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Hii congratulations on 900 followers!♡ Can I request something for Denji? Not a lot of people write nsfw content for him :( I would choose the "I want you on top of me" as in he usually tops but not this time, fem reader, overstimulation and breeding kink... something like that? really it's however you want to write it THANK YOU 💖

ahh tysm babes! this checked ALL MY BOXES fr i love denji with my whole heart

900 follower event

WARNINGS: NSFW

denji has struggled all his life. yet despite all the hardship he faced, he met you, which was at least one good thing he’s experienced.

actually, good is an understatement. he loves you so, so much. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him as far as he’s concerned. he almost makes all the shit he’s endured worth it.

every time you kiss him, his brain short circuits, and he’s reduced to mush beneath your touch. so much so that he can’t even comprehend what you’re doing half the time.

“please… i want you on top of me,” he claws at you pathetically, pulling you on top of him desperately. you cant help but giggle, leaning down to pepper his face in kisses. he’s so painfully hard beneath you.

“please, please please,” he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, whining helplessly under you when you sink down on him.

denji has never been ashamed at how quickly you can make him cum. a little over a minute in and he’s blowing his load deep inside of you, panting and moaning uncontrollably. he whines when you pull his hair, barley comprehending your complaints about how fast it’s over.

“i cant help it- you do this to me,” he bucks his hips up to accentuate his point. you click your tongue, shaking your head in disappointment.

“cmon, i know you can do better than that,” you whisper softly, pulling his blonde locks and tilting his head back. he shivers, but you both know it’s true. the most impressive thing about denji is that no matter how quickly you get him to cum, he just can’t stop until he’s shooting blanks.

and with you praising him, he can probably go forever. even when it hurts when you continue bounce on him, or when your pace is unwavering after he’s just cum inside you again, he’s still begging you to keep going, he doesn’t care if he’s fucking a baby into you. he lives to make you feel good, and with denji below you like this, you’ll cum in no time, too.

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𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕚

cw: aged up characters, thigh riding, AFAB reader, smut

this is from an old ask so it’s short ;) but very sweet

It’d start out with heated kisses, both of you in just your underwear, him pulling you into his lap, hands exploring your body. You were both so needy, and the way he was kissing you, drinking you in like you were his life force, only made you want more. So when you nibbled at his bottom lip and his leg jumped beneath you, that little bit of friction felt soo good.

He didn’t even notice you repositioning yourself to straddle his thigh. He was too busy getting drunk off your scent, your taste, your tongue. But when you started delicately rocking back and forth, deepening the kiss as your panties dampen, leaving a little wet mark on his leg from where you were grinding- he pulled away, his eyes opening and falling directly on where your clothed pussy sat on his thigh, waiting for his reaction to move again.

Just the sight of it made him sweat. Blood fighting over which head to rush to as he gazed at the little wet spot on your panties. He could feel it on his thigh. He ran shaky hands up your sides, slowly caressing your calves, your thighs, your hips. His head was spinning as he grazed a thumb over the damp spot, dick twitching when you let out a breathy whine. His eyes shoot up to you, and he could hardly take it how pretty you look- all flustered and needy, eyes heavy with want. Want for him.

His eyes fell back to where your body meets his, breathing heavily, “Do that again”

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𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞

cw: cockwarming, sub denji, aged up characters, soft dom reader, AFAB reader, reader wears a skirt, slight overstimulation, light cursing, begging, pet name ‘puppy’

• pleeeaaassseee this’d be so hot

• he’s in college now, and he’s got his own dorm, can afford his own food, and even has a pretty girl who hasn’t even tried to kill him once! He’s living his dream of a normal life. Pochita would be proud.

• but even though Denji graduated from high school, he never got to go to elementary or middle- so he struggles a lot with his schoolwork. So, he often call you over for help! But, 9 times out of 10, the night ends with his homework forgotten on his desk while the two of you cum under the covers.

• so when you notice his eyes starting to linger on you instead of his paper, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

• “fuck this,” he sighs, frustrated, looking at you with exhausted eyes, “I’m tired of not fuckin’ knowin’ shit. Can you help me take my mind off it for a minute?” He asks, voice low and tired and sweet.

• poor puppy. He just wants to take a break and recharge with you <3 He wants to turn his brain off and find comfort within your arms and between your legs. But you know he can do it!

• You smile at him as you move yourself into his lap, his eyes softening as you cup his face in your hands. You place a soft, sweet kiss on his lips and his eyes flutter shut, soaking you in, not even realizing you’d pulled away before the sound of you undoing his zipper snaps him back to reality. He starts to blush, and his hands find their way up your hips, looking down at your hand as his breath shudders as you start stroking his dick.

• “Denji, look at me.” you ask so sweetly it makes his heart melt as he lifts his eyes to yours. “I know you can do this Denji. I believe in you.” your voice saccharine as you lift your skirt to line yourself up with him, “I’ll be right here, okay?” You push the tip of his head into your velvety entrance, his brows knotting together and a groan falling from his lips, “So finish your work like a good boy,” Denjis mouth falls open as you sink yourself down his shaft, “and I’ll let you do whatever you want with me as a reward.”

• he moans as you bottom him out, trying to piece together what’s happening as you nuzzle into his neck; one hand wrapped in his hair, the other brushing over his back. You’re on his dick, but you’re not…moving…do you want him to move you? do you want him to move? What do you mean finish his work? how can he focus when you’re so close.

• he tries to stammer out the questions but,, you’re just so much…

• he’s so red, and his ears are ringing, and his vision is getting blurry, and every time he breaths all he can smell is you, and you’re so warm it makes him dizzy. He feels like he’s melting. His dick twitches, can’t help himself when he bucks his hips, getting the cutest little squeak out of you. You kiss his neck and whisper in his ear, “You can’t move until you’re done with your paper. Thats the rule, okay?”

• he shivers, your words cutting through the fog in his head, and suddenly everything clicks. He stills himself, breathing in and out, calming his racing heart as he focuses his mind. Somehow, with the incentive of you in his lap, he can think much clearer. The questions on the paper make more sense, and the answers come easy to him.

• he speeds through the work, loosing focus every second as feels you get wetter and wetter around him, breath getting ragged again. Starts sweating, little moans escaping him as you begin to rock back and forth ever so slightly in his lap, his free hand sliding up your back beneath your shirt. He has to force his eyes to stay on the paper, keep them from rolling back. Uses all his strength to keep his breathing even, to keep his cock still. It’s torture, especially when your skin is so soft, and you smell so good, and you feel so..so..

• “Fuuuuck I- I- I can’t, please, let me-“

• “You’re almost done, look, just one more. You can do it Denji~”

• he strains to keep a needy cry caught in his throat as he struggles through the last question. “Wha-what, I - I don’t know this one! Please, I, I can’t, you’re so…can you, can you?” “Look at question 4, it’s similar, and you got that one all by yourself.” You coo sweetly, peppering kisses into his neck, shoulder, and cheek. Denji whimpers, feeling like he’s on fire as he frantically flips the pages, body jumping when he gets the answer.

• He quickly scribbles the answer down, throwing his pen and pushing his work off the desk. You gasp as he lifts you, still impaled in his lap, and set you down right where his work used to be, kissing you hungrily as he readies for his reward.“You said whatever I want, right? Well I want you on this desk.”

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denji is a one minute man. he cums so fast for you. palm him through his jeans and he’s spilling in his pants. he just can’t help it. you’re so fucking sexy and he’s never had anyone touch him like this, so of course he’s gonna finish quick when a total babe is beggin’ for his cock like a bitch in heat. 

the difference between denji and… well… everyone else, is that he’s not ashamed of it. you’re kissing his neck, palming his hard cock through the strain of his jeans when he tenses under you, when his sharp teeth bite down just a little too hard into where he’s buried his face in your neck. 

denji gasps, a small moan choking past his lips before he’s panting, rolling his cheek against where your shoulder meets your neck.

“shit…. see what ya do ta me?” he rolls his head, biting at the soft flesh of your skin. “so sexy i couldn’t even last’a minute. so damn fine…” 

you feel the way he nips at your skin, how his fingers don’t lose their eagerness as he slips them below the waistband of your pretty little shorts. denji bites at your neck, teeth sharp against the soft skin as his index finger rubs slowly at your clit, just enough to have your head tilting back in a whimper. it takes him a minute to find it, of course, but when he does, he’s more adept than you though he’d be, lithe finger working at the folds with a tentative eagerness. 

he really can’t help himself when he slips a finger into you, a low groan escaping his parted lips as his cock twitches between his legs, swelling again. everything about you drives denji insane, so when you tell him to curl up, he quite literally can’t stifle the satisfied hum that leaves him. 

ah, yeah, denji is a one minute man. you’re just too much, too sexy, too soft, hand to perfect over him, mouth too pliable when you finally let him push his cock between your pretty lips. and your cunt… well your cunt is the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, so of course he’ll make a mess of his boxers when his tongue slips between the silken folds. 

it’s not like he’ll leave you hanging though. denji might be a one minute man, but that’s nothing his fingers, tongue, and a few overstimulated orgasms can’t fix. he’ll fuck you till he’s shooting blanks, just eager to bury his cock in you again because you feel that fucking good. 

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i wanna sit on denji’s face lil boy only deserve a nice pussy and to be praised gn

Denji needs a woman to treat him right, so many trial and errors with relationship... he just can't tell what is he doing wrong! Is he too clingy? Too perverted? Maybe he doesn't know how to please someone? He's so insecure of his relationship capabilities, which is why he was hesitant on how honest you were being when you said you really liked him.

Why would you? You're literally perfect, a body that had him whipped the moment you approached him with your number, asking him to stay in contact with you- and your personality? He can't get enough of you talking about whatever... he could sit through a whole lecture on shit like planes or how gravity works if it means you're the one teaching him.

He has never felt this way before, he swore he liked Reze- let alone was in love with Makima... but you have him melting with every little bit of affection. Whether it be holding his face to your chest, brushing your fingers through his knotted blonde hair, kissing his face, complimenting how his many scars from work look good on him- you have this poor devil man in shambles for so much as blinking at him.

As weird as it is, although he would love to have sex with you... it feels like such a distant desire. He is fully content with just being held by you, and the innocent kisses you both share- but when you propose the idea of moving your relationship with him into a more intimate direction? Well... who is he to argue? That doesn't mean he isn't nervous... what if he doesn't do it right? What if you dump him because he sucks at it?

But you reassure him he won't have to do a single thing... after all, he's been such a good boyfriend, what better way to reward him than praising him for being so sweet to you?

"Mm, you're so good to me, Denji~" You coo at him, running your hands over his scarred up torso, pressing the most delicate kisses between his thighs and at his hips, "Does it taste good? I hope so, because you made me like this... I was so embarrassed by how turned on you made me at first, but I can't hold it in anymore!"

Your words are like music to his ears, despite being a little muffled, he hears every word while his tongue grinds into your clit and his teeth playlist nip at your throbbing cunny. His hands have a strong hold on your soft thighs, keeping you in place whenever you buck your hips excitedly from the way his mouth works against your sloppy cunny- had he known you were this delicious, this perfect... he wouldn't have been so patient with waiting to fuck you.

Your fingers caress his hip bones before moving down to take his hard cock, "I wonder if you taste good, too~" A buzz runs up his spine at your words, if only he could see you do it; the very lips he has kissed time and time again wrapping around his cock, choking on it and making a mess with your saliva. Eyes he always gets lost in tearing up from the stretch in your throat. The pure thought of his has him eagerly await to feel something.

And luckily, he doesn't even have to wait- your warm tongue dragging up the side of it to his slightly oozing tip, "Mm~!" You hum happily, a mix of pleasure and delight from his mouth eagerly working on you and the bittersweet taste of his precum, "D-Denji... I think you're gonna make me go mad..." It's true, ever since you first saw him you couldn't help the way he made you feel. Every day he visited the same food place you did, it was hard not to approach him, especially when you would see him the same time almost every day.

Finally, you give him what he wants, leaning forward and sucking his tip in your mouth... kissing the tip of his cock and licking up every drop of precum he has to offer you. Every cute little whine and hum from your throat driving him mad, how did he get so lucky? You're so hot and he just... he doesn't even know what to do.

"You make me feel so good... you'll be my good boy, right? A-And help me cum?" He hums in approval, squeezing your thighs even tighter, "Nngh... you're the best boyfriend e-ever, I love you so much~" This is all he could ever want, a hot woman telling him what to do and praising him for it... he may not be able to say it right now, but he loves you so much too!

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denji with a gf who’s absolutely obsessed with him. she loves him more than even he knows, she’d follow him to the ends of the earth. so when they do it for the first time she’s as loving as can be. constantly praising him, tell him how hot he is, how much she loves him, all that. overall really sweet to the point where even denji gets a little emotional. (i just wanna make denji feel good about himself honestly)

TW: PRAISE KINK

Denji has always had quite a low self-esteem, not particularly because of anyone's doing - more so his intense amount of self-criticism. He has always been critical of his actions, especially his lack of intelligence due to the fact he could never afford to attend school, let alone have the time. The debt his father burdened him with ruined his life, and for that, he can never forgive him.

But you? Oh, you have to be the sweetest person he has ever met! You're so easy to understand, you never make him feel stupid, you're so doting and caring... god, you fill him with all sort of tingly, fluttery feelings! He almost feels bad having less than innocent thoughts about you.

He never expected you to feel the same, let alone, admit you are so in love with him. He can't really remember every word you said, because you were really saying a lot, but he remembers how he felt. How everything you said lifted this bizarre weight from his shoulders... you have to be an angel!

"D-D-" The failed formation of words once more dangle from the edge of your tongue, words that you're so familiar with and yet you just can't get them out, "Denji- Denji~!" For you, the feeling of shame and embarrassment cloud your already foggy head, but for your friend... the one currently bouncing you over and over and over again in his lap, pride swells in his chest.

Your pretty face has never looked so twisted, usually you give him such adorable smiles with the cutest squint to your eyes when your cheeks bubble to reflect your joy. However, these expressions he has never seen before - he has never seen your tongue hang from your mouth the way it is now, the erotic snail trail of your saliva dribbling down from your chin, and your eyes having no clue where to look.

You're a mess, and he loves it.

"Does it feel good?" The gravely voice makes your gummy walls squeeze, the very voice that gets you going from a simple sleepy good morning, the voice that has time and time again whispered the most filthy scenarios into your ears, the voice that is currently cooing at you for looking so fucking stupid.

Denji's fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips, crescent shape indents sticking to your flesh from his iron grip, "Y-Yes! Yes- you're making me-" A strangle whine gurgles at the back of your throat, thighs shaking in soreness from the flexing of your leg muscles to continue the brutal pace you had been using to fuck yourself on his cock, "Fuuuck~ wanna cu- make me cum, Denji..."

"Yeah?" He quirks a brow, trying to play it cool despite the goofy smile on his face, "D-Don't worry! I'll make you- shit!" The poor blonde has no chance to properly say the finishing sentence, not when you, despite how sore you are, begin to grind against his lap so the tip of his dick brushes every patch deep inside of you.

"I love you-" You blurt out with a teary grin, "I love you, Denji! P-Please... please be my boyfriend!" The question hangs in the air, and if it were under any other circumstance you would have cowered away in shame at his lack of response - but his dick is such a perfect distraction, you just can't help yourself!

Denji's fingers shoot up to grab you by your arms, tugging your body down so your fronts are flush against one another, "I promise to be the perfect boyfriend, (name)." He manages to squeeze from his chest, hips thrusting up into your heat as you have no choice but to take every inch he can fit inside of you.

"F-Fuck~ I love you, I love you, I love you- so big... nngh~!" Nothing you say makes sense, none of it forms any logical sentence. Only blurbs of what could be compliments meet his ear, and even then they are hard to decipher... but when his eyes meet yours he is surprised to see how much adoration fills them, the big hearts that dance around in your pupils making his chest swell and his own tears form.

"I-I'll make you happy, I promise!"

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Interesting idea I have what if denji has a knotted dick? Because he’s a hybrid now

a-a-alpha denji???? ALPHA. DENJI??? WITH A BIG FAT HEAVY KNOT?>???? im panting like an animal rn.

denji's just so frustrated. he's always thinking about fucking something, about knotting them and breeding them full. so IMAGINE the way he feels when he meets you one night when he's out drinking with friends.

it's stupid, the way he gets so fucking eager, scenting you in the middle of the bar, dragging his canines down your neck as soon as you'll let him. denji bites at the scent glands on your neck, moans obscenely into your neck when the taste of you spreads across his tongue.

he's fucking desperate for it. practically drags you into the backseat of his shitty car and stuffs you so full of his knot. has his hand up against the fogged-up window while you sit with the weight of him in your tight cunt. has you both gasping and whining, knots you with the neediest fucking cry you've ever heard because he's just so excited to breed such a pretty little thing. you're gonna look so good all stuffed with his pups.

his knuckles are literally white as he presses the pads of his fingers to the glass, hips pushing up into you despite the fact that his knot has already caught. teeth grit and breathing heavy, whimpering above you while he stares down at how you sit on it. twitches and palms at the window of his car in desperation, both of your bodies on fire while he plugs you so fucking full.

god...... I'm so... I'm so... fuck

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warnings » nsfw. minors dni. unprotected sex, creampie, lots of cum, overstimulation, etc. a brainrot </3

overstimulation with YUUJI… it’s soft and sweet but he doesn’t mean it and he can’t help it. he’s a pussy drunk merciless man who loves looking down to where your bodies are connected in a press; where your pretty knees are against your chest, puffy bruised cunt from his relentless thrusts the past few hours still fluttering oh so sweetly around him. making his doe eyes take small moments to just look down and stare at how deep his sensitive cock had been inside you all this time; not once giving out. and he just can’t help himself but want to stay this way until his chest gives out from panting against you, hurdling orgasm after orgasm.

not once stop even when his orgasm ripples through his body; he can’t stop. not with the way your sweet pussy swallows his merciless cock whole and has his tip leaking inside of you, despite cumming over and over at this point. he’d have already came and his tip would still leak blobs of cum that slide out of your aching pussy with his thrusts he’s far from done with. when your pretry whines tugging at his messy pink hair that you can’t take it anymore.

and he’d simply chuckle and kiss your collarbone and he’d go on and babble back a “can’t pull out just yet when y’feel so good, pretty baby” while his moans are muffled in your neck or the curve of your breast. and of course while his hands grip at your waist harshly to keep you still and tight against him; he’d occasionally reach down and squeeze the plush skin of your ass to make you mewl against him and feel the way your cunt pulsates around him from that lewd stimulation.

and you’d cry out after cumming for the nth time and trying to push at his calloused chest with parted lips and he’d just whine, keeping up with his movements and even stuttering “n-no, baby. don’t wanna stop, ‘m sorry ‘m sorry— gim’me one more okay? just one more? p-promise i’ll stop!”

he’d be smiling in a wobbly manner when your sweet pussy flutters around him once more. anything for him it seems like. and he would probably forget you’re even cumming while chasing his own high, he’s just in too deep. and you’re smiling all wobbly too because you know this won’t be the last time like the many prior he promised he’d stop after.

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KINKTOBER DAY 2 - PET PLAY + DENJI (CSM)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

WC: 978

TW: pet play, master kink, soft dom denji, use of pet name “kitty” and “kitten”, butt plugs, praise, fingering, slight degradation, teasing

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listen. being besties w virgin denji n proposing teaching him how to have sex casually at first, its what a good friend would do ofc, u don't want him to be fumbling for the first girl he falls in love with. but it ends w him desperately humping against your slick little cunt and begging you to be his girlfriend bc hes pretty sure sex will never get better then this :////// ALSO CONGRATS ON 6K

THANK YOU BABY!!! this is my debut in writing for csm everyone.... 

wc: 2.3k

tw: loss of virginity, corruption, creampie, begging, fingering, handjob, slight overstimulation, biting

“Okay.” 

Jesus, you knew Denji was a perv but that was almost too easy. All it took was a pout and a little bit of teasing and he folded so quickly. 

Sure, Denji was your best friend and a sex obsessed virgin, but there was something about the way he practically drooled over it that made you eager to find out what he’s really like in bed. He looked so… corruptible. Being Denji, you knew that there were some boundaries he was willing to cross, you just didn’t expect that he’d want to cross this one with you. You’d asked him as a bit of a joke, telling him that if he wanted to lose his virginity so badly, he could just lose it to you. You said you’d teach him, show him how to do it properly because neither of you were unfamiliar with the long list of bodies under your belt.

But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to Denji, to his eagerness to please. Too many times had the image of him with his cock in fist come to your mind, hand furiously jerking his pre-cum slicked length while he conjured up images of the women in his life. You knew he did that, thought about the girls he knew, the little upturns of skirts and slips of cleavage. It was fucked up, but something about the way he’d look spilling into his hand, brows knit together and a thin layer of sweat covering his face made you squirm, made you clench your thighs together thinking about how he might look over you with that same expression. 

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” You mumbled, creeping closer to him, fingers ghosting along his neck and finding their way to his ear. You fiddled with it for a moment, looking to him for some type of confirmation before putting your lips against his. 

Denji pushed back against you immediately, tongue dipping into your mouth with a little too much practice, as if he’d replayed how to do this in his head over and over before he went to bed. His hands found your waist, pulling you towards him with an eagerness that you recognized, almost puppy-like in the way he pawed at you, beckoning you closer. 

You gave him what he wanted, pushing your tongue past his lips so it could mingle with his, warm and smooth against him. Denji was panting slightly, like his mind was running at a mile a minute as he felt the wet heat of your tongue glide against him.

You pulled away for a moment. “Patience, Denji.” He whined slightly, mouth parted and eyes wide and lost, like he was in a whirl. He nodded, confirming what you said, but still searching for you with his lips. 

You ushered him backwards slightly so he was better situated on the bed before crawling into his lap, looking down at him with low lidded eyes as you reached between his legs, palming his prominent erection before unbuttoning his pants. 

“Fuck, you’re touching it already?” He asked, breathless. 

“Yeah, s’that… okay?” You raised an eyebrow, pulling your hand back slightly. 

Denji grabbed your hand, pulling it back down so it rested on his bulge and squeezing it slightly. “Fuck, more than okay. Super okay. Better than okay. Very good actually.” 

You freed him from his pants, glancing between the two of you as a small grunt caught in his throat at the feel of your fingers wrapped lightly around him. His dick was pretty, thicker than average and curved upwards. He tilted his head to the side, a slight smile on his face. 

“S’a good dick, yeah?” You guessed the question was supposed to come across confident, but instead, you caught the slight inflection at the end. He wanted your reassurance. 

“Really good.” You smirked, gripping it tightly and spitting between the two of you, pulling upwards and then down again to coat it. 

“Oh fuck, that was hot.” He tilted his head back, lines of his neck twitching each time you squeezed the head of it. Duh, that’s why you did it. 

You stayed quiet, watching him for a moment, the way his chest rose and fell in breaths that picked up speed at your ministrations. You could tell he’d be loud because even now he was muffling little moans and grunts that caught at the back of his throat. Oh god, he was trembling, shaking slightly. You were about to take his virginity. You were about to teach him about how to feel good and how to make you feel good. 

“You can tell me how good it feels.” You leaned forward, bringing your lips to his neck as you sped up your fist, the indecent squelching sound becoming clearer as you dragged your mouth up his neck. “Let me hear you, okay?” 

“Feels… really fuckin’ good.” He gasped when you bit at his ear, head twitching to the side. “Fuck, can’t imagine what your cunt’s gonna feel like. Probably so warm, p-probably– hng– like fancy fabric.” 

Heated flooded your cheeks, clit pulsing slightly as you exhaled a breathy chuckle. “You’ll have to get me ready before that.” 

Denji’s eyes practically bugged out of his head. “I get ‘ta touch ya?!” 

You let out a breathy laugh against his neck, nodding into him as you continued moving your hand. 

“Teach me.” He spoke, tilting his head down to catch your gaze. Denji’s voice was so low, almost purring at the request. “S-show me how ‘ta touch you.” His voice caught as your hand grazed the head of his cock before you nodded again, standing up off of him and taking your clothes off.

Denji watched you peel the layers from your skin, eyes landing on your breasts as they fell from under your shirt. He seemed to be drinking you in, hands balled into fists in his lap, his dick hard between his legs. You swore you could see it jump as he swallowed. 

You brought your hand over Denji’s guiding it to your chest where you told him to touch you however felt right. He rolled his thumb over the bud, flicking it slightly to watch the way it bounced, his head snapping up at your reaction before he went in with the other hand, massaging them. He was mesmerized, eyes wide as he rolled the balls of fat under his fingers, palming them and drinking in the way you gasped under his touch. 

You crawled back into his lap, legs spreading over him before locking your arms around his neck and twisting so he sat over you, supporting himself with his forearm. You took a moment to breathe, taking his hand again and trailing down the soft skin of your stomach until it rested over your clit. 

“Touch here…” You gasped when he moved his thumb in a slow circle, like he was trying to memorize the feeling of your soft folds. “Fuck, like that. In circles just like t-that.” 

Denji watched as you tossed your head back, movements becoming more confident as he rolled his finger over the bud with a subtle precision. He wasn’t perfect, losing it occasionally, but he listened to your soft whimpers, the way your hips would buck up slightly when he found the right spot. 

Denji didn’t take long at all to figure out what you liked and became hungry for more, his fingers wandering down to your cunt before he slipped one in. You pushed your head back against the pillows, free hand coming to grab his bicep. 

“Fuck, you’re wet.” He mumbled, glancing down to where his middle finger disappeared inside of you. “N warm ‘n tight. Fuckin’ christ.” 

“C-curl them upward slightly.” You instructed, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. 

When he did and saw the way your back arched off the bed, a low moan tumbling for your lips as you muttered just like that, he practically lost his mind. Denji knew what you liked now and he wasn’t gonna let up. Shit, he’d been dreaming about this for so long and he wanted to make sure it was as memorable for you as it was for him. So he kept moving his fingers like that, connecting dots that he normally would never be able to connect until you pushed his hand away, chest heaving.

“I want you to fuck me, Denji. You gonna let me take your virginity?” And he nodded so vigorously that you thought his head might fall from his shoulders, pulling his fingers from you and looking at the slick collected on them. 

“Ah, fuckin’ look at that. You’re so wet down there… bet you taste good too.” He puts his fingers to his lips, licking up your essence with a low groan and a knew it. “S’gonna go in easy.” 

Denji beamed at you for a moment, admiring your panting, desperate figure. He was just as desperate as you were, aching to get off in your cunt. He just wanted to fill you up. So when he put the head of his cock to your entrance and you winced, he raised an eyebrow. 

“S’wrong?” He asked. 

“No, no. You’re just big, Denji. S’big…” You wrapped your hand around him, pushing the head of his cock into your cunt with a low whine, free hand digging your nails into his arm. 

When Denji bottomed out, he moaned, his head falling forward against your shoulder. He’s big. You told Denji his cock was big and it made him absolutely thoughtless. His mind was blank save for the way your velvety walls hugged him so tightly, the way he was now painfully aware of how he was stretching you out.

“Does it feel good?” 

“Fuck, feels so fuckin’ good. I-I dunno if I can control m-myself.” His hips twitched in you, shaking slightly. 

“Then don’t.” You kissed him, tongue dipping into his mouth as he moaned, pulling his hips back and bottoming out once again with a groan that you swallowed in its entirety. 

His pace picked up quickly, low moans turning into high pitched whines. Denji was chatty, telling you how good you felt at your request, the way your cunt squeezed him tighter than he had ever imagined. How he’d imagined…? 

“Y-you’ve thought about me before?” You asked between pants, between little moans and gasps as he stretched you out on his cock. 

“Fuck, yeah. All th’time. Think about this pussy all the fuckin’ time.” Denji didn’t even realize what he was saying, so lost in your cunt and the rhythm he’d built. Thump, thump, thump.

You clenched around him and his eyes dropped down to meet yours, realizing that you liked hearing about how he’d fantasized about you. 

“Tell me, Denji. Tell me about it.” You practically begged, legs wrapping around his waist. 

“Shit. I-I fuck my fist to the thought of you.” He groans. “C-can’t help it. I think about… these tits.” His lips come down to suck on your nipple, biting at the flesh with his sharp teeth before coming up with a pop. “I think ‘bout the way you– fuck– the way you walk. How you look when you bend over.” 

Denji was desperate now, hips picking up pace as he fucked into the spot in you that made your head spin. “Oh god, Denji…” 

“Yeah, but this is better. It’s s-so much better than I ever thought.” He whines again. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Suckin’ me in like that.” 

He drops his head down to look at you, meeting eyes filled with tears of pleasure as you keen for him, pulling him closer by his back. Fuck, this look in your eyes. Oh god, he’s going to lose his composure. 

“Fuck, think I’m in love.” He fucked into you harder, humping you desperately, his body pressed flush against yours. “I’m in love with this cunt. In love with you. God.” 

You don’t have time to think about what he’s saying, barrelling towards an orgasm with a blinding force. 

“Be my girlfriend. Oh fuck, please let me fill this cunt up whenever I want.” Denji’s breathless, panting his words out through pointed thrusts that grow sloppier by the moment. “Wanna fuck your tits and that pretty mouth. God, wanna make you mine. S’never gonna be better. No one else is gonna be this good. Wanna make this mine.” 

And you agreed, you babbled through your words, entirely too fucked out to say anything else. Denji’s got you cockdrunk and it was only his first time. You wanted to be there for the second, show him how it feels to get his dick sucked, what it feels like to cum between two thighs, between tits, in your mouth and across your cunt. 

He fucked you to your orgasm, practically crying the words be my girlfriend with each thrust. Denji praised you between flicks of his hips and low moans until you were cumming around his cock with incoherent nods. 

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah I’ll be your g-girlfriend. Can have this pussy whenever you want, s’yours Denji.” You’re shaking under him, cunt gripping him tightly as you cream on him. Your voice break from your throat, starting low and turning into a high pitched whimper of his name as you did, raking your fingers down his back. 

“Can I cum inside. God, please let me.” He begged, eyebrows knitted together, pace never slowing despite the way he was fighting off an orgasm. 

You nodded deliriously, overstimulated as he gives a few more thrusts before biting your shoulder, teeth threatening to break the skin as he fills you up. It hurt, but you were too focused on the way he felt pumping his hot cum into you, flooding you with him as he came in the heaven between your thighs with a high pitched whimper that threatened to have you cumming around him again. 

You let Denji fill you up over and over again. He fucked you till you were stupid, till you and him were both puddles. He fucked you till it hurt, till he was shooting blanks, twitching and whining over you. 

Fuck, you were gonna teach him everything.

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cw: spanking mention, choking mention

I’m thinking about Itadori Yuuji who’s hands are so nice; they’re the perfect combination of long and thick with a few prominent veins that run along the bones. He probably never thought much of his hands until you point them out, making a side remark about how much bigger they are than yours.

Keep reading

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WRITING LIST

I will write mostly nsfw content for Jujutsu Kaisen and Chainsaw man. Thirsts and asks are always welcome ♡

*Please excuse any grammar/structure errors English is not my native language

~ Favourite characters: Denji, Itadori Yuuji, Angel devil

*adult content is marked with a ❣*

Chainsaw man

• Denji

- Midnight ❣

- Comfort

- Soft hc

Jujutsu Kaisen

- Jjk boys with a reader that loves food

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You know, I read Chainsaw Man several times and I always thought that Denji deserves someone who really cares about him. I mean, someone who really loves him for who he is and not because he has the chainsaw demon inside him. So, could you write fluffy headcanons about Denji with an S/O who really takes good care of him, please?

I AGREE 100% Denji deserves the whole world, he’s an angel

💕Denji x reader headcanons💕

• It takes a while for him to get used to the attention you give him, he never experienced something like that before. He slowly realizes that this is what a relationship is actually supposed to be like

• If you make him food I think he would cry tears of joy, and obviously eat all of it and ask for seconds. He likes to watch you while you cook because he wants to try and impress you someday by making you something ♡

• When Denji gets frustrated with school work he always asks you for help (he loves it because he gets to be close to you and can put his head on your shoulder) He would probably whine and tell you he wants to cuddle instead of doing work, but you promise you will spend the whole night with him when he finishes

• You let him play with your hair and let him know how much it relaxes you. He can be a bit clumsy at first with the way he shows physical affection. But I think he would put so much passion in everything he does for you

• He loves to take baths with you ♡ after a rough day you take good care of him, cleaning him giving him a massage etc (Denji will do the same for you but he can get a bit nervous at first)

• I feel like he isn’t used to getting presents so if you ever get him something like a shirt a scarf or whatever, he will wear it all the time and everyday

• Give him hugs at random times and he will melt. Or wrap your arm around his when you two are out or give him a hand, he thinks he is the luckiest person in the world

• What Denji loves the most is when you give him sudden bursts of affection . You suddenly attack him with kisses all over his face and say things like “Aah Denji I love you so much you are so cute~♡” He probably faints first and when he wakes up he returns the kisses by ten to your face, neck, arms, hands EVERYWHERE

• I was also thinking about summer days with Denji. Spending the time together complaining about the heat but still cuddling despite the sweat. (He gets even hornier when it’s warm just saying) he still isn’t the greatest swimmer so you still have a lot to teach him, he probably ends up pretending he can’t do something so you can hold him again

• Last but not least Denji loves sleeping on your chest just to hear your heartbeat, he thinks he won’t be able to sleep if he can’t hear it

Denji is so gratefull to have someone that truly loves him, he doesn't know how to say it so instead he shows you his gratitude by always being with you and being very physically affectionate. I really think a guy like him is a treasure, he deserves a great life. I'm still praying for the author to go easy on him in the next part of the manga sjjdjdjdj

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Throat Training Sukuna x F!Reader Oneshot

Summary: You indulge in a midnight escapade with Sukuna

Warnings: NSFW, heavy BDSM, sadism, masochism, throat fucking, gagging, oral (female and male receiving), degradation, praising, established dom/sub relationship, mentions of voyeurism, dubcon, breathplay, unedited, porn without plot, graphic sex, swearing Word Count: 3.2k

Another late night mission had you tired and ready to pass out as soon as possible. You mentally noted physical violence towards Gojo for sending you on this one alone. Not only did it take several days to complete, but it was also your first mission all by yourself.

Quietly trudging through the dark hall, you made your way to your dorm, hoping no one was awake to prevent you from getting to your bed as fast as possible. When you entered your room, you did not expect Sukuna of all people to be casually laying in your bed.

"What are you doing here?" You asked timidly, keeping the door open in order to have an escape route.

"Oh, I think you know what I'm doing here," He chuckled, rising from your bed. His demeanor seemed sinister in a way as walked. He strolled past you, peeking out the dark hallway to make sure no one was around before shutting the door quietly.

"What about Yuji?" You inquired, eyes trained on Sukuna as he moved to stand in front of you.

"The brat? Sound asleep, and he's gonna stay that way," Sukuna chuckled maniacally, "You worry too much about him, your messages are starting to cause him to fall in love. It's disgusting."

"How else would I let you know what I was doing?" You retorted, setting your bag on the floor. "You're not in my head, and you don't have a cellphone."

"Still, I don't want the little brat thinking he can lay claim to you. You're mine." He growled, his nails ghosting over your cheek.

It was quiet, a stare-off commencing between you and him. These midnight visits were starting to become a common occurrence between you two. You didn't know if Yuji even knew what was happening. Or worse, he knew and was watching the whole time.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" You questioned, hesitantly leaning into his touch.

"Positive." He replied instantly, his other hand grabbing your wrist, "Besides since you were oh-so-stressed about that mission, I can help relieve it."

You nodded, allowing him to pull you to the bed. He sat, pulling you onto his lap, "Last I remember, we were in the middle of training that pretty throat of yours when we ran out of time."

"How is that going to relieve my stress," you scoffed, "Unless your intent is gaining my full submission."

"Mm, it is," He laughed, fingertips digging into your hips as he rolled his clothed cock against your sex, "You take your throat training like a good girl and I will relieve your stress by any means necessary, for as long as you'd like. Deal?"

You sighed, thinking about it, you figured why not?

"Deal," You stated.

"Good choice," Sukuna hummed, pulling you in for a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, "Clothes off."

You pulled yourself off of his lap, slowly removing your uniform. Sukuna stood, making his way to your wardrobe where your collar was kept. It was a pretty thing, matte red leather with a thick band and a matching red leash. Somehow, he was able to purchase it just for you without Yuji knowing.

When you were fully undressed, you lifted your hair up so Sukuna could secure the collar. He buckled it so it was snug against your neck before attaching the leash to the collar with a metallic click.

Sukuna pulled you in close by your leash, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Who do you belong to?" He whispered against your lips.

"You," You replied.

He delivered a sharp smack to your cheek before roughly grabbing your jaw to pull you back, "Try again."

"I belong to you, Master Sukuna," You breathed, taken aback by the sudden slap, but not surprised by it, "I'm sorry, Master."

"Very good, little one," He hummed, pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

His tongue dominated your mouth, as usual, you heard the clink of his belt as he undid it. You waited patiently for your next command, knowing not to even breathe without his permission in these scenes. He was ruthless with his punishments. Likewise, his aftercare was heavenly, making it all worthwhile.

"On your knees, hands behind your back." He commanded, letting the leash slacken as you lowered yourself in front of him, interlocking your fingers behind your back.

Sukuna pulled down his underwear, fisting his cock directly above your face, "Stick that pretty tongue out for me, little one."

You complied, letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, tilting your head up at him. He ran his cock over your tongue, letting his precum coat your tongue before coating his cock with your saliva. Holding still, you waited patiently as he rubbed his dick all over your face, something he did when he was in a sadistic mood.

"Suck." He commanded, his hands pulling your hair back into a ponytail.

You took his cock into your mouth without a second thought, suckling on the tip before bobbing your head in order to fill your mouth. Sukuna grinned down at you, holding eye contact as you blew him. Eye contact was an expectation, and you shuddered every time you remembered how hard he'd slap you if you broke that eye contact.

Your jaw began to ache, but you could care less. Your only focus at this moment was being the perfect toy for Sukuna, nothing more. It was a game both you and Sukuna had come to enjoy from day one. Not that it was ever planned, he just happened to take over Yuji's body mid-mission and you were forced to get along with him. Then, when you got back to Jujutsu Tech, he took over again, building a give and take relationship with you over time.

To you, this relationship was special. Dangerous. If Gojo found out you were sleeping with the King of Curses without Yuji knowing, you were as good as dead. Fornicating with him was bad, but openly being at his every command daily? You may as well have planned your execution.

Sukuna started to take control, weaving his hands in your hair to get a better grip as he held your head still, thrusting deep into your mouth. Your grip on your hands tightened as you gagged around his cock, but never once trying to push him away. Tears rolled down your cheeks, but you were loving every second of it.

He pushed your head as far down as it would go, then pushed harder to force his cock down your throat. You could feel his bulge against your collar as your throat expanded, you gagged twice before you allowed your throat to relax around his cock.

"Good girl," He moaned, pulling out slowly, "Fuck, little one, you're doing so well."

He let you breathe before signaling you to open up again.

You weren't as prepared for him to hold both sides of your head, increasing his thrusts, touching the back of your throat each time. You tried to relax and breathe, allowing Sukuna to use your mouth as he pleased, but your gag reflex was becoming a problem.

Slowing down, he focused on long, slow strokes in order to fuck deeper into your throat. It helped, you were able to relax and adjust your breathing, but feeling him push into your throat over and over again was weakening your resolve.

You blinked away tears, focusing on the blissed-out look on Sukuna's face.

When he caught your gaze, he pushed all the way in once more, your nose touching his stomach. Your gagging was becoming obscene, and now you were having trouble breathing. Groaning against his cock, you tried gently pulling away, only to be met with Sukuna thrusting into your throat, hips moving back and forth in tiny thrusts to further force you to choke on his cock.

Just to be cruel, Sukuna pinched your nostrils closed, loving how you struggled to breathe or pull away from his cock. The sight alone almost made him cum.

You started to panic, using your hands to push at Sukuna's thighs, begging for release. Frowning, he let you go, displeased as you fell backward on your ass.

"Master, I-I'm sorry I-"

"Quiet," Sukuna growled. You disobeyed his command, "Back on your knees."

Despite your blurry vision, you were able to reposition yourself on your knees, straightening your posture and putting your hands behind your back once more, hoping he wasn't angry. Sukuna quietly moved towards your wardrobe, retrieving the leather cuffs you remembered all too well. He didn't use them very often, preferring to use his own hand or test your obedience.

He walked behind you, crouching down in order to secure the cuffs. Keeping quiet as he did, you lowered your breathing and gulped, he was being unusually quiet.

When he came back to stand in front of you, he had your phone in hand.

Oh no.

To you, it meant that he was going to do something worth taking a picture of, something either embarrassing or painful for you to rewatch later.

He didn't even order you to do anything, just forcing the entirety of his cock in your mouth, holding you in such a way that you would stay buried to the hilt. Before you could realize what was happening, Sukuna grabbed his belt. Looping it around the back of your neck, you panicked as he started to fasten it around his thighs nonchalantly. Now, you had no choice but to sit there with his cock in your mouth, you wouldn't be able to pull away again.

Humming, Sukuna unlocked your phone fiddling with a few apps before opening the camera, taking several pictures of you from his point of view, as well as from the side so you could see how he filled your throat up. The flash was bright enough to blind you as he started taking a video.

"Such a bad girl," He purred, roughly slapping one cheek before doing the same to the other, "If you would've just sucked my cock like a good girl, I wouldn't have had to force you to choke on my cock, now would I?"

You shook your head as best you could, rubbing your tongue along the underside of his cock in order to try and regain his favor. You swallowed around him, trying to give him some sort of pleasure that would make him let you go.

Sukuna started once again thrusting lightly into your throat, you gagged and coughed around his cock, but nothing you did would motivate him to undo the belt. Spit starting pooling, slowly coming out the sides of your mouth and dripping onto the floor, creating a bigger mess than expected.

In the midst of your throat being fucked, you realized just how turned on you were. The unmistakable ache settling between your legs, followed by growing wetness gave way to how much you really enjoyed this.

Sukuna stopped thrusting into your throat at the sound of a ringtone going off, to your confusion. He turned the phone around so you could see:

Incoming Call

Megumi Fushiguro

"Hmm, what do you think? Should I answer?" He teased, his finger hovering over the answer button, "So odd, calling at this time of night, maybe he wanted a chance to fuck your throat, too."

You shook your head furiously, whining and squirming, doing anything to get him not to answer.

Suddenly, the ringing ended, Megumi hung up to your relief.

"I guess not," Sukuna sighed, scrolling through your phone, "God I love this feeling of your warm little throat, I may just have to use it more often, what do you think little one?"

To your surprise, you nodded. Although uncomfortable, you enjoyed this kind of restriction. It gave you a thrill and undeniable pleasure.

"Oh? You like your Master using your throat like this?" He teased, slightly moving his hips side to side, your head forced to move with his hips, "Fuck, I might just have to use my throat as my personal little cockwarmer, what do you say?"

Before you could answer, your phone started making noise again, this time, you knew it wasn't a call.

Sukuna smiled, turning the phone to show you a 10 timer had run out. He turned it off before tossing the phone on the bed, undoing the belt that confined you to his cock, he allowed you a few inches of room to breathe before pulling you back down. Now he was really fucking your throat.

His thrusts became deeper, harder, relentless almost. he kept fucking your throat, now accustomed to the invasive feeling, you no longer gagged at the feeling of him making your throat bulge. Holding your gaze, he gave a few more thrusts before pulling you all the way onto his cock again.

You felt his cock twitch before the feeling of his cum invaded your throat. Swallowing as best you could, you moaned, losing yourself to submission as his balls clenched and flexed against your chin.

He stayed in your mouth for another minute before releasing you slowly, making sure you weren't too eager to stop sucking his cock. You gasped when your mouth was finally empty, panting and coughing. You felt dizzy in a good way as if you were floating.

Sukuna dropped the belt, coming to your level, he cupped your cheek.

"My good girl," He hummed, kissing your forehead, "You did so well, you took your punishment like a good girl, I'm so proud."

Taking a few seconds to praise you and kiss various parts of your face, he finally brought his lips to yours, gently kissing you before undoing the handcuffs. Lifting you up and carrying you to the bed, you wrapped your sore arms around his neck, enjoying his scent for the briefest of moments.

He set you on the edge of the bed gently before undoing the leash, setting it aside.

"Lay back," he commanded softly.

You did so, relishing in the feeling of finally being able to lay down. Sukuna draped one leg over his shoulder, the other being pushed open wide.

"Do you want me to lick all the stress away, little one?" Sukuna asked, eyeing your soaked cunt.

"Yes, please Master," You whimpered.

Sukuna allowed a mouth to form on his hand before cupping your sex, eating you in a way no one else could. You immediately started whining and whimpering at the feeling. Sukuna enjoyed watching you fall apart like this, especially after you'd been punished. Caressing your thigh, he left soft kisses and bite marks along the innermost part before moving to your other thigh, doing the same, all the while his mouth-hand lapped at your cunt.

"Master!" You moaned needily, "More, please..."

Your hips were grinding into his hand.

Sukuna glance at you through hooded lids, enjoying the way you chased your release. For a moment he pondered edging you, but decided against it, realizing how well you had just taken your punishment.

Adjusting his hand, Sukuna brought the mouth to your entrance, using his fingers to rub slow circles on your clit while he tongue fucked you.

You were trembling now, and Sukuna made sure you were teetering on the edge. Slipping two fingers from his free hand into his mouth, he brought them to the puckered hole resting just below his hand, exploring your reaction as he slowly rubbed it.

Your legs started shaking even more as you tried to cover your mouth at the new feeling. Sukuna just chuckled, bringing his own mouth to your ass, roughly shoving his tongue inside as he increased the speed against your clit.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" You cried out, coming up on your elbows just to flop back down, "Gonna cum! Master!"

Sukuna replaced his tongue with his fingers, slipping a thick digit into your ass, sending you over the edge.

"FUCK MA-"

The rest was muffled by Sukuna's hand covering your mouth, muffling your screams. He knew that you would scream loud enough for the whole world to hear how he pleased you if you were allowed.

"Shhhh," he whispered, stroking your hair, "Feel better?"

You nodded, pulling him in to kiss you.

"Fuck me?" You asked shyly, "Please, Master?"

Sukuna wasted no time moving to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs and burying his cock inside you in one swift motion. You mewled, feeling his cock stretch you so deliciously.

As Sukuna started to pick up the pace, your phone started ringing, Megumi was calling you again.

Sukuna chuckled, handing it to you, "Answer it, try to keep quiet."

You dreaded this, it wasn't the first time he made you do it, but at least now you knew what to expect.

You answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Y/n, are you back yet?"

You frowned, lying in case, "Yeah I just got in, why?"

"I can't find Yuji, I think Sukuna took over and took off."

Sukuna started fucking you faster at the mention of his name.

"Shit, um ok let me think," You said quietly, trying to keep your composure as Sukuna brought a hand-mouth to your clit, "Are you sure Gojo didn't just take him somewhere?"

You heard a moment of silence on Megumi's end before he responded, "Yeah, actually I didn't think of that. I'll go find Gojo, thanks Y/n."

"No problem, I'm going to bed so don't bother me until tomorrow unless it really is an emergency," You felt a familiar build-up in between your legs, you bit your lip as you tried to ignore the overstimulation against your clit, "If anyone comes to wake me up I will come for your left knee cap and use it as a coaster, understood?"

"Yeah, yeah. Later." Megumi hung up, finally allowing you to flop back on the bad and enjoy Sukuna's ministrations uninterrupted.

The mouth on your clit worked faster as he fucked into you, "God I can't wait to finally fill this pretty little pussy up with my cum."

"Y-You know I won't allow that until you're no longer bunking with Yuji," You moaned, glaring at him.

"Oh I know little one," He teased, bringing a hand to your throat, choking you, eating you out, and fucking you all at the same time, "But one day I fill up this pretty little cunt with my seed, forever making you mine."

You couldn't speak being so intensely choked, as your head went fuzzy, you finally allowed the pressure pooling inside your stomach to be released, cumming all over Sukuna as he pulled out and came on your stomach.

You were panting, enjoying your post-orgasm haze.

Sukuna already moved away from you, starting to get dressed.

You sat up, reaching for any article of clothing to wipe the cum off your body.

"Did you really mean it?" You questioned, watching as Sukuna made sure his appearance looked like that of a disheveled sleepwalker.

"Mean what?" He replied.

"You want to forever make me yours?" You inquired, hobbling on shaky legs to your wardrobe for a clean pair of pajamas.

As you started to get dressed, you felt Sukuna wrap around you from behind, holding you close.

"As long as you draw breath," He started, one hand squeezing your hip, the other on your neck, "Just know that you are mine. And when you leave your human world, your soul will come to join me in the shadows."

You smiled, not being able to imagine it any other way.

"Forever to be your slave, huh?" You laughed, pulling your sleep shorts on.

Sukuna spun you around to face him, you were taken aback by the seriousness in his face, something rarely seen in a demon so aloof in this world.

"You will be by my side as my Queen of Curses, do you understand?" He asked in a serious tone.

You nodded slowly, kissing him one last time before he quietly snuck out of the room, leaving you with the promise that one day you would rule with him in the shadows as queen of the underworld.

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Hello, can I request for the event 64, 79 and 44 with Mahito? With an afab fem reader if thats okay. I wish you a happy birthday in advance💕

doll - mahito x fem!reader (2.6k)

mahito is just making sure you know how a doll behaves.

warnings: dark content warning! minors dni, not sfw. extremely dubious consent, implication of past non-consent. breeding, dollification, light dumbification, overstimulation, dom/sub (owner/doll) dynamics. slight inhuman/transfiguration (mahito using on himself). pet names (dolly, cutie, sweetie). afab reader, fem pronouns.

“There’s one thing you can certainly say for humans,” Mahito hums to himself, leaning forward so his face is very close to yours – you blink at him, your brain foggy and hazy. You feel like you should run from him. But his cool hand when he caresses your face is so familiar, the wide, bright smile cheerful. He can’t be that dangerous, can he? If you’re still here? His fingers trail down to the soft dress you’re wearing, pale blue froths of lace and cotton. “They have aesthetic sense down completely.”

He likes it. That makes you feel warm; you feel the smile that alights on your face, pliant and soft, and Mahito chuckles as he reaches forward and pokes your cheek.

“You look perfect, cutie,” he tells you, without a shadow of doubt in his voice. Everything he says, he says as if he is certain and assured of the world before him. His smile makes you feel comforted. Should you be comforted by him? Your eyes vaguely wander around the rest of your surroundings; the exposed brickwork, the rush of water, the scent of something fresh and spring-like in the air. “Ah, ah!” Your attention is drawn back to Mahito by the wag of his finger. “Eyes on me, okay? Good dolls keep their eyes straight forward!”

Good dolls. Maybe that explains the dress? The way your hair feels? The fact that Mahito’s hands are wrapping around your wrist to drag you up onto your feet, because surely a doll cannot move themselves? He smiles at you, petting your cheek again, cooing softly;

“Good girl. Come on, come here with me.” He tugs on those same wrists, dragging you over to a corner of the place he’s keeping you (something in your head whispers that this is a sewer, but that seems silly – you keep your eyes on Mahito instead, and he’s delighted by it). Here, there are blankets and pillows scattered over the ground.

“You don’t need them, of course,” he tells you, as he pushes you onto them and the sensation of your body falling onto concrete (even covered with the soft fabric) makes you let out a soft noise of pain. Mahito ignores it in favour of crouching, resting his elbows on his knees, watching you to make sure that you don’t move before he tells you to with that ever-present smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But they add to the aesthetic, don’t you think? You look so cute like that! All splayed out and helpless . . . mmm.” He tips his head to one side, grinning so widely his eyes crinkle at the corners.

You like how he looks with that smile on his face. That means he’s happy with you. You want him to be happy.

“Now . . .” He muses. “What shall I do with you next? We’ve already played dress-up, but . . . ahh,” he grins. “I think I want to play dress-down!”

He’s on you in moments, moving too fast for you to truly comprehend, as a cool mouth crashes against yours and a tongue a little too long to feel fully human snakes into your mouth. He tastes sweet and cloying at the same time as his tongue drags along your own, exploring across your teeth, venturing into every nook and cranny until you feel as though he’s conquering more than he’s kissing.

Hands tug at the flimsy cotton, the filmy lace. He’s so strong – it rips beneath fingers that almost seem like claws in moments, falling to one side of you as he pulls back with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his eyes lit by a feverish excitement.

“So good for me, dolly!” He exclaims. “You’re getting so good at this! Mm, it’s so much better when you don’t move – I like it even more then when you used to cry!”

You used to cry? You can’t imagine that. The smile on your face remains fixed there as you look up at him; Mahito is happy with you, and that means that you, too, are happy. He pats your cheek as one pats an animal, affectionate but detached. But that makes sense, doesn’t it? You’re just his possession. You’re just a doll.

You don’t say anything or make another noise, even as his freezing cold hands fasten around your thighs and tug them open, placing them either side of him where he’s kneeling between them.

You’re not wearing underwear; if you were supposed to be, you’re sure that Mahito would pass comment, but as he doesn’t you can only assume that dolls do not get underwear. Mahito’s eyes study the place nestled between your thighs with rapt attention, drinking you in like a painting – the mess of soft things beneath you like a nest, the ripped tatters of the pretty dress he’d painstakingly arranged you in, the sight of your skin untransformed and unmarked.

You’ve seen him transform other people.

(“I don’t need to do that to you, though, do I, dolly?” He’d purred, your chin in his grip, your eyes wide and terrified. “You’re going to be good for me without me needing to, aren’t you? You’re going to be my favourite!”. You push the memory back down. It’s better not to think.)

He sighs softly, running cool fingertips over your skin – skimming your heated core in a way that makes you want to squirm. It takes all of your energy to fight back the urge, but you’re rewarded with Mahito’s pleased hum as his finger dips between your folds, careful as he circles your entrance and ghosts your clit and touches you with the practised hand of someone who has learnt how to do so over time.

You can feel slick leak out of you with every new touch, Mahito’s skin glowing pale in the light as his smile doesn’t fade from his face.

“Hmm,” he says. “Shall we play a game together?”

You don’t say anything. You’re not supposed to say anything. Mahito is delighted with your silence, dragging you closer to him as he fumbles with the catch of his pants and you see him reach into them to pull out his cock. He’s hard, and you feel your body clench around nothing – Mahito’s cock always feels different, depending on what mood he’s in, but him inside of you feels right.

“I think I’m going to try breeding you again,” he says, off-handedly, grabbing your fingers and tugging them to his cock, urging them to wrap around it and pump. He lets out a pleasured sigh as you do as he says, his hand still guiding you in pace and in grip. He twitches beneath your fingers, but you remain soft and quiet the way you know he wants you to be. “Mm. I know it hasn’t taken the last few times, but it’s so much fun to see you leaking my cum, cutie!”

You don’t remember the last time you heard Mahito call you by a name that wasn’t ‘dolly’ or ‘cutie’ or ‘sweetie’ or some other honey-cloying pet name. You’re not sure if you actually remember your name.

Oh, well. You suppose it’s not like it matters. It’s not as if you see anybody but Mahito, it’s not as if you’ll see anybody but Mahito ever again--

“Are you listening to me?” The voice has dropped a few tones; there’s a sharpness, a serrated edge. You blink, forcing yourself to focus, realising that Mahito has dropped your hand so that he can shift forward to rub his cock against your damp folds. You blink at him once more and Mahito brings his face very close to yours, so the tip of his nose brushes against your own. “You can speak, dolly. Just this once. Are you listening to me?”

Your heart beats fast against your chest, a clock ticking away the seconds too quickly. You open your mouth, your voice coming out dry and cracked as you whimper;

“. . . breed me.”

He laughs, something wild and open and free – and then, he’s pulled his hips back and has thrust his entire length into you in one fluid motion.

For a moment, you think you’re going to break in two; that you’re simply going to be ripped apart by him like shredded tissue paper. But you do not break, as he pulls out again and slips into a quick, hungry rhythm. Your hands and your legs ache to wrap around him. You want to dig your nails into his (surprisingly muscular, considering how slight he sometimes looks) shoulders and wrap your thighs about his hips and fuck back. But you know that he won’t like that, so you keep your eyes wide open the way that Mahito himself does and you will yourself to not relax.

“Ahhh,” he grunts, in between thrusts. “you’re doing your best! That’s so cute! Mm, but – sometimes I want you to misbehave, y’know? Let’s see if I can make you react!”

His fingers delve between your thighs to play with your clit as he keeps fucking into you; finger circling the delicate bud before brushing across it, grinding the pad into it, gently pinching. You need to squirm. Your mouth opens wide and you let needy pants come out of it, but you keep your muscles as still as you can.

Mahito giggles.

“Aww, come on!” He tells you, his laughter like a creaky gate in the wind. “You can give me more than that, can’t you? I want you to cum, dolly!”

You feel yourself tighten around his cock at the easy way he says it; as if it’s as simple as breathing. You can feel tears threatening to squeeze out of the corner of your eye from just how rough he’s being with you. But dolls don’t feel pain, do they? The hand still around your thigh digs in even harder as he redoubles his efforts over your clit, his cock sliding in and out of you in the rough, slick strokes of his hips--

And it’s all of a sudden too much. The noise that falls from your lips is pathetic; a whimper so soft that if it weren’t Mahito, perhaps would have gone unnoticed. His eyelids flutter closed at the feel of your channel pulsing around him in the shocks of your orgasm.

“That’s right,” he breathes, hungry and desperate for more. “Mm, I won’t even tell you off – you get so tight when you cum, I want you to do it again--”

“C-can’t—” The word tumbles from your mouth as you’re still weakly squeezing him. He simply grins at you, finger roughly increasing the pace and strength of how he’s touching you as if he’s daring you to not cum. This time, it’s too much – and though you’ve been a good little doll for him so far, you’re still over-sensitive and trembling from your recent orgasm, and you squirm away from him with another little whimper.

He groans.

“Bad,” he tells you, like he’s telling off a dog. “You’re supposed to stay still! You know that!”

“Too much,” you’re mumbling to him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. “M-Mahito, please--”

A shuddering breath.

“You’re lucky I like it when you say my name,” he breathes, lowering his face to your cheek, a tongue too long and flexible licking up the skin. “I should be punishing you for being bad . . . mm, instead, cutie, I think I’ll just make you cum again . . .”

You shake your head and he laughs, pressing his face against yours so your cheek presses against one of the pillows.

“It wasn’t an offer,” he tells you, half-cold and half-amused. “It was a warning!”

Slam.

His hips increase in their hungry pace. His fingers get rougher – he pinches your clit and seems to revel in the squeak of pain that falls from you, grinding his fingers so hard against you that you think he might rip through your body.

He doesn’t.

Heat coils in your gut, low and pounding, and your hips jerk as you feel yourself cum around him again, a hiccuping sob escaping your mouth as the painful sharp clench of your channel around his thick, too-hard cock makes you feel like you’re about to break in two.

Mahito’s own voice is starting to pitch and break, his groans getting breathier and higher with every jack-hammer of his hips into you. You think he’s getting close.

“One more,” he mumbles to himself, his face feverish, a light in his eyes manic and unhinged. “Mm, cum around my cock once more, cutie, and I’m gonna fill you up so good--”

Once more. You can do that, right? For Mahito? So he’s nice to you and pleased with you and pats your cheek and calls you a good doll and doesn’t threaten to make of you what he’s made of so many other toys he’s brought down here and grown bored with?

“Please—” You’re forcing the beg out through a dry throat, your eyes still on him. “I . . . I wanna cum again--”

“Good girl!” He laughs, and you feel the twitch of his hips signifying his release is coming to a close. “That’s the spirit, dolly! Y-your wish is my command!” He’s getting even more breathless and hungry. This time, it’s his thumb that rubs against your clit – teasing, touching, petting, swirling. You’re so sensitive that the barest brush of skin against you feels like fire, but you can’t deny that you’re wet and pulsing around him too.

Every thrust of his cock is so wet that it echoes around the sewers. You’ve truly ruined the nest of blankets that Mahito has made for you. But once he cums, he’ll leave you alone and let you get your bearings back, so you let your head drop fully and your eyes close as white-hot pain-pleasure explodes behind your eyelids and you cum so hard that you think you black out.

Mahito is groaning, fucking into you – filling you up, with hot, wet squelches of his release that he pumps into you with every needy thrust of his hips. He always cums so much inside – you leak him for hours, and Mahito loves that. He always laughs brightly and says he’s just reminding you who you belong to.

So full. You think your stomach is distended, just a little, from how much cum he’s pumped into you – nothing about Mahito is truly human, and the thick heat settling all through your womb is no different.

He pulls out of you breathlessly, the light in his eyes just growing brighter and brighter as he looks down at how much he’s debased his little doll, whistling tunelessly as he smooths a thumb over your cheek.

You don’t respond to it. Which is exactly how he wants you to be.

He giggles again as he props you up on a pile of pillows, so your hips are angled in such a way that you don’t feel the copious ooze of his cum as it trickles down your thighs. He leans in and licks at your folds, making you shudder in over-stimulated pain. He doesn’t seem to care about tasting his own cum.

“Mmm,” he says. “You look so nice full of me, dolly! But I think you’d look nicer full of me everywhere.” He sighs, pleased, running a hand over the soft skin of your stomach. “I want to see you get all swollen! I want to see how nice your tits will look in our dresses if they get big and full of milk. Ahh! I hope it takes this time!”

He draws himself up to his full height, smiling down at you, your gaze hazy and unfocused once more.

“What do you think, dolly?” He asks you, those two-toned eyes not leaving your face for a moment.

You press your lips together.

Good dolls don’t speak unless they’re told to.

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all i wanna do (m)

✯pairing: itadori yūji x reader

✯synopsis: he’s starving and you’re the only one who can sate his hunger

✯wordcount: 1.1k

✯warning: cunnilingus, spit, praise and squirting, light work really.

✯note: this is dedicated to my dear @kohis-simp :DD this was made to torment her HAVSJDJDH

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“If I read one more chapter my head is going to explode.” He whines against your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you continue to examine your work. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I need to study baby.” You flip to the next page, your insensibility visibly upsetting Yuuji as he pouts against your neck, incoherently muttering to himself. 

“But…I’m bored.” 

“Yeah? Find something to do. Maybe eat something, hm?” Humming as you turn and press a kiss against his shoulder, shaking his arms off of you to encourage him to find a different way to amuse himself as you had much to do.

He hums a little, visibly contemplating your suggestions before a mischievous smirk spreads across his lips. His fingers press into your sides a tad bit harder, something that goes unnoticed by you. Sneaky little thing. 

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a friend in need

Pairing: Itadori x Reader, mild Sukuna x Reader, mild Sukuna x Itadori

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ NSFW, aged up characters, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, tw virginity, tw virginity loss, anal play, Sukuna being Sukuna

A/N: Virginity is a construct, first and foremost. Secondly, this is just supposed to be fun and kinda fluffy, I guess, with just a sprinkle of mutual pining and absolute idiots that find it easier to sleep with each other than confess their feelings! Featuring a sneaky Superbad reference bc I have no shame.

Written for the corrupt-a-virgin collab! You can find the master list here.

WC: 5.4K

“I decided something.”

Itadori glances up from his manga and smiles at you, like you didn’t just barge unannounced into his apartment, like you didn’t just slam the door to his bedroom open so violently it bounced off the wall and careened back towards you.

“Oh?”

You nod, vigorously. “And it’s life-changing.”

“Oh!” Obligingly he sets his book down, sits up on his knees, palms resting on his legs so you can see you have his full, undivided attention—

“I’m going to lose my virginity.”

—and he promptly slips off the edge of his bed. Only years of training keep him from smashing his nose against the floor, but his desperate scrabble does nothing to hide the faint flush that paints his cheeks. “I—congrats?” Awkwardly, he scratches the back of his head as he rises to sit back on the edge of the bed. “Dunno why you’re telling me this, but I mean…yay?”

His thumbs-up wilts a little when you kneel before him, eyes glittering beseechingly as you lean forward. “I want you to take it.”

“Eh?”

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