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as i recall the expanded universe did. quite literally the exact opposite.

during like. the immediate aftermath of DW's cancellation the virgin new adventures got really dark and they made ace have sex every other story which is a bit weird in my eyes seeing as she was underage in the series (they aged her up but it still rubs me the wrong way tbh)

for the sake of clarification my headcanons for everyone in the sapphic companion poll:

nyssa - lesbian

tegan - lesbian

ace - bi

rose - demi (she wasn't there but shush)

clara - bi (literally canon)

bill - lesbian (literally canon)

yaz - lesbian (yeah)

Unpopular opinion and I deliberately kept the user's name out of this but tags like this are 100% missing the point.

Look. I also don't like ddlg. I don't like ageplay. I don't like raceplay. I don't like misgendering or conversion or forced-gendering. I don't like corrective rape and I don't like impact play and I don't like slaves. They're weird and fucked up to me and it skeevs me out knowing people willingly engage in that.

HOWEVER. The moment we start saying that any outsite entity- governments, communities, ANY outside entity- is allowed to have access to our private sex lives and make a moral judgement call is also the moment we allow anti-sodomy laws to come back. Relationships and intimacy between consenting, willing, active adult participants are not something we can allow anyone to go over with a fine-tooth comb and decide whether it's moral or right for them to be doing this.

My private life is not open for anyone to decide whether it's Good And Moral or Bad And Evil. The intimacy I share with an adult partner belongs to that partner alone, and no one else is invited to peep into my bedroom to make sure I'm only having Good And Moral sex. It doesn't matter what type of sex I'm having. I'm having it with someone who is a fully capable adult who is saying they want it. That's the only thing that matters.

Being okay with outlawing types of sex *you personally* dislike opens the door for others to also outlaw the sex *they personally* dislike. And at some point, we wind up back here, at anti-sodomy laws that catch literally everything that isn't specifically vanilla PIV missionary covers on lights off within marriage for making children. Because you set the precedent that said we're allowed to outlaw sex if it's icky enough.

Steamy Kisses

Rock Lee x F!reader smut

Warnings: oral sex, nakedness (yeehaw!), the start of wall sex, sexy kisses, mutual simping

Life has been wild on my end, and I actually ended up accidentally deleting my original draft for this 😵 this is a little shorter than what I usually do as well, but I have more goods for Lee I want to write in the future, so this is definitely not the last you’ll see of him! Also special credit to Gab for this one for getting me in the mood of wanting to spoil our boy with some kisses.

@gaideservedbetter @idorkish @thing-winged

He was at his usual routine in the shower after a grueling workout, not expecting you home until later. You had gotten out of your commitments earlier than expected— so why not come home to your loving boyfriend? Errands could wait.

Errands could especially wait when your handsome boyfriend was finally alone, away from the world for you to play with him. Upon hearing the shower when you locked the door to Lee’s apartment, you flicked off each piece of your outfit with ease as you made a clothing trail to the bathroom.

Lee doesn’t even realize you’ve come home until you open the door to the shower and he screeches.

“Y/N?! I didn’t expect you home so soon!”

His voice is still shrill, but you smirk and move beside him to get under the hot water. “What, not happy to see me?”

“No— I mean, I am happy to see you! Just surprised!”

He was like a giddy puppy. You could see the blush settling into his ears now and the soft smile he kept just for you.

Lee turns you around and admires your lovely face as you hum, appreciating the calming steam from the water.

“Here, you deserve a proper greeting,” he tells you— calmer but all the more enamored. His calloused hands come up to hold your cheeks as tender as he can manage, and he takes the careful time to kiss from your forehead to your lips.

Lee wasn’t a greedy kisser. But he was sweeter than honey, and you could feel his affection for you in how he closed his eyes, how he melted into your body, how he pulled you as close as possible. He was a love-drunk gentleman any partner could appreciate.

And he was all yours. It puffed your chest out with pride that he had chosen you, out of an entire village of options. Fuck anyone else that didn’t see him as such— Rock Lee was a catch. And you were a hungry, hungry woman.

Your strong presence against him makes Lee take a step back, and makes his skin erupt in goosebumps when his back hits the shower wall. He was more than familiar with your moods— one moment you could be so sentimental, kissing the back of his hand and giving him the most precious compliments— the other, you could be ravishing his body, pushing it to the peak of pleasure with your fingers gagging his mouth.

He could see it as being possessive occasionally, but you were always respectful of his limits and boundaries. And besides... the feral look in your eyes when you called him yours in those moments drove him wild in a way he had never known before. He couldn’t get enough.

But he’s snapped out of his haze when he feels your lips on his neck. All of the sudden he’s a teenager again— nervous and sweating at your touch, anticipating your next move. All the same, he gasps when he feels your tongue trace up his Adam’s apple.

“I’m incredibly fortunate, getting to come back to such a beautiful sight after a day of paperwork,” you muse, making intense eye contact with him.

Lee gulps. He was so hopelessly smitten. And it didn’t help that you were gifted with your hands, either. Your thumbs rubbed circles into his hipbones as you held his waist, grinding your front ever-so-slightly over his growing hard-on. They travelled deliciously up his sides, relishing in the slick of water over his tanned skin, and you work a moan out of him in an instant when you flick his nipples.

“S-stop that! You tease me too much,” he pants, but it doesn’t phase you. His breath hitches when one of your hands drops to his cock, standing at attention, sliding your pointer finger from his balls to the tip of his head.

“Do I now?”

God, it looked like you were glowing in the shower. Hot skin, that devilish expression. Was he dead? Was this heaven?

He’s so weak at how your pretty lips curve into a smile. Lee loves your lips. They’re so pretty, just like you. So soft, so nice to kiss and touch.

So divine wrapped around his cock.

You had kissed your way down from his chest to his manhood in an instant, and he was already at your mercy. He gaped for any oxygen at all, almost drowning in the overwhelming heat of the shower. You drove him nearly up the wall massaging his legs as you sucked him deep, spurred on by his little begs and his hand trying to find purchase in your scalp.

What a treat it was, having such a sweet boyfriend with a sensitive cock. Lee deserved the world— so you wanted to give him the best head of his life, and take him until you could see tears in his eyes.

You halted your rough sucks long enough to roll your tongue around his angry red tip, and you feel your pussy throb when Lee whimpers like a dog.

“I— ahh, I— please not in your mouth, please Y/n—“

Pretty boy. So obedient. Why not indulge him a little?

“You don’t want to cum baby?” You tease, running your thumb over the slit of his cock.

Lee bites his lip, trying not to let his eyes fall back into his head as he rolls his hips into your hand.

“I do wanna cum—! Ssshit, wanna cum with you!”

Your heart might as well have throbbed alongside your pussy again. You couldn’t deny him his taste though— it was always better when you worked each other over the high together.

Your nails traced over the outside of his thighs, releasing his cock.

“Think you could pick me up? Or are your legs too shaky?” You jest, getting back to your feet but taking the time to lick up from his pubic mound to the top of his stomach.

There’s a determination in him now— “I will persist! I want you to feel as much pleasure as I do!”

What a sweetheart. You can’t help but swoon a bit as well when he lifts you with ease and turns to set you against the wall. It’s also very intentional on your part as you lightly bump his forehead with yours, trying to make it less of a competition.

He meets your knowing look, and you kiss his nose.

“I love you, Lee.”

At one point, he would have cried. But he slips his cock into you in that moment, and relishes in your keen.

“I love you too.” He sighs, and melts into your kiss once more.

i didnt know where exactly to put this, so sorry if I rambled in the wrong section :0 </3

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submissive lee! AAAA ... ok ok... AAAAAAA personally, I’ve never been one to rlly like the whole “get fucked hard and get called a slut” thing. NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE THAT DOES LIKE IT, I really don’t care, it’s just not my thing. :> so I think the reason I rlly like Lee is bc I don’t think he’d ever rlly be like that unless his s/o asks for it, yk? He’s more on the sweet caring side. so uh yes, in my world my Lee is a cute submissive bf (we’ve been dating for a long time now, we’re very much in love thanks for asking) anywAy, what are your thoughts on this? (That’s so vague I literally talked abt like 5 different things..)

What are your thoughts on a submissive Rock Lee? 🪨 (this rock emoji is so cute pls)

DONT WORRY ANON you rambled in exactly the right place!! pls find all my NSFW thoughts under the cut ;D

Okay so I 100% agree with you anon, like Lee’s default reaction in sex is to be submissive. In my opinion, he is one to whine and beg for more of everything (dare I say a greedy brat who needs taming once in awhile?) and pretty much loses his mind from the overstimulation of pleasure. Think eyes rolling back and spit literally seeping from the corners of his mouth while he has a huge smile (I have a love of ahegao especially with male characters, sue me 🤣). You will get the best reaction from him if you overstim him (but not too much, pls be gentle with this bb), because he will scream once you finally give it to him. Suck his cock as a reward and I guarantee he will gladly take care of you for hours afterwards ;) 

on post-traumatic hypersexuality:

(warning: this post is going to mention sex, sexual abuse, PTSD, ableism, and personal details about myself. keep that in mind!) 

i’m making this post because i’ve seen a lot of horrendous misrepresentations of hypersexuality, and misuses of the term. i’ve had people tell me they “can’t be hypersexual” because they’re ace, because sexual activity causes them stress, or literally because they’re “not gross”. all of these doubts are understandable for hypersexual people to have, but they’re representative of a massive issue the PTSD community has–our definition and portrayal of hypersexuality.

honestly, it’s more the people who don’t have PTSD who are talking about hypersexuality in a bad way. some people refer to it as the “opposite of asexuality”, a high libido, being crude, physically needing to have sex, or even being a sexual predator. that’s not anywhere close to true. in this post, i aim to explain hypersexuality in a more inclusive and accurate way, with personal examples for emphasis.

post-traumatic hypersexuality (hypersexuality following trauma and/or as a symptom of PTSD) can be defined as a perceived obligation to be sexually active, the use of sexual activity as a form of self-harm or self-destructive behavior, or the practice of basing one’s own self-worth on one’s sexual activity, availability, or appeal. it has absolutely no inherent connection to libido or sexual attraction, nor does it force a person to have sex. 

being hypersexual does NOT mean that you are “doomed” to have unwanted sex. you can, and should, abstain from any sexual activity (even masturbation and pornography) that harms or triggers you. on the other end, if anyone tells you that you have to have sex with them because they’re hypersexual and they “need it”, that’s manipulative behavior, and you have no obligation to do anything with them. hypersexuality doesn’t force anything upon anyone, and no matter how hypersexual you are, you still have agency and control over your own body and sexual activity. 

furthermore, hypersexuality and sex repulsion (being disgusted, scared, or otherwise negatively affected by sex) are not mutually exclusive. i myself am hypersexual and sex repulsed. most of the time, i can’t think about sex (or have it) for very long without having a flashback, sexual stimulation causes phantom pain, and i find the idea of sex to be gross and almost dehumanizing. my hypersexuality causes me to feel very ashamed of this, and to have a perceived obligation to be sexually active, which can cause such severe feelings of worthlessness that i completely break down. i spent much of my childhood and early adolescence forcing myself to have sex with people i hated because i didn’t know how to handle that feeling of uselessness. a lot of people experience both, and they do not dampen each other down; if anything, they fuel each other. 

hypersexuality can make you feel horrible. it can make you feel like you’re disgusting, or “sex-crazed”, or even like you brought on your abuse yourself because you enjoy it. it can make you think that you want or need to be abused, that you don’t have any value outside of sex, that you’re an object or a piece of furniture with the sole use of being sexually available. absolutely none of this is your fault, and there are many ways to treat hypersexuality. you will not feel like this forever.

some great ways to help with hypersexuality are:

abstaining from sex or sexual activities as a way of reclaiming your autonomy and proving to yourself that you have control over what happens to your body (or because the activities are hurting you)

setting firm sexual boundaries, refusing to entertain certain kinks or sex acts that you find “tolerably” gross, triggering, or dehumanizing

analyzing your sexual preferences and figuring out their roots and whether you really enjoy them (for example, “do i really have this kink, or did i just convince myself i have to do it because of __”)

reaffirming your real sources of worth and value to yourself

dressing in ways that emphasize the good parts of you that aren’t sexual, and doing activities that do the same (for example, when i was struggling worst with hypersexuality and literally thought of myself as an object, i dyed my hair blue and started dressing sort of like a child’s image of a fairy. i couldn’t look at myself and think “slut” because i literally looked like i was from a children’s book.)

working out the root of your hypersexuality and figuring out what specific things make you insecure, then countering them (for example, “my abuser made me feel like i had to have sex to be worth anything by doing/saying __, but i know that they were abusive and a liar, so nothing they made me think is true. i know that they were wrong because [value you have, something in your life that proved it untrue, blanket statement like ‘no human being is worth only that’.”)

giving purposes to yourself (for example, “my purpose is to help people and take care of my loved ones,” “my purpose is to [a goal you have, like a career goal]”, “my purpose is to work on/take care of [specific animal, plant, or project]”, etc. these can be religious or spiritual!)

de-sexualizing your body (i did this by drawing on myself with markers and then looking in the mirror at the patterns i drew! anything you can do to make yourself look or feel like something beautiful or at least non-sexual.)

forgiving yourself for your trauma, placing the blame for it on your abuser(s) rather than yourself. if you weren’t abused, or if you aren’t ready to blame your abusers, you can say that it was nobody’s fault. just know that it wasn’t yours. hypersexuality is very frequently a method of blaming yourself for your trauma, and forgiving yourself of your survivor’s guilt is a very good way to start healing.

thank you so much for reading all the way through! if anyone has something to add about post-traumatic hypersexuality, please add it. i hope this was inclusive!!

Mermay’s not over yet until this beauty shows her face! Her name’s AmphoebEa, she’s a daughter of Poseidon and a human lady. She was so lesbian her dad had to turn her into a sea monster with no reproductive organs so she can’t get an orgasm until a girl falls in love with her despite The Horny.

Ooc

Sorry for not being active.

This is a triggering topic. For reasons, read at your own risk.

Even if your not reading it, please reblog. I want this to get

Tw: s3xual h4rassment

Hi everyone. So remember sober husk? Aka @/ember-oc?

He was racist, and blamed it on his sleep deprivation. I know, pretty fucked up. I'd think by now he'd learnt his lesson. But no, instead he continues to be a horrible person.

Being racist to multiple people, and now engaging in a non-consenual s3xual relationship with someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with him.

He s3xually harassed them. It disgusts me to see how FUCKED people can be sometimes.

Here is proof.

Why are the msgs edited? They said they kept misspelling things which I can confirm. They do misspell a lot. And imagine being put in THIS situation. Imagine how traumatized and scared they were. Yes, they're going to misspell.

This is disgusting. The most degenerative, diabolical shit I have ever seen.

Not only forcing someone to e-s3x with them, even making them do dirty things on VC?

Its absolutely foul. He needs to take accountability, apologize for the shit he has done. He cant just sit in silence and not expect consequences. For now, it seems his blog is inactive. Despite that, I still demand an apology from this cowardly fuck.

Its so surprising to see him stoop this low, getting off to a person he didnt meet irl. Its pathetic.

Dont just like. Reblog.

@tired-xyra @tofumixp @mod-rainfrog @king--of--ducks @alyxdefoisnthere @headlessdeaddancer @nerdyquestier @penguinmaster9999 or anyone else

I'm Asexual and mostly sex-repulsed but I can't be the only ace who is confounded by some of the shit that people find sexy. I don't really understand the mechanics of hornyness, but like, where is your self respect?? Did your dignity just leave??? Is your rational brain gone, did hornyness kill it?? Like what the actual fuck dude

squirting for the first time with jjk men?? 😫

❛ SLIPPERY WHEN WET! ❜

sukuna, toji, getō, gojo, namami, choso. jjk men and their reaction to making you squirt for the first time

total wc. 3.6k

warnings. fem!reader, degradation, squirting, overstim, praise, fingering, unprotected sex, p*ssydrunk men, dumbification, pussyspanking, toy usage, edging. MDNI

FUSHIGURO ☆ TOJI

“hm? ain’t no guy ever make ya squirt before?” he grunts. and you’re just absentmindedly being stuffed, both of your wrists gripped back with toji holding onto them, his strokes were mean and demanding. your head continued to thump and bounce against the soft silk pillow that rested underneath your head. all you could make out was a sweet pathetic ‘nuh-uh’ and toji raises his thin eyebrows in amusement. “no baby…? not even once?”

“no- don’t think i can, i tried myself but…”

he snickers. “silly girl. trust me, you can squirt,” you bit your lip, eyes nearly rolling back from his jagged thrusts, its so good you nearly feel drool start to run down the corners of your mouth, how embarrassing it was—yet you remained stupid from his dick, feeling the warmth of your pussy clench tight against him. “want me to test it out?”

“yeah,” you whine, your voice was a mere soft mewl, an almost mumble practically, and toji gifts your ass with a spank, eliciting a moan from your mouth. he grows cocky the minute a huh? leaves his mouth. so you correct yourself with a “y-yes.”

“….‘yeah’ what girl,” he groans, skimming his dark green eyes down to see how your body jerks underneath him. his weight lightly hovers against you, and he’s still got a firm grip with your wrists, having you pitifully tongue-tied. “taught you how to speak to me. so let’s try that again.”

arrogant bastard, what your thoughts originally said—making you purposely repeat yourself, but his cock always always made up for it.

“please,” you choke out, moaning from the way he deepens his thrusts just a tad bit, your mouth starts to water from the way your pussy twitches in content. “make me squirt toji. please. i wanna be messy for you.”

“aw that’s my girl,” he purrs, releasing his grip from your wrists, yet it remains still against your bare back, his thrusts snap against you to where a cute gasp leaves your lips. “but oh, you’ve been messy though, but there’s nothing wrong with that, princess,” he teases, such mockery escaping from his tone. “relax for me, yeah? you’ll feel it when it comes.”

“okay,” you moaned, your left cheek pressed up against the white sheets of the mattress. it was cute, your face being up against the bed as you’re being absolutely stuffed and pounded. you felt yourself tightening from the inside—a coil desperately awaiting to be snapped, a feeling you never knew you could feel, and you probably looked so dumb. “okay okay o-okay.”

you cutely kept sputtering, repeating and bracing yourself. toji brings a rough hand towards the back of your neck as he’s ramming his fat length from behind you, such thrusts has your body spasming and crying out for more, it feels like a orgasm being snatched away from you.

“give it to me, girl.” he grunts, giving your ass another mean spank. the immense build up. your legs judder continuously to where your mind goes blank like an empty canvas, empty..

“a-ah t-toji—!” you squeaked, and he’s so ruthless whenever it came to you, each time you try to sit up to turn around he shoved your head lightly back down, it’s so cute. “fuck, fuck. f-fuck, ‘s about to-” and a gasp interrupts your words the minute you squirt all down his shaft to his base, your sweet juices sheath and sheath all the way down and it’s so warm and hot.

the minute you end up squirting, your legs felt so weak, it just quavered and shook. “oh my g-god,” you sobbed, and he slows his sloppy thrusts against your cunt down—leaning up close to you, direct and personal. “there we go mama, my messy fuckin’ squirter,” he whispers, he’s pressed against your ass and wraps a few fingers around your neck. planting a kiss underneath your chin he murmurs. “you made such a mess. how’s it feel?”

“good. but feels w-wet toji.”

“eheh, well yeah girl, that’s kinda the point.” he snickers, playfully sinking his teeth into your neck, giving it a teasing nibble.

SUKUNA ☆ RYŌMEN

“hm? make you squirt huh? so greedy.. my fingering isn’t enough for you?” sukuna teases and you’re laid flat on your back with your legs lazily lifted up, more like he’s holding them up for you.

you moaned, feeling him slide a single digit in and out. he sneaks a wet kiss against your thigh before leaning in to press his lips against your pussy, tasting how sweet you were. “...kuna ‘m not greedy, just wanna see what it feels like, please..”

“you are greedy,” he grunts, giving your cunt a swift spank to make your legs twitch, “but sure thing.” he mutters, warm minty breath going against your clit. your head goes back and your mouth slightly opens and parts from the way he’s fingering you and eating you out. his lips latch and lock against your folds to make your eyes roll back. he was so filthy with his tongue let alone his fingers.

you sucked your teeth—feeling his two fingers push deep in and out, going past against that spot each time, instead of your eyes rolling you were practically crossed eyed.

“f-fuck, fuck, ‘s good ‘kuna...”

“i know. you keep saying that, dumb girl. quit talkin’ and start squirting.” and you lose count of how many mean slaps he gives your pussy. he’s so mean, yet found every few seconds to praise you and let you know how good you’re doing.

“h-hurry up and make me then.”

“little girl, watch it.” he grunts, gifting you a glare, his eyes pierce against yours before he sits up, spitting right on your pussy with a rough spat, he runs a single middle finger down your slit to snatch the tiny brat left in you. you meet eye contact and your slick was very much glistening his chin, being soaked with your sweetness.

your legs were so close, just the epitome of the word jittery with how it just shook, never once staying still. the stimulation he created with his tongue let alone his fingers, it had your mind boggled. “think ‘m getting close, f-fuck.”

“uh huh. fuckin’ bet you are.” he whistles in response—grabbing ahold of his dick and you let off a cute gasp at the way he swipes his throbbing leaky pre-swollen tip against your wetness. “look at that, princess.

so eager to jus’ swallow me up.” and he slowly makes his way inside your cunt, immediately your walls hug him as a response and you’re just at the very limit. “come on, let go for me. you dont gotta be shy around me, neither does this wet pussy.”

the minute you squirt…it’s embarrassing, sukuna only smacks about five deep thrusts against your cunt and you’re already making a mess all over his base. “s-so good.” you’d cry out, and he’s staring at you.

a grunt departs his lips before he leans in to kiss you, pulling out only to ghost his fingers against your clit.

“you’re such a nasty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, you moan—tasting your own slick that ran down his chin, the sharp edges of his teeth playfully nibbling down on your lip. his body heat against yours made you feel tingly and even more in such heat. “tell me you’re my nasty girl, baby.”

“i-i’m a nasty girl, ‘kuna.” you moaned.

he gives you a dead stare—and you whine once he slips two fingers inside your throbbing pussy.

“i’m your nasty girl, ‘kuna.” you rephrased, and a cocky grin forms on his lips.

“what a good obident girl. think i like you.”

NANAMI ☆ KENTO

“you sure sweetheart?” he asks in a soft mumble, he has a wand in hand. the ringing of the toy rings against your ears as your legs were sprawled apart for him. “you want me to make you…squirt?”

“yes p-please, kento.” you nod, the cuteness bestowed upon your lips was beyond words to describe. the way your lip quivered, it was barely up a few notches yet you throbbed and throbbed. despite it only being a good ten minutes. you’re just a whimpering mess.

eager to touch yourself, you reach down to play with your pussy before he grabs it, kissing the back of your hand.

he chuckles. “oh baby…baby, gotta keep those hands to yourself if you want me to make you messy. okay? no touching.”

“s-sorry kento.”

“aw, don’t be sorry. squirt, princess.” he teases, a hum underneath his tone he was so gentle with you, with his touch yet your legs felt like they were pretty much about to give out.

the stimulation made your teeth nearly chatter, toes clench and your back nearly arching. he finds you to be so pretty like this. flat on your chest, drool running down your mouth against the pillow with your mind empty.

you hold in a moan, teeth lightly piercing down on your lip to help silence yourself from the immense pleasure, the overstim from just releasing had your chin just hovering over your arm.

“o-one more level kento.”

“more? it’s gonna be on four, dunno if my cute whiney princess can handle that.”

“p-please, need it. i wanna-”

you moan at the swift sound of nanami swiping a thumb across the vibrating toy feeling the impulses throb against your sweet cunt, indeed it now being a level higher from three and it’s so good you can just taste the urge to let yourself go.

the sudden feeling of his sneaking fingers to brush and slither against your puffy folds was just enough to send you to burst—your mouth slightly went agape, and you’re just stupid. “n-nanami.”

“so dumbstruck you said nanami instead of kento, such a sweet thing,” and you end up squirting the minute he rubs the toy in a circular motion—maneuvering it against you along with fingers to ghost and run alongside your achy pussy. “easy, ‘s okay. lie down on your chest. jus’ let go for me baby, yeah.”

“such a gorgeous girl,” he whispers in awe, leaning down to kiss your clit which turns to countless smooches, mwah after mwah and your legs were practically mush by now. “let me clean you all up with my tongue, ‘m your husband, least i could do. so relax for me, my love.”

SUGURU ☆ GETO

“oh? i’ve made you squirt before, no?” he cackles, leaning back against the headrest of the couch.

“no,” you whined, still getting over your post-orgasm, his cock stood firm inside of you, such inches of his kept you warm with your hands pressed against his chest. geto stares at you with intrigued darkened eyes. having you sat on his lap, legs still barely recovered a few minutes ago. “don’t think you ever did...”

geto grips your waist, sliding a tongue across his lips before muttering in a sly coy tone. “mhm hmm,” and he’s so sassy, even having the audacity to roll his eyes at you. black specks of hair trickle down and paint the lower half of his body. geto’s happy trail was always appetizing to look at.

“this your little way of asking me to make you soak yourself on me, angel? how cute.” he grins.

“…sugu—” and you gasp at the way he grunts the minute the pads of his thumbs lightly press and pierce into your skin. he starts making you bounce against him and your mouth opens, such lewd whines exit your lips before you throw your arms around his neck.

“wanna squirt, do it yourself. fuck me baby. show me how bad you want it,” and he groans how he’s so stuffed. so full of cum still, hefty base pounding and thwacking back against your pussy. “you’re a big girl. do it y-yourself, mhm…shit.”

he was so teasingly sly, making you rut yourself against him, in the end you always had to do pretty much everything yourself whenever it came to geto.

“…okay,” you choked out, and he playfully leans back — tiny beads of sweat running down the side of his forehead as well as the very middle part of his chiseled v-line.”

it felt so good, you’re dumbly grating your teeth together, still so sensitive, the only cacophony that left your lips was cute whimpers of, “s-sugu,” “…want you s’bad,” and even, “you’re so mean.”

he chuckles at how dumb you grew out to be simply from being stuffed full of thick inches of his dick. “gotta be mean to deal with a pussy this wet.”

his girth had you running for your money, toes clinching as you started to rollick and jerk your hips against him, reaching a hand down to play with yourself before you whine. “f-feel it, suguru.”

“yeah? what are you waitin’ for then?” he purrs.

he chuckled at the sudden moments where you’d grow quiet — he knows how good he’s getting underneath your skin with his vexatious teasing.

his cock expanded in and out the more you moved your hips against him, your soft breaths getting caught in your throat before it comes, you squirt at the same time geto came and he’s caught off guard by the sticky messy feeling, he’s the one who slips off a whine. “s-shit..”

it came out a lot…

let alone with him soaking your cunt full of his own, you really felt stuffed and full to the very depths of it, it felt like a sharp coil within you snapped. geto starts panting, and he takes a moment to blink before grunting, staring away with a flustered face. “don’t look at me. finish fucking me, hmph.”

SATORU ☆ GOJO

“pretty please, ‘toru,” you’d whine out, and he was just straight up cocky and mean, teasing you with having you on all fours, impatient and desperately desperate. “i wanna…wanna squirt.”

“i know you do,” he laughs, playfulness ran all over his tone before he gives your ass a squeeze. that earned a needy moan out of you and you but down on your lip while staring at the fat sheets of the mattress underneath you. “are you asking me to make you squirt or are ya tellin’ me, pretty girl?”

he was so infuriating. even while being plugged in with so much of his thick inches, even just barely with the way he kept swiping his fat tip against your slit, awaiting you.

“….‘m asking, s-satoru.”

he whirrs a playful tone before flipping you over on your back to face him, and then he smiles. “okay. if that’s what you want,” and his voice was so low—a tad bit raspy with pompous smugness all over his sentences. “since i know how impatient ‘n horny you are all the damn time, i’ll make ya squirt in about one minute.”

a minute?

was that even possible—you always heard about how it would take at least longer than that but then you remembered who you were dealing with. gojo satoru and his long pretty fingers that never failed to stretch your pussy out. he was forever proud of that fact, he’d make you soaking wet from not only his dick, his mouth, but especially his fingers.

“it’s gonna get messy, ‘m warning you,” he teases, pulling you up a bit to place a towel down underneath your back. he leans in to pepper kisses underneath your chin before seconds later, he moves his length aside with a grip — before slowly stuffing a single long finger inside, which after a few milliseconds, turns into another. “now, i’m gonna need you to be a good wet girl and jus’ relax for me.”

his words were soothing. you could hardly comprehend anything so his sentences went straight towards your clit, throbbing and throbbing you wanted more. he finds it cute how you grip onto his wrist, babbling about how you don’t want him to stop. “o-okay, satoru. okay.”

you shudder at the feeling of him grazing a thumb down your slit and he moves his head down between your legs to blow softly against your pussy and you moan, feeling him create a good amount of pressure to where you bare down against his fingers easily as if it came natural.

“sweet girl,” he groans, giving your pussy a kittenish suck. your eyes went back in pleasure and you whined at the feeling of his two fingers just smacking in and out of you now. the noises, they were so loud you could hardly even believe it was coming out of you. “hear how wet this sloppy pussy is? yeah girl, that’s you.”

his words that went through your ear and out the other and it got you so wet. his degradation had you pulsing, you felt the inside of your tummy tighten, muscles clenching with you lying down on your back, bracing yourself. gojo was patient with you, occasionally bringing soft kisses towards your clit. you whined before he started to grow more feral, sucking and latching his tongue against your folds while still having two fingers stuffed inside your pussy.

your brain doesn’t even process you’re squirting before gojo lets off a, “oopsie,” the minute you squirt out on his fingers, the front tips of his fingers massage and toy and prod against that spot you always grew to know—and you moan at the way he easily stole a orgasm from you like that, within a single span of a minute.

“aw. you look like you just saw your life flash before your eyes, baby,” then he sits up to face you. both arms pressed around you before muttering in a teasing tone, “want a taste? open your mouth.”

and he gives you the most sloppiest kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat before grunting, you moan in his mouth. your legs wrapped around his slim waist before he squeezes a hand down on your pussy only to spank it roughly, breaking away for a bit before whispering, “good girl. now gimme one more. wanna see if i can do it within thirty seconds.”

CHOSO ☆ KAMO

“b-baby…you wanna do that?” choso mumbles, staring in awe as the both of you watched some random eight minute compilation of women squirting. he was staring intently, and then he only grew more flustered at picturing you like that. legs all spread, eyes rolled back and maybe your tongue stupidly lolled out. “um.. squirt?”

“yes…” you nodded, sitting on his lap. he throbbed behind you, still a bit tingly from his recent orgasm of fucking you.

you pressed against his back and his chin cutely rests against your shoulder. choso’s always been a bit inexperienced whenever it came to well, women. he’s had sex sure….but he doesn’t think he’s ever made a girl do this, this thing called squirting. not until you brought it up.

the more he watched it, the more he moaned to himself at imagining you being all messy like that.

“okay baby, i can do it,” he murmurs in a soft voice.

he brings a hand between your legs and pries it open just a bit, “lie back,” he moans, seeing your legs sprawl open slowly for him made him lick his lips, he was so hungry for you. you had the phone in your hand so he could watch, imitate the exact ways to make a woman squirt with ease and it was so cute how attentive he was. “s-stimulate the um…g-spot a little like this,” he mumbles to himself, and you moan once he slowly inserts two slender long fingers inside your pussy, you were so wet he lets off a cute, “o-oh….”

his eyes multitasked, turning its focus towards you and the screen that played the lewd video at the same time. “like that c-choso, please.”

“i’m doing a good job?” he says, and it’s almost into a form of a whine. all because he’s so desperate to hear your praise and approval, he feels his stomach flip in a good way at feeling you nod against his chest, affirming him to not stop. “okay, okay,” he mutters. “add a little um…p-pressure, consistent pressure until you feel a spongey like texture deep towards the clit.”

you moaned, his words matched his fingers, you tried to squeeze your thighs together but remembered you couldn’t because they were open.

your head rested back against his chest and with a right hand squeezing down onto his thigh, you felt your leg start to bounce. “m-more.”

“don’t wanna rush this baby,” he kisses the back of your forehead. a small pout going across your lips before he continues, pausing to hear the voice on the video that’s instructing speak.

he leans against your ear, strands of his hair poking against you before he murmurs. “bare against my fingers princess. squeeze down a little ‘n relax. can you do that?”

you choke out a moan once you obey his words, doing exactly what he says before you feel a sudden rush reaching out, you never felt this feeling before such a high you craved and chased you felt dizzy, a good kind of a dizzy.

“c-choso, ‘s coming, ‘s coming,” you moaned, your legs not able to hold themselves still. he has a perfect bowling ball grip with his fingers, stroking gently against you to where your mouth salivates with your own saliva.

“…fuck,” you sobbed, the warmth of him massaging his long fingers inside of you made you taste every number of tastebuds that resided on your tongue.

the moment you gush out and squirt, coating his fingers clean of your sheeny pretty slick, you flop back against his chest and you can ever hear a tiny gasp leave his lips. “w-wow,” he whispers in shock — with how much you squirted, he was so fascinated, growing more and more curious and it was adorable. “can you…can we do that again? please?”

Imagine how much stamina jjk men has during sex, can you please make this a multi headcanon?😭😭

❛ RIDE IT LIKE YOU OWN IT! ❜

geto, toji, gojo, choso, sukuna. rating the jjk men stamina and how long they last.

warnings. mdni. fem! reader, multiple órgasms + rounds, dirty talk, praise, doggy, full nelson, daddy kink, unprotected s*x, pussydrunk men, breath play, squirting, breeding kink.

word count. 2.6k

☆ GOJO

without question, gojo could last for hours. many, many rounds. you’d be so drunk from his cock that by this point his moans start to grow even louder than yours.

“f-fuck, the way you fuck back against me,” he’d groan, his bottom lip pokes out before he’s got a mean grip on your hips. you’re just being drilled by this point from his dick, your head thwacking and hitting back and forth against the cushioned mattress. he’s so whiney, huffing and puffing as his eyes stared right at the mounds of your ass. you’d be slamming back into him, and your ears just ring from each individual spank he gives you. “how long ‘s been, baby—? gettin’ tired yet?”

“no,” you’d moan, and he’s buried balls deep, its like fatigue for him just wasn’t real. entirely nonexistent. gojo pivots his hips, rolling it against you while skimming his thumbs against your waist and you whine. “don’t s-stop.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he groans, and he feels the warmth of your feet wrap around his calves—you were speechless, mouth dangling open as he’s thrusting deep deep into you. “princess, y’know what you can do for me?” you swallow, feeling gojo lean in right up against your ass, one hand clinging onto your hip, another going between your legs. “play with yourself for me. remind me how much of a messy girl you are.”

“okay..” you’d whine, dragging a hand amidst your legs.

you wince at bit at the feeling of your thin panties sticking against you. gojo made you keep them on, lazily just pushing them towards the sides of your legs, all because he couldn’t wait. impatient.

whenever gojo would come home from day long missions, he’d give you bedroom eyes almost instantaneously. and you knew what that meant.

“s-satoru,” you’d babble, rubbing a few fingers against your clit, he’s got your head pressing into the mattress so good — small noises of surprised squeaks elicit from your throat. he made sure the arch you had was simply immaculate. your pussy continuously clenched around him, the girth of him easily stretching throughout your cunt. “fuckkk, fuck, right there.”

gojo gets off from your pleasure, and as he stares at your jerking body, he quickens his pace a bit more before uttering out a soft,

“oh…s-shittt,” and that’s when he feels you tighten up for a second. gojo’s breathing starts to pick up, thighs aching, and he knew exactly what was preparing to build up. “baby, fuck when…when you grip down on me like that ‘m gonna c-cum again.”

and he’s serious, deadly.

his base unremittingly whacks against your slick little entrance. your fingers were barely doing any sorts of stimulation because all the attention was going straight towards gojo’s mean rich thrusts. “damn, ya always jus’ milk me every—every fuckin’ time,” and as he spoke, he made sure to match his words with his hits against your cunt. “c-can’t stop ‘cause this pussy won’t let me.”

strands of spit trickled down the corners of your lips due to your mouth being open and you moaned, feeling gojo push you up—you’re matching his lewd rhythmic pace before he lets off a sharp gasp, dumping another load into you.

“g-god, you…you always know how to make a mess out of me,” he shudders, feeling every inch of his body grow staggeringly hot. such lengths of ropes — his cum fueled you up, it was sticky and you craved for more. gojo’s breathing was irregular, and yet he still wasn’t tired.

after all….he was the strongest.

so that meant, going again and again. even if that meant going all day, because one of gojo’s favorite things was to train your pussy, you.

☆ TOJI

his stamina would be equivalent to a horse. when toji fucks…he fucks.

“nah, don’t run now, y’er the one who’s been begging for me to give this pussy attention,” he’d gruff, and your tongue was just lolled all the way out — dragging and scraping against the fabric sheets of the bed.

toji treated you like a rag doll. you’d be pushed up against him, and he’s got you in full nelson. thick cock driving right into your cunt. you find your legs being all up in the air and you’re just whimpering frenetically.

“nasty girl. made me stop doin’ my sets jus’ to fuck ya. ‘oughta be ashamed of yourself,” and then you moan, feeling him pin his beefy arms around your neck to hold you gently in place. “got anythin’ to say? did all that talkin’ ‘n now y’er just radio silent. shame.”

“n-no,” you moaned, and you felt your knees buckle. toji’s fat cock buried deep against your walls, he hit everywhere, even the spots you didn’t even know existed. you were just dumbly bouncing on his lap — tongue stupidly rolled out with your breath hitching. “fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, daddy.”

“who?”

you grew sub substantially quiet, the only sounds running out of your mouth were your quiet shaky breaths.

toji’s got you in a firm safe headlock, softly bringing a hand to squeeze against your right tit, another toying against your slick entrance before he slyly murmurs against your ear, “aw. no back talk now? tell me what you jus’ called me, baby. or you won’t get to cum on me.”

chest heaving, you swallowed whatever pride you had left, shifting your hips a bit to feel how deep he was stuffed into you before you whined. “i-i called you daddy.”

“yeah you did,” he chuckles with a low rasp, sheer bass coating his tone entirely. you felt so small. he’s so strong, lifting you up and down to just buck and jolt on his fat cock—skin sharply ricocheting against his thigh each time you make directly contact.

“you don’t gotta be shy around me, doll,” he mutters, fingers softly curling around your neck. you were pressed up against his chest and toji slows you down with one hand attached to your hip.

another swiftly gets ahold of your chin before he slips a middle finger right into your mouth. he lowly guffaws, feeling you suck on it before replying, “i’ve always liked my women a little nasty for me.”

for a brief second, you were in the midst of catching your breath.

exhaling a low sigh against toji’s pecs that you laid on. he showcases a snarky grins, pressing a kiss against the left side of your neck. “oh come onnn, don’t tell me your legs gave out already,” and then he starts to rub against your clit again. you gasp, moaning before he also gives it a playful spank. “baby, it was only like what . . six rounds? damn, guess you really are a weakling.”

☆ SUKUNA

“…woman, you—you’re so foolish,” he groans, and the curse laid back with a clenched jaw, tightened pecs, and a left hand stuck against your left hip like glue. “keep fuckin’ me like that and ‘m gonna get you pregnant.”

“get me pregnant then,” you whine, leaning in to kiss him.

sukuna grunts, bringing the left temple of your ass a rough spank before he returns the kiss. he glides his tongue alongside yours, warm breath colliding with your own. your tongue slides near his fangs and he lets off a soft groan the more you grind your hips forward towards him in such a way.

after a while, he pulls back before staring at you. his hair was messy and ruffled.

beads of sheeny sweat race down the sides of his forehead before he breathes, “you’re so stupid,” and he traces both of his thumbs against your ass, watching your cunt swallow his thick inches wholeheartedly. “course you want that. you want me to fill you again, princess—?”

“yeah, that’s why i t-told you to get me pr—”

“watch your fuckin’ mouth, little girl,” sukuna chastised, kissing the fat of your ass with another spank. “don’t forget who you’re speakin’ to.”

just as you were about to roll your eyes, you gasp once he reaches a certain sensitive spot. shortly afterwards ; you whine from the incoming sting before you rock your hips at a much more hastened pace.

it’s probably been hours, and of course, sukuna had stamina for hours, days . . perhaps years, after all it is sukuna.

you’d be lucky that he didn’t break your pussy with his thick cock. just him easing his way inside of you, aligning himself gently just so it’d be easier that way—yet you still felt every ambrosial sweetened inch. “f-fuck ‘kuna,” you’d whimper, gradually slowing your hips down.

his jaw clenches again, and his eyes linger down to witness your hips, its rotating against him in such a sloppy slow way—you grind against his lap in response and it makes his head spin.

“d-damn,” he’d swallow, and that was probably the first time you’ve made sukuna stutter. your pussy gripped around him tightly, so much force that it made your ears ring and pop. “got so much cum to flood into your nasty cunt, better be grateful ‘n take every drop,” and then his voice pitches once he brings you closer towards his face with a cold grimacing glare. “wipe that fuckin’ smirk off your face.”

“make me.” you giggle, leaning in to kiss the left side of his lip.

yet you regret even saying that because within a blink of an eye — sukuna’s already got you flipped over on your stomach. he’s already preparing to jostle his hardened dick right back into you where it belongs. “i’ll fuckin’ make you,” and then he kisses his teeth, watching you teasingly wriggle your ass from excitement before growing quiet once he finished his words. “let’s see you take both of my cocks since you wanna be all big ‘n bad, whore.”

☆ GETO

his stamina comes out of nowhere . .

you’d end up teasing geto a bit too much and he just takes it out on your pussy. until the room’s entire smell is filled with nothing but a sweetened mixture of your natural scent of his lavished cologne scent that went against your nose each time.

“fuckkk, we gotta work on this arch of yours, baby,” geto chuckles.

you’re on all fours, staring at how dumb you look in the reflection of the mirror.

geto’s propped up behind you with the smuggest grin on his face, watching your body practically go limp—you moaned, feeling each ridge and edge of his cock prod against the insides of your pussy. he studies the curve of your ass with a toothy grin before using one hand to caress your hip, guiding you with the suaveness of his voice. “bend all the way back for me, yeahhh.”

his voice went so low, it made you throb. geto could do doggystyle on you for hours on end. until his legs would cramp up — but even then, he’d be too pussy drunk to halt. just a few seconds insides your gummy walls, he might as well be living in there at that point.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d moan, the thin sheets of fabric shocking against your perky nipples.

“don’t suguruuu me unless you’re about to cum, princess,” he whispers. his voice was soothing, yet so dirty. whenever he spoke to you like that, in such sass, it never failed to make you throb. he knew how to get under your skin each time and you hated it.

but at the same time . . it turned you on, and geto of all people knew that. he’s so deep, pumping you full of inches to where you’re just inanely bouncing against the spring mattress. “and you’re not about to cum yet, are ya?”

“n-no,” you’d whine, and he smiles at the subtle faint frustration in your tone. by this point, geto’s doggystyle turned into prone bone. he’s all up and pressed against your ass. such ruthless vigorous thrusts against you, you’re drooling for more of his bulky girth, more of his inches.

geto mocks the disappointed pout you had, and you saw through the mirrored reflection. he was such a tease. “exactly, baby” he purrs before giving the back of your tank top a slight tug—you bump up against him and the very tip of his cock kisses your g-spot. you moaned loudly at the feeling of how snuggly fit inside before you feel geto spill a thick load right into your pussy. “f-fuck, but i am..”

☆ CHOSO

with choso, it’s safe to say you probably wouldn’t be walking in the morning.

he’s sweet and gentle, yet once you whine to him how you want him to be a little bit more rough for once — he complied almost immediately.

“okay, okay,” he sibilates through gritted teeth, and choso would gently pick you up, in preparation to fuck you that way. he’s sweet and tender, choso realigns himself before your arms sling around his neck and he grunts hearing the squelching ‘pop’ your pussy hummed. “don’t look at me like that, ‘m trying..”

you giggle, cupping his face to kiss the top of his nose and instantly. choso’s face grows flustered. yet his entire demeanor changed once he was balls deep, fucking you while standing up as if he wasn’t just so timid and apprehensive a literal moment ago.

“oh my goddd,” you’d whine, feeling big hands of his rub against your waist. his touch was so gingerly, grazing down your spine with a few simple fingers. his dick went deep—you panted, and choso’s ears heat up once he heard your moans directly next to his ear. “riiight there, choso. f-fuck me there.”

“praise me m-more, princess,” he mewls, his head throws back as he holds you up. you clamp down on him so good. strings of your own slick and droplets of his cum from previous rounds going against his base . . choso’s struggling to keep his eyes open. “fuckin’ sloppy, so—good,” he huffs, and you’re just slamming back down against him in the process. “tell me how good ‘m doin’ for you, please.”

as you bounced against him, your breath hitched before you snuck a kiss against his lips. “you’re doing great, baby.”

“—yeah?” he pouts. you were so warm inside, it made his head swell. choso was so lenient yet so needy for more of your praises. he’d eat them up every time. just hearing you whisper in that sweet soft voice of yours that he was making you feel good. he didn’t care if he finished - he cared whether you finished, and that was more than enough to satisfy him.

“yeah.” you reply, and he finally returns the kiss, its more sloppy than usual. his tongue breezily brushes against yours, he moans right into your mouth before he feels himself starting to bottom out.

choso’s so vocal, letting off such the sluttiest moans and whimpers into your mouth—you remain with your arms wrapped around him, jerking up and down against him as he’s got you. “f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling his thighs ache before he shifts his heels a bit. a few steps and you’re pinned right up against the wall.

shaky legs of yours snake around his waist before he hears you let off the most candied moan, more so… an orgasm. he didn’t even know you were close, and yet he looks down once he feels your entrance soak all over him.

choso pants, still carrying you before murmuring in a hoarse reticent voice, “d-did you just squirt?”

you’re in the middle of catching your breath before your bottom lip quivers. useless legs dangling alongside his waist before you huff out a shaky breath. “y-yes.”

“oh,” he murmurs before staring into your eyes, “can you do it again?” he pouts, and he’s still buried to the hilt inside of you—you let off a soft noise once choso brings you close to his chest, licking against your ear before whining off a needy, “…please?”

I just read this super sad post about this girl who’s asexual and married and everyone is basically telling her that she doesn’t deserve her husband/she’s just a prude/she should just do it anyway. So I want to tell you all right now that if people tell you this, or if they tell you you’ll never have a relationship, it is BULLSHIT. My husband is asexual and I’m not. He’s sex repulsed, we don’t have sex, we never have. And it doesn’t matter to me. You know what does? He does. His mental health and wellbeing matter to me. Because he is my best friend and he’s one of the smartest, kindest, funniest people I’ve ever met. And he’s had people tel him that he’s broken and it makes me SO ANGRY because they are WRONG. Being different doesnt mean you’re broken. If you don’t like sex/don’t want it/etc. Do not let anyone tell you that you’re inferior because you’re not. Do not let anyone convice you that you’ll never have a relationship because they’re wrong(if you want one). You are not broken, and it will be okay.

the mandalorian fandom is funny because everyone's horniness level is either zero or a hundred. like there's the x reader folks and then there's the noromo mando folks and there's no in between

afab or amab

i'm alab experiment gone wrong. I have horns and wings and also I killed all the scientists except for my found family dad that I accidentally wounded and that was what made me snap out of it. duh

anyways my agab is nunya, and if you wanna inspect my body so you can guess, you can just ask your mom since she saw it up close and personal last night.

Friendly reminder AGAB is an event

QUIET

Pairing: Oikawa x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is the manager of Seijoh and Oikawa’s ex girlfriend. Oikawa gets jealous of reader’s growing friendship with Iwaizumi and decides to show her who she belongs to. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (In their third year so they’re 18)

Content warnings: toxic manipulative oikawa, jealousy, angst, angry sex, exhibitionism, fingering, vaginal sex, degradation, slight praise, hair pulling. Let me know if I missed anything :)

Word Count: 3101 words

A/N: This is my submission for @atsumuscumslut “Fuck me right here” collab. Thanks for letting me join <33. Please check out the work of the other authors who took part in the collab.

The volleyball gym was empty and the constant thumping of the ball echoed through the court. Oikawa was practising his serves with utmost concentration. He wiped the sweat on his brow before going to pick the ball back up with a look of frustration in his eyes. His teammates had gone out for a break but he just couldn’t go out there knowing he had to face you. Seeing your face everyday, knowing just how much he hurt you and how you still managed to put on a smile and act professional just bothered him to no end. He wanted you to hate him, despise him or at least show some reaction but instead you carried on with your duties as the manager and treated him with utmost professionalism.

Had the breakup not hurt you? Did you just not care? Did he really mean that little to you?

His mind swirled with thoughts about you. Even today during practice, you smiled and joked around with the boys looking so happy and carefree. Oikawa knew he was in the wrong, since he was the one who hurt you and decided to end the relationship. But he couldn’t help but expect you to miss him at least a little. When he saw Iwa throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you in for a hug, Tooru just knew that if he faced you right now, he wouldn’t be able to control his actions or what came out of his mouth next. So he stayed back and decided to practice his serves to try and calm himself down. But so far he just managed to make himself angrier.

You lingered by the door, watching Oikawa throw the ball angrily and you couldn’t help but feel your chest constrict at the thought of how happy the both of you were mere days ago. You managed to act like you didn’t care or the fact that Oikawa leaving you hadn’t left a gaping hole in your heart that you knew only he could fix. No matter what went down between the two of you, you would never let your personal issues come in the way of volleyball since it meant everything to Tooru. So for his sake and yours, you put on a strong facade and acted with complete professional decency.

When everyone decided to take a little break you assumed Tooru would follow soon enough. But when he didn’t show up after 10 minutes, you decided you’d go and check up on him since he had a tendency to overwork himself. At least that’s what you told yourself as you walked towards the volleyball court. You knew the real reason you came to look for him was because you missed him too much and after days of pretending, you just wanted to be alone with him for a little bit even though you knew he didn’t care for you anymore.

Your eyes followed his every move and your mind was clouded with thoughts of how beautiful he was. He ran his hands through his hair, his brown eyes focusing solely on the ball, yet his mind seemed to be far away. You couldn’t help but shiver when you saw him in his element. He threw the ball up in the air with his lithe hands, jumping and then hitting it with all his might. There was an eerie sense of calmness on his face as he watched the ball bounce exactly where he wanted it to. You were mesmerised, you wanted to stop staring yet you couldn’t. He always managed to do this, to reel you in and drown you in a sea of emotions. You forced yourself to look away from his lean figure and decided to say something, anything to clear the fog in your head.

“It’s awfully stupid of you to overwork yourself right after recovering from an injury. Take a break.” You said this as you walked over to the edge of the court where the towels and water bottles were kept. Your heart was thumping out of your chest and it took everything in you to pretend like gathering the courage to speak to him didn’t almost kill you.

“And how is that any of your concern?” he spat out angrily.

You had expected Tooru to be angry but it still hurt when he spoke to you in that tone. But you knew you couldn’t give in to your emotions, especially not in front of him. “Well I am the manager of this team so the health of its members should be my concern. No?” Your voice displayed a false sense of calm, a condescending tone even, as you leaned on the wall and pretended to be nonchalant.

He snatched a towel from beside you and walked towards you till he managed to back you up against the wall. He towered over you and your faces were almost too close for comfort. Your thighs quivered at the proximity between the two of you.

Tooru didn’t know what came over him or what exactly he was planning to do. All he knew is that at this moment he wanted to be as close to you as possible and that he yearned for your touch. And he saw the way you gulped and the way your thighs shook when he came close to you. He wasn’t quite sure how you felt about him but he knew that your body was a different story altogether. He settled on following his instincts and ignoring his sense of logic altogether. His defences were withering away around you, they always had. So he resorted to what he did best, manipulated the player until they were nothing but puppets.

“Do you get a sense of satisfaction pretending like nothing happened between us? Does it feel good disregarding everything we had and just moving on without any remorse whatsoever?” he edged closer to you and saw that his voice alone was sending tremors through your body.

Tooru could feel your facade slowly breaking down. He felt the anger oozing out of you and he knew that the next words that were going to come out of your mouth were going to be harsh. He held his breath and you let out yours. “How dare you accuse me of not caring when you’re the one who ended everything we had in just a blink of a second? Were you not the same person who decided to end 2 years of being together just because you thought I would distract you from volleyball? I respected your decision and gave you space and you think that means I don't care?” you were breathless and panting hard as you said this. He didn’t back away but instead came closer until your whole body was trapped beneath his. One of his hands slammed on the wall beside you while the other hand caressed your cheeks so gently that you hardly even felt it. And then he squished your cheeks with his hand and pulled you upto to him. You knew you should try to jerk free but, his gaze lingered on your puckered lips and he was panting hard because of all the things he wanted to do to you. His eyes were brimming with anger, but also something else, something much more dark and twisted.

“Is that why you were getting so close with Iwa? Since you ‘care’ so much you decided to show it by trying to make me jealous? Well guess what babe? It’s working.” he spat out.

You could feel the tension brimming in the air and you knew that it would snap anytime now. Just when you thought something might happen, you both turned your head to the side after hearing shuffling near the door. From the window you saw that it was Iwa and you were about to move away when you heard Tooru swear and cover your mouth with his hand. “Not another word” he whispered harshly in your ears and pulled you into the equipment room.

You were disoriented for a second and before you could react, you felt yourself being pushed against the door and saw Tooru’s tall figure leaning over you. His hand was still covering your mouth and he bent down to your neck. “Your precious Iwa-chan is out there waiting for you, but you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me aren’t you?” he breathed against your neck. You unintentionally tilted your neck to give him more access. You felt his smirk against your neck and suddenly he was all over you. His hips touched yours, one of his hands went to your waist to pull you closer and the other went to your hair and pulled it back to expose your neck completely.

“You don’t own me, Tooru.” your voice was breathless and held no conviction at all. Tooru knew that you would do whatever he wanted at this moment because you were so far gone. “Oh yeah? Then call for Iwa or better yet, push me away and tell me to stop.” he said in his all too cocky tone. His hand tugged at your hair harshly and you hissed from the pain. You felt his lips touch your neck and he left soft kisses all over. You couldn't stop the little moan that escaped your lips and your hips jutted forward towards him. “Tell me to stop babe” his lips were all over you now. You grabbed his face with your hands and stared into his eyes, soaking his beauty in. You knew that right now your body was out of control and you would regret this moment but you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him.

The moment his lips touched yours, he embraced you, yearning to pull you closer, to engulf you. His lips left yours and travelled a path from your neck down to your chest, nipping and leaving marks all over. His eyes were on yours as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt and said, “Are you ever gonna want someone else this much? You think Iwa can give you this?”. You were too lost in his touch to conjure up an answer.

You felt your breath closing up and looked down to see his hands wrapped around you. “Answer me slut” he hissed slowly. He bit your nipple through the bra and his hand tightened its hold around your neck. “N-no no one b-but you Tooru” you moaned. His hand slid up under your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties. His knuckles lightly brushed over your clit through your panties and that little contact left you breathless and needy. You rested your head on his shoulder and whispered, “I need you”.

“You need me, yeah? I bet you didn’t think of this when Iwa was hugging you right? What else have you been doing with him?” he whispered venomously while his fingers were brushing against your clit over and over again. “S-stop it Tooru you know there’s nothing between me and Iwa '' you tried to defend yourself but he was making it hard for you to even think. You couldn’t take his teasing any longer and started to thrust your hips against his hand in a bid to get more friction where you needed it.

“What do you think you’re doing? You will take what I give you, so stop acting like a needy whore.” He completely withdrew his hands from your pussy. “Tooru please I can’t take it anymore” you whined out, desperate for his touch.

He opened his mouth to respond but before he could say anything, you both heard Iwa calling out your names. You were startled and were about to push Tooru away but he held your hands and pushed them above your head. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he said, “what makes you think I will stop just because Iwa is around? Or are you too worried about what Iwa-chan might say if he found you here?”

He slid his hands up, all the way to the waistband of your panties and in one smooth tug, pulled them down. They pooled around your legs and you kicked them off. He bit your ear and his index finger started rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit. “Aa-ah feels so g-good!” you moaned out. He swiped his fingers over your wet slit and brought them up to your mouth. “Suck.” he commanded as he pushed them past your lips. You greedily lapped at his fingers while looking him straight in the eye, swirling your tongue around them for good measure.

“You’re such a whore” he bit out. He pulled his fingers away from your mouth which resulted in a pop sound and before you knew it, he had two of those fingers shoved into you with a single thrust. You threw your head back in both pleasure and pain. Tooru used his other hand to cover your mouth in order to silence your moans. “Quiet” he harshly whispered.

His fingers started to fuck you in a slow but controlled pace and you were losing your mind. Just as you were getting used to the pleasure, he turned around and knotted his hand around your hair. He forced your head towards the little window in the equipment room and you saw Iwaizumi standing there with his phone in his hand. You were scared that he could see you but then realized that the window was tinted from the outside, so Iwa couldn’t see you both. Tooru started to increase the pace of his fingers and you clenched around them. “You’re such a whore, getting turned on by watching Iwa. This is the filthy shit you like huh?” he whispered. You were too lost in the moment to respond but all you knew was that this was turning you on. You were so wet and his thrusting fingers inside you were making a loud squelching sound. It all felt so lewd. Lewd but so good. He twisted his fingers inside you and found your spot. “F-fu-fuck I’m gonna cum pl-please oh god!” you were practically incoherent at this point. “Yeah that's a good girl, cum on my fingers baby” Tooru said, in his husky voice. You were putty in his hands and came apart, your moans muffled by your own hand. You were so lightheaded from your orgasm that your head fell back against him where your sensitive neck was exposed to the chill ventilation in the room. He let you breathe for a minute before saying, “I am not done with you yet.”

Tooru bent you forward so that your hands were resting on the window in front and your back was slotted against his front. He started to slowly grind against you and you moaned from the sensitivity. “I’m gonna fuck you and your eyes should be on Iwa-chan the whole time. Is that clear?” he commanded. You knew that this was wrong on so many levels but you missed Tooru and you missed his body, you craved him and would do whatever he asked at this moment. “Y-yes” you whispered slowly.

Tooru pulled his dick out of his pants and moved his hand up and down the shaft. He started to rub himself on your wet folds, you moaned when his dick rubbed over your clit. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” he bit out, and pushed himself inside you in one single thrust. You both groaned at the intrusion and he slowly started to thrust in and out of you. “H-hn faster p-please!” you begged. He obliged and started to thrust into you with all his might. “O-oh my god f-fuck!” you moaned as you threw your head back. You felt a harsh tug on your hair as Tooru guided your head back towards the window, “I told you to look at him. Look at your precious Iwa-chan and tell me if he could fuck you like this” he groaned when your walls started to clench around him. Watching Iwa so unaware and unsuspecting of what was happening right behind him made you moan. This was driving you over the edge. You had to bite into your hand when Tooru started to play with your clit while thrusting inside you. “Answer me baby. Tell me if he could give it to you like this” he groaned. “Hm-hnn uh no, n-no one can, just you” you were a babbling mess as he rammed into you. He twisted his hips and repeatedly started to hit your spot. You screamed out loud.

You noticed Iwa froze, as though he heard something. Tooru bent down and whispered, “now look what you’ve done. Iwa definitely heard you, what is he going to think about his precious manager?” His words made you clench around him and Tooru groaned at the sensation. “So fucking filthy” he said as he started to thrust into you harder. It was all too much for you, the feeling of Tooru inside you, the fact that Iwa most likely heard you and Tooru’s filthy words. You could feel your peak approaching for the second time and your whole body felt as if it would break if Tooru kept pushing into you like this. “I’m go-gonna cum Tooru. Fuck it’s too much. Oh god!” you sobbed. “Not yet” he commanded. You whined and begged but he didn’t budge and just kept thrusting into you. You were crying now, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to follow Tooru’s wishes. “Please please p-please” you chanted, hoping he would give you the reprieve that you desperately needed. His thrusts started to slow down and you knew that he was close. “F-fuck cum for me” he groaned. That was all you needed to let go and your pussy clenched around him, your thighs shaking as you approached your orgasm. You kept chanting his name the whole time, not caring who might’ve heard you.

But you should have because Iwa was looking right at you through the window. You blushed and panicked, embarrassed that Iwa caught on to what happened. You pushed Tooru off of you and hurriedly started to put your clothes back on. He lazily pulled his pants up while staring at you intensely. “We need to talk after practice,” he said. He pulled you in for a hug and kissed you on your forehead. You relaxed against him, feeling calm. You both knew you had a lot to talk about but for now staying like this was perfect.

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can we please stop using the term "sleeping together" to refer to sex? i just want to cuddle and sleep platonically with people i like platonically and not have everyone assume we're doing something else

A project for class :,) about a decreation story. If you will,,, about how corporate greed and climate change are gonna be the death of us basically (that’s probably a lil negative but yeh) , focusing specifically on oil and pharmaceutical companies.