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I've lost my charm

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My hands gonna be outta commission for a few days now that I’ve stumbled upon these

I jorked myself silly to these.

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Thus selfcest

I took a delicious nap

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bib get out of my dms and go update lucky im starved.

Okay mama... 🫩💔

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You're so delicious. I mean that's so delicious. The eggs. I actually don't like eggs much but still

Johan is awesome. He's sad, he's tragic. He's everything to me. Wish we got to see more of him.

Umm I don't know him but I'd like to get to know him 🤭🙏

You like everything I like I think we should make outnwkskdodc omg... How do you like your eggs? Do you like eggs?

omg im already outside pooks 👅👅

AND UMUM i like them sunny side up or poached !!

fdhdhfjsj u have no idea how happy i was seeing ur fandoms i had to grip my pillow in shock bc ive never met someone who liked both sakadays n lookism !! I LOVE GOO he is so funny i also like johan and seongji yuk.. i do not believe you would know him but he is very pretty 🤭

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OMGG I JUST SAW YOUR SFW BLOG !! u read lookism n hell’s paradise too u have no idea how happy i am 🩵🩵 who are ur favorite characters ??

Lily. You can't just ask this and not expect a rant.

So, lookism. I haven't read it after daniel and the other randos rescued him from his crazed uncle.

I tune in at times and wonder why they look like every other character. Like. Why are they built like that. ESPECIALLY THE WOMEN. ITS EITHER A BIG CHEST, CRAZY INVISIBLE WAIST, downright scary 'ugly' women are either big or extremely skinny. How do you expect a woman with fat on their chest to not have fat anywhere else???

But maybe that's all part of the plot. It is about looks but I can't deny that it puts me in a mood

Originally, my favorite character was goo. Right off the bat. He's a stupid genius. But then Jay came into the picture, and I was like in awe. He's a real one. I love real ones. He tries.

But then I see goo and I go goo goo gaga and fall in love all over again. So Jay and goo are my favorites

Shion. I watched the anime with my siblings and we just kept giggling when he appeared so I associate his character with good things

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Wow you guys really love birthday sex 😲

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Sometimes… I have a strong urge to fuck a character stupid until they’re whimpering and babbling incoherent sentences. But. But other times… I have have the desperate urge to be a person who sits on the couch at the side of the room, watching character A fucking character B into a stupid mess, while they’re both hyper aware of the eyes on them and it gets them all flustered and riled up and looking up mid-fuck with pathetic teary eyes, practically begging for approval.

…No. I’m not ovulating. Unless I have been for 2 months now fml.

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Something something birthday sex with chihiro something something praise kink calling him a good boy something something, spoiling him bc it’s his birthday something something he feels like he doesn’t deserve you something something

His birthday is August 11! Hbd my pretty boy

❛ #EATHIM! KAGURABACHI

────────── he's so cute speechless and red, you could just eat him up .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤿ pairings. chihiro rokuhira x gn reader

⤿ contents. sub character, dry humping but that's not the focal part, praising, body worship. this contains mature content, read at your discretion.

⤿ thoughts. mmm his scar is so delicious

A doll. That's what he is. Irresistible and impossible to deny even if you looked away from the sight of him sprawled out beneath you, lips bruised by the ministrations done to him.

He loves your kisses. Lips constantly pressing together whenever he could have you. He isn't all that bad at it either. Obedient and learning.

Oh, he's such a great student too.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Chihiro." You roll your hips lightly over his clothed cock, preening at his reaction. He jolts slightly, breathing harshly through his nostrils, his chest rising and falling deeply. "Haaah-- you're so well behaved. So good. Every time I see you I get filled with this overwhelming urge to love you."

His fingers curl around the fabric of your bed sheets. When he decides he can no longer keep his gaze on you, he throws an arm over himself to shy away from your intense stare.

You look at him with adoration.

Something he doesn't quite know how to react to.

Unfiltered love that heats him so horribly, if he were to look in the mirror, he'd understand why you make sure to keep your hands cold to press them to his cheeks in an attempt to cool him down.

"...Thank you, [name]," He nods once, slowly and appreciative but, barely with you. His head is filled with a song he can't recognize. A feeling he knows very little about yet his heart beats erratically with joy that you're here to help him explore that melody.

You giggle at him before prying his arm away from his face, he resists with a shake, "Can I see you again?"

Chihiro blinks rapidly, lashes fluttering against each other like he's trying to blink away tears from his sight, "it's embarrassing..."

"This?"

With him, you've got to be aware of his every subtle move. Attention to detail is great to have. You've got to understand him like no other and times like this mean he'll be vulnerable. Open to every insecurity pushed deep inside to protect himself.

He shakes his head 'no'.

"...You?" When he doesn't immediately respond, you've got your answer. You gently prod at his arm, "Why is that?"

He allows you to remove his arm with such timidity, you're afraid to scare him away.

He looks the other way, shifting his face so his scar hides away in the pillow beneath his head. And you've found another silent answer.

Something too prominent, impossible to ignore — the so thought nasty thing etched into his skin. Sure, his face is littered with scratches, smaller scars that may fade away with time, but that thing can never. Not if he cuts the skin off, not the memory, not the hatred bought with it.

It's a constant reminder of him and his revenge.

He grows uncomfortable when your eyes linger too long on his scar. When he's eating and you're sitting on the wrong side, watching him munch on the food you prepared for him.

He's ugly.

But it's like you don't see it. Don't acknowledge it. Like it's not even there.

"On the contrary, Chihiro," You lean down, purposefully bumping your groin against his and sighing when you feel him twitching at the sheer pleasure overwhelming his being. "I find it adds to your beauty."

He watches curiously as you bring your face closer to his, eyes flickering down to your lips. Will you kiss him? He wonders. He hopes so.

It's not quite what you do.

Your lips hover over his, brushing ever so gently against his before swooping above to the side of his face and planting a kiss over his scar, that bumpy texture is a surprisingly nice sensation.

He gasps lightly.

"It's," kiss "beautiful." mwah "handsome, you're so handsome," and another kiss.

Chihiro startles when he feels your wet tongue lick the edges of his scar. He squirms uncontrollably, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"I can't even begin to describe it myself."

Your hot breath hits his face as you drag your tongue to the very top of the wound before sliding back down to his cheekbone. His mouth falls open, hips twitching into yours, panting into the heated air when he feels your teeth nibble on the sensitive skin.

He didn't expect this.

He didn't think the side of his head could pound with eagerness for more.

Such a thing that fills him with so many negative emotions, energy drained with every passing second he spent staring at it, now heating up with his fluster.

His body arches into you, a hand shooting away from the sheets and to your back, raking his fingers down your spine to get you away from his scar.

But you only thread your digits through his black hair, holding the side of his quivering head still to your eager maw, humming when you feel his scar throb.

"[N-name]—" His other hand draws down to push your hips away before he quickly withdraws, realizing his mistake too late.

"Mm!!-" He grows incredibly tense, hips jumping into yours as if a puppeteer holds his strings a little too high.

The deep tremors that run down his thighs pull your attention to his sudden shaky form. His cock twitches adorably through his dark pants. You grin as you work to unbutton them.

You coo down at him as his whimpers turn into full-fledged gasps. Deep inhales shooting right back out rapidly like he can't control himself.

He melts all at once into the plush bed, a blissful expression taking over his previously flushed look.

"Ah, you're so adorable, chihiro-" the boy whines, it's a low sound that rumbles in his chest, it almost sounds like a purr, "cumming like a good boy. Did that feel good? Do you want more?"

You grind down to test the waters.

"Ah, ahh!" He nods desperately. "More, please.." his need is evident in his crimson eyes, blown wide open and hazy.

"Did you like that?" He keens, his heart drumming in his ears and pounding in his head. "Talk to me, doll."

He gulps, lips parting to speak, but it's like his throat refuses to cooperate with his mind.

His legs involuntarily kick out in frustration.

Shy, reserved Chihiro reduced to a mess all because of your praise.

When you finally undo his belt and pants, Chihiro's quick to help you peel off the article, shoving his underwear to the side.

He whimpers when the cold air hits his body, thighs pressing together to calm himself.

"Oh, my pretty boy.. is all this from kissing your scar?" More like making out but yes.

His ears burned at the sticky, wet mess he made. The squelching and constant shlick slick of his cum shifting against his twitching cock, tip feverishly red and needy for stimulation, makes him even wetter than before.

He did it all for you.

Nonetheless, he pushes it aside to stare up at you with a look that begs you to remove your clothes too.

You smile down at him, pressing another kiss over his flushed scar. "I love you."

Chihiro nods eagerly, not being able to bring himself to speak even if he tried. He does. He loves you too.

Why do you think he's gifted you such an experience.

You're the first and will always be the last.

No one else.

He tugs on your waist, pulling you closer to his body warmth. "P-put it in, please."

You pause, screwing yourself over for not thinking ahead of time. "I didn't bring a condom."

Chihiro brings his bottom lip between his teeth, a small 'mm..' leaves him as he thinks a response through.

Alas, he too can give in to his lust. After all, he is still young and filled with unreleased hormones.

"It's my birthday..."

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AUGUST 11TH IS CHIHIROS BIRTHDAY WHAT are wE DOING?!!

BIRTHDAY SEX BIRTHDAY SEX BIRTHDAY SEX

The both of us?

Okay 🤭 but only for chihiro's birthday.

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how can you tell us you made a sperm cell crochet and not post a pic .. 🧐 pics or didn’t happen /hj

It's worn down from racing all day but here you go

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Anything is a sign.

I crocheted for the first time and accidentally made a sperm cell. The universe is telling me something.

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Yoru laughs when he's had enough. One would think you'd have him heaving and crying from the pleasure, which isn't too far off, but his reflexes tell him to smile instead.

Eyes wet and wide with a look so helpless that it blurs the line between pleasure and pain. It's not that he can't do anything about it, it's that he lets you have your way with him.

He won't tell you that he's overstimulated because he doesn't want to seem weak. An irrational fear but setting that aside, he grows incredibly taut and a sharp gasp escapes him.

"Hah- uahh!! [Na-name]," Yoru withers above you, a deep tremor racing down his legs as he forces his knees back into the bed. "Haha, uh.."

You give a slow, deep role, watching in satisfaction as he stills, hands drawing down to hold onto your waist for support. "Speak properly when you want something, pretty boy."

"..p-pretty b..." He trails off with dilated pupils, face blooming with the prettiest shade of red you've ever seen. A sight only you are granted. A sight no one else (even when you hold him against the windows of your apartment for the world to see, pounding him into a stuttery mess as he spreads himself open for you with a cry of embarrassment) can witness.

A giggle leaves him.

He looks... drunk.

You reach up to push his messy hair back, wanting to see his face, unintentionally shifting your hips in a new angle. Yoru jolts and bites down on his tongue, swollen hole fluttering open around your cock, "ARNGHH! Haha.. hahhh!!"

"What's wrong, yoru? Talk to me." You're not blind. He can't bring himself to stop your enjoyment even if it means pushing past his limits. He can be so giving.

"Ungg [name]," he babbles and rests his head on your chest, his back arching to and off of you like the mere thought of being so close will burn him. "Ahhaha.. no more- no, don't knowww-"

Your eyes soften as he nuzzles his heated face into your chest, seeking that extra comfort only you can provide him. He preens when you rest your hand on his hair, stroking him so lovingly that he completely misses the way your other hand presses down on his lower back, melting his body into yours.

His hips snap backwards in an act of defiance. You pause, eyes sharp on the lookout for any reaction, "can't take anymo-"

His shout cuts you off, shaking his head frantically against you, "NOoo, go. Move!! Hah hahh, keep going, I can take it. I can."

One experimental thrust has his eyes rolling into his head. But that wasn't what sent a shiver down your spine, it was the smile that crawls on his face, his chest heaving with fits of laughter, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Hahh!!!" He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, gripping onto your body with such a force that prevents you from rutting into him. A ring of silence pounds in his ears, no longer able to hear his own thoughts.

It's a certain blindness that has him admitting that yes; he's gone crazy, his stubby cock weeping out the last bit of cum that he can provide.

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Hey silly billy's :D

I know some sfw accounts follow me (to the mutuals out there, I'm sorry for flashing you). So for those who want to request or see more sfw content, here's the account! ( @6ibb )

❛ PEOPLE DANCE AROUND YOU,

... and you're so pretty, hey, i love you ♡

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pleaseeee write more shishiba,,, love ur work sm 🫶

I WILL THANK YOUIHUIUUAHH

Shishiba is grumpy, I have a hard time writing for grumpy but I do want to write more for him, I'm just not sure what to categorize him in 😔💔

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Heard you were looking for these 😏

I bought you a dump truck and you bring me champagne and tulips. Wow, thank you 😍

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If I could stick my pretty nose here, I'd like to say that Chihiro's got an Oral fixation. To make a display of licking your fingers before slipping them inside his mouth so he can have a taste of your spit.

I need someone to agree with me, pleasepelasdpjes.

and he's so patient while he watches too, his red eyes following every subtle movement of your hand, your index fingers, as you reach for your lips that he oh so wishes he could feel against his own.

he doesn't know what you're up to, but he's quiet and waiting, chihiro’s lips part slightly, his face inching closer with every passing second because he’s desperate to get a taste himself.

he’s sitting and you're standing, one of his hands hovering over your hips, like he’s scared to touch you. its like you're bestowing him a gift—two gifts actually. the first: this view. your tongue dances around your two fingers, coating them with your saliva. he’s only ever tasted once, and he’s been thinking about it ever since.

the second: he didn't even know he’d be receiving until your wet fingers left your mouth to rest on his bottom lip. his breath hitched, surprised, but his mouth was already wanting, ready to take you in. his eyes locked on yours as he pushed forward, his tongue following your movements from earlier, the wet muscle dragging across your pointer finger, savoring the taste of the spit he so missed.

he moves on to the next, not missing the space between the two, flicking his tongue once, maybe twice, replacing your saliva with his.

it’s uncomfortable, he thinks. so, uncomfortable. the ache in his pants. but he isn't done. only he knows how much he’s stared at your hands before, wondering how’d they feel if he held them with his calloused ones, or how’d they feel running along his scar, down to his neck. but more than that, he wanted to take them in his mouth, feel every ridge and curve, suck on them until you told him to stop.

its like you knew exactly what he wanted, every time, without fail.