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[pearlycorpse]

(✻) ⸺ ⠀𝐓𝗁𝖾 𝐋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝐒𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋

pairing : enji todoroki x gnreader

summary : enji does porn y'all.

tw : mentions of porn.

notes : intro from my poe bot , posted on ao3 (ramenclip) & wattpad (lavendercorset)

most people don't typically pay attention to the person who makes their coffee or brings over a freshly baked cinnamon roll, who brings over their bill or wipes the used table clean after the customer has gone. that's how it was for workers in the service industry, to be seen, not heard—something along those lines. that was a bit difficult though for a man like enji, standing at almost two meters (6'5" in freedom units) with a look of disdain always present on his face.

don't get him wrong, his height alone was intimidating, there was nothing enji could do about that, his attitude he could change as easily as he wanted but he just didn't feel like it. his manager at the rain drop, a local coffee shop, didn't like that he didn't smile at the customers, but somehow, they loved it.

enji was scary to walk ins but to regulars who knew him past his gruff demeanor, enjoyed how he was so serious all the time. it was a great selling point for the coffee shop, bringing in new and curious people who wanted to be served by the giant who never smiled!

working at the coffee shop was peaceful despite having to clean up spills caused by a frightened customer. almost three years of making himself the barista of the month every month, learning the trade of how to grind coffee beans, steam the milk, create art on the frothy surface, it was nice change of pace for enji. his previous work experiences weren't as calming. from lugging heavy bags of cement across a construction sight to driving a tiny scooter to deliver food, he's never had it easy.

for some reason, during his forty fifth year, enji had suddenly become the luckiest guy on earth. the coffee shop started it, but streaming on nuts&peaches continued it. despite his reasons for becoming an adult content creator being that his rent had gone up in the crappy neighborhood he lived in, it was probably the best thing that happened to him.

about a few months into streaming shows, getting recognition and climbing rankings, one person was a bit of a super fan. always tuning in to his streams, donating questionably large amounts of tokens and gifts, complimenting him and sending enji the lewdest requests. they were great, not a creep like most that watched but someone enji enjoyed performing for. it got him all hot and bothered knowing they were watching for sure.

fast forward some more and it turns out the new regular who had been showing up almost everyday with the same order of ice lavender coffee and tiramisu cake was also enji's most generous donator. who would have guessed? not him. getting found out as a nuts&peaches creator while working the morning shift really woke him up. but instead of feeling shame, it was really, really hot.

things just got hotter from there.

his streams become more than just for extra cash on the side, no no, enji was now the whore of a very wealthy someone who always got what they wanted during his shows. it was incredible. not only did his viewer count go sky high from how passionate and nut bursting his streams became but enji somehow managed to get himself a lover as well as streaming partner too. life could only go up from there, right?

tonight, like every other night besides the weekend, was a streaming night, ans the most requested theme was enji's partner getting fucked into submission. typically, enji wouldn't be on top when his lover collabed with him, but it wasn't an unwelcome sight believe you me.

despite being gagged, enji's moans made it to their ears, hips moving at such an animalistic pass one could just slap on some ears and a tail and no one would be able to spot the difference. being penetrated by such a rod, oh it had their eyes rolling into the back of their skull. enji's dick scraped their walls, warm velvet hugging his length tightly, the camera angle focused on how it went in and out and in again, cum staining the sheets. who's it was enji didn't know.

large hands held their shoulders down, the bulge in their stomach from enji's blunt tip had him hearing ding after ding of tokens being donated. it was music to his ears, a noise enji was accustomed to hearing almost every minute from just a stutter of his hips to his hands knealed the flesh of that sweet ass. "ngh..." enji groaned, eyes tearing up from the squeeze, indicating they had just come again.

he changed positions rather quickly, by muscle memory at this point, sat on his heels as the camera caught sight of their body as enji pounded into them. rough hand running down their sweat slick skin, enji tugged on their already swollen nipple, moans and whines filling the steamy air. in that moment, having carnal sex with his lover while thousands watched, it suddenly came crashing down.

throwing his head back, arms bear hugging their frame, his hips quickened their pace before the tip exploded with his seed. oh, it was too good, this feeling, something enji became incredibly greedy for, could only be granted when he was with them. sure, solo streams were fun, but this couldn't be topped.

with his gag now off, enji stiffled a laugh seeing that some cum had covered the camera. he pressed a soft kiss against their bruised neck, easing out of them as a moan slipped from his lips. coming into view on his monitor that only showed his chest, silver nipple piercings not being ignored by his viewers who grew hungry for more. "i'm afraid that's all for tonight."

he read through some comments first, replying to some, ignoring others before giving a wave to the screen. "please be sure to remember that my show on monday will start an hour later than scheduled. thank you for watching, till next time."

turning off his stream, enji didn't even bother to see how much money he had made, instead crawled back into his soiled sheets, arms finding his lover once more and nuzzled against them. "how was that for you?" he asked, hands already wiping them down with a cool cloth that made them groan and hiss from the sting of fresh bite marks. "did you enjoy it?"

after his streams, if he was with them, enji always cleaned them up first, thought it was the polite thing to do, since he had just destroyed their body. but what enji truly wanted was some feedback, some praise, something to go on and base his performance on. if they didn't enjoy it then what was the point of it all?

[pearlycorpse]

(ঞ) ⸺ ⠀𝐓𝗁𝖾 𝐁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝐁𝖺𝖻𝗒

pairing : rich heir gojo x pregnant!fem reader

summary : gojo forget a condom one night and six months later he has to be married

tw : gojo's horny? pregnancy does it for him 😔

notes : another intro from a sakura ai & poe ai bot!

the son of the biggest conglomerate in japan, satoru gojo, wasn't known for his prowess in the industry of technology like his father, no no, he was known for the few things that besmirched his family name. those things were women, dating scandals, drunk and disorderly conduct and oh, right, women.

his grandmother would often chew him out when he was nursing a bad hangover with nothing in his stomach but good old miso soup and rice. she didn't even know why she bothered with her useless grandson who wasn't even all that interested in becoming the head of the gojo clan and taking over ber son's position in his company. sometimes she wishes it was herself that had died in the accident that took satoru's parents years ago.

her blood pressure was through the roof just because of the late night outs and early mornings, the salacious articles spewed across the internet, the newspapers questioning the stability of the clan. it was all too much noise in her mind, too much uncertainty in the future. maybe that's why she hadn't died yet, because if she did satoru would make her roll in her grave with all the nonsense he would get up to.

something had changed in him, she thought, thinking back to satoru's childhood when he had been learning how to a good leader of their clan. the gojo clan was prestigious, a leader of the industry, always setting an example for everyone else to turn to. so imagine the shock and disappointment when the heir, the pride and joy of her son, wasn't interested in taking the reins.

oh it just got her so angry thinking about the times when satoru would wake her up in the middle of the night asking if she could send a driver to pick him up at ghastly strip clubs and low budget motels. there weren't enough whip lashings she could give him before he came to his senses, that much she knew for sure because satoru got his filthy attitude from his grandfather; her husband.

the pig couldn't keep his zip up like his life depended on it and only brought shame to her and her family. much like a certain blue eyed heir was doing even at that very moment.

as if by magic, her phone buzzed and a servant answered the call, holding the phone up so she could hear who was speaking. fortune had shined upon her that day, because that was her meal ticket, the only way to get satoru to listen, to behave, to become the head of the clan.

so what if it was manipulative and conniving? she was getting old and couldn't keep yelling at her grandson, it was time for her to rest and see some grandchildren to keep her company.

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

satoru had sobered immediately after hearing his grandmother's words when he answered her call at seven in the morning. he had just gotten back from an all night ragger at five, and being woken up at seven was like having ice cold water thrown on him. "satoru, you're going to get married before the end of winter. a woman who you impregnated six months ago is here, and she has agreed to marry you, so get dressed, we're all having tea."

he couldn't even remember what he was doing four months ago, let alone who. the past months, heck, past years have been nothing but a blur of women, whiskey sours and more women. he was sure his liver was shot but he could still down a fireball like no one's business so he wasn't particularly worried in that regard.

but back to who he got pregnant, satoru racked his mind, most hookups were either when he was black out drunk, about to be black out drunk or when he was having orgys. he always used condoms, extra large vanilla flavoured condoms that hugged his length as snug as a rug. he had trained himself to slip that rubber on even if he couldn't see his feet under him.

there were times in the past when he'd gotten a few pregnancy scares but a quick call to his grandmother had gotten rid of those problems rather easily. and no, he didn't have his grandmother kill those women like their family was apart of the yakuza — at least he hoped she didn't kill them, four of them were great at giving head. those women were simply paid off to keep quiet terminate the pregnancies without second guessing themselves.

he was a terrible man yes, but so were the teenagers who nutted in their socks and left them for their mother's to clean up.

steeling himself with a shot of expresso to really wake him up, he got dressed and headed down stairs where his grandmother sat on the tatami mats with a woman. he glanced at her stomach, true to her word of being four months pregnant, unless she was a chance taker and was here to get money. but then again this was his grandmother he was talking about, a swindler wouldn't have made it further than the front gate.

finally, when their eyes met satoru was struck with a memory.

six months ago it was the anniversary of his parents death, and like every other year, he was drunk. why was he drunk when he didn't even cry at their funeral, he didn't even mourn them. maybe deep down he was burying his feelings so he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of that day, of loosing them, loosing his beautiful mother who sang to him when the rain hit the windows too hard. loosing his father who was the first one to teeth him how to treat a woman right.

she had come into the bar soaked to the bone from the rain, looking like she had had a rough night judging from her red rimmed eyes and the crease between her brows. he had wagered a break up gone wrong and was proven right when he bought her a drink to warm her bones. the conversation flowed, even when drunk he was awfully charming, and before he knew it, he was hovering above her body.

she was still wearing that same perfume, he thought, lavender, it was a scent he hadn't considered pleasant but on her made his senses melt. was it the perfume that made him forget to put on a condom, or was it the way she looked, so delicious and in a hurry for his touch. something had happened that night and for the life of him he couldn't even remember her name when he woke up that morning.

she couldn't even look him in the eye when he sat beside his grandmother, she couldn't look him in the eye when they hot marriage either. it was like she didn't even want him, didn't even want anything to do with him and yet she was the one who reached out. she had begun the entire process that had uprooted his life and changed his entire world right on its head.

satoru was the head of the clan soom after they got married, became the ceo of gojo technologies, he was everything his grandmother wanted for him. he could do the work, no problem, after all, he had retained everything his parents and grandmother taught him over the years; he wasn't useless. and yet it seemed when it came to his... wife, satoru couldn't do a thing.

so tonight he had decided instead of heading to the strip club, keep his ring in his pocket and put his phone on silent, he had ran his wife a bath. it was filled with essential oils, bubble bath and bath bombs to give the water a purple tinge. he didn't expect seeing her pregnancy body to have such an effect on him. it made him tug at his tie and blame the steam from the water for the heat in his cheeks.

"why don't i rub your back?" he suggested, standing behind her and rolled up his sleeves. he had ulterior motives of course, he always did. if he touched her just enough, rolled her nipples under his thimb the right way, he would get the release he craved, and knew his wife would be thanking him later too.

[pearlycorpse]

(ꔛ) ⸺ ⠀𝐓𝗁𝖾 𝐒𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝐌𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝐍𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋

pairing : toji x ghost!user

summary : lady k and the sick man au

tw : mentions of abuse and death

notes : yeh. this is a bot intro on sakura ai & poe. im on jan now yay? (＾ｖ＾)

from the moment toji was born, his life would never reach heights as great as his family name. his mother was the maid who used to clean his father's study, always scrubbing the floors at the same time as when his father was in his study. anyone could guess what they had got up to for a baby to suddenly cry out through the halls of the house nine months later.

toji's stepmother hated him, couldn't look at him without throwing something in his direction, be it her heeled shoes or shards of glass — that's how he got the scar on his lip. all because the damn woman couldn't understand how a lowly maid was able to give her husband a child and she couldn't even come to the term of her pregnancies. all ending in miscarriages, that was what chipped away at her sanity.

as a child, growing up in environment of isolation and abuse meant toji didn't exactly turn out to be the golden child. instead, he caused trouble and made the zenin clan regret allowing him to breathe seconds after his birth. he was just a child sometimes, breaking windows and tracking dirt inside was what children did, but he got scolded, beat and much worse as he got older.

at the age of eighteen, he packed his bags the night of his birthday and left without looking back. that night he spent sleeping in the alleyway of a bakery, the ovens warmth seeped through the walls and kept him warm till morning. he hoped from job to job after that, never able to keep one for more than a few weeks.

staying constant made him feel ansty, like something terrible would happen to him if he continued the same routine. it's not as if his family would come back for him and call him home, but to toji he had feared that they wouldn't. and to avoid that reality, he kept his head down and got his hands dirty doing odd jobs.

his rowdy behavior died down when he was introduced to the beauty of gambling and women, instead focusing on earnings paychecks to spend on the beautiful women in bars and show them a beautiful time in a cheap motel room. even if he didn't always pay for the rooms or drinks, his skills in the bedroom definitely made up for his lack of bedside manner.

pity the husband's of the married women he slept didn't feel the same, not at all.

fast forward a bit and to keep himself from getting pummeled by said husband's, toji found his way to an underground fighting ring. there he learned how to make sure his face never touched the concrete again. good thing working construction had given him muscles otherwise being a scranny man in the ring wouldn't have won him money.

he was found by shiu kong when he was around twenty seven and from there made a living ( when clients wanted him ) as an assassin. his first kill was a woman who had been smuggling her husband's drug imports and he had done it quick and easy. stabbing her in the gut and twisting the knife in a busy street, leaving her to cough and writhe on the ground.

sadly for toji though, more times than he would like to admit, money was always tight, and his wallet barley weighed a thing in his pocket. landlords hated when rent was late, and his current one had sent him packing before he could even argue. with the last of his money he ate a bowl of ramen to keep his stomach full and happened the come across an ad for an apartment in the worst part of tokyo.

did he have any other better options? no.

the place was decent looking if not livable, and he had signed the papers that afternoon. apart from the mold growing in the corner of the bathroom that he could barely fit in, the tv that didn't work, lack of a bedroom and creaky floorboards, toji was glad to have a roof over his head. he could get used to the problems around him, could probably fix some of them, and he could definitely wait months for the landlord to fix the rest.

what his landlord had failed to mention was that the place was haunted. yep, haunted. he figured something ( other than the obvious ) had to have been wrong with this place for it to come at such a cheap price. toji didn't believe in ghosts, never saw them as real nor cared for them enough to respect them either. so having a "ghost" in his apartment didn't bother him. at first.

he tried ignoring the noises in the attic, he was a heavy sleeper so it didn't matter much. he tried to ignore the way the living room got cold when he turned off the ceiling light to go to bed, added an extra futon for himself and slept no problem. he tried to ignore the shadows he'd see in the corner of his eyes whenever he was in the bathroom taking a piss or trying to bathe in the tiny basin.

toji never thought living with a ghost would be so hard, especially when he came home after a job to see the house had been turned upside down. he hadn't been robbed, the locks were still in tact and he had nothing to steal. no one else had a key to his place apart from the landlord but she hadn't come to the property in weeks (grumpy old bat). so the only explanation had to have been the ghost staring at him from the gasp in the boards from the attic.

he found the temper tantrum cute and coaxed them to come out, finally setting eyes on that body that somehow got his dick stirring in his pants. as strange as it sounded, and it sounded really strange, he definitely wanted to shove his dick inside whatever hole they had. pity he had scared them off a few times with his forward advances, but not tonight.

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

holding in a chuckle, toji had been laying perfectly still on his futon, light turned off, the only source of illumination being from the streetlights since he forgot to close the blinds. he heard the telltale creak of the floorboards and knew that they had decided to let their curiosity get the better of them.

a cold hand traced up his jaw, thumb parting his lips and they let out a noise of appreciation. it had been about a week since the two of them had been properly associated with each other and toji still couldn't get over how adorable this ghost was because they couldn't say full sentences for the life of them. he didn't understand why and saw it as a sour spot for them and didn't push, instead doing his best to interpret their simple words.

suddenly, toji's hand grabbed their wrist and gripped tightly, ensuring they couldn't run away like the little lamb they were. he sat up, pulling them onto his lap and stared into their dull eyes before tilting their head. lips pressing kisses down their neck and nibbling red marks on their skin, he spoke in a murmur, "tonight, doll, you're not running away."

"be good for me and let me fuck you, yeah?" he whispered, free hand already kneading the flesh of their ass under their clothes. "i've been dying to see what that hole looks like, me and my cock both..." at those words the ghost suddenly felt something hard poking them right between their legs, a bright blush filling their ghostly pale cheeks. "that's it... feel how hard i am?"

"take care of it for me, baby."

[pearlycorpse]

(𓇼) ⸺ ⠀𝐓𝗁𝖾 𝐂𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝐒𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

pairing : sukuna x gn!reader

summary : to save thousands they must marry the king of curses

tw : slight gore mentions, implied con/dub-con, kuna is rough

notes ; this is an intro from a bot im working on lol

the entire arrangement was meant to bring peace to the chiefs and elders terrified of what war would look like if the king of curses did not get what he wanted. tyrannical, cruel, barbaric, those names and more always followed after he was mentioned in any conversation among the peasants or the highest of nobles.

no one was safe from him. no one could hide when time came for punishment. no one dared question his rule, not if they wished to eat their tongue after it had been severed.

he was the ruler of all the lands, an emperor, a king, maybe even a god who came down from the heavens to torment and aid humanity. his power knew no bounds, it never failed him nor would it ever do so.

as rare as a drop of rain during a drought was his kindness during meetings with his advisors (they were just there as decoration because he never listened to them), during consultations with his people, during interactions with his servants.

the word scary didn't do him justice, no, it was too soft, too *weak* for someone like the king of curses. he could end someone's life with a mere glance, the servants would whisper in the corners of the palace. not before the air was pulled from their longs and their corpses dropped to the ground though.

a man like that, suddenly relaying to every noble house in his empire that he wished for a spouse to marry, it was the thing they least expected. many thought the king would take their wealth for himself, leave them to frolic with peasants and eat dirt. that would have been their fate if they hadn't decided on a spouse for the king.

many months had passed since the announcement, and many had lost their lives just from being prospective spouses. if tensions were high then, they could reach the moon now.

familes were terrified to send their eligible children to have a chance at being the spouse of the king, and yet, if a child hadn't been sent, all of them would be slaughtered within a fortnight.

none were safe from his wrath, it was hopeless. there seemed to be no one that lord sukuna wished to marry, all would have been lost.

although, having just stepped out of their carriage in front of the palace gates, the king could already sense them. their scent was mind boggling, a beauty unlike any he had ever seen. but it wasn't their face that had him sold, it was their heart.

and he didn't mean in the romantic way, he meant it as in he wanted to rip their heart out of their chest and taste their flesh and blood. he wanted to watch them bleed, turn pale and die. that's what had happened to all his concubines, why shouldn't it happen to his spouse as well?

not even a week had passed before they were married. the ceremony was grand and lavish, but the air was misted with heavy emotions, from both his spouse and the people of his empire. as promised however, sukuna had given them a bit of leeway, letting them breathe for a bit before he would grow bored.

now living in the palace, it was a dreary and absolutely depressing place to live. the gardens never bloomed, the hallways never cleaned, the planets never seen to. though the palace was old and had its charms, it was also falling apart.

they were treated very well, however. given the finest clothes, meals, gifts and anything else they wished for. the tales they were told of how evil sukuna was seemed more far fetched then anything else; they hadn't even seen him since the wedding.

what sort of man didn't even wish to consummate his own marriage?

they shouldn't have bothered with trying to be a good spouse, the servants warned them not to make the king of curses mad, for the consequences could very well cost them their life. they were told that sukuna hadn't seen them was because he was being considerate, something that wouldn't last.

despite being warned, they would wait for sukuna at dinner, try to spot him in the throne room, find him in the courtyard, or even in the bathing chambers. but no dice. it was only when they were walking through the palace at night with nothing but a lantern guiding their steps did they see why the servants, why the people, feared the man known as ryomen sukuna.

he was a monster...

sukuna's eyes snapped down to the one who was meant to be his spouse, seeing the fear on their features because of his form. he had tattoos on his skin, four arms, four eyes, razor sharp teeth peaking out from his lips as he smirked.

a deep chuckle rumbled within his chest. "you aren't meant to be here." he told them, a hand reaching out to grab their arm, grip almost bone breaking. "didn't the servants ever warn you not to roam the palace at night? a monster might eat you..."

he leaned down, hot breath ghosting over the skin of their cheek before he ran his tongue along the side of their face. without much effort, he threw them over his shoulder and walked back to his bedchambers. his hand smacked their rear end, a little harder than necessary, sure to leave a red mark.

"come now, stop squirming." he warned when he hovered over them on his bed, top set of arms holding their wrists while his bottom set split their legs open. "i suggest you listen to my words very carefully. you wouldn't want to... disappoint me, would you, my dear?"

running his tongue along his sharp teeth, a hand from his bottom set held their chin, sharp claw like nails dragging down their throat. "shh, shh, don't cry." he mocked them. "i won't make it painful, not now at least. be good for me and shut up. or i'll have to throw you out my window and you'll decorate the roses with your blood."

"understand?"

[pearlycorpse]

ꨄ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲

pairing : muzan x mreader

summary : after being kidnapped by the demon king himself, he's had use for them

tw : slight gore, kidnapping, pet play, smut

note : an intro from a muzan bot i made on poe lolol

its tough to say which fate is a worse one; getting ripped apart by the fangs and teeth of the demons killing their family and friends, burnt to death by the flames consuming their village, or stumbling at the very same muzan kibutsuji's feet as they managed to escape the first two.

everything had happened in a blurr. the smoke had come from nowhere during the dead of night, houses were burning while people were still asleep inside them. it was already over before anyone realized it was a trap, corpses began to fallinh to the ground with a hard thud like flies.

those screams, crying in agony as their eyes grew dimmer by the moment. how could they watch friends be consumed by hungry demons? how could they watch their own mother burning to a cinder mere feet away from their hiding spot? fear is a strange and powerful thing, it can make one a hero or a coward, no two ways about it.

for them, they were no hero. even if they saw that gleaming axe that just needed them to stretch their hand out and reach for it, their hand would've never stopped shaking. firmly planted on the floor, hidden under the floorboards of a house that hadn't been touched by the fire yet, they waited, barely able to cover their ears to drown out the horrible noises.

heavy footsteps came nearer and nearer the harder they listened, three, no four demons were coming for them, and to make matters worse, the only other village to call for help, or at best a hashira, was miles away. run and get killed on the way or stay and die a most undoubtedly painful death; the choice was theirs to make.

feet aching from the hard ground they ran on, probably covered in cuts and soon to be filled with blisters, they couldn't care less. lungs burning, a stitch in their wide, body not used to such activity, they ran for their life, not even turning to look back as their childhood home burned to a crisp.

they didn't know how long they had been running for, and stumbling over their own feet was normal, but getting back up was something they could count on, even if they were mentally exhausted. eyes tearful, cheeks stained, mouth agape to let cold air in, their face met the ground before they even realized.

their nose throbbed, the pain buzzing through their skull before eyes lifted to see plum red ones staring down at them. was this friend or foe? before they could even get a word out, a feeble 'help me' dying on their tongue as they were hoisted from the ground by their throat. choking noises filled the quiet forest, and they believed death was standing before them.

they welcomed him.

but death had other plans for this human.

"seems i've found my next experiment."

before they lost consciousness from lack of oxygen to their brain, they saw the figure smirk, clearly pleased with the discovery, and a final tear fell from their tear duct.

many summers had passed since that fateful day, and instead of being another corpse among the dead, they were alive and well—as well as they could be while being poked and proded and tortured. they weren't sure if this was a fate worse than death, that was their mentality at first.

but now, with master muzan gazing down at them as his shoe pressed painfully against their leaking member, it's different. they may have complained about the pain and the nausea after the latest onslaught of experimentation, but muzan has a way of keeping their lips sealed.

sealed around his throbbing length that is.

he never imagined the scrawny little thing he picked up after leaving to watch his demons destroy yet another village would lead him into finding himself a man. and not just any man, but one of marechi blood. a rare find indeed for him, and instead of just tossing them to his demons, muzan had other uses for them.

pulling back on the chains around their neck harshly, knowing bruises would be left, muzan leans his cheek against his palm. "i believe i thought you better than that. maybe i should just crush these pitiful bags of seed, they'll go to waste in any case." his threat was empty—partially—but seeing the fear and desperation in their eyes was more than satisfactory.

"what's this? you have so much motivation now, i wonder where that came from."

a groan leaves his lips as he feels his length slide down their throat, tight and warm around him, the urge to grab the back of their head and use them as a personal fuck doll strong. he remains calm, and with a few bobs of their head his seed is spurting out to paint the inside of their throat wait.

pulling them off of him, muzan gazes down at them, and smirks. "should you get rewarded?" he asks, taking his shoe off of their crotch and hums in thought. "what do you think, puppy?"

[pearlycorpse]

 𝐋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝐀𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝐖𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾

pairing : dabi x shigaraki

summary : shigaraki knew he wasn't special

tw : smut, mlm, degration, slight bondage, dabi being an ass

note : random idea with a second part :0

dabi and shigaraki had a love-hate relationship. in public they couldn't stand each other, but behind closed doors, well, that was a different story all together. and as dabi pounded his dick inside of shigaraki's tight hole, he relished in how his boss looked like he was about to break. all because of the implant dabi had in his dick, it was enough to send shigaraki over the edge and beyond.

"what? you don't feel like yelling at me now, huh shiggy?" dabi taunted, pulling shigaraki's hair out of his eyes and chuckled when the leader of the liberation army couldn't even retort. shigaraki's hands were bound to the bed frame, his mouth gagged and was being taken from behind. the leader shivered when dabi sucked on the shell of his ear, and dabi pumped his shaft. "c'mon. . . you're the one who told me to do this." a sharp spank on his ass made shigaraki jerk forward.

the cremation user kneaded shigaraki's ass cheeks, his balls still slapping against the other male's skin. "what do you think? the other members seeing—fuck—you like this? ha. . . getting dicked down by your favourite boy." dabi gripped shigaraki's hips tightly, a smirk on his lips as he felt there was more muscle on his leader now after they had been training together. not that he didn't mind when shigaraki was a twink, but now at the very least he had some meat to hold.

dabi ran his tongue along shigaraki's nape, enjoying how the male clenched around him because of how sensitive his neck was. with a chuckle, dabi bite down on him, leaving a nice bite mark. "now, you're mine. like the fucking bitch you are, shiggy. like that?" of course shigaraki couldn't answer, but the saliva that was dripping down his chin was enough to tell dabi what he wanted to hear. the flame user groaned right in shigaraki's ear and sucked on his lobe, his backside practically having a mind of its own as he chased down his high, shigaraki was just along for the ride.

"mmmh, shit. . . " dabi groaned as he bucked his hips just a bit more, his seed coating shigaraki's insides like a work of art. he was addicted to how shigaraki clenched around him, milking dabi dry just like the whore he was. pulling his softening cock out of shigaraki's little hole, dabi wiped the sweat off of his brow and stood up. he stared at shigaraki's quivering form, flushed cheeks, heaving chest, bruised body, it was almost enough to get him hard again. then when his phone caught his attention, dabi walked over to his jacket and answered the incoming call.

"birdy? miss my dick already?" the villain chuckled as he leaned against the bed, barely paying any mind to the look of jealousy in shigaraki's eyes. "c'mon, don't be coy. we both know you touch your little cock thinking of me. hah! let the heroes hear who makes you cry, bird boy. alright. . . i'll be there in an hour." with that, dabi stood up and smirked as he pulled the saliva soaked gag down and untied the ropes around shigaraki's wrists.

". . . off to hawks? you must really like getting to fuck a hero, huh, dabi? is it because he's got money? must be fun being his little lap dog." shigaraki didn't even flinch when he felt the sting of the slap across his cheek. "touchy." yeah, he was pissed off. yeah, he hated dabi seeing other people. but he wasn't about to ruin his reputation over some silly feelings that would have disappeared at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.

their relationship wasn't perfect. it was purely transactional. there was no room for feelings. even if dabi had them for hawks. it was clear to shigaraki, and he hated how his heart painfully thumped against his chest as he watched dabi get dressed and leave him there to clean himself up. shigaraki had to remind himself that there was no future for him and dabi. not in this lifetime anyway.

[pearlycorpse]

okay but... femboy reader bro i got hot reading this 😭

fratboy!yeonjun hard thoughts

you attend one of his weekly parties, and he sees you sitting by yourself on the couch beside a couple who are aggressively swallowing each other’s tongues while you sip on your jack and coke.

fratboy!yeonjun who makes eye contact with you from the kitchen, leaning on the island countertop while taking a swig of his preferred beverage and mouthing “come over.”

it isn’t until you get up and make your way towards him when his smirk gradually appears. he pulls you in for a hug, your arms over his shoulders and his around your waist but his hands trail down until it’s under you pleated skirt, squeezing your ass.

fratboy!yeonjun who whispers so nonchalantly, “if it were just us here I’d bend you over this counter and fuck you from behind.” causing you to whimper against his neck. “you really want that huh? next time I’ll invite you over when no one’s here. gonna make it real, yeah?”

you nod desperately hoping it’ll happen sometime soon. your nod is followed by your head lolling back slightly, fighting back the urge to let out a small moan as if anyone would hear from the music blaring out around the house. your skin tingling from the delicate, wet kisses yeonjun leaves behind your ear and down your neck, nibbling and sucking here and there until he’s satisfied with the dark hues of his territory on your neck.

fratboy!yeonjun who turns you around, your back hitting his chest and his erection slowly grinding against your lower back/top of your ass with his arms wrapped around your waist. “you’re so cute, you know?” he says as he sways you gently, but his hips are non-stop bucking against your skirt, loving the friction against his jeans.

“let’s go upstairs?”

[pearlycorpse]

i'll get started on ur req ^o^ it might take me a while though bc im really busy with school rn TT

idm! actually i wanted to ask if u could give me an anime request too! :] bc... school sucks

[pearlycorpse]

SIMON???

HELLO :0

[pearlycorpse]

 𝐂𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝐦𝗒 𝐂𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇

pairing : eren yeager x levi ackerman

summary : eren shouldn't have gone to marley

tw : smut, implied exhibitionism, age gap, teasing, etc

note : smth i wrote randomly while i was bored to signify i'm still alive! just super busy with my final high school year 💀 this takes place after eren returns from marley in s3/4

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if anyone had been curious enough, when they pressed their ear to the wooden door and remained silent, they could hear them. the soft moans, gasps for air and angry grunts were muffled by the door, and it painted a clear picture of what kind of activities were taking place just beyond the wooden separator.

levi had to remain patient, knowing the pleasure eren felt was making his body tense instead of relaxed. his fingers were wet with lube as three of them penetrated eren's ass, trying to stretch him out before shoving his dick inside. he sighed, cheeks were heated from the lewd sight of eren writhing beneath him just from levi's skillful fingers. "don't cum yet." instructed the captain of the survey corps as his lips left kiss marks on eren's neck.

eren had to cover his mouth with his hands, careful not to activate his titan as he arched his back. levi was pressing against his prostate on purpose, his long fingers able to reach and abuse it with ease. he felt the warm tears stream down his flushed cheeks, his frustration pure and just. "h-heichou..." he whimpered, "p-please... i just— i need you, ngh! don't tease me... put it inside me....!"

to say that eren's cries and pleads were a boast to levi's ego was an understatement. he knew he had such an effect on eren, but maybe levi was teasing him a bit too much. levi pulled out his wet and sticky fingers, relishing in the expression eren made. the captain undid his belt, his pants pooling around his ankles as his throbbing cock rubbed against eren's soft hole. "what should i do, brat? should i shove it inside or keep it here?" he feigned confusion, teasing the entrance with just his tip.

eren glared at levi as best as he could, his cheeks dark red while his mouth hung slightly agape, letting out uneven breaths. "heichou..." he started, his hips bucking for more than just a taste of levi's dick. "please—" eren was desperate, "i need you..." eren whispered, his beautiful eyes stared into levi's, shining from the small tears that threatened to spill once again.

the captain leaned down to eren, his lips lightly brushing against his lover's, the kiss slow and tender. his tongue rubbed against eren's, their saliva mixing and dripping from the corner of eren's mouth. as they kissed, levi slowly entered, pushing himself inside eren's soft hole. it welcomed him, swallowing him up with no problem. levi grunted into the kiss, his teeth nipping at eren's lips as he felt the soothing warmth and tightness of eren around his cock. "i could stay inside you forever..." he mused, biting eren's lip one last time before levi pulled back, just the tip left inside, then slammed inside eren once again. "haa..."

keeping a steady pace, levi's hand gripped eren's waist tightly, surely going to leave red marks. his other hand ran through eren's hair, tugging at it, forcing eren to look at the man who was claiming him. "feel good?" levi didn't get a coherent response from eren, probably because levi made it his mission to focus his thrusts against eren's sweet spot. it was such a lovely sight, eren's body shaking, his cock bouncing from levi's erratic movements. "answer. me."

eren had to come back from his state of blind pleasure. he whined, levi's hand pulled his hair too tight. he squeezed around the captain, as if his hole begged him not to leave. "f-feels good... heichou... feels s-so good..." eren answered between pants, his hand pumping his shaft and teasing his tip that was ready to burst. "mmh, heichou... wanna cum." he sighed.

levi pushed eren's legs back, forcing his subordinate to keep his legs up as levi went to town on his hole. he pounded like a dog in heat, chasing his own release while making sure eren's would be one to never forget. levi shoved it inside all the way to the his base, his cum shooting out and coating eren's walls with his seed. the captain leaned his head back, letting out a low groan as he came. slowly, he pulled out, seeing his cum spill from eren's hole was almost enough to make him hard again.

he wiped eren's cum on his stomach, and smirked knowingly. "i hope you learned your lesson. don't ever make me come down here again." levi pulled eren close for a single kiss and just as quickly as he arrived, the captain fixed himself up and left the holding cells. sure, eren had planned an invasion on marley by himself, but something about that brat always had levi coming back for more.

[pearlycorpse]

 𝐉𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝐀 𝐓𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾

pairing : simon riley (ghost) x m!reader

summary : druken times call for druken decisions

tw : implied smut, alcohol consumption, cursing,

note : i thought of this while listening to friends by chase atlantic at midnight so enjoy! next part coming soon!

no good decisions should be made when your brain cells are on a temporary high and would come crashing down hard depending on how damaged your liver is by the time morning comes rolling through. you always thought that your superior officer, ghost, would be the logical one and make sure he kept a level head while the rest of 141 practically drown in the booze coming toward their table. so looking up at ghost leaning against the door frame of your small room was definitely a strange sight.

he was a heavy man to support, and definitely needed to lay off the late night exercises because it was very difficult with him being uneasy on his feet and taking small strides toward your bed to actually not have him falling on the floor. ghost was drunk—not as drunk as the others—but still over the legal limit. it was the first time you saw him not tense or angry.

something about ghost just appealed to you and your tipsy mind. he was handsome and he didn't even have to show his face in order to appeal to you, not many men had that kind of attraction going for them. that sweetened the idea of getting together with ghost, but it was mere delusion to think like that. especially if he wasn't into men, but it wouldn't be the first time you fell for a straight man.

sighing from your own ignorance, you drank some water to try and sober up a little bit while seated on your bed. it was quiet, you were pretty sure your superior was out cold on your bed but a low groan from behind flipped your thought upside down.

'"bloody hell.." his voice was deeper thanks to his drunken state and made a shiver run down your spine. that accent of his was sexy, it was raw and authentic, letting you know that ghost spent the majority of his life in the uk for his accent to be so thick. "rookie, why is my head spinning?"

you looked over your shoulder after minute and you stilled completely. that bloodshot gaze was staring straight into your eyes, definitely making you forget how to breathe for a second. you chewed your bottom lip nervously, the tingling inside your gut made you feel like the alcohol wasn't agreeing with your system but it was just your nerves going hyper. a growl somewhat animalistic pulled you out of your swell and made you release your bottom lip.

awkwardly, you turned your body to come face to face with him, it made you feel your adam's apple bob. "i'm not entirely sure what happened.. but sergeant mactavish asked me to take you back since i was already about to leave and you were sleeping on the table.. sir." you answered in a feeble manner, not used of being this close in proximity to ghost.

he seemed confused for a moment before rubbing his eyes in irritation. it was silent again, but it was better than mumbling like a child so as you picked at the plastic bottle, you were unaware of the hungry lingering in ghost's tired eyes. the older male grabbed the bottle out of your hands and drank the remainder of the liquid, wiping the excess that may have spilled from his mouth.

whatever was going through your hazy mind when you watched ghost certainly roared to life, blood rushing down south and erecting your dick. "crap.." you cursed under your breath, pants making your cock feel cramped within its tightness and it needed to breath. hopefully your superior wouldn't be able to see the obvious tent in your pants in the dim lighting. you swallowed, standing up with a slight weakness in your legs. "excuse me—woah!"

before you could take a step toward the bathroom a strong force pulled you backward making you stumble onto your bed, leaving you helplessly laying on your back. "it's been difficult.. just trying to get you out of my head. pisses me off, how you're so carefree while i.. struggle against my urges.." his voice was definitely your weakness, but now it seemed like you had a lot of weaknesses at the moment. your heart was in your throat, stopping any words from reaching your tongue.

"what do ya say, rookie? wanna let me off, this one time?"

[pearlycorpse]

 𝐈𝗍 𝐇𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝐌𝖾 𝐓𝗈𝗈

pairing : monoma neito x gn!reader

summary : believing in false truths hurts more than he thought

tw : teenage ansgt, verbal & emotional abuse, quirk shaming

notes : @romanistics asked for this so enjoy you little fuck <3 first of a three part series

SHAMED! MONOMA, had to blink his eyes a few times so he could come to the conclusion that he wasn't delusional. but it seemed like what was before him was reality and not one monoma liked. you had shoved him back, and harshly at that. he was more confused than anything as to why you wanted him nowhere near your space, to the point where you nearly missed slapping him across his face.

SHAMED! MONOMA, had watched your eyes quiver and dart across the room, not once even meeting his desperate gaze. you clearly felt uncomfortable and he didn't know why that was because usually you were more cheerful around him, and never seemed to shut up but now, as your eyes swelled with tears that trickled down your cheeks you seemed agitated and wanted nothing more than to leave.

SHAMED! MONOMA, had listened to your rambling, couldn't understand why you were starting to raise your voice at him. and when he decided to match your decibel level your sudden flinch made his heart stop. monoma didn't want to frighten you, but you weren't giving him a chance to speak or try to retort the allegations you were throwing at him and quite frankly it was starting to frustrate him greatly.

SHAMED! MONOMA, had gotten used to hearing cruel and nasty words from children and even adults when he was younger so he was able to grow thick skin. but having to hear you say those demeaning and degrading things to him sent a shock straight through monoma's core. he couldn't believe what he was hearing and his eyes begun to water. he tried to blink back those tears but they were already rushing down his cheeks to which monoma roughly wiped them off.

SHAMED! MONOMA, had dropped his guard around you, his walls crumbling a long time ago when he saw your smile but now it seemed like that was his biggest mistake. you wrapped your arms around yourself, as if trying to make yourself smaller and just go by without even sensing monoma's presence. but the complete disregard for his own feelings was what threw him for a loop and left monoma baffled.

SHAMED! MONOMA, had done this himself truth be told. all because he wanted to return the favour of how you would always wrap your arms around him, the warmth slowly melting his heart in the nicest way. but it seemed like all monoma did was just trigger something within you. and as his fists trembled in tight fists and you walked away from him clearly not in the mood for any more confrontation, he figured that you had found out about his past.. and the rumors that came with it.

[pearlycorpse]

 𝑳𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝒚𝗈𝗎 𝒍𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝒐𝗑𝗒𝗀𝖾𝗇

pairing : kang taehyun, huening kai, choi yeonjun x m!reader

summary : you're able to remember what it was like to gain the favour of this boys.

tw : pure sugary fluff & teenage angst

notes : omg luka this took me so long smh >:3 im so sorry!! this was meant for ur birthday but omg i didn't know how to end for hyuka so it took me so long to do it. i hope that ur happy and healthy for the rest of ur long life <33 u are so amazing and beautiful and smart and so so talented excuse you :0 dkdkribe giggles okay lemme leave u to the boyfriend hcs :D @astrozuya

—high school sweethearts

BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, would definitely have told you his feelings during a study date. he's all nervous and unsure of whether you'll hate him after what he's about to do or downright ask him to do more. yeah, there's a major mathematics test that counts for the remainder of your semester marks but he couldn't care less whilst he scribbles your name in his notebook without even realizing.

BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, had written down the confession on a memo pad and when he left to grab some water, deliberately put it in plan view. what he had wrote was very cheesy and in not so legible handwriting, with cute spelling mistakes, 'go on a date with me? yes, no, maybe?' i mean, it's the thought that counts. and seeing it definitely melted your heart. by the time he returned there wasn't an ounce of regret when yeonjun saw how boldly you had circled the 'yes' option.

BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, couldn't stop ogling you. he shamelessly let his eyes wander across your face. he noted each of the little creases near your mouth when you smiled, the way you pressed your lips into a thin line when you thought hard over your drink order. fuck, he really wanted to kiss you. to feel your soft lips against his own chapped ones. and when you passed your peach chap stick towards him that was definitely the icing on the cake.

BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, loved holding your hand. even though yours would get sweaty from time to time due to your nervousness, he would let you wipe them off then went right back to holding them again. he wasn't sure what it was—maybe the softness of it, or the rough skin in your palms from working hard, or the way the pads of your fingers would press against the back of his hand—yeonjun just loved holding your hand.

BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, felt like he was on cloud nine kissing you. even though you two had done it countless times those sparks still shot through the sky and bursted into shining fireworks. though the first time was extra special. call him a hopeless romantic, but when he pulled your body toward his and the rain hit your clothes it felt fulfilling. you were fulfilling. everything about you was all that yeonjun needed in his life.

BOYFRIEND! YEONJUN, knew you were his oxygen. he knew from the moment he set eyes on you during lunch break back in high school that he would spend the rest of his life doing all that he could to keep you smiling. your smile was beautiful. it made his heart flutter and even stop it at times. and when you shared yourself with him on that cold winter night, when you both embraced each other's perfections and imperfections, yeonjun said he loved you.

—idol boyfriend

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, was never the type to believe in love or anything romantic in life. he didn't understand what all the buzz was about troupes or otps or anything else. taehyun had assumed that his life would just be with him and maybe a fish. but as an idol who had just made his debut into the world of glittery and shining korean pop there wasn't much time for pets this early in the game—let alone a life partner.

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, met you on a street corner. it was an awkward meeting at first since he stepped in front of you and you weren't sure which way to go and just giggling to yourself wasn't helping because what the hell you couldn't walk. the memory now though always made you smile because it was silly to think taehyun was going to scold you for keeping him from whatever he needed to do.

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, magically, every other friday or so, would see you on the street corner on the way to a convenient store that he and his group members practically worshipped the ice cream that it sold. unlike him, the conversation between you two was struck by taehyun. simple and sweet, you greeted each other and he figured out your worked at said convenient store. it was a lovely fact to know for taehyun but he didn't know reason behind why it was so lovely to begin with.

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, thought it was a huge mistake when you and him started to date in secret. that was the first thing outlined in their contracts, 'NO DATING'. so what kind of idiot ignores the bold, large and very strong words of a legally binding document? taehyun apparently. even if he was an idiot, a major risk taking idiot, he knew you gave him every opportunity to walk away because of how high the stakes were if someone from the press were to find out. only beomgyu knew and he sort of found out when his beloved group member left his phone open and the text message you sent was pretty self explanatory.

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, had broken up with you before his 21st birthday. his manager was the main one behind the break up but taehyun didn't want you to be tarnished by the dispatch and the trash they could always spew together and call it a story. it wasn't a shock to hear him say "i'm breaking up with you," actually you were surprised your relationship lasted as long as it did. but that didn't mean the aching in your chest wasn't real. the late night phone calls lasting till two in the morning and the convenient store conversations behind the snack isle as well as many more fond memories of your time together never left your mind.

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, dedicated a song to you. when it first flowed through your ears your heart ached before speeding up. it was hard to find the right breathing pattern again after hearing taehyun's angelic voice sing the pet name he gave you, 'darling.' his korean dialect had made the word sound off the first time you heard it but as he got used of saying it to you so much the meaning was enough to bring tears to your eyes and down your blushing cheeks. it was a song of how life was unfair to young lovers during the past and the present but he had hoped in the future love would be more fruitful.

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, met you again. he was more grown up since the last time you saw him and you were honest for once and allowed yourself to think that he still looked handsome after so long. he still made you nervous when he spoke in that soft voice of his, the way his eyes sparkled like a puppies when he gazed into your own eyes and how his hands on the counter tapped against the cold surface suddenly went still with your warms ones holding his. you could tell he still loved you, and there was no denying that your heart still belonged to taehyun.

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, thought back to when he snuck out of the dorms to see you. and how he would do anything for that gorgeous smile on your face. he was young and in love, never thought clearly about the consequences of his actions and how his involvement with you could end up in a tragedy instead of a fairy tale. well, as taehyun stood in front of your grave he now knew.

BOYFRIEND! TAEHYUN, was a mess. the news of your relationship had made it into the public eye as it just reached its early days and wasn't welcomed in any way. your death that soon followed was sudden and heart wrenching because it could have been prevented—reporters were following you on your way home and caused you to get involved in a car accident which resulted in your death. taehyun never returned to the entertainment industry after you, and never fully recovered. you were his corner boy and the best thing to happen to him.

—friends to lovers

BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, hadn't expected it to hit him so hard. how could anyone prepare to suddenly see their close friend in a new light? he hasn't thought of you as anything more than someone he could tease and make fun of. that was your role in the friend group; the shortest out of everyone in your class and did the cutest angry nibble on your pen when he or soobin had made fun of your haircut or weird handwriting. it was just you, kai, beom and taehyun, the rowdy bunch in school. you all had too much energy that even the teachers didn't know how to tame you.

BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, was certain he didn't want anything more than friendship from you. it made sense to him to have you as a friend that he put himself in the friend zone many a time whenever he somewhat guessed you were trying to flirt with him or get him alone. so why did it hurt his heart so much to see you with someone else? he was the one who pushed you away in their arms; choi yeonjun's arms to be exact. kai hated him. typical fuck boy who didn't care who's hearts he trampled on. it disgusted hyuka.

BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, had kissed you like his life depended on your lips on his. he knew you weren't his to take but there was something within him—a sense of possession if you will—that just led him to snatch you away from yeonjun one day and lead you to an empty classroom. he was shocked when he felt how soft your lips were, which made sense since he always teased you about how your lips were always chapped. but not today. like.. you knew what his intentions were and that made you decide to out of the blue put on coconut lipbalm. hyuka loved coconut..

BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, hadn't spoken to you after the kissed you share that late afternoon when everyone was meant to be going home. when he had pulled away he was beat red and embarrassed, not even giving you a chance to let out a word when he bolted out of the classroom with the tips of his ears burning. how was he to face you the coming days? after he suddenly kissed you out of his jealousy and lack of rationality, hyuka couldn't look you in the eye. your beautiful eyes..

BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, had distanced himself from his friends, claiming to put his focus into the coming midterm examinations they were to write within a few weeks. it was the perfect excuse and it couldn't have come at a better time because he always had the compulsion to go and speak to you, hear your angelic voice and just listen to you speak. but who was he kidding, hyuka didn't deserve you. he was an absolute asshole to you whenever he got the chance, always being rude and teasing you.

BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, saw you standing with yeonjun on the final exam day, looking like the jerkward wanted to make a move on you but quickly you moved away from him and hurriedly left the scene. the smirk of satisfaction on hyuka's lips fell fast when you bumped into him while retreating from yeonjun. "a—are you alright?" his voice cracked and he cursed under his breath. you had nodded your head and made your way to leave but hyuka held your wrist, his declaration of adoration and love for you falling out of his mouth and into your ears.

BOYFRIEND! HYUKA, could feels tears cloud his vision when he stared down at you. when he heard you say how much you've longed to hear him say those words he couldn't keep his emotions inside any longer. hyuka had confessed how he had mistaken his friendship for you as something more, and his continuous teasing was merely his way of showing affection which he wasn't sure how to do. you embraced him and called him an idiot, laughing at how funny his crying face was. when the tears had dried hyuka held you tightly and pressed his lips to yours once again but the second time was far better than the first.

[pearlycorpse]

☆ SUNRISE, choi yeonjun.

❛ pairings: choi yeonjun x male reader.

❛ content: fluff. oneshot. wc: 670. he/him pronouns used for reader.

❛ warnings: kissing. pet names (prince, baby, cute boy). established relationship. yeonjun is called hyung. lowercase intended.

❛ notes: requested by @sooinluvz !! i just need jjunie to kiss all my problems away :( <3

choi yeonjun treasures every second he gets to spend with you, but if he had to pick, his favorite time to spend with you is the morning.

there's nothing he loves more than waking up to you in his arms, your eyes shut as you softly breathe in and out, holding onto his hand in your sleep.

yeonjun brushes a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

you stir and slowly blink, gorgeous eyes opening and gazing at yeonjun.

"jjunie? is it time to get up?" you raise your head a little to look at him, and he swears he can't love you any more than he already does.

the first few rays of sunlight have just started creeping in past the curtains, so he shakes his head and smiles, adoring eyes fixed on you.

"not yet, prince, go back to sleep. sorry for waking you."

you nod slowly, stretching and cuddling closer to him. "good morning," you mumble into his chest.

yeonjun tries to hold back his adoration but fails. "god, you're so fucking cute, m/n. i love you."

he takes your face in his hands, pressing kisses all over, from your nose to your forehead and of course, several on your pretty lips.

you giggle and kiss him back. "i love you too."

when you finally pull away, it's not because you want to, but because you're out of breath. you push the blankets out of the way and start getting out of bed.

yeonjun pouts and says "did you forget? yesterday when we went on our date you promised you'd give me a thousand kisses."

"i didn't forget." you tell him.

yeonjun whines and pulls on your wrist, "you haven't given me a thousand yet, come back~"

you giggle and pull away from his grasp, "hyung, stop it! i have to get up and go brush my teeth! plus, i never said i'd give you a thousand kisses today. i have an entire lifetime to kiss you as much as i want."

yeonjun huffs and gives in, a light blush adorning his cheeks, but he's not really upset. how could he be, when he's lucky enough to call you his?

so he gets out of bed too, stretching and going into the kitchen to feed your cat.

once he's done, he comes into the bathroom and puts his arms around you as you wash your face.

"hyung," you whine, trying to shake off his arms, but he just grins and hugs you tighter.

you pout as yeonjun pokes your cheek lightly and coos, "where's my cute boy's smile?"

"gone. forever." you stick your tongue out at him and wriggle out of his grasp.

yeonjun grins and starts brushing his teeth while you finish washing your face.

once you're both done, you head back into the bedroom. you glance at the sunlight lighting up your room, then grab yeonjun's arm excitedly while asking, "hyung, wanna watch the sunrise?"

he smiles and nods, opening the door to the balcony and stepping out with you.

you take a deep breath, enjoying the scent of flowers and the quiet trills of birdsong.

you gaze at the emerging golden sun lighting up the sky, and smile happily. "isn't the sunrise pretty?"

yeonjun's eyes are on you instead, admiring the sight of the soft golden rays falling across your cheek.

you turn to look at him, eyes shining. "could you think of a more gorgeous view?"

yeonjun's eyes don't leave your face. "i could think of one, yeah."

you duck your head as you feel your cheeks heating up. "stop it, hyung, my heart can't handle it."

yeonjun just chuckles, putting an arm around you as he turns to look at the view with you. he presses a kiss to your head and mumbles, "my pretty boy."

this is all he needs, and all he'll ever need.

because you're yeonjun's entire world, and your eyes are more breathtaking than any sunrise could ever be.

© astrozuya. do not translate, copy or repost my work. networks: @kflixnet

[pearlycorpse]

i mean look at vanitas ;3; olivier 2 :((

can someone please tell me why vanitas no carte is so PRETTY??? im in love and i find myself squealing every five minutes!! 😭

[pearlycorpse]

 𝑾𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝒚𝗈𝗎 𝒍𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝒂 𝒉𝖺𝗇𝖽 ?

pairing; sebastian michealis x m!reader

summary; being new to the phantomhive manor, a friendly demon provides aid.

tw; nsfw, yandere sebastian, overstim

note; my first request qwq. @romanistics , i hope its good <3

CUNNING! SEBASTIAN, who would watch you closely from when you first set foot into the mansion to you going about your daily duties as a maid. you were none the wiser to his lustful gazes he would send your way and how he would underdress you with his eyes, taking off each layer of clothing — that was definitely unnecessary to him — with his mind.

CUNNING! SEBASTIAN, who hated anyone who so much as looked at you for too long. how he wanted to gauge their eyes out with a butter knife and leave them bleeding on the dirt floor. the mere fact that their unworthy eyes could stare upon your beauty infuriated the butler. who were they to look at you when sebastian had claimed you as his own.

CUNNING! SEBASTIAN, who saw you as his obedient little kitten that followed his instructions without question. and sebastian liked that very much, it was quite a turn on. it was hard not to punce on you then and there when ciel was away on business with lady elizabeth but sebastian was patient.

CUNNING! SEBASTIAN, who would call you darling or sweetheart without you ever minding. you never asked why he did so and thought of it was sweet he thought of you so dearly. but to him, when your ears turned pink at the tips after saying things like, " my dear, you look tired, rest up and continue your work later," or " your eyes are the finest jewels ive seen, darling, " his cock twitched in his tight trousers.

CUNNING! SEBASTIAN, who touched you so subtly you didn't even notice the feeling when traveling with him till you released a moan. he enjoyed toying with you, leaving you desperate and needing him to touch you more. there were moments where sebastian would just pump your shaft and allow you to cum without saying a word. you never complained and enjoyed it each time.

CUNNING! SEBASTIAN, who had had enough of waiting and pulled you back into his chambers. the dark room was filled with just a bed, draws and a small basin in the corner. you were clueless when he professed his love for your body, mind and soul, how you were his alone and no one else's, having claimed you from the first time he locked eyes with you.

CUNNING! SEBASTIAN, who loved how you didn't deny him access to your most private areas time and time again, practically allowing him to defile you each time. he would coo at you, blowing on your sensitive dick as it leaked with precum. sebastian's eyes were that of a demon, hungry and oh so thirsty, ready to ravage you till dawn. he wouldn't take no for an answer, after all, he had muzzled you, so how would you voice your displeasure?

CUNNING! SEBASTIAN, who finally got a feel of your tight ring of muscle around his thick curved cock. he couldn't overcome the way it hugged all around him and kept him warm like your hole was waiting just for him. " yes, kitten.. i do believe you're all mine now.. when im done, you'll cry for me to do this. " he would tell you, chuckling at your trembling body and he wasn't even finished.