My Piece For @thecodywanzine! Thanks To The Mods Who Let Me Go Completely Ham And Cheese On This Bad

This is my first ever request! But how about secretly perverted higuruma? I imagine him being a regular office worker or attorney who's decently good at his job, and seemingly calm and collected at work, but he's secretly obsessed with his female superior. Like he dreams of her degrading him in her office after hours as she steps on his pathetic hard on. Him begging and crying for her mercy. That'd be cute 🎀

—hiromi higuruma • jujutsu kaisen

cw: sub!higuruma, dom!fem reader, office setting, power imbalance, degradation, footplay / stepping, crying kink, humiliation kink, higuruma begging, dubiously sane behavior

a/n; i’d never written anything about higuruma before, this was funn!!

he was already hard when you walked into the office.

you didn’t notice at first—your heels clicking across the tile, papers in your hand, expression sharp—but he did.

he noticed everything

the scent of your perfume.

the subtle movement of your skirt.

the slight frown on your face when you saw he was still here.

“you’re still working?” you asked, uninterested.

“ah—yes,” he replied, pushing his knees closer together under the desk. “just finishing a few things.”

his voice was calm. steady.

but inside?

he was screaming.

you walked behind him. didn’t even stop.

but your heels echoed in his head like a countdown.

he was already half-choking on the image: you catching him jerking off under the desk like a fucking pervert. dragging him to the floor. putting your heel on his cock and asking, “this is what you needed?”

and then—

you did stop.

right behind him.

“stand up,” you said. tone cold. unreadable.

“w-what…?”

you turned, slowly. “you’ve been staring at me for weeks. practically drooling. you think i don’t notice when a dog’s in heat?”

his face burned.

he stood up.

his hard-on was very visible now.

you looked down at it.

then at him.

“…pathetic.”

he whimpered.

and then—before he could even ask—your foot pressed against his cock.

firm. cruel.

he shuddered.

“get on the floor, higuruma.”

“yes—yes, ma’am—”

he dropped like a man praying.

on his knees. flushed. cock twitching.

“beg.”

“please… please step on me. use me. i’m disgusting. i can’t stop thinking about you, i—i need you to humiliate me, please—”

your heel pressed down harder.

he sobbed.

but he never moved away.

If you manage to take down one, the other is never far behind...

Low Power by Jarzardart

I’ve got a request my dear! Can you please do bottom Nanami who just had rough day and finally gets the chance to relax and be a pillow princess.

Love you dear!

Good Boys Deserve Good Things

𓇼 🌊 🐚 -Nanami Kento x Dom! Male Reader

𓇼 🌊 🐚-Cw: Overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, Some sir and daddy kink, like one spank and manhandling (readers a strong boy 💪🏽)

It really didn’t take anyone special to tell how hard Nanami Kento worked. From a busy salaryman who hated his job to a sorcerer who still couldn’t stand the business, just had less of a hatred towards it. That was life though, grinding through shit you hate. It was worth it he believed, eventually retiring to Malaysia with his sweetheart was worth any challenge.

It would be awhile until that point though. For now he was a slave to the workforce. Nanami was returning back from home after a long day as usual. He looked over to see the kitchen was clean and some delicious looking cuisine in a container. Must’ve been your cooking.

He kicked off his dress goes and took his suit coat off before trudging upstairs. A few annoying comments from Gojo always got him exhausted and annoyed. He entered the room to see you relaxing on the bed lazily scrolling through you’re phone. You glanced up to see your husband with an annoyed expression on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile at his annoyed and flustered look. You could tell he was aggravated, not at you of course. “Hey there handsome, work got you down?” You smiled teasingly. Nanami Kento was no submissive man by any standards. A wise and reserved man which could be seen by anyone. Though, sometimes a man needed a break.

He got on his knees crawling over to your side of the bed as your large hand cupped his cheek. “Please sir….” He pleaded. The alias rolling off his tongue sounding like sweet honey in your ears. “Please what handsome?” You inquired with a knowing eyebrow.

“Please, fuck me…” He spoke softly, cheeks flushed with a pretty pastel dusted across them. You couldn’t help the mean grin that graced your lips. “Was that so hard baby? So hard asking you’re husband to make you forget about every little thing?” He shook his head no.

~🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

“Shit! You’re squeezing me so much handsome..” You lick your lips panting as you gripped his hips from the back pulling him into you. Kento had his face buried in the pillow as he moaned and cried. Pretty hazel eyes red from crying so much.

“S’ too much- can’t take it! Can’t take it! Mercy~!” You smiled softly at his pleas giving a small slap to his plump ass. “Shhh, know you can take it… because you’re a good boy right? Good boys deserve good things right?♡” You didn’t really expect an answer but you were pleased when you heard a whine. “Yes- I deserve this…”

You nodded in agreement. “You do, so stop thinking and let me take care of you okay baby?” You cooed softly at him as you gripped his sweaty locks. You gently ran you’re fingers through them before tugging to get him to arch. His face was pulled off the pillow leaving his mouth open to let the groans and moans escape.

He had no idea how many times he’d cum already. All he knew is that he’d been manipulated into position after position by you. Pretty head blank from everything except you’re dick in his ass abusing his prostate with each Plap! Plap! Plap! You gave so graciously to him.

You felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm as he constricted tighter around you. You lifted you’re leg to plant beside his torso and adjusted you’re hands to his broad and muscular shoulders to pull him back into you. You leaned your weight over him making your dick hit even deeper from the forced arch. You smiled softly as you heard him cry out, hands reaching up to the drool covered, sweaty pillow to try and pull himself away from the burning pleasure.

“Nope, don’t run away from this dick baby…” You grinned as you pulled him right back to you’re pelvis. “Shhhh, shhhh, let daddy hear you scream for him m’kay???” You asked, but he knew it was a demand. The coil in his stomach stretched to its limits, face dripping with sweat, toes curling and eyes rolling back.

He peered up at you from wet lashes, a pleading look on his face. You smiled at his manners. “You know you don’t have to ask to cum…. Nut on daddy’s cock…” you gave a final sturdy thrust and his orgasm came crashing down like a wave on the coast. He gave a final drawn out groan mixed with a gasp as thick, ivory rivulets spilled from his shaft.

You came just in time with him as you filled him to the brim with your own release. You sighed in relief as you rubbed small shapes in his hips to ground him. After a few moments he felt you pull out and quickly flip him over before climbing back atop. You lined yourself up once more with his entrance as he let out a whimper from feeling you invade once more.

“You’re still coherent prince… can’t have that can we…? My sweet pillow prince needs to have his pretty head drained isn’t that right?” You asked with a slight mocking tone as he nodded. His legs raised as he wrapped them around your torso, burying his tear soaked face into your shoulder. You smiled brushing a small start tear from his cheek.

You kissed his temple before gently thrusting. “Just a little more for me baby… just let go of all those inhibitions hmmm?” You asked in sickly sweet tone. And who was he to deny or say no when you asked like that?

A/N: It is so nice to be back and writing for JJK! Thanks so much for the request Jason, I missed all you sm! Things have just been busy. Anyways, keep requesting! Im on a writing kick. :)

i miss my loverman

horikoshi bring him back

TRAINING WHEELS. logan howlett / dom! top! m. reader

→ logan’s new to the team & you decide to show him the ropes

warnings. nsfw content / unprotected sex / somnophilia / <mild> breath play / <mentions & depictions of> hazing / age gap between ADULTS / <mild> feminization / nipple play <?> / light degradation <chara. receiving> / analingus / orgasm control / masturbation <chara.> / blowjob <r. receiving> / full nelson position / not proof read ( sorry )

notes. he’s been on my mind word count. 2K

LOGAN IS NOT a heavy sleeper; he’d begun to stir the moment the mattress dipped under your weight. The lids of his eyes are still heavy with exhaustion ⸻ and his gaze is not quite as clear as it ought to be.

“What are you…” he pauses mid–sentence, his voice a rough, low sound that would’ve caused anyone else to reconsider what they’d intended to do.

He’d meant to ask you what you were doing but the rest of his sentence was caught in his throat with his breath when you’d aligned the head of your cock with his entrance.

“I’m taking responsibility for what I’d said to you earlier,” you respond, voice low and all matter–of–fact like it’s obvious as you penetrate him.

It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as he thought it ought to ⸻ not that it didn’t hurt at all, because it did. Rather, it felt as though his… well, insides adjusted to suit your cock like it’d existed solely for that purpose.

You didn’t seem particularly opposed to that notion either; leaning forward to curl your calloused fingers around the base of his throat as he took your cock to the hilt.

The action itself didn’t impede his ability to breathe; on the contrary, it appeared to be a silent assertion of superiority. Something that, oddly enough, left him feeling disappointed but he didn’t or, rather, couldn’t linger on that thought (or much else for that matter) when you began to thrust into him.

“Do you remember what I’d said to you?”

Your voice again, taking on an even lower cadence beside the shell of his ear, as you pull your cock out of his puffy entrance only to force it back past the ring of muscle again.

He doesn’t respond though.

WHEN LOGAN COMES TO for the second time ⸻ or, rather, the first time he’d thought that he ought to be in another dream.

The heavy lids of his eyes had given way to the dim lighting of the back seat of a car; the one just behind the passenger seat up front. It took a moment to adjust to the dimness of the lighting but he was certain that this wasn’t where he’d fallen asleep and, as if reading his thoughts, you confirm as much.

“I take it you had a nice dream?” You more or less hum, glancing at him through the rear–view mirror although you’d reasonably not see much, “I feel a little wronged, you know, ‘cause it took so much effort to drag your ass into the back of the car and here you are, having the time of your life.”

If you’d meant it to be a genuine complaint, he couldn’t tell and never could, to be honest, tell whether or not he should take you seriously. So, he doesn’t necessarily acknowledge what you’d said with anything more than a low, non-committal grunt.

“Where are you ⸻ no, why the fuck am I in the back seat of a car right now?”

Unlike his dream, he gets all of his words out this time around with what he deems a sufficient amount of irritation.

Whether or not it’d actually been a sufficient amount of irritation was up for debate though since it appeared to have gone completely and utterly over your head.

“You’re still new to the ranks, old man,” You sing–song in response, sounding all the more enthusiastic, “… and a little hazing should be expected, no?” as the car’s prior steady gliding forward on what he presumed to be a sparsely populated road came to an abrupt end.

There’s that matter–of–fact tone again; He truthfully didn’t know whether or not he should laugh, cry, or even give the content of his dream some deeper thought.

Now, though, wasn’t exactly the time to consider the absurdity of the past… however long.

“The task is relatively simple,” You continue, your voice taking on a more serious but not quite that sound as you address him, “… all you have to do is find your way back to camp before the sun rises and don’t do anything stupid, you’re being watched.”

‘CAMP’ IS EXACTLY as the name implies  ⸻ a collection of, for the lack of a better word, tents and in the heart of summer, it’s one hell of a place to be even when the sun is replaced by its more forgiving counterpart.

Thus, a layer of sweat visible to all clings uncomfortably to the curves and contours of Logan’s body as he trudges towards your tent.

“You must’ve kissed a superior’s ass to become a Lieutenant, right?” It’s more of an accusation to vent his frustration than a genuine question on Logan’s part but you respond as though to satiate his curiosity nevertheless.

“I can’t say that I’ve done it for the sake of a promotion,” You smile, all wolf–like and if Logan were in a better mood, he’d say a little charismatically too.

He doesn’t respond to that and thus you continue.

“You tryin’ to call me an ass–kisser, rookie?” You chuckle, the sound a combination of genuine amusement and something else, as you approach him, holding his chin between your thumb and index finger.

He is a rookie, technically speaking, of course, but hearing the word roll off your tongue makes him feel strange ⸻ naturally a little annoyed but there’s something else there that he can’t quite put his finger on.

You, on the other hand, are more than comfortable with placing your fingers anywhere you like.

“I like to think of myself as someone who’s very… literal, I suppose?” You continue, lowering the palm of one of your hands to grope the curve of his ass, “… but that’s enough of that; the sun rose before you made it back to camp so it’s only fair that I punish you for your failure.”

“Punish…?” He repeats after you, his voice sounding a little wispy as you close the distance between the two of you, hand groping his ass and all.

“Don’t take it to heart, we all fail sometimes,” You shrug with a wave of your hand as if that ought to be the main issue, “… and you were practically moaning my name in the car so I guess I’m a little curious about what you were dreaming about too.”

The dream, of course, hadn’t exactly slipped his mind as opposed to him forcing himself to not think about it given his circumstances at the time.

He’d walked for… who knows how long before slipping into a 24/7 gas station’s restroom to relieve himself of the throbbing of his cock because of the stupid thing.

It wasn’t exactly ideal but what else could he have done if not lowering his sweatpants and boxers to palm himself until the angry head of his cock spurted ropes of cum into the toilet?

Now, though, he was standing in front of you and could feel your erection against his.

“This was a little too easy for my liking,” Your voice again, just like in his dream, but this isn’t a dream, now, is it? You were calling him easy and instead of being annoyed he couldn’t help but allow a moan to slip past his parted lips much to your delight.

“I can make an exception though,” You continue, moving the both of you towards your desk before bending him over and making a show of kneeling behind him and lowering his sweatpants and underwear.

Logan is… relatively silent; he doesn’t respond to any of your questions but he does let out a string of profanities beneath his breath as you spread his cheeks, dragging your tongue from his balls up to the entrance of his ass as the tight ring of muscle spasms in response to your affection.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking⸻” He pauses mid–sentence, his thighs trembling beneath his weight, as you alternate between sucking, kissing and occasionally biting the surrounding flesh.

The sound of his voice doesn’t necessarily catch you off guard but it’s enough to get you to pull away from his ass, wiping the string of saliva still connecting you to his winking hole with the back of your palm before responding, “… kissing your ass? I already told you that I’m a very literal person and I don’t do this for a promotion.”

You sound almost… exasperated and Logan has half the mind to turn around and punch you in the face but your tongue is sliding past that ring of muscle and it’s so strange but not unwelcomed.

He couldn’t bring himself to oppose you ⸻ not when your tongue was moving in and out of his ass like that; and especially not when the slit on the head of his cock was leaking so much pre–cum.

When you eventually pull away from his ass, he finds himself whimpering at the loss; pushing back against where your mouth should have been. It’s almost pathetic enough to make you want to indulge him but it’s meant to be a punishment. 

Thus, Logan finds himself kneeling between your spread legs moments later. He’s pressing his chest together, a mediocre crease forming between them as you stare down at him, amused.

“They’re so…” You pause, tilting your head to the side as you lazily palm your own throbbing cock (all the while neglecting his), “big, you know?” as warmth gathers beneath the surface of his skin.

He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re implying.

“Jesus,” You whistle, “you have such pretty tits,” as you align your cock with the entrance of the crease before sliding up into it.

“I’m not a fucking⸻” He protests, silenced only by the fistful of his hair you grab as you respond, “I’m only saying what I see, soldier. Now, be a good boy for me and I’ll consider giving that cock of yours some attention.”

‘When did you get so… stern?’ He’d thought of this at that moment but couldn’t think of much else beyond the sensation of your cock gliding between his… ‘tits’ as you’d called them and the voice in the back of his head telling him to be a good boy for you and squeeze his chest together some more.

Logan had always trusted his intuition in his earlier years so that’s what he does. He indulges you, and by extension, himself as he feels every bump, curve, or vein on your cock against his skin until you’re painting his chest white.

“I should’ve done this a lot sooner,” You breathe out after a moment of silence, your breathing evening out as you move over to your swivel chair before motioning for him to join you.

UNLIKE HIS DREAM, he’s made to suck you off first.

Your cock is heavy on his tongue; he’s never done this before though so it’s all a little clumsy ⸻ the way he hollows his cheeks and tries his hardest to avoid his teeth grazing you as saliva escapes his mouth, gathering just above his collarbone.

It’s cute, though, and is even cuter when you begin to touch his weeping cock. He’s like an obedient little dog; one that’s all bark and minimal bite.

Every time you touch him, his body tenses and he trembles. Thus, you decide that he ought to be closer to you and have him straddle your lap instead.

When you align yourself with his entrance, you can tell that he’s nervous so you take your time and ease into him. It’s uncomfortable for the both of you, him more so than you, you’re sure so there’s no need to rush it either.

There’s no stopping you once you’ve both adjusted though. His back is to your chest and his knees are to his chest as you thrust up into him. He’s a big guy but you’ve folded him in half nevertheless and Logan’s loving every moment of it.

Strings of little ‘uh–uh–uh’s fall from his lips like a mantra as ropes of cum shoot from the head of his cock; a release that he’d so desperately craved but couldn’t even wrap his head around at the moment.

“You’ll be okay,” You hum as you press a kiss to the side of his sweaty temples, “I’ll welcome you to the ranks myself, I don’t think I want to share you with the others.”

Imagine going on adventures with Logan and Deadpool and you’re the voice of reason behind them 😆 Deapool the idiot with hot headed Wolverine that reader has to keep in check all the time

It’s not easy being the only person with common sense in this rag tag trio of yours.

^^ this is literally you babysitting two grown ass men that need to be kept on leashes and separated from one another in case they fight, again.

You are overworked and underpaid to be dealing with this shit, but there was no one else who had the patience for Wade nor the compassion and empathy for Logan as you did.

So unfortunately you were stuck with them for every mission given but despite how vastly different and incompatible some of you were -*cough* Logan and Wade *cough*- you three worked well enough together that you were a force to be reckoned with.

You were forced to face situations where wade would be pissing Logan off to the point his claws were out, and you had to pat the rugged man on his shoulder, wait for him to look at you as you pointed towards his claws;

‘Them. Away. Now.’ -you.

Wolverine: *grunts*

You: don’t give me attitude, put. them. away. Now.

Wade: ohhh Logan’s in trouble!

You would then look at Wade before pointing at him like a disappointed parent: and you, stop pissing him off if you like to keep your dick where it is! Or so help god me I’ll cut it off myself!

Wade: 😶

Wolverine: *smirks and puts the claws away*

You were their voice of reason, their angel on their shoulder, their peace keeper and confidant and they respect you for keeping up with their shit. However it wouldn’t be much like Logan and Wade to make your life easy as you often had to stand between the two as a barrier of sorts to keep them from killing each other.

When in actuality they are flipping each other off behind your back and it wasn’t until Logan slapped wades hand away, causing him to say ‘ow’ did you look between the two of them as they acted like they weren’t acting like children a few moments ago.

You: I’m so sorry you’ll have to excuse them.

*Meanwhile Wade and Logan fighting, stabbing each other in the balls in the background*

You: WOULD YOU TWO STOP FUCKING FIGHTING FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!

Wade and Logan; *immediately stop and point at each other* he started it!

They were the reason you had grey hairs at an early age you swore this to anyone who’d listen. They were a pain in your ass, thorn in your side and a headache waiting to happen but the moment you were threatened, Wade and Logan put aside their differences and acted accordingly by standing protectively in front of you.

Logan: I would shut the fuck up if I were you bub.

Wade: oh look what you did, you made daddy angry.

Logan and you looking at Wade: 🤨😐

You: can you not make everything into a sex joke?

Wade, booping you on the nose; it comes with the territory peanut.

Logan: be serious for fucking once, they’ve just got threatened!

Wade: you don’t think I want our pookie to get hurt? (why do I think he’d say pookie unironically)

You: kill me now and end my misery. Please someone, anyone. Preferably pyro. (He’s hot, literally and figuratively)

Being stuck with Logan and wolverine is a curse and a blessing at the same time, which one you want to focus on more is up to you. However you three were incredibly loyal to each other, even if you do piss each other off from time to time, but you’d never betray one another for it wasn’t an option.

You were stuck with these two whether you liked it or not.

Does it ever drive you crazy Just how fast the night changes? Everything that you've ever dreamed of Disappearing when you wake up ♫

thinking about giving some relief to your stressed husband before he has to attend an important meeting with his colleagues later in the afternoon…

you’re awakened by the shower of gentle kisses from your neck and face provided by none other than your own darling husband. your gaze softens when you notice that desperately hungry look in his eyes. then, when your eyes travel downward, you were pleasantly surprised by the sight of your husband’s naked body. the sunrise shone through your bedroom window, basking your husband in a golden light. he looked near damn ethereal.

you greedily took in his meaty thighs, toned arms, rock hard abs, and his useless, thick, leaking cock. sometimes you wondered how in the hell you were able to marry a hunk like him. you could distinctly remember that your husband had many admirers in his life who would give anything to be able to have a chance with him.

you felt pride bubble in your chest knowing that none of them would ever be able to see your husband like this: looking down at you with pleading eyes, not even having to say a word to let you know what he wanted. for you to fuck him like a cheap whore until your bedroom stank of sex. how could you deny your baby when he’s been good for you all week long?

“you look so pretty on top of me baby, mhm, move your hips just like that,” you praised as the grip of your husband’s quivering legs tensed around you as he raises his hips until just your tip is inside him before plopping down, his skin slapping sinfully against your cum stained pelvis; evidence of your previous rounds that your husband was so desperate to keep inside him as it continued to leak out with every frantic movement of his hips.

“yer cock feels so good, i needed this so much— ah!” he gasped when you grab hold of his waist and snapped your hips up to match the pace of his feverish riding. you could hear the tear of fabric beside your head as your husbands claws at your pillows, his breathless moans increasing as you continue to plow into his hole.

“oh fuck yes! please go faster, i’m so close,” your husband begs so beautifully as he rest his forehead beside your neck, he pants against your ear as his climax creeps closer. the final straw for him was when you wrap your fingers around his girth and stroke him along with your erratic thrusts. he muffled his whine by biting into your shoulder as he added more to the white mess of your abdomen. overstimulation cuts him like a knife as you continued to use him until you quickly follow suit and you slam balls deep into his ass and fill him with warm cum.

you husband lays flat against you like a puppet without strings as you both try to catch your breath. he lifts himself from your shoulder to stare down at you with so much tenderness. only you had the privilege to see your husband in such a mess. a mess that you had created to perfection.

you felt yourself grin as your husband starts to slowly ride you again, making your cock harden just minutes after your previous session. your handsome man was just as greedy as you. if not more.

ghost, gaz, soap, price, miguel, choso, sukuna, vander, jayce, gojo, geto, ur fav characters <3

how the fuck are you mad about mace windu not trusting anakin in revenge of the sith…..did that mf not prove his ass RIGHT???

i agree with everything he fucking said with regards to anakin in that movie! it’s the truth!