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being on tumblr for a long time but never reading homestuck like

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⭒ ── WING PLAY W/ SUNDAY, EIGHTEEN+ ONLY

cw. fem reader. minors do not interact. dry humping. wing play. halovian’s have sensitive ear feathers. he cums in his pants. a little bit of control play with sunday.

word count. 1.3k words. ︵ ⊹ return to masterlist.

It was rare for Sunday to get like this.

Maybe he’s had a particularly rough day or he’s feeling particularly needy, but he feels hot as you straddle his lap and twist yourself closer to him. Your hands stroke at the hair on the back of his neck as you kiss him deep and your hips press down on top of his with mirrored, desperate movements.

You can feel how hard Sunday is through his slacks. It’s accompanied by the way he’s breathing deep into your mouth, his hands squeezing tightly into your waist.

You offer him another slower, longer roll of your clothed pussy down on his crotch as you lose yourself in the dull, suffocating pleasure the slight friction brings. And he rewards you with an uncharacteristically loud whine into your mouth.

It makes Sunday almost shy, as if surprised by his own voice; his fingers squeeze into your skin and it’s enough to draw your fingers up higher, as if to urge him not to pull away. Stroking them through the grey feathers that adorn his wings, you appreciate how soft they are before you’re surprised by the way a simple squeeze of your hands along the delicate area makes him shake.

You’ve never heard him like this. He was always much more composed. But as your fingers card through Sunday’s wings once more you feel the way it makes his hold on you tighten. It’s followed by a particularly uncharacteristic, needy twitch of his hips into the warm space between your legs and he kisses you deeper to try and muffle his own moans.

You catch the end of the sweet sound as you pull away to look at him.

“I didn’t realise they were so sensitive.” You say quietly, fingers massaging the sensitive tendons between the plush wings.

“Y-yes, well. Halovians tends not to favour strangers touching us in such a manner.” Sunday blinks at you. He looks like he’s almost drooling. He’s flushed, panting, whole body twitching as your fingers graze through his ear feathers once more and you smile.

“And me?” You press more weight down on his lap. Feeling his cock throb in response to it as his hands circle around your lower back to clasp together.

“I assume you will do as you please regardless.”

“Maybe that’s because you let me.” Your head cocks. Testing the waters, as if seeing how much he’ll let you away with.

“Heh,” It makes Sunday chuckle, though he’s quick to remind you “Well, I am more than capable of reclaiming what’s been lost should I so wish to.” He stops himself for a breath when your fingers push along the vane of his wings, regaining himself before he continues. Though tight lipped, almost hissing “Or will you tell me that that’s not the case?”

You shallowly, slowly hump yourself along his lap as you consider his question. He’s watching you carefully, narrowed eyes as he commands your gaze and you rub your clothed cunt all over him. It makes you exhale, continuing your sinful movements as if unaffected, but your pussy throbs.

“You’re right.” You say. Obediently. Like you’re a dog on a lax leash, temporarily in control until Sunday takes it back whenever he so pleases with a single tug.

“Yes. As I thought.” His hands are on you again, easing you to shift more weight onto his cock and it makes his eyes close at the pleasure. “Nevertheless, you’ll be sure to savour this opportunity then, won’t you, my angel?”

“Definitely.” Is all you respond, deliberately airy and light as you begin a needier, hotter pace. Your hands stay massaging through Sunday’s wings; from barb to rachis of each feather and every stroke and pinch of your fingers makes his hips jolt.

You’re growing wetter now, dampening his slacks — though you’re not solely to blame considering how hard Sunday feels beneath you. He’s all but lost his composure entirely, flushed right beneath the collar of his shirt and he’s sweating hard; he can barely look at you.

Had you know Halovian’s wings were this sensitive. You would’ve done this far before now, but you savour the image while you can.

Another grind of your hips follows more movements of your fingers, feeling the shaft of his throbbing cock press up against your panties. It bares weight on your clit, your underwear soaked through now and you’re sure if you were to look between your glued together bodies you’d see the quickly growing puddle on his trousers.

But Sunday is in no position to let you pull away. His hands are palming at you uncontrollably and he’s being louder than he normally prefers to be. Like he’s been overcome entirely by the sweet grind of your body on his cock and the touch of your fingertips through his wings.

“I…” His voice is wound up in his desperation, muffled against where he’s pressing his lips against your throat. “I would normally not allow m-myself to be tormented like this.”

But you like it.

“You should let yourself go more often then.” Your retort makes Sunday laugh again, albeit choked and broken off into more of a whine compared to the last.

“I’d prefer to savour it for our more i-intimate moments together.”

The back and forth twist of your hips is incredibly saccharine, swiping the warmth of your cunt over Sunday’s bulge and his own body shifts and jolts beneath you. He’s already so close, he twists his face to meet yours so he can kiss you again.

But that alone proves to be entirely too much when your thumb shifts its way towards the pretty, gold plated earrings that adorn the sensitive area of Sunday’s feathers. That’s what gets him; your fingers circle the jewellery and you take his tongue between your lips to suck on it slowly as your weight bares down on him.

He sucks in a breath as he kisses you, nails scratching at your lower back as his wings begin to shake; as does he. “W-wait—“

Sunday cums just like that.

His wings stiffen between your fingertips as his hips twitch and roll up to chase the plush, warm feeling of your cunt squishing against him. He wraps his arms around you as leverage to each thrust, spilling all over the inside of his pristine outfit but he continues to kiss you despite the messy, drooled movements of his mouth.

The reaction makes you feel so incredibly warm. Like you could climb out of your own skin. To hear Sunday, someone who is always so well-presented, break completely at the feeling of your fingers caressing his ear feathers is definitely something you won’t forget.

He pants into your mouth, rutting upwards so desperately that it makes your body bounce and jolt against his, drawing you closer until his body grows lax and he begins to hiss with overstimulation.

Your hands drop down to massage at Sunday’s shoulders gently while he catches his breath. Not wanting to ruin the moment by teasing him, you can only assume he’s embarrassed when he pulls away from the kiss and can’t seem to even look at you.

Bright red in the face while his hair and feathers remain mused from your hands.

Sunday clears his throat, “If you can spare me a few moments… I’ll see the favour is repayed in due course.” He’s almost soaked himself… and you from where your cunt still presses flush against his softening cock. You can still feel it twitch from his orgasm, every shift of your body proof of his still dwindling sensitivity when it makes him shudder beneath you.

But you just offer your lover a soft smile before letting your fingers reach up to graze along the edges of his feathers again. A touch so innocent compared to the one a few moments ago.

“Take your time.” You hum, body pulsing from Sunday’s high alone. But you lean in to give him a quick kiss, one he turns to meet before his eyes finally find themselves back on yours. “I’m quite fine like this right now.”

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women keep coming up to me giggling and blushing and running their finger along the edge of my mighty greatsword like STOP theres literally evil afoot

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Sigh….

older boyfriend!aizawa who spoils you rotten. who treats you like his princess, who always knows what to say to you and how to say it. he’s the best you’ve ever had, he’s patient and kind and boy is he hot.

older boyfriend!aizawa who looks and feels like a man. who’s so fucking yummy in the early mornings, getting up with untamed hair and half moon eyes, his stubble thicker, his happy trail showing as his shirt lifts up while he stretches. his hands are rough and big, yet his touch feels like heaven - and every time he grazes you, you think you’ve found religion at his hands.

older boyfriend!aizawa who doesn’t care how tired he is or how horrible his day has been, he will always fuck the stress out of you if needed, or eat you out so achingly slow and good that you forget all your problems at his touch.

older boyfriend!aizawa who strokes your head and runs his fingers through your hair while he’s talking to you, attentively listening to anything and everything you have to say.

older boyfriend!aizawa who loves to get out of bed in the morning to you making him breakfast. mostly to fuck you on the kitchen table, though. (you’re the only meal he needs anyway)

older boyfriend!aizawa who lets you crawl into his lap whenever you want. he’s grading assignments? he’s doing work things on his laptop? he’s reading? he doesn’t care. his lap is the only seat you need.

older boyfriend!aizawa who loves to look you in the eyes while he fucks you.

older boyfriend!aizawa who especially loves to gaze into your tear-stricken eyes while you choke on his cock. you’re just so pretty, he can’t help it. you’re so good. and you’re all his. and he fucking loves it.

older boyfriend! aizawa who’s the man of my dreams !!!!

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summary: A city-wide blackout leads to some questionable decisions on Eraserhead's part: for four nights in a row now, Aizawa Shouta has been watching you get yourself off. Is tonight the night he joins in? pairing: aizawa shouta x reader wc: 1.7k content warnings: SMUT mdni, dark content, stalker!aizawa, stalking, voyeurism, dubcon, power imbalance (pro hero/civilian, ya know) voice kink, dirty talk, aizawa's big dick, truly don't know if his quirk helps him see in the dark but i don't care

The watching starts before Aizawa knows how to stop it.

One minute, he’s on patrol during the worst blackout the city’s ever seen; the next, he’s looking into your room and watching you get undressed.

You stopped him dead in his tracks, all plush curves and soft skin, almost otherworldly in the cool blue dark. Maybe that’s why he stayed that first time, frozen on the ledge of a neighboring building, watching you writhe and whimper on a purple dildo.

He has no excuse for why he returns the second and the third night, only that he's hungry for more, that the cover of dark in a still imperiled city is making it easier for him to accept the dark desire churning in his veins that he needs to know exactly what you sound like when you stuff yourself full.

He takes a shaky breath, cold air stinging his cheeks. Darkness blankets the city as thoroughly as gauze, a hazy film that puts anyone with eyes that aren’t his at a disadvantage.

He can see you perfectly, surrounded in your bedroom by candles and wearing those sleep shorts that hug the meat of your ass so well he has to palm his dick roughly through his pants, grunting into his fist.

You can’t see him.

Aizawa pulls out a burner phone before he can stop himself and punches in your number. Your face scrunches adorably at the unfamiliar caller, but you answer all the same.

“Hello?”

Fuck. You’ve got a voice like heaven, soft and low and sweet.

“Hi,” is all he can think to say, and he sucks in a breath when your nipples pebble under your thin cami.

You like his voice already. That’s good. He can work with that.

“Who is this?”

You’d be lying if you didn’t already have a suspicion. Just because you don’t have a quirk doesn’t mean you don’t have senses; you clocked him the first night he watched you out in that expansive dark, the gleam of something like goggles shining in the dark.

You don’t know why you kept touching yourself, why his gaze on you made your heart race instead of reach for the phone to call the cops.

Not much good they’d do anyway. They’d just send Mr. Pro Hero outside, or someone like him.

“Does it matter who I am?”

His voice is everything you like. Deep and rumbling, a little rasp raking over the syllables and zipping up your spine.

“Guess not.” You shrug one shoulder; the strap of your cami slides down. On cue, you hear the faintest inhale of air. Dude must have fucking super vision. “Why did you keep coming back?”

You almost roll your eyes at how off-route your priorities are. There’s been a man watching you fuck yourself, and you’re hung up on specifics?

“You’re beautiful,” he says, simply, like he’s rattling off stock prices, but it makes your heart stop all the same. “Why is it you’re alone?”

You can't help but laugh. “You’re not pulling the ‘you’re too pretty to be alone’ card, are you?”

He laughs, too, a soft rumble that crackles the phone with static. “So what if I am? The only action I’ve seen you get the past few days is when that toy of yours disappears between your legs.”

Arousal knocks the wind out of you. Heat flushes up your hairline.

Another low chuckle on his end. “Embarrassed, pretty girl?”

You walk up to the window, peer out into the dark night. You can’t make anything out other than shadows.

“How many times have you watched me now?”

“You don’t know? Seemed like you were putting on a show.”

His teasing tone makes your cunt clench.

“Four days now, sweetheart,” like he’s counting down your anniversary, not how often he’s spied on you masturbating. “What were you thinking about last night that had you shuddering and gasping like that? Knew I had to get your number just so I could hear you fall apart.”

This is wrong this is wrong this is wrong is blaring on repeat in your head, but that’s increasingly falling to the wayside with every word that falls out of this stranger’s mouth. Your sleep shorts slide between your folds. Blood rushes in your ears as your heart beats in your throat. You feel so turned on it’s like every cell is alight, responding to the chemical reaction that is the man on the other side of the window.

It’s cold tonight. The window sticks just like it always does when you open it up, the cool night air a balm for your arousal-drenched skin.

You don’t address him; you’re not really sure why, but you like not knowing where he is, a figure in the dark hell bent on nothing more than watching you cum.

You settle back down on your bed, crossing your legs and groaning a little. You’re damp and sticky and so turned on it’s already starting to hurt.

“I was thinking about you,” you answer honestly. "I like your voice.” Your own shakes, with a mixture of lust and fear and excitement. “Can you talk to me?”

“Of course I can talk to you.” His voice drops another octave, takes on an even more gravelly tone. Your whole body erupts in goosebumps. “What’s my pretty girl wanna hear?”

“Anything,” you say, and you mean it. This man could probably read you the directions to a microwave meal and get you off. “You can see me, right?”

“Mmhmm,” he intones.

“Then tell me how to touch myself. Like if you were here.”

Aizawa crushes the phone in his grip so tightly he hears it crack.

You’re already squirming on your bed, sitting on your fucking hands like you’re waiting for permission. His heart kicks up against his ribs, his cock jumping violently against his uniform.

“I can do that, sweetheart.”

You smile, tuck your chin into your chest like his attention is all of a sudden making you shy. He wonders if you’re doing it to tease him, or if he’s bringing it out of you. It doesn't matter either way; he's harder than he's been in his entire life.

“Lay back down on the bed for me, yeah?” You comply instantly. “Make sure I can see that gorgeous cunt, baby, don’t be hiding from me.”

Your breath hitches. You scoot forward just enough, and the flickering candlelight plays over your skin like water. His mouth dries up at the sight.

“Spread yourself open, use those pretty hands of yours.”

You part your folds, the pad of your middle finger gathering up the arousal pooling between your legs. “Jesus—fuck—look at you, gorgeous. All that just for me?”

He sees you nod.

“You gotta talk to me too, sweetheart. Use that cute mouth of yours.”

You choke out a little whine that blacks out his vision.

“S-sorry. I don’t understand how it feels so fucking good already.”

Your hips move in little circles, chasing your release.

“How many toys do you have there with you?”

“A few. Why?”

“Which is the biggest?”

You huff out a disbelieving giggle. “You’re not doing that thing where you lie about your endowments, are you?”

The grin that crosses his mouth is wild, hungry. He wasn’t planning on touching himself tonight; only wanted to tease you in the dark until he splattered the front of his pants like a teenager. But your tone is making him ignore his earlier impulses as he tugs out his cock and snaps a photo of it, hard and heavy and leaking in his palm.

He sends it.

You’re silent for a moment. He sees your legs press together before he hears—

“Fuck,” you whimper, so desperately it’s like he can see your mouth water. “I don’t—I don’t have anything as big as you.”

His cock literally jumps in his hand. Pre-cum oozes from the tip; he stuffs it back into his briefs before he can change his mind.

“You can’t tell me things like that. Makes me want to climb through your window and stuff you full with what you really need.” The muscles in his stomach bunch as he fights for composure. “Take out that purple toy of yours. It’ll be enough for now, ‘kay princesss? Don’t whine for things you can’t have.”

It’s an admonishment to himself, too.

“Don’t turn it on just yet. Get it all nice and wet, pretty girl, I know you’re fucking dripping.”

You follow instructions in a way that soothes the miasma of thoughts in his head. Here the world makes sense again. Here he can do good.

“Can I know your name?” You pant. He watches you trace small caresses across your belly, the soft undersides of your tits.

God, he wants his teeth on you, devouring you whole.

Against his better judgement, he tells you. “Sho is fine.”

“Okay. Sho,” you breathe it out in an overdrawn sexy drawl, but fuck, even his shortened name is enough to make that low-belly punch of arousal spike.

“Inch that toy in nice and slow, honey, go on now, stop being a tease.” He watches the tip start to part you open, your ragged gasp harsh in his ear. “If I was there, we’d be stretching out your little cunt for hours, make sure you’re ready for me. I could probably sit you on just the tip of my dick and make you cum. Isn't that right, sweetheart? You're fucking shaking and I haven't even touched you—”

“Sho,” you’re pleading, and it’s making his head fucking spin. “Can I turn it on, please? Let me turn it on—”

“Of course you can, baby, that’s it, look at you.” Your legs are spread obscenely, arousal dripping from your hole, glistening on your thighs and core. “Show me you how you like it, sweet girl, show me how you want me to fuck you next time, yeah?”

Aizawa feels each shuddering gasp and keening moan like you’re there beside him. Your orgasm overtakes you, back bowing off the bed, his name like a prayer on your lips. His hips jerk as he watches you, one hand tight on the phone, the other pressing against the pulsing-hot ache of his cock as he ruts into his palm.

His phone pings a moment later as he's catching his breath, a too-dark picture of the mess between your thighs and a text:

[y/n]: Come back tomorrow <3

a/n: actively launching myself into outer space!!! part two!

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i will never make a fandom sideblog you will get everything on one blog and you will like it. you will learn to love all my interests even if you followed for just one. my blog #myblog

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I WANNA FUCK!

― a sneaky abyss mage hits you with an aphrodisiac!

pairings (separate): kaeya, xiao, itto, alhaitham, neuvillette, mualani, childe, dainsleif x reader

cw: explicit piv content, dubcon, semi-exhibitionism, spanking, slapping, biting, scratching, overstim, creampie, breeding kink, babytrapping? (childe), scissoring (mualani), praise, neuvillette has a dragon tail bc i said so but its not very relevant

kaeya

the spell hit him fast.

one second kaeya was joking with you over a drink, the next he was doubled over against the bar of angel's share with his hand clenched over his mouth, panting like he’d run from dragonspine. you barely had time to process the heat in his eyes before he was dragging you out the back door with a death grip on your wrist.

now you were pinned between the cold stone wall of angel’s share and the full length of his body, his thigh shoved between yours, coat pushed back, gloved hand under your skirt—in your panties.

“fuck,” he hissed, breath hot against your lips, “you feel that too, don’t you, pretty girl?”

you couldn’t answer—not with his fingers already sliding through your slick folds like he was starving, not with the way his cock strained against his pants, grinding against your thigh. he chuckled low in his throat, even as he panted like a dog in heat.

“abyss bastards must be getting creative,” he muttered, teeth scraping along your jaw. “should’ve known something was wrong when i started picturing you bent over the bar…”

he pressed a kiss to your throat, then bit it—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp and grip his shoulders. he moaned when you did, hips twitching. the sound was obscene.

“you’re so wet for me,” he whispered. “you like seeing me like this? all hot and desperate? hah… you always were a bit of a tease.”

you didn’t get a chance to shoot back. he yanked your panties aside with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other, his movements clumsy and frantic—not like him. the spell had stripped away all the usual smooth bravado. his hands trembled. his lips were parted. and when he finally sank into you, the noise he made was almost vulnerable.

“ohh… fuck, fuck—archons, you’re tight—‘m gonna lose it,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “shit, you’re gonna milk me dry, pretty girl…”

your back hit the wall with each thrust, hard and fast, the way only someone out of his mind with lust could manage. he couldn’t keep quiet—every breath came with a moan, a whispered praise, a filthy promise.

“so fuckin’ good, baby. taking me so well. gonna fill you up right here where anyone could walk out and see.”

you whimpered his name and he lost it.

one hand fisted in your hair, the other dragging your leg higher around his hip as he slammed into you with a growl. “say it again,” he panted. “say my name, beg for it—i wanna hear you sob it while i ruin you.”

your thighs trembled. your nails dug into his coat. and when your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, kaeya snapped.

he fucked you through it, chasing his own release, rutting into your soaked cunt like a man possessed. when he came, he bit your shoulder to muffle the sound, cock pulsing deep inside you as hot cum spilled out around him, dripping down your thighs onto the cobblestones below.

neither of you moved for a moment. just panting. trembling. pressed together in the shadows.

then he tilted his head and smirked.

“…think diluc would mind if we used the spare bedroom upstairs?”

xiao

he warned you not to follow him.

the abyss mage had vanished into the night, but whatever cursed aura it left behind clung to xiao like smoke. he staggered onto the balcony, breath ragged, arm trembling as he gripped the railing like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

“don’t—come near me,” he snarled, voice hoarse, teeth clenched like he was in pain.

you’d never seen him like this. sweat glistened on his brow, hair stuck to his neck, and when he looked over his shoulder at you, his golden eyes were wide—wild.

“i can’t… i can’t control it. it’s crawling under my skin. my body’s burning.” his voice cracked on that last word, as if admitting it made the heat worse.

you stepped closer anyway. “xiao…”

“don’t,” he begged, backing into the shadows. “don’t say my name like that. i—i can’t—”

but then you reached out. you brushed your fingers against his and gasped at how hot he was—feverish, shaking.

he froze.

and when you looked up at him, wide-eyed, lower lip caught between your teeth in concern—

his last thread of will snapped.

xiao slammed you against the balcony wall in the blink of an eye, his body caging you in like a beast cornering its prey. his lips ghosted over your jaw, but he didn’t kiss you. he just breathed, fast and shallow, like he was scared that touching you would ruin everything.

“you looked at me like you trusted me,” he whispered, nails digging into your hips. “like i wasn’t dangerous. like i wasn’t… like this.”

you whispered his name again. that was it.

his mouth crashed down on yours—clumsy, desperate, teeth grazing your lips. his hands found your thighs, lifting you with ease, and his hips pressed against you, hard and already throbbing through his pants.

“i’m sorry,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours. “i can’t stop. i don’t want to stop.”

and he didn’t.

he shoved your underwear aside with shaking fingers, freeing his cock just enough to rut into you, his hips snapping forward with a raw, needy groan. you cried out at the sudden stretch—he was thick, trembling as he buried himself inside you in one hard thrust.

“fuck,” he gasped. “you’re… ngh—you’re perfect. too warm. too tight. i c-can’t…”

he tried to pull back—tried—but your walls clenched around him and his restraint crumbled to dust. he drove into you like a man possessed, every thrust harsher than the last, his voice a mess of choked moans and broken apologies.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he whimpered, “i was trying to protect you, i—shit, i’m going to cum—”

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, anchoring him, and whispered “please. i want it.”

he shattered.

xiao buried his face in your neck, crying out as he emptied inside you, hips jerking, cum spilling deep and hot and fast. he trembled in your arms, still rutting shallowly like he couldn’t bear to be apart from your warmth just yet.

you stroked his hair. whispered his name again, this time with a smile.

he groaned softly.

“…you’re going to break me,” he breathed.

itto

“okay, but real talk—why do i feel like i’m gonna explode if i don’t stick it in you right now?”

itto’s voice was a breathy whine, his huge hands clinging to your waist like you were the last snack on earth. his abs were still glistening from your little one-on-one sparring match, and now he was hard—violently hard—bulging against his pants like his cock was trying to punch its way out.

“i’m serious!” he groaned, grinding into your hip with zero shame. “i was fine one second, then you looked at me with that little smile, and boom—boner. massive. painful. i think i’m dying.”

you blinked. “itto… you did get hit by a weird-looking abyss mage’s spell like, ten minutes ago.”

he stared blankly.

“oh. huh. that would explain the horny.”

you didn’t even get a chance to laugh before he was kissing you—sloppy, hungry, tongue already in your mouth and one of his massive hands groping your ass like he needed to memorize every inch. his other hand lifted you off the floor like you weighed nothing, slamming you down on the futon so hard it squeaked in protest.

“sorry! sorry,” he panted, already tugging your pants down. “i just—i can’t. babe, i need you. like, right now. right this second. please please please lemme cum in you, i swear i’ll be good—fuck—”

you tried to answer, but he already had your thighs pushed up and apart, cock out, flushed and angry looking, and he just lined up and shoved in with a groan so loud it shook the walls.

“haaahhh fuckkk, you’re so warm,” he slurred, eyes rolling back a little. “squeezin’ me so good, shit—babe, you made for this or somethin’?”

his hips slammed forward again. and again. and again. no rhythm. no restraint. just full-force, head-empty, dick-driven fucking. you were already gasping, clawing at his back for purchase, but itto was in his own world—moaning and muttering under his breath like a man in a trance.

“feel so good—ahh fuck, you’re takin’ it so well—y’like this? y’want me to go harder? i can go harder—”

“itto!” you gasped, seeing stars.

“fuck, yeah, say my name like that,” he groaned, hips pistoning faster. “archons, m’gonna cum, gonna cum—fuck, babe, i’m gonna—!”

and then he slammed all the way in and stayed there, cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside you with a loud, wrecked moan. he didn’t even pause—just kept grinding into you, cum dripping out around his base, chasing that sweet friction.

“oh fuck, wait, you feel too good—i gotta keep goin’. just a little more, babe. c’mon. i’m so close. again. again.”

you whimpered, thighs trembling.

“...i think this spell’s still goin’,” he panted.

and then he smiled that dumb, hot, oni smile.

“guess we’re goin’ for round two, huh?”

alhaitham

he didn’t even flinch when the abyss mage cast it.

just let out a slow breath, adjusted his grip on his sword, and sliced the creature in two before it could vanish. you were panting behind him—relieved but shaken—barely even processing what had just happened before he turned to you with sharp, unreadable eyes.

“don’t panic,” he said, voice smooth, calm. too calm. “i’m aware of the spell’s effects.”

you blinked. “the what—?”

he was already walking toward you. unhurried. measured. the same way he read a book. the same way he always did everything.

“a focused aphrodisiac curse,” he said, sliding his gloves off. “localized. intensely hormonal. you’ll likely remain unaffected… but i’m already experiencing symptoms.”

you backed into a wall—gently, instinctively. his hand came up to cage your head, palm braced above your temple, and his mouth was suddenly much closer than it had been five seconds ago.

“which brings us to the solution.”

“w-what solution?” you breathed.

alhaitham leaned down and kissed you like he owned you—calm and composed but deep, tongue sliding over yours with slow, obscene confidence. by the time he pulled back, your head was spinning and your thighs were pressed together tight.

“the more i fuck you, the more the curse burns itself out.”

you gasped, but he was already sliding a hand down to your waistband. no shame. no hesitation. just firm, steady fingers tugging at your clothes like he’d already decided.

“you’re wet already,” he observed, voice low. “good. that makes this easier.”

and then he had you turned around—facing the stacks, bare ass pressed against his hips—and slid inside like he knew your body, like it was another formula he’d memorized and solved.

“you’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he muttered against your ear, hips rolling slow and deep. “but i don’t intend to stop until it wears off.”

your mouth dropped open in a soundless moan. he was thick, perfectly curved, bottoming out with every stroke like it was nothing. every time you tried to steady yourself, he’d just grab your hips tighter and fuck you harder—his voice still maddeningly even.

“look at you. arching for it already.”

one hand slid up your spine and curled gently around your throat—not choking, just there. a silent reminder of his control.

“do you like this?” he whispered. “do you like being used to stabilize my symptoms?”

you whimpered—no words, just a shaky nod—and he groaned low in his throat, pace picking up.

“you’re helping. so well, in fact, i might not stop even when it fades.”

your legs were trembling. your orgasm was building too fast, tight and unbearable and ravenous, and alhaitham just pressed his mouth to your ear and whispered:

“cum for me. now.”

you did, spasming around him, and he groaned like he’d been holding back for hours, slamming in deep and emptying himself inside you with a growl of satisfaction.

but he didn’t stop.

you flinched as he started moving again, slow and steady, already hard again, cock still stuffed inside your overstimulated pussy.

“the spell’s not done,” he said coolly, eyes half-lidded.

then he kissed your temple, softly.

“neither am i.”

neuvillette

it had been a quick fight. too quick for you to realize what the abyss mage had slipped into the room with—not until neuvillette turned to you afterward with wide, blown eyes and a tremble in his breath that made your chest seize.

“i—” he choked, his voice already hoarse. “i’ve been afflicted. please… please leave. i can’t—”

you took one step toward him, just one, and he shuddered, knees buckling slightly as he braced himself on the judge’s bench behind him. his breathing was ragged. his pupils had nearly eclipsed the soft blue of his eyes. and his whole body—

he was shaking.

“no,” you said quietly, “i’m not leaving you like this.”

that was when he snapped.

you weren’t even sure how fast he moved, only that suddenly your back was pressed to the polished wood of the bench, your legs forced open by large, trembling hands, and neuvillette was growling against your mouth as he kissed you like he’d been starving for centuries.

“i tried,” he rasped. “i tried to be noble. i tried to be good.”

he dragged his lips down your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin, and whimpered—an honest-to-archons whimper—as if the flavor of you was enough to undo him.

“but it hurts,” he choked. “it hurts so much. please let me… please—”

his cock was rock hard, thick and twitching in his trousers, already leaving a soaked, glistening patch on the front. he ground himself against your core like he couldn’t breathe otherwise—moaning deep in his throat as the pressure gave him momentary relief.

“i shouldn’t—do this,” he gasped. “i shouldn’t—use you this way—”

“but you need it,” you whispered, gripping his coat and pulling him closer. “don’t you?”

that was all it took.

he tore through your clothes—not with violence, but with urgency, reverence, desperation—and buried his face between your legs like a man sentenced to die. licked you until you were slick and dripping, trembling under his tongue, and then finally—finally—he pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sank inside.

“ah—” he gasped, voice cracked and broken. “you’re perfect. too perfect. you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t let me—”

you cried out as he bottomed out. he was huge, stretching you wide, and every pulse of his cock sent a gush of wetness dripping down your thighs. he wasn’t even moving yet—just trembling, panting, holding himself back with visible agony.

“neuvillette,” you begged, wrapping your arms around him. “please. don’t hold back.”

his restraint shattered.

he fucked you against that bench like he was trying to drive the curse out of his bloodstream—deep, punishing thrusts that made your eyes roll back, your nails dig into his shoulders, your cunt tighten helplessly around him as slick soaked down your thighs and dripped onto the courtroom floor.

the whole time, he was moaning, whimpering things like:

“i’m sorry—so sorry—but you feel too good—”

“i need to cum—i have to cum—inside, inside—please—”

“won’t you let me breed you, mon ange? i can’t stop—i can’t stop—”

and you barely managed to scream his name before he came hard, hips slamming into yours as his cock throbbed and released a flood of hot, viscous cum inside you. the pressure was insane. it leaked out around him instantly, coating the wood below.

but he didn’t stop.

“still burning,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “still too hot. i need more—you—i need to keep going—”

and that dragon tail curled around your thigh as he started again, more desperate than before.

mualani

you should’ve known something was wrong the second her hands started trembling.

mualani was always warmth wrapped in sunshine. she laughed like wind chimes in the breeze, kissed you softly, and touched you like you were made of something softer than skin. there was always a flower in her hand and starlight in her smile. but now?

now she was staring at you like she didn’t know how to hold back.

the abyss spell shimmered faintly around her—silvery-green mist curling around her marked arms and flushed cheeks, catching in the light like dew. her lips were parted, giggling softly under her breath as she tried (and failed) to keep her thighs pressed together.

“oh,” she hiccuped, a little breathless, “i think i touched something i shouldn’t have… it tickled all the way up my spine. and now i can’t stop thinking about you. your skin, your thighs, your… everything—hahh, oh no, i’m so sorry, i sound crazy, don’t i?”

“mua,” you murmured, hands on her waist, trying to steady her. “it’s the spell. it’s messing with you—maybe we should sit down—”

but she just let out another soft, high giggle, burying her face in your neck. “too late. i already want you. i already need you.”

and then she was kissing you—light and fluttering at first, like she was trying to be good, trying to keep her usual sweetness intact. but her mouth was hot and needy, and the little noises spilling from her lips betrayed her. her whole body trembled, glowing with that blue-yellow aura, her vision pulsing around you like plankton caught in a whirlpool.

she gasped when your hand slid up under her skirt, clinging to you like she was melting. “i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i just—can i…? can i feel you?”

you nodded before your brain could catch up. “yeah. yes. please.”

she giggled again, all breathy and dazed. “hehe… you’re warm. i love that. i love you.”

clothes came off in soft, clumsy motions—skirts pushed up, lips still brushing, chests heaving. she kissed you all over, from your cheek to your hipbone, humming delightedly at every sigh you made. and then, with her face flushed and her pupils blown wide, she pressed her cunt to yours.

“oh—oh, goodness,” she gasped, head falling back. “you’re so wet. that’s from me, right? i made you feel that good already?”

you could barely breathe, let alone answer. her slick skin was grinding against yours, hips trembling as she moved—slow, at first, and then a little faster, moaning softly each time her clit brushed yours. her legs locked around your thigh and she rocked against you in tight little circles, giggles tumbling into gasps.

“mua,” you whimpered, clutching her waist. “fuck—mua, you feel so good—keep going, please don’t stop—”

“‘course i won’t,” she said, almost drunkenly, her face glowing. “i could stay like this forever. pretty girl, pretty girl, you’re so soft. so perfect.”

her hands curled into yours as your slick bodies slid together, mess building between you. the moss below was damp with sweat and arousal, petals crushed under your bodies. you couldn’t stop moaning—your voices tangling in the air, high and desperate, hips grinding harder and faster until your thighs started to shake.

“i’m gonna cum,” she whined, voice all shaky and high-pitched. “please—cum with me—want you to make a mess with me—”

“i’m—fuck, yes, mualani, yes—!”

you clung to each other like vines, bodies trembling as the heat shattered between you. you came in sync—sobbing, grinding through it, her giggles dissolving into little gasps and praise.

she collapsed against you, face buried in your neck, giggling and sighing all at once. “oops.” she whispered, grinning.

your thighs were still shaking. “mua. you nearly killed me.”

“don’t be silly,” she said, eyes glittering. “i don't think this is wearing off anytime soon.”

and then she was sliding her leg back between yours again, breath catching.

“again?” she whispered.

you just pulled her closer. “again.”

childe

“fuck—! ajax—!”

he laughs, low and breathless, as he slams into you again—your knees sliding against the furs beneath you, snow melting into steam around your tangled bodies.

“you say my name like it’s gonna save you, pretty girl,” he pants, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. “but it won’t. not from this.”

the spell hit him mid-fight, some abyss mage’s last-ditch effort before childe sliced him clean through. and at first? he brushed it off. laughed it off. “ha, what’s this? a love spell? cute.”

until he caught your scent.

and then it was over.

he dragged you into a half-collapsed tent behind enemy lines, tossed you down like a prize, and now? he’s ruining you—balls-deep, unrelenting, grinning even as he snarls.

“you sure this was a spell?” he growls, teeth grazing your ear as he fucks you through another wave of overstimulation. “because i’ve wanted to bend you over like this since day one. maybe the abyss just helped me along.”

your body jerks with each thrust, moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. he’s so deep it’s like he’s trying to breed you, to plant himself inside you until he can’t be removed.

“look at you,” he coos, licking a stripe up your neck. “so cockdrunk, so fucking needy. what’s wrong, sweetheart? don’t tell me you like when the enemy wins.”

you sob out his name, and he slaps your ass, cock twitching deep inside you.

“say it louder. let them hear.”

you scream for him—broken, breathless—and he fucking shudders.

“ohhh fuck, yeah. that’s it. let ‘em know you’re mine now. that this sweet little body belongs to the fatui’s number 11.”

he fucks you harder. deeper. his cock stretching you open like your cunt was made for him. and then he pulls you up by the hair, flush against his chest, his breath hot and shaky against your ear.

“i’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, biting down. “and when this spell wears off, you’ll still feel it. still leak with me for days. and if we’re lucky? i’ll knock you up too. make sure the abyss spell sticks with you for life.”

your thighs quake. your orgasm hits like a bomb. and behind you, childe laughs again, full of heat and madness and pure fucking obsession.

“guess we’re both victims of the spell now, huh, baby?”

dainsleif ― bonus!

you don’t remember how the fight ended. just the burst of dark magic cracking through your ribs like lightning, and then—heat.

not just arousal. not something manageable. no. it’s suffocating. a deep, clawing ache in your womb that pulses harder with every breath of dainsleif’s scent.

he drags you to safety. sets up camp. checks your wounds. all while you tremble, every touch of his gloved hands burning you alive.

you try to hide it at first—gripping your thighs, biting your lip raw. but your whimper gives you away, and his head snaps toward you.

“…it affected you.”

you nod, shaking. desperate. so fucking wet it’s dripping onto the furs. and dain? he just sighs. gentle. almost pitying. he pulls off his gloves with slow precision.

“lie back.”

“w-what?”

his voice stays calm. measured. but his eyes—glowing, unreadable—pin you in place.

“you need relief. you’ll burn through your own mind if you don’t get it. i’m not affected by the abyss’ magic... but i can offer you my body.” he pauses. “use me. however you need.”

your brain short-circuits.

then you’re climbing on top of him, fingers digging into his shoulders, sobbing his name as you sink down onto his cock for the first time.

and fuck, he’s big. thick. heavy. stretching you open perfectly—and you don't even care. you need it. you ride him like you’ll die without it, hips snapping down hard, tears spilling down your cheeks as your cunt flutters around him.

“dain—! dain, please, i can’t— i need more, i need—”

he grips your hips, steady but unyielding, holding you open as you bounce on him.

“shhh,” he breathes, voice like silk. “take what you need. i’m not going anywhere.”

and you do. you fuck yourself on his cock until your thighs shake and your moans turn hoarse. until your pussy is soaked and red and raw, clenching down again and again like it never wants to let go.

dain watches the whole thing. chest rising slowly, lips parted, but never losing control. just… observing. letting you devour him.

“you’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs eventually, one hand smoothing up your back. “even consumed by madness. so full of need… like the abyss carved its hunger into you.”

you cry out as another orgasm crashes through you, pussy milking him—and only then does he shift, just enough to thrust up into you once. a warning.

“that’s enough,” he says, voice low. “you’ve taken your fill. now it’s my turn.”

you blink through the haze—and then dain flips you. presses you into the furs and fucks you so deep you swear you can taste it, murmuring about how good you feel, how well you took him, how he’s going to fuck the abyss right out of you—

until you can’t think. can’t breathe. can’t exist without him.

and through it all, dain holds you like something sacred. a relic to be cherished. a temple overtaken by hunger and worshipped with every thrust of his cock.

a/n: can u tell who my genshin fave is idk

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KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) + TUMBLR REACTIONS

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warnings: !MDNI! fem!reader, kaveh is a switch, reader is a switch, crossdressing, clothes sex(?) this took way too long to write. not super happy with it but i really wanted to get it out so i could feel like i can move on lolll

The moment you reach the hotel room, Kaveh kicks the door shut and drags you toward the bed, falling back onto it. He looks up at you through his lashes, breathing heavily, agitated at having to go the whole night with a boner in a dress.

"You owe me." He places a heeled foot on your stomach as you close in on him. "Big time."

Your hands caresses his ankle, as he presses the toes of his shoe into your side with a petulant look. You lean down, placing short kisses against the delicate skin of his calf, covered by dark brown stockings. Your free hand, the one not gracing your lips with his limb slides down his thigh, pushing the dress around his hips. Kaveh grabs the silks and arches off the bed, sliding it over his head and throwing it onto the headboard before wrapping his other leg around you to pull you closer.

“Can’t believe you.. working me up like that and then hanging me out to dry,” he grumbles, making you laugh at the pouty face he’s making.

“Had to cut it off short, baby, we got interrupted.” He glares at you.

Kaveh lays in a heaving mess, smeared make up from when he attacked you in the elevator with sloppy kisses, a forest green corset that he's trying to untie as you stare, thin, useless panties that do nothing to hold his hard on in, shear thigh highs that you're not evening considering pulling off and gorgeous golden heels. You grab your kamera from the nightstand while he's distracted and you snap a quick few photos. In succession, they show Kaveh looking up, surprised, then annoyed.

"Would you put that damn thing away and help me?" He groans, tugging at the laces of the corset.

"Did you tie it right when you put it on? I told you I'd help," you tease, leaning over him and gently batting his hands away. He grumbles at you, wringing his hands then grabbing your wrists to pull you down on top of him to kiss.

"Forget about the damn corset. Fuck me," he moans into your mouth, feeling his cock rub against your pelvis as he grinds upward. You wrap his panties around your fingers and pull upward, giving them a teasing tug before dipping your hand down to take a squeeze at his pert ass. He grabs at your coat and squeezes, growling in a string of curse words as he knees you in the side. He's clearly getting fed up with the teasing. Kaveh flips you over and begins plucking at your suit, unbuttoning and disrobing you easily, tossing your clothes around the room carelessly unlike how he carefully aimed his dress. You can't help but laugh as he does this in a frenzy, his hard cock bobbing pathetically as he exerts himself. His face is so red you'd be worried if you didn't know he was mad.

You reach up to grab at his thighs but he swats your hands away, giving you a hard look. "No. No touching," he firmly, before shucking off your pants and pushing you against the headboard, your legs over his shoulders as he spreads you open and buries his face between your legs.

He grips your thighs, holding them apart as he laps at your clit, sucking on it, tugging it with his teeth perhaps out of spite, or maybe because he's overwhelmed. His eyes flick up at you occasionally, sharp and red and he’s unable to look away from you for very long, not with the reactions you’re blessing him with. Your voice fills the room as he guides your legs and holds them firmly apart so he can devour you properly. But this isn’t exactly how you wanted the night to go.

An overwhelming heat builds up in your hips. Kaveh is moaning into you, practically whining as he loses himself in the pleasure of simply eating you out. He’s always loved this part. Receiving or giving, oral is always his favorite form of foreplay. Perhaps it was the simple intimacy of it all, the trust that goes into allowing something so foreign near an intimate area. It takes a lot of trust on both ends. So as you reach down and twist your fingers in his hair, tugging him up to you, he looks so disappointed.

“I wasn’t done- mmmph,” he’s cut off by a kiss, his shakey arms hold himself up as your tongue delves deeply into his mouth, running across his teeth and lips. His eyes stay open as you kiss, watching you as you give him a grin and continue your exploration of his mouth, licking and nipping at his spit covered lips. You lay him down on the sheets once again, settling between his open legs, caressing his soft thighs.

“Such a pretty boy,” you coo at him, causing him to bite down on his bottom lip, blood red lipstick staining his teeth. Kaveh lifts his legs, his feet pretty in the heels as you kiss his ankle, all the way to his knee. And from his knee, to his thigh and then from his thigh, finally his tip. Slowly taking him into your mouth as you pump the rest of him with your hand.

Kaveh sighs before he moans, arching his back to urge you to go deeper, desperately wanting that warm mouth to cover him. You hum, amused at his pushiness and oblige the man, sucking on him a bit harder as his hips tremble. You can feel his muscles tensing up, his movements getting sloppy and then that familiar rush, it fills your mouth and even when you pull him out, his dick still twitches. You lean over his face, tongue out and he meets you, licking into your mouth and moaning at his own taste mixed with your spit. Faint notes of wine remnant in both of your bodies still. His breath is uneven as you two make out. He pulls you further onto the bed and pushes you into the sheets where he can climb on top, sitting on your hips. He walks his fingers up the valley of your chest, admiring the sweat sheened skin. Your breasts, as they rise and fall like two gorgeous mountains. He takes a moment to bury his nose in them.

Before you can become too amused by his side quest, he grabs your legs, pushing them up to his shoulders and you feel the head of his cock rubbing against your slick folds before slowly pushing in. You instinctively clench down, your stomach tightening at the exciting and familiar feeling. Kaveh moans, dropping his head as he begins to move his hips, finding a steady pace to set even as his brain begins to fog.

“Ka-Kaveh, come here-“

He leans down, keeping your legs high around his hips, kissing you as though he’s taking bites. His kisses are sharp and fast, too busy trying to control his movements to put much thought into the kisses. You help him with this, grabbing his face to hold him steady. You mainly wanted a part of him to grab onto before he completely toned out of the world just for the feeling of your insides wrapped around him.

Your arms snake around his neck and he whines into your mouth. Every thrust is met with a squeeze from you. You’ve learned his weaknesses after so many times together, his little sweet spots. The veins on his dick throb when you shift your hips and he hears you louder, chanting his name as you tug on his hair. Golden strands wrapped around your fingers, shining in the warm light of the candle lamps.

How beautiful, you think. You press a kiss to his cheek and that seems to send him. He pushes himself up, sweaty and flushed red. His chest is swollen from all the excitement and the rubbing, making it puff around the corset tied to his waist. Kaveh’s hips drill that one spot for a few more moments before the both of you finish, and he falls on top of you. He pants as he adjusts his face to be buried between your tits, one of his hands idly squeezing one of them.

“Payback,” he murmurs incoherently.

You laugh, playing with his hair as you blink away the white dots. “Real payback would’ve been not letting me come.”

“I’m.. a better person.”

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The blinds are cracked slightly, and streetlight peaks through the otherwise total darkness of the room.

You can hear his soft breathing behind you, feel the warmth of him resting up against you.

His hand, placed on the exposed skin of your thigh, is warm too— and every now and then he shifts, pushing your sleep shorts even higher up. Eventually you think his fingers will reach the crease of your thigh, sensitive skin where leg meets pelvis, and you can already imagine how your stomach will dip at such a fleeting touch.

But unlike you, he is asleep. Soundly so, seemingly just to spite you. You’re wide awake, stimulated by his innocent touches, the way his body gravitates towards you in his sleep, the way his cock twitches in his sleep pants where it’s pressed against your ass.

You felt it harden as he fell deeper and deeper into the arms of sleep. He was soft when he rolled over and got comfortable, only after his breathing had settled did you feel the first twitch.

Pressed firmly against your ass as you spooned, it was all you could feel. Firm and clearly hard, it would move every now and then, jolting away any peace and rest that crept its was to you.

But he is asleep. Soundly so. And you should be too.

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Might…. Write some more Aqua Regia smut… totally not thinking about Neuvillette being willingly tied to a chair to see how much self control he can muster while watching reader be absolutely railed by Wriothesley. Totally not thinking about it. Totally not abandoning my 4502 other wips. Definitely not.

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I’m so high idk if I can read anything but my own shit without getting stressed out fr fr

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all of my work is listed below! thanks for your support ♡ see also my kinktober 2024 masterlist !

→ SERIES ✰

⋆ what you know - sukuna x f!reader [fluff, smut & angst] [college au] [ongoing] ❝ you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. ❞

⋆ shame on me - gojo x vessel f!reader [fluff, smut & angst] [complete ✓] ❝ gojo satoru is the strongest sorcerer. when you come along with power to match his own, his responsibility to the world gets the best of him and his first impression is poor to say the least. when he needs your help, by some miracle you're too kind to deny him. or maybe he's just manipulative enough to convince you. either way, you're stuck training his student, a vessel like you. what could possibly go wrong? ❞

⋆ love & company - sukuna x f!reader [fluff, smut & angst] [non-curse au] [ongoing series of oneshots & etc] ❝ you're beginning to lose hope of ever fixing your bike as the moon rises over the horizon when a man built like a brick wall and covered in tattoos stops to help you out. he's standoffish and his words are cold - but as it turns out the version of him you see is soft. who knew this man could ever become your best friend, let alone something more? ❞

⋆ six degrees of separation - geto x sorcerer gn!reader [angst] [complete ✓ series of oneshots] ❝ life isn't easy on sorcerers, but in the case of suguru geto there stood something beyond being a sorcerer. he could never have imagined the way he would drag you down even in his best effort to keep the both of you afloat. ❞ or- a series of 4 oneshots spanning the length of your complicated relationship with suguru geto.

→ ONESHOTS ✰

⋆ wolf in sheep's clothing - gojo x f!reader [fluff, angst & smut] [werewolf & monster hunter au] ❝ most parents tell their children stories of fake monsters to scare them into staying in bed at night. your father told you stories of real monsters to train you for your career hunting them. it's that career that brings you to a small town reporting disembodied limbs and missing people. it's here that you spend your days flirting with the cute coffee shop owner with stunning blue eyes during the day, while your nights are spent setting traps and preparing silver bullets. of course, life has a funny way of making things complicated, as your day life and night life begin to collide unexpectedly. ❞

⋆ rest in the mourning - heian true form sukuna x f!reader [angst] ❝ sukuna is a god among men, untouchable by mortals. or so you had both thought. as he fades quietly in your arms, sukuna wonders if curses die with regrets. ❞

⋆ worship - toji fushiguro x f!reader [smut] ❝ after a day out you admit an insecurity to your husband and he has every intention of proving to you just how much you have no need to be insecure. he has no shame in just how willing he is to fuck that thought straight out of your head. ❞

⋆ changing of the seasons - shy!nanami x gn!reader [fluff] [college au] ❝ nanami is a man of habit, so when he doesn't show up to class, it worries you. when he changes his style drastically, you're worried, and- wait, is his sweatshirt from the store you were raving about having nice clothes the other day? ❞

→ DRABBLES ✰

⋆ comfort in you - gojo x f!reader [fluff] ❝ in which satoru gojo subconsciously seeks your comfort ❞

⋆ cold floors - gojo x f!reader [fluff] ❝ in which satoru gojo steals your blankets on his birthday ❞

⋆ celebrations - heian true form sukuna x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which ryomen sukuna surprises you on your birthday ❞

⋆ intrusive thoughts - heian true form sukuna x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which ryomen sukuna lets the intrusive thoughts win ❞

⋆ a soft moment - heian true form sukuna x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which ryomen sukuna comforts his queen through anxiety ❞

⋆ itchy - heian true form sukuna x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which ryomen sukuna is itchy ❞

⋆ "never" - toji x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which toji reconsiders his thoughts on marriage ❞

⋆ soulmates - nanami x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which yuji asks nanami how he knew you were soulmates ❞

⋆ to have and to hold - nanami x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which your husband nanami finds you asleep at your desk ❞

⋆ bad guy - choso x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which choso asks if you think he's a good person ❞

→ HEADCANONS ✰

⋆ divorce lawyer!higuruma - higuruma x f!reader [fluff & smut]

⋆ cheesy boyfriend!gojo - gojo x f!reader [fluff & smut]

⋆ colleague!gojo - gojo x gn!reader [fluff]

→ ART ✰

⋆ shin sukuna

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sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

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⚝ DAY 13 — BITING/MARKING

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — dan heng, boothill, phainon, dr ratio

— warnings. — fem! reader, biting/marking, kinda dark, possessive men, doggy/prone bone, lots of spit

⚝ DAN HENG

dan heng kisses you like he's starving, like you're a confession he's never stopped whispering— on his knees, in your throat, between your legs, you felt him wherever you wanted with his lips trailing down your collarbone— softly when his teeth sink in at last, a sudden flash of hunger making you jolt, "don't move now," he breathes, voice low and shaking as his fingers slither down your waist, leaving your skin in tremors.

going further, he bites down harder and makes sure to emphasize the sharpness of his canines, slow bruises blooming like violets on your throat and your chest— because do you get it now? after all, dan heng wanted everyone to see them, no, he needed it for his soul, it's the only way he'll believe this wasn't a dream.

"mine," he whispers, but it sounded more like a prayer turned threat, voice hoarse and splintered as he presses his lips to the curve of your hipbone. he's already inside, throbbing in you, in fact, you're brim full and feel carved open being shaped around him, fuck, and still, he bites, agonizingly sharp, the flat of his teeth sinking in like a man afraid you'll vanish unless he brands you. his fingers tremble where they hold your thigh, not from weakness, but from holding himself back, from the way he's choking on everything he cannot say, everything he's too disciplined to scream out loud.

"don't run from me don't leave me," it's almost like dan heng was begging you while sinking into you further, dagger alike thrusting through the tightness of your hole, breath shaky against your skin, "don't ever leave me like that again," and then another bite, harder this time, cruel and filthy all at once— because you do not belong anywhere but under him, while being full of him, trembling from how much he loved you deeply.

your skin felt flayed open by slick delirium, heat and spit mingling with the ache of every place he sank his teeth into as you moan out his name broken and wet, your thighs twitching around his waist as dan heng, who was usually so quiet, becomes louder and groans when you squeeze him, chest rumbling against yours, biting down on the space beneath your ribs like he wanted to leave something permanent, in fact, like the man wanted you bleeding from it.

⚝ BOOTHILL

"calm don't baby," boothill grins, his sharp fangs already pinching at your throat and glinting white, "not unless you want the whole town to hear how sweet you sound when i ruin you," and then he bites, playful but hard, dragging his teeth along your neck like he's gutting a peach as you feel the marks rising instantly— they're pulsing hot, swollen and shameless on your flesh as your breath leaves you in a shiver when he grinds into you hard, making the bed creak and your nerves spark instantly.

his hips jerk rough against yours, his cock thick and punishing where he splits you open yet all you could focus on was the way he won't ever stop biting you— no matter where, if it was your shoulders, your tits or thighs, his mouth was everywhere.

before you know it, he cums for the first time, thick and heavy— right between your legs like it's nothing, like the mess of him already leaking out of you wasn't enough he had to do it again.

your back arches as it hits hot against the previously dried slick already smeared across your thighs, battering into the raw, glistening ache of you with the slow rub of his cock inside. it all came crushing down on you when you felt his fingers sneak down on you, between your legs, targeting your clit and pinching it between his rough fingertips, filthily matching the rhythm of his hips.

"that's it," he rasps, lips dragging along your lips, voice shredded with the kind of wicked pride only a man like him could wear while ruining you, "all slicked up and still so tight around me, you feel that, sweetheart? feel how you keep squeezing like you don't wanna let go?"

dumb question, correct? because you do, you feel everything and boothill knows, the shaking in your legs when he bottoms out was enough to expose you. truly, you cannot stop clenching around him, cannot stop crying either, boothill just kept marking you up and fucking you through it, believing that if he put enough hickies and bite marks on your body, maybe he'll finally stop going insane.

⚝ PHAINON

phainon's mouth shakes against your shoulder as his bites don't come fast, instead, they build gradually with his teeth dragging softly, teasing you, jaw always tensed and breath held like a man hoping for solace— yet you kept pulling him deeper, kept clenching around him like your cunt's trying to milk him dry and that's when phainon breaks.

he bites, yet it's not gentle.

even so, you won't stop tightening around him, fluttering, spasming— like your body's trying to wring the heat from his spine, desperate to drag him under with you as he shudders at the harsh grip, teeth sinking into your shoulder without grace, without pause— just need, rabid and raw.

phainon devours you endlessly, the sheer force he was using to fuck you into the stained mattress was almost scary, yet you were used to this by now. 

he breathes something ruined into the hollow of your throat when you circle your arms around his neck— no language needed, only sound required— low and passionate and raw, like it's breaking him just to hold back as his arm curls around your body, not gentle but possessive, the other fisted tight in your hair like a man clinging to a single thread of sanity, dragging you closer even when there's nowhere left to go.

the air was thick, cloying with sweat and salt, with the raw scent of skin and sin as your breath catches in hiccuped sobs with your body trembling, helpless under the slow, relentless rhythm of his hips, each push deep and calculated, yet he doesn't care if the room burns down around you, as long as you do not stop taking him.

it's brutal, in fact, every thick push made you feel the stretch in your spine even further, "is that why you're shaking?" phainon breathes, his tongue slick, "poor thing," as you're nodding at him, a stuttering motion as if your body was in utter shock.

it turns him on, seeing you helpless and in awe of him as his mouth drags slow over your skin, biting again, harder— until you flinch underneath his broad body, until your whole flesh attempts to escape on instinct, "don't cry," he hisses, voice gutted, "you asked for this, wanted to be owned, didn't you? feel it now, feel what you did to me."

you do as he commands, yet you're still aching, gushing and full, every thrust feeling like you're being split and stitched up all at once as phainon's tongue flicks over your nipple, afterwards rubbing over it with his teeth.

he marks them up too, obviously, and then your collarbone, later your ribs, fuck, he cannot decide anymore, maybe he'll do it all, right? step by step, inch by inch, he wanted to feel you under his teeth everywhere he could look at, so when he's alone and aching, he'll remember exactly where he belongs.

⚝ DR RATIO

if veritas ever carved the truth out of his chest, stripped it down to bone and nerve, he'd have to confess that he doesn't bite you out of love, instead, he does it so you'll wear him, so it bruises, so it aches, so it sinks in deeper than memory.

well, you could say it's not tenderness— it's compulsion, a mark of possession scalded into flesh with his hunger made visible and undeniable as he bites so there's no forgetting, no pretending, so you never once think you're untouched.

his glove sinks between your shoulder blades like it's been there all your life— like it belongs there, pressing you down with a reverence that felt more like ritual than restraint as his other hand ghosts over your throat— not clenching, not claiming, just resting there, skin to skin, a quiet violence simmering beneath the tenderness as your pulse betrays you— hammering against his palm, fast and fluttering like a creature caught in his cage.

you cannot move— he won't let you, one hand pressing your spine down into the mattress, the other cradling your throat like he's trying to memorize how it jumps under his touch, "tell me if it hurts," he groans, rolling his hips so slow it's brutal, your ass jiggling at the impact so deeply you choke on your own breath, "you'll remember this every time you swallow."

his bite leaves a raw spot on your shoulder, then another once more, it's hot, yes, disgusting? fuck, and intimate too— veritas fucks you like he's trying to erase every inch of untouched skin, "i want you sore tomorrow," he presses his mouth to your shoulder, tongue dragging slow over sweat dampened skin, voice catching on the taste of you, "i want them to see the marks and know you let me do this, begged me to."

and fuck, you did, you are, you're so full your stomach's tight and your brain's fogged and your mouth can't form words anymore— veritas licks one of the bites, then bites again, your pussy clenching around him so hard he grunts out loud, hissing into your skin like he might break if he stops.

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[scaredpigeons]

In love with your writing on Lighter ❤️! Have you considered Lighter being with a partner who's quiet during the deed. It's out of habit not because he's not good (cause he's heavenly) so his partner let's him know and now he's got a goal that he just has to achieve. Now he's gonna fuck his partner so good they'll be babbling mess

C'mon Sugar

MDNI

🍓Biting at the bars of my enclosure. I LOVE LIGHTER LORENZ I LOVE HIM AND HE LOVES ME TOO!!!! Wrote most of this in one sitting and don't want to edit it so... lets hope it's not too messy lol. Enjoy little gay people.

TW: NSFW (MDNI); Overstimulation; lowkey mean dom lighter; not edited

Info: NSFW; Lighter x Reader; Fem bodied reader (no pronouns)

Confidence is key, that's something Lighter lives by. If you don't have confidence, you're not going to be able to get what you need done. Half of his success in life is from his inflated sense of confidence and get-it-done attitude. That same confidence translates to the bedroom, naturally. Lighter knows he's a good fuck, he's been told it plenty by previous partners. However, after being with you a few times, that confidence has started to waver.

In his previous relationships, it was easy to get his partners to moan his name, he almost didn't have to think about it. Just a flick of the tongue or a good angle of his hips and his partners were melting like butter. You though... he can't get you to make any sounds. No matter what he does you're near silent. He knows you enjoy everything he does, but your silence makes him think that maybe he's not as good as he thought he was.

One night, after another annoyingly quiet session, he decides he's had enough of worrying about whether he's treating you right or not. Cleaning you up with care, he levels his gaze on you, smiling when your dazed eyes lock with his own. Your smile is appreciative, a reassurance that he's done well by you, but he still can't stop that gnawing doubt in the back of his mind.

"You enjoy yourself, pumpkin?" He purrs lowly.

A big smile lights up your face, and you look cute, "Always, I dunno why you bother asking."

"Well..." He trails off, almost feeling bad for doubting you, especially when you pout at him.

"Well... what?" You urged, stopping him from cleaning you up until you got your answer from him.

A tired sigh tumbles from his mouth, sitting back on the bed, "Y'know... you're... you're real quiet baby. Sometimes it's hard to tell if you like what 'm doing or not."

"Oh." You say shortly, eyebrows raising in surprise, "Well, you don't have to worry about that. I promise you, you're really good. Like, really really good, I just... I get embarrassed making so much noise."

"Embarrassed...? There's nothing to be embarrassed about, 's just you and me, Sugar." He assures with a stupidly attractive grin.

"I know that, I just don't like hearing myself-"

"Well I do, so we're gonna break you of that habit." He scolds, squeezing your ankle lightly as he reaches down to continue cleaning you up.

You raise an eyebrow at him, positively tickled at the declaration, "How do you intend on doing that? It's just what I'm like, hon. It's not like fucking me harder is gonna force noises out of me."

He chuckles, "You wanna bet?"

"I'd put money on it," You shoot back.

It's only when he levels his heated gaze on you that you realize that challenging him right now wasn't the smartest idea. He was settled between your legs, hands already right where they needed to be, all he had to do was toss the rag to the side and he could have his way with you. Of course, he was too sweet to do that to you, so instead, he quietly asked for permission to prove you wrong. You could see the way his dick was already hardening again, excitement and determination shining in those green eyes you love so much.

While you were confident he would end up disappointed in the end, you couldn't say no to another round. He was good after all, and who would blame you for wanting a little more time on the sheets with your very attractive partner. You bite your lip in a smirk, obliging him with the slight spread of your legs. The way his face lights up is humorous, a big grin wide on his face and eyes crinkling with hardly restrained delight.

He sets the rag carefully on the bedside table, fumbling around with another condom, and then his attention is fully on you. Those sturdy hands grab your hips and tug you down the bed until your lower half is fully resting on his thighs. It's like you weigh nothing with how little effort it takes him to get you where he wants you, hands firm and confident in their movements. He guides your legs up, pressing a soft kiss to the juncture of your knee before settling it on his shoulder.

From this angle, there was no hiding from him. He could see everything, and he had total control over it too. Seems he wasn't going to leave it up to chance, he was going to get you to make noise one way or another. You only hope that he won't be too hurt when he can't, you really don't think you're capable of it. Yet, you can't deny him when he's got such a lovesick look on his face. Eyes raking over every part of you with wild hunger, intent on devouring all he can get out of you.

You swallow when his hands come down to rub himself across your wetness, the sensitivity from your earlier session still there. He glided across your folds like nothing, sighing to himself as he worked himself back to attention against you. You enjoy the sight of his member slowly hardening more than you'd like to admit, watching the tip grow more and more red with each shallow thrust of his hips. When he is fully hard again, he stops himself - despite clearly not wanting to - dipping his fingers down into your slick.

You tense at the sensation, which is gone as fast as it comes. Lighter holding his fingers up to the thin crack of moonlight through the window and watching them glimmer. He seems mesmerized as he splits them apart, watching until the thin string of you snaps. The smile that spreads on his face is downright sinful, and it makes you throb in need when he turns it to you.

"Still so wet," He purrs, "Don't worry, we'll put it to good use."

With that declaration, his hands return to grab himself and carefully ease his member back inside. Your plush walls suck him in, having spent the past few hours being molded into his shape, desperate to return to their proper place around him. You take deep breaths, keeping yourself grounded by fisting the bedsheets into your tight grip. He was still ridiculously big, even after having him in you earlier, and you could feel each inch fill you up to the hilt. If you hadn't already been dripping, he might've torn you apart at the seams then and there.

He is aware enough, despite his excitement, to give you a second to calm down. Rough hands rubbing over the tops of your thighs and dips of your hips with love, easing you into relaxation. Only when you stop trying to choke him out with your pussy does he give a tentative thrust. The movement doesn't hurt, though it's quite a bit more... pleasurable from your overstimulation. You give him a tentative nod, which he returns as he readies himself.

You stare at him in confusion when he grabs your hips again, readjusting the angle at which they meet his. Your back arches awkwardly like this, but your pussy is flush against him now. He gives you another look, asking for approval, and when you nod again he hits you with it all at once. His hands practically pick you up and slam you down into him, bodies meeting in a loud wet slap. Then again, and again, and again over and over, nonstop.

Each thrust is deliberate and aimed right at your G-spot, dragging himself against it with purpose. Your poor overstimulated pussy clenches around him, desperate for more but unable to handle what he gives. You can feel each drag of his dick like it's carving itself into you, leaving a crater where it can make itself home whenever Lighter pleases. His veins only make the feeling better, dragging against particularly sensitive parts of you, making you dizzy.

The earlier fuck he gave you is partially to blame for why you're so lightheaded right now, body is already used and exhausted by him. The other half is because he's just so good at taking care of you. He knows just want gets you going, you don't think you need to make noise for him to know that. Not when your eyes flutter to the back of your skull with each thrust. Not when you're trying your very best to milk another orgasm out of him just as quickly as he was you.

The build of your orgasm isn't slow, it is fast and painful, ripping through your body like a gunshot, burning in your veins. Every inch of you is alight with white-hot pleasure as lighter fucks you through it. Your mouth drops open sighs on the edge of your lips. You hear a 'that's it', and your jaw snaps shut in embarrassment before anything can come out. Swallowing down your moan before it can bubble up.

That was not the right move.

Instead of slowing like he normally might, easing you through your orgasm with gentleness, he picks up the pace. Leaning over so you are practically bent in half beneath him, and pressing his face as close to yours as he can, watching you with angry determination.

He pulls himself all the way out, then slams his hips down into yours again. Brutal, harsh, relentless in the way he fucks you now. You spasm around him, body not sure what to do with the overwhelming pleasure it was undergoing. Your eyes look to him like he'll have the answers, but you are only met with that burning desire eating up your reaction. His hands squeeze your hips as if begging you to give him what you want, like a peace offering. It can end anytime you want, but you still can't find it in you to get a sound out with him watching you like that.

So he doesn't stop. He fucks you hard and fast into the sheets, the bedframe slamming into the wall. The wet smacking of skin against skin bouncing off the walls and through your head made it hard to focus on anything other than what was happening to your body. Pussy welcomes each thrust with wild fluttering while your brain and limbs scream at you to stop. You feel your next orgasm build faster than the last one, shattering you into a million pieces as you clench your teeth tight to keep your noises in.

Lighter's smarter this time, though prying your lips apart with his fingers and wedging them between your teeth so you can't close your mouth, ignoring how you bite at them. Embarrassment washes over you at the same time your orgasm does, and you shake your head at him, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet this time. The frown on his face nearly breaks your heart, pressing his forehead to yours in desperation.

"C'mon sugar, just gimme one," He pleads, voice broken and shaky like he might cry, "one little sound, 's all I need. Please? Fer me?"

The whine that rips through your throat surprises both of you, rumbling in your chest and straight to his cock. That one sound was all it took for the wave to come out, sobbing out the overwhelming pleasure taking over your core. Babbling of 'Lighter' and 'please' and 'n' more, can't take it' spills out of you in succession. Incoherent and messy, sounding like a complete moron, but Lighter grins like he's won the lottery. Encouraging you to keep going, holding your jaw open with his thumb while the other hand steadied himself against the bed so he could bully his cock into you.

He fucks you into another orgasm until you are screaming his name so loud the entirety of the outback might've heard you. You are lightheaded when he finally cums, voice raspy and throat aching. Thoroughly fucked stupid when he pulls out and starts to clean you up again. Despite how foggy your head is, you still have it in you to pout when you spot a self satisfied smirk on his face. Giving him a light kick to his shoulder as he tosses the used condom into the trash. He turns to you with a proud smile.

"Are you happy now?" You ask, voice practically gone from its use.

He leans down to kiss you again, "Baby, I'm never gonna get enough of that now."

You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. While you wouldn't admit it right now, far too tired to deal with his smugness, you had to agree. Maybe next time you'd give him what he wants without the fight. Maybe.