Welp Atleast Mikey's Not Mad Lolol

welp atleast mikey's not mad lolol

god complex. // sanzu haruchiyo x fem! reader.

all characters are aged up.

this content includes : nonconsensual sex, dom! sanzu haruchiyo, creampie, breeding kink, choking, hair pulling, pwp, no prep, fear play, hate sex, no aftercare, cheating, semi-public sex.

N/A : this was quick so sorry, ill write more – this has been in my mind for awhile and I finally managed to get back to writing.

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Sanzu absolutely hated your guts, you were spoiled, and thought you were above him, thinking so highly of yourself. He can't have that, no, he can't. He has this sick fantasy of putting your spoiled self in place, and that's how exactly he got you cornered, in Mikey's— no, your husband's room, and bent over, your lacey panties pulled down to your ankles.

It was an embarrassing sight to be honest. Your face was flushed red, and you were shaking in fear from the gun pointed at your skull.

"Scream for help, princess and I'll blow your brains out." You did not know if he was lying, but looking at his eyes, glossed with lust and craze, he probably wasn't. He got off on people's pain, but was he about to actually kill you? Mikey's wife?

"It's about time I put you on your place, yeah? Thinking you can boss people around, just cause you're Mikey's cute lil wifey?" You could only whimper in pain, as he had his pants unzipped, and his dick out, rubbing the tip on that nerves that would make you let out a quiet moan.

"Please.. Please.. Stop." was the only thing you could let out from your plump lips, but he did not care, flipping you around and kissing you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth, as you could only cry.

Pulling away, he hummed, strings of saliva snapping and dripping on your chest. "You telling me to stop makes me want to destroy you more. So go on, spit some more. My guns loaded, princess." You hated that nickname, even though Mikey would call you that sometimes, but it was so degrading, you could only let out sobs from your mouth, which turned into an empty scream when he shoved his dick inside, slamming against your cervix, as if trying to force himself in your womb.

God, did it hurt, your sobs just continued, but so did he, pulling out and slamming repeatedly, against your g-spot, which absolutely ruined you.

Your mascara, that you have put on for Mikey was ruined, smudged on your face, that Sanzu couldn't help but take a picture, you're unsure if he would set it as his wallpaper, but judging by how insane he was, he probably would, and flex it to the Haitani brothers, on how he managed to put your bratty ass in check.

He continued his assault, putting his gun on the table next to you.

You had half a thought to grab it, but you knew he was faster, and stronger too. He would probably grab it before you can, so you decide to go limp and cry silently as he assaulted your now swollen pussy.

Sanzu grunted, pulling on your hair whilst he gripped onto your neck with his other, his thrust getting more sloppy.

It was then you only realized that he was not wearing a condom, and you were not on birth control since you and Mikey were trying for a child.

"Wh— Wai— Please.. Pull out. Not on—" You were cut off by the sound of your moans, that band in your stomach tightening up.

"Not on birth control? Oh, baby, I know that. You and my boss trying out for a child, mm... I know. Don't worry, I'll give it to you. Gonna get you pregnant." He grinned lazily, as he stared at your horrified face, struggling and squirming to get out of his hold, to no avail, he was stronger, you were weak.

With one last thrust, he shoved his dick inside you, spurting his cum straight into your womb.

An orgasm was ripped out of you, forced and unwilling, your face twisted into some form of ahegao, and god did he love it.

He continued to thrust, lazily, to keep his cum inside you, desperate to impregnate your fertile pussy.

You were snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of the door opening, and the sound of your husbands voice.

"Sanzu, I told you to wait for me."

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this was my favorite part of the jjk0 movie

killua

heh :-)

Betraying Friendship for Earth Shattering Dick

Summary: You, Yuuji, and Nobara are finally visiting secretive Megumi’s house, but you weren’t expecting his father to look like that.

Tags: MDNI ageless blogs will be blocked, pwp, dilf toji, mean toji, but also soft toji, brat tamer toji, sleeping with a friend’s dad, soft moments with friends thrown in

Words: 8915

Warnings: daddy kink, name calling (slut, whore, bitch), age gap (Toji is 40 and y/n is in her twenties), spanking, overstimulation, dom/sub elements, safe words, drinking, use of daddy and sir, slapping, spanking, throat fucking, choking, creampie, cum play, pinnning down, breathplay

Megumi has always been a private person—though that might’ve been an understatement—so it wasn’t a surprise that you knew nothing of his parents. He only ever mentioned his father in passing, but nothing of his mother. You noticed whenever mothers were brought up, his eyes would gloss over and he would go somewhere else mentally, so you never pushed it, but you were always curious.

You never expected to be outside Megumi Fushiguro’s house and about to find an answer to said question.

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this has to be my most fav mikey fanfic, i cant get enough ಥ‿ಥ

Ballerina Box.

𖦹 minors don’t interact.┊wc: 6K.

𖦹 content: service dom!mikey, baby trapping, nicknames, unprotected sex, obsessive behavior, cunniligus, power imbalance, mention of guns, mirror sex, praise!kink.

𖦹 pairings: bonten timeline!sano ‘mikey’ manjiro x ballerina!fem!reader.

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got me all teared up 🥲

[ 𝟕:𝟑𝟐 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

“are you done being mad at me?” wakasa raises a brow, and you’re almost inclined to throw the knife in your hand at his head—but, given that he’ll simply dodge it, and you’ll just have a ruined wall, you decide to fight the urge. he sighs when you don’t answer, pulling a chair from your dining table and seating himself as he watches you make dinner.

still enough for two, he notes, and a small spark lights up from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

“y/n, i told you it was an accident, don’t be so mad all the time,” he groans, and the glare you shoot him makes him roll his eyes.

and it’s not like he meant to forget your date, he usually always remembers. it’s one time, and wakasa can’t understand why it’s such a big deal.

“are you gonna just cry over one missed date for two days now?” he asks, irritation lacing his voice. “we could’ve gone on like three dates by now if you just stopped sulking,” he mutters, picking at his nails, and a part of you wants to scream at him, wants to throw all the dishes in the sink at him as he tries to dodge them all, but another part—a part you’re trying so hard not to show—simply wants to cry.

and you know how he is, you knew before you ever got involved with him, you know he’s not the most expressive guy—but somehow, despite it all, you just wish he’d at least look like he’s trying.

“y/n,” he says seriously, eyes finally hardening with a firmness you know all too well. you don’t think you can handle this conversation right now. “enough is eno—”

“please leave,” you whisper. wakasa pauses, staring at you incredulously as you don’t even spare him a glance. he thinks it’s because you’re mad—you know it’s because if you do, the dam will break.

it’s so silly, so incredibly sensitive of you. you’ve been dating for months, the honeymoon stage is long over, but still. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to make your eight month milestone with wakasa special—and you thought there could be the slightest chance he’d feel the same.

but he forgot. and you feel dumb. you feel like an overly sentimental fool, and even if you try and tell yourself you’re simply overreacting, you can’t help but let the hurt blossom.

and you’re sure your boyfriend will look at you like you’re a fool too—and you certainly feel like one—so the best thing to do is avoid him until the feelings fizzle out.

but wakasa seems adamant on that not happening.

“what?” he inquires, and your eyes betray you, casting themselves as traitors as they let hot tears stream down your face. you angle your body away so he can’t see, hoping he doesn’t notice, but almost instantly, there’s a presence hovering behind you. “y/n, what’s wrong? shit—okay look, i didn’t mean to forget, alright? that was on me, it just slipped my mind—kay look. don’t cry or nothing, alright?”

“just go away,” you sniffle, twisting to avoid the arms that move to wrap around your waist, and for a second, you think you’ve probably ruined everything.

he’s probably tired of your overreacting, and the thought makes you wrap your arms tightly around yourself, biting your lip as you fight the wobble.

“baby, just talk to me,” he mumbles, arms wrapping around you once more. this time, they’re a bit more determined, and they don’t let you escape. a soft kiss plants itself to the back of your neck, and you feel yourself get pulled into an sturdy chest. “what’s got you upset? the date? were you excited for that restaurant? i’ll take you right now, but don’t cry—”

“it’s not the stupid restaurant,” you sniffle, giving up and leaning your weight into him. it’s silent for a moment, and then you’re being turned, warm hands cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up to meet wakasa’s gaze. his heart breaks a little at the glassiness of your eyes.

“then what’s got you all worked up, hmm?” he asks softly, and his thumb soothes over your cheek. the words almost tumble out of your mouth, but you stop yourself—and he can sense it. “tell me,” he says simply. “i want to fix it.”

and before you can hesitate, you’re blurting out, “it was our eighth month.” you look down, not meeting his eyes. “wanted it to be special. but that’s dumb, it’s okay, i was just bei—”

“ah fuck,” he curses. “knew i was forgetting something importa—okay, okay. new plan,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you blink, brows furrowing that he’s not rolling his eyes, and he’s not telling you to get over it, and he’s not annoyed. “you finish up dinner, i’ll get you the fanciest reservation for tomorrow, kay? no more tears though,” he brushes away the last few on your cheek, hugging your waist as you process his words.

“what?”

“you heard me,” he whispers, voice husky as he trails kisses down your jaw, burying his face into your neck. “‘m sorry, baby. didn’t mean to forget.”

and it hits you that maybe you got it all wrong, that maybe you weren’t fair on wakasa. of course he cares, and a silly little eight month milestone isn’t silly to him if it’s important to you. you wrap your arms around his neck, shuffling closer.

“got all dressed up and cute that night,” you pout. “you didn’t even get to see.” he nods, rubbing small circles into your back.

“this is horrible news,” he mumbles. “i really missed out.”

“you did,” you nod, and he presses another kiss to your neck.

“s’okay, you’ll get all dolled up for me tomorrow, won’t you?” and finally, a small smile forms on your lips as you nod, relaxing fully into his embrace as he stays rubbing your back, the hurt and doubt and anger from before all melting away.

yeah, maybe you got it all wrong.

“you don’t deserve it,” you mutter.

“yeah, i don’t,” he agrees. pulling away, he looks at you with a small smirk, leaning in as his forehead meets yours. “but you’ll still do it for me anyway, right?”

and when you nod, his lips crash into yours, and you think maybe he is expressive—in his own annoying little way.