Fishy! My love! Congrats on your milestone!! Can I request Instant Ramen with Ushijima with fem. reader? With the kinks, spanking, praise, and oral (fem. receiving). Again congrats!!! 🥺 💜
but you squirm and squeal under ushijma’s touch, tossing this way and that as pink muscle grinds against your clit. large hands hold their own against your writhing body, easily pressing you into place on the bed. it’s all for naught; inch by inch, slowly but surely, you wiggle from his grasp little by little.
tch.
he catches your eye as he purses his lips and encircles your clit. his hands iron your thighs into the mattress and you can’t help but whine as your head rolls back, pussy pulsing in pleasure.
“toshiii, i need it inside me…”
he stops immediately, waiting patiently for you to look back up so he can meet you at eye level.
“that’s not how good girls ask, is it?”
“toshi, sir.” you try to swallow your anticipation back, pausing as you deliberate—but it seems like there’s no pretty way to say it. “please, i really need—”
“what you need is a good spanking, young lady,” he suddenly growls, flipping you over like a ragdoll, hauling you over his knee. you struggle, kicking your legs in mock protest, shaking your head furiously all the way until his hand makes contact with your eager, perky ass. you hear that ugly ricochet of a sound before you can even feel it, the blood rushing to your buttcheeks before you can even yelp.
“you’re gonna trust daddy to do what’s best for you?”
you’re quick to push an “mhm” out your throat, at a volume that pales in comparison to mere moments ago, tame and dispirited. a bad answer.
smack!
“can’t hear you,” he says, voice steely. you wince at the pain, the sting doubling as you reconsider, mind struggling with the words to string together.
“i, i trust my daddy to guide me…” you can’t help but pout a little, eyelashes batting for effect. “without him, i’m nothing.”
“that’s a good girl,” he says, stroking your hair, caressing your chin. he kisses your temple, palm of his hand coming to cradle your red asscheek.
Instant Ramen, I guess. Can I get Despair Nagito, Fem bottom reader with Dub Con,spanking, and overstim?
𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑!𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐎 + 𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐂𝐎𝐍
cw. fem!reader, spanking, overstimulation
“ahh, this won’t do at all…”
you nearly miss his breathy voice, in all its strained fragility, as his bony fingers detangle themselves from your hips. you hate how unaffected he sounds, like you aren’t laying limp and motionless, head planted into the mattress, choked noises seizing up in your throat because it’s too deep and it’s too much.
“…i miss the cute little noises my favorite plaything makes.”
normally, that would get your stomach swarming with butterflies. normally, that would have your stuffed cunt twitching with desire. but it doesn’t, your tummy swimming in hurt, your walls swollen to their absolute limit, the pain you’re in more than you ever bargained for.
you don’t even notice when he raises his hand.
the sudden impact prompts a sharp crack and a strangled yelp—yours—to do battle with the strange, lewd sounds of your pussy sucking nagito in as he continues to double back out.
it burns, stinging even as he winds his arm back, warmth rushing to the fat of your ass when he strikes down, again and again, your lungs exhausting themselves at his sadistic command.
it’s like music to his ears, the cacophony of indecent noises, and he can’t help but laugh knowing that it’s all of his own orchestration. with clouded eyes he lands another blow, a duller thud that throbs down to your very bone; but all that registers is that feathery snigger, a sign he’s nowhere near done with you.
A Hajime one? Was it the body slapping, and edging one? It may have been mine.
𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 + 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆
cw. gn!reader, impact play
hinata hajime is certain you’re the absolute worst thing that’s ever happened to him. for someone who tends to be so serious and so frank all of the time, he’s easily flustered when it comes to all things you. whatever indescribable quality it is—whether it’s the lilt to your voice when you’re teasing him, or the mischief in your smile when you lean in to steal a kiss—it drives him right out of his goddamn mind and you know it.
that’s why he’s so desperate to take control in the bedroom, so willing to steal away the reins in hopes of catching you off guard and unawares. that’s why it’s so infuriating when you seem to sincerely like it, the feeling that your needy gasps and drowsy sputters inspire something he can only describe as fleeting annoyance.
and then it dawns on him, right at the moment when your toes curl and your breath hitches. you’re rutting your hips into his in an attempt to get off, and he’s sliding himself out when he realizes you’re close, cruel smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you whimper for lack of stimulation.
he likes you better this way.
oh, he’s certain you’re better this way when your lips puff up in a pout, petulant whines bubbling from your throat when he does nothing to abate your acts of protest.
you’ve been robbed of your fluttery feeling, flooded with hypersensitive need as he drags his cock along the edge of your poor, deprived entrance.
“hajime, i was almost there…”
the words tumble out with less composure than you would’ve liked, tone equal parts hurt and disappointment and distress. but he only tuts at your objections, hand coming to caress your cheek as he speaks.
“you only get to cum when i say you can.”
and you’re right where he wants you when he smacks you across the face, the sound like a ricochet as it resounds across the bedroom walls, and it’s almost reward enough for all the torment you’ve put him through—but not quite.
no, he isn’t satisfied until he’s marked you up all across your body, stinging pain down your chest and up your thighs, the rush of adrenaline it stimulates just the extra push you needed to find your release. it fills him with such amusement and mirth when you cream not from his cock but from his authority and discipline. soon enough he’s spilling himself inside you, sucking his breath in as he notices you struggling to catch yours. he pounds you with renewed fervor and thinks to himself that he won’t let you get the chance to.
