Visions — Abby Anderson.

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NSFW

So hybrid bulls and cows are actually separate species in MY fantasy world, not male and female.

So you work on a farm specializing in male cows and bulls, the only woman that’s allowed there due to… how the hybrids behave around any females.

You milk them… but not in the normal way. As the only woman on the farm, you’re the only one they’ll allow to milk their cocks. They produce a special semen that’s a milk alternative, and very yummy!

The cow’s are fine enough, following you around and nuzzling into you, wanting cuddles and extra attention when you’re milking them… they behave so well, blushing and mooing softly, gently moving their hips against your hand as you milk their cocks dry.

The bulls however… are a different story. They’re very territorial and protective over the cow hybrids, who they’ve formed a friendship with. They don’t like most people, and tend to be loners that only come around when it’s milking time.

But your pay is upgraded when the farm owners notice that the bulls have started warming up to you, even starting to treat you like a heifer, keeping you safe and guarding you from the other employees.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone but you when the bulls started being a bit… too handsy with you. They viewed you as a heifer now… but you were so small compared to any female cow they’d ever seen. A runt, stunted, maybe…

But you had that chubby tummy and plush hips, those plump breasts that would look so pretty full of milk…

Within a month of starting work, you find yourself being bent over by one of the bulls, the cows mooing in distress and trying to comfort you as a fat cock enters your cunt.

“D-don’t be rough with her! She’s little!” one of the cows protests, stroking your hair and cooing softly to you. The bull huffs, hot air hitting the back of your neck as he fucks into you.

“Being as gentle as possible… little thing, couldn’t take me being rough even if I wanted to be…”

Your cunt was stuffed full with cum, several bulls mounting you until you were a blubbering mess. Once the bulls were done, you were surrounded by cows, getting kisses and snuggles… but they wanted to mate as well…

They pressed down on your belly, cum pooling between your legs as they cooed and gently fucked their own seed into you. By the end of the work day, you were spent, curled up in the hay with several cow hybrids as the bulls guarded the door.

You were payed handsomely for your efforts, and offered an even bigger paycheck to let them mount you at least once a week to let out their sexual frustrations.

They became more territorial around you, but when you weren’t in the picture, the bulls were much calmer and didn’t attack anyone that brought out food or came to give them check ups.

And when you became pregnant… well… let’s just say you were tucked away in the barn, living there with the cows and bulls as your belly grew heavy and swollen.

The cows tended to you, making sure you received all the human comforts you wanted along with their endless affections, and the bulls kept you safe.

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A/N: omg… ask me more about this concept because… I’m in love

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Not gonna lie I would have slap the shit out of nanami cause how are you going to embarrass me in front of them people (ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง

Who is she? PT 3

You can't take it anymore.

ft. Satoru, Suguru, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji

CW: Angst, men being men, arguments. 🙄

A/N: Hi besties! Hope you enjoy part 3, more to come! Also I'm sorry if someone had already requested to be tagged when I posted this. Unfortunately I won't be taking any more additions to the taglist as it takes a lot of my time to go searching around for people. I'll be keeping the ones already tagged of course! If you had requested before and I skipped you just shoot me a message and I'll add you.

Edit to add another funny ask about this 😂

PT. 2

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reader biting bakugo’s muscles? 🥹

I LIKE THIS, esp cs he got some big muscles.

Boyfriend! Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

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Imagine this. Normally on a Thursday night you would be waiting on the couch for your boyfriend Katsuki to come home after his patrol.

As of right now, things were different. At 11:34 pm on a Thursday night, you’re laying on your boyfriend’s muscular chest whilst watching a random spider man movie. Your cheek was smushed against his chest. His arms were around your head, and around your waist, you were sure your eyes were drooping.

The yawn you let out caught the older man’s attention, looking away from the large tv to look down at you. A small grin appeared on his face, which turned into bored expression aswell as a tsk coming out of his lips.

“you wanted to watch this stupid movie, now your sleeping on it? C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” He coo’s, kissing your temple.

You scoffed in response, rubbing your eyes. Yet the heat building up in your chest continued to rise, as well as the beats in your heart.

“shut up, ‘m jus more tired than usual, kats.” The sentence that was let out was more of a mumble than an actual straight up response. That’s how your boyfriend knew you were tired.

Your boyfriend snorted in response. “You better stay the fuck awake.. ‘already so long into the movie.” He paused, taking in the scene in-front of him.

“oh.. the girlfriend is falling.” A gruesome expression appears on his face as he watches her fall.

Usually you’d be awake for this type of stuff, but your eyes were struggling to stay open.

With the little amount of strength you had left in you, your e/c orbs darted to Katsukis meaty arms. You hadn’t noticed how toned it was, considering that he was only in a wife beater.

Though you could barely move, the only movement you made was moving your head from off his chest, to his arm. Taking a chomp out of the area that you felt was the most appropriate.

Chomp!

Katsuki didn’t flinch, instead he paused the movie and looked down at you who was biting the fuck out of his bicep.

“You little shit— did you just fuckin bite me??” Katsuki grumbles, lightly shaking you off so you would stop biting him.

A bite mark was left on his bicep, it didn’t hurt. Obviously it didn’t hurt, or caused any problems to your boyfriend. But he was concerned on how why you did it.

You grinned in response, rubbing on the bite mark before kissing it.

“Sorry suki, y’ur arms are just s’ unresistible.” You moaned in sastisfsction, head snuggling deeper into his chest.

He rolled his eyes, propping two fingers on your chin to force you to look at him.

“You’re stupid, dunno how I ended up with you.” Katsuki grumbled, placing a few kisses on your eager, pretty lips.

“You love me” you smiled, kissing his red cheek.

“you know i do, sweets.”

As he thought everything was over, you placed one last kiss to his cheek. Before biting the soft, chubby part.

Katsukis eyes widened, eyebrows scrunching in annoyance.

“You’re going to be the fuckin death of me, ‘little brat..” He uttered, repeatedly whilst you giggle the night away.

Even if he was grumpy, his arms always found a way to hug you tighter. The whole night was spend giggling, having fun, biting, all of the above. The movie was long forgotten.

Even if you kept biting him, all he wanted was a soothing kiss on the bite. That’s because he loves you.

Even if your a pain in the ass.

This is 💞beautiful💞

MY LIFE BEFORE YOU [ ♡ ]

summary. how jjk men fall in love with single-mom reader.

cw/ tw. fem!reader, fluff, domesticity, brief mentions of pregnancy, mild hurt/ comfort, pining, original child characters, aged-up characters, boss/ employee relationship, mildly suggestive toward the end

featuring. gojo, yuuji, sukuna, megumi, nanami

an. hello, this is an updated repost from my @/satorini blog:3 enjoy! reblogs are appreciated!

✢ GOJO

Being a single mom has its ups and downs, especially when it comes to dating. You can easily recount the times you sat across from a date who looked like they ate something sour after the mention of your daughter, how they paused, spine going stiff—never keen on the type of baggage that comes in small packages.

So it’s only natural to expect the same with Gojo when you tell him on the first date in the back of a coffee shop, wincing internally with a tight grip around your cup. You wait for the awkward laugh, the promise to call you later, even though they never do. 

But then he surprises you.

He smiles—that same one that filled your belly with butterflies the first time you ran into him in the elevator at work—his gaze unexpectedly soft, and he asks, “What’s her name?”

You sip your coffee to distract yourself from that fluttery feeling in your chest. “Ma—um, her name’s Mai.”

Your heartbeat doesn’t slow for hours after that date; you admit you hadn’t expected him to take it in full stride.

Almost two years later, sometimes you still can’t believe it—how he fits so effortlessly in your life, that he’s shown you time and time again that he has no problem treating your daughter like his own.

He calls her princess and treats her like one, too. One day, you walk into the living room to find Mai putting clips in Satoru's hair and unicorn stickers on his face, letting her ramble about her day at daycare (because the afternoon reading circle is apparently very eventful for a bunch of four-year-olds).

On the days he’s off work, you have to keep the fridge stocked with food, or else they’ll eat nothing but sweets all day. And when he does cook, he'll have a chair pushed up to the counter for Mai to see and help—though your kitchen is often left a total mess afterward.

It’s after dinner, Mai tucked into bed, his arms curled around your waist while you scrub a pot, a thumb tracing your abdomen—sweetheart, what if we had another?—and you let yourself think about it. Can’t help it.

This time, you won’t be alone in a delivery room, Satoru’s large hands comfortingly wrapped around yours before holding his newborn for the first time, one with Satoru’s smile and maybe your eyes. Another set of small feet running down the hall for cuddles in the morning… 

You reach down and cup his hand, despite it being covered in sudsy dishwater, though he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think…I think I’d like that.”

✢ YUUJI

He’s always been your best friend; since that time you fell off the swingset when you were six and after you found out you were pregnant and never heard anything back from the father. 

It's possibly the best and worst thing that could have happened to you. 

The best because he’s there for you until the twins come screaming into the world; it’s no surprise they’re just as drawn to his sunny personality as everyone else. Yuuji becomes a shadow at your side in the weeks after, becoming somewhat of a quasi-parent even though you never asked him to, which is why it’s the worst.

Those easy smiles are slowly replaced by the feeling of your heart trembling in your chest whenever you catch him hastily tripping up the stairs to the nursery to wake the twins from their nap. Or when he takes the three of you to the park for a picnic and spends the entire time staring at one of the sleeping little boys on your chest as if they’re doing cartwheels.

You try not to think about it too much unless you want to risk losing Yuuji, to crumble whatever solid foundation your friendship sits on. Plus, why would he want to settle with a single mom anyway?

You’ve seen the girls he’s dated, and none of them walk out of the house wearing a sweater covered in baby food stains, pretty, willowy girls who put a little more effort into their appearance than you have in months. 

And the sadder, more obvious answer is that there’s no way he feels the same about you—sweet, whole-hearted Yuuji who’s friendly to strangers and always willing to help wherever he’s needed. 

You’re no different.

There’s some truth to that, which rapidly disintegrates as the months go on. You can no longer ignore how Yuuji lights up whenever someone accidentally mistakes him for the twin’s father or mentions how cute your family is.

It’s easy to imagine until you’re so wrapped up in thoughts that make you bite back a smile—of coming home to Yuuji napping with the twins on the couch, quiet evenings snuggled up under soft blankets on the couch, kissing him when he leaves for work in the morning—that you nearly miss what he says to the sweet old man who’s been giving Yuuji unsolicited parenting advice, “Maybe she’ll actually say yes when I ask her to marry me someday.”

He’s not looking at you when he says it, but you see how his smile reaches his eyes (soft as if he’s inserted himself into the same future you thought of), and for a moment, you allow yourself to hope. 

✢ SUKUNA

He’s never been the type to want kids of his own, and yet he couldn’t turn a blind eye when you call him nearly two months since that night at his brother’s birthday party—hazily remembering you telling him you’re one of Yuuj’s friends before he took you back to his place—to tell him you’re pregnant.

“You don’t have to be there. I just thought you should know,” you say wetly.

“Jesus—” he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. He doesn’t think the employee breakroom at the gym is the right place to have this conversation. “Listen, don’t cry. I’ll be there, alright? Whatever you need.”

Sukuna at least thought he’d actually be with the person he has a kid with. Over the next four years, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

There’s a lot that’s undesirable about the situation, like the fact that every time he walks out of his room, he always ends up stepping on Legos because you insist on buying Hana more and leave them at his place, or that he can't eat anything these days without a small hand reaching out for his food.

But the one thing that really makes his blood curdle is whenever he has Hana for the weekend, and she rambles through a mouthful of mac n’ cheese about how you and Yuuji took her to the park, with more stories about Yuuji this and Yuuji that.

He should be grateful his brother is such a doting uncle, yet he grinds his teeth the longer his daughter prattles on.

Out of everything, this is the one thing he chooses to find an issue with: high-school sweetheart Yuuji, pictures of him found in frames all over your house; helpful and supportive, perfectly polite, always-nice-to-be-around-Yuuji who everyone gravitated towards, even you, it seems.  

He tells himself it’ll go away eventually, that strange pit of jealousy festering in his chest like an open wound. It doesn’t.

Sukuna spends so much time thinking about it that he’s thoroughly annoyed by the time you stop by to pick up Hana for the week. 

“Did you guys have a nice weekend? You seem…” Of course, you’d pick up on his shitty mood. “Upset.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, hoping you’ll leave it alone.

You don’t.

“Listen, if this is about Friday, I told you Yuuji’s okay dropping her off.”

“I bet he is,” Sukuna sneers, shoving the last of Hana’s Legos into her bag.

You huff. “What is your problem?”

“Nothing, but I have a feeling you’ll run back to Yuuji and tell him about it anyway.”

“Are you seriously jealous of your brother?”

He scoffs but doesn’t answer.

“If you want to be with me so badly, just say it.” You put your hands on your hips. “Go on, say it.”

Obviously, you’re joking (at least, maybe a little, the unsure smile on your face wavering), but he’s not.

In the end, he breaks first. Wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, he presses his mouth to yours, fingers flexing at your little gasp. When he breaks the kiss, panting a little, he says, “I want to be with you, and I want to raise my fucking kid with you. Happy?”

There’s a scandalized gasp, and he looks down to find Hana standing there with her sandals on the wrong feet, blinking up at him with round eyes. 

“Daddy, that’s a bad word.”

“Listen here, brat—” you pinch his side. “Ow.”

✢ MEGUMI

He admits he doesn’t know what he’s doing, not when it comes to being a parent. The best-dad-of-the-year didn’t exactly exist in his household growing up, considering his dad was never really around.

There’s a learning curve when it comes to four-year-olds and what they’re interested in; he discovers this the hard way when he bores your son to sleep by talking about mundane adult topics. He thinks you’re only trying to make him feel better by saying Rin never takes naps for anyone.

It festers, that feeling of inadequacy, between daycare pick-ups and co-parenting with Rin’s father—who happens to be a pediatrician, no less, while Megumi’s been working the same dead-end desk job for almost a decade—until he has his first win on a trip to the beach.

He teaches Rin how to make sand castles the way he and Tsumiki used to when they were kids. That’s apparently enough to win your son over, and he doesn’t know how to react the first time Rin calls him dad—second dad, he tells his teacher at school, but still dad. He thinks he might’ve looked at you in shock while soft giggles escaped your lips.

There’s still that underlying need to prove himself: to you, to Rin. That he can get along with your ex-husband and figure out the ins and outs of being a parent now that another set of feet will be waking him up in the middle of the night.

He would never admit it out loud, but Megumi can’t help the way his heart beats a tattoo into his ribcage at the glimpse of the engagement ring adorning your left hand as you drink your coffee—proof that you are willing to be his for as long as you’ll have him, and that…does something to him. It has him thinking about you holding a bouquet, of you smoothing that same hand over a steadily growing belly.

Every day, it amazes him how something so small—something that used to have no real purpose at the back of his sock drawer until you let him slip it onto your finger—can hold his whole future in its shining stones and delicate silver band.

Sometimes, Megumi can’t wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even though he’s still figuring things out, and his words don’t come out sappy like in those romance novels you enjoy so much—that he isn’t the best with feelings, yet he tries so hard to be a little more vulnerable for you.

It took him so many years to realize that this is what being in love feels like, and he’d be an idiot if he ever let you go.

“Megumi,” you say softly, noticing that he’d stopped making breakfast. “Are you okay?”

He brings his gaze up from your hand to meet your wide doe eyes. So pretty, he thinks, and all his. His mouth quirks into a not-quite smile, helping Rin pour more batter onto the skillet. “Yeah. Better than okay.”

✢ NANAMI

The first time he meets you, one of the associates for his company introduces you as his wife—a fresh-eyed college student who’s more concerned about staring at other women at the business function than the beautiful one on his arm—and he kindly shakes your hand, watching you give such devoted attention to a man undeserving of it.

What would it be like to be loved like that?

A few years trickle by before he sees you again, except this time, there’s no ring on your finger, and you’re in the middle of walking into his office for an interview with a little boy balanced on your hip.

“Sorry, my babysitter called in sick, and I couldn’t find a replacement in time—Oh.” It’s in that small moment between closing the door and hauling a diaper bag up your shoulder that you recognize him, too. “I didn’t realize you were the one doing the interview.”

He arches a brow. “No?”

“Sorry…again. I didn’t mean it like that, and I’m usually not this unprepared.” You set the toddler down on the floor and straighten out your skirt, giving him a shy, pretty smile.

Nanami swallows and gestures to the seat in front of his desk. “He can stay.”

While he asks you questions, your son—Haru, he learns—keeps busy with a coloring book you give him, and before you leave after the interview, he silently proffers Nanami a sheet of paper filled with yellow and green crayon squiggles. 

He tacks it to the corkboard wall next to his desk.

When you start working as his office assistant, he never brings up the topic of your ex-husband. It’s obvious the man doesn’t care about his family, anyway—not when you show up most days looking worn out. 

It starts to burn in his chest, the way your eyes drop sometimes, the little reassuring nod he’ll catch you giving yourself after what must’ve been a rough morning. 

Nanami knows he’s in way over his head when he asks you out for coffee; how surprised he is you say yes, which leads to more dates until he slowly finds that smile of warm devotion aimed in his direction.

Eventually, your things fill the empty spaces in his home, and the spare room in his house becomes a nursery. His once quiet mornings of reading the paper are now pleasantly disrupted by the smell of pancakes and Haru trying to climb into his lap to read with him. 

The first time Haru asks for Nanami after a nightmare—rubbing his wet eyes while standing near Nanami's side of the bed in his shark pajamas, sans one sock, until Nanami scoops him up and deposits him between you—he winces (because he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s taking something away from you) before he notices the soft smile curling your mouth. 

He can’t pretend to fully understand why you ever agreed to that first date when the odds weren’t terribly in his favor, but he has a long time to learn, and right now, he’s focused on other things.

"Quiet, dove,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “You're going to wake the baby..." 

That’s girlfriend yall (≧◡≦)

instagram thirst trap!vi's way of hard launching your relationship is done through a simple audio. she's never expressed being a relationship before, but her followers have speculated. especially when she starts to look happier than she used a year or so ago. so when she drops this audio with the caption "i love the way my baby sounds" everyone loses their damn minds.

the audio consists of a slight squelching noise, coupled with a few breathy whimpers. then those whimpers get a bit louder, wonderfully sweet. it's a moment before vi's voice appears, low and rough, as she murmurs, "so good for me, baby. yeah, that's it...so good, sweetness..."

"vi," your voice trembles out before you choke on a sob.

"sweet girl, ah fuck, so sweet and wet for me—"

and the audio finishes.

the comments are going wild, and the audio has been saved multiple times.

the next day, vi posts a picture of the two of you curled up in clearly messy sheets. your face is hidden in her neck, while she's got her own buried in your hair, happy and content.

the caption reads:

"mine."

I love when my favorite’s are perverts ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡\(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/

Wet-handed

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI

𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟

Pervert!Bakugou who knows every single pair of your panties, not just visually but by smell and touch as well.

Pervert!Bakugou who is also you best friend and roommate, who claims to have no interest in dating because he has a career to focus on, who calls his guy friends perverts for ogling women, for stealing glances at their cleavages for even indulging porn.

Pervert!Bakugou who is also a fucking hypocrite, ogles you when you aren't looking, who helps you get ready for events under the guise of improving you fashion when really the only things his eyes are on were the articles of clothing you tried on but didn't wear.

Once you leave the house, he grabs the pale blue shirt, you barely put it on, opting to try a different shirt, but few seconds on your body were enough. The shirt still smelled like clean laundry, Bakugou turned the shirt over and took a sniff from the pit of the shirt, probably the only part catching your scent.

His dick was already hard, 45 minutes of helping you pick an outfit acting like foreplay for him. He moved ahead into the bathroom, your used pair of panties placed within the pile of dirty laundry.

Pulling the panties out, he looked at it, old pair of cotton panties, the tear near the elastic adding fuel to the fire in his stomach. The idea of jacking off to your old panties making his cock throb, precum oozes out of his tip, staining his sweats.

"old panties do get you going, Suki." You purred, finally catching the culprit wet red-handed. He could feel the heat spreading across his face, the humiliation already setting in, regret followed because he assumes he fucked up the friendship.

You notice the wheels turning in going in wrong directions, some other day you'll tease him,"I never said I minded it, infact I am quite pleased", you walked towards him, putting your hand under his chin, forcing him to look at you.

He lets out a breath, shame paints his chest a rosy hue but so does arousal. You run your hands from his chin to his shoulder then fingers spread open on his chest."I was curious, panties that I don't remember washing, drying on the rack", your hand continued downwards, pinching his hardened nipples through the shirt. Bakugou let's out a hiss, cock throbbing and dribbling pre.

"I am sorry", he grumbled.

"For?"

"for being a sick pervert." He shuddered. He morals clashing with his needs, you take him out of his misery and into your hands. Literally.

"would I be sick pervert too, if I say I liked it?", you question, your mouth replacing your fingers and sucking his nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"N-no i..it won't", he moaned, words threatening to lodge in his throat.

"they are sensitive", you pulled away from his chest, a string of saliva connecting your lips to him. "Let me see them, take it off." You hastily pulled his shirt over his head, he was a sight for sore eyes. Shirtless, his skin smooth blush spreading over his chest, nipples hard and his poor neglected cock bobbing between you both.

"he looks like he is in pain", you grabbed his cock and squeezed at the base.

"hnng", Bakugou whined.

"lemme help", you kneeled down and stroked his cock, your other hand reaching below to lower the pants and pull out his balls.

You kissed his pale pink tip, before taking him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, Bakugou let out a hiss, the display of you on your knees sucking his cock pushing him closer to edge.

You took him as far as you could in your mouth, hand jerking the base, your other hand fondled his balls, gently squeezing and pulling on them.

"Holy-shiii- I'll cum-" he hunched over placing both his hands on the back of your head,"Cum- fuck I am cummin'." He let out a series of moans before forcing your mouth and hands off him, overstimulation being too much for him.

"it's a good thing you have god diet", you spoke, he was still standing, you were still on your knees.

"I am still sorry."

"for stealing my panties or cumming down my throat." You teased.

His ears turned red, the post nut clarity and your teasing burning him up like a fever dream.

"I don't get on my knees for just anybody, Suki." You admitted, before getting up and moving out of the bathroom.

Before you could step out, you pulled down the panties you were wearing and tossed them to Bakugou, the centre wet with recent slick.

"for you" and you left with a wink.

𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟 𖥔 𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟

ೃ⁀➷ spoil you, plug!eren

eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.

thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.

your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.

eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”

you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”

eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”

don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.

but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you

“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.

eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”

it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.

you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.

after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”

with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.

in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?

when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.

with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.

eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”

This right here ✨DELICIOUS✨ I need more

MESSAGE DELIVERED ☆ ! | 18+

H.SHINSO | K.DENKI | F! READER

WARNINGS☆ | f! reader, trans ftm kami, sadist! shinso, pet play, oral (f! and m! receiving) collaring, leashing, humiliation, taking photos during sex, names called: mutt, puppy, brat, dog | muzzle (hitoshi’s mask to be exact) used on reader, dog commands given, cum swapping, barking…?

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leaving you with kaminari was like begging for trouble and the blonde was determined to break your good girl streak with shinso. nothing a few pictures wouldn’t help.

☆

your back arched off of the bed in another agonizing orgasm, vibrating through your body unmercifully as kaminari’s slender fingers pistoned in and out of your sopping cunt. his mouth was latched onto one of your breasts, tongue lavishing at the hardened nipple with a wanton hunger that never seemed satiated. with his body slotted between your legs, lewd songs of him suctioned to your chest, there was no hope in clamping your trembling legs closed, no clear out to avoid the onslaught of torture on your already pulsing pussy. how many times had you cum already, you weren’t sure, but the two curling fingers within you were creating a shameful squelching, your juices flooding between the crack of your ass and saturating the sheets below the two of you.

“kami, just- i just need a moment.” you gripe, slamming your palms down on his shoulders for some kind of reprieve, a request that went unminded.

it wasn’t until you laced your fingers through his honey gold locks, tearing his head away from your tit that he came up for air, sucking it into his lungs as if he had forgotten breathing was a necessity. your eyes fluttered, breath hitching at the sight of his debauched face slathered in his own drool, glimmering over his intricate lightning scars that seemed to appear and disappear in different places on his skin. besides his beauty, the pathetic whine that ripped from his throat was enough to make your stomach tighten in threat of another climax, your hole clenching around the man’s fingers. a sick grin split his face, all teeth and mischief, filthy in all aspects of the word.

“you like this, dont’cha cutie? the thought of getting caught?” he purred, sliding his fingers from you and licking them clean with a skilled tongue.

he was referring to shinso, who luckily, was still on his daytime patrol. he didn’t approve of his /pets/ playing without his knowledge, especially not anything that ended in cumming without permission. and again, how many times had you cum? enough to be guilty, and boy were you drowning in guilt. you didn’t do this, push his buttons. you liked being his good girl, his angel, the receiver of all his sweet words and soft touches. but you longed to get the treatment kaminari got most times, redirection, punishment. kami seemed to thrive off of it, search for it, poke every nerve until hitoshi bent him over any nearby surface to remind him of his place. his punishments could be downright cruel, sometimes to the point he asked you if you wanted to sit the scene out, because you weren’t like kami, not completely. the blonde liked pain, he liked to be slapped around from time to time. a lot of the time. but when you did sit those scenes out, you still got included in the sugary sweet aftercare.

the soft kisses, the gentle bathing, the cuddle pile snuggles that felt like home. you wanted to experience that intense headspace at least once, even more to feel the come down in shinso’s arms with that silky voice of his washing every worry away. your thoughts were interrupted by kaminari pulling his phone from one of the pockets of his shorts..

“what are you-“

“sending the big guy some pictures, i’m sure he’d wanna see how pretty you look right now.”

“kami, please!” you go to reach for the phone, frantic to snatch it out of his hands but he was too quick with moving away from you. “don’t show him!”

he giggled, holding it out of your reach, “don’t tell me you’re scared? it’s fun when he’s all riled up…you know he hasn’t had the best day today and god i love when he’s mad.”

the blonde had the nerve to wink at you, going to open the camera app to your dismay. a pout formed on your lips, knowing this was probably denki’s idea this whole entire time. the pretty boy sunk back down between your legs, re-spreading them, pressing kisses to your sweat-damp skin. your clit pulsed out of sensitivity, darting your gaze away from him when he went to close his hot mouth around the bud. your head tossed back, cursing at the feeling of his pillowy lips coating themselves in your wetness, tongue rolling out to slide between the puffy lips of your pussy, humming at the tang, nipping at the skin when he pulled back to smile.

“god- fuck- kami s’too much.”

he didn’t listen to your pleas, his own cunt hot and sticky between his legs as he started to devour you like a man starved. only when you were panting, squirming, begging him to ease up, did he take a few selfies from his spot between your legs. your thighs adorned his ears like muffs, your fingers were damn near ripping out his hair, and when you finally came another time you hadn’t even realized the bratty blonde had taken a pretty little clip of you coming undone. the writing was on the wall, you knew you were fucked when the sounds of the messages sending were ringing through the room. even worse, the thoughts of how the violet haired hero would respond made you ache.

yes, you were fucked.

☆

“havin’ fun over there goody two shoes?.” kami spared you a sideways glance as he was kicked back on the sofa, his ankles crossed over one another on top of the coffee table as he clicked through the different channels on the tv.

a deep exhale rushed from you through your nose, your eyes trained to the floor on the small space between your knees where you knelt directly in front of the front door. you were chewing the inside of your cheek, clenching your fists on top of your cramping thighs as you waited for him, hitoshi, to come home. the guilt had been eating at you since denki pressed send, fluttering your stomach with nerves. you couldn’t wrap your head around how he could be so calm when shinso hadn’t even responded, only read the messages. that was hours ago, and kaminari was completely unphased, which was hard to grasp when he was usually the one who got the brute end of their owner’s frustrations. despite this fact, he was all smiles, excited even, for their impending doom.

“don’t call me that, i just enjoy following his rules- unlike some people.” you muttered the second half under your breath but he heard you all the same, even smirked when you sent him a glare before facing the floor again.

“well you broke several rules, hun. one of them you broke over and over and ov-”

“kami, just fucking shut up.”

“all i’m saying is, the deed is already done, no use sitting there in one of those silly positions when he hasn’t even come home yet-”

the rest of the blonde’s sentence trailed at the sound of keys, then the unlocking of the front door. you swallowed, keeping your eyes low as the man of the hour entered the house, still in complete uniform. you could tell by the dirty boots he was wearing. even after being outside most of the day, the man brought in a waft of cologne with him, a scent that drooped your shoulders immediately with the sense of comfort it provided. you waited patiently for his usual acknowledgment, a pat on the head or the usual praise of how pretty you looked waiting for him. but that never came. he only crouched to rid his feet of his boots, walking around you as if you were an obstacle in the way. he hadn’t even looked at you. suddenly there was a sinking feeling in your gut.

“blondie, where do dogs belong?” shinso sighed, tugging his voice modifier from his face and setting it on the arm of the couch.

“not on the couch, sir.” denki bit back a grin, slipping to the floor with ease and pressing his face onto the man’s knee. you turned your head slightly to watch the scene, your bottom lip wobbling as shinso started to scratch the man’s scalp in greeting.

you wanted to protest that you hadn’t been on the couch, but decided not to. you just had to be patient, this was clearly a test, and you were pretty good at passing his tests.

“where’s your collar, kaminari?”

“i didn’t wear it today, sir.” the blonde said simply, setting his chin on the taller man’s knee, smiling up at him with the dopiest grin.

you rocked impatiently on your knees, wanting to mention how you had worn yours. it sat around your neck perfectly, tag with the initials ‘HS’ resting on your sternum. there was a loud whistle directed at you, one that made you snap your head up hopefully. your eyes landed on his face, his features unreadable and stern.

“right here, mutt.” he jabbed a finger downward, right in front of his other knee.

mutt? that wasn’t what he normally referred to you as, it was puppy or doll. you swallowed the lump in your throat, crawling towards him on your hands and knees, sitting where he requested. you went to put your face against his knee, like denki had done, craving any type of affection from him, but he immediately nudged you away.

“i need denki’s collar, and the two-sided leash. go on, fetch.” he waved you off, didn’t even look at you when he asked, he was too busy tugging off the other man’s shirt.

“but- sir-“ you started to say…well now you weren’t sure with the way his eyebrows started to raise.

“if i have to repeat myself, you’ll regret it.”

that was all it took for you to scramble to your feet, a pep in your step as you went to go find denki’s thin black collar. it took you longer than you would have liked to find the leash he asked for, but when you did you brought both items back to the man, reclaiming your spot. you expected praise, or at least a damn smile, but again…nothing. he was focused on tightening denki’s collar and then he clipped his leash to yours, connecting you to the blonde. that was the most attention you had received since he got home.

“there you go, such a pretty boy aren’t you. so perfect.” shinso pressed a kiss to denki’s lips, the blonde tilting his head in confusion but parting his lips for the tongue that was slipped into his mouth.

“sir…” you tried again, to gain his attention, “may i have a kiss too?”

he let out a deep, annoyed sigh, pulling away from kami to glare at you. it was so intense you wanted to back away.

“you sure are talkative today.”

“you usually give me a kiss when you get home, or a head pat or-“

“and you usually behave.”

you felt yourself deflate, your eyes darting to look at denki then back at shinso, before opening your mouth once more. you wanted to plead your case, point out that it wasn’t your idea. you shouldn't be punished alone, not when kaminari had broken way more rules than you. shinso only raised a hand, silencing you before you even could string your words together.

“no. enough.” shinso picked up his voice modifier, fastening it to your face.

this was new, it almost felt like he was muzzling you, it was humiliating.

“you will not speak until i tell you. got it.”

you nodded, reaching up to touch the mask, confused but enjoying how much it smelled like him.

“let’s see if you actually understand, hm.” he reached forward and fiddled with something on the side of the mask.

“speak, mutt.”

given the greenlight, you went to voice something, an apology maybe, but all that came out was a very distinct barking sound instead. it scared you so bad you jumped, looking up at shinso with wide eyes.

“that’s better, yeah? now you can hear how much of an annoying dog you are.” he leaned forward, slipping his finger into the loop on your collar, yanking you forward, “now sit here, and shut up.”

your eyes started to water, well up with hot tears as shinso once again, went to focus on kaminari. but the blonde was no longer smiling, guilt was showing on his face. he felt bad, for once, for trying to get you in trouble. even more so, denki wasn’t getting what he thought he would. he had expected a punishment, but all he was being given was praise and affection.

“hitoshi, it wasn’t her fault. i was trying to get her in trouble-“

“that’s okay, angel. we both know you are a dumb little puppy who can only think with his cunt. she knows what’s expected of her.”

☆

you watched intently as shinso threw his head back with a deep groan, pushing denki’s mouth further down on his cock. they had been going on like this for over an hour, hitoshi taking his time to thoroughly fuck the blonde’s mouth. every time he was pulled forward, you unfortunately had to go with him since you were chained to him. you wanted to taste too, at least lick at his heavy balls that were right in front of you. he spared you a glance, slowing down denki’s pace, drool dripping down his shaft.

“does the mutt want my cock in her mouth too? want me to fuck that little throat of yours?”

you nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing of your pussy.

“i can’t hear you.”

your hands balled into fists, pushing down the embarrassment to beg. but you couldn’t, the room just filled with those pathetic barking noises, whines too. shinso’s face went smug, the first time he seemed amused this whole time.

“louder. i know you can beg better than that.”

your ears burned as you continued to bark, tears staining your cheeks and wetting his mask.

“should have thought about that before you disobeyed me.” he went back to thrusting his hips, gagging denki with his size. he growled at the feeling, dragging himself back and forth over the man’s tongue.

“just like that blondie, gonna- christ- gonna cum in this pretty mouth of yours.”

and he did, held the blonde by his hair and shot his load onto his tongue. you watched in awe as his cock twitched and throbbed inside of kami’s mouth, making him whine at the taste. he slipped his dick free, tugging on the bright hair, “don’t swallow yet…be good and hold it okay?”

god, his voice was so gentle with him, how it usually is with you, and you hated the amount of jealousy that was coursing through you. shinso reached over to pull the mask from your face, thumbing your tears away. you melted into his touch, hiccuping and two seconds away from climbing into his lap.

“kam’ , share with her. i think she deserves a treat.”

you didn’t even have time to process what he said before kaminari was pulling you in for a deep kiss, swapping his spit and shinso’s warm cum with you. you moaned softly as he pulled you in, tongue exploring your mouth wildly, almost too much teeth, but that’s how it felt to make out with denki. he was always so worked up when it came to kissing. you swallowed your share of cum, breaking the kiss to catch your breath.

“th-thank you, thank you sir.” you looked over to shinso who started to unclip the two of you.

he helped you climb into his lap, letting you nuzzle into his arms. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, chuckling softly, something deep that rumbled straight through you.

“that was mean, huh? but you did so good for me, baby.”

you felt like you could cry again, but he tilted your head up to kiss your lips and you almost purred at this.

“took your punishment so well. the best girl a guy could ask for.” he dipped to your neck, nipping at the skin there, making you flinch in surprise, a shudder rippling your spine.

“please, ‘toshi.”

“don’t worry, i’m gonna take good care of that little pussy of yours.” he whispered this in your ear, his other hand patting the couch so denki could join in on the cuddles.

“i need to see you cry for a different reason now...”

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Calling my girlfriend ‘Friend’

n/a: I have made the decision that ALL MINE will end in chapter 6, but it's going to be a long one... maybe 3K so I'll post it maybe next week!! idk Enjoy the mini chapter<3333

INDEX

Ellie and you were in the parking lot of the mall inside the car, you have seen this trend all around and you wanted to do it to see her reaction.

“Hi everyone! A lot of you have been asking…” you set the phone straight in a corner “how we met, so me and my friend-”

“Friend?” she says looking at you and then the backseat “There’s only me and you, what friend?”

“Rude- We met through some friends, we’ve been friends since then and we are going to keep being friends” you were trying to hold your laugh as she look you dead in the eye pressing her tongue against her cheek

“Delete that and start over”

“Why, friend?”

“I’m your GIRLfriend, not your friend, start over” She tries to grab the phone but you grab it first, not strong enough cause it felt and now you two were fighting to see who was going to get it first. The phone stops recording and you can’t stop laughing. “That better be a trend on tiktok, you’re sleeping on the couch today”

“We don’t even have a couch yet, give me my phone, don’t delete it! You look cute anyways”

She has it in her hand, rewatching the video, she looks at you with an upset face “If you give me a kiss, I might give it back, you made me upset, I could use some lovin’. ”

“You are so needy” You said before giving her a little peck, she grabbed your face making you stay close to her.

“I said a kiss, like this” She close the little space between both of your mouths as kisses you softly.

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