak, half-assed attempt of him trying to prone bone you.
"gonna give it to you again," he mumbles. he leans forward onto his toes, his hips tight against your ass. his tip nudges against your cervix, harshly grinding until hes sighing all the air trapped in his lungs out as he cums against your cervix.
you can feel the warmth pool inside of you, the stickyness that seeps out of your cunt but youre too dazed to care. simon is still grinding against you, reveling in his pleasure before he pulls out with a wet "pop" that he groans at.
you jump when his finger unexpectedly presses against your clit.
"cant control myself around you, wifey."
Kento loves posting couple photos and selfies of the two of you together on Instagram because he wants the whole world to see just how beautiful his dear girl was, he posts them all the time and everyone likes and comments about how adorable the two of you look smiling together, even Gojo teases him about it in the comments.
To everyone you two were this shy, innocent well-put-together couple but what they didn't know was that the sweet darling blond had the hem of your pretty sundress all brunched up on his lap with his cock stuffed soo deep to the hilt inside your warm fluttery walls, where you had huffs of blond pubic hair grazing against your clit soo deliciously that had you grinding against him needily for friction.
In fact about 80% of the selfies you two post together he always has his cock nestled inside of you because he thinks it's such a perfect moment to take a photo with his pretty girl because you look soo perfect and sweet while you're keeping your loving husband's cock, snugged and warm.
He'd be planting soft gentle kisses on your neck trailing up to your ear before whispering "You look so cute right now my love, why don't we take a quick photo yeah?" and then you get all shy telling him just one photo as your cheeks start heating up. His cock twitches against your walls relentlessly as he taps "post" for everyone to see. It's like your dirty little secret that no one else knew but the two of you, They assume that the you two were this innocent and novice couple smiling together happily, not having a single clue what was happening just mere inches below the camera.
shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers
Konig finally fucking you for the first time and he didn't realise how tiny you were compared to him until he was slotted between your legs.
His large hands gave your thighs a gentle squeeze as he pushed closer, cock head rubbing against your clit, then he paused. Moving even closer till his hips pressed against your ass and his cock was rested on your stomach. Being able to see how deep he was about be in you made his mind go blank. He was so big. The thick weight of his cock would split you in two.
Konig gasped softly, hips bucking once, twice, before cumming all over your stomach. The thought alone taking over his body until his cum pooled in the dips of your soft skin and dripped down your hips.
You blinked in surprise, raising your head to look down at the mess he had made.
"Wait... seriously?"
weird roommate König
"I will help you with the dinner"
Yeah sure man. Inspired by weird roommate König hc by @ferndelight <:3 !!! I love how, pathetic yet charmming weird König of their sm! Like a dog keep humping n sniffing around awkwardly..
"p-please, slow down, fuck, gimme a break!"
"shhh, no, baby, you can take it, take it for me, please? y'look so pretty like this, with those pretty eyes all teary for me...o-oh, god, i love y'sooomuchhh."
"uuhn, d-don't talk like that, n-not when you're fuckin' me like this—!"
your nails dig into his firm yet surprisingly plush pecs, feeling the moistened skin under your palms as you continue to bounce on his lap.
usually, it's you begging for mercy, scratching at satoru's broad shoulders as he loses himself, talking more to your pussy than he is to you.
but today, today was different.
today, he just looked so good, so sweet, so cute. the sparkle in his eyes when you surprised him with a slice of tiramisu from your walk home from campus, the tiny, chaste kiss he pressed to your nose as thanks...it shouldn't have turned you on, there was nothing sexy or sensual about it, but just having him be so loving to you made you need him bad.
"b-baby, please," he babbled, eyes wet and rolled back. poor thing looks fucked dumb, his hands trembling as they grip your waist for dear life. "i know, i knoowww, toru." the wet plaps of your as against his hips only made everything feel hotter, your slick mixed with his last four loads making it just sound messier and dirtier. "feels so good, you feel so good, 'm so lucky i get to have this dick all t'myself," you purr, starting to look just as fucked out as he is.
it's not like you're giving him much choice, continuing to bounce up and down that stupidly thick cock of his that presses kisses so lovingly to your cervix, like it's saying i love you with each drop back down.
god, if he could hear your thoughts, he'd think you lost it.
"i-i think you already have," he wheezed out between a pathetic moan, trying his hardest to meet you with pitiful thrusts, stuck between the constant pleasure and the overwhelming overstimuation. "s-sweets, you're gonna drive me crazy, y-you know? I-I can't cum anymore, please, you're milkin' me fuckin' dry..."
just before you can tease him anymore, you are stopped by a loud banging on the door. you both completely forgot suguru was also coming back home early from classes.
"as much as i love hearing you sound like the one getting fucked stupid, satoru, can the both of you please shut the hell up, some of us are trying to study."
"sorry, sugu..."
"i'm not sorry, she's the one suffocating me to death with her tight little cunt that doesn't want to let me go!"
"sweetheart, please gag him if you keep going, i can't listen to his whining while writing a paper."
"sir, yes, sir!"
Price, seething with jealousy because he knows you like older guys and probably have a daddy kink, but you are so uninterested in him. He pulls all the tricks, calls you 'kid', touches you for a bit to long, and still nothing.
Bit the second nikolai interacts with you? Complete 180. All he had to do is guide you to sit with a muttered "you are so energetic, kid. Settle down." And you're acting so flustered, eyeing nick shyly. You even accidentally call him 'dad' twice.
Worse though, is how fucking smug nik acts when he and price drink together. He tells price "get your act together john, or I'll take the kid, da?" And price sees red.
And then Nik sends Price a video of him fucking you in doggy, pulling your hair back so you can look up at the camera with tears streaming down your face as you moan calling him daddy. “Say hi to Cap for daddy sweetheart.” Nik says with the slyest, dirtiest smirk.
Price literally nearly breaks his phone from how hard he’s gripping it watching the video absolutely seething and he pouts for the whole night.
Idk how to title this
Handler!Simon with bunny!hybrid reader who no matter how much sex he gave you: whether it was his thick fingers knuckle deep inside your soaked cunt, pounding you into the mattress until you because a mess of incoherent words, or holding you down while he lapped at your pussy until you sobbed from overstimulation.
it was never enough. Not for a bunny like you.
Because without fail, you always ended up back in his lap, paws tugging at his shirt, giving him the same glassy eye stare that said: my problem is now your problem
The saying “fucking like rabbits” proving to be true. And Simon was starting to believe his cock might actually break at the rate you were going.
So, who else was he supposed to call? Other Johnny. A Wolf hybrid himself.
He didn’t even need convincing. Simon could practically hear the grin in his voice as he spoke: “Aye, mate, I’ll be there in ten”
And when Johnny finally showed up, he didn’t waste a single second. The moment his eyes landed on you, he pounced. You were just as eager, meeting his hunger with your own, and Simon sat back on the couch with an ice cold beer in hand, long legs kicked out as he prepared to watch.
If Kyle had been there, Simon was sure they’d both already be betting on who’d tire out first. Not a bad idea, maybe he’d call him next time.
For now, it was just you and Johnny.
And Christ, the wolf had stamina.
You went at it for hours, three, at least before you finally tried to curl up in Simon’s lap, body limp and spent, ears drooping. But Johnny wasn’t finished. With a wicked smirk, he pulled you back for round whatever you lost count, and then another after that.
By the time he was finally done, you were babbling nonsense, words spilling out in some made up language only you seemed to understand. Your body trembling with overstimulation, and Simon finally stepped in, scooping you up gently. He cleaned you up before tucking you into bed with a kiss to the forehead.
“Good lad” he muttered to Johnny on his way out. The wolf just smirked, looking like he could’ve gone for several more hours without breaking a sweat
And Simon got peaceful sleep that night, your body finally slack and nestled against his chest.
At least until next week.
Because when the hunger came back, it always did, Simon didn’t hesitate to call up Johnny.
And Kyle too.
eat me whole
Recording a video of you tracing the veins of my cock with your tongue so I can force you to watch it later while I hold a vibrator to your needy cunt.
slutty simon (he doesn’t pose)
Simon is creeped out by ur plushies
I cackled while making this
Maybe it was just him. Maybe he was weird. But he swore he couldn’t do it.
He just couldn’t fuck you, couldn’t have you writhing beneath him, screaming his name while your collection of plushies sat there on the bed, their little beady eyes watching as he stuffed your pretty pussy full of his cock.
Their innocent little faces stared right into his soul. And to make it worse? You’d named them. Made it personal.
So now, as you stood in the kitchen, making his favorite meal, Simon was busy.
Gathering armfuls of plushies from the bed and tossing them onto the couch, completely focused. It was almost endearing.
“Simon, what are you doing?” you laughed, glancing over your shoulder.
“Yer makin’ my favorite food,” he grunted. “Gotta repay you tonight. And I can’t with those—” he pointed accusingly at the plushies like they’d personally offended him “—watchin’ me.”
“Stuffed animals? The big bad lieutenant can’t handle a few stuffed animals?” You dragged out the words, teasing, your grin widening when his glare deepened.
“They creep me out.”
And so, it became a routine.
Anytime you two planned on fucking: in the bed, on the couch, against the wall, even on the damn kitchen counter. Simon always took a minute to move your little “army” out of sight.
But on the nights when he got impatient, like when you were lounging in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties— he settled for the quickest solution: grabbing a blanket and tossing it over them like he was shielding their innocent little eyes.
And after sex, when you were both exhausted, he’d scoop you up and carry you back to bed, to the very same plushies he had just evicted. His favorite, for now, was Henry the Hippo, who he begrudgingly tolerated as long as he wasn’t watching.
Ik I said something about a fanfic a few days ago and I promise tomorrow I will upload the first chapter 😗