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TOJI LMAO

How many?

characters — gojo geto nanami choso toji sukuna

content — mostly sfw, getos and nanami are suggestive, this is so lazy, reader is sooo spoiled

a/n — suggest smaus pls i love making these

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Texts between you and Boyfriend!Takuma Ino Part 2!!

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better view soon if I don't forget (though i may need to keep it on X)

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Rock Hard

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Summary- 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 Including- 𝖦𝗈𝗃𝗈, 𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗈, 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂, 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗈, 𝖳𝗈𝗃𝗂, 𝖲𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖺, 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗎, 𝖨𝗇𝗈, Content Warnings- 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖨𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂,

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Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI

AN- Ngl I'm not overly happy with how it turned out, but I figured it would be better to post it than to post nothing.

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Silly, silly man. My silly little man. 😂

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Peaceful mornings with gojo and a cat

( both versions)

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sick dayᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

toji and shiu take care of their sickly girl <3

warnings: slightly suggestive, overwhelmingly fluffy!

a/n: i was not expecting this one to get so soft! also, guess who woke up sick this morning... teehee

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ෆ You didn’t say anything at the party.

Not when the girl leaned in too close. Not when she touched his arm. Not when Choso—sweet, awkward, bashful Choso—just smiled and let her.

He didn’t flirt back.

But he didn’t stop it either.

So you smiled. Kissed his cheek. Told him you were ready to go.

And now?

Now he’s tied to the bed, wrists knotted to the headboard with silk, hips twitching up desperately while you sit on top of him, panties soaked and pressed right against the swollen bulge in his sweatpants.

“You liked her touching you?”

“N-no—” he gasps, “I—I didn’t even notice—”

“But you didn’t stop her.”

You grind your hips slowly over his cock, feeling it throb hard against your clothed cunt. His breath catches, back arching off the bed.

“I was being polite—” he chokes.

“Polite?” You lean down, lips brushing his ear. “You let her get so close. Let her touch you like you weren’t already mine.”

“I didn’t—fuck—I didn’t mean to—”

You roll your hips again, slow and cruel, and watch him suffer. He’s so hard it looks painful, his cock straining against the fabric.

“I should fuck someone else,” you whisper, voice dark. “Make you watch. Maybe then you’d understand how it feels.”

He gasps, shaking his head. “No—please, baby—I didn’t mean it—I swear—!”

“Then take your punishment.”

You sit up and grind again—rhythmic, wet, dragging your soaked panties over the shape of his cock. Every friction-drenched pass makes him moan louder, hips bucking involuntarily before you slap his thigh.

“Stay still.”

He’s panting now. Sweating. Eyes glassy.

You run your hands down his chest and smirk. “You wanna cum so bad, huh?”

“Yes—please—I’m so close—”

“But I haven’t even touched your cock,” you murmur, grinding down harder, letting your clit rub just right along his length. “You gonna cum in your pants like a desperate little virgin?”

He whines, shaking beneath you. “Please—let me—let me cum—please, I won’t look at anyone else—I promise—”

You lean down again, breath hot on his lips. “You’re lucky I’m even using you right now.”

He groans. His cock twitches. He’s so close—hips jerking, chest heaving, mouth dropping open in a silent cry.

And then?

You stop moving.

Lift your hips just enough to take the pressure off.

He sobs. Loud.

“Why—why’d you stop—? I was so close—!”

“I know,” you say sweetly, brushing his hair off his forehead. “That’s the punishment.”

You reach down and cup his leaking cock through his sweats, squeezing just enough to make him twitch again.

“You don’t get to cum until I feel like you deserve it.”

“Please—please, baby—”

You rub slow, just enough to edge him again, then pull away before he tips.

“You gonna let another girl touch you again?”

“No—n-never—I swear—”

“You sure? You looked real flustered. Thought maybe you liked it.”

“I only want you,” he gasps. “Please—please let me cum—I’ll be so good—”

You straddle him again, grinding softer now, just enough to keep him crying.

“Next time you forget who you belong to, I’m not going to grind on you.”

You lean in, lips barely brushing his, whispering—

“I’ll let someone else do it while you watch.”

And just like that?

He cums in his pants. Loud, shaking, sobbing with his head thrown back, cock twitching uncontrollably beneath you as he ruins himself under your control.

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you are phainon’s darling and you’re waving him off to another expedition at the gates of okhema.

you, blows phainon a flying kiss: “i will miss you, come back soon!”

phainon, almost kneeling over from bliss: “star of my chest, light of my day, i miss you too, wait for me—“

mydei: “you two are disgusting. get out of my sight.”

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hiii!! i love ur writing its so cute ohgggggh☹️☹️ can i request for phainon with a reader that has so much love for him that they get cute aggression on him? like them squeezing the hell out of him n squishing n pulling his cheeks😞

hi anonnie, thank u sm :3 <3 sorry this is very simple!!! i hope u still like it (@￣□￣@;)！！

"you're so pretty, it isn't fair."

phainon is a happy boy, having you sat on his lap—as you dote on him for being pretty. and it's not like he doesn't know that, there's a reason he has such an intricate skincare routine.

your hands cup both sides of his face, playing around with angles as you tilt his head here and there. so all he has to do is give you the sweetest smile and you're weak, pressing those kisses that get him all soft. "thannkkk you, angel." his voice drips with nothing but love, with a hint of need.

best believe he whines when you pull away, though he catches that you've got some weird look in your eyes—like you're studying him—as if he hasn't told you everything you could ever know about him.

"hm?" "nothing just.."

your hands squish his face, and he makes a noise about it. oh gods.

"cute.." now you may look like an ethereal being but now it feels like you're trying to sculpt his body into one, treating his face like clay as you squeeze and pull on it over and over. "amgh— anghl— angel!"

he's put his hands over yours, effectively stopping you from basically ripping his skin off. "phainon?"

"my face hurts.." he mumbled, pressing feather light kisses to the palm of your hand. "make me feel better."

he's puckering his lips like an idiot now.

and you fall for it every time.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

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"hey bro pass me the salt"

"...bro? you're not getting the salt"

yup, it was a bad idea, you knew it but the idea seemed hilarious! you never really call him anything other than his name or love, honey or sweetheart. but bro? or even dude? yeah no, never.

he seemed genuinely offended, he was casually eating and savouring every bite of his favourite meal that you cooked and instead of intimately asking him "how's the food honey?" you go for "pass me the salt bro" ? criminal offense you should be jailed.

and he is so damn dramatic that he too refused to call you anything but bro. at first you passed it off as like him getting back at you but it's been 2 WEEKS FOR GOD'S SAKE! if pettiness was a human then it would be them, literally.

"okay fine! I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you bro even though it sounded silly!"

you cling to his arm, out of frustration, and touch-starved as creases between your brows and a frown adorns your face. you nuzzle your face and rub it on his biceps in an attempt to break down that wall. "please baby please?" you make puppy eyes at him. this one's gotta work...

he hesitates for a moment before sighing and dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your lips. "anything but bro dear... please... I would want nothing but endearments and my name falling from your lips" and another kiss.

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NEUVILLETTE, WRIOTHESLEY, CAPITANO, DILUC, ANAXAGORAS, MYDEIMOS, PHAINON, DR RATIO, SUNDAY (he probably won't even be mad for that long), GOJO, VERGIL, CALEB, ZAYNE, AZUL, MALLEUS, VIL, SATAN, LUCIFER, ALUCARD

divider by @/cafekitsune (animated one)

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Silly things Phainon does when he's bored/wants your attention.

Places one pancake under your chin, another on top of your head and declares that he's going to “eat this stack of honeycakes in one bite”.

Plops down beside you belly up and keeps on dramatically sighing.

Calls out your name, when you acknowledge him, he goes quiet, when you return to whatever you were doing he calls out your name again with more urgency ; repeat until you stomp towards him.

Picks you up, shakes you like a salt shaker, sets you down somewhere with a cushion, goes away like nothing happened.

Makes you wear all the antique jewelry in his collection and eventually, makes a barricade around you with everything else he owns, too. Then says, “This is the culmination of my whole life's finances and yet, you remain the most invaluable.”

Pokes you.

Plays with your hair. He thinks he can pull off that one over-complicated hairstyle he saw online.

Tells you jokes and puns.

Pretends to be your shadow and follows you around everywhere wordlessly. Whoever laughs first loses.

Rage-baits you with atrocious outfit suggestions so that you'll start debating with him.

Tells you that he knows a magic trick and detaches his ahoge (it was a fake one).

Calls you (you're literally just a wall apart) but, he's stealthily taken your phone with him. When you're close enough in search of it, he pounces.

Starts mentioning random facts about things.

Starts gossiping about the Council of Elders and that one annoying classmate he had.

Asks you questions like, “How do you think the fishes at Styxia taste?”

Tickles you.

Doodles his neck tattoo, little stars, leaves and flowers on your palm.

Talks about all the adventures he wants to do with you in the future.

Gently headbutts your arm, thigh and cheek to suggest that he demands pets.

Aggressively rubs his face on you when you still don't get/ignore the hint.

Can and will bite you.

Pretends to get hurt so that you'll pay attention to him.

Wrestles titankin, stacks them on top of each other and proudly shows off his ‘hunt’ to you. Please praise him.

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a soon-to-be-husband's plan for successful marriage! w.c. ~900

requested by: @kimura-uzuri lots of kisses as per the request, suggestive, all of them are idiots in love and mega pathetic (just how we like 'em amirite) added some extra characters & stretched the prompt, but the core remains the same - hopefully you don't mind :)) (!! written before playing 3.1! only seen some bits and pieces)

anaxagoras's "all according to calculation" love letter!

to my dearest, if you were to reject me, i think i'd cry with my one eye since our fateful encounter, i've found myself... happy agitated, with these bothersome feelings aglaea said it was "love". hah. what does she know?, aroused by, simply, your presence in my orbit. it nags endlessly, claws at my throat when i breathe, these insignicant matters should afford me no pleasure... yet, the heart is no longer a master of itself, desperately wrestling from your grip, but inevitably chained to your smile that is interwoven with my memories. i also cannot forget how you suplexed me after our first kiss my lips spring and curve at an accord of their own when you spare as little as a glance at me. to who else can be ascribed such a feat? congratulations i guess a scholar's instinct is to question in the face of adversity. and questions must be accompanied by answers. as i write this to you, i have finally sumrised the truth. why i feel what i do, i must acknowledge it now... i adore you. i am eternally yours-- i must spend my life with you. ... *unintelligible scribbling*

anaxagoras looks up from his page, staring at you. "did that work?"

work? it didn't even try. "what? what are you- why did you read me a whole love letter? i didn't even know you had it in your bones to write sappy romance."

anaxagoras's eye twitches. he took that to heart. his formula for the perfect proposal is breaking, time to move onto plan b.

you throw your hands on your hips. "what's with you?" kiss. "you just came home after-" kiss. "-being away for so long." kiss. "is something wrong with your head?" kiss. "stop that! it won't distract me from your failure of a proposal."

"tch." anaxa clicks his tongue, slumping defeatedly like a child who got caught red-handed. so much for his perfect plan. well, when all else fails, there's only one final strategy: "well? are we getting engaged?"

you sigh. "you could've said that in the first place..." kiss. "..."

little did you know, that was a display of anaxagoras's restraint. the power of a scholar comes from more than their words, you learned the hard way, sore in bed the next day.

phainon's "super special, totally epic °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°" checklist!

1. i miss my partner so much... (´-ω-`) must return to okhema 2. buy a ring (maybe ask aglaea?) (ugh, i can't let mydei know or he'll tease me) 3. ??? 4. become husband!!! (☆ω☆)

step 1. miss my partner... check. duh. ┐(‘～` )┌ return to okhema? check.

step 2. buy a ring. check. aglaea, with a stifled chuckle, gladly helped the clueless phainon pick out a ring perfect for you. after all, someone who pairs an orange shirt with purple pants could hardly be trusted with picking out an engagement ring. successfully avoided mydei's keen eyes.

step 3. ???

phainon stares at you. "???"

"???" you stare back.

"???????????" phainon took the third step too literally. what is this doofus doing?

realising that his plan is falling apart, phainon panics. "c-c-c-c-can i k-kiss you?" his lips unconsciously push together, pouting, as if practicing his kissing on your ghost.

you frown. "why are you asking like it's our first time doing it?"

"oh, right..."

you playfully roll your eyes. "come here, you."

phainon skips over, brightened, lowering his head for you. you press kisses on them. then, ten more for good measure, because, well, phainon and kisses just go well together, clicking like a puzzle.

"haha, that was nice." phainon's cheeks were red as tomatoes, pressing his hands on them like a youthful maiden in love. then, he latches onto your arm, intertwining. "let's settle down soon. i'm so tired of fighting bad guys all day," he mumbles.

"settle down? like family?" you ask.

"whatever you desire: children, dogs, cats, potted plants. i'm okay with anything you want, as long as you want it," phainon beams. "i just want to start a new life with you!"

beneath all the sweet words, phainon feels that he forgot something integral... something something... become husband... well, whatever. as long as you're happy, phainon can't think of much else when you're calling out his name at night. ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) the neighbours are tired bro...

(days later, you found the engagement ring left in his pocket before taking his clothes for laundry)

mydei's "conquer and overcome all adversities" (is he still talking about proposing?) goal!

1. propose

mydei holds out his hand. "let us form a legal, committal union under a contract."

your jaw drops. mydei had just returned home and these were his first words after being apart for so long? "s-sorry?"

mydei huffs. "you know what i mean."

"you mean a marri-"

COUGH COUGH.

...?

you scrunch your eyebrows. "you want to marr-"

COUGH COUGH.

... mydei is blushing, eyes glossy. how could one word have such an effect? scratch that, how has he made it this far into the relationship? romance was certainly not in the kremnoan dictionary.

you take a deep breath. "mydei, you can just say the word."

"the word."

you sigh. this was too slow. "fine. i agree."

"agree?" mydei looks at you expectantly.

"to establish a legal contract that binds us together."

"oh," mydei smiles. "well, let us make haste." he swings you over his shoulder easily, as if carrying feathers. now, it's going too fast - he really can't set a pace.

"hey! what the-" by the time you realised, you were already at an altar, face-to-face with your husband-to-be. never in your life have you witnessed your body being covered in so many marks the night after the wedding, and your lips were definitely bruised.

you sternly warned mydei, and what is repressed comes back stronger, as he hugged you 24/7, stealing your waist instead of lips. a kremnoan warrior always stays conquering, even when proving his eternal love for you.

a/n: i just found out there are anaxa chibis but its too late im afraid. pea head anaxa for life who's with me also here's some behind the scenes! originally i wrote this for phainon's step 3:

phainon gets on his knees and- oh, oh my god- "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

"phainon???" his name barely leaves your mouth as a breath, for you can hardly construct words, let alone a sentence.

LMAOOO it was way too much. anw ty again! i had fun writing it! sorry this was kinda short, i wrote this up as quick as i could. but if you'd like me to re-make the request bc it was too silly, lemme know xx

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I h8te myself

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mmm js imagine sunday from hsr w sensitive wings?? like sunday will be on our laps and when we touch his wings he gets all flustered and can’t stop squirming in our laps. I ALSO DONT DOUBT THAT HE COULD JS CUM WITH HIS WINGS GETTING PLAYED WITH

Dom!reader x sub!sunday - reader is gn

Warning: pegging (I use dick), cockwarming, dacryphilia, hierophilia, teasing, wing play (??), riding

Sunday my loveeeee, god have I mentioned it before that my fav position is riding? I just can’t pass on the chance to stare at his pretty face~ (edit: No one told me I forgot to finish writing the kink warnings - whyyyy)

The room was so quiet, if one didn’t listen carefully, they wouldn’t have picked up any sounds at all. What a shame for the fools that missed it, for they could have graced their ears with an angel’s singing.

This was really a huge step out of his comfort zone, for him to be placed on your lap like that. His heaving chest pressed against yours, both hands crossed in front of his slightly parted lips, legs trembling as they squeezed yours. Tears swelled in his eyes, and occasionally little whines would escape his throat. You’ve been making him sit all obediently for hours now, his patience was running thin.

Especially so with how your shirt wasn’t buttoned up properly, he really wanted to fix it, but you told him not to move… it has been bothering him this entire time.

You on the other hand seemed quite content with the current situation, not doing anything but holding him close to you by the waist. Chin placed on his shoulder, taking in his scent. He smelled a little like books, as well as the new bath scent the express brought. If it weren’t for his whimpers, you could have just fallen asleep like this. These heavenly sounds did rile you up.

At some point, he asked you, “y/n… if you want to ah- sleep, take responsibility first… it’s been so long already.” You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind him, then mumbled against his neck, “what do you mean? It has only been twenty minutes.” Afterwards you nuzzled your face against his wings, tickling him, “urghh..! T-twenty…?” He couldn’t believe it, since when has his sense of time become this blurry.

“But fine, anything for my birdie.” You teased, the vibrations of your voice making him shudder. The area around his neck was the most sensitive part of him, with his ears and wings located there, and you loved taking advantage of that. Which is why your hands left his hips and began playing with his wings. Rubbing the thin and delicate bone, taking extra care to do it gently. His feather were really soft, he must take good care of them. It also made his wings seem unbelievably fragile, like a butterfly’s.

At the same time, Sunday was biting down on his lips while shivering. It was getting harder and harder to not move his hips. This wasn’t fair… you did whatever you wanted to him, yet he had to stay still like this? With shudders running down his spine at the feeling of his wings getting teased, and with him being stuffed to the brim. He panted, clenching around you with a guilty expression, “p-please, y/n… i don’t think I-i can keep my composure.. hnngh~ any longer…”

You blew some air against his right wing, and it hit his earlobe as well, causing him to twitch while squeezing his eyes shut. The tears he desperately tried to hold back now mingled with his lashes, wetting them. “Breaking down already? It’s fine, you can move now, baby bird.” The moment you gave him permission, his shaking hands reached out to grab your shoulders. Before he really began moving, he glanced at you, waiting for a final okay.

All you did was give him a lazy smile, followed by kissing his neck as you caressed his weak spot. With lingering hesitation, he carefully moved his hips, rolling them a little but stopping in the middle of it. “Ha-aaAAahh..! ♡♡” for some reason, that felt really good just now, and he couldn’t control himself. What a weird sensation this is, losing control of his own body, feeling the lust take over him like a pest. If such a little thing already made him moan out, he was going to break…!!

“Something the matter, Sunday?” You eventually wondered, getting a bit worried. He let his head hung down, unable to meet your eyes due to the shame. He was acting too sinful. After giving him a moment, he mumbled, “I-I can’t do this…” his legs gave out under him, and he was afraid of the lewd self he might become if he continued. That would be pretty unsightly, wouldn’t it?

Little did he know you loved the disheveled sight of him. Good lord, please bless this adorable little thing. “I thought you wanted to move so badly? Enough to plead me with that sweet voice of yours?”

He sobbed quietly, mainly because you didn’t stop teasing his wings, slowly overstimulating him. Every time you’d brush over the part that is connected to his neck, he’d feel an indescribable feeling rush through his veins, going straight to his lower part. “I’m s-sorry..” that was all he could mutter out in response to your words, and you took pity on his pathetic form, deciding to do your best to encourage him.

“Aeons, what’s there to be sorry about? Come on… just do it slowly this time.” You kissed his tears away, thumbs fumbling with his spiky piercings. He shoot you a helpless glance, but obeyed nonetheless. This poor birdie always did exactly what you asked of him, even if he complained or cried. There is no word in this world that could describe how much you adored him.

That’s when he suddenly grabbed your hand, holding it and intertwining your fingers. You were a little surprised, but grinned when he started to ride you. His moans filled the otherwise quiet room, and his pants and gasped were like music to your ears. While he wasn’t moving all that fast, he was sloppy, hitting the tip against random places inside him without any order. His squishy and warm walls were really tight, that even though he’s had so much time to adjust.

“Arghhh- y/n, y-y/nnnn ♡♥︎♡ it’s too much… it’s hitting so deee-eEepp.?!!” Out of nowhere, you licked and kissed his wing bones, wondering if he’d enjoy it. And sure he did, with his voice getting so disharmonious, so messy and debauched. His other hand was thrown over his mouth again at the realisation of the embarrassment noises he made, and he weeped even harder.

That neglected dick of his was bobbing up and down due to his movements, on top of that it was leaking precum everywhere. “Nghhh…. P-please, touch me m-more ughh, hmm..!! ♡♥︎♥︎~~ Touch me t-there.. too.”

You didn’t think he’d get so into it, riding you with such a blissful yet scared expression. He was way too self-critical. “You look gorgeous, darling, just like a dream.” Since he was that insecure, you’d just have to take it from him. And what other way to do it but with some good ol’ praise? “I love you so much, my angel.” You’d whisper right into his ear, and see his hips immediately move out of rhythm as another groan slipped from his rosy lips.

With the way he was going though, it was obvious he wasn’t the best at this. So you moved around a little, repositioning him with your hands before going back to playing with his wings. He didn’t notice the difference until he moved again, having to stop because of the overwhelming ecstasy stunning him. The way your tip hit his prostate right on made his brain short-cut, his body squirming as his toes curled into the sheets. “W-what… ahhh.. feel’s so,, so good ♥︎”

This was really too much now. His head turned to mush, and his body was going limp under the onslaught of all the pleasures. With you teasing him nonstop, and his prostate quivering as he fucked himself stupid on top of you, he was going to break, you were ruining him ♡♡. He couldn’t take it anymore. Nothing but prayers and begs left his mouth, pleads for you to stop, to not stop, and to forgive him.

You stared at his blushing face, his pretty and withering expressions. His blueish-hair stuck to his forehead, his golden, glassy eyes were half lidded and glistening tears decorated his cheeks. “Beautiful.” You mumbled almost subconsciously, before his moan ripped you out of your admiring trance. “HnngHh~! Y/n, I-I’m sorry… please, I-i gonna cum… nghhh ♥︎♡♡~~ can I, please?”

Oh god he truly is adorable, that’s not even flattery it’s simply a fact. “Of course ♥︎ cum for me, alright, Sunday?” Right after he got your permission, his thighs clenched around yours as he shoved his fingers into his mouth, knowing it would otherwise be loud enough to catch the other members attention. He tried his best to keep it down as he muffled, “hmNgfhfh, uhmmmm…!! ♡♥︎”

His untouched and swollen dick spurt out thick ropes of cum, painting everything below in white. The sticky liquid dripped down his belly and shaft, as well as your abdomen. The way everything stuck together felt so perverted and filthy, Sunday immediately apologised. Taking his drool covered fingers out to mumbled out a “s-sorry..” while riding out his high. Once you let go of his wings, he leaned against you, his wings now functioning as a cover for his beet red face.

“I’m sorry… I-i got off all by myself— hnngh…” after a while, he whispered again, and you patted his back, replying, “don’t worry, we can go for a second round.” Then you thrusted your hips upwards, reminding him that he hasn’t pulled out yet. He shrieked in shock, arching his back as he quickly yelped, “d-didn’t you want to sleep..!?!” You smirked at him, saying, “oh but I’d be a fool to miss out on your moans.”

Btw: bonus art

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Thinking about how you were probably having a threeseome with Mydei and Phainon once, and when Mydeimous asked you who this pussy belongs to, not only did his voice crack, but when you answered he proceeded to nut (involuntarily) right after, which Phainon never let him live down til this day-

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how it feels seeing male characters shipped w my favorite girl charas or male!readers w my fav girls