We Were Fighting? (C.Gallagher X F!Reader)

We Were Fighting? (C.Gallagher x F!Reader)

Summary: Flashing Carl during an argument.

Warnings: Suggestive(?), reader has nipple piercings!

Word Count: 308

Notes: Sorry that this is like very short and very much ass but I'm currently having writer's block and trying to write all of the requests as well as fics I've been meaning to write. Also, this is based off of something I saw on IG. A girl and her bf were "arguing" and she flashed him (off camera) and he stopped literally immediately after that.

You can't even remember what the two of you were arguing about. It's been going on for too long especially when it was started because you asked him to just put the toilet seat down when he's done pissing.

"I just don't see why you'd be upset at that."

He just kept going on and on about how he doesn't understand why you'd be upset at it. "Why does it bother you?", "Why do I have to do it?", "Do you gain anything from me putting the toilet seat down?"

At this point you were just listening to him ramble on and on. You already told him you were done with the conversation, but he didn't hear that.

You walked up to his room trying to think of a way to get him to just shut his mouth and forget about the argument. Though it wasn't intended to be an argument you just asked him to stop leaving the seat up because you kept falling in.

"It was a simple question, Carl. 'Can you put the seat down after you take a piss?' Not that hard to comprehend." you sighed, still not understanding why he's starting an argument over a question as small as that.

You turned to face him and lifted your shirt up. You weren't wearing a bra so he could see your pierced nipples harden in the cool air. He'd hate to admit it, not really, but it turned him on.

Honestly anything you did turned him on, but this, lifting your shirt up while he's already having a hard time focusing on this "argument" because he could see your nipples perking and poking through the fabric of your shirt.

"Apology accepted," he smirked, sitting on his bed, "Come here, ma. Lemme suck on 'em." he said, patting his lap and holding his arms out.

LOSER (K.Nanami & S.Gojo x Fem!Reader)

But I know she's a loser. How do you know? Me and the crew used to do her!

Request: Do Gojo Satorou Or Nanami Kento 🥺🥺

Word Count: 1,058

Warnings: Smut!

Gojo: P in V, cream pie, degrading, tiniest bit of praise, back scratching, spit, choking, dacryphilia

Nanami: Fingering, praise, bondage, hair pulling, orgasm denial, recording, spanking

Notes: Why not both? Two is always better than one🤭 Also! The way I envisioned this before writing it was set in like a college AU. So, do what you please with that.

Imagine...

Satoru Gojo having his way with you, the kind of girl who just sits alone in the back of the classroom, the one who has her head down with headphones covering her ears. The kind of girl who is always seen alone in the halls and during lunch. The girl who has absolutely no friends at all.

He has you on your back, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounds into your pussy. Your hands are scratching and clawing at his back as he hits the spot that makes you scream and your eyes cross. He's already came in you a bunch of times, but he just can't get enough.

You're moaning his name, and your back arches into his chest. You're trying to pull him closer to you, wanting his lips on yours but before you can pull him closer to your face his hand takes ahold on your throat. He leans back and watches the way your face twists and turns in pleasure.

He's enjoying this. He calls you names, mean and degrading names while looking down at you. He throws his head back as he feels your pussy tighten which each name he calls you:

"My fuckin' cum slut", "Take it, take my cock like I know you can, fuckin' whore", "You like this? Like getting called names? You're so pathetic", "Cmon doll, look at me. Don't tell me you're already goin' dumb on me now".

Tears are falling from your eyes as you cum for him again. You're sobbing from how sensitive you are, big fat wet tears just rolling down your cheeks, making you look so messy and even more pathetic.

Gojo leans down to your face and kisses your wet cheeks, licking your tears as they fell. "Fuck, look so pretty right now. Look so pretty crying," he was getting close to his orgasm, so, so close.

His hand moved from your neck to your jaw, "Open." he demanded, his pace never faulting; instead getting erratic and sloppy. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out and locking your eyes on his.

He smiled before letting a string of saliva drip out between his lips and onto your tongue. "Close your mouth and swallow it."

You did as you were told and swallowed his spit, biting your lower lip afterwards. "Damn.." he muttered, throwing his head back and gripping your hips.

He lets out a loud moan as he cums in you for the final time that night.

"That felt so fuckin' good,"

Now, imagine that a couple weeks later you find yourself in the same situation...

Kento Nanami, having you bent over his desk, stripped down and shaking from the lack of orgasms this man has denied you from having. Your hands are tied behind your back, held together by his belt, the leather digging into the skin of your wrists.

Your head was empty, all you wanted to do was cum but couldn't because every time you were close to cumming, he'd just remove his fingers.

It was annoying.

And whenever you tried doing something about it, Nanami would just smack your ass, leaving a red forming mark, the size of his hand, on your ass.

But it wasn't all that bad. Every time he smacked your ass, he would gently rub it, soothing the stinging pain. He also called you the sweetest names, though they had a sort of degrading tone to them.

"You're doing so good, doll", "Such a good girl, behaving so well for me"

You loved when he praised you for listening to his demands. Almost like a pet in a way.

But what made you feel so good, is when he'd praise you on video. It made your stomach swirl.

"Look at how good you're being", "Show them how good you are at listening angel", "You look so alluring in this angle baby"

You felt so good each time you heard his praise in your ear.

Nanami traced your body with his camera, capturing all of your curves and showing how pretty your pussy is; how wet she was, just dripping down your legs.

He stood over you, camera in his left hand and his right gently creeping up your back. His touch was so soft and gentle, but that quickly changed once he grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head up; forcing you to look up at the camera.

"Keep your head up for me princess."

"M-Mkay," you stuttered, wondering what his next move was because everything that he's been doing has been unpredictable. And that just made you want more. But he wasn't going to let you have more.

Nanami's right hand left your hair and moved down to the front of your body, trailing down your stomach with light fingers. His hand dipped between your thighs, his middle and ring fingers found comfort inside your begging pussy.

You moaned and your eyes shut close. You were so close to cumming but Nanami wasn't going to allow that, ever.

Your head started to tilt forward, then Kento took his fingers out of you and grabbed your hair again, "What did I just say? Why can't you listen to me angel?"

You let out a frustrated whine and looked at him with teary eyes, "Are you having a hard time listening because you can't cum? Is that it?" he asked, "Yes," you pouted, "Aw, angel." he cooed, rubbing your cheek.

His touch was gentle and comforting, causing you to lean into his touch. He then roughly grabbed your jaw, and his voice became rough and agitated, "Keep behaving like this and you won't get to. Naughty, misbehaving girls don't get to cum. Are you a bad misbehaving girl or are you my good girl who knows how to listen?" he asked,

"I'm your good girl..I'm sorry Kento,," you sweetly apologized, batting your pretty eyes.

Kento chuckled and leaned back, undoing your hands and working his belt back on, "W-what are you doing?" you asked.

You apologized like he wanted, was he going to eat you out as a reward?

"Lying doesn't work on me, sweetheart. Come find me when you're ready to give me an actual apology." And just like that, he walked out of the classroom, leaving you in there to think about your next move.

Cameras (Multiple Characters x F!Reader)

I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera

Warnings: Smut, teasing, finger sucking, oral (male receiving), the slightest bit of choking

Notes: Just a little something while I finish up some requests, enjoy my loves! Also there's like no fucking way that my story on Wattpad, which contains all of these and more, got removed the other day...I'm losing my mind over here babes.

Word Count: 404

Thinking about how these men would actually be so obsessed and mesmerized by how you look that they just have to record and praise you.

They'll tell you just how pretty you are while also pushing up your skirt, showing the camera your pretty panties while pointing out the wet spot in the middle of them.

They'd push open your legs and tease you through your panties, focusing the camera on your clothed cunt. They'll move their hand up your body, camera following, as they squeeze and grab at your tits.

They'll ask you to take your shirt off while they push your panties aside, one of their fingers playing with your clit. They'd move the camera to focus on your face,

"Such a pretty girl..pretty, pretty, pretty.." They'd mumble, free hand moving back up your body and caressing your face. They'd run their thumb against your bottom lip and tell you to open up for them. You'd take their thumb in your mouth, sucking on it while making eye contact with them through the camera.

Their eyes would dilate and their jaw would go slack. You're just so fucking pretty.

"Wanna put on a show? Wanna show 'em how you suck on cock?"

You'd smile and pull their pants and boxer briefs down in one pull, taking their hard cock in your mouth.

Their moans can be heard clearly in the video. Their hand moved to the back of your head, just resting on top while they watched as you took him in your mouth like the good girl you are.

In all honesty, it didn't take him long before he cumming down your throat and all over your face.

The way you look up at him while sucking on his cock, and the way you give a little smile while doing so just ruins him. You make him weak.

You looked up at him, making eye contact, but not through the camera, no, over it. You look up at him with his cum decorating your face and tongue.

He stopped the recording and threw the camera on the bed. His hand wrapped around your throat and he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. He tasted his cum that sat on your tongue, some of the cum that was on your face spread on his. He loves when you look so messy, face covered in his cum.

"Such a fucking pretty girl."

Eren Yeager. Jean Kirstein. Kazuichi Souda. Nagito Komaeda. Rantaro Amami. Tengen Uzui. Akaza. Tetsurou Kuroo. Yuu Nishinoya. Ryuu Tanaka. Kei Tsukishima. Rintarou Suna. JJ Maybank. Billy Loomis. Carl Gallagher. Satoru Gojo. Kento Nanami. Fushiguro Toji. Mike Wheeler. Eddie Munson. Carl Grimes. Elliot. AND MORE!

I would like to announce, that requests are now temporarily closed. There's so many currently so I'm trying to get them out so I could work on new ones. So, for the time being enjoy the fics that are currently up. ☆

CAN I REQUEST SOMETHING FOR EDDIE MUNSON?

of course you can, just let me know what it is you want!

MOOOORRREEEE SUB CARL 😍😍 I am insatiable and your writing is soooo *chefs kiss*

Since we’ve deprived him so badly, what about overstimulation? Completely milking his cock until he’s begging for a break 🥺🥺

(Side-note: happy birthday!!)

Hrs & Hrs (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, p in v, sub!Carl, praise

Notes: I have so many Carl requests coming in so I'm happy to know that you guys enjoy them! And thank you for the birthday wish my love!

Word Count: 395

His body trembled, shaking and sweaty. His hair stook to his skin and his chest heaved. Breath airy and voice horse. His head was empty, dumb off the way you bounced on his cock.

His hands gripped and groped at your ass, tits, hips and thighs. He held you tight and close to him, he was overstimulated, you've already made him cum multiple times, and that was just from you giving him a blow job.

He didn't think he could cum anymore but from the amount of times he filled you, he found out he in fact could cum more.

His cum dripped out of your hole and soaked the sheets under you guys. He made you cum a number of times but you wanted more. You wanted him to fill you to the brim.

Carl whined as he came again, nails digging into your thighs. You stopped bouncing and started grinding against him, rolling your hips.

"Can't..can't cum anymore.." he stuttered, "Yes you can, I know you can. Just one more time, please baby?"

He pulled you close to him, your chest on his. He rested his head on your shoulder. "Give me one more, just one?" you pleaded, kissing his face and neck.

As much as he wanted a break, he also wanted to please you, to keep you happy and full. He looked up at you and gave you a nod. His lids were low from exhaustion but for you, he'd do anything.

You smiled and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, "Thank you, pretty."

He loves that, loves when you smile, when you kiss him all sloppily, when you thank him, and especially when you praise him. He loves hearing those words fall out your mouth.

That "one more" turned into a couple more. "You said one more," he whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes. "This isn't o-one more.."

"I know baby..I'm sorry, fuck, this is the last one- ah! s-shit..I promise,"

"T-this better be the last one..please be the last one..please.."

He babbled in the crook of your neck, pleads spilling from his lips. Your hips stuttered for the nth time, cumming around his cock once again and panting in his ear.

"You know how I said that this was the last one?"

"Uh huh.."

"How about one more.."

"Nooo,"

"Please Carl, baby pleaseee,"