𓂃 𓈒𓏸 𝑴𝑱

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[slutreputation]

POP, POP. LOLLIPOP.

sticky sweet with a dirtier plot.

cotton candy dreams & obsessive hearts,

one little taste & the craving starts.

‧˚꒰💗꒱ 𝐦𝐣 ᭪ 25+ ᭪ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ᭪ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ₊˚⋆

꒰🍬꒱ all stories & designs by me. no plagiarizing and no ai. don’t upload my stories anywhere. just be respectful, yes?

[slutreputation]

truth or dare : they bet they can make you fall for them.

Sae accepted the dare because he was bored. People were easy and emotions predictable. He expected you to be the same. Instead you became the first variable he couldn’t control. You challenged him without trying. You made him laugh when he hadn’t intended to. You occupied his thoughts during flights, interviews, training sessions. Piece by piece his carefully organized life started revolving around someone who wasn’t supposed to matter. Then you learned everything. The dare. The bet. The humiliation hidden beneath every sweet memory. Sae wasn’t a man who apologized often, but for the first time he found himself searching for words that’d make you stay. None of them worked, because from your perspective every meaningful kiss and every vulnerable moment had become questionable. And Sae, who always seemed untouchable, discovered that losing you hurt far more than losing any match ever could.

Kaiser treated it like a performance. Charm you, make you obsessed, leave first. Simple. He loved being adored. He loved winning. But you something went terribly wrong. He became addicted to your attention before you ever became addicted to his. Your praise mattered. Your opinion mattered. You mattered. That terrified him. Kaiser had spent years convincing himself that attachment was weakness, so when he realized you had become the most important person in his life, panic settled in. Then you uncovered the dare. The betrayal on your face was unbearable because for once he wasn’t acting. Every laugh, every touch, every jealous moment had been real. But Kaiser had built your relationship on a lie and now he had to watch you question every memory you shared. The cruelest part was that he couldn’t even blame anyone else. He had destroyed the best thing he’d ever had with his own hands.

Ness only agreed because he wanted approval. The dare had started as one of those stupid conversations where everyone was showing off, and he desperately wanted to prove he could do it too. He never expected you to actually matter. But you were so kind to him - more than Kaiser. You listened when he rambled. You noticed when he wasn’t okay. You treated him like he was enough without having to earn it first. Before long he became completely dependent on your presence, waiting for your messages, replaying your conversations in his head, craving every smile like air. Then the truth surfaced. Ness watched your face fall apart and immediately felt panic clawing up his throat. He tried explaining that he loved you, that none of it mattered anymore, but every word sounded pathetic. Because from your perspective, the affection that had become his entire world had started as a joke. And for someone as emotional as Ness, watching you walk away felt less like heartbreak and more like the end of who he was with you.

[slutreputation]

truth or dare : they bet they can make you fall for them.

Rin never intended to fall for you. The dare itself was beneath him, something he accepted because he was irritated enough to prove he could do it. Everything about it should’ve been easy. Yet you kept ruining his calculations. You remembered things nobody else noticed. You waited for him when he stayed late. You looked at him without expecting anything. You became the one person he actually wanted around. The one person who made the world feel less empty. Then you discovered the truth. Rin had imagined plenty of arguments before, but not your silence. Not the way you simply stepped back from him as if touching him hurt. He wanted to explain that the dare stopped mattering weeks ago. That every feeling after was real, but Rin had spent years pushing people away. By the time he finally wanted someone to stay, you were already walking out of his life and there was nothing he could do about it. It shattered him in a way he’d never admit.

Reo approached the dare with confidence. Getting people to like him had never been difficult. What he didn’t expect was how quickly you’d become part of his life. He wanted to spoil you, support you, share every achievement with you. Somewhere along the way, the challenge stopped being about proving himself and started becoming about seeing you happy. When you discovered the truth, he understood how awful it sounded. There was no excuse. No explanation that erased the fact that your relationship had begun as a game. Reo hated seeing you cry more than anything and now he was the reason. The wealth, the status, the confidence - none of it mattered. All he could think about was how desperately he wanted another chance and how little he deserved one. You walked out of his reach and it was one of the few times Reo broke down. He’d give up the money and soccer to have you back.

Barou accepted the dare for one reason only: pride. Someone implied he couldn’t do it, couldn’t make someone fall for him without even trying, and that alone was enough to make him accept. At first it was exactly what he expected. He said the right things and showed up at the right moments. You lowered your guard. Then something infuriating happened - you started affecting him. His routines revolved around you without permission. He found himself looking for you in crowded rooms, remembering your favorite snacks, getting irritated when other guys made you laugh. The King, who hated depending on anyone, became hopelessly attached. When you discovered the truth Barou expected screaming. Instead you looked disgusted and disappointed. He wasn’t worth your tears. The feeling made him sick, because Barou could handle being hated. What he couldn’t handle was realizing he had become the villain in the story of the woman he loved.

[slutreputation]

꒰ m. kaiser ꒱ : mine? yours.

cw ⌇ handjob ◞ overstimulation

Michael Kaiser had never looked smaller. Not because of his body, after all he was still lean muscle and tense lines beneath you, but because of the way he fought against the inevitable. Wrists pinned above his head, teeth gritted, eyes burning with the last embers of defiance.

“Don’t think this makes me your toy,” he hissed. A bluff from his side.

You only tilted your head, pressing down harder until his hips twitched upward. “You sure? You’re already shaking.”

He scoffed, a sharp exhale meant to sound cruel. But when your palm dragged down his chest, lingering over his ribs, his stomach tensed. You wrapped your hand around his cock and squeezed, and the mask he wore cracked for the first time.

A choke, then a stutter of breath. “Don’t,” he growled. “I don’t—”

You stroked him once, so teasingly slow, watching his head fall back against the pillow. He bit the inside of his cheek, refusing to give you the satisfaction of a sound, but his hips betrayed him with a helpless thrust into your hand.

Did he know how beautiful he looked like this? His blond hair spread over the pillow, cheeks flushed and eyes blown. Delicious.

“Don’t what?” you asked, tone mocking as your thumb swept across the tip, smearing precum. “Don’t make you moan like this?”

His chest rose fast and uneven. “I don’t mo—” the word broke into a whimper as you twisted your wrist, dragging another pulse of heat through his body. He clenched his jaw so hard it trembled.

“Pathetic,” you whispered and his cock jerked in your hand.

The first orgasm was ripped from him, violent and unwilling, a bitten off groan spilling out as his back arched. Hot and messy across your hand, his release painted his stomach.

He went rigid, shuddering, eyes glazed with disbelief that you’d broken him so quickly.

“Scheiße, wait. Stop, I can’t,” he gasped, but your strokes never faltered.

“Yes, you can,” you purred, tightening your grip, dragging him through the oversensitivity until his thighs shook.

He sobbed, the sound catching in his throat, a single tear sliding down his temple. “Please, it’s too much, please, I—”

You ignored him, pumping him back to hardness. So fucking cruel. Each stroke had him writhing, torn between pushing up into your hand and squirming away from the unbearable pleasure. When you leaned down to bite along his rose tattoo, he finally broke with a loud, desperate moan. One hand tugging at the sheets, the other trapped in your hold.

“Say it,” you demanded against his skin.

His lip trembled, pride still clinging. “Say what?”

You squeezed, sharp and firm. His body jerked. “That you’re mine,” you said.

He shook his head, eyes wet. “N-no, I—” you dragged your thumb over his slit, edging him with slow torture. His hips bucked, a sob choking out of him. “Scheiße, scheiße. Yours, please—”

He came again, messy and ruined, crying through it, begging for it to stop even as his cock twitched greedily in your hand.

You didn’t stop. You stroked him raw, over and over, until he was shaking so hard he could barely breathe, until his voice was hoarse from crying, until the proud striker laid beneath you nothing more than a sobbing, overstimulated mess.

When you finally let him go, kissing his sweat slicked forehead, his chest heaved against yours. His voice was a broken whisper.

“Pathetic,” he repeated your word back at himself, choking on a half-sob, half-moan.

You kissed the corner of his wet mouth, murmuring, “No, not pathetic. You’re perfect, micha.”

[slutreputation]

꒰ k. bakugo ꒱ : he’s so mad at you.

cw ⌇ lot of rough sex ◞ public sex ◞ some softness

The alley reeked of smoke and sweat, the air still humming with the aftershock of explosions. Somewhere behind you, emergency lights flickered red over blood-stained asphalt. The blood was yours mostly. By now you were breathing hard, hand pressed to your ribs where something definitely cracked, but the fire in your veins drowned out the pain.

Until Bakugo shoved you hard against the wall with his vermillion eyes wide and wild.

“The fuck was that, huh?”

Nevertheless you couldn’t help your big grin, even as blood ran down your temple. “Saved your ass, I guess.”

“You could’ve died.”

“So what?” you spat like a dare. Daring him to care. Daring him to stop pretending he didn’t feel it too.

He didn’t answer. All he could was staring at you because you were a ticking bomb - something unstable and crawling with heat. Without another word his mouth crashed into yours. No warning, or pretense. It was raw and pure need. Your teeth clashed and tongues fighting for dominance, a battle you lost in all its glory. Because he already shoved your jacket down. He couldn’t fucking stand a single fucking layer between you.

“You’re a goddamn idiot,” he hissed against your lips, fraying.

“Still saved you,” you panted, tugging at his belt.

His laugh was more of a snarl. “Think this means I owe you?”

“No,” you dragged him closer and whispered in his ear, “I think you want me.”

Bakugo growled, actually growled, before he spun you around and bent you over the brick wall. Rough hands yanking your gear down enough until your bare ass hit the cold air for a second. Then, all Bakugo style, he slammed his cock into you. You gasped loudly and clawed at the wall, half because of the stretch, and half from the way he filled you like he’d die without it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hands gripping your hips like he wanted to leave bruises. “You don’t get it, do you?”

He fucked you hard. Furious and almost with panic as his hips snapped against your ass and created all those obscene noises.

“This—” thrust. “Isn’t—” thrust. “Just adrenaline.”

You whimpered, moaned and drooled. Your legs were shaking at this point. “Then what is it?”

He leaned down further and bit your shoulder hard, but his voice was wrecked. “I need you, dumbass.”

Your legs nearly gave out, but he caught you easily. His thick arm slung around your stomach to keep you upright as he slammed harder into your drenched cunt. His words, those simple words, gave him permission to feel.

“Should’ve never let you come with me,” he rasped. “Should’ve never let you slip through the cracks.”

You turned your head just enough to meet his lips again. His lips tasted like blood, the sex, the desperation.

“I’m here now.”

His thrusts stuttered. Your name fell from his lips so easily. And when he spilled into you, it was with a groan ripped straight from his soul, buried deep inside you like he never wanted to let go.

You stood there, panting together while the world burning quiet around you.

“You’re still an asshole,” you whispered.

He nipped your shoulder with a raspy chuckle. “Yeah? You’re still mine.”

He told you then to take a few days off.

Said it with his mouth still on your throat, bruising your hips with his fingers while you were still twitching under him. “REST. You’re not a goddamn machine.”

You promised. Swore up and down you would. But you were also a little menace and Bakugo should’ve known that one of the last things you did was listening to him. Now there you were, panting and grinning as you landed blow after blow on a sandbag, despite your cracked ribs and the blood you’ve lost.

Bakugo froze in the doorway. Dead silence. The calm before the fucking storm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You blinked up at him. “Morning.”

He was across the gym in seconds. He didn’t even give you time to drop your stance before his hands were in your hair and he shoved your body hard against the weight bench.

“You think this is funny?” he snapped with little sparkles flying from his fingers.

You bit back a smirk, loving the way his pupils blown out just from rage. “I think you’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” he yanked your leggings down, not even bothering with your sports bra. “Fine. Let’s see how funny it is when your legs don’t fucking work.”

You gasped as he flipped you onto the bench, pushing your chest down and arching your ass up. His fingers shoved inside your cunt roughly to check how ready you were for him and that you were wet already only made him more furious.

“You’re dripping,” he snarled. “Is this what you wanted, hah? To piss me off? To get fucked dumb before noon?”

You moaned and babbled something incoherent. Partly challenging him, partly begging him to take you. Hard he pushed his thick cock inside you and knocked the air out of your lungs. The stretch made you cry out, legs braced and trembling against the padded bench. Bakugo didn’t give you time to adjust. He buried himself to the Hilt, grabbed a fistful of your hair and fucked like a man possessed.

“You don’t listen,” he hissed. “You never listen.”

Your moans echoed through the empty gym, bouncing off mirrors and steel. His pace was ruthless, punishing, each thrust shoving you forward along the bench. Each thrust made his fat crown kiss your cervix.

“This what you wanted, huh?” thrust. “To be so fucked up you can’t stand after?” thrust. “To feel me everywhere so you’ll finally stay the fuck down?”

“Y-yes!” you gasped, tears springing to your eyes from how deep he was. “Bakugo—fuck—Katsuki—”

His name shattered something in him. One hand slid under you, fingers rubbing your clit in tight, furious circles. You sobbed loudly as your body gave out beneath him, hips jerking against the overwhelming stimulation.

“Cum,” he breathed into your ear with thick heat. “Cum so hard you can’t walk.”

You did. Harder than you meant to as you squirted all over his cock and fingers. Your body shuddered as you cried. He fucked you through it, still pounding, still using like a cock sleeve. He chased and chased his own high until he spilled inside you with a choked groan and a brutal thrust.

Silence followed. The only thing to be heard was your heavy breathing. Sweat dripped down your bodies and you felt boneless.

He pulled out slowly, wiping his hand across his mouth. “Get back on that mat and I swear to god, I’ll fuck you in front of the whole fucking agency.”

You laughed wrecked, but satisfied. “You always this obsessed with me, Dynamight?”

He glared. “No. Just with shutting you the fuck up.”

Still he carried you back to his office and laid you down on the couch there. He even wiped you down and wrapped you in his jacket as he whispered, “You’re not allowed to break before I do.”

[slutreputation]

꒰ s. itoshi ꒱ : you dirty talk him… a lot.

cw ⌇ lot of dirty talk ◞ sex

He thought it would be slow and careful. Maybe a little awkward. You were quiet most of the time, at least when it comes to the usual chit chatting. You simply didn’t waste your breath.

So when you whispered “Take it off, Sae. I want to see you.” as your fingers curled in the waistband of his sweatpants, he figured it was the heat talking.

When you kissed him again, all wet and deep, with your hips writhing up against his thigh, he thought he had you figured out.

Maybe you liked control. Maybe you were bolder than he realized.

But nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

You were on his bed. Sheets half pulled down, a warm summer night creeping in through the window and the scent of your perfume soaked into his pillow. You were already naked beneath him, skin flushed and glowing in the dimmed light.

Sae had just sunk into you. His breath caught, his jaw tight, hands clenched in the sheets beside your head when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.

“You feel so fucking good inside me, Sae. You’re stretching me just right. I’m already so full.” you moaned.

He froze. His hips stuttered once, his breath punched out of him and you smiled. Smiled like you’d just won something.

Your nails scratched lightly down his back and you tilted her head, licking into his jaw as you added. “Do you like it when I say that?”

His mouth opened, then closed. Heat raced up the back of his neck, blooming across his cheeks. He never blushed, but right now he felt it, high and hot and humiliating. “Y-you…” he managed, but you just kept going.

“You’re fucking me so well, baby. Every time you push in, I feel it right up in my stomach. Want me to say it again? Want me to tell you how big you are? How deep?”

An embarrassing loud groan slipped out. His hand moved quick to cover your mouth - like you’d let him. You caught his wrist and locked your fingers together. Wicked little thing.

“Oh, no no,” you whispered, syrup sweet and obscene. “You wanted to take your time, right? Be slow, be gentle?” your eyes fluttered, then met his again. “Then you’re gonna hear every fucking word, Sae. Because I’m not stopping.”

He could barely breathe. He tried to stay composed, truly he did. He tried to keep pace, keep rhythm, act unaffected, but the more you talked, the worse it got. Every roll of your hips came with something new, something even filthier.

“God, you’re so deep. I bet you’d love watching yourself fuck me from the back, huh? Bet you’d lose your mind if I moaned your name like this while I came on your cock.”

“Shut up,” he growled desperately.

“Make me.”

His hand found your throat before he could think better of it, holding you still, steady. His rhythm stuttered into something rougher, more ragged. Forehead dropped to yours.

“You’re insane,” he whispered.

“And you’re blushing,” you shot back, triumphant.

He was. He knew he was. His whole body was running hot. His usual calm shattered somewhere around the second “Fuck me harder, Sae,” and now he was thrusting into you like he had a point to prove. His hand moved from your throat to your jaw, then slid down to your tits, squeezing hard.

You moaned at that, arching into him. “That’s it. Don’t you wanna hear me? Wanna hear what you do to me?”

“I already know,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Then fuck it into me. You want me to come around your cock, don’t you? Want me to scream for you? I will. I will if you keep fucking me like that—”

He cut you off with a kiss, messy and biting. Your mouth would not stop moving, but your cunt clamped down even tighter the dirtier you got. And sae realized, with no small amount of panic, that if he didn’t shut you up soon, he was going to come way, way faster than planned. He buried his face in your neck, breathing hard, sweat clinging to both of them.

“You’re a menace.”

“You love it,” you gasped. “Love hearing me talk about your cock like it’s the only thing I want. And you’re right, ‘cause right now, it is.”

You clenched around him and he whined. An actual, broken sound that slipped from his throat before he could catch it. He hadn’t made a noise like that since he was a teenager.

You giggled, breathless and cocky, and kissed the shell of his ear. “You gonna come, baby? Just from my voice? That’s so fucking cute.”

“I’m going to gag you next time,” he muttered.

But there was no next time yet. Only now. Only you wrapping your legs around him tighter, moaning louder, dragging him closer to the edge with every filthy word.

And when you whispered, “Come for me, Sae. Fill me up, please. I wanna feel you dripping out of me when you pull out,” he snapped.

He growled into your neck. Shoved in deep and came with a stuttering curse, his hips jerking, the heat rushing through him like wildfire. Your words didn’t stop even then and that somehow made it worse. Better. More overwhelming.

He collapsed against you, heart pounding, still buried to the hilt. “You’re trouble,” he said against your skin.

You grinned, smug and satisfied, dragging your fingers through his sweaty hair. “You’re welcome.”

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꒰ s. gojo ꒱ : overload.

cw⌇cursed energy sex ◞ overstimulation ◞ hypersensitivity

You shouldn’t have survived that mission.

You knew it in your bones. Your entire body thrummed with cursed energy - so overloaded it felt like it tore you apart from the inside out. Blood crusted in places you couldn’t remember being cut. You couldn’t breathe without shaking. Your hands trembled violently, fingertips buzzing with unspent power that wouldn’t settle, wouldn’t stop growing.

No, this wasn’t adrenaline. It was your cursed energy that screamed through every nerve. It looked for somewhere to go, to ground itself and to release. And if you didn’t get it under control soon it was going to eat you alive.

You stumbled into your dorm and slammed the door behind you. Pained you sunk to your knees.

“Hey, hey—woah.”

The voice snapped through the static of your mind like lightning - Gojo’s voice. You hadn’t even sensed him in the room. There was so much noise, even more pain. Or was it the other way around?

Instantly he was in front of you. Knelt down while he didn’t know if he should touch you or not. You were hanging by a thread.

“I felt your cursed energy from halfway across the campus,” he said gently as your eyes scanned you to search for the damage. “You’re leaking so much it I thought someone was dying.”

“Can’t—can’t hold it in,” you clutched at yourself desperately. “It won’t stop. Satoru, I-I can’t stop it.”

Your voice cracked as your vision warped. Gojo’s expressions darkened - the usual playfulness erased.

“You’re in a post mission flare. That’s why you’re shaking. You’re overloaded.” his hands rested on your shoulders. His touch felt warm. “You didn’t release any of it, did you?”

You shook your head. “No time. I barely got out and then kept it all in. Too much. I thought I could wait. Thought I—“

“You can’t wait. Not with energy this unstable.”

“I know that now!” your body jerked with another wave. “It’s burning, Satoru. It feels like I’m gonna combust.”

Gojo cursed under his breath. He cupped your face, bringing your gaze to his. Those pale, endless eyes pinned you into place.

“You trust me?” he asked softly.

“With my life.”

He held your face a little longer. Concern flickered behind his expression before he kissed your forehead.

“There’s one way to release cursed energy like this,” he told. “You know what it is.”

“I thought it was just a theory.”

“It’s not,” he shook the head. “Sexual climax. Skin to skin. Intentional channeling. You let someone touch, fuck, anchor you until it drains out with the release. You let me take the pressure. Let me take you.”

You sucked in a harsh breath and he watched the answer rise in your body before you even say it. “Yes. Need it. Please Satoru.”

“Good,” his voice barely held back his own hunger. “Then let me help you.”

He took his time undressing you even as your body vibrated with every breath. Your shirt stuck to your skin from blood and sweat and energy that crackled in sparks every time he dragged a fingertip across your stomach.

“Fuck,” he whispered when he saw your thighs twitch, your chest heaved at the slightest brush of his mouth. “You’re hypersensitive already. I need to be careful.”

You nodded quickly. Soft gasps spilled from your mouth.

“Lay down for me, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Let me do everything.”

You nodded again and laid down, thighs opened from itself like your body knew what to do. That’s why it wasn’t surprised as your back arched when he crawled on top of you.

His cock brushed against your thigh, hard and hot. His cursed energy rubbed against yours like silk, tugging the the overload from your limbs with every caress.

And Gojo touched you everywhere. Soft lips on your throat, hands under your knees and then his forehead resting against yours as he breathed you in.

His crown nestled against your entrance and then sunk into you slowly. The relief is immediately.

Your body pulsed with it. The current finally found direction, flowing into him like he was the only one who can hold it.

“That’s it,” he groaned wrecked. “You’re already starting to calm. Just like that, baby. Let me take it. Give it to me.”

You moan helplessly, back arching as your walls Flutter around him. Every stroke feels like lightning against raw nerves, but he never pushes too hard. He stays deep, steady, wrapping one arm under your back like a tether, grounding you to the bed, to him.

“Look at me,” he cupped your cheek. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re doing so good.”

Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, nails digging in. “It’s—it’s too much, Satoru.”

“No, no, you’re okay.” his mouth found yours, to muffle your cries. “You’re doing perfect, sweetheart. Just a little more. Let it build. I’ll catch you when it breaks.”

The pressure rose again. But it no longer felt like it was eating you alive. It felt like it’s escaping, pouring out of your fingertips, your spine, your cunt. Every place where gojo touched you, fucked into you.

The climax built. You needed to let go or the energy would never stop. Still—

“I can’t. Please Toru, I can’t,” you cried helplessly. “Fuck.”

“Yes you can.” his voice went rough, hand slipped down to your clit, fingers moving fast. “Come for me, baby. Let it out. All of it. I can take it. You know I can.”

The orgasm was nothing like anything you ever experienced. Your brain said goodbye as it slammed through you in hot white waves. Your whole body arched off the bed. Hell, maybe you were even floating as the cursed energy erupts from your core in a blast.

It crackled through the room. Followed by your scream as you lost control completely.

And Satoru Gojo? He held you through all of it while he groaned loudly.

The energy slammed into him, taking it into himself and absorbing it like a sponge. He keeps fucking you through it with controlled, but hard strokes. You clung to him like a lifeline, sobbing quietly as the final waves rolled through.

Only then he allowed himself to orgasm. Jaw clenched as he buried himself to the Hilt, cursed energy flaring in tandem with yours one last time.

It took you minutes to stop shaking. In this time he didn’t move or pulled out. He lowered his body against yours and caressed your face.

“Better?” he panted.

You laughed weakly, broken. “You knew it’d work.”

“‘course I did,” he grinned and kissed your forehead. “I’m a genius.”

“You’re a cocky bastard.”

“You just came so hard you screamed.”

You groaned annoyed and slapped his chest. In return he laughed happily, and you knew that the worst had passed. Your cursed energy had stabilized. Your body, while exhausted, no longer felt like a live wire.

The unbearable pressure was gone and in its place is just Gojo.

He still held you like you might float away and kissed you to ground you and your soul.

“Next time,” you whispered into his neck, “Maybe don’t let me get that close to combusting.”

“Next time,” he hummed, grinning into your skin, “You let me fuck it out before you almost die.”

[slutreputation]

Your cousin Aiku had warned you about Sae Itoshi. As his teammate he knew best which girls Sae went for.

Curious, a little spoiled. Tempted by emotionally detached guys in the hope to change them.

Now Sae had you bent over the couch in the apartment you shared with Aiku. A selfie of you with your cousin turned face down on the shelf behind you.

You were supposed to be at home and studying. So far you’ve learned that Sae fucks like a machine and with no mercy. You were drooling on your own forearm, biting down hard as Sae’s thick cock stretched you open from behind.

You had tried to lure him in with soft chatter and warm giggles. He hadn’t cared for a single word you’ve said. And when he told you to push up your skirt and bend over you had gladly done it.

“Guess he’d hate me when he found out, huh?” he said meaninglessly and spanked your ass. “But you? You’ll come back for this, won’t you?”

“Yes,” you sobbed out.

Sae's hips slammed into you as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Look at you," he muttered. "Drooling on the couch like a bitch in heat."

You couldn't form words, just moaned as his cock dragged against that spot inside you. He reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing rough circles.

"Come for me. Now."

Your orgasm ripped through you, walls clenching, legs shaking. He fucked through it, grunting, then pulled out and painted your ass with hot stripes of come. You collapsed, panting, as he tucked himself back in.

"Clean up. Aiku will be back in an hour."

What have you done?

Sae Itoshi had claimed what was never meant to be his.

[slutreputation]

You were cocky. Smart. Fast.

The prodigy of the female national team. And you had proudly declared that you could’ve easily win against players like Noa, Kaiser, Snuffy. You weren’t shy when it came to your talent, arrogant. Whatever.

Many dreamed of fucking into you submission and gag you, but only one succeeded.

Now your wrists were pinned above your head and your legs were up around Michael Kaiser’s waist, your soaked panties dangling from one ankle like a white flag.

You had a heated discussion with him after a sports event. One moment you were bickering and the next he threw you down onto the bed.

Kaiser gave you five seconds to decide, and when you didn’t move he pounced.

“You really think you’re better than me, du dummes ding?” Kaiser chuckled as his cock slammed into your wet heat with cruel ease. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut or your legs.”

You wanted to hate him. But your back arched off the bed as another orgasm ripped through you. Each venomous word melted on your tongue and instead you cried out.

Kaiser hummed, leaned to bite your bottom lip. “Guess I win, liebling.”

His rhythm kept punishing you, each thrust had your thighs quivering, uncontrolled. Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks he’d show off to the team later.

“You talk so big. But look at you now being a mess around my cock.”

His hand slid between your bodies, thumb circling your clit until you gasped, hips bucking against him.

“Come again,” he ordered. “Greedy little thing.”

Your body obeyed, clenching hard around him. He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours before he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up, entering you from behind without pause. The new angle made you see stars.

“That’s where you actually belong,” he muttered, fucking you deeper, faster, until the world blurred into nothing but him.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you’re anti censorship and against harassing real people over fictional characters

[slutreputation]

You were the sweetheart of the nation. Sister of the Itoshi brothers, and unlike them, you were soft-spoken and loved by many.

Which is exactly why Ryusei Shidou had his eyes on you and needed you under him.

On the day of the Blue Lock event it happened. One moment you were walking along the stands and the next you were gagged and slung over a shoulder like a prize.

“Princess,” Shidou hummed amused as you thrashed and kicked. “You’ll be easier to carry once I broke you in.”

Brought where no camera recorded he threw you onto the bed and tied your wrists to the bedpost. You were angry at the pink eyed devil you’ve learned to dislike. He was loud, rude and obscene. Nothing like you imagined a partner for yourself. Even though you had looked at him. Once. Maybe twice.

“You’re perfect,” he purred, running a hand up your thigh.

“Don’t you touch—“

The words died on your tongue as Shidou grabbed your face and spat into your mouth. It tasted like mint gum and him, and fuck, your thighs twitched. Chuckling he climbed on top of you and spread your legs with his knee. The gesture way too obscene for your sweet-self and the cute dress you were wearing.

You looked away with shame as he pushed your juice-soaked panties aside. The first thrust knocked the air from your lungs. You didn’t want to moan, but your body was a traitor. Cunt clenching so tightly around his cock he groaned and laughed loudly.

“Feel that?” He drove in thicker, crueler. “Your pussy’s already fucking hooked. Doesn’t matter how strong and sweet you are. You were made for this cock.”

You wanted to deny him, but he continued talking. “That’s it. Cream on it. Show me that even the Itoshi sister melts on my cock.”

[randomghostfriend]

I think you never drew Shidou? I honestly would love seeing him in your style 💕 also thinking about you and your grandma <3

Thank you so much, MJ!! 💖🥺 Shidou is very intimidating to draw, that's why I avoided him until now ajdhjajsn

Sorry for taking so long!! My phone's camera isn't the best so I was waiting for the next day to take a picture with sunlight, but I kept forgetting 🤡

I hope you like it 🥺💖

[slutreputation]

love love love this.

look at my pink devil 💕

also shoutout to one of the sweetest artists out there who also takes commissions. cmon blue lock fans, follow her. support her if possible.

[slutreputation]

Bunny Iglesias’s grin was wolfish as you obediently laid down on the bed. His jersey on, pushed up to reveal your tits and plush cunt. Exactly how he liked you.

“Look at you,” he hummed. “From super fan to cocksleeve in two weeks flat.”

Your hole visibly clenched at the words, the patience he undressed himself. The thick scars that ran along his body, his proud cock that weeped at the crown.

Still no preparing, no wetness prepared you for him shoving in hard. splitting you open, again and again, until your toes curled and your mouth hung open in a silent scream.

“That’s right,” Bunny groaned, pounding you so fast in the mattress it shook. “Taught that little cunt how to crave me. Say it. Who owns you?”

“You do,” you keened. “You own me, Bunny. Please. Need to be filled again. I want it. Want your cum.”

Eyes rolled back you were already cleaning. At this point you were too far gone to pretend you had any dignity left. You let yourself fall into the spiral of ecstasy and whimpered for him.

Bunny fucked you through each wave of pleasure, letting you soak his cock, the sheets. After three, or maybe five orgasm, he held your hips down and forced his cum deep into you. Not that you would’ve fought him.

“Open,” he ordered after a moment.

You obeyed, mouth open wide and tongue out. His cock slipped out and he immediately reached down to scoop up the cum spilling from you. Then he fed it to you.

“Muy bien,” he whispered as you sucked his fingers clean. “You keep that attitude and maybe I’ll allow you to ride me next time?”

“Next time?” You asked wrecked.

Bunny chuckled. “Oh mi corazon, I’m never letting you go.”

[slutreputation]

It took Hiori Yo only 18 days to get you crawling into his lap. Thighs trembling and eyes glossed over as you pulled his cock out.

“Please. Please, I want to make you feel good,” your lips wobbled with need.

“Then get on,” Hiori smiled. “Show me how much my good girl can take.”

Hands braced on his chest you sank down on him, your soaked pussy swallowed his cock all the way to the base.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “No fight left, just a perfect little thing made to fuck.”

“Don’t wanna fight anymore,” you whimpered as you rode him just as he liked it. “Want to stay here with you.”

His mouth latched onto your neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin. “You mean that? You want to belong to me now?”

“I already do,” you were shaking, close already, cunt clenching down with every bounce. “Please, I want you to cum in me again. I wanna feel full and be yours forever.”

Hiori hissed and flipped you onto your back. The bed creaked as he fucked you so hard and fast that your brain went fuzzy.

“You’re mine,” he snarled unhinged. “You’ve been mine since the moment I broke you in. My girl. My problem. My obsession.”

Your eyes fluttered as he thrusted deep, holding you there while he filled you again, hot and thick and endless. He didn’t pull out or even slow down. Just fucked you through it, kissed your tears away, and whispered dark promises in your ear,

“You’ll never want another man again, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

You nodded breathlessly, unable to speak. Hiori wanted you since the moment the coach introduced you as his daughter. 18 days until you gave in, but a man like him would’ve waited an eternity.

[slutreputation]

You weren’t supposed to be anywhere near him. Kaiser made that more than clear. Stay away from Alexis Ness. He was dangerous. He was sick in the fucking head.

But maybe that was what you liked best.

He had you tied to the bed of some luxury hotel, outside of the city. Your brother’s name still buzzed on your phone beside the bed.

You didn’t pay any attention as Alexis’ hand engulfed your throat. The other spread you wide open as he slammed his cock into you.

You keened as he fucked into you roughly, leaving your thighs trembling.

“You think your brother would still love you if he saw you like this?” He chuckled, eyes blown and wide and crazy. “Moaning for the man that drives him to the brink of insanity?”

“N-no,” you shook your head. Tears pooled in your eyes from the overwhelming heat.

His tongue dragged over the rose tattoo you shared with Kaiser. He bit down the blossom and shoved in deeper. Your legs jolted as he knocked on your cervix.

“That’s right,” he hummed. “You’re not his good little sister anymore.”

His cock slammed deeper, splitting you open. “Fuck,” you gasped, nails raking the sheets.

He pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and shoved back in. The new angle hit that spot, and you cried out, drool slicking the pillow.

“Yeah, there it is.” His hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back. “Feel that? That’s me owning this cunt.”

He fucked faster, balls slapping your clit. Every thrust was a claim. You were nothing but a hole for him now.

“Gonna come inside you,” he snarled. “Fill you up so your brother can smell me on you.”

His rhythm stuttered, and he buried himself deep, spilling hot inside you. You clenched around him, a broken moan escaping. He collapsed on you, breath hot on your neck.

Your phone buzzed again. Kaiser’s name lit the screen. Alexis chuckled, reaching over to answer it…

[slutreputation]

⤷ BLUE LOCK

⤷ GACHIAKUTA

⤷ FIRE LORD ZUKO

⤷ JUJUTSU KAISEN

⤷ MY HERO ACADEMIA

[slutreputation]

┆ ⤿ solo ⌗

you drive izuku crazy

bakugo is mad at you and fucks you hard

bakugo knows you need to get fucked raw

┆ ⤿ multiple ⌗

jealous sex

they lick your toy clean — one / two