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Imagine pegging Sun with his glasses on, watching his glasses slide down the slope of his nose while we lovingly fuck him ᓫ(°⌑°)ǃ

such a pretty image😩 anon, you have a beautiful mind🩷

NSFW under the cut!

He doesn't know himself what he did to turn you on, but it's not like he's complaining. Not with the way you're gripping his hips so lovingly, hard enough to bruise just how you know he likes. His glasses sliding down but it doesn't make a difference, he wouldn't be able to see anyway, not through the tears blurring his vision. Feeling like everything burns so deliciously, salt in sweat, in the way he cries out so pretty, stretched so thoroughly on your strap. You're rewriting him with each thrust, in his guts making your presence known, and he's really trying to keep his legs spread for you but just the thought has his knees going weak and legs clamping shut.

He knows he's heavy, so Sun tries his hardest not to put his weight on you. Off balance, and he flutters wet lashes at you, enamored by the way you notice, by the way you pin him down, beneath you where he belongs. You could have him over his desk, or the kitchen counter, pressed into the mattress so hard it starts to drown him — he's taking all of it, thanking you like a good boy. Glasses strewn, steam and droplets of water lining the lenses, clacks against hard surfaces and they really are falling off. When you lean down to push them up, telling him how sexy he is for you, he feels his whole body seize up.

Fucking him so good, he doesn't know what to do with himself. A babbling, incoherent mess, ass red from the force you're going at. So deep in him, but he wants you deeper still; meeting you halfway, slamming back onto you as best as he can. Sun's vision is dotting black, he wants you buried to the hilt, all this pleasure coursing through his veins is not nearly enough. He needs you, he's begging, give him your everything while you say you love him. Rougher, harder, faster. Wrap you hands around his throat and steal his breath away like you always do, kisses to his collarbone leading up to his lips. He moans into your mouth, your name like it's all he knows, and in this moment it really is.

He doesn't know how many times he's come by the time you're done with him, shaking as the world jitters around him. He's so empty when you slip out, he hates it, frustrated tears brimming at his waterline. Then you hold him close and say his name, and suddenly he forgets it all. Weak smiles, a trembling hand reaching out to return your embrace, laboured breaths, finally slipping away. You'll fill the void again. He knows you will.

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GOD I’ve been given a taste of sub kenji and am now obsessed 🫠

Thoughts on riding with sub kenji? However you wanna play it, loved your Birthday Boy fic

hello! sorry for answering late (ᵕ—ᴗ—) but yes !! i'm quite surprise that, for a new fandom, kenji has a whole community that wants to see him as a sub ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) though i can't blame people, he's such a baby ♡♡

also, i'm glad you liked the fic! i thought it was really cranky when i first published it :/ but i'm glad people liked it :D

now, riding sub!kenji or him riding you, i can see him acting all needy and being whiny in either situation ♡

while riding him, he can't help his sounds. moans fall from his lips as he's trying so hard to keep his eyes open to look at the way you bounce on him, those same eyes that wonder on your tits that move over his face. his trembling hands take a hold on your hips, not to control the pace, but to feel your skin on his. he's always eager to feel you close and needs it. he's a bit shy to look into your eyes, but if you ask him to do so with that sweet tone of yours, he'll do it, he'll do whatever you want as long as you praise him and you call him your good boy, but praise him too much and he might start crying ᴖ̈. when he finally cums, he's gripping your hips, thrusting up his own as he emptied himself inside you, whimpering and crying out your name. after his mind gets clear after his orgasm, he smiles sweetly at you, caressing your hips with his thumb. he won't ask for it directly, but he would purse his lips, silently asking for a kiss, and smiling cutely when you tell him how good he did for you. would 100% sleep with him still inside of you ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

he's a lot more shy when he's the one riding you, feeling more exposed now that he's the one straddling your lap while you have a complete view of his body. his hips move slowly, and he's looking at any other point of the room but you, hiding his flushed face behind the back of his hand ♡. your hands travel all over his body, from his back, to his hips and finally his ass, squeezing it a little bit and making a yelp come out his lips. he ends up giving up, throwing himself over you and hugging you like you were one of his pillows, hiding his face away in the hollow of your neck and letting you take control, grabbing his hips and thrusting into him. he moans in your ear loud and clearly, answering in a broken manner everytime you ask if he feels good. kisses are sloppy, since the only thing he can do is moan as you attack his prostate again and again. if you end up fucking him dumb, the only thing that fall from his lips are mumbles of "love you...i love you, i love you, i love you" as he cums undone on your stomach. he stays there, cuddled up to you after a while, and you help him calm down with sweet praises and slow caresses in his back.

i fear i might be making him too occ, but i just wanna spoil him rotten ˙◠˙

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can’t stop thinking about afab!getou :3

the way his pussy gets so easily wet from your make-out sesh and how his moans get slightly and slightly louder as you trail kisses down his neck. as he’s sitting on your lap, you suddenly bite the flesh so he tilts his head back at that and enjoys the pain, while gripping the back of your head tightly.

he murmurs your name and asks you politely to help him with his sticky problem. to which you answer positively. running your hand up and down his exposed thighs, you wondered if he wore those specific shorts on purpose tonight and if he knew they were your favourite.

suguru’s thighs are heaven on earth to you. so soft and so mesmerising, you loved the way he shivered from your light touch and jumped when all of a sudden you slapped his skin and gripped his flesh harshly. “you’re so mean..” he whispered in your ear.

you kept on the teasing for a few more minutes, getting dangerously closer to his sweet spot with your hand, the other holding him close to your chest. his nipples were rubbing against the fabric of his shirt, adding on to the stimulation.

it was all so weird to feel so much but nothing at the same time. suguru felt his cheek heat up and his mind going blank from the way you were toying with him. because truly that’s all that he was at the moment ; a flustered mess that didn’t have the strength to do anything but pant like a mutt.

until you finally slid a hand down his shorts, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, “you did it on purpose hm ?” your voice resonated in his body. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about..”. you chuckled at his answer.

you began to trace circles on his clit, that was already soaked enough, keeping a rather slow pace. Suguru whimpered in your ear, arching his back and gripping your shirt. he wasn’t going to last much longer like that. you continued to stimulate his clit and went even faster in order to hear more of him.

his voice got louder and the whimpers turned into moans. he bucked his hips in your hand, almost bouncing on your finger like a stupid dog in heat. you grabbed his loose hair and pulled his head back, admiring the lovely expression on his face.

you felt his cunt pulsating and it didn’t took long for him to cum, with a loud moan that was probably heard by the neighbours. you let go of his hair and he instantly hid his face in the crook of your neck, still panting as he came down from his climax. “don’t get tired yet, i’m so not done with you princess.”

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synopsis ⇒ fucking aventurine with a machine after he loses a bet with you.

kinks ⇒ fucking machines, overstimulation, dumbification, spanking, cum

reader anatomy ⇒ unspecified

wc ⇒ 692

Aventurine doesn't lose.

Every card he plays is intended to bring him closer to victory, every loss a necessary sacrifice. He is the master of the chessboard and of the casino, with both luck and skill at his service. Losing just doesn't exist to him.

He never loses. He doesn't lose. He can't-

"Ughk--!" Aventurine chokes on his own moans as he splatters himself with his own cum. His body shakes as the fucking machine pistons into him anyways, ramming straight into his prostate and ruthlessly slamming him against the bed. His cock sways as he's rocked back and forth, his eyes rolling so far back in his head that all he sees is white.

Never before had he thought he'd be in this position - strapped to a fucking machine with his arms behind his back and his legs forced apart like a common whore. His knees press against his nipples as the machine delivers a particularly rough thrust, and Aventurine practically squeals at the feeling.

He can't speak, he can't breathe, he can't think, he can't do anything except take the machine's cruel thrusts that fill him so well yet leave him empty just as quickly.

"P-Pleashe..." he slurs, his gorgeous eyes hazy with pleasure. "Can't- Too- Mmh!!"

His toes curl, the beginnings of yet another orgasm quickly pooling in his stomach. Dear Amber Lord, not another one. He doesn't know if he can take another, his cock feels like it's about to burst, he just might really die if he comes again-

He feels your hand sift through his hair, and briefly he meets your gaze. You smile sweetly down at him, yet a shiver runs down his back at your gaze.

"You can take another," you assure him. "You promised you'd do whatever I asked if I won."

Indignation flashes in his eyes. He didn't think you'd do this to him, of all things! But his protests are cut short before he says anything as you slap and squeeze his ass, eliminating all coherent thoughts from his head.

"Don't back out on me now," you murmur soothingly, rubbing the reddening skin with startling tenderness. "You're doing so well."

Unconsciously, Aventurine keens into your touch, endearing whimpers escaping him as he shuts his gorgeous eyes tight.

He hates it, he hates how good the machine feels inside of him, he hates how hard he is despite everything, he hates you and your stupid smile and your infuriating eyes and the way you make his cock throb and his walls clench with just a simple touch. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it-

"Mmmph-! Hngh..." He feels you kiss him, its tenderness a stark contrast from the machine's ruthlessness. The dildo nails his prostate the second your lips touch his. Instantly, the coil in his stomach snaps, and his balls tighten, his walls squelching deliciously around the dildo as he comes with a muffled scream.

The diamonds in his eyes have melted into delirious hearts by the time you part from his lips. Aventurine grins drunkingly at you, his fair skin flushed and sweaty. He giggles as you run your thumb across his cheek, leaning into your hand.

"Feels- Feels sho good..." he drools, his eyes fluttering - almost as if to entice you. "Want- Haah... Want more- please, pleasepleaseplease-"

You laugh, glancing down at his cock. Surprisingly, it's still as hard as ever, throbbing against his abdomen and ready for another round. A smile creeps upon your face.

"If you say so, darling."

He'll complain and pout in the morning when all's said in done, and his back is sore and his ass hurts. But for now, who are you to deny him his pleasure when he asked you so sweetly?

You let go of his ass and take out the remote to the machine. At the mere push of a button, the machine speeds up its attack onto Aventurine's prostate.

"Haah- oh! Tha- Shank you- Nngh-!!!"

You smile to yourself. Just a few more rounds wouldn't hurt, right?

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i wanna fuck geto until his mind goes blank...

sub!geto x dom!reader

fucking geto so good the only thing he can think of is you. letting out slutty moans and saying your name over and over again like it’s the only thing engraved in his brain. seeing him gripping the bed sheet like his life depends on it as he lies on his back.

“[name]... [name]... hnnggh—”

you stop thrusting for a moment, “that all you can say, you dumb slut?” you harshly grab his face so he looks at you—mouth hanging and breathing shakily, his thighs were quivering so so much.

you grabbed his waist and thrusted once more, making him throw his head back, followed by a moan. “cute.” you coo, leaning into him and kissing his forehead gently.

you continue fucking him in a fast pace, making him squirm under you. your thrusts were deep and quick—it hurts so, so much but he didn’t want you to stop. because it felt so good to be fucked by you until his mind goes numb.

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Down the chimney! | sub!geto suguru

in which "chimney" is an euphemism for geto's throat as you're face fucking him.

wc: 1.2k+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, blowjob but w/ a strap, slight choking, praise, use of a butt plug/vibrator (m receiving), degradation, crying

note: this is a christmas inspired fic if you couldnt tell

also who let this man be this pretty

Currently, the only sounds in the room are the sounds of geto's gags and the wet noises of your strap in his throat.

"Doing so well for me, arent you?" Your hair lays entwined in his long hair, gripping and pulling every once in a while which caused it to become messy and tangled.

The only response you get is a whimper from geto as his eyes roll back. You stare down at the black haired man who's on his knees, admiring the way his head is tilted back revealing his neck and the way his adam's apple bobs every time you push the strap deeper into his mouth. The sight of his pale skin invites you to cover it in bruises and hickeys but that's for later.

One of his hands is wrapped around the strap squeezing it while his other is on your thigh for stability. You practically feel the heat radiating from his body.

He's fully naked and in front of you. His dick is painfully hard against his chest, the tip brushing against it whenever he moves just a little. And if you listen carefully, you can hear a faint vibrating sound coming from him, reminding you of the toy you've put in him and set on low.

"Tell me if its too much, okay?" Geto nods and tries to answer you back but all that comes out is gurgled words to which you chuckle at.

"don't talk with your mouth full, baby." You tap his cheek. A faint blush covers his face and he lets out a whine at your tease.

With the way Geto looks so pretty standing on his knees and how he stares up at you with hooded, foggy eyes, you can't help but move before you think as you grab a handful of his hair before shoving your strap down his throat. You seem to have hit the back of his throat as Geto gags around the length and tears prickle his eyes, threatening to fall.

You coo at him. "Are you gonna cry, Geto? Just from the feeling of my strap down your throat?" He swallows at your words but shakes his head. He continues bobbing his head on the strap himself, letting out a noise each time it hits the back of his throat. Though your hand lays tangled in his hair to continue pulling on it.

You're left breathless at the sight. His drool escapes the corners of his mouth and drips down his chin. The strap is covered in his spit and his eyes roll back as he chokes on the size you chose. He stares up at you with hooded eyes, awaiting some sort of praise for doing a good job.

You notice the needy look in his hazy eyes. "Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" Geto whimpers around the strap, the praise going straight to his dick as it throbs from the lack of attention its receiving.

You take a glance at his dick and notice pre cum already appearing on the tip slowly.

"Already dripping? When we've barely even started?" Geto tries to cover his dick with his hand but you swat it away and prevent him from doing so, giving him a teasing grin at his pathetic attempt.

"I didn't know you were such a whore, geto. Getting hard while giving a blow job to my strap? I would never have expected that from you, baby." He flushes with shame and embarrassment but you see the way his dick twitches at your words.

"What, you want me to fuck your throat myself? You're rather slow at this." You let out a feigned disappointed noise and before Geto could answer back, you grip his hair tighter and begin to fuck his throat yourself, immediately setting a quick pace that leaves him breathless and crying from the pleasure.

Geto's eyes immediately roll to the back of his head and his hand goes limp against the side of his body as the other is barely hanging onto your thigh. He lets you do the work, opting to just sit there all pretty for you as you use him for your own pleasure as his mind turns to mush. The sounds of his gags and noises fill the room as tears streak down his face. Although a thought in the back of his head knows you can't feel actual pleasure, the idea of being used as your fuck toy turns his head to mush.

The feeling of your strap constantly hitting the back of his throat and the vibrator in him practically hitting all the right spots in him every time, Geto is left holding himself back from cumming. He doesn't want to cum without permission and get punished by you after all.

Instead, he glances at you, the look in his eyes telling that that he's begging for you to cum. You notice and take a quick glance at his again dick and notice how pre cum is practically leaking from his dick like a broken faucet now.

You're about to tease him for it but the words die on your tongue as your attention gets diverted to his throat and the sudden bulge in it. You widen your eyes at the sight and Geto lets out a whine at the intense lustful look in your eyes.

You slow down your movements and coo at the sight, the strap still in throat. "i wish i could take a picture for you to see how you look right now, baby." Your hand wraps around his throat before giving it a light squeeze, making him let out a small gasp. You can slightly feel the strap in him and you grin. "bet you'll like that wouldn't you? seeing yourself all messed up and fucked dumb."

You chuckle when he shyly nods, tears clumping his eyelashes together.

Geto takes your pause as a opportunity to recompose himself but what he didn't expect was the sudden feeling of the vibrator in him to increase in intensity. He didn't even notice you grab the remote nearby!

Suddenly he lets out a cry, causing his cum to shoot out of his dick and onto his chest. The feeling of his orgasm hitting his body like a train has his body shaking as pleasure courses through his body.

The hand on your thigh grips tightly and you let out a hiss as his nails dig into your skin.

You wait for him to calm down from his orgasm before lightly pushing him onto the ground, his back to the cold floor causing him to let out a squeal.

The sight is so pretty. His long hair is sprawled out around his head, his face is stained with his tears, his chest is covered with his cum and his limp dick lays against it. He stares up at you with confused eyes, questioning why you just randomly pushed him down.

"Huh? W-What are you doing-"

"What?" You raise an eyebrow at him, causing his words to die in his now raw throat. "You thought we were done? Of course not!" You chuckle and Geto feels his dick harden again and he swallows nervously.

"On all fours and ass up, baby. We're far from done." And geto does exactly what he's told, believing your very words knowing he won't be able to walk or speak properly tomorrow.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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Hi hi can I request some Toji feminization?

oh hell yea you can. though it’s just gonna be a word vomit of thoughts (might expand on it later)

toji in a pink miniskirt, muscular chest trapped by a bra of a matching colour and makeup done all prettily, just for you to ruin him. make his mascara run and ruin the look you spent half an hour working on, and make him look in the mirror as you do so.

make him ride your dick/strap with his back facing you and lay down to admire how good his as is, bouncing on you like a whore, needy cock neglected and weeping. call him your good girl for taking you so well, that your pretty girl looks ravishing in pink. he’ll go crazy, especially if you landed a few spanks on his ass while you did that

if he’s wearing lingerie, rip it. tell him you’ll get new ones and start to fuck him silly, all while talking about how cute his tits were, and how his huge cock was absolutely useless when he’s being your good girl <3

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⇝𝓴𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓹!⇜

characters: sub!big men x nb!dom!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, breeding, creampie, slapping, hair pulling, size difference, rough sex, strap/cock traditions, feminization like a lot, mentions of lactating, just dumb big sub men getting fucked stupid<3

notes: thinking with my clit rn… divider by @/reveriesources

big men! who can’t help but feel something swirling in their stomach every time they see little children going around, clinging to their parents, excitedly chattering on and showing their proud work

big men! who can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have your own children. you two have been together for long enough now, he guesses it should be time to bring up the topic of children and raising a family together

big men! who absolutely adore children despite their large physique and threatening appearance. and children love them in return and so are you with children as well. he sees it as an absolute win-win. you both love children and they love you two back. it would only be normal to want a cute family together, right?

big men! who nervously bring up the topic of children one day after a nice homemade dinner. he speaks in stutters and stammers — uncharacteristic as he fiddles with his hands, looking down at his lap. what if you weren’t ready? what if you turn down the idea? what if you don’t even want children to begin with?

big men! who let out a sigh of relief when you reach out, your smaller hands covering their own as you sooth his worries. who smiles in sheer utter joy when you say you want children as well

big men! who later into the night get absolutely wrecked. legs shaking, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. mind delirious, barely hanging on a thread as his glossy eyes look at nowhere in the room. who can’t help but let out a shriek when you enter him again. big and thick cock hitting his sensitive spots, making him squeal and thrash around on the bed until you pin him down with your weight

big men! who cry and blabber about being too goddamn full. who talk about your cock fucking his insides, rearranging his organs. who deliriously smiles and lets a drunken giggle slip when he feels the small bump in his stomach from the sheer size of your strap and cum mixed together

big men! who drool on the sheets when he can feel you slap his ass. the sting feeling so damn delicious, he couldn’t help but ask for more. to slap his ass and squeeze and fondle his tits until they’re all sore, red and lactating

big men! who lets out a weak pathetic excuse of a whine when you cum deep inside him for the nth time that night, legs spasming from the feeling of your hot seeds painting his walls

big men! who get fucked until their mind breaks, blabbering and slurring about how you were fucking his womb now. how he can feel your tip bruising his cervix and that you’re gonna knock him up

big men! who eagerly push you down, straddling your lap when you mischievously ask him to ride your cock since you’re so damn tired

big men! who rides your strap happily, his own cock repeatedly hitting his stomach as he sinks down on your strap again. the sheer amount of cum dribbling down your shaft, his thighs and making a mess

big men! who place a hand over the small bulge on their stomach. lust hazed smile on their face as they slur out words of getting pregnant. who blabber on and on so cutely about finally starting a family with you. who giggles when he feels you cum inside him again, saying he wants to make sure that his womb gets filled to the brim, wanting to carry your children even though he doesn’t even have a womb

big men! who whine when you try to tap out, too exhausted to continue. but he wants to! he wants to make sure you fuck your cock deep inside him, pushing past his cervix walls and cum inside him over and over till he gets pregnant!

big men! who fucking squirts. weak and limp cock spurting out pathetic excuse of droplets of cum before shooting blanks, pushing his red ass flush against your hips to make sure you don’t pull out. who lets out the loudest fucking scream when your hand gently yanks his hair, pushing his face into the pillow to muffle his noise as you continue to ram your cock inside him

big men! whose moans and whimpers turn so high-pitched, so weak, so girly as his whole body spasms and shakes under you like a weak fawn. who keep daydreaming of a cute domestic life with you and your kids together in his cotton filled brain

big men! who are just fucked dumb. not a single thought or an imagination in their mind as they simply lay there. take, take, take and take until you two finally tap out. you, too exhausted. him, exhausted, with a sore throat, with old and new tear stains on his cheeks, drool slipping down his lips with a shaking body. who passes out after you cum inside him for the nth time

big men! who dream of starting a family with you. the two of you with a cute child or a few more since he was such a big family man. the kids running around, the two of you watching them with a smile as the two of you make dinner together

big men! who wakes up all sore and exhausted the next morning. they’re absolutely drained and even trying to speak hurt

big men! who can finally move around after a while. who place a hand over his stomach before realizing the bulge is gone since you have already did an aftercare together after he passed out. who feel a growing sense of great sadness as their eyes brim with tears and their lips quiver

big men! who shake you awake with a sense of urgency, asking you to hurry and wake up. when you finally do, you’re greeted with the sight if your lover with tears in his eyes

big men! who complain, hiss and even cry as he stammers about not being pregnant. who take your hand in his own, squeezing your hand slightly with a pout on their face, “you should have knocked me up! i wanted a baby with you! did you.. not want a baby?”

big men! who cry crocodile tears when they realize that they can’t get pregnant after you explain it to them. mind still too fucked dumb, brain filled with nothing but statics and cotton. who literally sobs in desperation when he realizes he can’t get knocked up by you

big men! who sniffle as you turn their face to look at you. who finally starts to calm down when you assure him with a smug smile that you will continue to fuck your cum inside him over and over until he finally gets pregnant. isn’t his partner just lovely?

➯ jing yuan, blade, gepard, sampo, argenti, wriothesley, neuvilette, diluc, itto, childe, capitano, kaveh, thoma, baizhu, zhongli, dainsleif, rock, hajime sugoroku, kenshirou yozakura, musashi, samon gokuu, liang, qi, yamato godai, mitsuru hitokoe, sinbad, masrur, spartos leoxses, kouen ren, koumei ren, muu alexius, cassim, armakan amun-ra, yunan, judar, murial, julian, diavolo, beel, mammon, satan, simeon, solomon, raphael your faves♡︎

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Mm horny rn. Kinda wanna make Reigen ride my thigh while I hold his hips steady idk

oh woah woah sub!Reigen 😳👀 i bet he’d love this, actually

imagine — *shaky sigh* imagine for a second, he’s fully dressed (for work), maybe he just got home or something, idk it doesn’t matter. but you make him hump your leg while he’s still in his suit 🥴 he’s got his blazer thrown somewhere, his tie is loose & the top few buttons of his shirt are undone. his pants are way too tight from the bulge straining behind them but the friction against your leg feels too good for him to undress. so you’re there, gripping his hips while he ruts against the plush of your thigh, him whimpering into the crook of your neck until he embarrassingly cums in his pants like the pathetic man he is :((

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SUB REIGEN NIPPLE-PLAY PLS

ꕤ warnings: gn!reader (nothing about the reader is mentioned except their actions towards Reigen), smut, established relationship, subby!Reigen, virgin!Reigen but no loss of virginity, handjob, nipple play, premature ejaculation, some overstim

ꕤ word count: 0.4k

. . . YES 😩😩😩 taking this opportunity to write loser (affectionate) virgin!Reigen bc i love him v much

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, MINORS DNI!

You’ve only been going at it for a few minutes but he was leaking all over your hand, whining from the stimulation. It was fun seeing what would make him shiver, taking your time toying with his body to see how he’d react. 

Reigen’s head falls back and his hips buck up. He lets out a shaky sigh, reaching out to grab your wrist in a poor attempt to stop you from squeezing his cock again. You giggle, lightly squeezing him anyway and dragging your fist up his length then down again.

“So sensitive,” you coo, leaning forward to lick a stripe up his neck.

He whimpers, needily grabbing at your hips which hover his thigh. Your lips stay locked on his throat, suckling a bruise into his skin while your palm drags up and down his shaft agonizingly. Reigen’s back arches, his face burning red with embarrassment from how easily he was crumbling beneath you. 

Your open-mouthed kisses trail across his skin, down his chest. Deviously you smirk up at him, unexpectedly letting your tongue swirl around his nipple. He gasps, unsuccessfully biting back a moan.

“Oh, you like that?” you ask rhetorically, pumping his cock a little faster and taking his nipple in your mouth again.

Reigen utters a “yes,” biting his lip afterwards. You hum, switching to his other stiff nub. You kitten-lick his nipple, steadily stroking his cock all the while. Poor Reigen struggles to sit still, his dick twitching and body writhing at the feeling of you pleasuring him.

Your free hand gropes his pec, fingers twisting his wet nipple. A sound he’s embarrassed to have made escapes him, his arm coming up to cover his eyes. 

Stopping briefly, you move to properly sit on his lap, wrapping both hands around his achy cock before leaning back in to lick on his nipples again. You continue your motions, softly moaning around his nipple as you jerk him off.

“Fuck- fuck-” he mewls, hips stuttering beneath you.

You smile against his skin, but are soon taken aback by him cumming in your hands. You lift your head with a chuckle, slowing your strokes but not stopping.

“Aw Reigen,” you tease, kissing him softly.

He whimpers, unable to say anything. Tears build in his eyes, both from the humiliation of finishing faster than he would’ve liked to, and from the additional stimulation your fists still provide. His cum lubes his length, making a much louder squelching sound now than before.

“Y-y/n,” he stutters, “Please.”

You’re unsure if he was begging you to keep going, or if he wanted you to stop, though you assume he wanted more with the way he let you continue.

“It felt good, didn’t it?” you whisper in his ear, “Do it again for me.”

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𝕋𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕦 𝕆𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕨𝕒 - 𝕋𝕠𝕪𝕤

Sub!Oikawa x Femdom!Reader

Content includes: male penetration, toys (dildo, cockring, vibrator) , degradation, brat taming

Set in the future, both Oikawa and reader are over 18

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LOOKISM

⋆ — rimming .ᐟ ﹙zack lee﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

anon:: yk what? zack lee is a good boy he deserves to get his ass ate

"wanna try something new?"

"yes, yes!"

zack choked on his cries, startled by your sudden entrance. your tongue pushes into his tight, fluttering hole. he yelps, eyes widening in shock, maybe even slight fear.

you were willing to go this far to please him?

his mouth falls agape at the strange feeling. it's wet and slimy, it feels really weird.

“th–that’s dirty!” he cries out, pushing your head out between his legs. he fails. you ignore his cries of ‘don’t! gross!’ and knead at his ass. you bring your hand back before smacking him, causing him to jump, quickly working your way inside of him.

zack covers his hot face. he whimpers into his palms, the sting felt so good. he didn't want to admit it.

he'd rather die than to admit it.

it felt really, really good.

he bites his bottom lip until he draws blood from it. zack pushes back on your tongue, moans muffled by his hands. his body jolts as you press down on his hips, stopping him from moving.

zack huffs and pants and still doesn't remove his hands. he merely squirms under your hold, crying.

he could hear his heart beating rapidly in his ears.

it feels too good...

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STAYING FOREVER ─ s. gojo

SUMMARY : five times satoru has said your name with different kinds of emotions, and one time he said your name softly.

CONTENT : fluff, friends to lovers, angst, smut, s2 spoilers, sub!satoru, dom!fem!reader, riding, praise, dacryphilia (lots of crying), handjob, two orgasms, creampie, small aftercare

W. COUNT : 8,0k

AUT. NOTE : this took a ridiculous amount of time, and i’m still not satisfied with it !! :(

you gulped at the “welcome to jujutsu high” sign standing tall at the entrance of the school you were transferred to just a few days ago. apparently, it was due to your ‘ability to see curses’—mind you, what the hell was a curse anyway?

sure, some strange creatures always kept peeking out from behind the buildings whenever you were on your way to school or back, but you always thought you were just a bit insane. or at least, that’s what your parents, who couldn’t see curses, always told you.

years of therapy that you didn’t even need were hopeless to shut down your worries, and you sometimes wonder if you were just as out of your mind as everybody, even your friends think.

“aliens? cut that crap out, [name]!” they would laugh at you.

the information you have spilled to your therapist somehow reached yaga, the principal of the school you were walking through at the very moment, who wasted no time to reach out to you, happy to explain every one of your questions.

well, he wasn’t exactly happy to realize yet another bright teenager like you will spend years of torture and the burden of being a sorcerer, building up friendships just to watch them drop dead one by one—only to end up like them.

he didn’t tell you that because he knew you were already aware of the amount of pain you would go through once you accepted your position as a student at jujutsu high.

but it was worth a try, right?

you were currently following the principal. he told you to just stay quiet and let him introduce you to your new classmates and future mission partners.

the door into the classroom was slammed open by yaga, and his cold and stoic face matched his deep voice that echoed through the room, “good morning─”

“good morning, sensei!” a white-haired male yells from his seat, his grin spreading from one ear to another. your jaw dropped when you took a good look at him.

he was drop-dead gorgeous.

the iconic glasses he always used to wear were abandoned on his desk to reveal his vibrant blue eyes that could kill by the way they lit up the whole room—which was lowkey a bit creepy. nevertheless, the shade of the blue was just so hypnotic that you couldn’t look away.

the boy’s six eyes immediately get triggered under your stare, and he wastes no time to let his dramatic side out.

“sensei—” the male begins, taking a big inhale, and your face already cringes when you realize his plan is nothing else but to yell at the top of his lungs, “she’s staring!”

the classroom falls dead silent, and you watch the other male with a bun slap the back of the white-haired’s head. the girl next to them sat unbothered, her lips pursing at the awkward silence.

“satoru . . .” yaga warns him, making the boy flinch and shrink back to his seat with a wobbly but embarrassed smile that shows how much he’s prepared for the whole hour of scolding from the principal later.

the older man sighs, “this is your new classmate, [name].”

you stand in front of the board in silence as yaga begins to explain some things that are not related to you—instead, you pay attention to the gazes of the trio you just learned to recognize as your classmates.

a brunette girl on your right, closest to the window. a guy with a bun who was sitting in the middle. and, of course, a white-haired guy closest to the door. maybe that is why your eyes landed on him the second you stepped in.

from what you could tell, the black-haired male held zero judgment towards you by the way he offered you a friendly smile that made his eyes curl into the shape of a crescent moon. he looked kind, and you smiled back.

the girl was questionable at first. she looked up and down at you, and for a second, you were afraid her face would do the twist of disgust, and she would roll her eyes as most of the girls in your school did—but she didn’t. instead, she offered you the same smile the boy on her right did.

the white-haired male—satoru, as yaga mentioned—was a bit different. his reaction was rather interesting. aside from yelling at the top of his lungs that you were staring at him, he did exactly what you expected from the girl on the left.

“[name]?” satoru huffs in annoyance. he stared at you with a pout, his face twisting. but it wasn’t a judgmental twist that would make you burst out in tears and run away from the room—even when you didn’t say a single word, and your voice was still unknown to him.

“i don’t like her,” satoru huffs proudly. the attention he was expecting was far away from reality than he would like to admit. angry look from yaga, an annoyed look from his two other classmates, and a sad look from you.

maybe this was a sign for him to never speak again.

“suguru,” satoru whispered harshly, nudging his elbow into the boy’s side, who was already sending him an ‘are you serious’ look, “back me up!”

suguru clicked his tongue, “raise your hand if you care.”

the silence that fell right after suguru’s words was so damn awkward that even you couldn’t help but feel bad for the amount of embarrassment satoru must have felt after not a single person in the room raised their hand. his head hung low in shame, the sound of his forehead slamming against the desk only making others roll their eyes.

“i apologize for satoru’s behavior, [name]. please, feel free to take a seat.” yaga says, but immediately finds the issue of why you never sat down—the only available spot was right next to satoru. yaga clears his throat.

“suguru? shoko? please,” the principal didn’t have to repeat himself twice for the two of them to nod and switch their seats so that you could be as far as possible from satoru and his bratty personality.

the rest of the class period was quiet, but you could feel satoru’s gaze on you almost every five minutes—just about every time yaga turned his back to all four of you to write something on the board. so as soon as the teacher lifted the piece of chalk to write something, satoru had his head snapped in your direction.

“ignore him,” shoko whispered since even though satoru wasn’t looking at her, his gaze was so easy to pick up that even yaga, who had turned around for a while, knew what was going on behind his back.

after what felt like forever, the class came to an end—that couldn’t be said the same for satoru’s non-stopping stare that went on and on for the past hour without breaking. but once you found the courage to make eye contact with him, he was a long time gone.

you sigh in defeat and wonder if maybe next time you will be able to talk to satoru normally without him him having the need of digging blades into you with his stare.

“hey,” shoko spoke, “can i get your number?”

the weekend followed. you questioned why you had to be transferred to the school on friday and why they just couldn’t let you stay home for the weekend and then show you the school—but who are you to wander into yaga’s office and complain.

when shoko texted you just some location of a random street without telling you any context or clues, anxiety began to rise within your body. funny how a simple “meet us there” was able to shake you up so much.

no, they won’t kidnap you and beat you until death just because satoru was too picky with his choices of making new friends—you had to insure yourself.

“hey, you came!” shoko cheers as soon as you come into her vision, and you tell yourself that it wasn’t so bad, you were just overthinking again. a special habit you had for the longest time, “i’m glad you did.”

suguru nods with that same kind smile and adds, “we were afraid you wouldn’t show up.”

you smiled at their words, genuinely grateful you won’t spend all your sorcerer years as a punching bag for some mean kids who were raised without any sort of manners.

there were two other people, both male. the blonde one introduced himself quietly but with a hint of respect while the brunette one just shook your hand, looking like he was about to burst from having too much energy.

“we’ll go check the movie seats. wait here, okay?” shoko waved, and you nodded, soon enough finding yourself a nice empty bench while the other four entered the movie theater.

the streets were quiet, and you had to admit that it was quite relaxing. not until you heard heavy footsteps and a very familiar voice rushing right in your direction. you cursed under your breath.

“nooo! they went inside already?!” satoru dramatically collapses right next to you, the plastic bag that he was holding landing right on top of your lap. fortunately, none of the things ended up broken.

after satoru was done with his fake sobbing and whining about how he “checked the time multiple times” and “how dare they go inside without him”, he took the bag from your lap to his to open it.

“i’m sorry. about uh,” satoru clears his throat, “yesterday.”

for a second, you froze. apology from satoru gojo himself? oh, you were so flattered you could yell it out from the rooftops. but truth be told, you weren’t affected by his yesterday act at all. maybe that has something to do with your “people’s people” personality.

“oh, no, no!” you wave it off. satoru hears your voice for the first time, and he’s shocked about how sweet and gentle it sounds, “it’s okay, really─”

“no, i’m serious,” satoru cuts you off before you have the chance to rant about how truly you didn’t care and that sometimes, first impressions just don’t go as many people would like them to be, and that’s okay.

“i brought you this as an apology. i hope you like sweets as much as i do!” the sorcerer shoots you the same grin he did yesterday when greeting yaga. “please accept it. it was the last piece.”

satoru hands you a plastic box of edamame and cream kikufuku—a small tag hung from the side of it, and the price that was supposed to be on it was harshly ripped apart so you were unable to tell how much he spent.

you hummed, “thank you, gojo—”

“satoru. please, call me satoru.”

“okay, satoru.” you smile, feeling happy with the whole situation. at first, he was an asshole who looked like he wanted to throw you out of the classroom just because you were breathing, and now, he spent god-knowing how much yen just to buy you an apology gift.

“hey, the movie is starting—oh, satoru!” suguru’s smile got wider at the sight of his best friend and you sitting next to each other, satoru’s favorite kikufuku flavor on your lap.

satoru, immediately after hearing suguru’s voice, grinned and jumped up from his seat. you came running right after them, tightly holding the sweet dessert the white-haired boy had bought you close to your chest as if it was the most precious and important thing in the whole world.

the movie was, in your opinion, boring. supposedly, it was a famous summer horror that your classmates, along with haibara and nanami, wanted to see for the longest time.

the plot wasn’t even that bad, and it had the potential to be interesting if it wasn’t for the poor choice of actors in the movie. the budget was low too, and it showed. so the only thing you really could do was stare at the poor attempts of what was supposed to be a jumpscare.

“oh, man . . .” satoru groaned from beside you and gave in to the impulse thought of spreading his long, aching limbs everywhere they could fit—because he was the strongest, who was gonna stop him when his spreading arms would block their vision of the threader screen?

“this movie is boring!” the sorcerer was now spread all over his seat, your seat, and also you. the boy takes good notice of how you didn’t even look at him when his legs landed right on your lap and how you continued to stare at the screen with a blank expression.

satoru decided to push his luck to spread out even more than he already was. but this time, his head took the place of his legs—right on your lap. finally, you did look down at the recognition of something shaped like a head, and you smiled when you saw the white-haired boy grin up and you.

what you didn’t expect was when satoru’s thumb rose to flick his own forehead multiple times, mentioning for you to kiss the spot he had touched just now. and you listened. bending down a bit, your hand removed all the bangs his hand wasn’t able to scoop, and your lips contacted the skin of his forehead.

“didn’t know you would fall so easily, [name]!” satoru says teasingly, followed by a genuine chuckle. his toothy grin shoved appearance again, and you bit down your lip so as not to burst out laughing and ruin the movie experience for the other people.

a quit flash of a camera, “cut it out, lovebirds,” shoko had to lean over to whisper from her seat so that the guy, who was already glaring at her for taking a picture in the threader, wouldn’t bash her out.

“get a room, you two!” suguru chuckled from the other side and watched both of your faces catch an adorable shade of pink that would be hard to get rid of once the same thing might happen later.

because satoru is definitely getting another kiss from you.

“ew! look how ugly that is!” riko squeaked out of disgust, pointing at a strange-looking creature that desperately tried to bury itself back in the sand before another wave of ocean water arrived and filled the hole again.

the worm-like creature kept digging even after many failed attempts to disappear from the hungry seagulls who kept circling above the four of you for the past half hour.

“ew!” your boyfriend yelled, voice high-pitched when he burst out laughing at the poor animal trying, but failing, to borrow itself away from the flying predators, “don’t worry, princess!” he jumps in from of you, “i will protect you from that gut-wrenching alien!”

“it’s a sea cucumber,” you deadpan, watching suguru and riko chuckle at satoru’s reaction—which was giving you a long face before letting his head fall in defeat, close to throwing a tantrum, “help it, satoru.”

“you’re no fun!” the boy huffs but listens to you anyway. his colossal hands dug deep into the sand, and once reaching a good size, satoru stared at you in silence.

“what?” you question.

“come put the thing into the hole.” satoru gulps, wondering if you’re playing about being clueless about what he wants you to do, or if you’re dead serious.

“why?” you question again.

“it was your idea!” satoru yells. his voice held nervousness and more cracks than the strongest would like to admit.

“don’t tell me you’re scared.” you tease, earning a chuckle from suguru who leaned over your ear to whisper, “oh, he definitely is.”

satoru gasped, “no way!”

“just admit it, i won’t laugh—” you get cut off, needing to bite your lip in order not to burst out laughing because the strongest is afraid of a little sea cucumber.

“you’re already laughing!” the white-haired boy protests, pointing at you with one of his long and slim fingers that he didn’t dare to wrap around the animal.

you roll your eyes at the sorcerer and decide to put the situation into your own hands. so easily, you pick up the marine creature and put it into the hole that your boyfriend has dug. he, immediately, throws the leftover sand back at the sea cucumber right before another wave could come.

“i don’t want to see that alien near me ever again!” satoru made a fake gagging noise, holding you by your shoulder so that you won’t have the audacity to run away and find yet another sea cucumber—and maybe even chase him with it.

the sun began to set soon enough. the seagulls were gone, no longer praying on the poor sea cucumber. riko was wet from being thrown into the ocean water by satoru, and you and suguru spent a lot of time building a perfect sand castle. in secret, suguru would peek around, making sure all four of you were safe, and nobody was here to take the star plasma vessel away.

“we should go back,” suguru suggested, dusting his hands to get rid of the leftover sand he used to build a sandcastle. you nod at his words, turning around to call out for the two other idiots who are still in the water, “satoru! riko!” you yell, catching both of their attention.

satoru stuck out his tongue at the young girl before using his long legs to reach out to you and pick you up without effort. “you look ridiculous!” you squeaked. the leftover sunscreen that didn’t sink into his skin was decorating his cheeks and nose, making him look paler than he already was.

“back we go!” satoru yells, rushing past his best friend to be the first one to reach the hotel—with you still in his arms, looking like a princess the way he was holding you.

by the time satoru sets you down, you’re already in your hotel room. exhausted, you collapse on the bed, “i’m going to take a shower,” you mumbled into the sheets before you picked yourself up and grabbed your towel.

“alright, princess!” satoru grins from behind you, sending you a small wave before you disappear into the bathroom of your hotel. the sorcerer could finally let his grin drop, the same exhausted collapse on the bed following his mind.

but he couldn’t. he had to stay up for the sake of riko. even if it meant another sleepless night would have to haunt the already tired sorcerer. he was the strongest, after all. one night without sleeping won’t kill him.

“satoru?” you call out, confused. the room was empty by the time you stepped out of the shower—no sight of your boyfriend. your footsteps were quiet as you moved down the hall, only to find satoru sitting in the lobby alone.

you kneel in front of him, “you should sleep.”

“can’t,” satoru hums, “too dangerous.”

you sigh at his words. the whole star plasma vessel thing was fucked up and already made your head ache. and the fact you had to watch your boyfriend’s eyebags grow by each day wasn’t helping.

“don’t worry about me, [name],” satoru assured you as if reading your mind, voice visibly tired as he spoke.

“i’ll still worry about you,” you begin, placing a soft peck on his lips, “but i’ll let it go. just . . . don’t exhaust yourself too much, okay?” you blink up at him, and for the last time this long night, he shot you his iconic toothy grin.

you waved at him, ready to turn around and leave—as you were grateful he was sacrificing his own sleep hours so that you could have yours. not until you heard his sweet voice.

“don’t forget to dream about me!”

the first thing in the morning was your boyfriend clinging to your arm, asking: “did you dream about me?” with a pout and puppy eyes that begged you to play along and say—

“yeah,” you ruffle his hair, “i did, ‘toru.”

satoru does a girlish gasp, covering his open mouth with both of his hands like a high-school girl—partly mocking sweet riko, who was eyeing him from the other side of the public plane.

your boyfriend stuck out his tongue, earning a smack from suguru, “cut it out, satoru.”

satoru’s reaction was a huff and dramatic snap of his head towards your direction. you, too busy looking out of the window, didn’t notice his glare. offended by your “not on purpose” ignorance, satoru let out an even louder, and more dramatic huff.

“do you need something, satoru?” you ask, finally tearing your eyes from the amazing view you got from up here.

“your attention?” satoru grins, and once hearing your heavy sigh, he knew he won. spreading himself all over the place, his head landed on your lap just like it did the first time in the threader. the memory almost brought tears—

“hey!” suguru yells, eye-widened, “get your feet off me!”

you lean forward to take a better look, almost bursting out laughing. in order for satoru to place his head on your lap and fit into his seat at the same time, his long legs spread all over his best friend’s lap. poor suguru, of course, didn’t appreciate that kind of behavior.

“deal with it,” satoru mouths, fixing his glasses by using his middle finger to push it further up his nose—flipping off his best friend in his favorite way. suguru stared back at him in disbelief, shaking his head with squinted eyes.

satoru didn’t take his legs off suguru for the rest of the flight, and the other male had to just suck it up and let you and your boyfriend have a romantic moment. but suguru would lie if he said he wasn’t irritated by satoru’s smug grin when you massaged his scalp.

the strongest didn’t have to watch his buddy’s angry stare ever since he drifted off, leaving satoru and you alone for a few hours.

“princess?” satoru spoke, and even when he likes to bother his best friend any chance he gets, his tone is quiet, not to disturb his sleep. you hum, and he continues, “i love you.”

your eyebrows furrowed, “i love you too . . . is everything okay?” you ask just in case, not expecting him to say something so casual with such a strange expression.

for a second, satoru freezes. your eyes were so soft while you waited patiently for his answer, not rushing him and expecting an answer right away just like everybody else in his life did. he was the strongest, right? what took him so long to answer such a simple question?

“everything’s fine,” satoru assured you, but you didn’t fail to notice the desperate squeeze he gave your hand. your hand sent a squeeze back, and the boy relaxed back into your lap, nodding, “promise.”

“take a nap, okay?” you suggest. the flight will last longer than all of you thought it did, and a little taste of sleep did sound nice—satoru thought it through and nodded.

satisfied by his choice of answer, you shifted yourself a bit lower to give the sorcerer more room to fully relax. he was grateful that you didn’t want him to wake up with an aching neck and burning spine.

and trust me, he did thank you by the time all of you woke up and stepped out of the plane. but now, as you walked up the many stairs of the jujutsu high, your legs ached for just a quick break.

“so─many─stairs!” you huff and take a step up with every pause, earning a shit-eating grin from your boyfriend who was able to walk up multiple stairs at once without even breaking a sweat.

“we’re almost inside the jujutsu high’s barrier,” suguru says out loud, and you wish you could just tell him that the fact he just mentioned didn’t help your aching legs or your tired brain that was overthinking all flight after satoru fell asleep.

speaking of satoru—he kept grinning all the way upstairs, never once leaving your side. as if he wanted to watch you suffer with each step.

“i could always carry you, you know?” satoru’s annoying grin got wider, if that’s even possible, as he was eager to watch your reaction. you, of course, turned him down.

the second you pass the last stair, you bend over to catch your hands on your knees. the way you gulped and gasped for air made suguru laugh as he praised everyone for making it to the top.

your eyes rolled back in “pleasure” when the jujutsu high barrier’s cold air made contact with your sweaty skin, and you sighed in relief. the only thing you needed right now was a cold shower.

the comforting feeling left as fast as it came when a warm liquid splashed your cheeks. horrified, your eyes shifted to your left to find the source—only the find your boyfriend with a sword pierced through his torso.

“satoru!” a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the whole jujutsu high campus called out his name, and suguru wasted no time to rush to you, who were already running to your boyfriend.

suguru’s curse was quick to send the attacker away, but when you reached out to help satoru, his palm stopped you right away. “i’m fine,” he smiled, acting like his uniform was not completely soaked in blood.

you were still in shock, unable to choke out anything “just ‘cause your boyfriend was fucking stabbed in front of you and his blood was on your face.” satoru felt bad for the scene he caused—even suguru and riko were worried.

“[name],” satoru said sternly, one hand cupping your cheek to fully ground you into listening to his words. which were, according to him, very important, “you and suguru, take riko and flee. i’ll finish him off.”

you wanted to slap satoru—scream and yell at him for how insane he must have to be to just tell you to leave him all by himself while you, suguru, and riko ran to safety. but then again, he was the strongest. who were you to argue with someone like him in a situation like this?

so you nodded, took riko by her arm, and together with the other sorcerer that was already waiting for your lead, you ran. there was only one thing you could do—believe in him.

“believe in the strongest,” you have told yourself, having enough faith in satoru to let him fight someone who was able to trick his infinity and land a perfect stab that made the time itself pause, letting everybody process that fact.

satoru would laugh, “a perfect stab? he wasn’t even able to hit my fetal organs!” you could already imagine the cocky grin he would shoot you just to make you feel less worried.

but now, the strongest has been announced dead.

the moment those words reached your brain, you were already thrown to the ground with a gun pointing at your motionless body. you could pick yourself up and continue the fight—but what was life without satoru, the only thing that made your life as a sorcerer not so miserable?

your face was still covered in satoru’s blood, which was now dried up. even while finding the motivation to raise your hand and clean your skin, the blood was simply too hard and stuck to your face.

your cheek lay against the cold concrete as you didn't have the energy to get up from the position the man had thrown you into. now, you were basically forced to watch suguru’s curses destroy the temple in the hope of killing whoever started this.

but is this what you really wanted? was this something that satoru would wish you to do? lay down and hear suguru’s screams whenever he got slashed across the chest, or even slammed into the hard walls of the buildings?

maybe you did consider yourself useless, but against the man who killed satoru gojo himself, everybody was—even suguru. but the difference is that he didn’t give up. hearing his best friend die stung, and so did the death of riko when he watched a bullet fly straight into her brain and watch her drop dead right in front of him. but suguru dusted himself off and kept fighting.

but by the time you somehow managed your shaky arms to support your weight to sit up, the man was gone—and so was riko’s body. you were useless to protect the girl and fight against the enemy.

the least you could do was limp all the way to suguru and help him reach shoko in time. you already lost one fucking important person in your life and you were sure as hell not gonna lose another one. so you ignored the burning feeling in your legs and dragged the male to shoko.

during suguru’s treatment, you stayed quiet. the cold wall that pressed against your back triggered every one of your nerves—if that was even possible, considering the fact that your whole body had been shut down the moment you received the news about satoru—but you were too weak to even pull away.

“[name],” yaga’s voice shook you out of your thoughts, disoriented eyes weakly lifting to meet his, “satoru’s alive.”

star religious group facilities—you never ran so fast in your life like you did right now. from one place to another, you cursed yourself for the members who have built some many of these places, as if one wasn’t enough.

“slow down!” suguru yelled. you didn’t listen, jumping off one of his curses to reach another building where you were supposed to meet satoru. so far, it was no good, and both of you were unable to spot the familiar white hair you grew to love.

the door was harshly torn open, and you were ready to let out a disappointing whine at the lack of people in the room. the thought was far from reality.

a bright room filled with hundreds of people, all dressed in white. the clapping sound of their palms directly hitting against each other made your ears ring. even suguru, who was peeking out from behind you, began to worry at your reaction.

the room went quiet when your eyes landed on the tall man walking right towards you. people didn’t stop clapping, and suguru’s mouth moved but no words came out.

there he was─the strongest, alive.

“you’re late, suguru, [name] . . .” satoru’s tone had caught you off guard. he sounded so emotionless, and his stare was blank, not a single ounce of his personality showing. the light in his eyes died too, making you choke up a sob you didn’t dare to release.

there was no need to cry. satoru was right in front of you, alive. his heart was beating, and every fetal wound he had back then was gone.

“should we kill these guys? the way i feel right now, i doubt i’d feel anything about it,” satoru asks. you froze, blinking.

the strongest was far away from being fine. later that day, all three of you returned home with a new kind of trauma that would haunt you for the rest of your life. but that was the life of a sorcerer. helping the weak and taking all the burden on yourself so that others don’t have to.

satoru was a bit shook up, only capable of creating a small form of sentences—a good start. but in the morning, he’ll be the same sunshine as he always is. that was all you could think about as you dragged your soap-covered hands up and down satoru’s back, watching all the blood fall by your feet and drench somewhere into the sewers.

shoko had already cleaned you up, but when satoru was already fast asleep in the comfort of his bed, you stayed up all night to dig your fingers into your skin in the hope of getting rid of the feeling of satoru’s blood on your face.

something like this will never happen again, you swear.

“great. now you need to add—” whatever came out of the woman’s mouth next was just blurred-out words—good for nothing sentences as you stared at the burnt pancakes with horror in your eyes.

months passed since the star plasma vessel accident, and you have grown more comfortable. satoru has been doing better too, not affected by the past events anymore.

now, you stood in the middle of the jujutsu high dorm’s kitchen. the food you have been currently working on has been burned into near ashes, making you question your cooking skills.

soon enough, you grew tired of the smell and decided to clean up so the other students wouldn’t have to work in a mess you created by your poor attempt at the evening snack.

you left the window open just in case your nose got too used to the smell, and the others would have different experiences with the terrible smell—avoiding scolding from yaga, who would never allow you to cook again. even if it meant for you to starve.

but when you returned to your dorm room, your moment of peace and quiet didn’t last as long as you wanted it to be. a small and almost shy knock came from the direction of the wooden door. too curious to ignore the person and throw yourself on the soft cushions of your bed, you rushed to answer whoever was waiting outside.

you were shocked to make eye contact with satoru, whose teary eyes and irregular breathing hinted to you he was on the verge of a panic attack—your thoughts were confirmed when a heart-breaking sob left escaped his mouth.

“h-he left . . .” satoru whispered, lips trembling. before you were given the chance to ask something, you watched him gasp for air with a pained expression, “he fucking left me!”

you stood frozen—who left? you don’t recall any news from yaga that was more recent than a few weeks ago. through the months of being a sorcerer, you never experienced the loss of someone who would decide to leave the school.

perhaps you misunderstood, and satoru was hinting at some random friend of his that he had never mentioned before. maybe they passed away, leaving your boyfriend shaking and in tears as he knocked on your door. but even then, whose absence could affect him this much?

“suguru!” satoru sobs as if he had taken your confused face as a hint for him to explain. unfortunately, his brain was mush at the moment, and the only thing he wanted to think about was getting rid of all the sadness—with your help.

“suguru? what do you—satoru, don’t . . .” you slurred out when you felt his hand weakly tug at your pants, and you immediately knew what his intentions were. you couldn’t allow him to trust you with removing his sadness, not when it involved a still unknown situation with suguru.

“p-please! please, please, please!” satoru sobs, even louder than his first try was. obviously, he wanted you to pity him and give in to drown him in the pleasure he needed so badly.

you shook your head, sternly stating: “satoru, no.” but his loud cries never died down—in fact, they only increased at your rejection. he just wanted for you to let him escape reality, so why did you keep saying no?

satoru fully broke down, hugging your waist from his kneeling position as if his life depended on it. “n-need you, please. just this once . . .” the puppy eyes he had given you was something he used only to really convince you to do something. but even then, he never used it in a serious situation like this.

“not right now, satoru,” you slowly lift him up, forcing small steps out of him before he collapses on your bed, “you’re in pain right now, you don’t realize what you’re saying. by the time you sober up, you’ll regret what you’ve asked for . . .”

the strongest shook his head and kept clinging to you like a baby koala, too afraid to face the reality of the world. what you were saying was true, and satoru’s actions weren’t as healthy as they sounded—but why did it hurt this much?

“b-but—” satoru gasps at the lack of oxygen in his lungs when he tries to confront you about whatever is happening right now but fails to do so, sobbing with frustration, “just this once . . . all i’m asking for—please!”

you weren’t sure for how long you could keep up with your rejecting act—you wanted to take away all of his problems and satisfy all his fantasies that currently fogged up his mind, so when he blinked up to you with those pretty long white lashes, you gave in with a sigh. “just this once, ‘toru.”

you gently laid him down, using pillows and blankets to make a spot comfortable enough to let him fully sink into the moment. satoru, carefully picking, chose a safeword in case the moment wasn’t as dreamy as he expected it to be.

everything was fine. satoru gave you his consent multiple times to the point he thought you were planning to edge him the whole night—tears appeared in his eyes again.

the first kiss of the night was gentle, mostly just helping to distract satoru when your hand traveled all the way down in order to wrap around his graciously pretty cock. you coo at his whimpers, “i know, i know.”

satoru moaned the second you gave him a few testing pumps, looking out for any sight of discomfort or pain.

“more,” the white-haired boy whispers when he decides the stimulation of a few “testing” pumps isn’t enough, and he wants the full experience that you were willing to give him. so carefully, your wrist moved faster.

everything was spinning. getting so much movement on his poor virgin cock from something else that wasn’t his own hand when he jerked off was a different feeling—a new kind of feeling that satoru began to like more and more.

when you increased the speed to keep the pleasure going, your thumb accidentally brushed over his tip. you mentally slapped yourself, noting to be careful next time. but satoru didn’t seem to mind. not when his back arched off the bed with a loud mewl escaping his lips.

“oh, you liked that?” you cooed at him and repeated the same process of rolling your finger over his tip. satoru’s reaction was the same, just slightly more intense with the way his cock shamelessly released an impressive amount of pre-cum.

satoru kept liking all the interactions you had with his cock so far, so the level of enjoyment didn’t decrease once your hand moved faster with the help of the sparse liquid.

the rest of his shaft became wet and slippery, basically letting you just guide your fingers to the tip before letting them fall down to the base. somehow, the movements seemed to trigger something inside the sorcerer when a fucked-out giggle left his throat.

“s-so good—it’s so good!” satoru hiccups between his words, mainly babbling to himself. and truth be told, he didn’t really care if you thought his behavior was weird. fortunately for him, you weren’t one to judge, not in a moment like this, and you kept going.

your hand shifted in different ways, looking out for places that were more sensitive than others in a way satoru could not describe. the male took an immense liking to the area near his tip, or even the tip itself—you noted and kept stimulating the same spot that made his eyes roll.

“c-close!” satoru’s tone was almost shy as he spoke. the familiar burning feeling inside his stomach rose at a rapid speed. he began to squirm underneath you of the sudden pleasure that harshly flexed his tummy, “g-gonna cum!”

“mhm,” you were quick to coo at him with small kisses all over his face. but your innocent touches failed to distract satoru’s attention from your brutal strokes of his cock that were successful to send him over the edge.

“c-cumming!” satoru’s voice was high-pitched before his orgasm washed over his body for the first time of the night. when his release landed all over his tummy, you hummed a praising sound that left the sorcerer trembling. but it was not enough. satoru wanted more.

you checked up on him, making sure he was alright after such an intense orgasm that looked almost painful in a way you couldn’t describe. oh, if only you knew how much pleasure he was in—you would have kept going without a question or pause.

“are you okay, sweet boy?” your gentle voice made satoru feel like he was floating somewhere in heaven. somewhere far away from all the pain and the burden of the world he had to carry as the strongest. especially after failing to protect so many people in his life.

satoru choked on his own sob, and his face was quick to twist from extraordinary pain at the memory from earlier. you still didn’t know what was happening because if you did, suguru would have ended up with a few broken bones for hurting his best friend in such a cruel way.

but you didn’t know, not yet. so you held satoru close to your chest in an attempt to soothe his cries. you’ve already told yourself the session was over when the male shook in your arms from the mix of his orgasm and whatever happened between his and suguru.

but to your surprise, satoru didn’t take this as the night. no, he craved—“o-one more . . . please!” he whimpered against your chest with teary eyes tightly shut. he didn’t want you to see him like this. not when he was so vulnerable.

something about the way satoru kept clinging to you as if you were to disappear made your eyes soften. the sorcerer was so close to escaping the misery that you couldn’t just decline now. with a sigh, you nodded.

satoru expected another handjob—that’s why he kept his eyes shut and let you shift positions so that you could get the work done easier. but when he felt something warm lowering itself on his cock, he gasped.

“shhh,” you whisper, cradling his head back to the original position on your chest before satoru can do it himself. if he knew that knocking at your door with tears in his eyes would lead to you riding him, he would have much sooner.

the moment you were adjusted to his size, your hips began to rock themselves against his. you moved slowly, carefully dragging whimper after whimper from the boy underneath you, who was currently staring at you with blown-out eyes.

you were a goddess to satoru—you had to be. the way you gently caressed his hair, the way you prepped small kisses on his face, the way you moved slowly so that satoru could preserve every roll of your hips.

right now, he wasn’t the “god” who shifted the balance of the world due to his birth. in this situation, you were.

satoru broke down crying, but what he admired the most about you was that you didn’t stop. long ago, he told you to keep going, that he’s okay because he wants this. and you listened to him, not daring to pause your movements.

the boy whispered something, but it was faint. you weren’t able to pick up a single word he tried to say, feeling bad for not being able to respond to him—solid proof that you’re listening. but satoru was too deep into this, and thanks to his constant babbling, you were able to hear his thoughts.

“d-don’t leave . . .” satoru whispered, a bit louder than last time. it was still uncharacteristically quiet for somebody like him, but you were lucky for this position to give you better access in order to hear him.

satoru sobbed this time, fingers digging into every inch of your skin that he could reach. at this point, he was basically dragging you down with him, and you weren’t even allowed to rise yourself anymore to properly ride him.

the strongest, for the first time in his life, was terrified. he was too shaken from the events earlier, and the thought of you following the same path as suguru made him shake in terror. he couldn’t let you leave, not now.

“p-please don’t leave!” satoru wailed, “n-not you! anyone but you! i-i can’t—” his sobs continued on, and on for quite a while, and your hands ended up cupping his tear-stained red cheeks.

“i’m not leaving. you know i won’t . . .” you whisper. one of satoru’s hands flew to yours, weakly interlocking his pinky with yours.

satoru sniffed, “promise?” he could only choke out much, his throat raw from the previous breakdown—not like he cared either way, he was just too tired to try to get his voice to work normally. you nodded, “promise.”

that’s all it took to make satoru’s grip on your skin loose. he no longer held onto your shoulder with a death grip like you were to get up and leave, no. he allowed you to move after you made your promise of not leaving him.

satoru had to choke up another sob when your hand moved to catch his, bringing it up to your lips. you took your time with the kisses, making sure to leave no place untouched.

his knuckles were white from the grip he had on the sheets, or maybe even your skin earlier. you weren’t sure which one was it, since both of them were pretty brutal and made the skin over his bones look paler than usual.

when your lips moved to his palm, you noticed a fresh open cut. the wound held a shape of thin lines that looked almost way too familiar with his fingernails. you took a mental note to ask about it later—once he’s mentally ready.

you placed the last kiss on the nail on his middle finger that held an unhealthy color due to being squeezed for too long. whatever happened with him and suguru, if satoru thought about using that technique, it must have been serious.

satoru was too deep in his thoughts by the time your hips started to move again. the feeling of your slow movements made his eyes roll back to the back of his skull. he thought you being rough with him would be the best option for his brain to shut down—but once tasting the gentleness from your slow pace, satoru chose a winner.

“you’re doing so good, pretty boy. keep breathing through your nose,” you praise him, knowing it will catch his full attention before taking the opportunity to remind him to breathe properly, not wanting his sobbing mess to catch another near panic attack.

satoru blinks up at you through those long, white eyelashes that are soaked and stuck together with his tears. his blue eyes look majestic—they always do, but now, they are just so pretty and glossy from the salty liquid on his waterline.

every time your hips rose before slamming down, the tears threatened to escape. whatever it was rolling down his red cheeks or falling on his thighs, satoru struggled to keep them stay in place.

“i-i tried to stop him—” you carefully listened to his words as he did his best to speak through his heavy breathing of his incoming orgasm, “i really did! b-but he—oh god!” his words were cut where you sped up the pace.

“you did well,” you whisper, being gentle as ever when placing a soft kiss near his ear. “i don’t really know what happened between the two of you,” you admit, ignoring satoru’s high-pitched noises as he began to claw at your skin when his tummy begins to flex again.

“but i know you did a fucking good job,” you finish, and he does too. satoru screams into your shoulder that had been marked with his well-kept nails, sobbing along his release. you kept stroking his hair, feeling his cum fill you up.

the milky ring appears soon enough, and your hips finally come to a stop. satoru didn’t complain this time, letting you coo at him and whisper sweet nothing’s into his ear. telling him what a “good boy” he was, and how he “took it so well”

he didn’t feel so miserable now. the memory of suguru’s back turned to him as he walked out of his life will never leave his mind. it will never not haunt him everywhere he goes—the burning feeling inside his chest will forever stay.

but somehow, he couldn’t think about it when your gentle touches were pulling him to cloud nine. the way your hand caressed his thighs while the other one dragged the wet towel to clean up the mess you two made while his head was gently placed upon your pillow gave him butterflies.

the lipgloss he always wore was dried out now, making the skin feel weird and wobbly. but satoru found the strength to tear his lips apart and say what he wanted you to know.

“[name] . . .” satoru whispered softly, “thank you.”

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DAY 5: HEAT IT UP! | TEMPERATURE PLAY

gojo loves being a brat and by the amount of times he has been one, he's gotten use to your punishments. so you decided to try something new on him.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ gojo satoru x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, temperature play, ice play, edging, brat taming, punishment, crying, bondage, mommy kink, blindfolding

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.2k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

You always knew your boyfriend was just so pretty. With his breathtaking blue eyes that you love to see tears fall from, to his luscious hair that you love to pull on, it's common knowledge that he's attractive.

But at this current moment, you like to think that he looks even more pretty: wrists tied to the headboard, a blindfold covering his eyes, head tilted back to reveal his neck, and legs spread to expose his hard dick.

You grin at his figure and coo at him. "I've barely touched you yet and yet you're shaking, baby." Sitting in between his legs, you let your hands roam up and down his legs, earning a shiver from the man.

You see his adam's apple bob and your hands pause on his thighs, mere inches away from his hardened dick. You're teasing him, he knows it.

Though you know that it's not enough to break his bratty demeanor yet.

Gojo grins at you. "What? You think im shaking cause of just this?" His tone is laced with cockiness to rile you up. "What are you going to do next, spank me mommy?"

A sly smile makes its way onto your face. "That sounds enticing but not today. Though I would shut my mouth if i were you, gojo." Before he could retort back, your hand ghosts over one of his nipples, immediately feeling it get stiff. Your action has him biting his lips to keep his noises in and you quickly put the nipple in your mouth, your tongue swirling around it before biting it. Gojo has always been a sucker for when you touch his sensitive nipples and you know it's a quick way to break his bratty demeanor.

Though you have another way to do so as your other hand reaches to grab a ice cube that you've placed in a bowl on the nearby nightstand.

"ah! s-shit is that are you can do?"

You chuckle. "Of course not, gojo." You immediately put the ice cube on his other nipple and oh do you love the reaction it emits from him. As the coldness touches his sensitive nipples, you watch his mouth open into a 'o' and his breath quicken. A drawn out whimper leaves him and his back arches, almost as if he wants the ice cube to press against his body even more.

"o-oh god!"

The contrasts of your warm mouth and the coldness of the ice has his head spinning. While the blindfold on him prevents him from already seeing anything, it heightens his other senses, making him extremely sensitive to your touch. Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to try something new?

The ice cube circles around the nipple as his other gets bitten, sucked, and licked. Little 'ah!'s and gasps leave him and when the ice cube begins to trail down his chest and melt, he sucks in his breath.

You finally pull back from his chest and lean in to whisper in his ear as the ice continues to move downwards to his stomach and finally his inner thigh where you hear him let out a whine.

"Where do you want the ice, gojo? Tell me." Ragged breaths escape from him. Your tone is innocent but he knows you're far from it. He knows that you know where he wants it but you want him say it himself. You want him to beg for it.

"mommy please!" You tsk, shaking your head.

"darling," you coo, "you know what i want to hear, dont you?" Gojo nods.

"put... put the ice on my dick? please?" You chuckle.

Without warning you put the ice cube directly on his tip and watch as it melts, the cold water dripping down to his base. He begins thrashing in your hold and throws his head back, curse words flooding out his mouth.

"fuck!"

You glance at his face and widen your eyes when you see his blindfold begin to darken and sniffles fill the room. But realization dawns on you. He's crying.

"are you really crying, gojo? just from some ice on your dick?" Gojo pouts at where he heard your voice from. "s-shut up! 'm not..."

You drag the ice down his dick and watch as it melts and mixes with his pre cum. "mhm, right." You feel him try to subtly grind against the ice.

Gojo's breath quickens at the unusual sensation but as it continues, the feeling quickly becomes addicting. It's not long till the ice melts all the way and he's begging for more.

You can only chuckle at his eagerness. "This is supposed to be a punishment, gojo. And yet you're enjoying it." Gojo shakes his head as if his thighs aren't shaking, dick isn't leaking pre cum, and moans haven't been leaving his mouth.

"Don't lie. You really are such a whore, aren't you?"

Gojo swallows but still shakes his head, making you let out a disappointing sigh. "Still acting like a brat?" You take another ice cube from the bowl and drag the cube from the bottom of his dick to the top, making Gojo let out a girlish squeal.

A hand on his thigh keeps him from trying to close his legs and the rope tying his hands to the headboard keep him from touching you. Though of course he could escape if he wanted to but his head is too mushy right now to even remember just how strong he is.

His loud noises are music to your ears. And you have a idea to have more leave his mouth.

You lean down and drag your tongue drags along the length of his dick, tasting the bitterness of his pre-cum and the coldness of the ice. The feeling of your warm tongue and the cold ice hits him like a train.

Gojo's reaction is immediate. His back arches as his a loud moan rips from his throat and you're surprised when cum shoots from his dick to make a mess on his chest. You immediately pull back a little with widened eyes as Gojo's chest rises up and down. Did Gojo just cum from just that?

After calming down from his orgasm, Gojo realizes how quiet you are and lets out a whimper. "I-I didn't mean to cum, I swear!" You see the blindfold covering his eyes start to damp again.

A cold feeling on your fingers makes you realize that you still have ice in your hand. You quickly see that some of Gojo's cum made it on the ice and with a small grin on your face, you lean towards him.

"It's okay, baby. Can you open wide for me?" He quickly does what you say and opens his mouth, tongue sticking out in anticipation of what you're gonna do. When you place the soiled ice cube on his tongue, his mouth immediately envelops it and he moans when he tastes himself on it.

However when your hand suddenly wraps around his dick, Gojo gasps in surprise and whines when he feels you start to play with it, his dick immediately hardening again.

"Did you forget that you're being punished, Gojo?" You tsk at him. "Don't think we're over yet." And Gojo whimpers at that.

note : this was kinda rushed, i just wanted to finish this as quick as possible since it's super late </3

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DAY SIX. BURNING TIES

ft. simon “ghost” riley — call of duty

you and your partner ghost have to train on how to get out of hostage situations. luckily for you, you’re good at tying knots.

ruling. suggestive — mature content

content warnings. sadist! reader, masochist! ghost, bondage, temperature/wax play, nothing actually inherently sexual ?? besides vocabulary and the fact ghost has his cock out

an. this is short and bad bcs tbh i didn’t wanna write this one and idk how to write ghost. enjoy

simon groaned as you held the lit candle over his exposed skin. grunting against the restraints you had so effortlessly used to tie him flush against the metal pole that rendered him near motionless.

you were supposed to be training for a hostage situation— said that tying him up was supposed to help.

and now, he was staring at his flush cock being illuminated by the light of a long, flickering candle. where the hell did you even get one of those?

but he didn’t dare question it. not when his eyes were watching as the wax slowly began to melt down and—

“fuck!” simon thrashed against the ties with a loud groan as the drop of wax fell right onto his lower abdomen. he gulped, panting as he tried to find his way out of the rope restraints.

“hurry up,” you prompted. “if you’re this slow in a real situation, by now you’d might as well be dead.”

he hissed. “can’t help it, it’s— shit!” simon was promptly cut off as another drop of wax hit his skin, just at the base of his cock. “fuck, that hurts!”

you laughed as he jolted from another fresh splat of wax hit his skin. “this hurts? wow, i’d expected a lot more from you.” you chuckled, and ghost grunted in response.

the ropes slowly began to loosen around his wrists. good, he was close to freeing himself somehow. simon couldn’t take any more of this— never had this been a way he’d trained to handle a hostage situation.

a large glob of fresh wax dripped down from the burning candle right down onto the base of his cock and right then and there he could have screamed. when you proposed the idea of using wax to better the training, never did he imagine it would hurt so bad.

it was borderline cruel the way you laughed as he struggled. the way you just sat and watched him nearly cry at every drop of wax that hit his skin.

simon was just about to free himself from the restraints holding his arms down when a drop of wax hit his tip and he moaned.

not out of pain. this was a pleasurable moan. not like before, when every noise was a grunt or groan of pain. this was a rough, strained, unmistakable noise of pleasure.

your eyebrows raised and simon froze, no longer struggling to move. “what was that?”

“nothin’.” he dismissed, continuing to writhe against the ropes. but you bent down and held the candle just above his twitching cock— reddening tip flushing from the heat beating down from the candle onto his skin.

“that was not nothing.” you insisted. “did that feel good, simon?”

you tipped the candle as another fresh drip of wax dribbled from the tip of the candle and simon visibly began to panic. it clung to the rim, threatening to fall, and when it did, fresh onto his shaft, he jolted and moaned again.

you couldn’t stifle your laughter. not when you watched his hips buck up, thick cock nearly tearing through the flame and burning himself. it would have if you hadn’t pulled it back.

“oh my god.” you snickered. he panted, still focused on trying to escape the confinements of the rope.

“this ain’t funny, y/n.” simon grumbled, but was promptly cut off by another droplet of wax onto his balls and he choked. “ah. hey, fuck.” his expressions and reactions were just too good to stop short.

good thing you brought a few more candles.

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MK1 Characters Headcanon: What Are Their Kinks (Submissive Characters)

Characters: Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile, Baraka, Shang Tsung, Rain

Warnings: Dom!GN!Reader, Sub!Characters, Mentions Of Multiple Kinks, Smut, 18+

Masterlist

Requests Are Open

I had to do this for all of us Doms out there. Some of these are spicier than others.

Hair Pulling/Objectification

Liu Kang likes to be reduced to nothing more than a toy for you to use as you see fit. He lives to serve you and wants you to use his body in any way that brings you pleasure. In his mind, that is his only purpose.

Tell him to lie still as you ride his abs or hump into his thigh completely ignoring his aching dick. He releases a moan as you play with his nipples, shocks of pleasure going straight to his dick with each tug and twist.

Pull his hair and his eyes roll back in pleasure, begging you to let him cum. Tighten your grip as you remind him that he is just a toy to be used for your amusement and pleasure and that if and when he cums, it will be after you have had your fill of playing with him.

Spanking/Cock Ring

Raiden craves giving you control over his orgasm. He loves the feeling of the cock ring you placed on him being nice and snug around his dick, a constant reminder that he can’t cum unless you let him. He will do anything to earn it.

Raiden usually follows the rules. It’s only when he gets the need to be thrown over your lap and spanked that he acts out. You don’t let him down during these times, giving him exactly what he wants. He smiles as he feels the first strike of your palm make contact with his plump cheeks.

Make him count the spanks out loud with the threat of starting over if he messes up. Of course, he’ll mess up on purpose just to prolong the “punishment”. By the end, he is a moaning mess as he humps your thighs asking if he can cum. You grant him permission while you remove the cock ring and give him one final blow. He’s cumming on a shout, making a mess between your thighs.

Rimming/Anal

Kung Lao is never more turned on than he is when you have your tongue swiping against his rim. It’s so intimate and he feels so connected to you when you are pleasuring him this way. Your mouth feels heavenly as you kiss and lick at his entrance.

Kung Lao lets out a whiny moan as you pour lube directly onto his hole. His breath catches as you circle him with your finger before applying pressure and it slips in with ease. Drive him crazy by slowly working him open until he is begging you to pound him into the mattress.

Spear him on your dick (real or strap) and go to town. He likes it hard and fast. Kung Lao will wrap his legs around your hips to pull you in deeper. Angle up and hit his prostate again and again and he’s almost crying, begging you to let him cum.

Praise/Oral (Giving)

Johnny Cage lives off of your praise. There is nothing that drives him more than you telling him how good he is being or how well he is doing. He constantly wants to prove to you that he is the best partner and deserving of your love.

One of the ways he does this is by giving you the best head of your life. Johnny would stay in between your legs forever if you only asked him to. There is no part of you that he doesn’t want in his mouth, front or back it doesn’t matter.

Using his mouth to draw moan after moan from you is the best kind of praise. He loves knowing that he is bringing you this much pleasure. Johnny would prefer if you sat on his face (once again, whether he is eating front or back he wants it all). He wants to be smothered by you as you use him to get off.

Shibari/Temperature Play

Kenshi Takahashi is a rope bunny through and through. He loves to be tied up in intricate designs. He finds the feeling of the rope rubbing against his skin and holding him in whatever position you desire comforting.

While he is tied up, run ice cubes over his skin and watch as he shivers both from the cold and the pleasure. Light a candle and drip hot wax over his abs and thighs. Decorate him any way you want, he is your canvas.

Have two mugs, one filled with cold water and the other with warm water. Take a big drag from one and hold the water in your mouth as you perform oral on him. Switch between warm and cold and he will be cumming in no time from the swiftly changing temperatures engulfing his dick.

Edging/Exhibitionism

Kitana loves the thrill of almost being caught. You and her will fool around in dark hallways of the palace, against a tree in the garden, anywhere that someone could possibly pass by and see if they looked hard enough.

Sit next to her at dinner and slip your hand into her panties. Circle her clit as you watch her try to keep up the conversation with the guests without faltering. Bring her close to the edge time and time again until she is sitting in a pool of her own excitement.

Lean over and whisper into her ear that she can cum only if she does it while keeping eye contact with one of the guests. Watch as she looks at Johnny and he stares back with a look of confusion. His eyes go back and forth between you two and then he smirks with realization. His knowing smirk pushes Kitana over the edge and she cums, drenching your hand.

Bondage/Toys

Mileena loves it when you tie her up, rendering her completely at your mercy. Tease her by rubbing your hands all over her body, but never the area she wants you most. Switch between a feather and a pastry wheel to lightly run over her skin increasing her sensitivity.

Mileena loves it when you use toys on her while she is tied up. Put nipple clamps on her and tug on them. Stuff a vibrator into her snuggly against her G-spot and have fun playing with the intensity. Turn it all the way up and she is pulling against the rope as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Go back to the lowest setting and work her up slowly, spending a least five minutes on each level. She will be a whimpering mess, telling you that she has been a good girl and deserves to cum. She’s right, turn it on high and grant her wish.

Oral (Receiving)/Overstimulation

Tanya loves it when you go down on her. She feels as though it's the greatest sign of trust and vulnerability to present her body for you to ravage. Laying there as you take what you want and leave her breathless.

The feeling of your tongue circling her clit and then flattening as you rub it up and down relentlessly has her back bowing and toes curling. She cries out as you add three fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out at a fast pace. She’s cumming before she knows it, head thrown back and mouth open on a silent scream.

She actually screams when you continue your ministrations, body shaking in overstimulation. She loves nothing more than you gripping her hips and forcing her to stay still. She can do nothing but lie there and take it with no way of escape.

Forced Submission/Degradation

Bi-Han desires to be broken and put into his place. As Grandmaster, he is used to people following his every command and giving him the utmost respect. He wants to submit to you but feels like his submission is something you have to earn.

He loves it when his partner overpowers him, but trust that he won’t go down without a fight. He truly is the brat of all brats. Tie him up and tease him for over an hour and he’ll be putty in your hands willing to do anything in order for you to let him cum.

Ask him what the Lin Kuei would think of him if they saw their leader begging to cum like the pathetic whore he is and watch as his dick twitches and leaks pre cum. Make him wait to cum until he has proved himself useful by pleasuring you. He would do anything you tell him to as long as he gets his reward at the end of it.

Choking/Masochism

Kuai Liang goes weak in the knees when you are rough with him. Push him against the wall, shove him to his knees, slap him. He welcomes it all. It only makes his dick throb and leak pre cum into his pants. He wants you to do him and do him hard.

Wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze and he’s almost cumming on the spot. His eyes roll back in pleasure as he struggles to get air into his lungs. Pinch and twist his nipples and his back is arching as he moans loudly. There is nothing better to him than the mix of pain and pleasure.

He loves it when you roughly jerk him off, not bothering to use any lube. It’s okay because he will be dripping pre cum soon enough. Squeeze his balls tightly in your fist. Suck him into your mouth without mercy. Be careful if you decide to use your teeth, he’ll cum without warning down your throat.

Thigh Riding/Dry Humping

Tomas adores when you let him sit in your lap, fully clothed, and grind into your thigh. There is just something about the way it makes him feel like a needy little boy who can’t be bothered to get undressed, to properly use his dick that he just can’t get enough of.

He lets out a needy groan as you stare at him with nothing but love, as you run your hands up and down his sides. The feeling of his dick rubbing against the fabric of his pants has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Grip his hips and force him to go faster and rub harder against your thigh and his moans won’t stop. He won’t stop telling you how good you make him feel and how lucky he is to be able to ride your thigh like this. Ask him if he is going to make a mess for you in his pants and all he can do is bite his lip and nod as he cums over your thigh.

Somnophilia/Edging

Syzoth loves letting his partner have access to him at any time of the day. That is why he is perfectly fine if you slip into bed and play with him while he is peacefully sleeping. Nothing brings him more joy than to be useful to his partner whenever they are in the mood.

He moans as he wakes up with his dick in your mouth, sucking him down skillfully. He is already close to an orgasm from all the stimulation you gave him while he was asleep. But of course, you don’t want things to end so soon, so you pull back.

Syzoth falls more in love with you as you tease him, bringing him to the edge and back down, again and again. He smiles to himself as you ignore his begging to let him cum, he doesn’t want you to. Not until he is a drooling mess.

Overstimulation/Cum Play

Baraka isn’t satisfied unless you’ve forced at least five orgasms out of him. Lying there, covered in a layer of sweat as you tug on his overused cock makes him happier as can be. His back arches as another orgasm hits him, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He begs you not to stop even now. He pleads with you to give him another. Who are you to deny him when he begs so prettily? He growls at the sting of pins and needles in his dick as you continue pumping him, twisting your fist around his tip on every upstroke.

Run your hand over his abs and collect the cum pulling there. Let him swirl his tongue around your fingers, cleaning them from every last drop. Baraka can’t stop his body from twitching as you make this orgasm count by speeding up your strokes to an almost inhuman level. He howls, back bending almost painfully as cum shoots out of his now numb cock. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dumbification/Humiliation

Shang Tsung loves to be broken down into nothing but a dumb, stuttering mess who can only focus on one thing, cumming. He doesn’t want to think about how to gain power or raise his position in the world, no. All he wants to think about is the pleasure you bring him.

Call him a dumb slut as you force him to reach his climax by humping against your leg like a dog. He watches as you stand over him, staring down at him with your arms crossed over your chest. He clutches onto your thigh as he grinds his dick onto your shoe.

He only goes faster, moaning as you call him a pathetic whore, no worst than a dog in heat for getting off to humping your leg. He loves it even more when you make him repeat it, humiliating himself. Spit on his face and he’s cumming harder than he ever has.

Omorashi/Watersports (I know, fight me)

Zeffeero loves the feeling of being driven to the point of desperation. There is nowhere he would rather be than sitting between your legs being encouraged by you to drink yet another glass of water while you massage his lower belly, telling him how good he is for holding on this long.

The beautiful sounds he makes as his stomach starts to cramp, begging him to release the contents of his bladder. But he won’t, not until you tell him to. He feels light-headed as he rests against your front, one of your hands rubbing his stomach,  pressing into his bladder and the other shoved down his pants stroking his throbbing dick. His whimpers of, “Please,” become louder as each pass of your hand brings him closer to his climax. You finally, finally tell him to let go and all he can do is moan as his pants are drenched in a combination of his urine and cum. Let him lick your fingers clean, he’s earned it.

[psycandy]

SECRET LOVE SPOT , where you mark them. ( 17﹢) + feat : sub-zero, smoke + johnny cage.

cw mentions of blood. biting. some angst.

bruises were a rarity for bi-han. his battles were fought effortlessly, driven by his icy rage and agile instincts. no common man has ever been able to brag about the tiny scratch imposed on the grandmaster’s body, or even boast about the brush of their bleeding knuckles passing by his scowl before they hit the ground. although with you, it’s a different story. your mouth was a weapon, a brush filled with the most colorful hues. you expel colors of cherry red, blush pink — the occasional deep purple — all over his milky skin. his neck and collarbones was your absolute favorite. the risk of him getting caught were palpable, one mindless adjustment to his collar would show a watercolor painting. bi-han, sadly, is too careful to let that happen. he’s composed with his movements, alert of where his hands should be, and the dead look in his eye draws curious eyes away from him. it’s a game he’ll gladly partake, knowing he’ll always win and have the reward of having your soft mouth prettily biting and suckling over the junction of his neck to his sharp collarbones. the outline of your mouth and the indents of your teeth were engraved into his mind, they teasingly ghost over the veins of his neck and ache over the hardness of his skin even after days has been passed. his loved skin has yet to heal. smudges of faint reds and purples across his usual unscathed complexion makes him smile in satisfaction and swell with pride over your cute little ownership you had over him. someone as small and fragile as you could be quite terrifying, much more than the faceless nobodies that dare to challenge him. from a mark from an enemy shows weakness, but a mark from a lover shows possession.

affection came from your lips. that’s what tomas believed. for a long time, his skin ached for a touch — one that felt loving and warm. instead it became tainted with oozing cuts and aching bruises, some encasing stories of deep tragedies and hardships, most he couldn’t even remember receiving until he quietly aids his broken body under the remnants of natural light. your touch felt like a healing balm, much softer and tender than the ones that were fueled with rage and pain. tomas, naturally, became putty to the brush of your soothing lips. each peck and drag of your plush lips made him go weak, vulnerable and unfocused — the complete opposite when he is sinking his sharpened karambit deep into the flesh and bones of those who threaten him with absolute precision and the crawling fear of death. it was then until you marked him for the first time, the press of your teeth feathery light until they were heavy set on his skin — tomas made a noise he couldn’t believe escaped his mouth. the sight of deep bruises used to remind him of temporary damage, broken skin battered from hate — restless training. now seeing them peppered over his hipbones his wrists, the only thing he could think of is your affection. the way you look up at him with watery eyes, suckling and licking gently over the redden bite marks blossoming on his blank pelvis. then you kiss and whisper sweet nothings into his wrist, pursing your swollen lips to decorate blossoms of deepened bruises over his starving skin. tomas gazes down over his bare body and is saddened to see your love marks hidden underneath his clothing. battle scars were always proudly shown, why couldn’t he do the same with the marks you’ve given him?

bruises and marks were a nightmare for johnny. a deep unflattering blemish to his manicured skin, he couldn’t even stand the sight of it when he passed by a mirror conveniently placed around his presence. this would leave him stuck at home with a lousy ice pack before he could even step forth on set. although he does acknowledge the fact it shows nobility and the effort he puts into his extravagant stunts and fighting sequences, they were a total pain in the ass — especially when they tainted the sculpt of his picturesque face. they painfully ached on his skin. any graze over his broken skin made him muffle a pathetic cry in the sleeves on his shirt. they completely ruin his perfect complexion, blotches of bleak yellow and shadowy purples mocked his pride until they fully healed and vanished. he hates bruises, end of story. but … there are exceptions. one he could positively think of you, yeah … definitely you. you’re absolute dynamite — passionate and not shy to leave a few marks here and there. the warmth of your mouth was addicting, one little kiss and his skin is adorned with dozens of purplish traces and teeth marks that pooled a drop of blood. he felt like a work of art, letting you greedily paint your lips over his luminous skin that he constantly pampered. johnny noticed that you loved to mark his inner thighs, holding them between your head as you branded him with your affection — suckling ever so slowly like you were savoring the taste of his rich cologne. not only does he love the touch of your mouth, but a mouthwatering sight he’ll never want to erase from his head. he’s cocky throughout it all, a smug look on his face with his pride swelling from your affectionate mouth. only then he’s turned over he feels a very sharp bite to his ass, johnny pathetically whimpers as he’s paraded with your laughter, only to be gently soothed afterwards with the warmth of your tongue. although he still whines at the painful marks and bites and gets sacred sitting down, he’s grown more fond of the look — johnny looked good in everything after all.

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