Elle

!24! Brainrot | Skeebeedee | Ai dee cee | I’m gey dih

[seueuq]

Masterlist

Open Req

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Honkai Star Rail

Phainon

Witch hat atelier

Qifrey

Manhwa

Code Name Anastasia

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[nymphaemisery]

Modulo yuji is the type to just bottom out even when you tell him it genuinely hurts and hes too big for you, because he just doesn’t really care and hes gonna fuck you anyways :33

Telling him

“Stop- it hurts—” because even after prep you aren't able to accommodate him fully, but Yuji is so far gone although he's only 1/3rd inside, he cannot take it slow anymore so he just fully goes in with one thrust, hitting your cervix.

He goes absolutely feral and gives you no time to adjust before thrusting like a beast in heat. You're clinging onto him tightly cause the pain is way too much— crying and hiccuping due to it but he just kisses away your tears while there's no signs of him stopping to let to adjust.

All he cares about is how good you feel around him. He might genuinely bruise your cervix at this rate but he could care less. He's too big for his own good and also wants to be completely sheathed inside you, you'd be struggling so much.

[seueuq]

[eririchu]

Polar Bear!Gojo & Parrot!Reader Drabble

For some reason, I'm actually surprised there's not a lot of Polar Bear!Gojo drabbles. Polar bear doesn't fit his character as much as let's say–snow leopard, but you'd think you'd see more. But I actually love hybrid Gojo of all kinds so please don't take this against me!! Also this is NSFW so minors DNI!!

Polar Bear!Gojo who, in his youth, was often mistaken for a Samoyed cub or anything else. The Gojo clan despised being seen as 'some common canine', so they devoted a lot of money and effort in training him into a big, bulking man.

Polar Bear!Gojo enrolling in Jujutsu Tech for the first time, who was shocked to see Parrot!Reader, thinking he was hallucinating. Having lived in a very isolated clan in the Arctic region, seeing a bird without a white feather coat was rare–so you could tell the moment he saw you during the uniform customisation he was drooling to take a bite.

Of course, he tried to take a bite–having been used to being spoon fed by the Gojo clan higher-ups exotic meats and flavours of all kinds, so is surprised when you hold your ground and lash out at him for trying to mess up your pride and joy–your wings.

Polar Bear!Gojo who often butted heads with you when you two were first years, often arguing with you–even if it was a bit odd for a predator hybrid to feel intimidated by a prey animal, often trying to assert dominance over you, the little parrot.

He'd often tease you about how you were so flimsy, having hollow bones and all, which often got under your skin. You'd snarkily retort back with the fact he looked like a big fat dog, and the arguments would just escalate. Black Bear!Geto would be having none of it and just restraining you.

Polar Bear!Gojo who realises how pretty you are when he sees you all whiny for Geto, mostly to beg him to cook (you couldn't cook to save your life), and decides that maybe he should have been courting you all this time instead of fighting you.

He tries to propose to you once, but gets laughed off by you and even his own friends since you're so used to fighting him. It breaks his heart–but he knows he dug himself into this horribly deep hole. From then on, he tries to act nicer to you–and, soon enough? You two finally manage to become friends; albeit, in his eyes, soon-to-be lovers.

Polar Bear!Gojo, who after you two turn legal age, decides to schedule one of his visits during mating season–and struggles to hold back when he sees you rutting against a pillow, desperately rubbing at your cunt.

He almost tears up when he hears you beg for his help; who wouldn't when they hear the love of their life finally admit that they need help from them? Especially since he was sure now that your little pussy would struggle around his cock, drooling slick as he thrusted in...

Polar Bear!Gojo deciding to edge you since it feels unfair to go in head-first–he better enjoy this if it's the only chance he gets–and happily keeps going until you're absolutely broken, only penetrating you after you're all boneless and pathetic.

It was cute, really. He'd spread your cunt open and spit in it, cooing to you about how "she's speaking to me", and giving your clit a few flicks after you beg to him to shut up. Polar Bear!Gojo would find it cute how your clit would throb every flick.

Polar Bear!Gojo who, after finally penetrating you, would headlock you so that you couldn't escape, thrusting into you with reckless abandon, your cunt stretching each time you took him to the base, eyes watering due to the big stretch.

You'd always be the one to cum early, whimpering into his forearms about how it was "too much", your eyes starting to roll back as he went harder and faster–maybe his training helped with more than defeating curses.

Polar Bear!Gojo who decides to marry you the moment he cums inside, giddy at the fact that your tummy bulged from how big he was inside you–and the sheer amount of his load already in you. He'd kiss you to sleep and hope that maybe, just maybe, you'd finally accept his offer now.

[kayuekou]

me when i write a really long comment on a life altering fanfic and the author responds and writes something equally as long and i lowkey just reach enlightenment

[lilithkleia]

aita for fucking a dilf when my boyfriend couldn’t get the job done—s.gojo

“fuuuuck your boyfriend can’t treat you right, can he?”

“hnnnng—s—satoru slow downnnn—.” you mewled into his expensive sheets, tears staining the covers while he relentlessly pounded into you, his massive cock bullying your poor pussy while you held onto his back, scratching down his torso while his pace quirked against yours.

in hindsight, you shouldn’t have been here. your good for nothing boyfriend was waiting for you at home, in your cute little apartment, probably blowing up your phone while you had your shit rocked by a man presumably two decades older than you were.

you loved him, sure, but guys your age just weren’t enough anymore. you needed someone who knew how to treat you right.

you could feel him stretching you open, the sickening squelch of your pussy trying to take all of him filling his expensive penthouse, your tear stained eyes trying to look over the city through the massive glass windows he had in his bedroom.

“such a sweet girl, you always this obedient around older men?” he whispered into your ears, moving your ankles past your ears while digging his nails into the plush fat of your thighs while he snapped his hips against yours.

“n—no..” you moaned, trying to hide your face in the pillows, while he thrust into you like you’d run away if he didn’t, every inch of your skin dressed in the prettiest bite marks, your soft whimpers and screams filling the room alongside the sinful smell of sex.

“a boy like that wouldn’t know what to do with a good girl like you even if he tried.” all you could was whimper in response, the nickname he purred into your ears going straight to your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs while you clenched around his cock.

his voice sounded almost mocking, his blue eyes staring you down while he shifted his hands to your hips, his grip almost bruising while his pace didn’t slow.

“i—isn’t your son hck—in the next room—.”

“shh, if you stay quiet, we’ll be fine, baby.” he cooed while you were practically choking a sob because of him and his stupidly fat cock.

“he’s not gonna….hnnng like this, old man.”

he cocked his eyebrows at you, his pace moving to a slow languid thrust just so you could feel every inch of his cock, every vein and ridge while your walls clenched around him, his tip kissing the head of your cervix before he pulled out, only to snap his hips back again.

“old man? this old man is gonna breed you until you can’t walk, pretty.”

“hck—w-wait—.” you could see his eyes glint under the dull moonlight cast from his windows, his massive arms caging you, his pretty, flushed, leaking cock stretching you wiiiide open—

“gojo—please.”

“that’s sir to you.”

“s—sorry.”

“sorry, what, baby?”

“sir.”

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his hips were now rutting against yours frantically, his abs straining with every little movement, a sheen of sweat covering his sculpted body while he buried himself inside you.

“fuuuck s’ big toru.”

“i know, baby.”

you could feel your eyes roll back, your vision blurring while you chased your own high, and before you knew it, warm cum filled your insides, with gojo collapsing on top you, his entire body enveloping yours, your moans filling the expanse of his room while he kisses your forehead.

“so your boyfriend couldn’t handle all that, huh?”

“you are too old to be talking like that.” you grimaced, trying to roll his body off of yours.

“oh please, it’s not like you’re rushing to leave, pretty.” he grinned while you looked through your phone, that was until you noticed that your boyfriend had called you.

and satoru gojo, this slick son of a bitch had answered that call—you frantically ended it, internally making a note to never trust strange men on sites for hot dilfs in your area with your phone.

“satoru gojo. what the fuck did you do.”

“you should be a lot more careful trusting older men on the internet, pretty.”

and against your will, you could feel yourself rubbing your thighs together, while gojo managed to get himself out his bed to go make sure his son was fast asleep.

“oh, and the room’s soundproofed, wouldn’t wanna wake megumi, he gets cranky.”

“you—.”

“genius? oh, baby, tell me something i don’t know.”

annnnyways. tysm for the lovely @kalatiii & @suganoms for feeding my worms for this fic ily guys mmmmwah. @yoonsucks @yorikae @sugusplaything !! & @lynf1n1ty this one’s for YOU

dividers: @/pixopix .

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[aliienangel]

₊˚ ⋅ mdni ; pervert bf 𝓰ojo offers you a massage 𐑂 . ݁˖

gojo’s offer for a massage was hardly innocent, you clocked that when he’d told you that you had to be completely naked. something you didn’t see as necessary but you really wanted a massage… so what the hell.

his fingers dig into all your knots, the pressure he's using perfect. your body relaxes more and more under him despite the fact you’re undressed. the more you relax, the more his hands travel lower and lower.

attentive in how he touches you, careful not to hurt you. still traveling further down your body until he’s grabbing at your ass. you grumble halfheartedly, “not my back, satoru.”

“i know what i’m doing, sweetie,” he replies coolly.

a gasp pulls from you when he pulls your cheeks apart, thumbs sliding down to part your pussy. soft groan leaving him at the sight. you’re dripping, all wet and gooey from him touching you so innocently.

"how about..." his thumb dips into your drooling hole, "...i massage your womb?"

"you're such a—" your words die in your throat because he's pulled his hands away only to rest his tip at your entrance. has he been naked the whole time too?

"biiiig stretch," you can hear the grin in his voice.

his cock splitting you open has your mouth parting with pitiful moans, you'd arch your back into him but he's leant down. pressing his entire body up against yours from above. you're immobile, only able to take his thick cock and whine about it.

gojo’s hands slip under your body to grope your tits, hips grinding against you. the tip of his cock doing as he said — massaging your womb. it feels so overwhelming, your body was already in bliss from his massage and now your cunt feels heavenly.

face turned to the side and resting against the pillows, panting out soft whimpers every time his dick rubs against something devastating. he's not even thrusting, just rutting up against you.

he presses a sloppy kiss to your open mouth, tongue licking at you with it. his eyes are all glazed over, skin flushing pretty pink with his own arousal. "you're gonna cum soon, huh?" he giggles at you, at your messy state.

the hands on your tits pinch your nipples between his fingers and you're embarrassed that it has you cumming. pussy shivering around his cock as you finish, desperately trying to suck him in deeper. if he weren't holding you so still with his own body, your hips would be fucking back onto him.

you tuck your face into the pillow, hiding your fucked out expression from him. he whinges at you, "don't be like that." he leaves kisses on the side of your head, "c'mon, look at me, pretty." when you don't turn immediately, he bites your shoulder, "look at me or i'm gonna edge you all night."

hesitantly, you turn to look at him. you know you must look a mess, teary eyes and spit in the corners of your mouth from drool. to gojo, you couldn't look any better, his eyes bright with his excitement. you can feel the way his dick throbs inside you, his gaze fixed on your face.

"satoru— hng—"

as soon as you call his name, he's cumming. cock twitching as he whimpers, biting into his lower lip as he dumps his load deep inside your sweet pussy. he refuses to break eye contact, obsessed with how you look right now.

shudders run through the both of you, coming down from your respective highs. he's still painfully hard and you can feel the way his seed is leaking from your over-stuffed cunt.

gojo thrusts his hips a little, the look on his face delirious, "let's do that again, yeah?"

[nymphaemisery]

Lactation kink?! Never thought bout that..

if after or during pregnancy, while he was comforting you, does he ever tried to u know *chu* ( • )( • )

Imagine he just tryna have a taste and you were down bad tryna push his head away, but his too strong compared to you:(((

Multiple times!! He'd constantly be groping your tits and has kissed and bit your swelled up tits many times!

Imagine trying to sleep and suddenly your shirt is being pulled up as he latches on to your tit? You're so tired but he's out here sucking on your tit shamelessly. It does feel relieving because your tits have been so sore and full. Like you're trynna push his head away but he has his hands wrapped around your back, pulling you tightly into his face as he swallows the milk.

This makes you feel embarrassed cause this is so lewd but Satoru keeps on doing that.

[nymphaemisery]

What if gojo's daughter is not convinced enough? She can see through all the lies. She asks her dad to release s/o and to pay her a good amount so she can start her own life. What if she asks gojo to let s/o go(completely). Never call or reach out to her again, never bug her again. He has to forget s/o. Otherwise Gojo is dead for her(his daughter). This is a death or death situation for him. (Please, don't turn gojo into a yandere dad. I don't think he would be a yandere father).

Gojo is definitely not a Yandere father for sure though, as much as he loves his daughter, he is not listening to what she's saying.

Cause for him, you are his top priority, his darling. His daughter will never get his feelings for you, cause to her you're just a captive forced to live this life by Satoru, but to him, you're everything. Letting you go and forgetting you is basically like asking him to go die. He is not doing that.

He cherishes his daughter a lot, and truly means that, but she is not above you. There is no way he'd choose letting you go. Either way he's a dead man. One option is just him being considered dead by his daughter and the other is just actually becoming dead on the inside cause he cannot even bear the thought of living without you.

Satoru can always have another kid with you, but he cannot have another you.

That is the same thought process that resurfaced again at this moment though it was from many years ago, when the doctor made him overthink about your pregnancy. He was so ready to terminate the pregnancy was there any chance of something risky happening to you.

In short, he's basically saying his daughter is replaceable.

Yes it hurts him but he'd much rather experience this pain than the pain of losing you, cause this man needs you to breathe and live. You are not something he will ever let go, only literal death can separate him from you.

But that being said, looking at the bigger picture, it's ultimately up to the reader if given the choice, and normally anyone would choose to leave, but unfortunately, no. It's not that easy.

Satoru could literally set you free this instant and you wouldn't really be able to leave him because you've practically spent nearly two decades with this man, knowing him and him only. And it wasn't even like he still has you captive and locked in a room, no, he has given you full freedom to move as you like, you could've escaped when going grocery shopping on your own, or any other time but you didn't— you always returned to the house, back into his arms.

As fucked up as your relationship and mentality is, Satoru genuinely screwed you over in the past 17 years where a life without him feels unimaginable. If it was the initial two years— maybe you would've been fine, but it's been too long now. Living a life without Satoru feels weirder, unrealistic and mostly scary. You've become so accustomed to him. The thought of freedom should excite you, but it only causes you anxiety and feelings of dread.

It's like asking to release an animal from the zoo (where it spent most of its life) into the wild again. The animal may be free but it will not survive for long. Especially if it's gotten used to the Zoo.

[nymphaemisery]

They NEVER had another child after one daughter???☹️☹️Or did he terminate it after, so when it is still in its earliest form, Satoru would immediately use his curse technique to kill it.

LOL imagine she got pregnant in the process after the argument and they used that as an example of their love to our daughter uwu

“See this is a prove of our love! You too” voice trembling as you let your daughter feel the baby inside you🤯😳🥵

I wanted to insinuate that they do have another kid but it was lowkey irrelevant to the plot and couldn't find a way to squeeze that detail in.

But yeah, they have 2 kids, the other one is 7 years old, and unfortunately, the reader is a little closer to the second child than the first because she was used to this life being forced upon her by Satoru by the time she gave birth to the 2nd one. She cannot bring herself to say the same thing about the first kid cause she gets reminded of the way she felt back then.

The kids have a huge gap (9 year gap) because the first pregnancy traumatized the reader so much and Satoru realised that so he just gave her a lot of time to recover. He made sure she didn't end up pregnant any time soon, and avoided fucking her on ovulation days, surprisingly wore condoms. He'd only do it raw if there was absolutely no chance of her getting pregnant. (Like mainly during the luteal phase, he avoided raw sex until day 20 has passed).

Satoru would love to get her pregnant but he would have the child terminated if there's any risks, cause he knows how tough pregnancy can be. It's not a viable option to prove to his daughter that they're fine together, he'll likely opt for another route. I think the daughter would just think that her dad is babytrapping her mom again like he did previously. It might make the situation worse 😭

[nymphaemisery]

The idea of Yan gojo's sweet babygirl getting to know what a monster her father is when she turns 15-16 year old is so intriguing. No wonder mommy is so distant and mommy and daddy has such a weird relationship. Just imagine the confrontation is MESSYYYY. Gojo's daughter saying such things that he couldn't imagine could come out of her mouth. He realized how fucked up the situation is when he meets his daughter's eyes. There is nothing but pure hatred. How would gojo feel? How would he react? What would be his next steps? What would he do to darling?

Anon I uh..... Got carried away, I entered flow state, I just wanted it to be a short summarized answer but uhm... as you can clearly see it's not... 😭🙏🏻

Warnings: noncon, implied past noncon, mdni, unprotected sex, p in v, angst(?), reader and gojo are in their mid-late 40s and gojo is still cracking her btw 🙏🏻, yandere themes, creampies, reader is mentally fucked cause she's been through this for the past 17 years, btw this is more plot focused than smut but I'm still including the warnings cause yeah, [not proofread].

do not normalize and romanticize dark content irl.

Gojo would be so heartbroken, wondering how she found out because he's hidden this fucked up fact and pretended everything was normal for so long.

Hearing the words “I hate you dad. You're disgusting. You're a monster. How could you ever do that mom?” from the daughter he raised with so much love and cherished her so so much would shatter his heart into a billion pieces. She was the apple of his eye, the ultimate symbol of love between him and you, yet now she's uttering all the things he's done to you. It made him feel guilty.

“It was in the past— you don't get it.” He'll argue, convincing himself that she's only saying that because she doesn't know how he felt towards you, and what caused him to act that way. He loved you, that's why he did what he had done. Maybe if he'll explain, she'll understand.

“I love her, that's why i—”

“That's why you kidnapped her, isolated her from her family, and forced yourself on her?” She scoffs, which makes Gojo shut up.

“No wonder she was distant towards me. I'm literally a punishment to her, my entire existence is the chain that binds her to a monster like you. I shouldn't have existed. I am an unwanted mistake.” Her voice cracks and Gojo's eyes widen, pupils shaking with emotion as he shakes his head no.

Mistake? No, she was never an unwanted mistake, she was a careful plan, crafted through love to have his beloved. It broke his heart to see his daughter calling herself that. She was everything to him.

“Who told you all of this?” Is the only thing that left his mouth, unable to actually answer or comfort her. It didn't matter who told her, whether it was you, or a third party, or she just found out on her own— the damage was done.

He's become a monster in his daughter's eyes.

His sweet baby girl who he remembers staring up at him with her wide eyes when he held her for the first time after her birth. Her eyes were full of love and curiosity. Now those eyes hold hatred. Hatred for him.

“You disgust me, dad.” She spews, venom coating every word.

You were just in the middle of this, quietly observing, the feeling that you haven't experienced for years was creeping up again.

Fear.

You shouldn't have revealed anything, you did so out of emotional vulnerability, she was your daughter too after all— the only family you had left, but you did not expect her to react and confront Gojo like this.

“E-enough, don't talk to your father like that.” You finally step in, heart pounding in fear, desperation in your voice. You know how quickly Gojo's emotion can turn into anger. She doesn't. She hasn't seen that side of him at all, he never showed it.

He wouldn't harm her, no, he would instead take it out on you.

“Mom— there's no way you're defending—” She begins.

“Shut up.” You cut her off, begging her with your eyes to not say another word, though you don't think she can see the fear in your ears.

“Go to your room. He said it was in the past, I'm fine now. Aren't I? I had a choice to leave but I didn't. I'm here by choice, okay? I didn't want you to become my saviour. That's not why I told you this.” You ramble on, quickly trying to do damage control, lying to yourself and your daughter. Deep down you were actually thankful that she stood up for you. But fear overrode your gratefulness.

Your daughter shuts up, scoffing before she turned on her heel and went to her room upstairs, slamming the door shut which made you flinch.

You turned to face Gojo who was scarily as still as a statue, his eyes drifted towards you, it sent shivers up your spine.

“S—satoru I—” You begin, choking over your own words.

The next thing you know is him buried deep inside you, pounding into your cunt with fervent speed and anger as the bed creaks beneath you both and you're clinging onto him, walls burning at his intrusion. He buries his face in your neck.

“She said she hates me. Do you know how it feels? Of course you don't.” He thrusted, whispering into your ear. “I know you didn't want her from the start, but is this your new plan? to escape from me? to manipulate our daughter into hating me?” He asked, biting your neck as you shook your head vigorously.

“Don't be fucking delusional, I told you 17 years ago, and I will say it again. You have no fucking escape from me. It sucks that my daughter hates me because of you now. But I'll fix it. And you'll help me, got it?” He stares at you, gritting his teeth, expecting an answer. You can only nod.

“You'll tell her how it was just how you felt in the beginning, but then you fell in love with me yeah? Try your fucking best to mend things— you caused this catastrophe.” He grunts, sweat coating his forehead.

You still wondered how he had the stamina and everything to continue fucking you like this. It feels just like your first time with him.

Suffocating. Cornered.

He leans down to kiss you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

“Sorry.” You whisper against his lips, the apology coming out instinctively, looking up at him with teary eyes. His expression softens immediately as he presses his forehead against yours. His thrusts become gentler now.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Fuck you still look just as beautiful. I can never stay mad at you for long can I?” He groans, pressing soft kisses down your face.

“I'm gonna cum—” He pants before shooting his load inside you. Just like he always has been doing. He takes a moment to recover, before working you to your orgasm with his fingers as well, not wanting to leave you unsatisfied.

“We'll fix everything.” He pants, licking the fingers that were coated in your essence.

[nymphaemisery]

The idea of Yan gojo's sweet babygirl getting to know what a monster her father is when she turns 15-16 year old is so intriguing. No wonder mommy is so distant and mommy and daddy has such a weird relationship. Just imagine the confrontation is MESSYYYY. Gojo's daughter saying such things that he couldn't imagine could come out of her mouth. He realized how fucked up the situation is when he meets his daughter's eyes. There is nothing but pure hatred. How would gojo feel? How would he react? What would be his next steps? What would he do to darling?

Anon I uh..... Got carried away, I entered flow state, I just wanted it to be a short summarized answer but uhm... as you can clearly see it's not... 😭🙏🏻

Warnings: noncon, implied past noncon, mdni, unprotected sex, p in v, angst(?), reader and gojo are in their mid-late 40s and gojo is still cracking her btw 🙏🏻, yandere themes, creampies, reader is mentally fucked cause she's been through this for the past 17 years, btw this is more plot focused than smut but I'm still including the warnings cause yeah, [not proofread].

do not normalize and romanticize dark content irl.

Gojo would be so heartbroken, wondering how she found out because he's hidden this fucked up fact and pretended everything was normal for so long.

Hearing the words “I hate you dad. You're disgusting. You're a monster. How could you ever do that mom?” from the daughter he raised with so much love and cherished her so so much would shatter his heart into a billion pieces. She was the apple of his eye, the ultimate symbol of love between him and you, yet now she's uttering all the things he's done to you. It made him feel guilty.

“It was in the past— you don't get it.” He'll argue, convincing himself that she's only saying that because she doesn't know how he felt towards you, and what caused him to act that way. He loved you, that's why he did what he had done. Maybe if he'll explain, she'll understand.

“I love her, that's why i—”

“That's why you kidnapped her, isolated her from her family, and forced yourself on her?” She scoffs, which makes Gojo shut up.

“No wonder she was distant towards me. I'm literally a punishment to her, my entire existence is the chain that binds her to a monster like you. I shouldn't have existed. I am an unwanted mistake.” Her voice cracks and Gojo's eyes widen, pupils shaking with emotion as he shakes his head no.

Mistake? No, she was never an unwanted mistake, she was a careful plan, crafted through love to have his beloved. It broke his heart to see his daughter calling herself that. She was everything to him.

“Who told you all of this?” Is the only thing that left his mouth, unable to actually answer or comfort her. It didn't matter who told her, whether it was you, or a third party, or she just found out on her own— the damage was done.

He's become a monster in his daughter's eyes.

His sweet baby girl who he remembers staring up at him with her wide eyes when he held her for the first time after her birth. Her eyes were full of love and curiosity. Now those eyes hold hatred. Hatred for him.

“You disgust me, dad.” She spews, venom coating every word.

You were just in the middle of this, quietly observing, the feeling that you haven't experienced for years was creeping up again.

Fear.

You shouldn't have revealed anything, you did so out of emotional vulnerability, she was your daughter too after all— the only family you had left, but you did not expect her to react and confront Gojo like this.

“E-enough, don't talk to your father like that.” You finally step in, heart pounding in fear, desperation in your voice. You know how quickly Gojo's emotion can turn into anger. She doesn't. She hasn't seen that side of him at all, he never showed it.

He wouldn't harm her, no, he would instead take it out on you.

“Mom— there's no way you're defending—” She begins.

“Shut up.” You cut her off, begging her with your eyes to not say another word, though you don't think she can see the fear in your ears.

“Go to your room. He said it was in the past, I'm fine now. Aren't I? I had a choice to leave but I didn't. I'm here by choice, okay? I didn't want you to become my saviour. That's not why I told you this.” You ramble on, quickly trying to do damage control, lying to yourself and your daughter. Deep down you were actually thankful that she stood up for you. But fear overrode your gratefulness.

Your daughter shuts up, scoffing before she turned on her heel and went to her room upstairs, slamming the door shut which made you flinch.

You turned to face Gojo who was scarily as still as a statue, his eyes drifted towards you, it sent shivers up your spine.

“S—satoru I—” You begin, choking over your own words.

The next thing you know is him buried deep inside you, pounding into your cunt with fervent speed and anger as the bed creaks beneath you both and you're clinging onto him, walls burning at his intrusion. He buries his face in your neck.

“She said she hates me. Do you know how it feels? Of course you don't.” He thrusted, whispering into your ear. “I know you didn't want her from the start, but is this your new plan? to escape from me? to manipulate our daughter into hating me?” He asked, biting your neck as you shook your head vigorously.

“Don't be fucking delusional, I told you 17 years ago, and I will say it again. You have no fucking escape from me. It sucks that my daughter hates me because of you now. But I'll fix it. And you'll help me, got it?” He stares at you, gritting his teeth, expecting an answer. You can only nod.

“You'll tell her how it was just how you felt in the beginning, but then you fell in love with me yeah? Try your fucking best to mend things— you caused this catastrophe.” He grunts, sweat coating his forehead.

You still wondered how he had the stamina and everything to continue fucking you like this. It feels just like your first time with him.

Suffocating. Cornered.

He leans down to kiss you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

“Sorry.” You whisper against his lips, the apology coming out instinctively, looking up at him with teary eyes. His expression softens immediately as he presses his forehead against yours. His thrusts become gentler now.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Fuck you still look just as beautiful. I can never stay mad at you for long can I?” He groans, pressing soft kisses down your face.

“I'm gonna cum—” He pants before shooting his load inside you. Just like he always has been doing. He takes a moment to recover, before working you to your orgasm with his fingers as well, not wanting to leave you unsatisfied.

“We'll fix everything.” He pants, licking the fingers that were coated in your essence.

[nymphaemisery]

Writing is so funny to me because either I reach flow state and write a lot vs geek out and struggle to come up with any words to describe the scenes.

[nymphaemisery]

I am stressed tf out cause istg I dropped out of college to apply for another course (if you've been keeping up with me you might the full reason behind it) and it genuinely has so much competition, I might deadass be unemployed for this entire year if I don't get in good lord 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 WHY DID I NOT PLAN THIS THROUGH AKDKWKFW

Then again this system sets you up for failure anyway because I can't really apply for another course while I'm actively in one, I just didn't know there would be so much competition 💔

Chose my mental health and the price is my mental health 😻

[nymphaemisery]

Idk if I should set up a tip jar just to have passive income but I can't really link this acc to any digital tip jar websites cause uhm it's literally nsfw and noncon.

Do not worry, I am NOT paywalling my works btw!! neither am I paywalling requests, I cannot legally do that and neither do I have the intentions to, I write for fun and self indulgence 😛✌🏻

It'll likely be just like a tip jar where you can tip if you want to, it's not mandatory. But we'll have to see when I'll actually make one because rn I'm just thinking about and guidelines prevent any nsfw content so..... yeah it's just a thought.

[nymphaemisery]

The idea of Yan gojo's sweet babygirl getting to know what a monster her father is when she turns 15-16 year old is so intriguing. No wonder mommy is so distant and mommy and daddy has such a weird relationship. Just imagine the confrontation is MESSYYYY. Gojo's daughter saying such things that he couldn't imagine could come out of her mouth. He realized how fucked up the situation is when he meets his daughter's eyes. There is nothing but pure hatred. How would gojo feel? How would he react? What would be his next steps? What would he do to darling?

Anon I uh..... Got carried away, I entered flow state, I just wanted it to be a short summarized answer but uhm... as you can clearly see it's not... 😭🙏🏻

Warnings: noncon, implied past noncon, mdni, unprotected sex, p in v, angst(?), reader and gojo are in their mid-late 40s and gojo is still cracking her btw 🙏🏻, yandere themes, creampies, reader is mentally fucked cause she's been through this for the past 17 years, btw this is more plot focused than smut but I'm still including the warnings cause yeah, [not proofread].

do not normalize and romanticize dark content irl.

Gojo would be so heartbroken, wondering how she found out because he's hidden this fucked up fact and pretended everything was normal for so long.

Hearing the words “I hate you dad. You're disgusting. You're a monster. How could you ever do that mom?” from the daughter he raised with so much love and cherished her so so much would shatter his heart into a billion pieces. She was the apple of his eye, the ultimate symbol of love between him and you, yet now she's uttering all the things he's done to you. It made him feel guilty.

“It was in the past— you don't get it.” He'll argue, convincing himself that she's only saying that because she doesn't know how he felt towards you, and what caused him to act that way. He loved you, that's why he did what he had done. Maybe if he'll explain, she'll understand.

“I love her, that's why i—”

“That's why you kidnapped her, isolated her from her family, and forced yourself on her?” She scoffs, which makes Gojo shut up.

“No wonder she was distant towards me. I'm literally a punishment to her, my entire existence is the chain that binds her to a monster like you. I shouldn't have existed. I am an unwanted mistake.” Her voice cracks and Gojo's eyes widen, pupils shaking with emotion as he shakes his head no.

Mistake? No, she was never an unwanted mistake, she was a careful plan, crafted through love to have his beloved. It broke his heart to see his daughter calling herself that. She was everything to him.

“Who told you all of this?” Is the only thing that left his mouth, unable to actually answer or comfort her. It didn't matter who told her, whether it was you, or a third party, or she just found out on her own— the damage was done.

He's become a monster in his daughter's eyes.

His sweet baby girl who he remembers staring up at him with her wide eyes when he held her for the first time after her birth. Her eyes were full of love and curiosity. Now those eyes hold hatred. Hatred for him.

“You disgust me, dad.” She spews, venom coating every word.

You were just in the middle of this, quietly observing, the feeling that you haven't experienced for years was creeping up again.

Fear.

You shouldn't have revealed anything, you did so out of emotional vulnerability, she was your daughter too after all— the only family you had left, but you did not expect her to react and confront Gojo like this.

“E-enough, don't talk to your father like that.” You finally step in, heart pounding in fear, desperation in your voice. You know how quickly Gojo's emotion can turn into anger. She doesn't. She hasn't seen that side of him at all, he never showed it.

He wouldn't harm her, no, he would instead take it out on you.

“Mom— there's no way you're defending—” She begins.

“Shut up.” You cut her off, begging her with your eyes to not say another word, though you don't think she can see the fear in your ears.

“Go to your room. He said it was in the past, I'm fine now. Aren't I? I had a choice to leave but I didn't. I'm here by choice, okay? I didn't want you to become my saviour. That's not why I told you this.” You ramble on, quickly trying to do damage control, lying to yourself and your daughter. Deep down you were actually thankful that she stood up for you. But fear overrode your gratefulness.

Your daughter shuts up, scoffing before she turned on her heel and went to her room upstairs, slamming the door shut which made you flinch.

You turned to face Gojo who was scarily as still as a statue, his eyes drifted towards you, it sent shivers up your spine.

“S—satoru I—” You begin, choking over your own words.

The next thing you know is him buried deep inside you, pounding into your cunt with fervent speed and anger as the bed creaks beneath you both and you're clinging onto him, walls burning at his intrusion. He buries his face in your neck.

“She said she hates me. Do you know how it feels? Of course you don't.” He thrusted, whispering into your ear. “I know you didn't want her from the start, but is this your new plan? to escape from me? to manipulate our daughter into hating me?” He asked, biting your neck as you shook your head vigorously.

“Don't be fucking delusional, I told you 17 years ago, and I will say it again. You have no fucking escape from me. It sucks that my daughter hates me because of you now. But I'll fix it. And you'll help me, got it?” He stares at you, gritting his teeth, expecting an answer. You can only nod.

“You'll tell her how it was just how you felt in the beginning, but then you fell in love with me yeah? Try your fucking best to mend things— you caused this catastrophe.” He grunts, sweat coating his forehead.

You still wondered how he had the stamina and everything to continue fucking you like this. It feels just like your first time with him.

Suffocating. Cornered.

He leans down to kiss you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

“Sorry.” You whisper against his lips, the apology coming out instinctively, looking up at him with teary eyes. His expression softens immediately as he presses his forehead against yours. His thrusts become gentler now.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Fuck you still look just as beautiful. I can never stay mad at you for long can I?” He groans, pressing soft kisses down your face.

“I'm gonna cum—” He pants before shooting his load inside you. Just like he always has been doing. He takes a moment to recover, before working you to your orgasm with his fingers as well, not wanting to leave you unsatisfied.

“We'll fix everything.” He pants, licking the fingers that were coated in your essence.

[kekewrites]

tw. Dark content, noncon, dubcon, creampie, size kink, magic onahole/toy/fleshlight, coercion, mind-break, corruption, obsession, gaslighting(?), objectification(?)

part 2 of the onahole troupe

***

"Sweetie~ Are you already out? Come on, you can still keep going."

Hot... It's so hot.

Whining, your body continue to bounce on him, hole swallowing his fat cock. Sweat and cum staining your thighs, sticky and wet as it mixes with your juices.

Such a hot sight. His hands gripping your hips, helping you bounce on him and sometimes meeting your hips with his own, making you whine and sob.

You were so sensitive, having no idea how much time have passed. How many orgasm he pulled out of you.

"I'm helping you, remember?" He sat up, wrapping his arms around as he pulls you close. "Ha... You're so cute. That bastard won't touch you anymore, ok? I'm here."

Barely hanging on, you nodded as your ears started to ring. If there was still a rational part of you awake, you would've find his words suspicious, but you were just too dumb for that. Blindly trusting your friend, believing him with your being.

He promised to help you.

So why does it feel like you made the wrong choice?

That tiny rational thought of yours was pushed as you felt his lips on your own.

***

It was odd how the phantom disappeared after his help.

Your complexion improved, the shadows under your eyes fading as if the weight of their presence had been slowly draining you all along. Sleep came easier now, uninterrupted by restless nights and unwanted pleasure, able to focus studying without it whisking your attention away.

Sitting in class, you were finally able to listen without dreading for the touches.t was freeing.

You were glad you told him.

Smiling a bit, you open your cellphone as you think of hanging out with them. You really missed them, thinking about how you three rarely hang out nowadays. It used to be so easy to hang out with your closest friends, without having to plan anything elaborate. Just a quick text, and before you knew it, you were all together. But lately, it was about you two without your more or less busy friend. You know how much he took his studies seriously, often holding back to invite him whenever you discover a film you'd both like to watch.

Determined, you found yourself texting him, sending him a little message of, "Are you busy? Let's meet at the library when it's lunch time!"

You nervously shifted on your sit as you await his reply, a minute after you feel your phone vibrate.

"Sure."

You couldn't wait for the class to be over.

***

"Hey, what's up?" You heard his voice as he sat down beside you. Your usual hangout spot, comfort place, and your solace before those events happened.

Beaming, you turned to him, grateful for the simple presence of someone you're comfortable with.

"Are you done with your studies? I was hoping we could hangout soon, all three of us..." You speak, your confidence dipping down as you let out the last part.

Resting his chin on his hand, "Hmm... We have a quiz for next week in my major," He observes as your smile fades, "But I suppose, I'll make time for you," He swears it's like watching a dog wag its tail as he see you regain your smile.

It couldn't hurt to relax a little, it's been a while since you two hangout. He did notice how you were with that stupid guy in the past few days

You softly clap your hands, "That's great! Oh, we should do a movie marathon!" As you babble your plans, he couldn't help but notice how more... alive you look compared to before. He was still wondering why you were so troubled back then, but he's glad you got it solved out.

Humming, you started typing on the notes in your phone, making plans and listing movies to watch, throwing in snacks to buy as well. It was safe to say that you're really excited to be able to be with your best friends.

It would be just a fun night with the guys, right?

***

"Come on, don't be upset. Something probably important came out that he won't be able to come."

It seems that the three of you wouldn't be able to hangout, as the two of you sit on the couch.

Grumbling, you hug the couch pillow close to your chest as you glance at the text message left by your friend. It was upsetting but you couldn't be that upset since he rarely wasn't able to come in your hangout session, and since he's the one who helped you after all.

"Yeah, you're right. It can't be helped, I guess…" you sigh, trying to hide your disappointment as you sink further into his couch. The soft fabric and cozy atmosphere of his apartment help ease your mood a bit.

"I'm sure the three of us will meet up soon. Plus, the two of us haven't hangout for a while."

Come on, it's not so bad to be alone with him, you know?

"Yeah, that's true," you say, trying to shake off the disappointment. You steal a glance at him as he queues up a movie. It's been a while since the two of you just hung out alone like this, and despite the change in plans, it feels nice.

As the movie starts, you realize he accidentally picked a horror film—complete with dark shadows, creepy music, and plenty of jump scares. You’re both laughing it off at first, but the sudden shocks get you clutching the couch pillow a bit tighter, scooting unconsciously closer to him.

The atmosphere shifts when an unexpected scene appears—a moment that’s more... explicit than either of you anticipated. You feel your face heat up as you quickly avert your eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and tension settle between you. You catch him glancing away too, clearing his throat nervously.

What is he, five? Getting flustered with such scene, not like he hasn't done any worse than it.

"I... think I need to use the bathroom," he mumbles, standing up hastily and heading out of the room, leaving you alone on the couch.

You’re left there, pulse racing slightly as you try to shake off the awkwardness.

This is bad, you suddenly remember all of your other friend's help. Clutching your legs close, you try to avert your attention somewhere while waiting for your friend to come back.

Though, you felt your stomach drop as that familiar and unwelcome touch came up.

***

What the hell is he even thinking?

He tries to find his reason as he stares at the onahole on his hand, that idiot's gift to him. It's been a week since he had last use this thing, yeah it felt good and feels like the real deal but after one use he never touched it again.

So why the hell is he using it while thinking of you? The same girl who's sitting on his couch right now, in his apartment?

His eyes glance at the lube on the counter, putting the wet lotion on his free hand. It's your fault he got hard, you were too squirmy and... cute. That shitty horror movie wasn't even that good with the corny soft porn scenes but you... were just having an effect on him. So damn shy and innocent reactions, he needed to get out before he'd lost his composure and pounce on you.

But he's not a brute, no he isn't like those rabid animals.

Imagining does not count, no, no, he's only letting his frustration out.

So with the touch of his fingers, rubbing the entrance of the onahole he let himself go.

***

Jumping from the couch, you looked around frantically as you felt that horrifying touch on your nether region. 

That's impossible! You though he already fixed it!

Silently crying on your hands, you tried to keep your noises.

You've experienced that ghostly touch countless times however this time, it felt a bit calculative yet desperate, as if another entity was touching you. It felt weird but you can feel how different this one was touching you.

Is there another ghost who's harassing you?

Will it ever go away?

You cried as you felt something big goes inside you.

***

Shit, he forgot how realistic this onahole was. When was the last time he used it? Weeks ago? He doesn't remember but he might use it again now. Since his darling is always inviting him to hangout, this little gift might save him from pouncing on you when you're just a little too cute for his liking. Not only that but because of the hectic projects and assignments coming in, he hasn't had the time to relieve himself.

His thrust is fast and uncaring, yet a bit desperate for release. He felt himself feeling more sensitive as he imagine if this was your cunt instead, squeezing and twitching around his cock. He loves how automated this thing was, his mind just running wild as he imagines you sitting alone in his couch unsuspected of his vulgar and filthy thought of you. It's wrong but it damn this onahole just feels so right.

Slamming himself on the tight hole, he pinch the little clit and felt the walls squeeze tight making him come undone. Hissing and twitching as his cock shoots down his massive load inside the toy. What a waste, it would've been better if he could shoot it down your womb. Exhaling, he slowly pulled out of the toy, savoring the way the wall clung on his shaft before his head pops off.

Fuck. He's really a goner now. 

He's no better than a scumbag for letting his mind wander to thoughts about his best friend, his childhood friend… his first crush, his first and only love. He remembers how he was when you two first met—a boy who struggled to connect with anyone. He didn’t see the point in making friends, preferring to stay on the sidelines, reserved and detached.

Though, him, was the exception as both of their parents were business partners and have good relationship with each other. It's only natural for them to build a connection, solely for maintaining good connections with their business partners. Over time, he realized how strangely alike the two of them were, as if they shared the same quirks and preferences.

Well, he shouldn't think of that while thrusting his dick on a toy but he can't help but reflect on the way they are alike. He certainly knows, that guy shares the same affection he has on you, and he hated how he can't feel jealous because... he's fine with sharing you if it's him. But he's a little pissed at how you two were hanging out lately, he only have himself to blame by taking his studies seriously unlike that guy.

That's not important now, he has you in his room alone with no one else to ruin your moment with him. Shit, he felt the toy tighten around him.

His mind goes blank as he felt himself getting closer.

***

"Hey, sorry I took a while, but I'm... back?" he said, sitting down on the couch. His voice trailed off, quieter and confused, as he noticed you hugging yourself with your head hung low.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, placing a hand on your back as he tried to see your face. His eyes narrowed as he waited for your response, only to widen when he saw your tear-streaked face.

"I-It... touched me again..."

"What do you mean?"

And you broke down, crying as you told him about the phantom.

Any sane person would be skeptical, hell they would probably put you in the asylum for the things you swore happened to you. He'd get you help if it weren't for that one specific detail, an oddly timed and complete coincidence. Where that phantom touched you the same time he had gotten the toy... and the way it touch you just minutes later he went to the bathroom.

No way...

Surely, it was just a coincidence...

He supposed testing that theory wouldn't hurt.

With a lousy excuse of getting you a glass of water from the kitchen, he went straight to the bathroom to take that toy, sure it was big enough to be seen by you, but the way you were staring down on the floor as you quietly sob made it easy to sneakily place the onahole behind the couch pillow. Close for his hand to touch but unnoticeable from your teary eyes.

His hand goes behind the pillow right where the toy is.

"Ah!"

It can't be... Such an impossible story.

"J-Just now... it touched me!"

His finger went in.

"No! It went inside...!"

This is crazy.

He knows it's wrong but watching you panic and look around with frantic and terrified eyes made his cock throb. Not knowing that the source of your trouble being right in front of you made it immoral, so bad, and it made his cock harden.

"Hey, I'll... chase out that bastard for you." His wandering finger pulls out of the toy, his other hand cupping your tear stained cheek, "You don't have to worry anymore. You said that guy made that phantom disappear, right?" He sweetly cooed, a rare tone in his voice, "Just trust me on this one like he'd done with you, yeah?"

Your back gently hits the couch as he straddles you, "Be a good girl and relax, I'm just going to help you."

Doubt and wariness swirls in that doe eyes of yours. He can see the uncertainty in that stupid head of yours, but he knew you'd agree with him. You always do.

"O-Ok... Please help me."

And he's right about that.

You're just too trusting, aren't you? Stupid girl.

It's your fault he's like this to you.

All your fault.

There’s a faint metallic click as his belt buckle comes undone, and the soft rasp of fabric follows as he frees himself from his pants. His cock springs free, the swollen head brushing against your inner thigh. He can't believe he's finally doing this. The girl he ever wanted right beneath him, all bare and for him to ruin.

It's fucked up how he doesn't feel guilty for doing this, doesn't feel guilty as he rubs his tip on your wet entrance. Everything about you is soft, the only thing he's afraid to do is to bruise your pretty skin. He can feel your breathe quicken, you heart thumping in anxiety and he smiles at that.

"I'll be... gentle." For now.

The blunt head nudges against your entrance, the slick heat of your hole enveloping him inch by inch as he presses into you slowly. Fuck. It's completely different from a toy. He wished he'd done it sooner, the walls of your inside and the wall of the toy was like night and day. His cock pulses within them, the heat and tightness driving him to the edge of his patience. Hissing in pleasure as your walls clenched around him.

"So cute..."

With that, he leaned down, his lips pressing against you. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you, owning you, just as his cock claimed your body. He knows he should let you adjust and wait for you to be ready but hell he'd wait for more than a second. Setting a fast pace, fucking into you with abandon, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises-- the one he was dreaded on doing. He panted, his head thrown back in ecstasy. 

If it were that easy, he should've done this sooner. Manipulated that stupid head of yours, your naivety being the one who'd get you in trouble when you were younger.

It was different back then when he was alone. Socializing was unnecessary and draining, didn't have any purpose or value to him. He supposed having one friend is enough, he didn’t have patience for others, especially kids his age who, to him, seemed immature and exhausting.

Then you came along with your bright smile, bold laugh, and endearing quirks. You weren’t stunning or wealthy, and your background was humble—a stark contrast to his world. And yet, every time you called him by that silly nickname you made up, something in his chest stirred, an ache he couldn’t ignore. A foolish girl, treating him as if he were just another friend, another kid to play with.

So why can’t he push you away? You're just like any other kid who wants his attention. So why is it so hard to say no to you?

You're the one driving him crazy. So you only have yourself to blame, this is only happening because you're letting him. You're the one doing this to your self.

He could feel the pleasure building, the pressure in his balls as he neared his release.

"Be my onahole, ok?" He demanded, his voice rough with lust. He needed to hear you say it, needed to know that you understood.

Your mind was swirling, head foggy as the pleasure was starting to mix with the confusion. As your cries grew louder, body writhing beneath him, he felt his own orgasm approaching. He could feel the heat building, the tingling in his toes as his balls drew up tight.

O-Onahole? What's that? What is he talking about?

"Everyday, you'll be my onahole." he panted, his words punctuated by the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the obscene squelch of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy. "I'll save you from that phantom, ok?"

I don't know anything....

"Ok?!" he warns, hips losing their rhythm as his climax approaches, "Shit...!"

"Ah! I-I will! I'll become your onahole!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside, his cock pulsing as he empties himself deep in your womb. He holds you tight against his chest, grinding into you to prolong the waves of pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so good for me," He praises breathlessly, peppering your sweat-dampened neck with kisses. "Taking my cock so well, milking me dry. That phantom is gone now that I'm with you."

All you could feel was the light kisses trailing on your neck to your cheek and finally on your lips.

"One more time? I mean you are my onahole now."

***

"Wow, you didn't hold one bit eh?"

His eyes narrowed as he saw him standing on the door with a smug grin.

"What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be able to make it?" His tone accessory as he cleans up the aftermath, gently tucking in your passed out figure on the bed.

"So defensive for what?" He chuckles, sauntering as he glance at your peaceful fresh-fucked face. Such a lovely sight. He  licks his lips at that but for now you'd need to get your beauty rest after a rough day. "So, did 'ya like your present?"

"..."

"I'd take your silence as a yes then." Giggling, he places his hand on his shoulder, "I knew you'd like it I mean, we are similar in taste after all."

His jaw tightens before sighing in defeat, "Where did you even get that toy?"

"Oh, some shady website~! I was planning to buy another one but the website mysteriously disappeared!" He exaggerate his movements which earned a grimace from him.

"Shut up, you'll wake her up."

"No, she won't. You made her pass out, how ungentlemanly of you."

"Says you."

"Whatever, I came to ask you a question," His hand drop to his side, his smug smile still on but something sinister behind it, "So, we're going to share, right?"

The answer should've been obvious but it was hard to let the word out of his mouth. Was it pride or possession?

"Yeah..."

"I knew you'd say that."

"But I want her on Mondays."

"Oh brother, why pick the worst day?" He grunts in disappointment.

"Because it's the worst day, I need her on that day."

[kekewrites]

Tw. Insecure/bratty/tsundere reader, dark content, noncon, dubcon, obsession, sloppy blowjob, attempted breakup, manipulation, size kink, overstimulation, multiple creampies, cunnilingus, baby trapping, coercion, aftercare

***

Thinking about dating an angelic guy.

You always wonder why, out of all the pretty and influential girls chasing after him, he chose you. It doesn't help how of a unit he is. Your typical perfect guy, popular, rich, and body that's comparable to a Greek God... and his voice— how you love his gentle and warm voice, there's just something about it that hypnotize you.

He always compliments you, shower you with affection, and be an absolute sweetheart. It gets you pissy. You don't know why you're always in a foul mood around him, he's not even doing anything that could trigger you. He takes a breath and you're already fuming. Grumbling profanities that he would laugh at wholeheartedly, like you didn't curse his entire being.

You hate how perfect he is. Hate how much you adore him. Hate how much you love him, and inside your mind you always question if he genuinely loves you. Maybe he's just playing with you? Waiting for the day he'd humiliate you, telling how you're too idiotic to even believe someone like him could ever love you.

That's probably why you're always cautious around him, you don't believe him enough to love an average girl like you.

***

He can't believe he's dating the cutest in the world. Everytime you scowl, show that adorable pout, he just wants to squish your cheeks together and kiss you plenty. Like a little kitty hissing when you sneer curses at him.

It's adorable really.

You'd say you didn't want to go to the movies he chose. Yet, you arrived earlier than expected, wearing a hint of makeup in that cute dress of yours. Makes him want to crush you. You put in the effort, took the time, even gave him the watch he'd been talking about—his favorite.

He really loves you. Really really loves you but why are you acting like he doesn't? He's confused. Hasn't he done enough to show you, tell how much he adores you? It makes him sad. Don't you know how much he's holding back? There's only so much he could take, you know. He could just take you everytime you run that cute foul mouth of you, shove his cock to make you shut up. But he's so patient with you because he loves you.

So don't push him too much, ok? Or else you might not like it when he finally show you his desire.

***

"You're late," you grumble, sending him a glare. Your arms are crossed, and your foot taps impatiently on the ground.

He chuckles, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips. "I arrived just on time, sweetie," he says, stepping closer. "You're just too excited for our date, no?" His voice is teasing, but his eyes are warm, sparkling with affection.

You huff in response, but you can feel the corners of your mouth betraying you, tugging into a smile. He notices and takes your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

"You're just so cute, you know? I really wanna crush— ow!" He hiss slightly as you swat his arm. He pouts a little, "You're strong, you're gonna leave a bruise."

You roll your eyes— as if that's gonna happen. Huffing you tug on his hand, "Let's go. I'm starving."

He smiles, looking at your back, "Ok, sweetie~."

Ah, you really are so cute.

He can't wait to fuck you.

***

"Why're you not eating, sweetie? Is the food not to your liking?"

Your appetite was gone the moment that waitress flirted with him, leaving you empty and bitter. This always happen. You're sick of it, sick of being jealous and feeling shitty for not looking like his girlfriend. Are you really worthless by his side? Do people not see you as his companion?

"Sweetie?"

You didn't want to lash out on him so you remained silent. Too bitter to talk. Even the food turned bitter, leaving you more upset.

He's such an idiot. But you're more of an idiot for being triggered by that stupid waitress, too much of a wuss to tell her he's taken, that he's yours. You're the idiot.

"I don't wanna eat anymore," you bitterly muttered, your face covered by the shadows of your hair, hiding that frown you wore he always seems to love on you.

He gets a sick twisted feeling in his guts, watching how jealous you get whenever some worthless wench tries to get his attention. It satisfies his urge, his sick thoughts hidden by his angelic face. You really love him, don't you? His lips curving into a sweet smile, eyes twinkling with desires. If only you know how much he gets off with you being jealous, you'd never doubted your pretty little self.

So… why are you saying such stupid things?

“Let’s break up.”

“Hm?”

“I said…” You take a breath, steadying your voice. “Let’s break up.”

For a moment, his smile wavers. Just a fraction. His right eye twitches ever so slightly, a crack in the carefully crafted mask he wears. But then, like a master of illusions, he recovers, his sweet facade sliding back into place, though something darker lingers beneath the surface.

“Now, now,” he says, his voice dripping with a saccharine softness that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. “What’s the matter?” His tone is gentle, almost soothing, but there’s a sharp edge to it—a venomous undercurrent that cuts through the air.

You don’t answer immediately, your chest tightening under his unblinking stare. It’s as if he’s waiting, watching every little twitch of your expression, trying to peel you apart without lifting a finger.

“I just think…” you start, your voice faltering as his head tilts slightly, his smile remaining unnervingly intact. “I-I think we’re not… good for each other anymore.”

His smile widens, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, his gaze sharpens, a predator sizing up its prey. He takes a step closer, the air between you growing heavy. “Not good for each other?” he repeats, feigning confusion. “Sweetheart, where’s this nonsense coming from? Didn’t we promise forever?”

The sweetness in his tone sends a chill down your spine, but you hold your ground. “Forever shouldn’t feel like this,” you say, trying to steady your trembling hands.

It shouldn't make you feel bad about yourself, shouldn't make you anxious, shouldn't make feel... pressured.

For a moment, he says nothing, his eyes boring into yours. Then, his chuckle breaks the tension, soft and low. “Ah, I see,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence. “You’re upset. That’s all. We’ll talk this through, won’t we?”

But his words aren’t a question—they’re a command, wrapped in the guise of concern. And as his smile lingers, you realize leaving might not be as simple as you hoped.

***

Why is this happening?

You thought he would accept and move on.

"Mmm, that's it sweetie. Take it deeper." He coaxes, his grip on your hair tightening. He starts to push forward, forcing more of his thick length past your stretched lips.

So why?

Your eyes squeeze shut tighter as he pushes in deeper, your throat convulsing around his invading cock. He throws his head back with a guttural moan.

"That's a good girl. Mhm, your throat feels so good wrapped around my dick." He grunts, starting to set a steady pace. Fucking into your mouth, using your face like a cock sleeve.

It was gross. He never did that to you.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the office as he picks up speed, his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each rough thrust. Drool escapes the seal of your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your messed up clothes.

He looks down, taking in the debauched sight of you on your knees, choking on his cock. His dick is spit-shined and glistening, streaked with their drool. Shit. The sight makes him thrust harder, faster, chasing his pleasure.

"Look at me," He demands breathlessly, wanting to see the tears and desperation in their eyes as he uses their mouth ruthlessly. He's close, so fucking close already from the intense, vice-like grip of your inexperienced throat. He grunts and curses, slamming forward one last time before pulling out abruptly.

Thick ropes of cum paint your face and hair, marking you as his. Some of it even lands in your eyes, making them sting and water.

"You're so pretty... You look so pretty covered in my cum," he whispers lovingly, smearing the head of his cock across your messy face, pushing the hot seed into their skin like makeup. "The prettiest girl in the world."

You were supposed to break up with him...

How did it escalated to this?

***

It's not like he's losing a lot... you aren't that special. So why is he acting this way? There are a lot of better options for him, prettier, smarter, and richer girls. Someone who can actually match him, who doesn't embarrass him, worthier to stand beside him.

Why is he fucking you like his life depends on it?

Your eyes already hazy and unfocused, breathing hard as you couldn't count how many times you've already come.

One of his hands snakes up your trembling body, finding a soft breast. He squeezes the supple mound roughly, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he kneads and gropes. He finds a pert nipple and pinches it cruelly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging until it stands stiff and aching in the cool air of the room.

"Hm? Are you already tired? We're just starting," he coo, his hips slamming forward with renewed vigor. He leans down, his mouth finding your neck, sharp teeth sinking into the tender skin. He bites and sucks, determined to leave his mark on you, to claim you as his own. His. He can feel his orgasm building, his heavy balls tightening as he ruts into your abused cunt. The wet, obscene sounds of your coupling fill the room, punctuated by the creaking of the bed and your cries. He's close, so fucking close to filling your cunt with his seed.

"Gonna... hngh... fill this pussy..." He grunts between clenched teeth, slamming home one last time. His cock throbs and pulses as he starts to come, thick ropes of hot cum painting your inner walls. He grinds against them, making sure they take every last drop as he marks your womb with his essence.

Finally, with a last shuddering groan, he collapses on top of you, his softening cock still buried deep inside your tender, cream-filled pussy. He pants harshly against the shell of their ear, his hands still groping and fondling your sensitive body.

"Y-You're an idiot..." You sniffle, "Why me? There's a lot of—."

He cuts you off, "You know, I would never cheat on you, right?" He whispers tenderly, kissing your ears as if assuring. "No matter who comes to me, I would never pay attention to them. Never. You're the only one I want." His other hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his intense, burning gaze.

It was the first time you ever heard his voice to be so... vulnerable.

"The only girl I want... So..." You can hear his voice shake, "Don't break up with me, ok?"

Your eyes glaze with tears, your heart tugging at his words. No, it wasn't supposed to end up like this. You made up your mind a few weeks ago, always nagging at the back of your mind. Ending your relationship would be the best for you two—.

He kisses you then, any doubts in your mind disappearing as his mouth claiming theirs in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, plundering the warm cavern as he grinds his hips forward, rubbing his throbbing erection against your thigh.

Ah, you don't care anymore.

"Don't think anymore, ok? Just let me do it for you."

He starts to rub the broad head of his cock along your slit, coating himself in your combined juices. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll be gentle like the usual... for now." He promises darkly, his voice rough with restrained lust. "I'll make this first part nice and slow, nice and easy for you."

"H-Huh?"

With that, he starts to push forward, the thick length of his cock slowly sinking into your tight, clutching heat. He has to fight the urge to slam forward, to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. But he resists, forcing himself to go slowly, to savor the exquisite feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Ah, you're still so tight." He grits out through clenched teeth, his fingers flexing against your hips as he fights for control. "Such a perfect cunt."

"Too soon! I'm still... s-sensitive!" You cried out but he starts to move then, his hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm as he fucks into you with deep, deliberate strokes. Each thrust pushes him a little deeper, a little harder, until he's finally buried to the hilt inside you. He pauses for a moment, letting you feel the heavy weight of him, the way he's stretching you impossibly full.

"Hehe, sorry can't help it. Does that feel gentle enough for you, sweetie?" He asks, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, yet his angelic face covers it. "Or do you need me to be even more... careful?" He punctuates the word with a sharp thrust of his hips, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

Your brain short circuit by the overstimulation, all you could think about was him, and his big cock, "A-Ah, you— ish... so good~!"

He snarls in feral pleasure as he feels your pussy clench and ripple around his pistoning cock. The way you are moaning and crying out, begging him not to stop... it's the headiest fucking thing he's ever heard. It makes him want to ruin you, to fuck you so hard and so deep that you'll never forget the feeling of his cock splitting you open.

You came in surprise, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, chest heaving, "C-Can't too much..!"

"You can do it," He growls, his voice a dark, distorted rumble. He can feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he fucks into you with wild abandon, "A-ah~ clench this greedy cunt around my dick, dollface. Milk it for all it's worth.

You never saw this side of him before, a more vulgar side to him. Spouting dirty words that's the opposite of his facade. Maybe, you didn't know your boyfriend that well? He was always gentleman to you in bed, always going with your pace and being mindful about his words but now...

"N-No~ I really ah! Can't!" You shake your head frantically, having enough of the sensitivity.

"Yes, you can! You will, sweetie~!"

He buries his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin as he chases his pleasure. He wants to mark you, to leave his claim all over your body for everyone to see. He wants the whole world to know that you belong to him, that you're his to fuck and fill and love as he sees fit. The thought of another man putting his hand on you makes him mad, you're only his and he isn't afraid to take that way for you to be officially his.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetie." He grits out, his hips slamming forward with sharp, brutal thrusts. "I'm gonna pump this tight little pussy full of my seed, gonna breed this fucking cunt until it's dripping with my cum."

Breed?

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing mercilessly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I want to feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you shake and quake as I fill you with my my child."

Wait...!

His other hand slides up, wrapping around your throat and squeezing lightly. It's enough to make you gasp for air, pulse jumping wildly beneath his touch. It's enough to make you even tighter, body instinctively clenching down around him as he fucks into you with short, vicious thrusts.

Too much!

"Now, sweetie~ cum. Now." He commands, his voice a dark and sinful. And with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself balls deep inside her and starts to cum. His cock jerks and pulses as he paints your insides with thick ropes of his hot seed, filling you up just like he promised.

So full...

You gasp out, your skin flushed and damp with sweat. The room spins around you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as you struggle to catch your breath. Body aches all over, especially between your legs. The feeling of his cum painting your insides is strange, unsettling.

Your vision having black spots, your consciousness fading as you hear him murmur promises to you.

"I'll take responsibility whether we have a child or not, we'll get married and have a cute child."

You feel a warm kiss on your forehead.

"I love you. I love you more than anyone else, I only love you."