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[decayofalice]

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-ˋˏ🕸 KINKTOBER: OCT. 1 ♰ MASTURBATION ♰ Okkotsu Yuuta

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ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!yuuta, pervert!yuuta, mommy kink, dacryphilia, established relationship, slightly mean!reader, mild degradation, slight mindbreak, mentions of yuuta being in heat, no pronouns but use of the word girlfriend, pet names (puppy)

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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ wow off to a rough start posting day 1 on oct.4th! that's what happens when kinktober overlaps w/ midtermtober. first time posting my nsfw works, all feedback/reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy ;) .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.

Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.

And he knows it.

He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.

He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.

He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.

And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.

Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.

He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.

Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.

By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.

You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.

 “Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”

Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it. Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.

“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”

 “--Yuuta?”

Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth. “Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”

You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.

“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”

Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.

“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”

Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.

“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.” “Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly. “Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”

Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”

“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”

Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.

“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”

Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.

“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”

“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…” “Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”

“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission. Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.

“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?” Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…” “Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”

Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over. “Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~” “What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics. “Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”

“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?” “M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…” “No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“Mommy please…” “You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?” “I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”

“Please what, puppy?” “Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind. “Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”

Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines. “Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…” “Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.” “W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up. “I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”

Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through. He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you. “I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..” “I don’t care.” “But I–” “Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”

Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself. “Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before. “‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”

“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–” “No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…” “There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”

Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow. “No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”

Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.” “Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?” “I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”

“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?” “Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out. “And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.” Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?” Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.

“Answer me, puppy.” Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans. “Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” “Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.

“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.” Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.

“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–” “Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”

“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…” You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for. “Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”

Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric. After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.

“Mommy?” he pants out softly. “I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?” “Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?” You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.” “Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling. You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”

“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles. “Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”

“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.” “Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”

Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.” “Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?” “Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”

©decayofalice

[kisscathedral]

Tender is the Prey

bunny!choso x m!wolf!reader

smut; you severely underestimated how horny a bunny can get during breeding season.

✮ top!reader, heavy prey x predator dynamics, blood, rimming, anal sex, choso gets creampied ✮

~ 1.5k words ~ MDNI | A/n: happy easter 🐰✌️

Spring, your favorite time of the year. Where bunnies start their breeding season, all eager and careless and horny, leaving the safety of their burrows to find mates like the stupid prey they are. You've been following the trail of a particularly sweet-smelling one for some time, nose twitching with anticipation. A male, young but full-grown, and pumped with hormones, too libidinous to even think of a wolf pursuing his track, exactly what you're looking for.

Your maw is eager already, overproducing saliva with a hunger only a bunny can still, but you also feel another part of your body pulsate to life, unusual for hunting. You blame the thrill of the chase, not bothering to think further into it. That is until you see him.

He's small, careless like you expected, his shiny black fur disheveled, pink nose twitching. It's almost fascinating to feel your own instincts react - not to kill and consume but to claim and breed. Every one of your senses is utterly locked on the prey, your mind so consumed by the bunny's sweet scent, there's barely capacity to question these feelings for your dinner.

The bunny turns slightly, letting you see his crimson-ringed eyes, tired and vulnerable. Seems like he's been looking for a mate for quite some time. Unsurprising, considering any bunny that had been in your territory lately has long made acquaintance with the deadliness of your teeth. He seems so different though, almost too precious to eat.

His instincts rat out the presence of danger, a spark of fear mixing into his natural scent, and it makes you growl, the stench of fear potenting his sex-ridden pheromones.

He hears the sound immidiately, ears twitching in your direction before his eyes follow. They're wide, perfectly pretty, and terrified. There's a fraction of a second of you two staring at each other, a certain calm before the storm - the bunny snaps out of it and runs.

You're quicker, reflexes sharpened by the years you spent hunting bunnies until not a single one could escape. Your paws hit his back, shoving him onto the ground with a victorious grunt. His body is so warm and so alive below you, that it makes biting his nape until it snaps nearly irresistible. Something's holding you back.

He's frantically panting underneath you, all muscles straining against your weight, every attempt futile. You lean down, snout searching for more of his addictive scent, finding that despite the utter terror, there's still arousal mixed into his pheromones. It only makes you salivate harder, the spit beginning to drip down your bared teeth and onto the animal beneath you.

"You can't run, so don't try," you growl, causing the bunny to go rigid, no longer fighting but stuck in the remaining survival tactic - frozen.

You turn him over, paws remaining on his shoulders to keep him down. His face is even prettier up close, frightened but incredibly handsome for a bunny. His wide eyes stare up at you, darting between your jaw and eyes, his lips pressed together tightly, and nose twitching continuously, taking in your dominating scent.

You lean down by instinct, your teeth hovering just above his throat. Every muscle tingles to bite, kill, consume. Yet, you don't.

"Why aren't you screaming?"

He swallows, his lips trembling before he speaks, voice so very shaky and weak, temptingly contrasting yours. "W-would it make you feel better if I did?"

You pull back, intrigued by the question. Is this bunny challenging you? You can't help the smirk pulling at your lips. "It would actually," you confess, your hand moving to his neck, claws digging into its sides with threat. "So be a good bunny and scream, yeah? Nice and loud."

He averts his eyes from you, trembling pitifully while shaking his head. He really is defying you despite the position he's in, but for some reason, you don't mind. You almost like this game and the feeling it brings, arousal evident between your legs, yet to be acknowledged.

"No?" despite wanting to keep the danger lingering in your voice, you can't stop your amusement from overshadowing it. Leaning down once more, your snout presses against the bunny's cheek, feeling its softness and warmth, all too aware of the blood flowing just below the skin. "What's your name, bunny?"

He doesn't dare to look at you, and you don't have to wait long before his name leaves his lips with a squeak. Choso. Such a pretty name too.

"Choso... you seem a little too excited for a bunny trapped by a wolf."

He squeals beautifully when you press your body downwards, thrusting onto Choso's arousal. You feel him shake even more, every muscle vibrating against you, but you're starting to question if it truly is only fear causing his body to react so extremely.

"M-maybe I like being trapped..."

Your eyes snap back to his, darkened by lustful intrigue. Your hand squeezes his throat, watching the bunny gasp and strain against you. "By a wolf?"

".... by you." So this strange attraction is mutual. You can't help but growl, not sure if you should invite or fight these feelings. Although, your body has long made its decision.

Almost involuntarily, your hips grind downwards again, not to taunt him this time but to still the throbbing hunger between your thighs. Choso's mouth is pliant underneath your tongue as you lick over it, possessive and testing, seeing if the bunny means it. He does, chasing your lick with wanting lips, his face burning almost as red as the color around his eyes. You can't help a grin.

"So you're giving yourself to me?"

As soon as the approving whimper left the bunny's fragile throat, you have him flipped around again, relishing in the surprised squeal. "Don't expect me to give you back then," you mutter against his back, resisting the urge to bite while moving downwards.

He's bare within seconds, and put into position, pretty pink hole twitching for you to claim underneath the perfectly round bunny tail, white and adorably fluffy. It seems almost out of place with how pure it looks. Long strings of saliva drip to the ground, betraying your eagerness before you finally lean forward and lick a stripe up his ass.

His taste makes you shudder, the sweet scent that evoked all of his paling in comparison. You push into him, claiming anything you can reach, humming against his skin before pulling out again, watching a string of wetness connecting you two. Hunger overtakes and your tongue is once again engulfed by his muscles, taking your fill.

He's squirming and panting by the time you're satiated, milky thighs tensed, showcasing the impressive muscles a bunny must possess. Still eager, your lips trail over his back, leaving a wet trail when saliva suddenly mixes with blood, instincts having gotten the better of you.

He screams, finally, twitching away from you after your teeth sunk into him, but he's stopped by a rough hand holding his hip. You shush him, hungrily licking the sweet essence from his trembling back before you move higher to his neck. Your breath is hot against him, both soothing and threatening.

"Too late to run now, Choso."

He chokes on a moan when your cock pushes against him, his hands balling to fists against the muddy forest floor, and another scream rips through the trees as his muscles are forced open for you. Deliberately slow, you keep going, filling the bunny with your thickness, spurred by the pained whimpers - his scent betrays how good you make him feel, how eager he is for more.

You gasp when he's wrapped around you fully, way too warm and tight to handle. Who'd have thought a bunny could be good for anything besides nutrition? You pant against his shoulder, abdomen feeling tight, filled with pleasure and the need to breed this bunny until there's no doubt he belongs to you now. Mercy has become a foreign concept while your hips snap into his, forceful and relentless.

His high-pitched squeak when he comes makes your ears ring, his insides tightening even more, coaxing you into a fruitful orgasm yourself. Your dick throbs with each spurt of cum you pump into him, thick and gooey when you pull out and watch it trail out of his hole.

You're panting, pumped with adrenaline, much like Choso, who falls to the ground with shut eyes and shaking legs. You watch him, catching the almost fond gaze in your eyes and correcting it. This is still a bunny, after all. Prey. Nothing to be admired.

You nudge him onto his back, crawling over his fragile and spent body, finding your face right in front of his. Choso's shaky breaths fan against your snout, his eyes in suspense, trying to read your thoughts through your expression. You lean down to kiss him properly this time, getting another taste of his insides with a searching tongue.

"This doesn't make you safe, little bunny," you growl, teeth grazing his jaw, "it just makes you mine."

[chaepink]

Sub bully gojo like he was planning on fucking and bullying reader when the opposite went way? Like reader had enough of his bullshit and makes him cry and overstimulates him?

Loser | sub!gojo satoru

wc: 2.9k+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, mean!reader -> soft!reader, bully!gojo kinda but he’s more annoying then actually bullying, crying, footjob except he’s clothed, cumming in pants, college au, edging, comparing gojo to a puppy, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, overstimulation, knocking Gojo down a peg, teasing, cursing, mention of reader being shorter than gojo but not important, ooc gojo(?)

note : the writing may be weird… its been a while 😬

"Well well well, look who it is!" You grimace at the all too familiar voice and try to quickly turn the corner but a hand grabs your hand and turns you around, causing you to stumble back slightly but you catch yourself in time.

Furrowing your eyebrows and frowning in annoyance, you eye the person who stopped you: Gojo fucking Satoru. He’s the guy who’s been making your college life a living hell ever since he found out you two went to the same high school. Even though there were several other students here who also went to the same high school, he decided to annoy you for some reason.

The other students in the hallway quickly shuffle to their next classes or to lunch, too afraid to say something that’ll result in Gojo picking on them instead. Of course, they're scared, Gojo is known as a bully who somehow has good relationships with the teachers, an advantage he uses daily. The hallway is deserted now with only you two standing in. You hear the bell ring loudly throughout and your eyes dart to the clock on the wall. Damn it, you’re late to class now.

“Hey! Look at me, bitch.” You scowl deeply as your attention turns back to Gojo. You wonder if he’s aware of his childish personality or not. You assume he doesn’t by the way he continues to act like a toddler.

“What the hell do you want?” You reply, annoyance clear as day on your face. A grin spreads across his face when he sees your attention back on him. God, he loves the way you look at him like that. He quickly shoves the thought to the back of his head.

“In a bad mood today, huh?” He teases, that annoying grin still prominent on his face and you clench your fist into a ball, wanting to punch that grin off his stupid face though you know you can’t. He would just go running to the teachers and higher-ups and get you in trouble somehow.

You let out a small scoff and continue to glare at him before he talks again.

“What? You really think I’m gonna annoy you today?” He smirks and slowly walks closer to you but you grimace. He leans his head down slightly and you frown deeper. You’re already annoying me with your presence, you want to say.

“You should smile more, it’ll make you more pleasant to look at for once, [name]-” He could barely finish his sentence before your anger got the best of you. How dare he act like nothing’s happened?

“What is your fucking problem, you bastard?” You sneer at him as you shove his chest hard, causing him to widen his eyes at your sudden action and stumble backwards before tripping over his feet and falling to the ground on his bottom, his feet on the floor with his knees bent towards the ceiling and his hands behind him to stabilize himself. His legs are spread out slightly and he winces at the sudden impact.

If your mind wasn’t so flooded with anger right now, you would think that Gojo looks rather hot on the ground staring up at you with a flushed face and widened eyes.

Shit, he didn’t mean for you to get this pissed off. He was planning to ask you to come over to his house later or something. Usually you just ignore him and walk off quietly, he didn’t expect this at all. Why are you getting mad? Haven’t you gotten the hint that he bullies you cause he likes you?

You step a foot down awfully near his crotch and he flinches, staring at it with a red face but you don’t notice. You see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. He looks back up at you but quickly looks away when he sees you staring at him so intensely and you’re surprised just how easily he shut up from a simple shove to the ground. Maybe he’s more simple than you thought.

You see his chest rise up and down quickly. The silence is thick and heavy in the air with the sound of his breathing and your own heart beating rapidly in your chest the only noises you hear. The way he refuses to look at you, how red he is, and the way his legs slightly tremble gives you the wrong idea.

Does… seeing you towering over him and staring down at him turn him on somehow? No way, you think.

But when your eyes trail down from his still flushed face down his body and to the place between his spread legs, your idea is confirmed.

“Who said you could get fucking hard right now?” Gojo flinches and his eyes widen, quickly looking down at the rather large bulge in his pants. He tries to cover it with his hands but you quickly kick them away, resulting in his legs spreading even further apart.

Good thing that you’re at one of the more secluded and quiet areas of the school and that not many students nor teachers have classes here.

It’s odd. It’s really odd. How although he could easily get up and run away or even shove you back and say some mean things to you again, he’s not. He’s not doing any of that, just sitting on the ground in front of you like he enjoys it. And a part of you is starting to enjoy the situation as well.

You suddenly remember how although there’s no one in the hallway, there are still some students and teachers in the classrooms near you guys. It seems you two haven’t been loud enough to attract their attention but you know that at any moment, someone could step out into the hallway and spot you two. Though the thought just spurs you on even more.

He hesitates before glancing up at you and swallows again before glancing back at your shoe and it gives you an idea. Without thinking, you lift your foot and press it down on his crotch. The action immediately makes Gojo let out a deep groan and cover his mouth with his hand, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. The sight makes something in your stomach stir although you are still annoyed by his past actions.

Slowly, he opens his eyes back and stares at you, his eyes more soft than before. He puts his hand down and opens his mouth to talk but you notice how he hesitates.

“C-Could we ngh do this in a classroom-“

You quickly cut him off with a scoff. “Really? Do you really think I’m gonna take pity on you after you annoyed me everyday of my college life? It’s not my fault you got hard from just a shove.” You sneer in disgust, making Gojo shiver. “Maybe I should return the favor somehow.” Gojo’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees the anger in your eyes and the way you’re glaring down at him like he’s some sort of useless piece of trash. He feels something throb in his pants.

You suddenly smirk and Gojo has to hold back a whine from the way you look so scary but so hot at the same time.

“I wonder what everyone would think if they were to see you right now, pitifully on the floor like a fucking puppy,” you spit out.

Gojo squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to imagine the sheer shock on everyone’s faces if they were to stumble across him like this in the hallway. But oh God, the way you compare him to a puppy has his stomach fluttering and something else throbbing again.

He opens his eyes again and lets out the most pitiful whine you’ve ever heard and oh does it sound heavenly coming from someone you despise.

“Please?” You contemplate it. As much as you would rather stay in the hallway and ruin him here, you know that if you two were to be caught, you would face suspension and it would ruin your reputation even more. With a sigh and frown, you glance around and spot a dark classroom. Bingo.

You point to it and Gojo’s eyes dart to the empty room, his breathing still fast. He quickly understands it and slowly gets up from the floor.

“Go inside.” It wasn’t a statement, it was an order. He nods and he walks in, glancing behind him to make sure you’re following him inside. As you go into the room, you close the door and lock it, turning back to see Gojo already on the floor on his knees and it makes your heart quicken.

Walking up to him, you before him and immediately return your foot back on his crotch and press down. Gojo lets out a breathy curse from his lips and gasps, his hands obediently at his sides, clenching into fists tightly.

He’s embarrassed at himself for being so easy for you, already at your knees after his plan backfired on him but he’s not complaining. Not when your foot presses down harder which forces a moan out from him and makes his mind foggy. He’s close already. He tells you that and he blushes when you laugh.

“Already? How pathetic,” you tease. “And I thought I would at least get to see you naked first.” The idea of him being fully naked and you fully clothed makes him whimper and he’s quick to open his mouth to beg to get naked for you but you cut him off.

“But I don't think you deserve it after everything you’ve done. You’ll cum from my foot and without taking a piece of clothing off, understood?” He nods before he understands what you said and widens his eyes when he processes it.

“But-” “But?” You raise an eyebrow, daring him to disagree which shuts him right up. You smile and grind your shoe back down on his bulge. “Good, now go on. I know you’re just aching to get some friction, yeah?”

He nods again and doesn’t hesitate for a moment before bucking his hips up against your foot, letting out a soft cry as the pleasure shoots through his body. You keep your foot still and let him do all the work and he lets out a loud moan when a particular thrust has his precum leaking out and dampening his pants.

You feel him twitch underneath your foot and smirk in amusement. “Quiet now, it's still school time, remember?” The reminder has him whimpering, wanting to let out loud noises for you but understanding the environment. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s practically begging with those puppy eyes of his.

“P-Please?” “Please what, Gojo?” He lets out another soft cry, the pleasure being too much. His mind is so foggy from the fact that you two are in an empty classroom and can get caught at any moment and how he can’t let out loud noises like he wants and the feeling of his dick being so hard, it hurts.

And now you’re teasing him. How mean, he wants to say to you. But the chances that you get mad again and leave him here in the classroom by himself with a hard dick is too high. So he begs.

“Please let me cum? Please? I-I’ve been good-” You laugh again. He hasn’t been good at all to you but he has been good at not touching you and keeping quiet. So maybe you’ll take pity on him. Maybe.

“Hm should I?” You pretend to think and Gojo moans, his pace quickening against your foot and he nods frantically. “I don’t think I should.” The second you take your foot off him, Gojo swears he’s close to crying right then and there. His hands subconsciously dart out from his sides to reach for your ankle but your sharp glare stops him.

So instead, he whimpers as tears prickle the corner of his eyes, his dick aching for release. You smirk at the sight.

“Beg for it, Gojo. Unless you want me to leave.” He obeys yet again, almost too eagerly this time that it almost makes you laugh. Geez, knocking Gojo down his high horse is way more fun than you thought it would be.

“[Name] please? Please please please i'll be such a good boy for you i promise!” It’s cute, seeing his glossy eyes and parted lips as he pants like a puppy for you. You swear you see a glimpse of a tail behind him wagging eagerly.

“Do whatever you want to me! Just let me cum, please!” With a smile, you place your foot back on his bulge and press down hard.

He throws his head back with a whimper and he swears he sees stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Ah!- T-Thank you ngh” He goes back to his previous quick pace again and it’s not long till he’s close again. He squeezes his eyes shut, not trusting himself to not have them roll back and he hesitantly places his hands around your ankle to keep it there, refusing for you to pull away again. You click your tongue in disapproval but don’t say anything about it which he is grateful about.

“I’m gonna cum im gonna cum-” He babbles out as he continues to rut against your foot like a dog in heat. “Such a good boy for me, telling me that you’re close and not cuming without permission.,” you praise and you swear his hips stutters at that. A sucker for praise, it seems.

His eyes shoot open and it's clear what he’s begging for. “Go on, cum.”

And he does almost immediately. One of his hands shoots up to cover his mouth as he muffles his choked moans and whimpers and your eyes look down to see the spot where his crotch is quickly dampening as he cums.

But you don’t stop, you actually speed up. Gojo feels your foot continuing to grind down on his now damp crotch and he can barely hold on, his hand dropping from his mouth back to hastily hold onto your leg. His eyes widen and curses sputter out of his mouth in stutters.

“S-Shit wait! I’m ngh not ready-” You grab a handful of his hair and yank on it hard, forcing him to look directly at you and let out a rather loud whine. He stares at you with tears ready to fall down his face and oh does he look good like this. He’s on his knees, his hips bucking up to your foot as if he didn’t just say he’s not ready, face flushed such a pretty pink as he stares up at you like you own him. The tight grip you have on his hair has his scalp prickling in pain in such a good way that he almost begs for you to yank harder but another moan escapes him before he can.

“Come on, you were begging so nicely earlier,” you say mockingly, a feign pout on your face as you stare down at the once confident man. “Don’t you want to cum again? I think you got some more in you, yeah?”

He immediately nods and lets out a cry when you step down even harder on his clothed dick and pull on his hair harder. Shit, he’s already close again, the overstimulation getting to him and making it feel all so much better. He can barely even talk or speak full sentences anymore, only letting out mainly whines and whimpers and a few babbles here and there.

Each tug of your hand, grind of your shoe, and praise or degradation you graciously give to him has him soon crying out of pure pleasure. Tears streak down his face slowly as he gets closer to cumming again. You’re almost jealous of how pretty he still is while crying.

“Cum.” That’s all he needs to hear before his hips stutter again and he lets out a quiet sob, cumming for the second time and staining his pants even more.

His pace slows down before stopping, his breath slowing down. He slowly leans forward to lean his cheek against your leg and your breath hitches at the sight. You can feel his hot breath against your leg as he stares up at you with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s mumbling under his breath and you swear you hear “thank you’s” coming out quietly.

You can’t help but lean down slightly and run your hand through his hair, hearing a soft hum coming from him as he sighs when your hand moves down to caress his damp cheek, nuzzling against it.

The sudden sound of the school bell ringing snaps you two out of the trance. Right, you two are still at school in an empty classroom. You hear the other students rush out of the nearby classes to leave and return home and you’re glad that you two aren’t in view of the door window.

You hear a sigh coming from Gojo and you look back at him and see him smile up at you.

“I… enjoyed that,” he murmurs shyly and you can't help but smile. “You did so good for me.” He whines and blushes and you swear you feel another twitch from his crotch.

Let's just say that you two continued to meet at that spot many times after that.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[sugurusdomme]

I will literally eat up whatever you post, please just let it include the nastiest wettest overstimulation possible🥹

a/n: something short and sweet to pull me from my break i say!

warnings: dom!reader, sub!character, gn!reader, bodily fluids, overstimulation, crying, drool, fingering, handjobs, multiple orgasms mentioned, begging

he's already covered in so many liquids. his skin is sticky from a mix of cum, sweat, saliva, and tears. under the moonlight from the window, it makes him glisten like a diamond--a slutty diamond that keeps crying for more and less at the same time.

every inch of his skin feels like it's on fire. the tingling sensation hasn't gone away since his first orgasm, and that was three ago. it's almost as if there's a wave of sensation washing over him each time you lazily stroke his cock, and the tide has no intentions of going out any time soon.

"nghhh... please..." he begged, voice barely above a mumble and so slurred you almost want to tell him you don’t understand him just to watch him whimper at the thought of using what little energy he has left to repeat it. however, the trail of drool dripping from his mouth persuaded you to give your darling a break.

"please what, my baby?" you ask in response, a hand coming up to his face to cup it and glide your thumb under his eyes, wiping away the tears only to have them replaced immediately with new ones.

he bites his lip, a gorgeous note of whine and moan leaving him as he blinks up at you with bleary, glossed over eyes. if it was possible, you'd say he looked more distressed after you asked the question, his pretty head shaking as he hiccuped.

"i don’t... i don’t know..." he cried pitifully, breaths coming out in short gasps as he arched into your fingers.

your hand moved down, grazing his balls just to watch him flinch before reaching his loose, wet, raw hole that clenched around nothing under your gaze. it pulsed, blinking at you like it was both desperate and afraid of you entering it again. not that it would hurt anyways, after all, it was leaking lube down between his cheeks and onto the bed beneath him.

"well... you have to tell me something, sweetheart." you told him. the condescension in your voice laced over mock comfort made him preen and blush. everything was just so fucking overwhelming. you could touch the tip of his nose and he'd sob.

his breathing picked up again, unfocused eyes watching you like you were the only thing keeping him even vaguely grounded. you looked so put together compared to him. just staring at the way your skin was soft and dry, your hair was still nice, and your expression was still sobered all made him want to curl up from embarrassment and arousal.

he opened his mouth again, trying to say something, anything, but he didn’t know what he wanted. all he knew was that he felt like he was high and also deep in some broken version of his mind at the same time. his shaking hands reached up to wrap around your neck, wanting you closer despite how sensitive he was and mewling into your shoulder when you conceded, pressing your perfect body and clean skin against his ruined, messy one.

"awww, my sweet baby." you cooed into his ear, voice soft and everything he needed for his eyes to roll back and his legs to fall open again, begging you for more even if he was already so shattered from what you had given him.

"please..." he begged again, voice trailing into a soft breath as you smiled down at his pitiful form.

"please, what?" you asked again, fingertips trailing slowly up his thighs, hips, sides, and ribs before going down again. his whole body quivered under the touch, trembling like a leaf, or a delicate butterfly fluttering in your palm.

"m-more." he whispered, face blossoming into a bright red from shame as he let out a soft plea for more despite how much you had already given him.

"as you wish, my love." you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and making him sob before burying his face in your neck.

your hand wrapped around his dick and he screamed against your skin, biting it to try and stop the whole neighbourhood from hearing. but, when your other hand slowly circled a finger around his rim before pushing into his sloppy, wet hole, he couldn't hold back the way his hoarse voice broke through the walls of your bedroom.

by morning, you'd have the city filing a complaint that would swiftly be thrown in the trash as you brought your darling back to bed for another dozen rounds.

YUJI, giyuu, kaeya, SIGMA, mammon, haibara, shigaraki, your favs <3

a/n: guess who's baaaaack 😛 i've decided to open requests back up for a little bit to get new inspo but don’t worry i'll still be working through my old ones. missed you lovelies!!

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[yufuinbby]

Teaching Him a Lesson | sub!Naoya

wc: 787 | pairing: f!dom reader x sub!naoya | ib: @chaepink

tags: f!dom reader, degradation, mean! reader, unprotected sex (don't even think of doing this), riding, p in v sex, sadism, slight violence, implied lack of lube (do better, that definitely hurts)

tldr: after getting sick and tired of your new husband's big mouth, you become determined to find a way to shut him up and teach him a lesson.

“You plan to produce an heir with this?”  You sneer, feigning disappointment as your new husband covers his face in shame. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you weren’t even moving. It should be a crime to be this small!” You couldn’t quite make out what he was saying as he whined and writhed beneath you, but you were sure you heard him begging you to stop your laughing. How could you, when he’d done such a 180? You almost didn’t recognise him!

“Where’s the man that said he’d make a woman out of me, is he on vacation?” He seemed almost teary-eyed now, as if the embarrassing memory of his past bravado was too much to bear. You preferred him like this, speechless. In fact, the view of him beneath made you think the marriage might actually work. You giggled to yourself, the self-proclaimed successor of the Zenin clan had never looked so cute. He wouldn’t even make contact with you, neither eye nor physical, as you bounced up and down on him. You had a mind to place his hands on your hips, if only to force his hands away from his blushing face, but something about him still trying to appear in control made you hesitate. It was a nice attempt, really. Watching him try to be the big, strong man.

The sight made the burn in your legs easy to ignore, he just looked cute as a button. Moaning like a bitch in heat, so red he looked sunburnt. If only everyone could’ve seen him. They wouldn’t have been able to help themselves either.

“I know I was wrong, but do you have to be so mean?” Mean? Sure, you had teased him, but surely he didn’t think this was mean. He hadn’t seen mean. Not yet. After all he’d put you through, leading up to your sham marriage, surely he didn’t think this was as far as you’d go. Calling him a tiny, limp dick was nothing.

“Mean? You haven’t seen mean yet, would you like to?”  You could’ve sworn you actually caught fear on his face, as he rapidly shook his head. At this your movements completely stopped, and you pulled yourself fully away from him. After taking in the image of him completely fucked dumb before you, you grabbed him by his poorly bleached hair. Making a note to get him a new conditioner, if he even used one.

His eyes couldn’t help but meet yours now, as you continued to grip his hair with one hand and tightly hold his face with the other. He was slightly drooling but could do nothing about it, you wondered how long the shame of this night would haunt him. You hoped it’d be forever. Momentarily, he looked down but didn’t do it for long after you once again forced his head up. It was obvious he longed for your heat to return, but he’d asked for mean, hadn’t he?

“I’m s-sorry, please forgive me. And please don’t stop,” He whined out. It had been fun, truly. If it wasn’t for his off comment, you probably would’ve never stopped. But, unfortunately, he just had to spoil things with his big mouth and remind you of exactly who he was. A fuckin’ idiot. One who was so desperately in need for a punishment, and perhaps a gag. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it. A way to finally shut him up and use him how he was intended to be.

“You just never shut up, do you?” Once again, you caught an expression of fear flash across his face. It was a sight you’d do well to commit to memory. You knew you’d see it again, but the first time was always the best.

You relinquished your grip on his hair, as you felt around the bed for your panties. Upon finding them you looked at him once more, with his mouth agape, panting like a wanton dog. Smiling, you shoved your panties in his mouth and released him completely, before pushing him back down against the mattress.

His chest rapidly raised and fell, as his body somehow got progressively redder. Maybe you had read him wrong, his fear now resembled anticipation. If he thought this night would be fun, you’d make him wish you’d struck the fear of God into him instead.

You leaned back and licked your middle and ring finger, as you peered down at him through a sneer. He’d be sure to learn who was in charge today.

“Seems like I still need to teach you a lesson.”

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[soldeclair]

pretty boys who get off by you worshiping their entire body up and down just as God intended, licking your way up from his feet to his ankle and calf, to his thigh, moving onto his stomach, his neck and finally getting to his face. his obsession for your interest in his pleasure gets worse when he feels you sniffing his skin as if you were an animal getting it's prey's ready to consume. you haven't done anything sexual and yet, it's already too much for the poor thing ; he's panting and calling your name as if he was in pain. he needs more, and you know it.

but you won't indulge him in his wants, yet, he needs to learn that sometimes things don't always go your way. so you drag your nose all over him, your mouth getting scarily close to his parts, teasing it and pushing his thigh forward with one hand. your touch feels hot and nice, and he can sense his face getting redder and redder. your tongue finds it's place on his lower belly, leaving love bites and hickeys for you both to admire.

he pleas. so hard it feels like you're his divine entity. "I'll be good.." he promises. he knows you don't believe him but it doesn't hurt to ask.

[fuzzywatermelon]

stop ignoring me! (fem reader x sub! male character)

mentions of mommy kink (referring to reader, no smut); toxic reader?

notes: this is inspired from a scaramouche blurb around 2020-2021 (?) where he was being ignored and that really rewired my brain ever since lol. i think the author already deactivated so i can’t find it anymore. :(

“hey, i’ll be heading to the grocery store. is there anything you want?” he casually slid into your shared room leaning against the wall, all prepped up to go outside.

you two just had a minor argument earlier. it eventually ended since you two were exhausted in rebutting the other. needless to say, hurtful words were said.

there you were, draped against your bed. you don't say anything, though. he scrunches his nose at your silence but doesn't read into it.

“so… i’ll take that as a no, then?”

you still don't say anything. you didn't even move your head at his direction—you were just on top of your bed minding your own business, your eyes glued to your phone screen. or were you?

“okay..? i’ll go… i’ll see you later. bye, love you.” he made his voice a little bit louder in uttering the last phrase.

yet, still no reply.

okay, what the fuck was your problem? you probably were still mad from the argument earlier.

why weren't you saying anything to him? you weren't normally like this. maybe… you were just wearing earphones? but he didn't see them attached to your ear canals.

pissed off, he walked away without shutting the door and went to the grocery store as aforementioned.

hmm, he bought some snacks and softened up after walking through the aisles. i suppose, she just had a bad day, especially because of me, he thinks.

oh god, why did the argument even start in the first place? he feels dejected upon realizing that he hasn't verbally apologized. (not that you did, either.)

i feel so bad thinking so wrong of her, mmm, she doesn't deserve it! he frowned at the internal battle he was having, regretting how he could even think of being mad at you.

he was stuck at the produce section, since he was stuck in his mind thinking of you. maybe you'd like some fruit? you would love it. he smiles.

he's back at your home, carrying paper bags filled with the food that he just bought earlier. the door to your room was shut. weird.

he gently knocked at the door anyway.

“hi? i’m back… i brought some snacks! we can watch a movie and eat them. i even bought some fruit! haha, i can peel some oranges for you…” he rambled, as you haven't opened the door yet.

silence.

“..?” ten minutes have passed and you still haven't answered him. were you okay?

“baby? are you asleep?” right, that must be it.

he placed the paper bags down by the door and decided to ring your phone.

not even one second, and his screen flashed ‘call declined.’

ah? um.

oh. oh.

so you were awake… was he that horrible earlier? deep breaths, deep breaths, he reassures himself.

he began knocking again.

“b-baby?” he stuttered, trying to calm himself.

still no answer. what?

“mmm, baby, if this was about earlier… mm’sorry, okay? i shouldn't have said all those things… m’sorry i hurt you.”

still silence was met with his apology. his heart was pumping out of his chest—but your silence was louder than his heartbeat.

“baby? m’sorry. please let me in?” he breathed out shakily. why weren't you answering?

his desperation seeped through as he begins to insistently slam his fists against the door, over and over and over. still no response from you.

he couldn't take it anymore. his breathes developed into quiet sobs followed by the loud knocks.

“nnngh!” the tears trickling down his cheeks began to trail faster, making his cheeks heat up.

it's like the bile in his stomach rose up to his throat, pricking painfully. ugh, he was crying so pathetically now.

“b-baby! m’sowwi! don’ ignore me, puh-lease! luh— let’s watch a m-movie?”

oh no. oh no no no. were you… breaking up with him? was the argument earlier the final straw?

stupid, stupid, STUPID. he was so FUCKING stupid.

the dam breaks as his body sank down to the ground, blubbering endless apologies. his face was covered with dried tear stains while the fresh ones still trickle down. his snot was all over.

“hngghhh, h-hah! m’sowwi mommy, m’sowwi! don’ break up with me, p-please!” he swallows, and then continues. “please be mad at me! y-yell at me instead! punish me! i’ve b-been so bad! a b-bad boy! i can't t-take it! don’ leave me!”

he whimpers on the ground, his heart hurting from the thought of you leaving him for good. oh, you were so good to be true. he sobs harder.

“m-mommy… ngh…” he passes out from the overwhelming emotions eating at his heart.

well, little did he know, you were ignoring him on purpose. you thought it would teach him a lesson but you went too far. so cruel, weren't you?

he didn't make a sound anymore, rendering you worried. you got up from the bed and went to the entrance, finally opening the door.

there he was, all fast asleep on the ground. curled up, his face was a mess. he must be so exhausted. you cooed at your boyfriend.

“mmm, sorry baby, i went too far… but, you were so cute…” you whispered, kneeling down. you pet his hair gently, brushing your nails against his scalp.

he moaned a little at the sensation. he latched unto your waist unconsciously, surprising you. you two were now in an awkward position. his head was against your inner thigh, hugging your waist tightly.

“mnngh, m-mommy…” he whimpered in his sleep, nuzzling against you.

now that turned you on. after making him cry so much, you felt a little guilty in feeling a bit horny after he literally poured his heart out earlier.

“oh shhh, my baby. mommy's sorry for leaving you out here. shhh, let me make it all better.” you cooed at him.

you carried him to your bed, much to your dismay since he was heavy.

he felt a strange sensation when you placed him on the fluffy bed, which in turn jolted him awake. you also were shocked. he was usually a heavy sleeper.

“m-mommy?” he whispered groggily.

“hi, my angel. did you nap well?”

he quickly clung to you tightly, making you breathless. literally.

“d-don't leave me.” the waterworks were starting again.

before you could say anything, he sobbed heavily.

“m-mommy, m’sorry, m’sorry, i di’nt m-mean what i said e-earlier. the argument was stupid. i-i’m stupid. m’dumb. i can't handle you treating me like… like i don't exist. i’d rather die.”

you cooed at him again, rubbing his back comfortingly.

“shhh, i’m sorry as well. i’m sorry that i hurt my baby. mmm, my sweet, precious boy.” you look at him with tenderness, as if you weren't neglecting him purposely earlier.

so cruel. but he doesn't know that.

“mmm! n-no, s’all my fault. i was bad…”

“shhh, we're having none of that. let's watch a movie now, hm? you mentioned that there were snacks?”

he sniffed and smiled against your shoulder, humming in agreement.

“o-okay… love you.” he whispered wetly. you didn't say it earlier, after all.

“love you too, baby.” you smiled.

so cruel.

[sakeofluv]

sub character x dom!reader

something about pretty boys and their back arching. the way their spine curves so beautifully when they reach their breaking point, as you stimulate their cock so nicely. touching their skin here and there, making them shiver under the light pressure from your fingers. it’s nothing but at the same time it’s too much, you’re pleasuring them but you’re also edging them, refusing to indulge in their needs.

and their sounds, god their sounds. so highly pitched and so soft compared to their usual voice, whimpers and pants accompanied by little “please please please..” when you pinch their nipples oh so gently. licking and biting their neck, admiring the purple-ish spot on their skin. such an adorable boy, you thought.