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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐠𝐞-𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

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You looked at Neteyam in disbelief, lip trembling as he shielded the girl from your verbal lashings. After all the two of you had been through, he still went to protect his little side piece.

“That's okay.” You nodded. “When you're crying about the pressure of being the oldest in your family, don't call for me. When everyone turns on you don't come crying for me. You're on your own now.” You jabbed at him one last time before walking off.

Neteyam had been a close friend for a long time, but that changed after he confessed his feelings. To his luck you had been feeling the same way. Two years. The two of you were together for two years before he started his training. You understood becoming Olo’eyktan was nothing easy, but you didn't know why it meant he had to be so distant and cold. But that wasn't why. It was because of the new girl.

It was okay though, it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. Once he began to get distant you sort of prepared yourself to break up with him, but you didn't prepare for another girl to be involved.

Days went by and you found yourself doing a lot of exhausting things to avoid the Sully’s. You probably spent more time avoiding them than actually getting work done. You believed you succeeded in doing so, but that changed one day when Jake spotted you and made a beeline towards you. 

“Stop.” He noticed your figure about to sprint.

You halted in place, not daring to go against your Olo'eyktan's order.

“You haven't been around anymore.”

“Does it matter?” You snapped.

“Y/n you kno-”

“Don't come here trying to explain your cheating son's actions!” You accused him, turning and yelling at him.

“I'm not. I'm quite disappointed that he would do so.”

You fell silent and looked into his eyes. You could tell Jake was being genuine, and immediately, you felt bad for yelling at him.

“I just wanted to say you are always welcome. You don't need Neteyams chaperone to come visit.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Jake. Don't ever go back to calling me sir.” He lightly scolded. 

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You spent more time working on your crafting skills. It was a nice way to distract yourself for hours, and who wouldn't want their own custom weapons.

Jake found you carving a knife once, and laughed loudly at the wonky shape.

“I've never seen a knife like that before.”

“Shut up!” You hissed and went back to chipping at the wood.

“Here.” He pulled out a tactical knife, a metal one. “I had this when I was in the army. Still pretty useful.” He handed it to you.

“I'm not taking this Jake.”

“Who said I wanted you to keep it?” He said snarkily with a scoff. “Just look at the material for…inspiration.”

Ever since that day Jake gave you a free pass to go through his military gear. Checking out his collection of knives and machetes in order for you to replicate with wood and stone.

“This right here is a fire launcher.” He pulled out a large gun. He handed it to you and you chuckled at the weight it held. You began to hold it like a regular gun but he held his hand up.

“Hands off the trigger sweetheart. These aren't toys.”

“Well you sure as hell got them laying around like toys.”

The laughter from you two attracted the attention of Neteyam. He stood in the doorway of his fathers space, and behind him? The girl he cheated on you with. You went quiet and Jake looked up, and over at his son.

“What boy?”

“Just…wanted to see if everything was okay.” He trailed off looking at you. But you avoided his gaze.

“Everything is fine. Now go.” Jake shooed off Neteyam. He hesitated before walking towards his room with the girl. 

Jake looked towards you and noticed how you had set the fire launcher back down and went back to rummaging through his items.

“Y/n…”

“No offense, but I hate your son Jake.”

He went silent before nodding. “That's okay. I can't tell you how to feel.” A few more beats of silence passed before he spoke again.

“How about I drag this box over to your place so you won't have to worry about any run ins.”

“You would do that?” You began to smile. Jake nodded, standing and packing the rest of his items into the box before closing it.

The next night Jake came and put the box in your main space. “I unloaded the ammo out of these guns. I don't want you destroying your home.”

“You think I'm that childish?”

“No, but I need to make sure you're safe.”

Your heart skipped hearing that from Jake. You looked over at him and watched how his toned arms moved to organize the box. Separating the melee objects from the automatic.

“Jake why do you keep these? You use Omaticaya weapons…mainly.”

“Ah…” He shook his head. “Still can't quite wrap my head around the fact that I'm not human anymore. It's a nice reminder of the life I loved before.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Sixteen years.”

“Damn you're old.” You giggled. Jake threw a stray bullet at your head. 

“Which means you like hanging with old men.”

“Hey that's not true! I mean…most of my friends are my age. You're the lonely one.”

You watched as Jake went silent and turned his head to look back in the box

“I-i'm sorry Jake.” You shifted towards him. “I didn't mean that, you're a very important man and I'm sure you have better things to do. I truly didn't mean it in that-”

You were shut up by the feeling of his lips on yours. The kiss lingered before he pulled away. 

“Learn to watch your mouth, hm?” He said in a dark tone.  You looked him up and down before jumping into his lap, pressing your lips against his again. The two of you kissed passionately, tongues fighting for dominance in each other's mouths. Jake's warm hands ran up your thighs, squeezing your ass tightly as he continued to kiss you. You whimpered into his mouth and he pulled away.

“I’m staying here tonight.” He said breathlessly. 

You nodded and leaned back in to kiss him. Jake felt himself growing hard under you, groaning as he kissed your lips, moving down to your neck, and nipping at your collar bone. Jake used one hand to untie your loincloth and pull it aside, before reaching back and untying his own. His length sprang free and rested on your lower stomach.

“Jake.” You reached down and began stroking him, causing him to let out a low, guttural moan. 

“Hm?”

“Is this smart?”

“I’ve made worse decisions…” He bit his lip. “But it doesn’t look like you want to stop.” He smiled, feeling how your hand never stopped pumping him.

“I was hoping you would be the rational one.”

Jake leaned in and nipped at your collarbone again before licking the sore spot. “This is me being rational. Now hold on.” 

You flipped your hair to the side and placed your hands on his shoulders. Jake grabbed you from under your thighs and pulled you forward, holding you over his dick. You could tell he was gonna be a lot bigger and thicker than your previous companion.

“Jake-” You whispered, feeling his thick tip prodding at your entrance. He shushed you and placed a kiss on your cheek before lowering you down onto him. You yelped and dug your nails into his shoulders, whimpering and whining as he stretched you. 

“That’s it.” He said through gritted teeth as you sucked him in. 

The two of you let out breathy moans as moved you up and down along his shaft. He looked at you with a dazed look, eyes slightly narrowed as he moaned lowly in your face. You kissed him again, but he kept pulling away to graze his lips along your sensitive neck.

“Oh Jake!” You moaned out as you grinded against him. Weaving your hips back and forth on top of him as he held you still, in place. You knew you were being loud, obnoxiously loud, but you didn't care. Let the entire village hear for all you cared.

“Oh fuck. Faster! Faster!” Jake moaned out as he felt himself reaching his limit. You couldn't deny the pit that was building in your stomach either, desperately wanting to burst. You picked up your pace, placing your hands flat on the ground behind you so you could buck your hips a little more harder.

Jake let out a grunt and pulled you up, gripping your ass tightly and slowly pumping you on and off his cock. He let out a hiss and a shiver as he filled you up. You moaned out, expecting him to stop his thrusting after filling you up, but he didn't. He kept his hands on your ass and kept pumping into you painfully slow, almost as if he was fucking his seed deeper into you.

“Jake…Please!” You whined, feeling yourself become overstimulated.

“Not until you come baby.” He nipped at your ear. “Give me one, just one.”

You moaned out as he manipulated your hips to grind against him again, “Oh Jake! Yes!” You cried out. He gripped onto your hips tighter and let out a chuckle once he felt your walls flutter around him, reaching your climax. 

After you finished convulsing, Jake reached his hand up to move the strands of hair from your face.  “You look so pretty.” He said quietly. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he hungrily accepted. Jake pulled out of you and turned around so he could lay you flat against your bed.

Without warning, he sank back into you, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

As Jake began to ravage you, rain began to patter outside, coating your home, and a sulking Neteyam, as he watched the entire scene unfold with tears in his eyes. 

Satoru making you cum and squirt a lot by just rubbing aggressively at your clit🥰

+ ughhh omg

fem. reader, you squirt, cl!t rubbing, 18+

gojo who‘s so obsessed with playing between your legs— he can‘t help it, not when you make the prettiest sounds and your lips and legs continue to quiver and shake within his hold.

“. . f—fuck, satoru,” you whimpered, and he‘s got your legs spread as you laid against the bed, your tummy puffing in and out as he‘s occupying both big rough hands, one hand pinched near the top part of your clit—

another hand rubbing against your folds, back and forth back and forth, your head is back against the pillow and you‘re so vocal, close again. and it‘s been about the fourth climax gojo easily pulled out of you.

“squirmy aren‘t ‘cha, angel . . ?” gojo jeers with a cocky grin, he smiles at the way your legs are just twitching all because of the stimulation he‘s making. “mhmmm. soooo— nasty and . . wet. promise one more, gimme one more, okay? think you can do that, f’me?”

you whimper— eyes closing before a moan leaves your mouth once you feel gojo lean in towards you cunt to give it a teasing three second suck, he‘s still aggressively rubbing against your sweet sensitive nub.

“i— i‘m . . satoru,” you whine, biting down on your lip. “i can‘t cum anymore i can‘t, you m-made me four times already—”

he chuckles. “was it really four times? i think it was two, silly girl,” your lower lips were so dampened with slick— moistening your boyfriend‘s fingers as he slowly yet vigorously rubbed and maneuvered circles against your poor nub. throbbing— it continued to pulse like a heart beat, and you kept panting.

you wanted more, and him giving you teasing brief second sucks against your pussy was just enough to make you feel release for another time. “my pretty girl can‘t count, that‘s cute.”

you moan again and again, feeling his pace quicken, he‘s rubbing all kinds of shapes against your folds with his hand— and you freeze a bit, before you gush out a little, “f—fuckkk,” you whined, and he made you squirt— again. panting, you stare down at gojo with your tummy cutely heaving.

he‘s got the biggest grin on his pink lips— he loves your reactions, the way you‘re getting off from some stimulation, you‘re making such a mess on gojo‘s fingers and you whine once he makes you cream— squirt— cream, it‘s a constant loop, it repeats and your legs feel like jello by this point.

“baby, you‘re so cute when you squirm,” gojo purrs with a chuckle— bringing a teasing kiss towards your throbbing clit.

it kept pulsing, you had soft breaths leave your mouth, whining as you felt him spread your folded lips— rubbing his soft padded fingers deeper before he moves his mouth towards your pussy again, flicking his tongue real slow against it, he groans a low, “mhmmm,” as he tastes how much of a messy girl you were for him, before you gasp— feeling him insert a finger inside your cunt before a smug grin appears on his face.

“gimme one more, for real this time, ‘kay?”

gojo who jerks himself off whenever you sit on his face :3

something abt bo turning u into a pillow princess just makes me want to sob. imagine first getting with bo and begging to suck him off just for him to turn you down and continue to go back pleasuring you. head constantly buried between your thighs, eyes always locked with yours, ears always ignoring ur pleads about letting u help him out cause u wanna be good for him.

eventually, you find that bo likes to be in control and your pleasure is enough to drive him wild every time. so, u sink into the mattress and lay your pretty head on the pillows as bo goes to town on u, mouth only opening to let out pretty whines, moans, and praises for your big himbo boyfriend. and he’s so happy cause he finally molded you into the pillow princess of his dreams <3 a truly perfect pair!

pleasure dom! bokuto + heavy overstimulation + squirting + cum play + creampie + oral (f! receiving) + petname (princess) + f! reader

it makes you feel guilty, he’s just constantly settled between your legs- tongue deep in your pretty cunt, eyes closed and cheeks red, tips of his ears equally flamed because he enjoys this nearly more than you did.

the second you try and sit up, try and coax him from the comfort of your thighs he gets mean. hands curling over your thighs and pinning you back down onto the bed where you belong- just barely getting his face centimeters away from your dripping cunt to growl out a;

“sit back, princess.” before making you cum all over his tongue over and over again, seemingly taking out the curt danger of not being able to suck on your clit by having you squirt, cum all over his face again and again with no mercy.

bokuto only relents when you’re so spent all you can do is lay back and openly sob. pussy numb, clit swollen, soaked down your ass in what you know is spit and every orgasm he tongue fucked the pussy his mouth has claimed as his.

it doesn’t take much for him to rise up off the bed, cock so hard and throbbing it stands on its own, pleased with the way you’re limp and so pretty, watching your thighs squeezing to feel the mess he’s made of you.

“that’s it.”

bokuto whispers, picking up a limp hand to press kisses on the softness of your palm before reaching down and nudging your overworked cunt with his cock, sliding just the head of him inside so easy it has him grind his teeth down against one another.

there’s ulterior motives for him prepping you like this, he loves your pussy so much, how it tastes, smells, sucks him inside even when you scream out that it’s just “too much”-

you feel too good and he’s so in love he doesn’t think he’d be able to stick his cock inside you and not cum while you cling to him, whisper pretty words that make his head spin, so he reduces you to a twitching, limp mess.

“isn’t this better baby?” words that sound so shaky and fucked out it doesn’t even sound like it comes from him whispered along the collarbone of your overworked body.

you nod, all you can do is nod- swallow hard because he’s started to fuck into you so good you feel it in your tummy.

hands keep the twitching form that has become ‘you’ down onto his cock with each thrust,knowing the disadvantages of your inability, or want to move.

perfectly content now to take him and everything he gives you because the difference in cuming ‘round his cock versus mouth heats your whole body up and now you’re looking forward to creaming round it, laying back and letting him play with you, letting him milk your cunt for another while chanting out praises and the prettiest words that have ever graced your ears, all directed towards you.

“gunna cum- gunna cum inside your pretty pussy, gunna let me, arent you?”

and who are you to say anything but,

“yes- yes, yes please.”

while each contact of his hips slam down into the plushness of you, receiving it all like a good girl, mouth opened with whines tumbling forth.

even that sets him off, doesn’t want you to suffer more than you have to, doesn’t want you to want longer than a couple seconds for a tummy full of cum, shoving his cock inside with spasms of his very muscles before finally creaming inside.

strong arms scooping you from the bed, taking time to spoil his baby, like he always does- this time it comes in the form of kisses and one unchanging factor; praise.

“you did good- pretty girl, feels good doesn’t it?” he murmurs, letting you take your time- responding if you want and kissing you when you don’t, too hazy and tired, wanting to melt into his very embrace and knowing damn well he’d let you.

he lives to spoil and serve everything your heart wishes upon a silver platter after all.

gojo has an album on his phone called mukbang and it’s just videos of him eating you out

warnings: hybrid talk, master/pet, heats, knot mention.

gojo satoru would be the best caregiver looking after his hybrid girl. you’re so precious and sweet to him, you can barely string together a coherent sentence but satoru’s long since come to understand what you’re trying to convey. he thinks it’s so cute when you get frustrated that your words aren’t matching with the big emotions you’re feeling in your chest and it makes your bottom lip quiver and tears well in your eyes. but he understands— he makes you feel seen, heard, understood and loved.

if you’re a little lamb hybrid, you’re so gentle with kind demeanor, but you’re also timid or shy. gojo tries to get you out of your comfort zone by making you ask the cashier for your own ketchup and extra napkins.

if you’re a little bunny hybrid, you’re curious, friendly, and a bit mischievous at times. he can’t get enough of touching on your little cotton tail and soft, floppy ears. the way you eat your fruits is SO fucking cute because you space out while you nibble.

if you’re a little puppy hybrid, you’re curiosity gets you into a bit of trouble because you get into things you’re not supposed to. your demeanor is bubbly, energetic, and eager to please. you love to play fight and go outdoors.

but that’s neither here or there, really. satoru knows it’s wrong.. perverse to stick his cock in you even if you’re in heat. your tight little cunt is visibly dripping, pulsating for something to fill it right up like a fucking plug. he’s your master, right? you don’t understand why he’s hesitating so much but in your simple little mind, you don’t think about the nuisances that come with having sex in humans. it’s already viewed as taboo to own a hybrid in today’s society. he’d just be fitting out the stereotype.

gojo isn’t a pervert.

but how can he say no when you’re pawing at his crotch, sniffing his scent with a shaky whine in your throat? you’re just a precious and you’re begging for it— but he soon realizes you’re starting to beg for a knot he just doesn’t have. it disappoints him a tad bit that he can’t satisfy you in a truly primal way. so he fucks you until you’ve passed out from exhaustion and he’s shooting blanks. too much pleasure turns into pain after a while.

so he tells you he’s gonna get you some yucky pills that are supposed to “help” by suppressing your heats monthly.

but satoru can’t help but to think about the memory of how sloppy, hot and wet your cunt felt around him— he’s never had a cunt so good before. maybe he’d opt in for a more.. “natural” way of getting you through your heats..