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you stood under the heavy rain for what felt like forever, clothes completely soaked through, teeth chattering as another bus failed to appear. your phone was dead. your brother wasn’t picking up. you were cold, miserable, and starting to accept that you’d have to walk home in this storm.
headlights cut through the downpour. a sleek white Mercedes slowed beside you, the passenger window rolling down. gojo satoru leaned over the console, white hair slightly damp, eyebrows raised in that familiar mix of annoyance and amusement.
“why in the world are you just standing there? you wanna get sick or something?” he scolded, voice cutting through the rain.
you glared at him, arms wrapped around yourself. “the bus never came–”
“get in before you actually freeze, idiot.”
you hesitated for half a second before opening the door and sliding into the warm leather seat. water immediately soaked the seat. gojo didn’t seem to care. he cranked the heat higher and pulled away from the curb.
the car smelled like him, expensive cologne and mint. you shivered harder now that you were out of the rain, your thin white shirt clinging to your chest, bra clearly visible.
gojo’s eyes flicked over to you more than once.
“your brother’s gonna kill me if you get sick,” he muttered, but his voice was lower than usual.
the drive was quiet at first. tension thickened with every passing streetlight. you kept catching him glancing at your thighs, at the way your soaked clothes stuck to your body.
“eyes on the road asshole.,” you muttered.
“hard not to when you look like that,” he replied, smirking. “you’re practically naked.”
you rolled your eyes, but heat pooled in your stomach anyway. gojo had always been annoying — your brother’s cocky, untouchable best friend. the one who teased you constantly, who walked around shirtless like he owned every room he entered, who made your stomach flip even when you wanted to punch him. when he turned into his building’s parking garage instead of heading toward your apartment, you finally spoke up.
“satoru–”
“my place is closer,” he said simply. “you can dry off, borrow clothes. i’m not dropping you off like this.”
you should’ve argued.
you didn’t.
the second you stepped into his apartment, the door barely clicked shut before he was on you.
he backed you against the wall, mouth crashing into yours. the kiss was hungry, impatient — years of stolen glances and biting comments finally snapping. his hands roamed greedily, sliding under your wet shirt, palming your breasts as you gasped into his mouth.
“been wanting to do this for so fucking long,” he groaned against your lips, teeth grazing your bottom lip.
your soaked clothes hit the floor in a trail leading to his bedroom. he didn’t bother with patience. he lifted you, legs wrapping around his waist, and carried you straight to his bed.
he dropped you onto the mattress and climbed over you, shedding his own shirt. his hands yanked your panties down your legs before spreading your thighs wide.
“look at you,” he murmured, eyes dark as he took in your dripping pussy. “so wet already. and it’s not just from the rain, is it?”
you didn’t get the chance to answer.
he pushed two long fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep while his thumb rubbed firm circles on your clit. you arched off the bed with a sharp moan. he worked you open fast — relentless, skilled, like he’d imagined this exact moment a hundred times.
“satoru–fuck–”
“that’s it. say my name,” he groaned. “been dying to hear how you sound when you’re falling apart for me.”
he didn’t stop until your thighs were shaking and you came hard around his fingers, crying out as your back bowed off the mattress. he pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while staring straight at you. then he shoved his pants down, cock springing free — long, thick, and painfully hard.
he gripped your thighs, pushed them back toward your chest, and sank into you in one deep thrust.
you whined at the stretch — full, overwhelming. he groaned loudly, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out.
“so fucking tight,” he hissed. “perfect.”
he didn’t give you time to adjust. he started moving — deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak. every thrust hit that spot inside you perfectly, making your eyes roll back.
“been thinking about this pussy for years,” he panted, hips snapping harder. “every time you glared at me. every time you wore those little shorts around the house. fuck–”
he fucked you harder, one hand pinning your wrist above your head, the other rubbing your clit again. the pressure built fast, too fast.
“satoru, i’m gonna–fuck–”
“do it. come on my cock. wanna feel you.”
you shattered — thighs trembling violently as you squirted around him, soaking his abs and the sheets. he cursed loudly, pace turning feral as he fucked you through it.
“good girl–fuck, that’s it–”
he kept going, relentless, until you were squirming and whining from overstimulation. only then did he bury himself deep and come with a low groan, filling you with hot, thick spurts.
he stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing hard. then he finally pulled out, watching his cum leak from you with dark satisfaction. he disappeared briefly and returned with a warm towel, cleaning you gently between your legs. he tossed it aside, pulled you into his chest, and wrapped his arms around you.
“you’re staying here tonight,” he murmured against your hair, voice softer now. “no arguments.”
you were too exhausted to fight him anyway.
he kissed your forehead, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.
“and next time it rains,” he added with a smirk you could hear in his voice, “just text me. i’ll pick you up… and we can skip the part where you pretend you hate me.”
you huffed a tired laugh and buried your face in his chest.
outside, the rain kept falling.
inside, gojo held you with no intention of letting go anytime soon.
you stood under the heavy rain for what felt like forever, clothes completely soaked through, teeth chattering as another bus failed to appear. your phone was dead. your brother wasn’t picking up. you were cold, miserable, and starting to accept that you’d have to walk home in this storm.
headlights cut through the downpour. a sleek white Mercedes slowed beside you, the passenger window rolling down. gojo satoru leaned over the console, white hair slightly damp, eyebrows raised in that familiar mix of annoyance and amusement.
“why in the world are you just standing there? you wanna get sick or something?” he scolded, voice cutting through the rain.
you glared at him, arms wrapped around yourself. “the bus never came–”
“get in before you actually freeze, idiot.”
you hesitated for half a second before opening the door and sliding into the warm leather seat. water immediately soaked the seat. gojo didn’t seem to care. he cranked the heat higher and pulled away from the curb.
the car smelled like him, expensive cologne and mint. you shivered harder now that you were out of the rain, your thin white shirt clinging to your chest, bra clearly visible.
gojo’s eyes flicked over to you more than once.
“your brother’s gonna kill me if you get sick,” he muttered, but his voice was lower than usual.
the drive was quiet at first. tension thickened with every passing streetlight. you kept catching him glancing at your thighs, at the way your soaked clothes stuck to your body.
“eyes on the road asshole.,” you muttered.
“hard not to when you look like that,” he replied, smirking. “you’re practically naked.”
you rolled your eyes, but heat pooled in your stomach anyway. gojo had always been annoying — your brother’s cocky, untouchable best friend. the one who teased you constantly, who walked around shirtless like he owned every room he entered, who made your stomach flip even when you wanted to punch him. when he turned into his building’s parking garage instead of heading toward your apartment, you finally spoke up.
“satoru–”
“my place is closer,” he said simply. “you can dry off, borrow clothes. i’m not dropping you off like this.”
you should’ve argued.
you didn’t.
the second you stepped into his apartment, the door barely clicked shut before he was on you.
he backed you against the wall, mouth crashing into yours. the kiss was hungry, impatient — years of stolen glances and biting comments finally snapping. his hands roamed greedily, sliding under your wet shirt, palming your breasts as you gasped into his mouth.
“been wanting to do this for so fucking long,” he groaned against your lips, teeth grazing your bottom lip.
your soaked clothes hit the floor in a trail leading to his bedroom. he didn’t bother with patience. he lifted you, legs wrapping around his waist, and carried you straight to his bed.
he dropped you onto the mattress and climbed over you, shedding his own shirt. his hands yanked your panties down your legs before spreading your thighs wide.
“look at you,” he murmured, eyes dark as he took in your dripping pussy. “so wet already. and it’s not just from the rain, is it?”
you didn’t get the chance to answer.
he pushed two long fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep while his thumb rubbed firm circles on your clit. you arched off the bed with a sharp moan. he worked you open fast — relentless, skilled, like he’d imagined this exact moment a hundred times.
“satoru–fuck–”
“that’s it. say my name,” he groaned. “been dying to hear how you sound when you’re falling apart for me.”
he didn’t stop until your thighs were shaking and you came hard around his fingers, crying out as your back bowed off the mattress. he pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while staring straight at you. then he shoved his pants down, cock springing free — long, thick, and painfully hard.
he gripped your thighs, pushed them back toward your chest, and sank into you in one deep thrust.
you whined at the stretch — full, overwhelming. he groaned loudly, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out.
“so fucking tight,” he hissed. “perfect.”
he didn’t give you time to adjust. he started moving — deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak. every thrust hit that spot inside you perfectly, making your eyes roll back.
“been thinking about this pussy for years,” he panted, hips snapping harder. “every time you glared at me. every time you wore those little shorts around the house. fuck–”
he fucked you harder, one hand pinning your wrist above your head, the other rubbing your clit again. the pressure built fast, too fast.
“satoru, i’m gonna–fuck–”
“do it. come on my cock. wanna feel you.”
you shattered — thighs trembling violently as you squirted around him, soaking his abs and the sheets. he cursed loudly, pace turning feral as he fucked you through it.
“good girl–fuck, that’s it–”
he kept going, relentless, until you were squirming and whining from overstimulation. only then did he bury himself deep and come with a low groan, filling you with hot, thick spurts.
he stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing hard. then he finally pulled out, watching his cum leak from you with dark satisfaction. he disappeared briefly and returned with a warm towel, cleaning you gently between your legs. he tossed it aside, pulled you into his chest, and wrapped his arms around you.
“you’re staying here tonight,” he murmured against your hair, voice softer now. “no arguments.”
you were too exhausted to fight him anyway.
he kissed your forehead, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.
“and next time it rains,” he added with a smirk you could hear in his voice, “just text me. i’ll pick you up… and we can skip the part where you pretend you hate me.”
you huffed a tired laugh and buried your face in his chest.
outside, the rain kept falling.
inside, gojo held you with no intention of letting go anytime soon.
proceed at your own risk, since this post mentions eden's history of harassing people until they deactivate, sending death/rape threats, plagiarism, her history of writing incest, stepcest, rape, etc. do NOT @ or harass anyone who is tagged in this post, do you want to be just as bad as eden's goons? I didn't think so. This blog isn't associated with any blog linked below, I'm only a public writer for the bllk fandom. Not jjk.
Eden, sweethearticism, or satorusstupidgirl, or cherry, whatever you go by now, don't ignore this post as "anon hate" as I just want you to address and clear the room for these accusations. Everyone had room to grow from past mistakes, and that can be YOU TOO! Growing comes with TAKING ACCOUNTABILITY. Some of the things listed below are just speculations, but some things are PROVEN TO BE TRUE.
IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE INFORMATION ON THIS TOPIC, SEND AN ASK OR DM THIS BLOG. YOU WILL NOT BE NAMED IN THE UPDATES.
Her secret "dark" content side blog.
she, along with some of her mutuals like @/satorucest have secret side blogs where they post incest, rape, pedophilia content about the JJK characters. This is ALLEGED so far, as she has not admitted to this blog.
The blog in question is @satorusstupidgirl and was called out first on this post.
which made eden deny the allegations in a now deleted post/comment, as you can only see anons mentioning that she denied it was her from this post. These are allegations and cannot be proven to be fully true, but taking just one look at the Satorustupidgirl (SSG) blog and you can see that it's EXTREMELY similar to the way eden pastes her layouts. See below; 1st pic is old layout, 2nd was recent layout, 3rd is SSG layout.
Layouts alone don't prove anything, so look further into the comments of SSG's pinned post and you find @/torucest. This post isn't made to call out aomi, because torucest is in fact @/satorucest and is proven by their own post here. Satorucest is mutuals with eden and on their side blog, torucest, they mention their mutuals having secret side blogs as well, on this post.
This leads to the bigger theory that eden IS cherry, connecting the dots between their main accounts being friendly AND their secret side blogs. Eden is Cherry/Satorusstupidgirl, not that eden is aomi/torucest/satorucest. Further proof. torucest is not eden, but is admitting to being satorucest/aomi. link
making a dark content side blog isn't what this section is focusing on though, this section is focusing on the fact that eden prides herself on being uncomfortable with incest and proships, but having a secret side blog like this.
Eden posts about her OC Satoshi (not getting into the whole "eden doesn't own the gojo twins because I frankly dgaf, but she does accept compliments about people saying she's the creator and doesn't correct people... ahem. she does give credits when people straight up ask though ig, link) but when she was asked about marking her gojo twins posts with "tw incest," she was incredibly defensive and said it made HER uncomfortable so she wouldn't do that because it's not incest. Seen here.
my own opinion but I don't get how you're uncomfortable with labelling twincest as twincest when you write rape and incest on your other blog Eden... I don't get why she even got so upset, the anons weren't even that rude, she got pissy and started calling them "a bunch of whining c*nts", you could FEEL her seething from the screen. Crazy for someone that literally states they don't talk about fandom drama in their rules...
Lying about being uncomfortable with taboo topics to gain a large audience, and then having secret blogs like this is harmful. You are deceiving people of who you are Eden. If you wish that people respected your rules, why can you not respect theirs? Speaking form experience, I was once mutuals with eden. I had clearly states that I was uncomfortable with pro shippers and anyone who wrote or liked incest, rape, or taboo fanfiction, and clearly states in my rules for people of that nature to block me and not engage with me. Eden followed me anyways and acted as a sweet friend, deceiving me and many of her other followers.
Anyways, multiple creators have called out the gojo twins having sex at the same time as twincest, such as this creator. Twins getting off to the idea of the other one having sex in any sort of way is inherently incestuous behaviour, not that twins dating the same person is incest.
Her response to mimuju getting an anon ask about eden writing twincest was to say that she was going to blacklist people that thought it was incest. Yes. You read that right. She, someone with other 20k+ followers and a huge influence, was blacklisting smaller writers just for DISAGREEING WITH HER. Seen below.
This section was made to call her out on hypocritical behaviour and how she blacklists people, not to say that she is disgusting solely for writing dark content.
2. Plagiarism
This section is not allegations, as Eden has stolen multiple ideas/fanfictions and when getting called out, has promptly deleted her work with no explanation or simply deletes comments calling her out. An innocent person wouldn't delete a random ramble of a potential fanfic if they knew they hadn't stolen any ideas.
This fic about Gojo's body being taken over by Yuta, and Yuta having intercourse with reader, is stolen from AO3 from this creator. The idea isn't popular and is incredibly different but was written before eden, and yet Eden pops out with a generic smut drabble about Yuta having intercourse with reader that reads like an ai version of CtrlAltDelilah's work.
Despite being someone that often replies to hate anon's and constantly is in drama, she never replied to any of the accusations that she stole this fan fiction. Multiple anons in both the tojioffline accounts have admitted to sending her asks as anon, asking about the stolen fan fictions, but she never replies to them and focuses on her fans.
Another note she copy and pasted was from a gojo x megumi account, where the author themselves called out eden and instead of apologising, she just deleted the post and acted like nothing happened. The post she stole and deleted after @/thedarknesseater-revived called her out, and the original post (tw for gofushi).
Mind you, she never apologised. She just quietly deleted it. That's not okay in any world. This part is important because it's not the fact that she "stole" an idea, as you can't steal fanfic ideas in a literal sense, but that she copied it word for word, no credit, and when called out by the original creator, she didn't apologise or own up to it, she just deleted it like it would go away forever. You may think that she privately apologised but the original poster clearly stated that they called her out and blocked her, only realising she deleted the post a day after when an anon informed them.
^ update from above; eden has apparently tried to reach out to the blog owner again, even after she was blocked. We don't know what for, and it could possibly be to apologise. This is important to note that she didn't apologise until this post was made. link
This begs the question, how many past times has this happened and went unnoticed? How many times has eden stolen from smaller blogs and either gotten away with it, or been called out and just quietly deleted it?
@sweethearticism is stealing fics and copying and pasting very pro intellectual?
in regards to her deleting anon asks, take it from the owner of this blog, I sent multiple kindly worded asks, just asking her if she truly stole those fanfic ideas. She never answered those asks, despite her claims of never ignoring asks. link
The thing is, she literally responds to hate asks as well. She screenshots them and calls them out on her blogs for being false or being rude. So... why did she ignore the plagiarism accusations? Is it because they were true?
This stuff is even more annoying because she feels protective over ideas that aren't even hers to begin with. The portal pussy concept she got upset about? It's been done and written a million times before, yet she acts as if she's gonna be the first writer to do it and that other writers shouldn't write a portal pussy concept before her. LINK & LINK
This section has extreme importance because it is her blatantly stealing ideas, not just petty drama that you can excuse. You can be proship and STILL acknowledge that stealing fan fictions is WRONG. Not even Saetoru did this shit, saetoru could actually WRITE.
3. Sending hate as anon
This section is alleged. Nothing in this section has been proven factual, but multiple people have come forward that eden has either sent hate, or has encouraged/done nothing to stop it.
This section is a collection of anons that have all alleged to some type of harassment faced after disagreeing or having a fall out with eden. This section is not to say that everything is 100% true, but to say that there is an overwhelming trend of anonymous hate asks being set after eden faces something negative. This could be the doing of sweethearticism, or just be one of her fans, one of her friends, or not even her at all. THIS SECTION IS ALL ALLEGED.
anon 1
(anon 2 was removed because you guys kept sending rape threats to the user in the post. Seriously, don't do this or I'll have to remove more than half of the links/proof in this post.)
anon 3 (has pictures)
anon 4 (picture below)
anon 5 (picture below)
4. THE BLUUKIVE INCIDENT
I've made sure to put this incident second to last, and I will not be summarising or explaining anything as the people involved did not want to be tagged or harassed. Though, I am mentioning it because it IS important to discuss in regards to Eden's problematic actions.
PLEASE DO NOT TAG OR MENTION BLUUKIVE. DO NOT SEND HATE OR EVEN BRING THIS UP TO THEM, AS PER THEIR REQUEST.
the fall out
what happened (seen in picture below)
anon 1. anon 2.
4. MONETISING FANFICTION
btw monetising fan fiction is literally illegal, so much for the intellectualism that eden prides herself on.
taken from reddit -
"Writing as a hobby for fun and to share my ideas with other people is completely different from writing for a job for profit. I'd never paywall my stuff, even if I could, because it defeats the entire point for me. I'm having fun! I'm sharing! Putting a paywall reduces the ability to share!
Also it just feels icky and arrogant. "Only those willing to give me money are worthy of reading MY writing." Now, do I think it would be nice if fanfic writers were allowed to have the equivalent of a tip jar? Sure. But paywalling specifically just feels wrong to me.
That said, I personally never subscribe to a Patreon unless I specifically want to support that creator, regardless of what 'bonus incentives' they might offer. I could get exactly zero personal benefits as a subscriber, and would still be subscribed to all of the Patreons I already support. So I know that's a personal thing, not a common one." - LadySandry88.
taken from quora -
"Fanfiction is a thing. Fans so love a story that they just can’t get enough of it, so they create their own storyline from it. Honestly, it’s good writing practice! But it isn't original work, it is derivative work. It can’t be legally sold because derivative work without proper licensing is a copyright violation." - William D. Richards.
All this information and how monetising fan fiction WILL bring the death to fan fiction culture (AO3 getting paywalled, ads, having to pay for EVERYTHING nowadays) and yet eden doesn't address this and sell patreon exclusive fan fictions. link
What does Eden's patreon provide? Fanfictions that we don't know if they were stolen or not, and access to a discord server with her if you pay 10 dollars a month. I wouldn't even be hating on the discord server thing as much if it wasn't for multiple people coming forward that eden DOESNT TALK IN HER OWN SERVER. Her mutuals check in on people, and Eden herself is barely active, despite being on Tumblr 24/7. This is literally just scamming your fans for a below average experience. anon saying she's not active 1, Anon calling eden out on not being active in the discord 2, anon calling her out 3
Paying ten dollars to talk with your favourite writer and instead having to talk to her mutuals like @/howlsmoonhaven isn't worth the money. Stop charging for a patreon that you cannot run properly, Eden. Mind you, this is coming from people who were obviously fans of her to pay money to interact with her. The fact that PAYING fans have come forward to say that they felt scammed is valid criticism that doesn't come from people who hate eden.
6. ETC (COLLECTION OF ACCUSATIONS/CRITIQUES)
Sweethearticism is mutuals with a raging pro shipper, and someone who constantly reuploads art without the original artists permission (like a content farm) link
She reblog things like this but never addresses any of the valid accusations against her. She also states that she doesn't interact with fandom drama in her rules but I think we all know that's a blatant lie.
borderline pedophilic fanfics that have no warnings given despite bordering on the line between grooming and abuse. (callout because there's NO warnings) link
she was ran out of the diabolik loves fandom because of drama (guessing she stole a fic or acted entitled again.. smh) link
somehow blames the rising drama from people being neurotypical? As if there wasn't drama before with saetoru, before she was even a blog. For someone who's to intellectual, you'd think she'd come to a more smarter conclusion on why and what the cause is for these anon blogs. link
her trying to make many many mutuals because she had a falling out with another creator. link
she's fake & supports small blogs so that they're dedicated to her, but unfollows if you aren't on her side immediately after. link
she's mutuals with a minor despite being a mostly nsfw blog, and the fact that she is a dark content friendly space. Why are you letting minors interact with such a space? link
If you have read this and want this information to be more publicly know, please reblog this post and tag your mutuals NOT random big writers.
7. UPDATES
UPDATE 1: She blocked me in a record breaking 55 minutes of this post being up.
UPDATE 2: Thank you for the kind asks about this post, we will not be answering any asks publicly as to not put a huge target on your back. Both the tojioffline's saw this post and I've gotten some asks to reword my plagiarism section due to one of the authors being uncomfortable with it. Please do not harass anyone mentioned in that section especially.
UPDATE 3: My inbox has been spammed by multiple people thanking me, and because of the support, I've decided to let the comments be open. To answer some asks, she has not blocked this blog on all her blogs, but I fear that if I leave any asks on her other blogs, she'll just block me there too without taking any accountability. There has been rumours that eden is also aomi/satorucest, but these allegations are baseless because why would eden even make 2 different dark blogs if SSG was already a secret? ALSO: PLEASE DO NOT HARASS @/SATORUCEST, harassing people like this reflects badly on this post and @/tojioffline2, as it makes blogs like these that are meant to call out writers be associated with hate trains. DO NOT HARASS ANYONE MENTIONED IN THIS POST, either block and tell your mutuals to block, or follow them if you want to support them (like the authors that were harassed by eden).
UPDATE 4: OH MY GOD. STOP SENDING RAPE THREATS TO PEOPLE MENTIONED IN THIS POST. I don't think you are getting the picture, but if you send these threats, this reflects badly on THIS post and allows for people like sweethearticism to get away under the umbrella of "they're sending me threats." STOP. IF YOU DO HARASS PEOPLE, THIS POST WILL BE FOR NOTHING.
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you’ve been teasing him all day, but nobody could blame you — he came back this morning from a long trip and you just wanted his attention. so when it’s finally late night and you’re laying on your shared bed, he sits down next to you and cups your face. you smile sweetly, looking at him, but his gaze darkens. “i have to punish you, pretty girl”
his lips slam against yours in a rough motion, all teeth and drool, and after a few minutes you’re laying on your shared bed, spread legs as he traps your hands with a pair of handcuffs. he kisses your wrists with a smirk, making you gulp before reaching for the vibrator in your nightstand drawer. you gasp loudly at the sudden stimulation, your handcuffed hands twitching.
you could barely keep your legs closed. the small toy nestled against your cunt buzzed mercilessly, and tsukishima sat across the room, completely relaxed on the couch, one long leg crossed over the other. he had the remote dangling loosely in his hand, his sharp golden eyes focused on you like he was studying an experiment.
“pathetic,” he muttered, voice flat, unimpressed. “we’ve barely started and you’re already whining.”
you whimpered, burying your face into the pillow as your thighs trembled. the vibrator was strapped perfectly against your clit, every pulse sharp and overwhelming, building pressure too quickly. you tried to squeeze your legs tighter, to muffle the sensation, but tsukishima only clicked the remote, bumping the setting up another level.
the sudden intensity made you gasp, your hips jerking up off the bed. “tsukki, please—”
his eyebrow twitched at the nickname, and a cruel little smile curved his mouth. “what did i say about begging this early?”
you swallowed hard, tears pricking your eyes as the toy buzzed harder, grinding against your clit with every involuntary twitch of your body. he leaned back, watching your thighs shake, his expression detached but amused.
“you know, i could sit here all night like this. just watching you fall apart without even touching you.” he tilted his head, golden eyes glinting. “wouldn’t that be humiliating? cumming over and over, ruined on a piece of plastic, while i don’t even bother laying a hand on you.”
your body betrayed you, arching into the toy, slick spreading across your inner thighs. the sheets beneath you were already damp, a clear giveaway of how close you were. tsukishima noticed instantly, his smirk widening.
“god, you’re so easy. it’s embarrassing.” his finger hovered over the remote before pressing another button. the toy pulsed erratically now, switching rhythms, shocking bursts of pleasure making you cry out. “tsukki, i can’t—i’m gonna—”
“then cum,” he said flatly, cutting you off. “cum like the desperate little mess you are. it’s not like you can stop yourself anyway.”
your orgasm hit hard, violent, your body convulsing against the toy as your cries filled the room. tsukishima didn’t move to comfort you, didn’t lower the setting—he just watched, eyes sharp, while you trembled and soaked through your panties.
the vibrator didn’t stop, still buzzing relentlessly against your overstimulated clit. you whimpered, trying to squirm away, but his voice cut through the air, low and commanding.
“don’t even think about moving. you’ll stay exactly like that until i decide you’re done.”
your body shook, tears streaming as the toy pushed you toward another orgasm too soon, your mind blank with overstimulation. tsukishima’s gaze never softened, his voice calm, cruel. “i’ll fucking ruin you without even touching you. then maybe—maybe—i’ll think about giving you my cock as a reward.”
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tsukishima kei knows he's big and is soooo cocky and sarcastic about it
｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ
tw + tags ;; nsfw minors dni. vaginal, breeding kink, size kink, past relationships mentioned, degradation, overstimulation & dacryphilia mentioned.
his cock pierces into your sopping hole at a delirious rate. your faces is nestled between his pillows, while your ass is up and he rams into you repeatedly. your worn body shakes which each powerful thrust, and your ass bounces around his base.
the sheets are balled up in your fists, as you cry into the pillow due to deliciously painful stretch your pussy has to constantly endure. it stung so bad yet simultaneously, you never want it to stop. your boyfriend is so long, you don't know how to cope with it — all you can do is lay there and pray.
"why are you acting like some virgin schoolgirl?" you can virtually hear the eyeroll as he speaks. although, his steady pace doesn't falter, and he moves a hand to cradle your calf that was tensing and jerking around in the air. he strokes your leg, all the way to your ankle where he sees your toes are curled firmly. "what? never taken big dick before?"
he laughs, but it's not clear what he finds amusing: the notion of you being inexperienced sexually, or the fact you are too cock-drunk to reply to his sarcastic remarks properly. usually you're quite quick-witted, but now you've devolved into a overstimulated mess who is barely able to stagger out the breathiest of moans.
however, it's made evident that he is entertained by his previous suggestion, when he elaborates scornfully, "god, your ex must've been such a fuckin' loser." he snickers again, pushing his glasses up his nose.
not that you're able to see, you're too busy being plowed into the mattress by his merciless length. his faint veins were rubbing against the most sensitive parts inside you, and it's like he's trying to break something within you each time his tip thumps against your cervix. "kei! i ca— nngh, i can't! stop, 'm too close.."
" 'you can't stop' stop what? you're not doing anything, sweetie." his voice drips with honeyed mockery. it irritates you when he tries to be clever and purposefully misinterprets what you say. but his length is clogging up your walls so well that you can't bring yourself to care. "just keep doing what you do best. hah—" he heaves, hastily clearing his throat, "being pretty n' tight. too fuckin' tight." that's generally considered a compliment but the way he says it makes it sound like a slur.
"shit, you're not made for this.." he curses at you, hips slamming into yours at full-force, watching intently as your doting cunt is swallows him up. "stick to clit stuff cos this is just— ah—" he choked on his own words, only able to be sarcastic for so long before his climax gets the better of him.
his lips seel together and his eyes screw shut as he breathes his way through his high, still weakily thrusting into your poor cunt but with significtantly less vigour. each movement was more sloppy and desperate as he fills up your snug hole.
the entire time his hand is on your leg, caressing your calf, and the other is idly toying with your clit. "shit." is all the can think to utter. this is not what he intended. you were supposed to be the one who was so split in half on his dick that you finish in like three minutes. but instead, he was the first to climax. disastrous execution of his fantasy.
"aren't you going to pull out?" you groan, weary hole pleading for solace.
"no. we're going to do this again and again until you're used to me, so you stop crying every time you take it." he tuts, harsh word contrasting with the affectionate way he massages your folds, "get comfortable. it'll take a while."
"hm, you don't like it when i cry? i thought you were into."
"why would i enjoy seeing you cry? you know i love you, dumbass." he squeezes your ass harshly, smirking when you jolt in reaction. "which is exactly why you need to stop crying like a little bitch."
⋆˚꩜｡ can’t stop thinking about my man using my rose toy on me…
18+, not proofread
“Yeah…that feel good?”
Your head bobs up and down in response, brows knitted together with your jaw slacked open as your boyfriend circles the rose softly against your clit.
He has his legs over yours, spreading you wide open so you can’t push hims away. His other hand palms at your boob, twirling your hard nipple in between his fingers
“I’m gonna up the setting, m’kay?” He whispers into your ear, lips brushing against the lobe giving it a soft kiss.
“Mmm—wait—Fuck!” Your body jolts forward at the sudden change in pressure on your aching bud. The first setting was already a lot for you and the second one made your juices leak out of you.
“T-too much!” Your legs tremble in his hold, finger nail digging into his forearm, trying to get his abuse to settle.
It only makes him circle the toy harder. The vibrations moving all around your sweet spot. Tears started to prick up in your eyes, toes curling in ward.
“Too much? But baby we haven’t even gotten to the third one” he sinisterly smiles as you shake your head.
“C-can’t—can’t!” Your hips buck eagerly.
He pauses the toy, earning him a sigh of relief and disappointment. You’re so so needy but it just feels so overwhelming good.
“Yes you can, I know you can. Breath for me”
A warm hand comes up to grab along your jaw, making you look at him.
“I’m going to put it on level three…and you’re gonna take it. Then after—“ he pecks your lips “I’m gonna fuck you in that position I know you like” he pecks your lips again.
“P-prone bone..!” Your walls clenched around nothing at the thought.
“Mhm now are you gonna be a good girl for me?”
Your head shook in earnest. “Yes..I’ll be a good girl..promise” your hips buck up, clit nudges the rose ever so slightly.
authors note — GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME *cue that one speed meme*
resonates with satoru gojo, ejiro kirishima, Deadpool (duh), rafe cameron, and your favs
Anyways, Toji calling you kid. Let’s get into that!!!
cw: 18+ mdni, age gap, overstim, older!Toji, Toji calls you “kid, kiddo” mid fuck (IDGAF)
Toji splitting your gummy walls open with his dick, pulling at your curls as he rams into you. And your sobbing into your tear stained pillow, your arm you once used to push Toji away now being used as leverage to rail into your sloppy pussy.
“Come on kiddo,” he snickers, giving your plump ass a heavy handed smack! One that makes your cunt quiver in delight, “Move your pretty ass, don’t be fuckin lazy on me now.”
Your bottom lip is trembling, drool threatening to spill out your mouth as you look back at him through those glossy brown eyes, “You’re mmph- you’re an ass Toji! Shit!”
“Yeahhhhh,” he drawls out, letting out a breath as he takes view at the sight of your ass and his pelvis colliding so perfectly, over and over, he gives your ass a squeeze, “I’ve heard that shit before. Move.” 
You let out a breathy moan, on your elbows and bushing your hair out of your face, barley managing to roll your hips back to meet his quick thrusts, his fat tip, pre filling your sticky walls. Toji watches yout every move, finally letting go of your arm, spreading rippling globes of your ass apart to see each time you slam yourself back against him, he balls getting damper and damper everytime he bottomed out inside you, “Fuckin pretty just like this Dollface, all fucked out and begging.”
“I-I don’t- anngh! I don’t beg!” You huff out, pouting, clawing at his thigh as you peer back at him. Those pretty eyes beckoning him for more. No- meaner. And he does, pulling up up by the hair for a filthier arch of your back, hooking his girthy cock into you. Slamming into your sweet spot with ease. He laughs at the way you yelp out, headboard slamming against the wall, sure to wake the neighbors, “Slutty fuckin pussy, poor kid needs your old man’s help huh?”
“Toji?”
“Mm?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, a different feeling building inside you, it makes you dizzy, your whimper, “Shut up!”
And his hand comes down to you pulsing bud, rubbing it with his rough thumb that makes your body jolt, a whine escaping your lips, “Wait Toji- wait-“
He rolls his eyes, pushing yoru hand away “Don’t fuckin think so mama, take it.”
You don’t even knows what’s come over you, cumming with a gasp and a loud keen to follow. Your legs shaking as juices flow out of you so harsh and mean. Your walls clamp around Toji, squealching and farting so nasty as you cum. Drenching the bed and Toji.
“Did you just squirt?”
Toji grunts, sliding his half hard dick out of your messy cunt, his cum spilling out of you, the remnants of yout juices sliding down his abs, “Makin a fuckin mess, just like a kid.” He smirks.
He wastes no time in flipping you over, your legs around his shoulders and giving your cunt a sloppy kiss, a new gloss on his pink lips, “Guess I’ll have to clean you up, huh mama?”
a/n: I haven’t written smut in so long, this is a warm up!!!
i hope ur uncle dies from that shit so we won’t ever have to read ur writing again😂😂
bro this is the fucking reason why i hate using this app, this is the most unnecessary hateful thing that someone could say to me, and yet you ppl choose to say it.
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