"please? it's the only way i can fall asleep." ☆

you can hardly hear choso's words, they're muffled into the crook of your neck, but you can hear the desperation in his tone as clear as day. he always gets like this when he's been away... touchy. horny.

"i'm pretty sure i've seen you sleep standing up like a horse," you grumble, trying (and failing) to push the mass of body weight off you. "we just had sex, cho, i've got enough of you inside me as it is. we don't need to cockwarm."

you aren't wrong, he told you he's been 'saving up' for you, and it wasn't an understatement. he's only been away for a week, but you're almost bloating with what feels like a months worth of unspent cum inside of you. you'd think, if he weren't so insistent about keeping you all to himself, that he was trying to fuck a baby into you.

"even better," he lifts his head and looks down at you, his cock already hard again and pressing against your sore thigh. "i can... plug you up. keep it in."

"very unhygienic. do you know anything about PH?"

"what? i don't use that site anymore. it makes my stomach hurt. feels like cheating."

"no, i mean—" you blink up at your boyfriend. "wait, what?"

"why would i want to watch other people do those things? i'm not a cockholder."

"cuckold, baby."

"i'm not a cuckold."

you can't help the laugh that slips past your lips. it makes choso laugh too, though you're sure he doesn't know why the two of you are laughing.

laughter turns into kisses somehow, as it usually does, and then kisses quickly turn into a wet tongue trailing down the column of your neck. his tongue laves at the juncture of your throat and shoulder, slow and sloppy like it's new skin he's exploring and not the same flesh he's conquered ten times tonight.

"wanna fall asleep inside of you," he pleads. "i'll be so good, i won't move or anything. you'll hardly notice me."

well that's a fucking lie if you've ever heard one. choso is more than big, and has a tendency to force your body to tighten up around him in some twisted biological ploy to keep him inside of you.

still, the idea is appealing. you always find yourself melting into his pleads, especially since he asks so nicely... "fine," you groan. "okay. you can put it back in, but we are going to sleep."

"i promise," he practically moans already pulling one thigh open to fit himself at your entrance. "thank you thank you thank you."

despite having taken him countless times already, you still gasp at the stretch of him pushing inside of you. you wonder if you'll ever get used to it.

he drapes his weight over you once he's buried himself to the hilt and you let out a deep sigh in turn. you can only describe how well he fits inside of you as natural—like every inch of him was moulded to fit your heat without fail.

"see?" he whispers against your jaw, kissing the corner of your mouth before tucking his face back into the crook of your neck. "i could stay like this forever."

and for a little while, he does. he relaxes fully, the only indicator of him still being awake is the sweet hums he lets out as you card your fingers through his hair and scratch gently at his scalp. and, despite his weight on top of you, relaxation takes hold quick, and you find yourself drifting off into the comfortable embrace of slumber.

until he moves, of course. his shoulders tense and his face scrunches up against your neck in obvious frustration.

"don't," you keep your eyes shut beneath him. "don't you dare."

he shifts against you, cock twitching where it’s locked deep inside. "but—"

"choso."

he groans pitifully and lifts his head just enough to look down at you. "i need to move."

"you promised," you crack one eye open to look at the flush decorating his cheeks, visible even in the low light. you try and keep a stern look on your face, but you're already shifting your hips in anticipation. "we need to sleep."

choso's forehead drops down to press against yours. he screws his eyes shut, looking a lot more distraught than need be. "i know, but i..." he swallows hard, and you can feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you, "...i wanna fuck you so bad."

“missed me, princess?” suguru whispers against your throat after he’d slipped into your room after midnight. moonlight slices through the blinds, painting silver across your skin as he peels your shirt away.

he’s been doing this for weeks: sneaking in while satoru sleeps next door, corrupting his perfect little sister one deep thrust at a time. you started innocent—soft gasps, shy touches—but now you arch into him, greedy, begging with your body for everything he gives.

suguru flips you onto your stomach, spreads your thighs wide, and presses the fat head of his cock against where you’re already dripping for him. he pushes in slow and deliberate—stretching you open around his girth, inch after thick inch. you bite the pillow to muffle your cry, but suguru pulls your hair back, forcing your head up.

“let me hear you,” he says and sinks deeper, kissing your cervix with a groan as your pussy clenches around him. he pulls back and slams in again—harder, the headboard knocking the wall shared with satoru’s room. your moan spills out—loud and desperate.

“that’s it,” suguru breathes, lips at your ear. his thick cock drags along your walls, pumping you full, stretching you so good you’d always let him come into your room in the middle of the night. “let your brother hear how i ruin you. let him hear his perfect little sister taking my cock like the good girl she is.”

he never pulls out fully—always comes inside, flooding you with his hot and sticky cum. it’s his favorite part: corrupting you so completely, filling his best friend’s innocent little sister until you’re dripping his cum while satoru sleeps next door.

the thought that one day satoru might catch you—hear the moans, burst in, see his perfect little sister stuffed full and ruined—only makes suguru fuck you harder, darker, more possessive. he just loves you so so much.

bsf Nerd! Toru fks you in the ass after Frat! Kuna breaks up with you

How did you end up here, with Satoru Gojo - the biggest nerd in college and your childhood best friend - squirting a generous amount of lube on your ass, all down his thick cock, pressing inside and stretching you out? muttering your name like a mantra, his fingers pressed into your hips, glasses about to fall off his face?

Well, for starters - your ex boyfriend Sukuna broke your heart.

He ended up with some other girl over you, purely because she was the snow dealer, so it was quick he just brushed you aside- all of this when the night before he'd been fucking you with your back arched. Sukuna was always mean with it, pounding his thick length in your cunt, finger slipped in your other hole.

All that threatening to fuck you in the ass but he never did. He was just kind of awkward looking for a six foot five jock - when you caught him snorting lines with his new girl, at least he had the tact to break up with you before he let her sink to her knees and suck him, while you were walking back in to grab your keys.

So you go and have a good cry with your best friend, Satoru Gojo. The two of you were mathletes after all, until Sukuna you had it bad for him, but he never crossed that line. Forever in the friend zone you long gave up that crush - but he was right there for you when you knocked on his door tonight.

He has your favorite movie on, bought you your favorite wine, kissing your head so sweetly as you snuggle against him. His glasses are just a little askew when he pulls back, so you gently fix them on the straight bridge of his nose, sipping your glass and trying to just forget everything.

"You are so sweet to me Satoru," you murmur ever so softly, brushing your hand across his cheek. "I missed you lately."

Sukuna was jealous and possessive so you barely saw Satoru- especially since Sukuna was convinced the boy was in love with you.

Well he was.

So in love in fact - Satoru made sure that he still saw you every morning, even though you didn't see him. He'd sneak over where you got coffee every morning just to look at your beautiful face, to get a glimpse of you looking all cute, only to lose it when Sukuna had his hands all over you.

The endless nights of jerking it to you religiously, of knowing everything about you, of being your 'best friend' were torture. Now with you in his arms on the loveseat, your pretty eyes swimming with tears still, he can't help but want to tell you it all.

That he'd die just to sink to his knees and have your cunt in his face. That he'd love to breed your holes, all three of them, until you're pumped so full of his cum you'll never think of that asshole fratboy Sukuna again.

CW: free use, public-ish, voyerism, exhibition, pictures, pup play.

Nikolai who has reader suckling on his cock while he talks to the task force. Knelt down between his legs, back arched from the way he held your leash, giving the men a good view of between your legs. Price who keeps decorating Readers face with ash from his cigar. Kyle who's trying not to fall in his own pup space, wanting to mount the other pup. Price who is making Kyle only look and grind his boner into the air. Johnny who is freely jerking his cock to the scene while holding conversation like a normal Tuesday. Simon who keeps taking pictures for late.

walk with me. 

sukuna is huge; you’re 5-something, and he’s still towering over you, the width of him bigger than a door. 

his shadow naturally looming over you in any circumstance makes him even scarier. 

so imagine him over you, his full weight crushing your bones while his balls slap against your clit violently, yes, violently. 

you’re stomach-down, which is on purpose; it’s easier to stop air from getting in easily. 

while the mouth on his stomach breathes hard against your back, even peeking its tongue out to rub over your back to tease you.

sukuna loves an advantage, and one of them is using his weight to make it harder on you to breathe.

you’re already gasping for air because of his dicks, one in your ass and one in your pussy, both stretching you out and making you hold onto the sheets for dear life. 

“don’t think; just let me have this.”

the only thing he’ll say before putting his full weight on you, not stopping his strokes either. 

“ugh, fuck…”

the only thing that can come out of your mouth because, well, you can’t breathe. 

he gets off on the fact that you can go lights out in a second, trying your hardest to keep breathing through your mouth and digging your nails into his skin, attempting to ground yourself, but you failed repeatedly. 

trying to squirm from beneath him, but it's only a pathetic attempt, making him laugh at you, slamming harder, and laying down even more on top of you.

warm tears are streaming down your face from the pleasure you’re getting but also the fact that your lungs were close to collapsing any second; sukuna was just waiting to see if you were going to come before or after that. 

your body slowly sinks into the mattress, so you’re basically toast. 

he will purposely wait until the last second he can feel your body give out, watching your once-balled fists squeezing the sheets tight, slowly loosening.

with that, he lifts himself up and pulls both his dicks out to finish on your back, hearing a sharp gasp from you trying to catch your breath again.

"ingredients you can pronounce" learn phonics. coward.

I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything

Nikolai inviting John over for a visit after getting his cabin renovation done, John accepts and brings along Kyle, the two tried to see if Simon and Johnny wanted to join, but neither would answer their phones. So Nik gave the tour, the new living room, kitchen, bedrooms, and his favorite the playroom.

The playroom was decked out with toys, gear, and equipment. And of course, Nikolai’s favorite toy, reader, who was currently locked in the cage. They were whining and mewling as a machine pushed a dildo in and out of them at a teasingly slow pace.

"The place is nice." John said as he took a hit from his cigar. "And seems your pet has adapted well."

"Yes, they did good on the renovations. And milaya is perfect, they been taking to their training well." Nikolai responded, as he reached over and pressed a button to speed the machine up a bit. Reader's noises started to get louder. "Even agreed to cameras."

John smirked as he arched an eyebrow, before his eyes started to scan the room. "Cameras, aye?"

Nikolai chuckled and pointed a few of them out. "Yes, i can get you set up on the feed, if you like?"

"I think i would like that." John said as he looked over at Kyle. "What about you, son? Want to see Nikolai’s pet on the cameras?"

"If you think its best, Dad." Kyle replied stepping closer to John.

"Good boy." John replied as he flickered the ash from his cigar, before blowing the smoke into Kyle's face, just to see the way his eyes water and breath hitch.

Nikolai turned his gaze toward Kyle, who was standing still with his chest heaving slightly, the acrid smoke still curling in the air around his face. The Sergeant’s eyes were red-rimmed, tearing up from the harsh sting, but he didn't wipe them away. He just stood there, shoulders squared, waiting for an order.

"Look at him," Nikolai mused, tilting his head. "So disciplined. He barely blinked."

"He knows better," John grunted, taking another slow drag from his cigar. He let the smoke hang in his mouth before exhaling it to the side, away from Nikolai but still filling the room with a heavy haze. "Don't you, son?"

Kyle nodded immediately, his voice a little rough. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy." John reached out, his hand large and rough as he cupped the back of Kyle’s neck, squeezing firmly. It was a grounding touch, possessive and heavy. "Nikolai here has been kind enough to show us his hospitality. Least we can do is appreciate the view."

From the cage, Reader let out a particularly loud whimper as the machine kicked up another notch, the rhythmic, wet sounds of the toy moving in and out of them filling the silence that followed. The speed had increased enough that their breath was coming in short, desperate gasps, their fingers gripping the bars of the cage tight enough to turn their knuckles white.

Nikolai smiled, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he watched his pet struggle. "They sound beautiful, don't they? I have them conditioned to respond to the slightest change in setting. It is... very efficient."

"Efficient," John repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with a hint of dry amusement. He looked over at the monitors Nikolai had pointed out earlier, seeing the live feeds from multiple angles capturing Reader's every twitch and shiver. "I'll take that feed, Nik. Send me the login details. Might be nice to have something to watch during those long debriefs."

"Consider it done." Nikolai stepped back slightly, gesturing toward the array of equipment lining the walls of the playroom, restraints, gags, impact toys, and things that looked far more sinister. "In the meantime, perhaps we should test the sergeant's composure further? I have a new flogger I have been dying to try out. Or..." He glanced meaningfully at the cage. "We could see how well the pet handles an audience."

John smirked, looking down at Kyle, who was still trapped in the grip of his hand. "What do you think, son? Up for a demonstration? Or do you want to sit back and watch the show with me?"

stop earning advanced degrees i need you to finish your fanfiction

makes your puppy dusty

ahh fuck!!!!! my puppy!!!!!

Yeah its baically Dusty puppy thursday

Soap who fucks you like you're gonna leave him if he doesn't.

He's a whore, wanting to grind his cock as deep as he can while fucking you into the mattress, making you scream and try to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure.

You feel like you're dying from how good it feels, the hard, slow thrusts driving you crazy. You can't do anything but moan, thighs useless and limp, the bed creaking and groaning under you.

Your hand fists the sheets, tears ruining your makeup, throat hoarse from screaming his name as he continuously ravages your insides.

You've cum like what, 4 times already? Your pussy is raw, aching, taking pounding after pounding, your cervix is ruined, toes curled and then you feel his rough hand shove your face into the sheets.

Which makes you clench. Such a slut he is.

You can't help but pass out after the 5th orgasm is pulled out of you.

Once Soap is done with you he holds you close, smirking as he feels you whine and twitch as his softening cock presses against your lower back.

Inspired by this plink

bsf Nerd! Toru fks you in the ass after Frat! Kuna breaks up with you

How did you end up here, with Satoru Gojo - the biggest nerd in college and your childhood best friend - squirting a generous amount of lube on your ass, all down his thick cock, pressing inside and stretching you out? muttering your name like a mantra, his fingers pressed into your hips, glasses about to fall off his face?

Well, for starters - your ex boyfriend Sukuna broke your heart.

He ended up with some other girl over you, purely because she was the snow dealer, so it was quick he just brushed you aside- all of this when the night before he'd been fucking you with your back arched. Sukuna was always mean with it, pounding his thick length in your cunt, finger slipped in your other hole.

All that threatening to fuck you in the ass but he never did. He was just kind of awkward looking for a six foot five jock - when you caught him snorting lines with his new girl, at least he had the tact to break up with you before he let her sink to her knees and suck him, while you were walking back in to grab your keys.

So you go and have a good cry with your best friend, Satoru Gojo. The two of you were mathletes after all, until Sukuna you had it bad for him, but he never crossed that line. Forever in the friend zone you long gave up that crush - but he was right there for you when you knocked on his door tonight.

He has your favorite movie on, bought you your favorite wine, kissing your head so sweetly as you snuggle against him. His glasses are just a little askew when he pulls back, so you gently fix them on the straight bridge of his nose, sipping your glass and trying to just forget everything.

"You are so sweet to me Satoru," you murmur ever so softly, brushing your hand across his cheek. "I missed you lately."

Sukuna was jealous and possessive so you barely saw Satoru- especially since Sukuna was convinced the boy was in love with you.

Well he was.

So in love in fact - Satoru made sure that he still saw you every morning, even though you didn't see him. He'd sneak over where you got coffee every morning just to look at your beautiful face, to get a glimpse of you looking all cute, only to lose it when Sukuna had his hands all over you.

The endless nights of jerking it to you religiously, of knowing everything about you, of being your 'best friend' were torture. Now with you in his arms on the loveseat, your pretty eyes swimming with tears still, he can't help but want to tell you it all.

That he'd die just to sink to his knees and have your cunt in his face. That he'd love to breed your holes, all three of them, until you're pumped so full of his cum you'll never think of that asshole fratboy Sukuna again.

pulling up ghost's mask to give him a little kiss only to find he's been wearing your panties over his nose underneath it the whole time

No thoughts just alpha!laswell taking one look at omega!reader and deciding you'd be perfect for her....

She makes her intentions known clearly, too old to dance and flaunt for attention like kyle and johnny still do. No, instead he just grabs you by the strap after a mission and scrubs her wrist into your neck. He voice low and steady when she says "show me your nest later, okay pup?"

Of course you do, how could you not? You get so excited to show off your nest, Kate's scent still clinging to you, that you rearrange it twice before grabbing her.

"Mh, good work." She praises, hands skimming along the outside layers. You're so happy to get an alphas praise, so eager, she's sure she could have you right now. Instead, she asks "you still feeling restless, sergeant? Need to settle?"

Which is how you end up with the best alpha you've met holding you in her arms, inside your own nest. Kate is warm, smelling of cedar and leather. You press your nose to her neck and purr happily, only melting further when she starts to rumble for you.

There, in the nest with Kate, is probably the best sleep you've had in weeks. Surrounded by safety in a way the basest parts of you understand.

You smile when you find her jacket still in the nest that morning.

not into pregnancy, but breeding kink make brain go brr sometimes,,, imagine katsuki fucking you so hard that all you can do is babble nonsense about how good he’s making you feel, high pitched whines, and slurs of his name spilling past your lips. but it’s when he hits that spot just so that you fall apart against him, cupping his face as you pant, “please, katsuki—”

“need it inside, wanna feel you inside.”

and his hips stutter, choking back a groan, hips rolling into you, nearly driving you up the bed. all you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel though, how you know he’s close, but you need him, all of him. so you brush back the sweaty strands of his hair, trying to hold his gaze as you beg him again.

“kats, cum inside please. wanna h-have your baby.” and you swear you can feel him physically fighting off the need to cum when you feel him tense against you, lips brushing yours as he shakily exhales.

“yeah, hm? gonna be my pretty little pregnant wife?”

the topic of marriage hadn’t rly come up between you two that often, either. it was something you’d been waiting for, for when the time is right, but now, imagining your belly round with his baby, wedding band wrapped around your finger, you come undone.

“fuck. . .‘m gonna fill you up.” he groans, feeling the first wave of your climax rolling through you, your cunt clenching around his cock like a vise, intent on milking him.

“yes, yes, yes. baby, p-please. . !” you sob, desperately trying to kiss him, but it’s more of his lips sliding over your chin and cheek with your jaw slack, panting and gasping against his mouth.

it’s intense, your legs trembling, ankles locking around his back when you feel his cock throb within you, the first ropes of his release filling you when he follows soon after. large hands hold your face, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks, hips rutting heavily, keeping yours pinned to the bed, fucking you through your climaxes.

his pupils are completely expanded, the only bit of color to his eyes a thin ring of red—it makes his gaze all the more intense as he slams his cock in you one final time.

then he’s collapsing against you, face tucking into the crook of your neck, heavy breaths washing over you like waves. after a moment, he lets out a deep huff of air, his heart beating rapidly against you, his next words making you laugh gently. “you gotta be careful sayin’ shit like that.”