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First dates

Sum. Your first date with the jjk men <3 (I’ll make a part 2 eventually perhaps)

A/N. I don't normally do short scenarios so I feel like some of the writing is really awkward and I'm sorry :(( BUT, I hope you guys enjoy.

Feat. Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo (all separate), Gender neutral reader.

Wc. 2982

𝜗𝜚 Gojo Satoru - Amusement Park

The smell of popcorn and greasy food hung in the air, mixed with the sound of people screaming on roller coasters and laughing way too loudly. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, glancing around the amusement park, feeling both excited and lowkey anxious. First dates were already a lot, but having your first one with Gojo Satoru? That was something else entirely.

“There you are,” his voice called out like this was just another day, like he wasn’t the most ridiculously good-looking guy in a five-mile radius. His white hair was a mess in the best way, and his sunglasses made it impossible to tell where he was looking, though you had a feeling it was at you.

“I told you I’d be here,” you said, trying to sound casual even though your heart was doing backflips. He handed you a massive swirl of cotton candy with a smug grin.

“Bribe,” he said. “For making me wait.”

“You were literally the one who was late,” you laughed, taking it from him anyway.

“I wasn’t late, I just… got a little turned around,” he shrugged, already grabbing your hand and tugging you through the crowd like he knew exactly where he was going now.

The rest of the day was honestly kinda chaotic, but in the best way. He insisted on riding every ride, even the dumb ones. Tried (and failed) to win you a prize. Bought way too many snacks and kept shoving them at you like he was on some kind of mission to feed you every five minutes. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed that hard, or felt that at ease.

As the sun started setting and the sky turned soft shades of pink and orange, Gojo led you to the Ferris wheel. You stopped for a second, staring up at it.

“You good?” he asked, noticing your hesitation. You nodded, and before you could say anything, he reached out and laced his fingers through yours.

“Come on. I got you.”

And he did. The moment you sat down in the cart, it felt quieter. Slower. More real. And when you looked over, he wasn’t watching the view, he was looking straight at you. His sunglasses were off now, resting on his shirt collar, and his eyes were surprisingly soft. It made your chest tighten a little.

“You know,” he said, voice low, thumb brushing gently over your hand, “this wasn’t about showing off.”

You blinked. “No?”

He shook his head, the grin he usually wore fading into something more genuine. “I just… wanted you to have fun. Wanted to see you smile. Laugh. Be yourself.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, cheeks warm. “I really like you, Satoru. You make me feel… good. Like, genuinely good. I wanna do this again.”

He let out a soft breath, resting his head gently on top of yours. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Me too. More than you know.”

𝜗𝜚 Toji Fushiguro - Street food

The city felt weirdly quiet that night. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was just the way everything slowed down when you were around him. Toji Fushiguro walked a little ahead of you, hands shoved in his pockets, the glow from the streetlights catching the sharp angles of his face. He didn’t say much when he showed up, just a simple,

“Hungry?” like this was no big deal. As if you weren’t mentally freaking out the second you saw him standing there, all casual and intimidating without even trying. No cheesy lines, no flowers, no nervous energy. Just him, in all his effortless, slightly gruff charm.

“Is that your version of a pickup line?” A soft laugh escaped your lips as he glanced at you, his own mouth twitching trying not to grin. “Worked, didn’t it?”

You didn’t ask where you were going, just followed him through some quiet backstreets until he stopped in front of a tiny yakitori stand squished between two buildings. It looked kinda run-down, definitely not the kind of place you’d go to on your own. But Toji just nodded at the bench next to it and told you to sit while he went to order.

You watched him for a moment, his back to you, shoulders broad under the loose jacket he wore. He moved like he had nothing to prove, like he could take on the world but didn’t care to unless he had a reason. You didn’t expect him to know what you liked, but when he came back with a tray full of skewers, it was all the stuff you would’ve picked for yourself. He handed you one and leaned back against the wall like it was just any other night.

“How’d you know I liked this one?” you asked, taking a bite.

He shrugged. “I pay attention.”

“You do?”

It was quick but he simply responded, “Yeah. I do.”

The two of you ate in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. He wasn’t a big talker, but he didn’t need to be. The way he made sure your drink was cold, how he passed you the last skewer without even blinking, it all said enough. You kept stealing glances at him, trying not to stare, but also kind of not caring if he caught you. There was something about him, this mix of rough edges and quiet attention, that made your stomach twist in the most annoying way.

“So,” you said eventually, “is this your idea of a fancy night out?”

He didn’t hesitate. “I don’t do fancy. But this? This I do.”

You smirked. “Should I be honored?”

He leaned a little closer, just enough to make your breath hitch. “You should.”

When you were full and figured the night was wrapping up, Toji surprised you by tilting his head and saying,

“Come on. I wanna show you something.”

You followed him again, this time into a sketchy old building nearby. The stairwell creaked with every step, but he didn’t say a word, just kept going up like he’d done this a hundred times. At the top, he pushed open a heavy metal door, and suddenly, you were standing on a rooftop with the city laid out in front of you. It wasn’t fancy or romantic, but it was beautiful. The lights, the breeze, the quiet buzz of the world below.

You walked up to the edge and leaned on the railing, shooting him a look.

“Didn’t peg you for the romantic rooftop type,” you teased, kind of hoping to get a smile out of him.

His face stayed blank which bummed you out a bit, but he didn’t seem annoyed either. He just shrugged and said, “I’m not. But you like views, don’t you?”

You blinked. “I mentioned that once.”

“Still remembered.”

You fell quiet for a second, letting the weight of that settle. It wasn’t some grand gesture, but it hit deeper. You weren't use to people remembering much about you.

“Are you always like this?” you asked softly.

He glanced at you. “What do you mean?”

“Just…thoughtful. You're being oddly sweet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Sweet?”

You grinned. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

He looked away, shaking his head like he was trying to hide a smile.

You stood there for a while, not saying anything, just existing beside him. Every once in a while, your arms would brush, and your heart would do this dumb little flutter. You didn’t know what it was exactly, this thing between you two, but it felt real.

When you finally looked at him, he was already looking at you. His eyes were memorizing your face, feeling confused, you softly spoke up.

“What?” He didn’t answer right away but you could tell he was hesitant about what he was about to say.

“Didn’t think I’d enjoy this much.”

Your face filled with shock, turning away from him and staring off into the city lights. “Me neither.”

He was quiet for a second. Then he stepped a little closer, voice low. “You cold?”

You weren’t cold, not even close to being cold when you could feel his heat. “A little.”

Without a word, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. His hand brushed your neck for half a second longer than it needed to, and it lit up every nerve in your body.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you murmured.

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to.”

𝜗𝜚 Nanami Kento - Restaurant

Nanami Kento wasn’t the kind of guy who did things last minute or without thought. So when he asked you out, you already kind of knew the night was going to be… different. In a good way. Not loud or messy or overly flashy, just intentional. And somehow, that was more exciting than anything else.

He met you exactly on time, dressed way too well for how calm he made it look. Crisp button-up, sleeves rolled just enough to show a glimpse of his watch, hair neatly done like he’d been ready for this for hours. When he offered you his arm, it wasn’t some performative act, it was just him. Respectful. Polite. Warm. You didn’t even hesitate before slipping your hand into the crook of his arm, trying not to get too caught up in how steady he felt.

“You look beautiful,” he said, almost casually. Like he wasn’t trying to impress, just stating a fact.

You glanced up at him, a little surprised at how easily it came out. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

His mouth tugged into a small smile. “I try.”

The restaurant he picked was this cozy, tucked-away spot you’d never even heard of before. Small place. Low lighting. Wood and stone everywhere. That kind of quiet where people didn’t have to whisper, but nobody was talking over each other either. Jazz was playing softly in the background, and it smelled like warm bread and wine. He’d already made a reservation, of course. The host greeted him like he was a regular.

“I come here sometimes,” he said as you were led to the table. “Usually alone. But… it’s better like this.”

You caught the small pause in his voice and smiled. “So I’m special?”

He looked at you, eyes steady, and said without hesitation, “Yes.”

Everything just… flowed. The conversation wasn’t awkward or overly flirty, it was genuine. He asked questions no one had ever really asked before. What books stuck with you. What kind of future you dreamed about. What you did when no one was watching.

He listened in that rare way most people don’t. When you spoke, his eyes never drifted. He wasn’t waiting for his turn to speak. He was really there.

At one point you asked, “You always this put together?”

He looked at his wine glass, then back at you, eyes warm but honest. “No. Just when it matters.”

And when he spoke? His words were so clear, so sure, like he always knew what he wanted to say. You couldn’t help but admire it.

Dinner passed in what felt like minutes, even though you’d been there for over an hour. And just when you thought the night might be wrapping up, he glanced at the window and asked, “Would you mind taking a walk with me?” Like it wasn’t something he just thought of, but something he had planned. Just in case.

The streets were mostly quiet by then, the city settling down for the night. Streetlamps glowed gold above your heads, and the sound of your steps echoed against the sidewalk. There wasn’t a lot of talking anymore, but it wasn’t weird. It felt… peaceful. Every now and then, he’d make a comment, about the weather, a building you passed, something random that made you smile.

“I always liked this part of the city,” he said, looking up at the trees lining the sidewalk. “It’s quiet. You can think here.”

“What do you think about?” you asked.

He was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Lately? You.”

At some point, he stopped. You didn’t even realize how close you’d gotten until he turned slightly toward you, reached up, and gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was light, but it sent your heartbeat into full chaos. He looked at you for a moment, really looked at you.

“I enjoyed tonight,” he said quietly. “I hope you did too.”

You nodded, your smile small. “I did. A lot.”

When he walked you home, your hands brushed every few steps, like maybe he wanted to hold it but didn’t want to rush. You kept glancing at him, catching little pieces of softness in his expression he probably didn’t show to many people.

When you reached your door, he turned to you, and you swore for a second he might lean in. But instead, he just held your gaze with that calm steadiness.

“Goodnight,” he said, voice low, warm, and just a little softer than before.

You whispered it back. “Goodnight, Kento.”

His fingers gently lingered against yours until you turned your back towards him and entered your home.

𝜗𝜚 Choso Kamo - Museum

You honestly weren’t sure what kind of date Choso had in mind when he asked you out. He wasn’t exactly the easiest guy to read, quiet, kinda intense, and always looking like he was deep in thought. But when he suggested going to a museum, it made sense in your head, It wasn’t flashy or crowded, just very quiet and you found that cute.

He met you outside, dressed in an all-black outfit, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. His hair was tied back a little messier than usual, and he looked kind of nervous, like he wasn’t sure if this counted as a date or just a hangout. “Hey,” his voice low. His eyes flicked up to meet yours for half a second before darting away.

You smiled, a little amused. “Hey yourself.”

He gave a tiny nod, then motioned to the doors. “Ready?”

The museum was quiet, which was perfect. You walked beside him, stopping at different exhibits, some art, some weird old statues, and a whole room about minerals. Choso didn’t talk much, but he stayed close, listening to whatever you had to say about different art pieces.

“This one’s my favorite,” you said, standing in front of a painting with messy brushstrokes and chaotic colors. “It’s kind of ugly, but I like how raw it feels.”

You felt his eyes on you more than the art. “I don’t think it’s ugly,” he said softly. “It’s… loud. But not in a bad way.”

You looked over, and he immediately looked away again, pretending to be super interested in a nearby plaque. It was honestly kind of cute.

After the museum, you figured that might be it, short and sweet, but Choso hesitated near the exit. “There’s this park… close by. I thought maybe we could go.” His voice was unsure, like he wasn’t convinced you’d say yes.

You didn’t even hesitate. “Lead the way.”

The walk wasn’t long, and the park was peaceful, tucked away from the noisy parts of the city. You ended up under this huge tree, and Choso sat down, digging into his backpack. He pulled out a small bento box and looked almost embarrassed handing it to you.

“You made this?” you asked, your eyes widening a little as you opened it. There were little rice balls, tamagoyaki, even those octopus-shaped sausages that looked a bit too alive.

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… watched a few videos. It’s probably not great.”

You took a bite of the rice ball and smiled. “Choso, this is actually really good.”

He ducked his head, clearly flustered. “You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not lying,” you said, chewing. “This is ten times better than anything I could make. The octopus guys are a little scary, but I respect the effort.”

That made him let out a soft laugh. Not a full one, but enough to make your stomach flutter. You both sat there in the shade, eating and not talking a lot, but it didn’t feel weird. He was easy to be around.

After a while, you leaned back on your hands, looking up at the sky through the tree branches. “Thanks for today, by the way. I had fun.”

Choso was quiet for a second before he replied. “Yeah… me too. I was kind of scared I’d mess it up.”

You turned your head to look at him. “You didn’t.”

There was a long pause. His fingers were playing with a piece of grass, and he kept glancing at your hand like he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if he should. Finally, super quietly, he mumbled, “Um… do you wanna… maybe do this again sometime?”

You smiled, feeling your face warm up. “Yeah. I really do.”

He looked kind of stunned for a second, then gave the smallest, softest smile you’d ever seen on him. He still didn’t reach out right away, but something in his eyes changed, like he finally let himself believe you liked him back. And then, so carefully it made your heart stutter, he leaned in just a little.

You met him halfway, just a quick, gentle kiss. Barely there. His lips were soft, a little hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he was doing it right. But it still made your whole chest ache in the best way.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed and his voice was even quieter than before. “Sorry…”

“No, don’t apologize.” you cut in, smiling as you reached for his hand, “It was sweet, I liked it.”

Choso’s cheeks turned pink as he held your hand, his eyes drifting up toward the sky like he was trying to keep it cool. He looked so soft in that moment, it made your heart flutter. You were really glad you said yes to this date.

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જ⁀➴ MASTERLIST〈

INTRODUCTION POST

STARTED - 11/09/22 UPDATED - 04/20/25

♫ - fluff ᶻz - hurt/comfort † - smut ✮ - suggestive

✎ BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA ─ Instincts †

CHUUYA NAKAHARA ─ A Meetings Disturbance †

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY ─ Checkmate † (WIP)

✎ GENSHIN IMPACT

BEIDOU ─ By The Docks † ♫

ALHAITHAM ─ Bound By Desire †

THOMA ─ Shattered Reflections †

KAMISATO AYATO ─ Shattered Reflections †

✎ ENSTARS

REI SAKUMA ─ Crimson Traces †

✎ CHAINSAW MAN

AKI HAYAKAWA ─ Second Skin †

ANGEL DEVIL ─ Second Skin †

✎ JUJUSTU KAISEN

GOJO SATORU ─ First date ♫

TOJI FUSHIGURO ─ First date ♫

NANAMI KENTO ─ First date ♫

CHOSO KAMO ─ First date ♫

✎ LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

✎ HAIKYUU

ATSUMU MIYA ─ Ink & Petals † (WIP)

✎ THE LAST OF US

ABBY ANDERSON ─ Backseat Heat †

✎ DANGANRONPA (discontinued)

KAEDE AKAMATSU ─ Femdom †

KYOKO KIRIGIRI ─ Femdom †

MUKURO IKUSABA ─ Femdom †

SHUICHI SAIHARA ─ Bittersweet Lust 1 † ─ Bittersweet Lust 2 †

RANTARO AMAMI ─ Bittersweet lust 1 † ─ Bittersweet Lust 2 † ─ Submissive Rantaro 1 † ─ Submissive Rantaro 2 †

KAITO MOMOTA ─ Typing and Teasing † (WIP)

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જ⁀➴ WELCOME〈

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Greetings! I hope you're doing good!

I was wondering if you still Take smut requests for danganronpa characters!(Kaito)

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Fem Chuuya x fem reader

A MEETING'S DISTURBANCE

A/N : Reader is apart of the port mafia !!

WORD COUNT : 2879

CHARACTERS : Fem reader, Fem Chuuya Nakahara.

CONTAINS : Submissive reader, dominate Chuuya, degrading, praising, spanking, thigh spanking, crying, brief choking, aggressive Chuuya, fingering, nipple sucking, cunninglingus, edging.

EDITOR : @swtichblde

Sitting at home bored was not your ideal kind of day. You found yourself lounging on the cozy couch, surrounded by the quiet atmosphere of your shared home. The soft glow of your flat screen TV illuminated the room. In the background, a dull show played. Its storyline bored you, making you roll your eyes at the stupid jokes and toss your body around on the leather furniture. The day seemed long, waiting for your girlfriend to come home and entertain you.

Chuuya was working extended hours as of late. Keeping up with the demanding schedule given by the port mafia, she was often returning home exhausted and tired, neglecting you and simply falling asleep. As an executive, she needed to devote her complete focus. This only made you crave her presence more. You miss when you could enjoy spending time together without her rushing to bed as soon as she arrived home.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, you picked up your smartphone that was casually sitting on the coffee table. You unlocked the device, clicked on the call app icon with your fingers, searched for Nakahara's contact, and pressed the call button, bringing the phone to your ear in the hopes that she was not occupied. Your heart jumped with excitement as you heard the line ring. Concentrated on the sounds, you began praying that she would answer.

After a few more tones, the ringing ended, leading to her voicemail. Letting out an angry scoff, you called a second time, the phone stopped ringing once again. You felt extremely disappointed when you heard the voicemail message repeat, informing you that you were still unable to reach Chuuya.

“Fine, I didn’t want you to answer anyways.” You muttered quietly to yourself.

Your frustration began to build up in your tightly clenched fist that was around the phone, annoyed by the continuous stream of unanswered calls. Sitting in a tense silence that seemed to last forever, you gathered up the bravery to call her number again. You were relieved when she answered this time, causing a surge of excited happiness that made you smile involuntarily.

“You just don’t know how to be patient, huh?” You could not help but let out a small giggle at Chuuya's annoyed voice coming through the phone.

Even though she could not see you, you still shook your head in a playful manner, enjoying the excitement of teasing her.

“I missed you; I want you here.” You whispered your confession, hearing your girlfriend scoff over the line.

You could clearly visualize the unhappiness evident in her expression. The frown of her lips, the creased eyebrows, and the slight scrunch of her nose.

“I was in a particularly important meeting, you know. You got me kicked out all because you missed me?” You could not resist feeling relieved by the fact you got her removed.

It meant you could have her all to yourself all day, even if she is upset with you.

“How was I supposed to know you were in a meeti—” You were interrupted by her exploding on you.

You tried your best to hold in the laugh that threatened to spill.

“Shut up.” The phone call ended with a beep sound.

The laughter you were holding in came out, your hand reaching to cover your mouth, rolling around on the couch happily.

***

Chuuya's footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as she made her way towards the apartment that the two of you shared. Her hand found the familiar weight of her keys in her pocket, the metal jangled softly as she approached the door, the lock clicking open with a gentle twist. Pushing the door inward, she stepped inside.

Her gaze flickered across the living room, noting the familiar belongings and the trace of your presence beside the couch. It was then that her eyes landed on you, standing there in one of her oversized t-shirts, the fabric hanging loosely over your frame.

In the cool air, your nipples were visibly hard against the soft fabric, a delicate blush rising on your skin. The image caught her attention, drawing her in as you noticed her movements and turned towards her.

The shirt you wore shifted slightly as you took a step closer, revealing more of your bare legs and the hint of light pink lace peeking out from under the hem. Chuuya's expression shifted, her initial irritation softening just a bit at the vulnerable sight before her. Words tumbled from her lips. A mix of frustration and affection battling for dominance as she spoke, a hint of challenge in her tone.

"Do not touch me without permission," she started, her hand reaching out to pinch your cheeks together firmly, your lips puckering. "You don't deserve it after what you pulled today."

The touch was almost possessive, a silent demand for your attention. Before you could reach out to her, she shifted her hold. Her thumb was now brushing against your lower lip, causing it to pout ever so slightly.

"Not only am I pissed at you," she added, "Mori is pissed at the both of us, so I am not feeling very considerate."

Her grip on your face loosened, falling to your neck, the grip replacing itself there. She squeezed your neck, holding the grasp until she heard you gasp for air.

You let out a soft whine, your gaze locked with hers as she held you in place. The pressure on your neck tightened, a mixture of possessiveness and desire weaving through her. Then, without warning, she leaned in, her lips capturing yours before you could protest or respond. The kiss was demanding. Her tongue darted out, brushing against your lower lip for a silent invitation.

You refrained from touching her, feeling a wave of anticipation coursing through you as Chuuya gently guided you towards the plush leather couch. The soft material welcomed you once again as you sank into its embrace, the rich scent mingling with her cherry perfume.

With a graceful movement, she settled herself on your lap. Her body fits against yours like two missing puzzle pieces finding their perfect match. The sensation of her lips on yours felt electrifying; it sent shivers down your spine. Her black pencil skirt rode up with the movement, the sight of her black pantyhose hugging her curves made you want to rebel against her request, but you held back.

As she removed her long black coat, her slender figure became visible. A quiet sound in the air suggesting the sense of excitement that was felt by both of you. Your gaze followed the curves of her body. Her bright red hair framed her face, standing out against her dark outfit. With a gentle touch, she lifted her hat, letting the rest of her hair flow down around her shoulders. The quiet sound of the hat touching the coffee table resounded in the room.

Chuuya's lips formed a subtle smile and her alluring eyes hinted that she knew about your longing for her. She took pleasure in the restraint you showed from touching her.

She purposefully started to unbutton her smooth vest. Each button was released gently, making you audibly gulp in reaction. With her slender fingers, she confidently unlatched the final button on the garment. Turning to her clean, white blouse next, she carefully repeated the previous actions on this new set of buttons.

You could not look away as her skin slowly revealed itself to you. Captivated by her every movement, at last, the final button released its grasp and the shirt dropped elegantly to the floor, leaving her on your lap with the only thing left on her upper body being her black sports-bra.

“Can I touch you now?” You pleaded, your lip quivering, shifting in your place to get some sort of friction.

“Ah-ah, not yet.” the ginger whispered while silencing your pleas with a delicate touch of her finger.

Chuuya's eyes twinkled mischievously, quickly taking her bra off, unveiling her breasts. The view was mesmerizing as always, making your mouth water, eager to express your love for your beautiful girlfriend.

Smiling seductively, she gestured to you and whispered. "Be a good girl and show me how much you've missed these."

You leaned in eagerly, as if famished, clutching her gentle waist while your tongue darted out to lick one of her firm nipples. Her hand reached around your head, pulling at your hair to urge you to suck on her tender breast. Soft moans escaped your lips as you savoured the pinch on your scalp. Her cherry fragrance added to the pleasure, your eyes rolling back in response. Your lips latched around her tanned bud; your desperate moans now muffled.

“You’re so pathetic.” Nakahara cooed. She leaned into your tender bites and kisses you placed on her chest, sending a shiver down her back as she lowered her head to meet your gaze.

“You want to be my desperate slut, hmm?” she hummed, “I bet you called me here just for this.” You nod eagerly as she lets go of your hair, softly stroking your head.

After leaving her sensitive nipple, your lips began a gentle path of kisses across her chest. You teased her skin with your touch before reaching her other nipple. Reflecting your previous actions, your lips gave the same treatment, although now, with a slight change. Your eyes closed softly, tasting her sweet flavour on your tongue.

“Stop.” Chuuya's sudden, forceful action swiftly pulled you away, using your hair as a tool once more.

The rough yank caught you off guard, sending a jolt of surprise down to your core. The unexpected motion made you inhale sharply, causing a gasp to slip past your swollen lips.

“Get on your hands and knees and arch your back for me. Make sure your ass is up.” The ginger stood up, her arms crossing around her chest, staring down at you.

Your body trembling, you moved down the couch, raising your hips in the air. The t-shirt you were wearing raised up your body, showing off the pink, lace panties that decorated your bottom. Grinning to yourself, you wiggle your hips to tease until you feel a harsh slap against your thigh. You had sprung forward by the sheer force, choking out a moan.

“Don’t be fucking needy.” Her hand rubbed against the red handprint that now decorated your thigh.

Her hand gently moved towards your heat, teasingly dipping to your inner thigh. Chuuya’s other hand, however, lifted into the air before slamming down onto your ass this time, enjoying your loud cries.

“So loud, my pathetic girl.” She teased, rubbing your rear in bittersweet sympathy before smacking it again, twice as hard.

She laughed at your poor attempt of a clear moan, a smirk evident on her face. Her fingers finally made their way to your clothed pussy, feeling the soaked fabric. She grinned, bending her body to get close to your ear.

"I haven't even touched you and you're already so wet for me.” She whispered, feeling the couch sink down further as Chuuya sat behind you.

Her hands gripped at your hips to push you forward, giving herself a better view of your wet heat. Dainty yet scruffy fingers slid your lace panties to the side, a gasp escaped your lips as you felt Chuuya blow cool air against your cunt, causing you to clench around nothing.

Her tongue danced in a tantalizing rhythm, tracing slow circles against your sensitive clit. Your body reacted instantly, your hips eagerly arching with each slow movement. You craved the satisfaction that had been withheld until now. Her gentle touch along with your quickening breaths made you desperate. Your attempts to grind against the warm tongue that was teasing your clit grew more frequent.

“Chuuya, more!” You whined, but to no avail. Instead, her hand came down against your thigh once more.

You screamed out a silent sob, your head falling against the leather armrest of the couch.

“What did I say about getting needy? you’ll take what I fucking give you, brat.” She reminded you of her previous statement, the aggression in her tone evident as she gave you another harsh slap on your bare skin.

The intense feeling only increased your excitement, mewls leaving your throat in response. She carefully bowed her head towards your sex once more. Every intentional movement of her tongue on your clit caused waves of pleasure to run through your body. Her stern voice made you cry, her touch only made you cry out more.

Her hands held onto your hips tightly, causing you to arch your back further.

Her tongue worked away at your pleasure spots. You were on the brink of your orgasm and Chuuya knew. Your juices dripped down her chin, your pussy throbbing in excitement. Yet right when you were on the verge of reaching your release, Chuuya's warm mouth pulled away from your wetness. The abrupt loss of her mouth made you choke back another sob.

“Please, let me cum, Chuuya! Please, please! Please, I have been a good girl, haven’t I? I did everything you asked!” You begged.

Chuuya hummed, her fingers circling your clit before responding. “You want it that badly? Fine.”

Her teasing middle finger entered you, its touch causing you to quiver. As she found your g-spot, the sensation spread throughout your body, finally getting what you wanted. She teased your sensitive tissue, applying just the right amount of pressure to send waves of ecstasy coursing through your core.

Moving at a deliberate pace, Chuuya savoured each moment of your arousal, building anticipation for what was to come next. Slowly but surely, she intensified her movements, granting you even more stimulation.

Adding a second finger, her index, she navigated inside of you, scissoring your insides and slowly stretching you open. The excitement inside you grew stronger as you approached your orgasm, the glorious feeling she had been edging you towards before.

Gentle and delicate kisses were placed along your exposed back. Quiet hums left her mouth, satisfied by the mess below her. Through every gesture and touch, she led you to your release. You screamed out, your orgasm hitting you strong. Your fluids coated her fingers, but even after you came, she continued to move her long fingers inside of you.

Licking a path up your back, she inserted a third finger, her ring, causing you to gasp and attempt to pull away from her touch, overstimulated. Her thumb pressed against your clit causing you to sink your teeth into the plush of your arm to stifle any cries.

“You wanted this, baby; I’m simply giving you what you asked of me.” She teased.

Chuuya placed a bite to the flesh on your ass, liking the spot before moving her fingers in and out of your sensitive opening with more intensity. Your eyes closed in delight, a second orgasm rising within you. Her thumb began to circle your clit with each thrust of her fingers.

Your second release washed over your body. Your legs shook as you gasped softly, tears streaming down your face from the intense sensation you were experiencing.

“Too much, Chuuya! Please, no more!” You begged with a cry, but she continued moving her fingers.

Her speed quickened while her other hand reached out and gripped your hair, lifting your head up while you sniffled. Salty tears entered your mouth, whining and crying for your girlfriend to stop and spare you the punishment.

“Last one, my darling, you’ve been so good.” She chirped, you eagerly nodded in response as she slipped a kiss on your wet cheek.

One more finger slipped inside of you, her pinky, all pressing down on your g-spot. You screamed out with whatever voice you had left. The stimulation causing your third release to rise, finally allowed it to snap. Your orgasm shook you to your core. Your legs trembling as a loud, broken moan escapes from your mouth. Your hips at this point were limp, your limbs twitching and weak.

You quivered when Chuuya slipped her fingers out of you, wiping her hands on the t-shirt that, now, was all bunched up by your shoulders.

"I could never really be mad at you, baby. I missed you too. I apologize I haven't been around much," she whispered softly, her gentle touch lingered on your cheek before her plush lips pressed against your tear-stained skin, planting a kiss.

“I know work makes you exhausted. Mori expects too much!” You exclaimed through your broken voice.

Your tired hand reached out, stroking her silky ginger hair, while her hand gently touched your face, wiping your tears away.

“It seems like I have been neglecting you, my dear.” Chuuya admitted in a teasing manner, making you laugh.

Gradually, you raised yourself upright, your lower body shaking.

“You’re such a baby.” You softly teased back, before leaning in to share a tender kiss with the woman. Her lips returned the affection, the familiar warmth and joy of her grin evident.

“Oh yeah, you’re dealing with Mori for the rest of the week.” One final peck was pressed against your now offended expression, cursing out your girlfriend who was already walking away towards the bathroom of your shared bedroom.

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Nurse Kenjaku and Male reader, hospital sex please and thank you <3

𓂃 𓈒 ϑ Let Me Take Your Vitals.

──〃synopsis : You are completed with your stay at the hospital after five days of recovery from a bad stomach bug. Your nurse is coming to take your final round of vitals, but the checklist seems to shift directions.

──〃characters : Nurse!Kenjaku, Male!reader

──〃content : Smut, dominant Kenjaku, submissive reader, hospital sex, handjob, blowjob, latex gloves, edging, teasing, consensual

──〃word count : 1423

The walls of the infirmary were plain and white. The only thing that changed the scenery was the TV screen pointed towards the similarly plain bed. Your right thumb fiddles with the other, awaiting the nurse who would take your vitals one last time before you are discharged. 

It had been five days since you were brought in. It was nothing overly serious, just a bug. Although, it was uncommon and could have been serious if you were not in the hospital's care. With your train of thought drifting to the quiet hum of the TV, it was soon interrupted by a subtle knock on the door to your room. 

“Come in!” You shout, the handle of the door clicking open soon afterwards. 

Through the opening gap, you see the black, shoulder-length hair of the nurse. His face wore a smirk as he hugged the clipboard close to his chest. You could not help the jump of your heart as you saw the beauty before you. Shaking your awe, you greeted him with a smile as did he. 

“I am here to take your vitals.” The nurse says dryly, eyeing you up and down in the process. 

He reached for the velcro blood pressure cuff, undoing it once it was in his grasp. You bring out your arm to be accessible and he swiftly encloses it in the cold material. You are very used to the feeling by this point, so when he begins to pump the cuff, the squeeze is hardly an issue. The only issue you seem to suffer with is the intoxicating floral smell of the man’s perfume along with his good looks going straight to your dick.

He marks a few things down on his clipboard before taking a seat on the edge of your bed; his leg crossing over the other. That smirk has not left his face since the first glimpse you got of him. 

“You appear to be stable, so no need to resume with the list,” He states, placing the clipboard beside him on the bed. “Although, there is one thing we have yet to check you for entirely.” He whispered with his hand snaking towards you.

Your heart thumps in your chest once you realize the impending direction of his hand. You gulp, returning to hold the eye contact you previously had. “Go ahead, I wouldn’t mi–” You were cut off by his finger which was now shushing you. You nod in response slowly. 

His other, needy hand, pulls back the sheet, revealing your rising excitement below the hospital gown. Your cheeks flush when you realize his smirk is only growing more intense. 

You watch his fingers gracefully dance along the bone of your hip. The tips of them were only centimetres away from the half-hard embarrassment below your garments. It was like as he entered the room, he could smell the instant arousal you got from the ethereal appearance he wore with pride. 

It was plausible you were simply pent up from the past five days, but something about the demeanour of this man pulled you in like a fish on a hook.

“Oh my, someone is eager!” The nurse provoked, slipping a hand under the gown to lift it up. 

Your body twitched, begging for stimulation to your erection, but unfortunately, he avoids the touch. Instead, he patted down the fold he made in your hospital gown. Your eyebrows furrow as he removes himself entirely from your side, leaving you open to his view. 

“Ple–” He cuts you off again. This time, with a verbal silencing. 

Despite his teasing bringing more desperation out of you, you cannot help but seek his touch to return. 

“My, my,” he began, inspecting your length that continued to spring to life. He smirked again, removing his clipboard from beside you as well. “Someone is eager. Do not move.” He instructs.

He placed the clipboard down onto the nurse’s desk, replacing the grasp with the small box of latex gloves. He popped out one of the white disposables from the rest, tossing its holder back onto the table. 

Although his back was facing you, the snap of the glove on his hand sent a jolt of surprise down to your core. He turned, holding the edge of the white latex with his bare hand, pulling it to snap once more. Your eyes shot open when you realised what he had planned. 

He returned to his previous place beside your thigh on the mattress, only this time, his creeping hand did not tease. He pressed a clothed finger to your tip. You shuddered in response, keeping your own hands to your sides as you were told to. Five days of no stimulation, who knew you would be so sensitive from a simple touch. 

Though, that simple touch did not remain for long.

His finger slid down your length, the other digits joining in unison. Soon, they formed a fist, grasping around the width of your aching erection. You cannot help but let out a whimper in response, although it only added to the nurse’s cockiness. 

A low snicker could be heard as he picked up his pace. Your mouth was now agape, moans drawn out from every motion of the nurse’s firm grip. 

“Desperate, are we?” The black-haired male said, noticing your hips started to buck in anticipation. 

He could tell you were already close. This may have been the most pathetically quick orgasm you would have in your lifetime, but to your surprise, that would not be the case. He removed his now pre-cum coated hand from your dick. Your whines echoing throughout the room. 

“Please…” You begged, but to no avail. He was cruel, you thought. Maybe edging you was simply part of this erotic exam. 

“You poor thing,” He teased, slipping the sticky latex material from his hand. “Fortunately, you passed that portion of the exam. Only one more procedure to go.” He said, easing your distress with a point to his mouth. 

He tossed the soiled glove into the garbage pale beside you, making sure to lean close to your face. You breathed in that sweet floral scent again, which only invited more twitching to your dick. 

“Nurse, please!” You begged once more, earning you a pat on the thigh to silence your attempts. 

“Relax.” He said, bringing his face close to kiss your sensitive tip. 

He opens his lipstick covered mouth to allow your length to slip inside, his tongue pressing against the underside. The nurse licked up all your pre-cum from the previous exam, popping off from your erection loudly. He replaced the sensation with teasing kisses up the side.

He made sure to wrap his hand around your base as he tediously sucked and kissed at your tip, filling his mouth once more with your, once again, aching member. He lets his mouth sink lower onto you, gulping which creates a tightness that sends a jolt of pleasure up your body. You moan loudly in response.

His eyes found their way back to your own as you broke his request to not move. You place your hand into his hair, clenching it into a fist but not pulling.

“Yes, yes!” you cry out, bucking your hips down his throat as you near your orgasm once again. 

He closes his eyes, bobbing his head onto your desperate dick as your body begins to shake. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as a long, drawn out moan slips past your lips. 

He pulls himself off you, swallowing all that was in his mouth before placing an innocent kiss to your tip. You whimper in response, overstimulated and exhausted from the events. 

“Good job! Your examination has been completed. You passed everything and you are safe to go home.” He said, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. 

Your breath is left uneven, your eyes half-lidded as the nurse cleaned up and headed for the door. You frowned in your post-orgasmic state at the sight of his dismissal before he slowed to a stop. 

“Do not forget me, my dear patient. You were so good.” He praised, blowing a kiss to you before he turned, opened the door, and left. 

You could not believe what had just happened, it felt like a wet dream. You knew the doctor would see you soon, so by instinct, you covered yourself with your gown again. Pants beginning to halt. 

What a unique nurse. 

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Don’t know if you do bsd but if you do!

Atsushi x fem reader !

Reader is ovulating and Atsushi instincts pick up on it. Reader somehow accidentally gotten herself in a situ where she’s straddling atsushis neck, and wearing a skirt no safety shorts 🤭. She tries to get off due to embarrassment but atsushi forces her to stay put. Saying he can smell her ovulating,,

Oh yeah Atsushi half tiger form + breeding kink.

A/N : YES I DO BSD !! I hope I wrote this somewhat correct, enjoy 💋 (Also first time writing Atsushi… went for a different approach maybe just slightly)

WORD COUNTER : 1352

CHARACTERS : Fem reader, Atsushi Nakajima.

CONTAINS : Breeding, Atsushi in half tiger form, Ovulating, face riding, Atsushi guiding reader, desperate Atsushi, Praising, Mating press, Claw marks, manhandling, not a lot of dialogue.

EDITOR : @swtichblde

Claws lightly touching your hips, leading you in a smooth pattern that evoked a primal bond between the two of you. You gripped the headboard tightly with your fingers, succumbing to the pleasure that the male underneath you provided.

Prior to the situation you were in, Atsushi's actions had you a bit confused and slightly suspicious of him. The different responses he showed during your conversations that normally, he would be happy to engage in, now seemed distant. The obvious signs of nerves appearing on his red face and twitching nose suggested something had changed between you two.

The mystery of his responses remained, intriguing you, but leaving you oblivious to the reality hidden underneath. Your enticing scent in the office silently called to him. Edging him into a corner, tempting him to give in to his instinctual desires. Holding back from ruining the relationship he had built with you as your body began to ovulate.

"You taste amazing. Fuck." The flashback unfolding in your mind assisting you to piece together what happened leading up to this moment was interrupted by Atsushi's voice, snapping you back to reality.

You moaned in pleasure as you felt his warm breath against your heat. Your skirt successfully shielded his view of your face, for which you were grateful. At least he could not witness your embarrassing expressions now. In addition, you were relieved that you had not worn anything that could have spoiled the moment. Thanking yourself mentally.

You noticed his breath quickening while he picked you up and repositioned you further on his face, making your cunt push against his mouth once again. He was excited by the view of your wet, unclothed arousal.

His words caused your cheeks to turn a deeper red as your embarrassment remained. The realization of what Atsushi was doing beneath you caused your hips to lift off his face. He was eating you out like it was his first meal in months, starving for your release. Your hips grinded against his face slightly as you listened to the white haired boy let out a whine, his claws digging further into your hips, daring to draw blood with any more pressure.

"Where are you going? No going shy on me now." His voice was hoarse, almost pleading for you to shift your body weight back onto his face.

Atsushi's grasp pushed you downwards onto his tongue, his mouth surrounding your sensitive bud. The unexpected feeling caused you to cry out and groan involuntarily, your head dropping onto the headboard. Your back arched, allowing the man beneath you to fix his mouth's position.

Atsushi's humming sensation thrilled your body, making your mind fog. Your legs tremble and your thighs subconsciously tightened around his head, signaling him to not move. You feel speechless. A silent gasp was all that escaped through your lips as the knot in your stomach expanded. Your vision became a blur as you orgasmed, letting go into his mouth.

Atsushi eagerly slurped up every drop of your wetness with his tongue, making sure nothing was wasted. Your taste and fragrance excited him so much that he was almost brought to the brink of his own orgasm in his underwear.

Atsushi used all his strength to lift you from his face, your trembling limp body tossed around as you fell onto your back. The male planted gentle kisses on your damp forehead trailing down your body, his sharp fangs sucking and leaving marks in your skin. His hips are holding your legs apart while he presses his clothed erection against your bare heat.

“I could smell you all day. It’s driving me crazy.” Atsushi slurred with excitement as he felt pleasure from the light friction of his hips against your wetness, enjoying the feeling of his pants becoming moist from the combination of his saliva and your cum.

He was aroused at the thought of getting you pregnant, eager to satisfy what your body has been begging him to do all day: fill you with his children. You did not refuse him, nodding your head eagerly. You anticipated his entry, desiring to feel him deep inside. The warmth of both of your fluids blending together, his cum gradually leaking out of you in the end.

Atsushi gave you one small kiss on your lips before backing away from you, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them, along with his underwear that were basically soaked at this point, off of his legs. Making his way back to you, he grabbed your weak legs and bent them towards your chest, holding them down with his body as he finally slipped inside.

Groaning with delight as his tip penetrates your wet, aching hole, every nerve in your body shivered, a fucked-out expression painted on your face. The feeling is intense, a mix of sensations that make you struggle for air. Your hands clutch his shoulders, fingers pressing into his skin, your nails creating faint marks against his back.

The grunt Atsushi let out fueled your body, your hips meeting his in a slight roll. His arms slithered around your back tightly and feeling his warm breath against your neck causes shivers to run down your spine. Atsushi took a deep breath, your strong scent made him feel intoxicated, urging him to just start pounding into you but he held back to keep you from getting hurt.

“You feel so good around me, so perfect.” He finally filled you up, slowly starting to move while watching as you struggled with the tight mating press he had you in.

You desperately wanted to roll your hips without getting all cramped up within your legs and hips, but to no avail. He watched you with a pout, pulling out until his tip was about to slip before thrusting inside you.

Atsushi was not that big, but he had girth. He pushed your walls in a way that had you screaming with all his rough thrusts. He felt everything, and it was as amazing as he had imagined. Every time he pushed in deeply, you gripped him tightly as if you were meant solely for each other.

Your body was intended for his gaze. The way your breasts swayed with each forceful push from him, the sweat beading on your skin, and the pleasant fragrance emanating from you. Only he was able to witness this. You occupied his mind in ways that were unprecedented by anyone else.

He felt himself grow close and he could feel you were close too, noticing your increasingly loud drawn out moans and carefully observing your reactions to his movements, hoping for a repeat of this in the future. He cherished you and desired to make you his permanently.

The last push was forceful, pinning you down as he ejaculated inside of you. A trembling moan escaped him as he felt you tightening around his length. Your orgasm washed over you as soon as you felt him breed you, letting out a gasp, you threw your head back against your pillow.

Atsushi thrusted inside once more, watching as your mixed fluids emptied around him. Pulling out softly with a stutter of his hips, he whimpered from slight overstimulation. His thumb gently pushed his cum back inside, watching your filled heat pulsate.

He came back up to where you laid, your breath heavy after his frantic actions. He softly placed a kiss on your lips, feeling as you kissed him back. His heart filled with happiness, this all felt good.

“Sorry if I went hard on you. I love you. Let me run a bath and clean you off.” Atsushi whispered in your ear, planting kisses everywhere.

“I love you more.” You grinned, leaning into every kiss he placed, softly nodding your head at his bath proposal.

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REQUESTS

Hey guys, I wanna get back into writing, I accidentally gave up on kinktober because I was really busy so I apologize. PLEASE send in request, ill do anything as long as its in my guidelines !!

GUIDELINES/FANDOMS HERE

REMINDER: With x reader requests, please include gender or any specific plots etc in the request !! AND I will write ships also :)) again just be specific unless you want a completely random fic.. if that makes sense.

P.S: I rlly only write smut!!... so again if you request something that is suppose to be fluffy or angsty without smut, pls put that in ur request ANOTHER REMINDER: I check character ages and stuff, I will not write any kind of minors even if they are 17. I refuse.

[torpidx]

CRIMSON TRACES - Day nine

A/N: MY FIRST ENSTARS WORK... I legit had to finish this morning so it’s shorter then my other fics. Also I apologize if it seems rushed towards the end, I was running out of time.

Word Count: 998

Prompt: MARKING

Characters: Rei Sakuma

Contains: MARKING, SLEEPY SEX, THIGH FUCKING, NEEDY REI, BEGGING, BLOOD DRINKING ((Not detailed)).

Rei gently followed the contours of your peaceful form with his finger, captivated by the sound of your gentle breathing as you slumbered deeply. The simple act of sharing a bed with another person was an unfamiliar experience for him, it kept Rei wide awake throughout the night. Amazed at how effortlessly you could relax and sleep in the presence of another human being, unable to fathom the ease with which you embraced such closeness.

He was suppose to be sleeping over but instead here he was now kissing your neck, hearing your breath get deeper the harder he pressed, nipping at your soon to be broken skin. Once you woke up and gave him permission of course.

As your eyelids fluttered open, a mix of confusion and intrigue washed over you, accompanied by a delicate gasp that escaped your lips. You instinctively pressed your body closer to his, in the midst of the hazy realm between dreams and wakefulness.

"Rei," you murmured, your voice a mere breath, still heavy with the remnants of slumber. "What are you doing?"

“Relax, can I?” A gentle reassurance escaped his lips, accompanied by the tender touch of his hands resting firmly on your hips. He drew you closer, allowing his growing hardon to press against the curves of your backside. A soft whine escaped your lips, lost in contemplation, you nodded your head, granting him permission to do what he wanted.

His mouth eagerly took hold of your neck, leaving behind a trail of deep marks. The unexpected sensations prompted a cry to escape your lips, as your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, encouraging him to explore further. His fangs gently pierced your soft skin, introducing a hint of metallic richness to the mix, as your blood mingled within his mouth.

You squirmed beneath his touch, the sensation of his hands tenderly caressing your hips adding to the growing intensity. His clothed erection pressed against your ass, harshly, creating a delicious friction that sent shivers down your spine. A soft moan escaped his lips, a testament to the pleasure that coursed through his veins as he indulged in the taste of another patch of your skin.

“Please, want more.” He whimpered, kissing his bite marks that he left on your neck.

His eyelids fluttered closed, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that washed over him as he allowed your warmth to enter his body.

"Please," he pleaded, his voice sounded needy, longing for more. "I want more." He tenderly pressed his lips against the bite marks he had left on your neck, his hands coming down to his sweatpants that he wore, shoving them down just enough so that he can grab his dick.

“Mn, can I use your thighs, please, I want it so bad.” A soft whimper escaped his lips, his breath hot against your ear as he nibbled on your earlobe, sending tingles of pleasure down your spine. With a delicate touch, he teasingly brushed his erect member against the curve of your pressed thigh, his gasp betraying the overwhelming sensation of the velvety softness against his sensitive cock.

With a subtle movement, you lifted your leg ever so slightly, granting him access to rest his throbbing erection on the inviting curve of your thigh. You then enclosed his member between your thighs, creating a tight and tantalizing embrace for him.

Hearing his soft moans only made you tighten your legs more, feeling his hips slowly begin to move. His hands gripped onto your hips harder, watching him try not to lose control. Feeling his fangs caress your neck again, he bit into another chunk of flesh, making your eyes roll back soft tears prickling your eyes in the slightest of pleasure.

His thrusts grew faster. The slickness of his precum coated your thighs, adding a layer of moisture that heightened the sensations for the both of you. With each movement, the friction between your bodies intensified, creating a delicious combination of pleasure and desire that coursed through your veins.

His biting died down once again, moaning in your ear as he left kisses down your cheek and jaw, a trail of blood from his mouth coated where he kisses. His moans grew louder as you began to rock your hips into his, moving your thighs to give him extra please.

breathy moans of your name escaped his quivering lips, carrying the weight of both pleasure and vulnerability. The intensity of the pleasure his cock was receiving seemed to overwhelm him to the point of near-tears. His grip tightened that threatened to leave marks, a blend of pain and pleasure that you willingly embraced. While it caused a twinge of discomfort, you knew it was within your pain range.

The sight of his marks adorning your body ignited a primal satisfaction within Rei. They were a reminder to everyone else that you were his and he was definitely not willing to share you.

“I’m so close, darling.” He moaned out, feeling the knot tighten up in his tummy, feeling your movements speed up to ride him on his orgasm. his eyes rolled back with one final thrust, coating your thighs in all his cum.

As the intensity of the moment began to subside, his head found a place on your shoulder, seeking comfort and closeness. With a gentle withdrawal, his length slipped away from the warmth and softness of your thighs, eliciting a soft whine of longing and a quiver that reverberated through his body. He pressed a tender kiss upon your shoulder.

“Thank you so much.” He mumbled softly, his words laced with appreciation. Nuzzling his forehead against your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist, offering a gentle embrace, acknowledging the tender soreness that lingered all over your body.

“I apologize for going hard on you.” Hearing you softly laugh, you turned over and hugged his body close to yours, petting his head into your chest, You hugged him tight, both of you exhausted.

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SHATTERED REFLECTIONS - Day Seven

A/N: Some more character x character because i've been thinking about Thomato so much recently. Also I didnt fix my frammar so if it's badly written my bad its like... 12am and I'm tired.

Word Count: 1,933 Words

Prompt: DEGRADING

Characters: Thoma, Kamisato Ayato

Contains: DEGRADING, MIRROR SEX, BEGGING, BOTTOM THOMA, TOP AYATO, SLIGHT BREEDING KINK.

In the Kamisato estate, Thoma diligently carried out his daily cleaning duties as always, with a firm grip on a rag in one hand and evenly distributing a generous amount of cleaning solution onto the expansive bathroom mirror. Each servant was assigned different rooms in the huge estate.

By a stroke of luck, Thoma found himself tasked with cleaning Ayato's room. Currently, he was carefully working on the bathroom, tackling the relatively minor task of tidying up the mirror and floors. The level of dirtiness in the room was not particularly severe, but these specific areas required some attention to restore their cleanliness. Engrossed in his task, Thoma remained completely oblivious to the sound of the door opening, his focused determination on the job at hand preventing him from noticing any distractions, including someone entering the room.

"Thoma?" The sudden voice caught Thoma off guard, causing him to swiftly turn his head towards the door. Startled by the unexpected sound, his body instinctively tensed up, and his heart raced for a moment. However, as he saw Ayato standing in the doorway, a wave of relief washed over him, and he couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh, releasing the built-up tension.

"My lord, I apologize for not hearing your arrival," Thoma quickly apologized, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "Is there something you need?" he asked, eager to attend to Ayato's request or address any concerns he might have.

"No, I just didn't know who was in here," Ayato replied. Thoma raised an eyebrow at his response before turning his attention back to the counter, fixing some things that were out of place.

"It's just me, no need to worry," Thoma let out another laugh, watching as Ayato swiftly walked into the frame where Thoma could see him in the mirror.

Positioned directly behind Thoma, Ayato's hands swiftly wrapped around the ginger's body, gently caressing his lean and slender figure, which was clothed. In an instant, a rush of warmth flooded Thoma's cheeks, eliciting a surprised gasp that escaped his lips. Overwhelmed by the sensation, he instinctively lowered his head, allowing his eyes to gently shut as Ayato's hands continued their exploration across his torso, playfully venturing closer to his vulnerable spots.

"My... Lord, please not now... I'm cleaning up," Thoma pleaded, his voice filled with apprehension. Suddenly, a hand clasped around the back of Thoma's neck, forcefully pushing him down onto the counter. His cheek was pressed tightly against the chilly marble tile.

"It seemed like you were fooling around with my belongings," Ayato remarked, a gentle laugh escaping his lips. He pressed his hips firmly against Thoma's ass, earning a soft whimper from the man beneath him.

"I'm simply carrying out my duties," he murmured, his voice tinged with arousal. Ayato's hands tightened around Thoma's hips, applying a firm grip as their bodies pressed together. Thoma could feel the unmistakable hardness against his ass, causing a surge of heat to course throughout his body.

"I find myself in an unusually cheerful mood today, Thoma," Ayato whispered, his breath warm against Thoma's ear. “perhaps you’ll help me out?” Thoma's gaze fixated on the cloth that was placed beside his face, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he thought of his response, his own arousal growing in response to Ayato's enticing actions. Eventually, with a slow nod, Thoma surrendered to his desires, ready to assist Ayato.

"Strip down completely, I won't be holding back today," Ayato commanded, his words causing a tremor to run through Thoma's body. As Ayato released his firm grip on Thoma's form, Thoma watched him in the mirror, witnessing the hunger in Ayato's gaze as if he had stumbled upon his prey in the wilderness.

Thoma followed Ayato's demand, allowing his jacket to fall to the ground and removing his shirt, exposing his chest which bore the weight of a cold dog chain that hung around his neck. The chill air in the bathroom played with his nipples, coaxing them into stiffness. Thoma proceeded to remove the accessories that adorned his waist, undoing each one before unfastening his pants and letting them descend to the floor. His underwear remained the last item on his body. He teasingly lowered them past his ass, before finally discarding them onto the pile of clothes beneath him. Stepping out of the discarded garments, he kicked them aside and bent over the counter once more, his hand nonchalantly spreading one of his ass cheeks apart, stealing a glance back to witness the hunger growing in his eyes.

Ayato's lips moistened with anticipation as he unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to fall to the ground along with his boxers. His hands firmly grasped Thoma's asscheeks, parting them to expose his entrance. A well of saliva formed in Ayato's mouth, and without hesitation, he spat directly onto Thoma's opening. A mischievous grin adorned Ayato's face as he savored the raw, raspy sound that escaped Thoma's lips in response.

"Seems like someone is incredibly eager, aren't they, my little slut?" Ayato's words dripped with dominance, rolling off his tongue smoothly. Thoma's eyes rolled back in pleasure, feeling the cool trail of saliva trickling down his balls.

Ayato, driven by his sudden desire, brought a finger to Thoma’s entrance, lubricating it with his saliva. With a controlled yet purposeful motion, he pressed the slicked digit against his opening, gradually easing it inside and entering the tightness of his ass. Sending a wave of pleasure to the ginger’s core.

“Mm, your hole is so tight.” Ayato groaned appreciatively as Thoma's eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body. He instinctively pressed his backside against Ayato's finger, grinding against it in a desperate attempt to elicit even more pleasure.

"Does my bitch want more?" Thoma whimpered in response, his head nodding eagerly.

"Please," Thoma pleaded, his voice filled with need. "I want more, My lord." His thoughts built up by the actions from his partner, coursing throughout his body.

Ayato skillfully added another finger, sliding it alongside the first, working his way deeper into Thoma's ass. With a practiced motion, he scissored his fingers, purposefully targeting Thoma's sensitive prostate. The sudden stimulation caused Thoma to cry out, his voice a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensation. Tears welled up in his eyes, evidence of the ecstasy coursing through his body.

In an attempt to steady himself and find leverage for the heightened pleasure, Thoma lifted his leg, resting it against the countertop. His hands clutched the edges of the counter, seeking support and grounding amidst the intensity of the moment.

Ayato's fingers continued to curl and open Thoma, expertly targeting the sweet spots within him. Each movement sent waves of pleasure cascading through Thoma's body.

Suddenly, Ayato's grip tightened, his hand firmly grasping Thoma's hair, directing his gaze towards the reflection in the mirror. Thoma's face was flushed, his features puffy and disheveled, a clear testament to the pleasure he had already experienced from just two fingers.

"You look so naughty right now," Ayato whispered, his voice a seductive blend of dominance and desire. As he spoke, his fingers gradually slowed their pace, yet each deliberate thrust still managed to forcefully strike Thoma's sensitive prostate.

After a few more minutes of Ayato's forceful and pleasurable thrusts with his fingers, he withdrew them, causing Thoma to whimper and grind his hips in the air, desperate for more. Ayato's grip on Thoma's hips tightened, his own arousal evident as he firmly held the base of his erect member, brushing the tip teasingly against Thoma's entrance.

"How badly do you crave it? Beg for me, you filthy slut," Ayato taunted, he relished in the power he held over Thoma, his breath growing heavier with the pleasure derived from the tantalizing sensation of grinding his tip ever so slightly against Thoma's eager hole.

Thoma's puffy eyes locked onto Ayato's reflection in the mirror, brimming with longing and desperation. His voice trembled as he pleaded,

"I want it so badly, My lord. I'm willing to do anything for you. I need you right now."

A mischievous grin spread across Ayato's face, his satisfaction evident as he relished in Thoma's submissive plea. With a final surge of desire, Ayato pushed his engorged tip into Thoma's waiting entrance. A deep groan escaped Ayato's lips as Thoma instinctively tightened around him, his face expressing a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. Thoma's furrowed eyebrows softened, his features transforming into a blissful state as he was filled with the overwhelming pleasure of their union.

With a deliberate motion, Ayato continued to push forward, gradually sliding a few more inches into Thoma's welcoming depths. As he reached the point of complete penetration, Thoma's face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy. His mouth fell open, allowing a symphony of delightful sounds to escape.

Ayato savored the sight before him, watching Thoma's expressions of pure bliss, his face illuminated by the overwhelming sensations. The intimate connection between them reached its apex as Ayato filled Thoma completely.

“I feel myself moving inside.” He leaned down, whispering into Thoma’s ears feeling as he tightened up again with the words.

Thoma's hips eagerly met Ayato's deliberate and slow thrusts, a cascade of tears streaming down his cheeks as his prostate was repeatedly stimulated by Ayato's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and Thoma couldn't help but express the intensity of his pleasure through both his moans and the tears that flowed freely.

"I feel so full, My lord," Thoma gasped as Ayato's hand pressed down harshly on Thoma's stomach, adding an extra layer of sensation. As Ayato's thrusts quickened, Thoma's body responded by tightening around him, a natural reaction to the pleasure coursing through his body.

Ayato leaned in, his lips brushing against Thoma's ear as he whispered,

"I can feel myself moving inside you." The words sent a shiver down Thoma's spine, causing him to tighten even more around Ayato, the combination of his words and actions heightening the pleasure to new heights.

“I’m gonna cum….” Thoma's body quivered uncontrollably as a wave of pleasure surged through him. His stomach tightened, and he felt his eyes roll back in ecstasy as he released himself onto the smooth marble counter. Exhausted, he slumped over, completely spent. Ayato, undeterred by Thoma's climax, continued with desperarion, driven by the desperate moans escaping Thoma's lips.

He tightened his grip on Thoma's hair and hips, appreciating in the sensation of his partner's tightness. His own pleasure intensified, and he couldn't help but let out moans of his own. He yearned for his own release, longing to fill Thoma completely, like a vessel overflowing with his essence. The mere thought of witnessing his cum seep out of Thoma consumed his mind, becoming his sole focus. He was determined to leave his mark deep within Thoma, marking his insides with his own satisfaction.

With a final, powerful thrust, he unleashed the entirety of his release deep within Thoma's eager body. A desperate moan escaped his lips, his teeth grinding against each other in a mix of pleasure and intensity.

Without withdrawing from Thoma's intimate embrace, he leaned in close, his breath warm against Thoma's ear. In a hushed whisper, he shared words that only the two of them could hear.

“We aren’t finished until I fill you up like the cumslut you are.” He placed a gently kiss on Thoma’s soaking cheek.

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BOUND BY DESIRE - Day five

A/N: Day five, this one took me a week to do and it's not my greatest work... let's not talk abt it.

Word Count: 2,069 words

Prompt: BONDAGE

Characters: Alhaitham, Male Reader

Contains: BONDAGE ROPE, SLIGHT BEGGING, SUBMISSIVE TOP ALHAITHAM, POWER BOTTOM READER, MENTIONS OF MARKING, PET NAMES.

Alhaitham reclined in his plush armchair at his desk, his long legs entwined, while his gaze wandered across the worn pages of his book nestled in his hands. He found himself lost in his own world, the air filled with an eerie silence that made him feel oddly suspicious. It was quiet, disturbingly so. Kaveh had departed earlier, leaving him voided of the blonde's presence. Despite finding peace in the silence and moments of calmness when he was alone, away from the presence of others, his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a resounding knock on the door to his office.

"Come in," Alhaitham's voice reverberated through the room as he witnessed the door swing open and shut with your arrival. The stern expression on his face swiftly transformed into a gentle smile. "My dear, what brings you here?"

"Just wanted to pay you a visit," you replied, your eyes fixed on him as he set aside his book and attentively followed your movements as you circled around the room. While observing him, his elbow found a place on the armrest of the chair, and his palm cradled his cheek.

"Hmm? Are you certain that's the only reason? You tend to drop by when you want something," Alhaitham remarked, observing as your hands aimlessly explored the items on his desk, avoiding direct eye contact. A soft chuckle escaped your lips.

"Well, I suppose you're right," you admitted. Moving around the desk, you approached him and settled comfortably onto his lap, your arms loosely draping around his neck. "I got a little bored sitting at home, and I thought of an amazing idea."

"Mm, what is this... 'amazing' idea?" he whispered, his voice filled with confusion. Leaning in gently, you placed a soft kiss against his lips, savoring the taste of his mouth. The warmth of your kiss made you lean in closer to him, feeling his hands rest upon your hips.

As your lips parted, a mischievous grin played on your face, revealing the excitement bubbling within you. His eyebrow raised, intrigued by your straightforward actions. Alhaitham instinctively tightened his grip on your hips, drawing you closer to him.

You broke away from his grasp, your fingers gently trailing along his arm as you retreated. You could feel his curiosity radiating off him, his gaze fixated on you as you made your way towards the exit of his office. He stood up, brushing off the invisible dirt following behind you.

As you entered his room, your eyes landed on his bed, where a carefully arranged assortment of ropes awaited for the both of you. You took a seat on the edge of the bed, your fingers delicately tracing the soft texture of the ropes, feeling their smoothness against your skin.

You found yourself gazing up at the man who had just stepped into the room, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. As your eyes met, you couldn't help but chuckle at his expression that shifted from a casual look to sheer shock. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the unexpected sight before him.

"Do you want to try it?" you whispered, your voice laced with invitation. You watched as Alhaitham hesitantly took a step closer, his gaze locked with yours, his curiosity stirred. The air crackled with a certain excitement, as if the mere suggestion had awakened a hidden kink within him. You could already see his pants tightening with lust.

In the candlelit room, tension hung heavy in the air as you two stood face to face. A hushed whisper escaped your lips.

"Somebody's desperate," you murmured, your voice laced with longing, "take your clothes off and let me look at you." Alhaitham's heart skipped a beat, and a blush crept up his cheeks, causing his breath to hitch. Your words sent an electric jolt through his body, awakening a shy side that only you got to see. You couldn't tear your gaze away from his lust-filled eyes.

A shiver ran down his spine as he let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling with anticipation as he worked to remove his clothes. The room seemed to alternate between sultry heat and a cool breeze, heightening the sensations coursing through his body.

His gaze locked with yours, filled with longing and a hint of vulnerability. A silent invitation passed between you, and you patted your lap, a gesture that sent a jolt of excitement through him. He took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest, and then slowly lowered himself onto your lap.

Your finger danced teasingly down his spine, tracing a path that sent shivers coursing through his body, causing his face to scrunch up in pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed, surrendering himself to the softness of your touch.

You leaned over, reaching for the rope that laid beside the two of you. With careful movements, you unraveled it. Your voice was soft, yet firm, as you spoke words of reassurance.

"Are you ready?" you asked, your gaze locked with Alhaitham's, ensuring that he heard your words. "if you don't feel comfortable or if you want to stop, remember the safe word." you reminded him. A small nod from Alhaitham showed that he understood. It was a silent affirmation that spoke to the comfort of both of you. With a tender smile, you closed the distance between you, leaning in to press a small kiss against his lips.

Confidently yet tenderly, you grasped Alhaitham's arms, gently guiding them behind his back. His muscles subtly tensed, a quiver of desire running through him as he yielded to your touch.

With skilled precision, your careful hands embraced his wrists with the unwound rope, skillfully tying a knot that nestled snugly in the middle of his back. Each deliberate twist and turn of the rope evoked a wave of excitement that electrified both of you.

The soft rope continued up his back, tracing a path along his spine and encircling his shoulders, creating a graceful display of intricate twists and careful positioning. It embraced Alhaitham's physique as it descended his chest, intensifying the sensations, the rope's texture tenderly caressing his heated skin.

"Beautiful," you appreciate, a grin spreading across your face as you admire your craftsmanship. You lean in, your lips meeting his nipples, your tongue sensually gliding against one while teasing the other with playful manipulation. As you hear soft whimpers escaping from him, a wider grin forms on your face. Delicately, you nibble on one of his erect buds, causing his back to arch in response to the unexpected sensation.

Swiftly shifting positions, you settle yourself on his lap, while he reclines against the plush blankets. Your ass presses against his clothed dick as you skillfully grind against it, eliciting adorable sounds of pleasure from him. Chuckling playfully, you slowly and teasingly remove your top, letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes lock with his, a hint of mischief dancing within them as you reveal more of your naked form. The sight of your bared skin and the alluring curves of your body cause his hips to gently rut against your ass, making your eyebrow raise.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you assert, "I'm the one in control, Darling." Your finger gracefully traces a path down his chest, leaving a tantalizing trail before delicately teasing one of his sensitive nipples. The gentle touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through Alhaitham's body as you watch him squirm.

You sit up, slowly removing your pants and underwear, revealing your entire naked body. Taking a moment to savor the anticipation in the room, you spit into the palm of your hand, creating a slick lubrication. With a seductive smile, you tease your own entrance, relishing in the sensation before moaning softly, the sound of pleasure escaping your lips.

Eyes closed in ecstasy, you gradually insert two fingers, skillfully seeking out your prostate with each deliberate movement. The pleasure intensifies as you work your fingers in and out, your body responding with sighs of satisfaction. Alhaitham's breathing grows heavier, his eyes widening as he watches you, captivated by the intimate display unfolding before him, surprised by your sudden actions.

After a few minutes of pleasuring yourself, you withdraw your fingers, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. Shifting your attention to Alhaitham, you deftly tug down his underwear, exposing his throbbing tip. With a teasing touch, you caress his sensitive tip, feeling the slickness of his arousal. Gently, you dip your finger into the tender slit, eliciting a profound reaction from him. His eyes roll back in pleasure, and his whimpering evolves into a chorus of soft moans, the intensity of his pleasure growing with each tantalizing movement.

"Does that feel good?" you lean in, watching him nod eagerly and placing a kiss on his lips to convey your approval. As the room fills with the sound of your combined moans, you continue to stroke him, alternating between slow, teasing movements and firm, purposeful grips.

Alhaitham's body arches against yours, his hips moving in sync with your touch. The pleasure builds within him, his breathing growing ragged, and his muscles tensing in anticipation. Sensing his nearing climax, you release your grip, denying him the release he so desperately craves.

A whimper of frustration escapes his lips, his eyes pleading with you for release. You smile knowingly, enjoying the power you hold over him. "Patience, my love," you whisper, your voice dripping with desire. "We're only just getting started."

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you shift your position, straddling Alhaitham's hips. Your dick presses against his stomach, a soft moan leaving your lips as you press your ass against his throbbing cock, teasing him with the promise of pleasure.

"Do you want it? Show me how badly you want it," you say, eliciting a whimper from him as his eyes softly close.

"Fuck, I want you so bad. Please, I want to be inside you," he pleads. Satisfied with his words, you slowly lower yourself onto his dick, whimpering as he stretches your insides, savoring the sensation of his hardness pressing against your prostate.

As you let him stretch your entrance, you pause briefly to catch your breath before proceeding at a deliberately slow tempo, grinning at the sight of his face contorting with immediate delight.

Alhaitham's hands, still bound behind his back, clench into fists as he surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body. His head falls back, exposing his neck to you, an invitation that you eagerly accept. Your lips find the sensitive skin of his throat, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and gentle bites, marking him as yours.

Your hips speed up, intensifying the rhythm of your movements. Your moans reverberate against his neck as you continue to leave a trail of marks along it, hearing the sound of your name escaping his lips in a breathy moan. The friction between your hips grows as you grind against each other, your precum dispersing across his stomach.

Your bodies move in perfect harmony, his hips clashing with yours as he continues to hit your pleasure spots. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the symphony of your moans fill the air, driving you closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum..." he moans out, his head rolling back once again as his hands continue to fight against the soft rope tied around them. You nod in agreement as you desperately thrust downwards, both reaching the peak of pleasure, your bodies convulsing in ecstasy. The knot in your stomach finally comes undone, and you cum all over his stomach.

His cum fills your insides, painting you white and making your stomach feel even fuller. Finally, your hips lift upwards, his cum dripping out of your hole, leaving you breathless and spent.

As your breathing slows and your heart rates return to normal, you untie the ropes that bound Alhaitham's hands, freeing him from his restraints. He stretches his arms, a contented smile playing on his lips. You lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you for trying this out for me," you whisper softly, leaning your sweaty body against his, snuggling your face into his chest.

"I'd do anything for you, darling," Alhaitham's arms wrap around your soft body, and he places a small kiss on top of your head.

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SECOND SKIN - Day three

A/N: I forgot to mention that Angel's latex suit has wing holes!! So don't get confused if he just shoved his wings into the suit... he didnt. BUT HERES DAY THREE <33 WOOHOO

Word count: 1,909

Prompt: LATEX

Characters: Angel Devil, Aki Hayakawa.

Contains: PET NAMES, SUB ANGEL DEVIL, DOM AKI HAYAKAWA, FTM ANGEL DEVIL, LATEX SUIT, LATEX GLOVES, FINGERING, RUINED ORGASM ((Happens once)), UNINTENTIONAL FORCED ORGASM, HAIR PULLING, SPANKING.

"Are you sure this will work?" Angel's voice was gentle as he cast a downward glance, his eyes fixating on the latex suit that clung to his body. The peculiar sensation it brought was weird, not to mention the very obvious hole that was open around his crotch, allowing the cool air of the room to caress it.

"Only one way to find out. Come closer," Aki said, perched on the edge of his bed. He moved his hand in the air, beckoning the devil to approach him, observing Angel's nervous steps towards him. His arms instinctively hesitated before firmly gripping the ginger's waist.

Aki remained in the suit he typically wore to work, relying on the protection of the latex gloves he had put on earlier, while Angel changed in the bathroom. The sensation of latex against latex was intriguing, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Aki's hand traveled up Angel's chest, lightly brushing against the hard nipple that peeked through the suit. Angel stood there, delicately biting his lower lip, emitting a soft gasp.

A rush of happiness washed over Aki's voice as he whispered, "I'm so happy to finally be touching you, my dear." His cheeks flushed with a soft pink tint.

Angel's head bobbed in a gentle nod, acknowledging Aki's words, as his body instinctively leaned into the touch of the devil hunter's fingers. A mixture of nervousness and anticipation swirled within him, creating a fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach. Aki's fingers teasingly caressed and circled his nipple through the latex, the material's unique texture generating a simulated warmth that sent shivers coursing throughout Angel.

A rush of arousal shot through the ginger's body, causing wetness to trickle down his thighs, moistening the latex that clung to his skin. With his gloved hand, he firmly grasped Aki's gloved hand, skillfully guiding his touch downward. Aki's face filled with confusion before he realized what the other was asking him to do. His fingers glided over the wetness of Angel's slit, his eyes fixated on Angel's closed ones before moving down to gaze at his mouth, envisioning those pretty lips wrapped around his cock. The idea made his erection throb against his tight pants.

Delicately, his finger traced circles around his sensitive bud, eliciting a soft, pleasurable moan from his partner's lips. Swallowing audibly, he continued the teasing motion, circling and stimulating his clit with increasing intensity. Each rotation sent waves of pleasure rippling through Angel's body, heightening his arousal. Craving more stimulation, his hips instinctively began to grind against Aki's hand with increasing speed. The pace of his movements quickened, intensifying the friction as he was brought to great pleasure.

Finally, Aki slipped a finger into Angel's entrance, skillfully curling his digit upwards in search of the other's pleasure spot. The sudden feeling of Aki's fingers caused Angel's body to tense, a mixture of surprise and pleasure coursing through him. With a soft whimper, his hips bucked forward, seeking more. His gloved hands found purchase on Aki's shoulders, gripping tightly as waves of bliss began to wash over him.

Aki's fingers continued to stimulate Angel's drenched core, finally finding his sensitive spot. The chorus of moans escaping Angel's lips grew louder and more eager with each precise hit against his G-spot. Just as the pleasure was about to peak, Aki abruptly halted his movements, hearing the sound of Angel's frustrated whines, denying him the continued pleasure he had been craving.

Suddenly, two additional fingers entered his tight entrance, causing him to emit a wincing sound of discomfort. A gloved hand tenderly caressed his face, gently shushing him in an attempt to offer comfort.

"I'm sorry," Aki's voice murmured, filled with reassurance. "It will only be painful for a few seconds. I'm just trying to loosen you up." His voice attempted to soothe the ginger's pained whimpers, while soft tears welled up and trickled down Angel's closed eyes, as he tried to calm down with the still fingers deep inside him.

Once Angel's body had gradually settled, Aki cautiously resumed the motion of his three fingers, easing them in and out of him with a slow pace. His eyes fixated on Angel's reactions, observing his body's response and the sounds that escaped his lips, while being careful not to cause any harm. Aki maintained a gentle pace, ensuring that each movement brought pleasure and comfort. As Angel's pained whimpers slowly subsided, they were quickly replaced by soft moans of pleasure. Angel resumed grinding his hips against Aki's fingers, surrendering to the pleasure that quickly built up in his stomach once again.

With the movements from Angel's hips, Aki increased the speed of his fingers, consistently hitting his sensitive spots. His thumb circled Angel's clit, feeling the ginger's arousal building up once again. Angel's body tensed up as he rode Aki's fingers at this point.

Angel's hips moved with desperate yearning, craving more and more pleasure from Aki's skilled touch. Sensing his lover's desire, Aki responded by quickening the rhythm of his fingers, skillfully navigating Angel's most sensitive areas, eliciting gasps and moans of delight. Aki's thumb circled Angel's clit, intensifying the pleasure that coursed through the ginger's body. With each thrust of Aki's fingers, Angel's arousal tightened in his stomach, his breath growing heavy with anticipation as he surrendered himself to the waves of pleasure. The climax built within Angel, the knot in his stomach bringing him closer to the edge.

At the peak of his pleasure, Angel's voice reverberated throughout the room with a passionate cry, his body riding Aki's fingers until his release. Warmth surged within him as he climaxed, coating Aki's fingers with his wetness. Aki continued to move his fingers, guiding him through the waves of his orgasm, leaving Angel breathless.

With a swift motion, Aki withdrew his finger from Angel's quivering entrance, eliciting a whimper of longing from the ginger. Rising to his feet, Aki made his way to the bedside table, a glimmer of lust filling his eyes. He opened the drawer, unveiling a stash of lube and a box of condoms nestled inside.

"Get on your knees and arch your back for me," Aki commanded, his voice laced with desire. He watched with a heated gaze as the ginger obediently positioned himself on the bed, his form presenting a tempting sight. With knees planted firmly on the mattress, Angel gracefully arched his back, lifting his ass in the air. His face nestled against the plush velvet blankets. Aki's pulse quickened as he observed his partner obeying him. His eyes roamed all over Angel's submissive posture, from the slight wiggle of his hips in anticipation to the subtle movements of his body caused by his ragged breathing.

He reached out for the lube and opened the box of condoms, pulling one out. His eyes locked onto Angel as he positioned himself closely behind. Unbuttoning his pants and slowly lowering the zipper, he sent shivers of anticipation down Angel's spine. With care, he lowered his pants, revealing just enough to release his throbbing, fully erect cock, ready for the pleasure that awaited them both.

With a trembling hand, he tore open the condom packet, feeling the surge of suspense coursing through his veins. Carefully, he unrolled the latex protection down the base of his cock, ensuring a snug fit that promised safety. His fingers trembled with eagerness as he unscrewed the cap of the lube, allowing the cool liquid to pool onto his waiting palm. A generous amount coated his fingers.

He carefully coated his throbbing dick with the slick lubricant, ensuring his 7-inch cock was fully covered, mindful of Angel's comfort. The sensation of his own hand gliding along his glistening shaft sent shivers through his body, pleasure building with each stroke. Guiding himself towards Angel, he positioned his slicked tip at the entrance of his partner's warmth, his heart racing with a mix of desire and nervousness. Sliding his erection up and down Angel's welcoming slit, a delightful tremor of pleasure rushed through his body before finally pushing past Angel's entrance. A shaky whimper escaped Aki's lips as the ginger in front of him tensed up with a mix of pain and pleasure.

His hands caressed Angel's hips, silently conveying an apology. As he pushed a few more inches inside, Angel let out a pained whimper. Aki slowed his movements, giving Angel a moment to breathe and allowing his body to adjust and find comfort once again.

As Angel's body eased into relaxation, Aki gently pressed his hardened dick further inside, fully bottoming out. Aki couldn't help but release a pleasurable moan, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, Darling," Aki spoke as Angel gasped, his body tensing in response to the words. He felt full and a warm fuzziness spread throughout him, as if every inch of his being was consumed by the devil hunter's generous size. It wasn't overly thick or too slender, but just the perfect fit, effortlessly hitting all the sweet spots.

With his head thrown back, Aki withdrew his dick achingly slow, teasingly grazing Angel's entrance with just the tip. Then, in a sudden rush, he thrust back into Angel's tightness with force. Angel buried his head deeper into the softness of the blankets, a passionate moan escaping his lips. His back arched, seeking more of the mind-blowing pleasure. The friction of his nipples against the smooth latex heightened his sensations, sending waves of stimulation throughout his body.

"God, you're so tight," Aki whimpered, his thrusts going even deeper, each stroke grazing Angel's sensitive spot with precision. His body leaned over Angel's, his hand entwined in a handful of hair, pulling Angel's head up from the plush blankets. The ginger clenched tightly around Aki's length, a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensation causing tears to trickle down his flushed cheeks.

The intensity of Aki's thrusts escalated with each movement. His desire for Angel consumed him, his breath hitching in anticipation. Their combined scents filled the room, Aki's hair sticking to his forehead as he felt the heat radiating from Angel's body through the latex. Angel, lost in ecstasy, experienced the pleasurable ache blended with a hint of pain, creating an intoxicating sensation that sent shivers down his spine. His body craved Aki's roughness, yearning for more of the overwhelming pleasure that only his boyfriend could provide.

Angel's senses were overwhelmed by pleasure. Each deep penetration sent shockwaves of heat radiating through his body, the pressure against his inner walls driving him to the edge. Every moan that escaped his lips grew higher, the knot in his stomach building up.

As Aki let go of Angel's hair, his hand rose in the air and came down forcefully against Angel's ass, eliciting a pleasurable clench and a loud cry from his partner. With the slap, a knot formed in Angel's stomach, and he released his orgasm with another cry. Aki's rhythmic thrusts faltered momentarily as he succumbed to overwhelming pleasure, filling the condom.

Aki pulled out of Angel, removed the condom, and tied it up before disposing of it along with the latex gloves on his hands.

"Angel... Take that off, I'm going to run you a bath," Aki said. Angel's tired body fell against the bed, responding with a soft noise, listening to Aki's footsteps fading into another room. A soft smile formed on his lips as he rubbed his face against the soft blankets, allowing his body to rest before the bath.

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BY THE DOCKS - Day one

A/N: DAY ONE OF KINKTOBER !! Dude, this is my first time writing Beidou so I hope its okay. Honestly I had a lot of fun writing this !! <33

Word count: 1,048 words

Prompt: PUBLIC SEX

Characters: Beidou (Genshin Impact) , Female reader

Contains: PUBLIC SEX, FEMALE READER, DOM BEIDOU, PET NAMES, MULITPLE ORGASMS, CUNNILINGUS (oral), FINGERING, BOAT SEX.

Beidou gazed deeply into your eyes, a small smirk forming on her lips as she held you close. The sun was gradually descending on the horizon, and a gentle ocean breeze brought the scent of the sea right to your nose. You were standing together on the decks that led right to Beidou's boat, her hand intertwined with yours.

”Do you really have to go?” You emitted a soft whine, tilting your head to the side while gazing at her. A slight chuckle slipped from her mouth as she gently squeezed your hand, playfully replying.

”Mm, yes, I’m gonna miss you.” A gentle hand slid around your waist, and her tender lips pressed firmly against yours. Your hands lazily rose and encircled her neck. Beidou's body melded against yours, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. Her grin widened upon hearing the pleasurable sound you made, and she pulled away from the kiss.

”You make me wanna stay when you make those sounds, sweetheart.” You sensed her hands release your hips, only to firmly grasp your ass cheeks. Your eyes closed, and you rested your head against her clothed chest. Your body reacted, a soft squeak left your lips from the sudden contact.

"Fuck," you whispered softly, delicately nibbling on your bottom lip. "You can't do that." Another laughter escaped her lips as she firmly squeezed your ass.

“And why the fuck not, this ass is mine.” Raising your head from her chest, you sealed another kiss on her lips in an intense and messy manor. The roughness didn't matter; all you wanted was to keep her here for a bit longer. Unexpectedly, she bit down on your lower lip, and the metallic taste of iron flooded your mouth as she resumed the forceful kiss. Her tongue explored the depths of your mouth, leaving a soft tingling feeling in the lower parts of your belly. Your moans melded with hers, as your bodies moved together.

Breaking away from the kiss, Beidou released her grip on your ass and swiftly took hold of your hand, leading you towards the deck of her boat.

“Lay down and take your pants off,” Her eyes widen in excitement, arms crossing over her chest before resuming her sentence. “Since you wanna be a little brat, why don’t I give you a little parting gift.”

Feeling a surge of nervousness, you swallowed anxiously, shyly removing your pants and reclining on the deck. Your legs parted, revealing the wetness that had already begun to seep on your underwear, feeling her gaze all over your half naked body.

“Someone’s a little needy, did you get wet just from a kiss?” Descending to her knees, she positioned her hands on your knees, her gaze fixed on your wet panties. Slowly, her hands glided down your thighs, offering gentle squeezes along the way. With teasing intent, her thumbs hooked the sides of your underwear, gradually removing them, earning an impatient whine from you.

“What if someone comes?” With nervous tone in your voice, the feeling of being caught in the act of fucking on your girlfriend's boat sent a thrilling sensation coursing through your body. It caused your pussy to throb, sending chills down your back as the breeze hit against your heat. You watched as Beidou’s eyebrow raised, her hand suddenly cupping your pussy.

“The only one cumming is you, sweetheart.” As your head tilts back, you support your body with your elbows, while her fingers delicately tease your sensitive area, skillfully targeting your most pleasurable spots. Your moans only fuel her on, encouraging her to continue. With her free hand, she lifts your shirt just above your breasts, providing a gentle squeeze to one of them. She lifts her fingers up, inspecting the wetness that covered her fingers.

“I barely even touched you and you’re dripping, you’re so cute.” Her fingers descended again, this time lightly poking at your entrance before slipping one finger inside. Your elbows gave way, causing your legs to spread wider as your back met the firm wood beneath you. Your body quivered in response, and your moans grew louder as she skillfully stimulated your G-spot with gentle touches. Your hips instinctively grind against her finger.

With a gentle motion, she inserted a second finger and skillfully used a scissoring motion inside you, gradually picking up the pace as she observed your face unraveling in pleasure. Her other hand, previously resting on your breast, slipped beneath the fabric and wire, giving your breast a firmer squeeze, causing your body to jolt in response.

“I’m gonna cum.” You moaned aloud, grinding your hips against her fingers. Sensing the tightening of your inner muscles, she increased her pace, assisting you as you reached your first orgasm. As you come down from your high, her fingers dipped out of your dripping hole, smirking up at your exhausted looking face.

“You don’t think we’re done do you, sweetheart? You know one round doesn't satisfy me.” Whispering into your ear, she proceeded to trail gentle kisses down your stomach, earning another groan from your lips. As her face hovers near your pussy, she releases a gentle breath, observing your body twitch and tense in response. Her tongue presses flat against your clit, causing you to emit a soft whimper, as the sensitivity intensifies following your recent climax. Obtaining the desired reaction she wanted from you, she enveloped your sensitive clit with her mouth, teasingly licking it with her tongue. Watching you squirm around on the firm wood below the both of you, your hands instinctively ventured towards her hair, gently pressing her face closer, allowing you to grind against it. The pleasure building up quickly in your stomach again, her tongue dragging up and down your slit, circling your clit each time.

As your body tensed up, you came all over her face, lapping up all your juices. Sitting up, she licks her lips wiping away the wetness on her chin. Gently bringing her face to yours, she presses a small kiss to your lips, tasting yourself on her lips.

"Are you satisfied, my dear?” You responded with a small tired nod, her kisses moved to your cheeks and jawline.

“I love you.” You softly say, your voice breaking. A small smile lightened up her face.

“I love you more.”

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{ KINKTOBER 2023 }

NOTE: Kinktober is just around the corner and ykw I haven't been writing anything recently SO I thought this was the perfect opportunity to write for you guys <33

I'll be deciding characters along the way as I go so I wont be revealing who until the day comes!! But I'll let you guys know that It'll be different characters from fandoms, it might be from the same fandom diff characters DEPENDS ON MY MOOD!

You'll notice that theres 2-4 prompts every week, it's just so I can take a little break inbetween writing :>

THATS ALL!!! HAPPY KINKTOBER EVERYONE <3

LIST DOWNBELOW ;

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I need abby to make me cry (in a good way)

A/N: Quick story <33 idk if I did Abby well but you ask and you shall receive. Hope you enjoy. CHARACTER(S) : Abby Anderson CONTAINS : Car sex, Female reader, Dom!abby, sub!reader, Cunnilingus, fingering, Petnames.

 Abby let out breathy gasps, her hand resting on the top of your head. The position you guys were in was.. a bit uncomfortable. She laid sprawled out in the backseat of your guy's car, You had her underwear parted to the side as you got her all nice and ready for you, your tongue gently circled her clit, your hands gripped her hips getting her all nice and ready. Her hips gently bucked up into you, trying to gather the most of the pleasure, her hand petting your head softly giving off the impression you were doing a good job.

Before getting to finish her off, you felt a hard grip on your chin being pulled up into a deep kiss with the girl underneath you, your tongues moved passionately against each other your hands that were originally placed at her hips now resting on her cheeks, she gently changed positions so that she was on top. Your back against the cars seats now, you felt her hands go under your legs, pulling you down into a lying position, her kisses moved down your neck creating soft marks and gasps left your lips. You felt your panties getting soaked at her rough but soft movements, her right hand slipped into your underwear, teasing your wet entrance. Your hands wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to your body soft moans filled her ears as she pushed her rough fingers inside of you, Your tummy felt full with just her two fingers deep, caressing all of your gummy walls reaching all of your sensitive bits, she knew all of the places that made you want to cry out in pleasure, your hips wriggled around trying to chase an orgasm but she purposely kept slowing down and speeding up, you could just feel a smirk on her face knowing you weren't getting anywhere. “Poor baby..” Her voice made you let out a soft cry, almost begging “You want me that bad?” A desperate nod of your head made her laugh, kissing your slight pink lips.

Abby moved her body down, slipping your panties down and tossed them onto the floor of the car, her fingers left your body, your eyes stared down at her as she softly blew on your clit, watching your face scrunch up and your body shivered at the strange contact. “Arent you just the cutest.” Her tongue slipped up your slit, you threw your head back a staggered moan escaped out from your mouth, her fingers slipped their back way into your hole, quickly moving in and out hitting against your sensitive spot over and over again, your legs opened wide as your thoughts left your mind at the amazing pleasure you were gaining from her tongue circling around your clit and her rough thick fingers just stretching you out in the best way possible, your hips basically riding her face as you tried to make the feeling more intense, your lip quivered with all the feeling going to your stomach. “I’m so close, abby…” You mutter softly as you felt her go quicker with her movements, adding a third finger. This made you go wild, you never felt more stretched out in your life. The feeling of being so filled made your mind run dry as a sudden orgasm spilled from your gut, your final moan filled Abby’s ears as your hips slowed down. You felt her fingers and face back away from your cunt, her lips crashing onto yours as you heard her say. “We arent done yet, sweetheart. That was just the beginning.”

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I need some makeup sex with ghost RN bae.

Simon (Ghost) Riley x Reader

A gift to all you MW fiends.

Explicit content ahead!

Warnings: Swearing, choking, mentions of reader almost dying, creampie.

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“S-Simon-“

Your voice shook and stuttered as Ghost rutted into you, the table creaking and shaking under the force of his thrusts. Your head was spinning, you could feel your wetness smearing across your aching thighs at the mercy of his thrusts and his shaky breath as he did so. His hand gripping your shoulder kept you locked in place against the table as he took his frustrations out on you.

“Where’s that filthy mouth of yours gone, love? You were swearing like a sailor a minute ago.” His words sent a rush of anger through you, your arms coming to push yourself up from the table. You went nowhere. “Fuck you- shit-“ You squealed when Simon’s cock grazed your g-spot, the man laughing as he leaned over you, pressing his lips to your ear. “There it is.”

He pushed you further up the table, your toes barely being able to touch the ground as your thighs shook relentlessly. “Don’t fucking act like- ah you didn’t s-start it.” You stuttered out, the fight never leaving you despite the compromising position you were in. You felt his hand snake into your hair, and you let out a yelp when he pulled you up to his chest, his hand winding around to your throat.

“I’m not the one who threw themselves out of a Humvee.” He whispered, his hand tightening around your throat. Simons hand effectively cut off any argument you were going to make, the only noise coming out of you being choked moans and squeals as Ghost worked you towards your release.

Your head grew fuzzy with the lack of oxygen, the only thought making it through your brain was how good Ghost felt filling you up and how much longer he was going to have you bent over this table. You gulped down a mouthful of air when he finally released your windpipe, the rush of blood to your head making your mind feel cloudy and dizzy.

Ghost sped up his thrusts and you collapsed back onto the table, his hand reaching around to rub tight circles into your clit. Your breathing became more ragged as the pressure increased, Simon becoming eerily quiet as he watched you quake and moan over his cock.

He desperately tried to burn your image into his memory, the sight of you throwing yourself out of the Humvee constantly replaying in his mind, reminding him that at any given moment you could be ripped away from him. He carved every movement, every sound, every shudder into his brain so he couldn’t- wouldn’t forget.

You held the table in a white-knuckle grip as your core exploded, searing hot pleasure flashing through you as you choked over your own moans, tears welling in your eyes. You had no choice but to let your release ripple through you, Ghost letting out a groan as you tightened around him.

Simon let out a choked curse, rutting into you a few more times before cumming inside you, painting your walls white. You were still trembling as you came down from your high, the only sound in the room being yours and Ghost’s ragged breathing.

You leaned your forehead on the table, a wave of guilt passing over you. “I’m sorry.” You said, feeling Ghost rub his hands up and down your back, releasing the tension. He hummed, brushing the sweaty hair out of your face.

“It’s okay. Let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart.”