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SHE JUST WANTS TO F**K ME ALL THE TIME ▬▬ ( Dick grayson )

tw:sex, nothing too explicit cause I'm afraid of success

summary:Dick loved sex, and thought no one could surpass how high his sex drive is, until he started a relationship with you and you are all the time trying to get him to fuck you.

pairing:dick grayson x fem reader

open request ‐ dick grayson masterlist

"I tried to leave the house but she won't let me out."

"Again? "

The morning had been a bit rough for Dick, he'd woken up to your ass moving painfully on his cock, leaving him ready for their usual morning fuck.

Dick is shirtless, sweaty, his hair a mess, and the sheets still stuck to his back. He shakes his head, chuckling as you try to drag him back toward you by the waistband of his boxers.

Your fingers play with the elastic, and your eyes are begging for one more round. “It’s your fault,” you murmur, leaving wet kisses on his abdomen. “You shouldn’t look like this right after we finish. You tempt me all the time.”

He lets out a hoarse laugh and drops back onto the bed, propped up on his elbows. "You're literally draining me."

"You're more than fit, Nightwing. You can handle another one."

"You think so?" In a second, his expression changes. Dick grabs you by the wrists, twists your body with ridiculous ease, and leaves you beneath him, one knee between your legs and your arms pinned above your head.

"You know normal people only get one round?" he mutters playfully.

He slides his mouth down your neck, to your collarbone. He sucks right where you know he'll leave a mark. His hands release your wrists, but only to run his rough hands all over your naked body, stroking that impatient, dripping pussy of yours.

"That's it," he whispers against your ear. "You're going to make me late again, you know?"

You don't answer. You just moan under his touch, and that brings out a cocky smile from him. He knew the answer. He always does.

His fingers sink into you without warning, moving with a delicious rhythm that forces your back to arch. But he gives you no respite.

"Did you want another round, gorgeous?" he asks, his lips brushing against yours, barely touching you. "Then you're going to earn it."

Before you can say anything, he's already sliding down. He spreads your legs with ease and begins to eat you out with a mixture of hunger and devotion that leaves you breathless. His tongue works as if it has a damn mission. And in part, it does: to leave you so trembling that you can't drag him back down for hours.

Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging unintentionally as your body writhes beneath his mouth.

"Dick... please..."

"Please, what?" he asks in a husky voice, his lips wet, his eyes shining with perversion. "Did you want another one? I'll give it to you. But I'll ruin you first."

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"She wants me at the party, she wants me at the mall"

Dick Grayson always looks impeccable, but there was no better version than Dick Grayson in a tailored black suit, his blue tie, charming smile, and his usual confident posture. He's an expert at moving through high society without losing that mischievous air that distinguishes him. And, as always, he has the attention of every woman in the room.

You just watch him from a distance, drink in hand, dressed in that dress he'd picked out for you once. The one that left him spellbound, so he couldn't take his eyes off your chest. And every movement you made made Dick want to forget about the gala, about Bruce, about all of Gotham.

Since he looked so good in that white shirt that perfectly covered his hard-working body, the one you slept in every night, you should definitely make him wear more suits.

You approached him through the crowd, Dick interrupts his conversation kindly once he sees you closer.

“Can we talk for a second?” you asked, in the sweetest tone you could muster, not letting on any malice you had in mind.

Dick nods immediately, and reflexively follows you without asking any questions.

You lead him down one of the hall's side corridors, to a quiet area, away from the hustle and bustle and prying eyes. The light is soft, golden. The sound of the music barely reaches you. Dick crosses his arms, curious.

“What's up?” he asks with a smile. “Are you bored without me?”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, taking a step closer. Your eyes were brighter than ever, with that mischievous reflex you usually had when you wanted to tell him something in secret. You fiddled with the fabric of your own dress, lowering your gaze slightly, as if you were embarrassed by what you were about to say.

“It’s just… I don’t know if I should say this now,” you whisper, biting your lip.

Dick leans in slightly, intrigued. “Tell me what, swet heart?” He runs his hand gently through your hair, gently tucking a strand behind your ear.

You looked up, looked at him with those good-girl eyes he knew so well. And you let go, softly, sweetly, as if you were saying "I love you" for the first time.

“I want to suck your cock.”

The silence is immediate.

Dick blinks. Once. Twice. The air suddenly feels thick. He stands there, staring at her, processing the sentence. Because it wasn't just what you said. It was how she said it. So cute, so damn sweet.

“You…” he begins, a nervous laugh escaping him. “You can’t say that like that, not here. Not with that voice.”

You tilted your head, pretending not to understand. “What did I do wrong?”

“What did you do wrong?” he repeats, his eyes darting around, as if he were already deciding which wall to use. “Do you know what you do to me when you talk like that?”

You shake your head with completely feigned innocence. “What if I just… walk you to your car? Just a second. Just to… distract you, you look a little overwhelmed,” you say, running a finger along his tie.

Dick closes his eyes for a moment, as if it takes all his willpower not to drag her down that hallway right now. “You’re going to be the death of me. You know that, right?”

Dick didn't respond immediately. Instead, he took your hand firmly, and without looking back, led you through one of the side doors that led to the building's private parking lot. No one saw them. No one dared to stop him.

The car was just steps away. One of Bruce's. Tinted windows, total luxury… and, above all, privacy.

He opened the back door without a word, and before you could even mock his urgency, he'd helped you in carefully, without wrinkling your dress too much. He closed it behind him and stared at you, still kneeling in the seat, breathing heavily.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” he murmured, unable to stop staring at your mouth.

You, with the same innocent sweetness as before, leaned towards him, brought your hands to the knot of his blue tie and slowly loosened it.

“I have a couple of ideas, but we need more space.”

Your fingers moved down his white shirt, unbuttoning the first button, then the second… but Dick was barely breathing. His gaze burned, fixed on you, somewhere between exhaustion and on the verge of collapse.

Slowly, you knelt between the seats, your smile as soft as it was dangerous.

“Is this okay?” you asked in a low voice, unbuckling his belt with a skill only someone who knew him so well could possess.

Dick let out a stifled laugh, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against the seat. "Now you're worried about that?"

You looked at him once more, as if seeking confirmation that he really wanted this. He looked back at you, completely lost in you.

And then you did it .

Slowly, as if you were tasting a sweet treat for the first time. Caressing him with your lips, with your tongue, with that tenderness and adoration that only you knew how to turn into torture.

Dick placed one hand against the fogged-up glass of the car, the other on the back of your neck, not pressing you, just holding you, as if he needed to hold on to something real to keep from losing control.

Your every move was measured, precise, delicate, and devastating at the same time. You knew him so well that you knew exactly when to speed up, when to play, when to stop for a second and look down on him, with that angelic face that had already earned its place in heaven...

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"She just wants to fuck me all the time"

The sound of gloves hitting, the creaking of mats, and the rhythmic panting of labored breaths filled the space. you were in the middle of a sparring session. you and Dick, face to face on the mat, exchanging measured but intense blows.

He was focused, sweaty, his black T-shirt clinging to his body, his arm muscles flexing with every movement. Every kick, every spin, made him look even more irresistible. There was no way to hide it: you were distracted. Very distracted.

The roll of his hips as he kicked. The way he panted. The deep sound of his voice as he gave orders. Your mind wasn't on the practice. It was on his body above yours.

At one point, he takes a few steps back to give you space. He cranes his neck, wipes the sweat with the back of his forearm, and looks at you.

"Your turn. come on"

His voice snaps you out of your trance, but it's too late. You're horny. Too horny to be honest.

You stand, hiding it as best you can, but as soon as you get close, he notices. Dick always notices. Your dilated pupils. Your breathing. The way you lower your gaze directly to his neck.

He raises an eyebrow, amused. “Are you okay?”

"Perfect" you lie.

"Then fight," he smiles, giving you the first soft blow with his glove, as a provocation.

But as soon as you're in front of him, you give in to temptation. Your hand doesn't go to the glove. It goes to the collar of his shirt. You get closer than necessary. Your lips brush his ear. "You're all sweaty... it smells so good..."

Dick lets out a grunt and in a second he has you cornered against the mat wall, his forearm blocking your way. "Are you horny? Here, while we're training? such a needy whore" he whispers, his voice tense and dark.

"It's not my fault you're so fucking sexy when you give orders."

He looks you for a few seconds, assessing. Then he shakes his head, a crooked smile crossing his face."You're impossible."

He quickly spins you around, pressing your body against the wall, his hard crotch already resting against your ass. His hand moves straight down to your crotch inside your leggings, and when he feels how wet you are, he lets out an exasperated sigh. "Jesus Christ… You’re soaked."

Dick already had his hand inside your leggings when you reacted with a sly smile.

"I'm not going to let you win that easily," you whisper to him, just before turning around abruptly.

He didn't expect it.

You hook him with a swift kick to the thigh and take advantage of his slightest distraction to pull on his arm, knocking him off balance. You both fall to the mat with a thud, but you remain on top, with your knees on either side of his hips.

Dick snorts, clearly surprised, and looks at you with a mixture of pride and annoyance. "Are you playing, or do you want to fight for real?"

"this is my foreplay " you say, with a mischievous smile. You lean over him, placing one hand firmly on his chest while the other goes straight to his waist. He doesn't even move. He just watches you, his eyes narrowed.

"Don't even think about it… "

But you don't let him finish. With a swift movement, you push your hips down, positioning yourself right over his erection through his clothes. The moan he lets out isn't from pain. It's pure instinct.

"What are you doing?" he growls, grabbing your hips. "This is a workout, not an invitation to fuck me with my clothes on."

“Then take me down,” you challenge, starting to move slowly, pressing your core against his member with a friction that draws a low sigh from you.

He grits his teeth. His hands tighten around your waist, as if he's struggling between pushing you off him and pushing you closer. "You're a fucking temptation," he says, his voice deep and husky. "A fucking distraction with legs."

"You're too weak," you tease. "Look at you, you can't even concentrate."

He flips you over with a ferocious snarl, trapping you underneath him in the blink of an eye, his body pressing yours into the mats.

But just as he's about to rip your leggings off...

"Richard." Bruce's dry voice comes back through the cave's speaker.

The silence falls. Dick rests his forehead against your collarbone. He says nothing.

"Five minutes until you are dressed and out."

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ngl I just read through all ur chishiya fics so sorry for spamming ur notifs, I'm a weak, weak man🧎🏻‍♀️

Eeeek actually thank you so much!!!

I haven’t had the energy to write lately plus i was finishing up my semester and getting back to work for the semester. I actually really wanna write stuff but i am having major writers block atm. Soooooo I would actually love if you guys left any ask/request about anything really. Especially for Chishiya or my jjk boys 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (but would also love some Joel miller nightwing stuff tooooo)

Much love <333

- Liv

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riding suguru is a different experience; it's like your soul is ascending, it makes your toes curl in different directions, and your breath gets stuck in your chest, trying to moan, trying to get whatever is stuck in your throat out.

yet he was beneath you, composed, only a bead of sweat on his forehead. one hand planted firmly on your hip and the other inching toward one of your breasts, only making it harder for you to focus and finish the job.

his hips only bucking up once or twice during it, when he wanted you to ride, he meant it; he wasn't going to be doing most of the work, plus he liked watching you struggle once you got overstimulated.

the inches you could once handle are now harder to slide back down on, and god, he loved it a little too much; watching you suffer from pleasure was fun.

"you got it; you begged for this, remember?"

gripping your hip more once he was about to finish, still watching how you were sliding up and down on him, the wetness that coated his dick was just as gorgeous as you.

sometimes you couldn't even look at him while riding; he was so sexy beneath you, with his stupid long hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, like he had the upper hand... he did, and he knew that.

"want to reverse it?" his voice was soft while he was still staring at the way your pussy glistened with both your fluids, and your movement stuttered whenever that jolt of pleasure hit you.

"yeah."

slipping off and adjusting yourself, and him holding the base of his dick while you carefully slid down on his dick, your hands gripping his legs tight, muttering curses under your breath, and his hands sliding over your ass.

he knew you weren't going to do any better in this position; he just liked staring at your ass.

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Hiking with Kento <3

The air is crisp, practically biting at your cheeks and exposed skin as you brace yourself against the cool surface of the rock, its jagged edges digging into your delicate palms. The view stretches out in front of you—endless mountains, blue sky, birds cutting through the breeze—but all you can focus on is the way Kento’s cock is buried deep inside you, the loud plah! plah! plah! of his hips colliding with your rippling ass echoing loudly in the air, it’s almost embarrassing.

“Look at that beautiful view, Darling,” he murmurs behind you. His hands are heavy on your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh in the greediest way possible as he fucks into you like he’s permanently trying to connect your bodies together. “Incredible right? But I’m guessing you’re enjoying what I’m doing to you waaay more”.

You try to focus on the view, you really do—but the way his cock drags against your walls, stretching you open and filling you up completely has your eyes fluttering shut instead. “K-Kento…” you breathe out, barely above a whisper. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your back as he leans over you, his larger body pressing you further into the stone, and ending up lifting you off the ground so that you’re just standing on your tippy toes because of his sheer weight.

“Come on, eyes up,” he commands, one hand sliding up your spine to grab a fistful of your hair, gently yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. “Told you to look, didn’t I?”

Your eyes snap open, catching the sweeping landscape—the distant peaks, the endless stretch of green, birds soaring above—but the only thing you can really process in your head is the lewd way your husband’s brutally pounding you in broad daylight, purposely rolling his hips deep, making you feel every fat inch of his girth. It’s so nasty, the way you’re bent over the rock in the middle of nowhere, your pants pooling around your ankles with his cock stuffing you full, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the quiet.

“Kentooo—” His name falls from your lips in a broken moan, and he just hums in that patient, attentive tone he always does, one hand slipping down to rub tight circles over your throbbing clit. Your back arches, eyes rolling back as he bullies that spot inside you, making you squirm and whimper against the rock.

“That’s it—Look at you. So pretty when you’re taking me like this, what a good girl,” he grunts, his pace quickening, hips smacking your poor ass hard enough to echo. “Bet those birds are getting a nice show, huh? Watching you get fucked stupid out here”.

His words make your cheeks burn, your walls fluttering around him so tight he has to bite back a groan. “Oh, you like that?” he coos with condescension. “Like knowing anyone could look out and see you spread out for me? Letting me fuck you like this?”

Your knees start to buckle, legs shaking as his thrusts grow rougher and more desperate. He’s practically slamming into you now as if you were just a Gloryhole stuck in the rock, his cock punching deep with every snap of his hips, pulling fucked-out moans from your throat. “Gonna cum, sweetheart?” he pants, his voice strained. “Gonna soak my cock while you stare at the mountains like a good girl?”

You can’t even respond, too lost in the way he’s tearing you apart, pleasure coiling hot and tight in your belly. Your fingers dig into the rock, nails scraping uselessly as you clench around him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that makes you cry out.

“Theeeere it is” he moans, hands tightening on your hips as you spasm around him, milking him for everything he’s worth. His hips stutter, and then he’s burying himself to the hilt, grinding deep against your cervix as he fills you up, the warmth flooding your cunt and making you shiver.

You’re both panting, still bent over that rock with your legs shaking and his seed dribbling down your shaky thighs. He leans down, pressing a rough kiss to the back of your neck, voice husky and out of breath. “Told you hiking was good for the soul”.

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This long-distance relationship just wasn’t working for Sukuna anymore.

He can’t see you. Can’t touch you. Can’t put you in a headlock, smack your ass, bite you, or flick your forehead. At this point, are you two even together, or is this just an overpriced pen-pal situation?

He calls you clingy, but let’s be real—anyone with half a brain cell and a functioning set of eyes can see that he’s the real problem here. And the worst part? He knows exactly what he’s doing. He just doesn’t care. He does not want to be saved.

This man is glued to his phone every single minute, refreshing your messages like his life depends on it. And if you don’t answer fast enough? He turns into a grumpy, overgrown toddler, making everyone around him suffer.

At this point, it’s not just him begging you to visit—it’s his friends, his brother, maybe even some strangers off the street. They’re exhausted. They have had enough. Somebody, please, for the love of all things holy, put this man out of his misery and just go see him before they all lose their minds.

After two months, you finally decided to just surprise Sukuna. It was early in the morning, and you didn’t tell a single soul you were coming. Not even his friends— they would’ve blown your cover out of sheer relief. You missed him too, sure… just not as much as he missed you.

You let yourself in with your key, slipping inside like a thief in the night (except this was your man and your house, so..?). He was still asleep, sprawled out on the bed in nothing but black boxers and a tight black T-shirt that was clinging to him a little too well.

And this? This right here is where you questioned everything.

How did you pull this man? Seriously. What divine force was on your side that day? He looked so damn good, it was criminal. His tattoos. The way that shirt stretched over his muscles. The black boxers. The absolute mess that was his pink hair. It was all too much.

You wanted to jump his bones on sight, but you contained yourself. Barely.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you gently rub his back, whispering softly, "Sukuna… baby, wake up." He doesn’t move a muscle. When he’s asleep, he’s as still as stone, completely unreachable—unless, of course, the air shifts in the room just right. Then, he’s up in an instant, sharp and alert, like a predator on the prowl. But right now? Nothing. Not a twitch.

You try again, your voice softer this time, "Love... baby... Suku... wake up... mm, I'm here..."

At the sound of your voice, he stirs. A low grunt escapes his throat, and his eyes flutter open, but the confusion on his face is enough to make your heart melt. He blinks, disoriented, as if trying to process what’s real. And in that moment, you can’t help but smile. He’s so adorable, even in his most groggy, unguarded state.

The fact that you—just you—can see him like this, can call him any type of names and still think he's the cutest thing alive, fills you with a warmth you didn’t know you needed.

He groggily shifts, trying to register what’s going on. But when his eyes finally meet yours, that familiar spark of recognition flickers in them. It’s like everything else fades away.

“Y/N?”

His voice is always deep, but in the morning, it’s something else entirely—low and rough, the kind that you can feel vibrating in your chest.

“Did you miss me?” you tease, a small smile tugging at your lips.

For a good thirty seconds, he just stares at you, blinking slowly, his red eyes still heavy with sleep. And then—without a word—he grabs you, pulling you down onto the bed with him.

The hug alone could’ve crushed you. His arms lock around you like a vice, his grip unrelenting, like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go. His face remains serious, unreadable—but inside? Oh, inside, he’s jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning.

He is this close to giggling, to kicking his legs like a teenage girl with a hopeless crush.

But he won’t. Absolutely not.

Instead, he just holds you tighter, burying his face in your neck, pretending like he’s not about to combust from how happy he is.

You can feel the way his breathing evens out against your skin, like he’s grounding himself with your presence. His nose brushes along your neck, slow and almost lazy, but there's a little tremble in the way he exhales, like he still can’t believe you're actually here.

“I thought I was dreaming,” he mutters, voice muffled into your shoulder.

You run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp the way he likes. “You always say that when I show up.”

“Because I never think I deserve it,” he says, so quietly you almost miss it.

Your heart clenches.

You pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are still heavy-lidded, lashes fanning over flushed cheeks, but there's something softer in them now—something he only shows you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You’ve been acting like a feral cat in a thunderstorm for two months straight. I was afraid your friends were gonna start sending me ransom letters.”

That earns the tiniest twitch of a smile. Barely there. But you caught it.

“I wasn’t that bad,” he grumbles.

“Oh, you were worse,” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Suddenly, he pulled back—and in one swift motion, yanked his shirt off and tossed it somewhere across the room.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He smirked like the devil himself. “Now that you’re here,” he said, voice dropping, “let’s get down to business, woman.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Business? I just got here.”

“And I’ve been waiting months,” he said, already reaching for you again. “You think I’ve been sitting here practicing patience and self-control? No, sweetheart. I’ve been suffering.”

“Suffering?” you scoffed, though your cheeks were already warm.

“Agonizing,” he corrected, deadly serious. “Like a man dying in the desert. And you—” he pointed at you dramatically, “—are the only oasis that can quench my thirst.”

You stared at him.

He stared back, completely unapologetic.

And then you burst out laughing. “You’ve been watching those trashy romance dramas again, haven’t you?”

“Shut up and take your clothes off,” he growled, yanking you back into his chest.

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Well, he put you through it.

The second things started, he didn’t let up—wouldn’t even let you move. Like he was trying to make up for all the time apart in one night. No breaks, no mercy. Just Sukuna, with that feral look in his eyes, making it very, very clear just how much he’d missed you.

When it comes to sex with him, there’s no such thing as “taking it slow.” He’s intense. Greedy sadistic bastard.

By the end of it, you were completely spent—legs shaking, voice hoarse, body humming with overstimulation—and he? He came so hard he passed out on top of you. Just collapsed like a full-grown jungle cat that wore itself out hunting. Arms wrapped around you, dead weight pressing you into the mattress, and a low satisfied grunt rumbling in his chest.

So yeah. He missed you. A lot.

You laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath, hair a mess, skin sticky and flushed, heart still racing. His head was tucked into your neck, breathing deep and slow, already asleep.

You shifted a little beneath him, tapping at his back.

“Sukuna. Hey—get off, you’re heavy.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch.

“Suku. Babe. You’re crushing my lungs.”

A beat of silence. Then, a soft, almost childish grumble: “Mine…”

You blinked. “What?”

He nuzzled deeper into your neck, voice sleepy and muffled. “Mine. Stay still.”

“You’re literally crushing me—”

“Die then. Still mine.”

You snorted, trying not to laugh, even as he wrapped one of his massive arms tighter around your waist like a damn seat belt. It was useless. You were trapped. Claimed. Claimed by a half-conscious, overgrown menace of a man with not enough self-control.

“…Fine,” you sighed, brushing his hair back from his face. “But if you drool on me again, I swear to god—”

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3 hours later...

You were still drifting between sleep and reality, body aching in all the right places. Sukuna was no better—completely sprawled beside you, arm draped over your waist like you were his favorite plushie. His breathing was slow, warm against your shoulder. He hadn’t even moved yet.

Eventually, he lifted his head groggily from your skin, eyes heavy-lidded, hair wild like he lost a fight with a thunderstorm. Lips red and swollen, scratch marks visible on his chest and neck. He looked wrecked.

In the best possible way.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him.

“Why are you laughing?” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep and pure bass.

You were about to answer, still giggling like a fool under the covers, when—

BANG.

His bedroom door slammed open.

“Oh my god, it’s too early for this—Sukuna, please, stop moping—” “Bro, we brought you breakfast ‘cause you haven’t eaten in like, two days—” “IF YOU’RE GONNA DIE OF HEARTBREAK, DO IT QUIETLY—”

The room exploded with voices as Uraume, Gojo, Geto, and Toji stormed in like a damn intervention squad, expecting to find Sukuna in his usual spiral: half-dead, face-down in takeout, and angrily listening to toxic love songs.

What they didn't expect… was you.

Or him. Completely naked. Tangled up with you in the aftermath of what could only be described as biblical levels of destruction.

They all froze.

Eyes wide. Mouths open. Silence like a slap.

Sukuna sat up, completely bare-assed and utterly unfazed. He looked over his shoulder at them slowly—murder in his eyes, sleep still in his bones.

You scrambled, yanking the blanket up to cover your very exposed self, cheeks flaming.

He didn’t care. Not a blink of shame.

“Get the fuck out,” Sukuna grunted, dragging the comforter up higher over you—only you. His back muscles flexed like they were doing it on purpose. “You can scream later. She just got here. And I’m not done.”

Geto immediately spun on his heel. “Nope. Nope. I saw ass. I’m out.”

Gojo gagged dramatically, covering his eyes. “I think I just went blind. Why is your whole spine flexing like that?!?”

Toji just whistled low, grinning. “Damn. No wonder he’s been out of commission.”

Uraume didn’t even flinch, deadpan as always. “Do you want me to bring water or a priest?”

“DOOR.” Sukuna roared.

It slammed shut behind them.

You lay back down, breathless with laughter, still hidden under the blanket. Sukuna rolled over, eyes half-lidded, grin spreading across his stupidly handsome face.

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an: i had a plot and I lost it so.....

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Mhmmmmm

not to be inappropriate or anything but the idea of Dick Grayson looking up at you from between your thighs after he’s been down there for a while and breathing a sweet little, “hi baby.” like he hasn’t just lapped and sucked at your clit until you wept makes me unwell.

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Tumblr wtf is this update

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I’m taking a (somewhat) short break 🫶🏻

I’ve got about 4 weeks left for my semester at college and my professors are loading me up with work. I would love to write right now, but I’m just trying to not burn out with school work. I hope that you guys can understand.

In the meantime I hope that you guys can load up my requests, that way I can have plenty of stuff for you guys when I return!!! I know I don’t have a lot of followers but you guys mean so much to me so I love you guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Can you please write joel and female reader getting walked in on💙

Hiyaaaa!!! This was supposed to be out like a week ago but the draft for this got deleted and i got caught up with school work otherwise i would’ve had it out quicker and longer :))))))

This is my first Joel request so thank youuuu. I hope you like it!!

Mdni, 18+

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Things were normal just a few minutes ago.

You were just working outside in the garden on your hands and knees, and the next you’re in the kitchen getting bent over the kitchen table.

You weren’t exactly sure what happened, you didn’t even hear your husband come in through the back sliding door. Joel had been working outside, fixing the deck you guys had to prep from the summer barbecue’s you’d plan on doing. Now he was bent over you, grunting into your ear.

“Fuck- come on baby.” He grunted, kissing the side of your neck and thrusting deep into you. You could hear the skin of his hips hitting your ass with every thrust, making you clench even harder around him.

“Ah-Joel!” You moan out to your husband, reaching behind you to grab his arm. He wraps that arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to his sweaty body. You threw your head back when you felt Joels other hand reach down to rub your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Joel knew you were close too, you seem to be clenching tighter with every thrust.

“Yeah, come for me baby, almo-“

“Hey Joel I got that wood you w-Oh shit!” is all you hear before realizing Tommy just walked through the front door. You and Joel immediately separate and try to fix your clothes. You let out a yelp, face getting immediately red from the situation.

“Jesus Tommy, what the hell!” Joel growls at his brother, who now had his back turned to give you two a bit of privacy.

“Well maybe you should lock your door lovebirds.” He responds peaking over his shoulder at you two. Joel just shakes his head, grumbling at his brother. He walks over to him and starts to push him out the front door.

“Shouldn’t have to lock the door if you learned how to knock dumbass.” He tells him, pushing him out and locking the door behind him. Once Tommy is out, Joel turns around and leans against the door with his eyes closed. You walk towards him and grab onto his arms, pulling him towards you into an embrace.

“You think he saw anything?” You ask up at him, face still a bit red from the whole scenario. Joel gives a small hmm, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Better not have.” He tells you, giving you a small kiss. When he pull away from you he looks down at you with a smirk.

“Now, where were we?”

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God I need someone like him PLEASE

joel miller is an ass man.

[nsfw. mdni. f!reader described as curvy. lil spank. ass play. oral (f receiving) implied. gif by the amazingly talented @perotovar. idk what this is but enjoy]

and he loves to fixate on yours. especially once the threshold of any uncertainty has been crossed in your relationship, and his growing affection can manifest physically. he’s a polite man; born and raised a southern gentleman, but he’s certainly handsy with what’s his.

when words can’t quite form, or when they’re unneeded, you’ll always feel the trace of his fingers at your lower back, or an impatient hand reaching for yours. and when he’s feeling bold, maybe a beer or two in him, that mischievous hand will always slide down and rest firmly over your backside. sometimes, he’ll even pull that slick move of sinking his fingers into your back pocket. makes it a little harder to get away (not that you’d want to). and when he’s almost certain no one’s looking, a little squeeze or two here and there, just to make sure you know he’s thinking about you, never hurt anybody. the feel of it in his palm is just too good; his personal little stress ball.

when the seasons start to change, he thinks he’ll absolutely lose his mind. because god forbid you wear one of those flimsy little sundresses. the ones that are always swaying around your pretty thighs, threatening to reveal something precious underneath, something he’s seen a thousand times before but he wants it now, and he’s huffy that he can’t have it. even worse, those fucking jeans. that very specific pair of devastating jeans that cling to your curvy hips and thighs as if they were stitched just for you. and he’s almost jealous. jealous that everyone else gets a peek of what’s his, and suddenly, that southern charm is lost to the kind of hunger he’s only known since you.

so when you’re home that evening, laying stomach down on your shared mattress, one of his t-shirts and your cotton panties the only thing keeping you from him, joel wastes very little time in his pursuits. he’s on you, an all-encompassing force from behind, bracketing his thighs around your legs and yanking up the t-shirt to eagerly grip both full cheeks.

“joel!” you squeal, startled, dropping the book you had been reading and snapping your head back towards him. the adorably surprised smile on your lips only riles him up more.

“nuh uh,” he tsks, shaking his head when your try to squirm away, giving a playful little spank to one side before he digs his fingers firmly into the soft flesh, admiring the way it squishes between them. “been waltzin’ around teasing me all fuckin’ day. need my fix.”

then, he’s yanking your panties down in an instant, spreading each meaty cheek apart until that pretty little puckered hole and your already leaking cunt are on display, dipping his head down, tongue wet and wanting for a taste. <3

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I got some request and I totally meant to write those up this weekend but you see ya girl started playing Fortnite recently….and an addiction has brewed itself upon me…

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Gonna write some stuff tn or tmrw if you’d like to leave a request <333

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Chishiya Drabble

Chishiya 100% talks you through it.

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He’s behind you with your legs spread over his knees and one of his arms holding yours behind your back. His other arm was currently in front of you, hand at your center, fingers plunging in and out of you at a quick pace.

“Come on precious, one more for me.” Chishiya whispers into your ear, nibbling the bottom of your lobe. You had tears running down your cheeks from the overstimmulation of his fingers curling into you. You’d already had two orgasms and he was working you to a third. You couldn’t even form any words, just small babbles of sounds coming out of your mouth.

“I know you can give me another, hmm.” He spoke again, curling his fingers just right and thumbing over your clit. All you could do was throw your head back onto his shoulder and let out a loud whine, wiggling in Chishiya arms. He smirked against your neck at your struggle and just gripped your arms tighter. You knew you weren’t very far from your next orgasm. Chishiya was hitting just the right spot, curling his long fingers and rubbing your clit faster. Chishiya knew you were close from the way your walls were squeezing hard on his fingers.

It only took a few more thrust with his fingers before you were gushing around him.

“There we go precious.” You could feel him smirking against your neck, working you through your orgasm. You had your head thrown back on his shoulder letting out a loud moan while you came down from your high.

“That was a quick one precious, wanna give me another?”

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i wrote this half asleep lol

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Just took my stats exam- not looking good chat

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Chishiya x fem!reader

if this doesnt make sense my bad, i’m running on fumes atm.

*not really edited if there’s errors- whoops*

mdni - 18+ under the cut.

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You were about seven rounds into the jack of hearts game and you were starting to get a bit nervous now. You still hadn’t found out who the jack was and the crowd was starting to thin out drastically now. The only reassurance you were getting was the comforting looks Chishiya was giving you.

The two of you had decided to make it seem like you hadn’t known each other, and it was chishiyas idea and you trusted him. You knew he always had a way to figure out these types of games.

So the two of you paired off with other people but it didn’t make anything much better. It was the start of a new round so you had an hour or so to just chill and figure out what your symbol was. You were paired up with random girl you had met at the begining of the game. She was a bit of the skittish type so you could trust her to some extent.

You made your way to the cafeteria with all the food, the girl you were paired with starting to head to where the bathrooms were. You had made a little bit of small talk but other than that the two of you hadn’t really spoken. You grabbed a snack and made your way over to one of the tables. You glanced over at chishiya and the group he mingled into at the beginning of the game.

Chishiya looked up from his bag of cookies, making eye contact with you. He nodded his head towards you in acknowledgement and went back to eating his cookies. You went back to your own bag and tried to just pass the time. As it got closer to finally go into the cells and tell your symbols, the tension started to rise. When the girl you were paired with sat down, you looked up at her. You noticed she was slightly more nervous looking than before. This made you a little suspicious.

Soon the two of you stood up and prepared to tell each other your symbols. She turned around first, moving her hair to the side. Leaning close you saw her symbol was a club

“Club.” You tell her truthfully. You’re not really sure what made you tell the truth but it was too late too say anthing now. Turning around you showed her your symbol.

“H-heart.” She stuttered out. You immediatly knew something was off. You looked over to the clock and saw that there was still about 15 minutes before you had to get in the cells. Meaning 15 minutes to find out what your actually symbol was. You looked over at Chishiya and saw that he had moved to leaning against one of the shelves of food, still munching on the same cookies. You make eye-contact and nod your head to over back to where the cells are, he gets what your saying and heads that way. After a minute you follow after him.

You walk a bit behind him trying to keep a distance but still see where he’s going. You saw him turn down a hallway that was somewhat dark, then went into one of the cells that was in the hall. You walk up to the cell, double checking no one was following the two of you. Then you step into the cell.

As soon as you step into the cells you, you have your arm pulled and are backed against the wall. You look up at Chishiya and see that he’s looking down at you, grabbing your cheek and rubbing his thumb over it.

“You ok?” He whispered down at you. You breathe out a sigh you weren’t even realizing you were holding. You close your eyes at the comfort that you were getting, trying to take advantage of the little bit of time you were given

“I think my partner was told to lie to me or something. I don’t believe her now.” You tell him, grabbing onto his hoodie he always wears. He hums and moves his hands down your side, grabbing onto your waist. You slide your own hands up his chest, trying to calm your nerves. Chishiya could feel them though, knowing your signs of anxiety. You felt him squeeze your waist, but the next thing you know your getting turned around, your front touch the cell wall. Looking back, you stare at your boyfriend with a raisd brow.

“What are you doing.” You ask him, feeling his hands wonder down to your hips.

“Calming your nerves.” He says to you before leaning over you and placing a kiss on your exposed shoulder.

You don’t really say anything as you feel his hands inch towards your front. You close your eyes and let out a small sigh when you feel his hands slide into your bottoms, immediately finding your center. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan when you felt him run his fingers over you, gathering your slick that was pooling down there.

“Better be quiet or else the others will hear.” Chishiya whispers into your ear, taking his hands out of your bottoms. You let out a small whine, looking back at what he was doing. You see him bring his hand up to his lips. All you could do was roll your eyes at your boyfriends antics and push your hips back onto his front, now feeling needy. Chishiya chuckled but listened to your body.

He gripped the waistband of your bottoms, pulling them down just enough to get to your entrance. He pushed on your back slightly to have you arch a little more, making you place your hands on the wall in front of you. You felt him shuffle a bit, pulling down his shorts just enough to free himself. You didn’t have to wait long for you to feel his tip drag at your entrance. However, your boyfriend still wanted to tease even though you were running on quite the tight schedule.

“Stop mess-“ You don’t even get to finish before you felt him push into you. Chishiya had to cover your mouth or else you would’ve let out a loud moan that would echo through the halls.

“Gotta keep quiet now precious.” He tells you before he pulls back and thrust deep into you. You moan against his hand, feeling him deep in you, making your knees weak. Chishiya had to keep his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you up.

His thrust were hard and deep, you couldn’t even think straight after a few of his powerful thrust. Your mouth opened to let out another moan but this time you felt Chishiya stuff his fingers into your mouth, touching the back and making you let out a choked sound.

“There we go precious.” Chishiya tells you, letting out his own grunt.

You could feel yourself getting close to your release and Chishiya could feel it too. He could feel the way you were squeezing tightly around him, making him close to his own release. Chishiya thrust started to quicken at this.

“Come on precious, almost there.” He said to you, moving his other hand to rub over your clit.

Thats all it took to push you over.

You threw your head back and let out what little moan you could with Chishiyas fingers still in your mouth. He leaned closer to your back, pushing you flush to the wall. He felt you come all over his cock, his release coming just after yours. He made one final thrust before spilling into you.

The two of you stood there for a moment trying to catch your breath. Chishiya had to keep you held up due to how shaky your legs had become. When you were finally good you felt Chishiya pull your bottoms up, trapping the two of yours releases in there. He gave you a little kiss on the head, giving your waist a final squeeze before giving you a light push towards the door.

“You leave first, I’ll follow after in a few.” He tells you putting his hands in his pockets like usual. You nod and give him a final kiss on the cheek before you grab the door to leave. Right before you do though you hear Chishiya say something.

“Diamond.” He says, tapping the collar that you both share. You look back at him and give him an appriecetive nod before heading back to the cafeteria with the tiniest limp.

As you walk back to the main hallways you see something that catches out of the corner of your eye. You look over to a man sitting on the ground against the wall with a light blue button up and grey pants. You make eye contact with him and he just tilts his head to the side a bit.

Somethings a bit off about that man.

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(if only banda and chishiya were real *sigh*)