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Synopsis: your bodyguard having to fuck the brat outta you after you sneak out
CW: car sex, rough fingering, creampie, begging, brat taming, degradation kink, bimboreader, fucking you while on the phone with his boss (your dad)
If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI
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"Get in the fucking car."
That voice. Deep, gravelly, and absolutely dripping with barely contained rage. Toji leaned across the center console, his scarred face illuminated by the streetlights, dark eyes pinning you in place like a butterfly to a board.
"Make me," you drunkenly shot back, flipping your hair over your shoulder and continuing to walk. Your heels clicked defiantly against the pavement.
The SUV crawled alongside you, keeping pace effortlessly. "I'm not gonna ask again, princess. Either you get your spoiled little ass in this car, or I drag you in by that pretty hair of yours."
"You wouldn't dare." You kept your eyes forward, heart racing despite your bratty facade. "Daddy would fire you."
Toji let out a dark laugh that made something clench low in your belly. "Your daddy pays me to keep you safe and out of trouble. Pretty sure manhandling his bratty daughter back home falls under the job description."
You stopped walking, turning to face the vehicle with your arms crossed under your chest, pushing up your already obscene cleavage in that tiny top. "I'm an adult, Toji. I can go where I want."
"You're a spoiled brat who doesn't know what's good for her." The SUV stopped, and you heard the click of the driver's door opening. "Last chance."
Your eyes widened as his massive frame unfolded from the vehicle. God, he was huge—all broad shoulders and thick muscle barely contained in that tight black shirt. The scar across his lip only made him more dangerous, more attractive in a way you'd never admit out loud.
"Fine! Fine, okay, I'm getting in!" You held up your hands in surrender, tottering toward the passenger side on your ridiculous heels. "No need to go all caveman."
Toji was already there, yanking the back door open instead. "Back seat. Now."
"What? Why can't I sit up front like a normal—"
His hand closed around your upper arm, firm but not bruising, and he guided you into the back seat with an efficiency that left you breathless. Before you could protest, he'd slid in beside you and slammed the door shut.
"Toji, what the hell?" You scrambled to the far side of the leather seat, pressing yourself against the door.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pressed a button on his phone, and you heard the locks engage with a definitive click. The tinted windows suddenly felt less like privacy and more like a cage.
"Do you have any idea," he started, his voice dangerously low, "how much shit I'm going to get for this? Your father called me personally when the cameras caught you sneaking out."
Your stomach dropped. "The cameras—"
"Yeah, princess. The cameras." He turned to face you fully, one arm draped over the back of the seat, his body taking up so much space in the confined area. "The ones you apparently forgot existed in your rush to go get drunk and let random guys grind on you at whatever trashy club you were heading to."
"It's not trashy, it's exclusive—"
"I don't give a fuck." His hand shot out, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. "You know what your father said when he called? He said 'handle it.' Gave me full discretion."
Something hot and liquid pooled between your thighs at his grip, at the intensity in those dark eyes. "H-handle what?"
Toji's scarred lip curled into a smirk. "Handle you. His exact words brat .'"
"He didn't say—"
"Didn't he?" Toji's thumb traced your lower lip, smearing your gloss. "I've seen the way you look at me, brat. Prancing around in those little outfits, bending over whenever I'm in the room, 'accidentally' walking in on me changing."
Your face flushed hot. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bullshit." He released your chin, but his hand moved to your bare thigh, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to make you gasp. "You've been begging for my attention since the day I started this job. Well, congratulations—you've got it now."
"Toji..." Your voice came out embarrassingly breathy. "We can't. You work for my dad."
"Your dad told me to handle you." His hand slid higher, pushing your skirt up obscenely. "This is me handling you."
You should push him away. You should scream, demand he take you home, threaten to tell your father. Instead, you felt your thighs part slightly, almost involuntarily, giving him better access.
"Such a desperate little slut," he murmured, noticing immediately. "Can't even pretend you don't want it. Your legs just spread for me like a well-trained whore."
"F-fuck you," you managed, but it came out more like a moan than an insult.
"That's the plan, princess." His fingers found the edge of your panties—a tiny, lacy thing that was already embarrassingly damp. "Jesus Christ. You're soaked through. This what sneaking out does to you? Gets your little pussy all wet?"
"It's not—ah!" Your hips jerked as he pressed his thumb directly against your clit through the thin fabric.
"Not what? Not because of me?" He rubbed slow, torturous circles. "Try again."
Your head fell back against the window, chest heaving. "Okayokay! It's—mmph!—it's because of you, you asshole."
"There it is." He sounded so fucking smug, so satisfied with himself. "You sneak out because you want attention. You dress like a slut because you want me to notice. You act like a brat because you want to be put in your place."
"N-no, I—ohhh god!." He'd pushed your panties aside, and now his thick fingers were sliding through your slick folds, gathering your wetness.
"No? Then why is this greedy little cunt dripping all over my hand, hm?" He circled your entrance, teasing but not penetrating. "Why are you spreading your legs wider like you're begging for it?"
You hadn't even realized you'd done it, but he was right—your thighs were spread obscenely wide now, your skirt bunched up around your waist, your soaked pussy completely exposed to him.
"Please," you whimpered, hips trying to chase his touch. "Toji, please..."
"Please what? Use your words, brat. I know you've got a mouth on you—I've heard you talk back enough times."
"Please touch me properly, please, I need—I need it so bad, please—"
"Pathetic." But he gave you what you wanted, two thick fingers plunging inside you without warning.
"Fuckmmhm!" Your back arched off the seat, a slutty moan tearing from your throat. He was so big—just his fingers stretched out you more than some guys' cocks had.
"That's it, let me hear you." He started pumping his fingers roughly, not giving you any time to adjust. "Scream for me. No one can hear you through these windows anyway."
"Oh god, oh fuck, Toji—!" You were already babbling, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the leather seat. "So big, s-so deep—"
"Just my fingers, slut." He curled them inside you, finding that spongy spot that made you see stars. "Imagine how you're gonna feel when I stuff you full of my cock."
"Yesyesyes please, want it, want your cock—"
"Not yet." His thumb found your clit again, rubbing harsh circles while his fingers fucked you relentlessly. "First you're gonna cum on my fingers like the desperate little whore you are. Show me how grateful you are that I'm even touching you."
The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers fucking your sopping pussy filled the car, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You could feel your orgasm building already, embarrassingly fast.
"Gonna—fuck, Toji, I'm gonna—"
His phone rang.
You both froze for a split second, his fingers still buried deep inside you. Then he pulled his phone out with his free hand, looked at the screen, and his scarred lips curved into the most wicked smile you'd ever seen.
"It's your dad."
"Don't you dare—"
He answered. "Yeah, I've got her."
You clamped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide with horror. But Toji wasn't done—his fingers started moving again, slower now, but deeper. Deliberately pressing against your g-spot with every stroke.
"Mmhm. Found her a few blocks from the house. She's being... cooperative now."
You bit down on your palm to muffle the whine that escaped you. He was going to make you cum while talking to your father. The sick bastard was actually going to do it.
"No, I don't think she'll try this again." His dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with cruel amusement as he added a third finger, stretching you almost painfully.
Your thighs were shaking, tears pricking at your eyes from the effort of staying silent. He was fucking you so good, so deep, and you couldn't make a single sound.
"Yeah, we're in the car. I'll have her home within the hour. Just need to... finish up here."
He punctuated the last two words with particularly hard thrusts that had you nearly screaming into your hand. Your orgasm was right there, hovering just out of reach.
"Understood. I'll let you know when we're back." He hung up the phone, tossing it onto the front seat.
Then his hand was around your wrist, yanking your palm away from your mouth. "No more hiding. Scream for me."
"Fuckkk!—ohmygod!—" The words exploded out of you as he resumed his brutal pace, his thumb grinding against your clit. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm—Aaah!"
Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching frantically around his fingers, your whole body convulsing. You couldn't control the sounds coming out of your mouth—high-pitched, desperate, slutty moans that would have been humiliating if you could think straight.
He didn't stop. Even as you came down, oversensitive and twitching, he kept fucking you with his fingers, drawing out every last aftershock.
"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise made your spent pussy clench around him again. "Such a good little cumslut. Made a mess all over my hand."
"Please," you gasped, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. "Pleasepleaseplease..."
"Please what, princess?" He finally withdrew his fingers, holding them up so you could both see how they glistened with your release. "Please stop? Please keep going? Please fuck you stupid with my cock?"
"Please fuck me" you admitted without shame, too fucked-out to be embarrassed. "Please fuck me, Toji. Need it soo bad."
"I bet you do." He brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, you're sweet. Bet this spoiled little pussy has never been fucked right in its life."
"It hasn't," you agreed desperately, reaching for his belt. "Please, please show me, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want—"
He caught your wrists easily, pinning them above your head against the window with one massive hand. "Did I say you could touch yourself?"
"N-no, but—"
"Then don't." His free hand worked his belt open, then his zipper. "You just lie there and take what I give you like a good little fucktoy. That's all you're good for anyway, right? Being a pretty hole for me to use."
"Yes," you moaned, the degradation making your empty pussy clench around nothing. "Yes, I'm just a hole, I'm your fucktoy, please use me—"
"Jesus Christ." He pulled his cock out, and your eyes went wide. He was huge—thick and long and already leaking precum from the flushed tip. "See what you do to me? Walking around in those slutty little outfits, shaking your ass, making my job fucking impossible."
"I'm sorry," you whimpered, though you weren't sorry at all. "I'll be good now, I promise, just please—"
He released your wrists to grab your hips instead, manhandling you like you weighed nothing until you were positioned the way he wanted—on your back across the seat, legs spread wide, skirt around your waist, ruined panties pushed to the side.
"Look at this pretty pussy." He dragged the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. "So wet and ready for me. Been waiting for this, haven't you? Dreaming about it?"
"Every night," you admitted breathlessly. "Touch myself thinking about you, pretending my fingers are yours—"
"Fuck." His control visibly slipped, jaw clenching. "You're gonna be the death of me, brat ."
Then he pushed inside.
"Ohfuck!" Your screams echo off the windows as he stretched you open, inch by inch. It burned, but god it burned so good, your greedy pussy swallowing him up despite the tight fit.
"That's it, take it all." He didn't stop until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours. "Every fucking inch. This is what you wanted, right? To be stuffed full of cock?"
"Yesyesss, fuck! you're so big—" You couldn't stop babbling, couldn't stop the little moans escaping with every breath. "So deep, can feel you in my stomach"
"Yeah you can." He pulled back slowly, then slammed back in, making you shriek. "This tight little cunt was made for me. Gonna ruin you for anyone else."
He started fucking you in earnest then, hard and deep and relentless. The car rocked with every thrust, the leather seat squeaking beneath you, the obscene slap of skin on skin filling the air.
"Toji, Toji, Toji!—" His name was the only word you could remember, falling from your lips like a prayer. "Feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop—"
"Wasn't planning on it." He hitched your legs up higher, changing the angle so he was hitting even deeper. "Gonna fuck this bratty attitude right out of you. You'll think twice before sneaking out again."
"I won't, I promise, I'll be good—" You were crying now, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your cheeks. "Just keep fucking me, please, I need it—"
"Listen to yourself." He laughed darkly, never slowing his brutal pace. "Such a desperate little whore. Your daddy has no idea what a slut he raised, does he? If he could see you now, getting your brains fucked out in the backseat of my car..."
The thought should have horrified you. Instead, it made you clench around him so hard he groaned.
"Oh, you like that? Like the idea of getting caught?" He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.
"I love your cock!," you sobbed, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. Your second orgasm was building fast, coiling tight in your belly. “Please—”
"Please what? Please fuck you harder?" He did the latter anyway, his thrusts becoming almost punishing. "Use your words, cumslut."
"Please make me cum!" You finally managed. "Please, Toji, I'm so close, need to cum on your cock—nghh"
"Yeah? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?" His thumb found your clit, rubbing fast and rough. "Then do it. Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love being fucked like the whore you are."
That was all it took. Your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, your vision going white, your pussy spasming wildly around his thick length. You screamed his name so loud your throat hurt, your nails raking down his back through his shirt.
"Fuck, that's it, squeeze me just like that—hah—shit" His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering. "Gonna fill this pussy up. Give you what you've been begging for."
"Yes, ohmygod, cum inside me, please, want it so bad—"
"Take it." He buried himself to the hilt and came with a groan, his cock pulsing as he flooded your insides with hot cum. "Take every fucking drop."
You could feel it—feel him filling you up, so much that it started leaking out around his cock, dripping down onto the leather seat. The sensation triggered another mini-orgasm, making you whimper and shake beneath him.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just the sound of harsh breathing and the occasional twitch of aftershocks.
Then Toji pulled back, his softening cock slipping out of you with an obscene wet sound. He looked down at your ruined pussy, watching his cum leak out of you, and his expression was pure masculine satisfaction.
“Damn we made a mess brat” he tucked his cock back in his pants, “you gon pull that shit again?”
You could barely form words, your brain completely fucked out. "Mmhmm..."
"I asked you a question" He grabbed a packet of tissues from the center console, but instead of cleaning you up, he just pushed his cum back inside you with two fingers, making you gasp.
"N-no," you managed. "I'll be good."
"You better fucking not." He smirked, finally using a tissue to clean his hand before pulling your skirt back down.
"Now." He moved back to the driver's seat, adjusting the rearview mirror to look at your debauched reflection. "Let's get you home before your dad sends a search party."
You lay sprawled across the backseat, cum dripping out of you, completely fucked stupid.
BAR TALK - Toji x fem!reader
𝐼𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢ˊ𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑒ˊ𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔
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𝑡𝑤: 𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖٫ 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝘩𝑜𝑙٫ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔٫ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑣٫ 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, degredation (𝑖𝑑f𝑘 bruh)
The bar was quiet tonight.
Not dead, but quiet enough that you could hear the lazy hum of the ceiling fan as it circled the stale air. A couple of regulars sat near the door, nursing beers and talking about nothing in particular. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand, half-polishing it for the fourth time just to look busy.
The door creaked open.
You didn’t have to look up. You knew who it was.
Toji was all broad shoulders and a lazy gait that made him look like he had all the time in the world.
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How it genuinely feels to still be reading fan fictions from fandoms I’ve been in since I was 12
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anyways heres the fic: xo
put to sleep ft s. aizawa
x reader, mdni. tw: shameless smut, pwp, pinv, fingering (fem rec.), he says baby girl once..
wc. 1.4k
The mattress dipped behind your resting figure. Every move made carefully as to not disturb you. Your husband comes to lay pressed to your back, an arm slung around your waist gently.
You stir and turn your head wearily to assess the intruder. Your husband greets you with a soft kiss to the shoulder. He observes you quietly as you shift to get comfortable against him, the blankets slipping down your hips and exposing your bare thighs with every movement. Aizawa can feel the heat rush to his cock when heavy eyes wander to your panty-clad hips and his your shirt thats ridden up, leaving your tummy out.
“Shota..”
The arm around you pulls you close as a gravelly, ‘Mmm’ leaves his dry lips.
“I missed you all day.” you mutter. You feel him shift to rest on his forearm behind you.
“Missed you too sweetheart.” he mumbles, voice thick with something intense as his lips begin their assault on your neck, slowly sucking on the skin. Heat floods your abdomen; a giggle leaves you as he nips the spot behind your ear. Aizawa’s scratchy stubble grazes your shoulder making you mewl softly and reach back to grip his loose, dark strands.
Shota’s hand slips down to your hip, giving it a squeeze before pulling you flush to his growing bulge shamelessly. You let out a breathy laugh, “I can tell.”
He continues to mark you carefully as he leisurely hikes up your shirt, exposing your supple chest to the room. Thumb and pointer fingers go to tweak your hardening buds, rolling them between his fingers between light squeezes to your tits. Heat blossoms in your core like a wildfire.
The same hand trails to the hem of your underwear, fingers itching to move beneath. “Are you going to let me have you pretty girl?”
You look at your husband–no stare, because he looks so fucking good with his hair disheveld and held by you. Low eyes with sleep and lust, all consuming as his focused trained on your plump lips (both kinds). His chest is bare and flushed a light pink, lean muscles tensing with his heavy breaths leading down to his dark, gruff happy trail. You can see is cock straining through his sweats, begging to be touched.
The ache between your thighs only worsens at the sight of him. “Touch me Shota.”
“Please.”
That’s all it takes for him to cup your pussy, fingers wide and teasing. “You’re so wet already.”
“Shut up.” You whisper before pulling him in for a kiss, fingers tangled in his dark hair to drag him closer. Two fingers circle your clit lightly–teasingly making your hips jerk into his palm.
You pull away from him, a string of saliva connecting you before dropping. Your voice demanding when you say, “Stop teasing Shota.”
The hand in your panties grips your thigh and throws it over his own for a better angle. His fingers trace your glistening bud before pushing into your warm, sopping core. The feeling of his rough, worked fingers inside of you was something you could never get used to, your mouth falling open with a gasp.
He’s quick to curl the tips of his fingers and thrust them into you, creating a devastating pace making your hands fly to grip his strong forearm. Your hips sputter at the sensation as you choke out,“f-fuck.”
Aizawa’s fingers are unforgiving, the heel of his palm brushing your clit with each stroke. He captures you in a kiss, muffling your groans of pleasure as he passionately licks into your mouth. His lips move against yours deeply, like he wants your tongues to become one. It all feels so good.
Your pussy clenches around his fingers rhythmically, slick spilling down his hand. His fingers slow, alarming you, “don’t stop, I’m so close.” you croak out against his lips.
“I want you to come on my cock, sweetheart.” His rough voice laced with need and desire, but still gentle as he pecks your lips. How could you deny him?
Your eyes meet his, pleading, “Please Shota, I need you s’bad.”
He’s quick to slip his fingers out of your weeping slit, his hand moving to free his throbbing cock. You shiver at the loss of him. His pink mushroom tip bobs out and presses against your bum as you reach back to grope his length. It’s hefty, long, and pulsating with need.
The tired man sharply inhales when you slowly pump his cock, his head falling back when you squeeze, “s-shit.”
“Mhm, you like that baby?”
He groans loudly, pushing your hand away as you chuckle. Aizawa’s slips your underwear to the side and glides his dick through your folds, gathering your essence all over him. Whimpers leave your lips when the tip catches your swollen clit.
“Shotaa..”
“I know baby girl.”
The strong arm that was resting on the bed slides around your neck, tenderly locking you in a chokehold against him. “I’m going to put you right back to sleep, okay?” He cooes, you feel his cockhead press into your aching heat, streching you open inch by inch. All you can do is gasp as your eyes roll back from finally getting what you wanted.
He grunts dangerously close to your ear when he bottoms out, one hand on your hip, the other still firmly wrapped around your throat. A kiss is planted on your temple as a sign of his forever affection towards you, his girl always waiting for him at the end of the night no matter how late or sleepless he is.
You feel like your going to be split open by the way he rocks his cock in and out of you slowly, but deeper than he ever has. The feeling of him nudging your cervix with every deliberate thrust has you digging your nails into the arm around your neck, whimpering into his hold.
“F-faster, baby.” You urge, a thin layer of sweat encasing your bodies. Aizawa’s stubble tickles the skin of your back while he kisses and licks around, heading to your plea as he lifts your leg further and pulls it up towards you.
Folding you. Exposing you.
You shiver at the feeling of cool air enveloping your lower half. It’s short lived though because Aizawa drives his hips into you faster, fucking you forward. His heavy balls sticking to the fat of your ass with every stroke.
“You’re soaking me,” he murmurs, the arm encircling you tightening making you clench around his legnth. You can feel his cock throb painfully inside of you as he growls out, “You like it that much, pretty girl?”
You writhe instinctively against him but he only tightens his grip on your thigh, sultry moans filling the room. “Mhmm!”
Sounds of hips smacking and heavy breaths for air surround you, back arching away from Aizawa as his punishing thrusts slam into your g-spot over and over. His thumb moves to circle your clit and you bite on his forearm to ground yourself.
He’s too fucking good at this
His thrusts grow erratic and uncontrolled as he gets closer. The thumb on your clit rubs just the way you like it and he only gets louder. The sound of your wet pussy taking him again and again. It’s all too much.
“Shota!” Twitching as you cry out, your legs quake, painted toes curl, and a gutteral sob escapes you.
You’re cumming and it’s earth shattering. Your cunt spams wildly around your husbands cock, leaving creaming white all over him as you reach your peak.
“Fuck, there you go.” His forehead drops onto your back, he groans raggedly, desperately trying to control himself. His hips buck into you briefly making you twitch before he pulls out just in time, spurting his thick, white seed all over your swollen pussy.
Ragged breathing is the only sound as he drops your leg and slips his arm away from you. Both of you falling limp with the exertion of your nightly activities, but not before he pulls your panties back over your cum covered lips.
Moments of comfortable silence pass between the two of you.
The world moves, but you don’t.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, rubbing soothing circles over your hips and thighs.
A noise of reassurance leaves you quietly, clearly lacking the energy for words.
That doesn’t stop him from turning you to face him to pull you into his warm chest, “You sleepin’?” he mumbles playfully and this time, your lack of response makes him chuckle under his breath.
“Okay, I see how it is, I actually put you to sleep.”
..he was asleep 2 seconds later
hey! so maybe its been 3 months..
mha masterlist
streamer boyfriend KENMA takes time away from his subathon just for you </3
timeskip au!kenma x reader, mdni. tw: squirting, lwk fluffiness
wc. 2k
“ken?”
your knuckles rapped at the frosted glass door of kenma’s gaming room. he was doing a subathon and it had been going on for days. let's just say you haven’t been getting much action…
a soft, “come in.” came from the other side of the door. so, you quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind you and walking over to his gaming setup.
he was just talking to his stream and had told them you were coming for a bit prior. they love you.
his audience knew of you for a while before they met you because you’d always bring him food and text him during long streams. them seeing you though? it was a total accident.
almost a year ago now, you came home from the mall and went straight into his gaming room to see him. without checking with him (whoopsies!), you waltzed straight in to give him a kiss. with a tiny micro skirt and loose tank on, you bent down to kiss him right in front of his stream!
of course he let you, but a conversation was definitely had after that.
now, they see you here and there when you come to play 2-player games with kenma (it takes two!) or entertain his chat because he’s dead boring! you guys are their fav loserxhottie couple!
“hi guys,” left your mouth as you bent down and waved to his camera, “can i have my boyfriend back pleasee?” there was a hint of seriousness in your joking tone.
it’s just that… sleeping alone for days while your boyfriend is literally in the next room isn’t ideal. and you miss him cuddling you, eating with you, fucking you—you know, it’s just a lot of time without him.
the chat was filled with greetings and questions, typical of when you’d visit kodzukens streams.
“sit.” he says, gesturing at his lap and spreading his thighs slightly. the action left you staring at his grey sweatpant clad legs for too long before looking up at his face.
he was already looking up at you, expectantly, with his signature half-up half-down, golden eyes, angular jaw. it was overwhelming how good he looked just sitting in his room, t-shirt and sweats, untrying.
his hands reach out to slide over the backs of your thighs and pull you towards him, “chat’s going to think you’re stupid if you keep standing there like that.”
girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'
writing is so hard tell me why this mha fic is kicking my ass and it's not even good 💔
cant wait for paddy vs gaethje
anyways heres the fic: xo
this is part 1. i cant post the FULL one on here for some reason but here is the link to the full writing on AO3 ! pairing: dark!shikamaru x female reader
oneshot au set around two years after the fourth shinobi war where Shikaku DIDNT die because he doesn't deserve that
words: 12467 (had to seperate into two parts because it's so long, OOPS.)
warnings: extremely toxic relationship, NSFW smut, swearing, cheating on partners, general scumbag behaviour from both parties, dependancy
summary: you and Shikamaru have been messing around for years now - never making things official, making eachother jealous in sick games, purposefully going back and forth to eachother, arguing, hating, fucking. now after months of not speaking to him after he got a new girlfriend, you decide its time to cause chaos in his life again.
currently rewatching naruto and its literally snowbunny heaven
✮⋆˙ | Eye Tag
⤷ ゛ SYNOPSIS ˎˊ˗ In which Robert is sick of playing eye tag with you, and decided that SDN’s annual Banquet is the perfect time to make that clear...only, you seem to make it your goal to make him as worked up as possible. :: AFAB!reader x Robert R.
CONTENTS - everyone seems to keep you away from Robert grrr, oral sex m!rec & f!rec a little, 2 creampies (wrap it up), ridiculous tension, exhibitionism and dumbification if you squint, z-team cameo, light choking, marking, p in v, porn with plot, nervous Robert blink and you miss it, spanking, fingering f!rec, deepthroating, slight breath play, Robert is obsessed with your eyes/eye contact, idek this shit just raunchy...
GENRE & WC - smut, 7.4k (oops..)
authors note: not fully edited lawddd, but enjoy