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So there's this drama CD where Yuuji's VA is your cute boyfriend who turns out to be a sadist in bed and listening to this made me realize that if he didn't get to voice yuuji in the show, he would've been great as Mahito too LMFAO 💀

A quick translation:

“Now, now... That's not good. You cummed right after I told you not to, didn't you? You couldn't hold it? What a bad girl. It's settled then. You'll be punished."

“I will keep fucking you like this, so accept everything.”

“Hahahaha…. You're so wet, it feels so good!”

“That's right, get crazier. Cry even more!”

“I won’t stop even if you say so. It feels so fucking good, I can't stop."

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an underrated kink is corruption. i want to make you worse. i love to coax it all out of you and make you admit how hot you really think it is. don’t worry, no one’s going to find out. no one’s going to judge you. it’s okay, you don’t have to fight it anymore. just let it get to you. you need this.

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picture scaramouche bent over, hands tied behind his back, face pressed to a coffee table with you holding him from behind

tw: cursing, cnc, praise, humiliation, dom reader, unhealthy use of ellipses; (amab reader), 18+

you rub your glistening cock between scaramouche's spread asscheeks, almost moaning from the view alone. your precum is already leaking into the cracks, moistening them prettily.

"fuck, scara… what did i tell you, huh?" a sharp slap resounds, and scaramouche's right cheek immediately starts turning pinkish. the boy grits his teeth.

"go to hell you fucking psycho."

"mhhh…" your thumbs leave little indents in the supple skin of his ass. between them, a throbbing hole clenches nervously. "a psycho, am i."

scaramouche moans as you push the tip past the rim. you're sure he didn't mean to, but it still escaped his lips. slowly, you push just the tip in and out, watching intently as the skin spreads around the gland, swallowing it greedily.

"you stretch so beautifully, scara," you coo, a soft blush on your face. "so incredibly beautiful"

"stop— stop looking!" scaramouche growls. "it's—" he gasps loudly when the tip enters him yet again, face already red from all the blood gathering in his head.

"it's what, scara..."

"it's— ugly…"

at this, you click your tongue and stop. "ugly?"

scaramouche becomes angry, deflecting from his quickly rising shame. "yes, ugly. seriously, stop with this stupid game you're playing, i don't need you to act like you're into th—"

you thrust into him, deep and hard. scaramouche's words are lost in a strangled gurgle as his eyes roll back.

"it seems i need to fuck that thought out of you."

with one roll of your hands, you shorten the rope connected to his tied wrists, tugging them upwards. slowly, you start to roll your hips back, watching as the rim catches and slides over your cock. you moan. "aah, scara… you look so, so pretty like this"

"fuck… you… ngh— a-aahn…"

you breathe heavily. "fuck. fuck, scara. you take me so well. look at you, moaning like a slut..."

"shut— shut up. fuck. i'll kill you. i swear i'll fucking kill y— MGH!" you slam back into him. any further protest is drowned by the sound of thighs hitting flesh in sharp slaps as you start pounding into him. harder and harder you thrust back inside, needing to reach deeper, faster, harder.

it doesn't take long for scaramouche to lose his composure. on the surface of the coffee table, he rolls his head almost limply to the side. his eyes are blurry with pleasure, but still he tries to look at you out of the corner of his eye - to make you see exactly what you are doing to him.

you breathe a laugh, panting hard. under scaramouche's mouth, a steadily growing puddle of drool forms. he twitches, legs giving in.

you grab his hips so hard his skin will certainly bruise. scaramouche is not yet allowed to stop taking you. you stare and stare, fucking him until the world starts to tilt, until your cock feels numb from sheer pleasure, until you start twitching so hard that it's visible on the front of scaramouche's stomach—

you cum hard, gasping for air. white stars form in your vision, and you can feel your hands tremble on his soft skin.

"haha…" you laugh, out of breath. under you, scaramouche whimpers quietly.

after a moment, you pull out slowly. a thick line of cum connects the tip of your still slightly twitching cock with scaramouche's warm, fluttering hole. "ahh… fuck. my cum… hahaha… deep… deep inside you…"

scaramouche lets out another whine. his hole clenches before releasing a white drop of liquid. he whimpers, trying to say something.

"mh?" you ask, using your thumb to smear the droplet around the throbbing hole. "speak up, scara…"

amidst his wordless whimpers, you push your thumb inside and laugh again, feeling scaramouche milking it powerlessly.

"i wonder when you came…"

"mmglh…" scaramouche answers. when something warm touches his freely leaking cock, he flinches lightly. a moan tumbles over his lips. with the palm of your hand, you rub the tip of his soft erection.

"or rather… how many times." scaramouche's eyes slowly roll backwards. with a grin, you raise your hand back up and glide your tongue over the palm, humming appreciatively at the taste. "yum ~"

"no…more…" scaramouche finally breathes. "can't…" your arm slings around his belly. with ease, you lift him up. "ahn—"

"no more? no more, scara?"

"no... more..."

"but baby..." you place a soft kiss on his temple.

"we were just getting started."

[formatting shamelessly stolen from scara smut writer @hanxku]

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nsfw ahead !

⋆⭒˚꩜ MORNING SEX ; DAZAI OSAMU ⋆⭒˚꩜

contents: clit rubbing, p in v, some cockwarming in the end

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it had been such a long time since you could sleep in your own house, in your own bed. between missions and overnight hours with the ADA, you (and everyone else) felt like a walking zombie.

so the day you all walked into the office and were told “we have no alerts today. go home and rest” you thought fukuzawa was joking. the one who took the news the best out of all the members was, of course, dazai.

“ahh finally! we worked so hard!” and of course that got kunikida worked up, shouting at dazai for 5 minutes before letting him off the hook.

you didn’t bother. even though dazai was your boyfriend, you knew damn well he did everything and anything to escape work. sure, he always had some genius plan nobody could foresee, one that always changed the game and turned the tables, making the ADA victorious. but if there was something dazai loved was getting on everyone’s nerves. so it was no surprise when, after being let go for the day, he decided the best bed to sleep in was yours, not his.

now usually you wouldn’t have minded. you and dazai practically lived together at that point. but he had a habit of not sleeping which resulted in him annoying you about how he wants to do something, anything, just so he can be entertained. you were terrified of the thought of him wanting to keep you up talking about some bullshit gossip from the office because you definitely needed sleep. but really, who could shake off dazai’s intent? before you even opened your mouth he had entered your apartment.

wait. where did he get a key to your apartment from? oh well.

you were too tired to think about anything. which dazai noticed, with the way you ran to the bedroom and slid under the covers without even bothering to slip into your pyjamas “you’re gonna sleep? with such a handsome man in your house?” dazai dramatically asks as he pokes at your cheek “hey. i’m talking to you”

“either get in or get out” you hiss as you slap his hand away, burying your face in your pillow.

“ouch! feisty!” dazai smiles cheekily as you raise an eyebrow at him “well.. if you insist” he grins before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding in next to you. his arm goes to your waist, pulling your back against his chest as he places a kiss on your shoulder.

“you need to change these” you say, half asleep, as your hands fiddle with his bandages.

“mhm. i know” he whispers into your hair as he kisses the back of your ear. he slides the hand you were holding under your shirt and drags it up your bare skin, fingers tapping at the cup of your bra “isn’t this uncomfortable?”

“you just want to fiddle with my boobs, osamu” he chuckles against the back of your neck.

“why do you always downplay my genuine concern?” you roll your eyes.

“you always have an ulterior motive”

“maybe i just care for my girl”

“shut up and let me sleep”

your eyelids shift open slightly as you feel the sun hit them. you yawn. the opened window lets in some much-needed fresh air. there’s some soft snoring behind you. you rub your eyes and blink before turning around to the sight of dazai sleeping soundly on his back, book open on his chest.

you pick up the book, putting a reading mark between its pages so he doesn’t forget the chapter he is on. the movement makes him shift, opening his eyes to meet yours “sorry. was just trying to get your book away” you whisper as the corners of his mouth raise into a smirk.

“stealing from me? how rude” you sigh as you roll your eyes. dazai was physically incapable of being serious. or not annoying.

“yes, that’s exactly what i was doing, osamu” he chuckles as he rolls over on his side, now facing you. his hand touches your waist, cold and long fingers tracing patterns on the skin of your hip.

“morning” he whispers softly, lips pressing to your temple as you close your eyes and hum. you start playing with his fingers, your warm hands clashing with his cold ones “you’re looking exceptionally good this morning, my love” you roll your eyes at the comment.

“stop flirting with me. i’m still upset with you” you sigh as dazai responds with the most dramatic reaction he had in store at that hour of morning — a dazai appropriate reaction, after all. slapping a hand to his mouth, he gasps loudly before burying his face into your neck.

“stop flirting?! but, bella, how could i do that with such a beautiful woman next to me? in my bed at that. that would be most peculiar of me” he states, making you squint your eyes. you were not awake enough for his bullshit.

“god, shut up” you groan, turning to the side and trying to ignore your boyfriend, who unfortunately for you is stuck to your waist, not intending to move. you could tell well enough what his intentions were with the way he was cozying up to you and were determined not to give in.

“come on, beautiful.. won’t you let me make it up to you?” yeah, that wasn’t going to work. your whole plan shattered as you felt heat rise between your legs, alongside a touchy hand of dazai’s. he pressed soft kisses to the back of your ear, giggling like a schoolboy as he pulled your pants down, knowing well enough that you were not going to interject.

“i really hate you sometimes” you grit your teeth as dazai pulls your panties to the side and stops to whisper in your ear, ignoring the wet patch of slick on your laced panties.

“do you now? ask me to stop and i will” you knew he would stop if you asked to. you also knew you weren’t going to tell him to stop. so did he. but he was also not going to do anything until he got verbal confirmation that he could proceed. you groaned into the pillow as you shamefully expressed your desire.

“don’t stop..” you can feel him grinning against your back, lips trailing from the side of your face, along your jaw and down your neck, reaching your shoulder. his hands drew circles to your thighs, long fingers dancing on your tender skin.

“promise you’ll forgive me if i fuck you good?” dazai purrs into your ear. you roll your eyes, attempting to reconsider. “come on. you know you want it”

“fine. i promise. just.. get to it” you tried to hide the undertone of desperation as dazai slid his pyjama pants off, taking his half-hard dick into his hands and stroking it lazily. sleep was still evident on his features, though you were relieved he actually got a few hours in.

dazai holds onto your hips, positioning his cock between your thighs and starting to move slowly, rubbing his length across your clit and pussy lips. your breathing hitches at the agonising sensation. as much as you knew he was tired you prayed he stopped teasing you and started fucking you instead.

“you smell so good” dazai’s voice slurs as he buries his face in your neck and hair, biting into your soft flesh so he can hear those pretty sounds that he adored come out of your mouth.

“stop teasing, osamu..” you whisper as you watch his tip appear and disappear between your thighs. a yawn is heard behind you as the brown-haired man wraps an arm around your waist, positioning himself at your entrance with the other.

“whatever my love wants” he murmurs before sliding in your dripping cunt, a throaty groan leaving his mouth. you were so warm, so wet, so fucking perfect. dazai would gladly die right now if it meant he would be passing away buried deep inside of your pussy.

slowly but surely he builds up his pace as your moans get muffled by the pillow under you “is this okay?" he inquires about his pace, the way his hips move, and the reach he has as he fucks into you. you sigh in approval, hair frizzing up against the pillows.

"need you..." he knows well enough what you mean. still, he'll make you ask for it.

"i'm right here, gorgeous" his tone is amused as he slides two fingers between your thighs so he can circle your aroused clit "not going anywhere"

"osamu!..." your moans halt him for a second, breath catching in his throat at how needy you sound. he rolls his hips upwards, his fingers grazing at your sweet spot in the same rhythm as his cock. your face is dewy with sweat, lips plump and damp as you let out a beautiful string of moans. every touch of dazai's makes you squeeze around him.

“fuck, bella… trying to snap my dick off?” dazai muses, lips painting invisible marks of adoration into your flesh. you let out a hazy giggle as you part your legs even more just so he can reach better in between your legs. the sight of his dick disappearing into your sweet hole makes dazai's head spin, his voice pitch rising as he nears his orgasm.

"gonna fill you up... shit" he groans against your ear as you grip at the sheets, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. he removes his hand from your clit, guiding your chin back and kissing the corner of your mouth. your lips hang low, awaiting another and, eager to satisfy his girl, dazai raises himself slightly so he can fully press his lips on top of yours.

your eyes roll back, your toes curl and your back arches as dazai presses his fingers into the skin of your waist, filling you up with a groan. with a hand between your legs, you follow suit shortly after, pulling away from each other panting, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

"mh.. love you" dazai's tired face melts against yours, eyes closing as he cuddles up to you. you reply by burying your face in his hair, inhaling its scent "can i leave it in?" he asks, voice above a whisper, making you smile.

"yeah" you whisper back fingers tangling themselves in his brown curls as you feel your eyelids getting heavy. you thanked the lord you didn't have work that day because it would be hard to pull away from dazai after this. not that you necessarily complained, of course.

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Kinktober Day 28: Dry Humping

Pairings: Kazutora x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom!reader, sub!Kazutora, clothed humping/grinding, praise, public play, exhibitionism

Prompt List by: starsandskies 🧡

The train screeched to a halt, stopping right in front of you before its doors slid open to allow another wave of passengers inside. You and Kazutora swiftly stepped off of the platform and boarded, your hands intertwined the entire time so that you wouldn't get separated amongst the large crowd in the station

There were always far too many people during rush hours. Whether you were traveling to work in the morning or catching the last ride home, you always ended up surrounded by countless others on their own commutes. Even on the weekends you couldn't catch a break. Even on a day such as today, the trains were filled up to their limits with people. The two of you were packed like sardines along with the rest of them, pushed up against the window while you traveled to your destination

“Well, at least we got the window seat, eh?” You tried to make light of your situation with your boyfriend, giving him a sheepish smile. While you were a little uncomfortable due to the confined space, the view outside was pretty nice. The city was currently preparing for an autumn festival, so not only did you have the beauty of the trees changing colour, you also had gorgeous decorations on every street and all over the local park

“Mhm. It's so pretty this time of year.” Kazutora stared out the window as he eyed all of the festivities that you would get to partake in soon enough. Already daydreaming about your upcoming date

“Mm, not as pretty as you though.” You said almost under your breath. Kazutora turned towards you with a light blush dusting his cheeks, realizing that you were staring at him rather than the view outside. You leaned over a bit to rest your head on top of his, kissing the crown and nuzzling his hair playfully. Giving his hand a little squeeze while he leaned into your touch, the two of you simply enjoying the ride even if it was a bit bumpy

This peace was soon interrupted by another stop, allowing just a few more people on the train. Just enough so that you had to move behind Kazutora to allow space for the others, pressing him up against the glass completely. “Agh- S-sorry, Tora...you good?” Concern laced into your tone as you tried to push back against the crowd so that you weren't crushing your poor boyfriend...

“F-fine...ow...” He winced with hands bracing himself against the window. In this new position, his ass was pressed against your groin and every bump of the ride caused him to rub against you. This caused you to grow aroused pretty quickly, especially with your arms caging him in dominantly. You bit your lip and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Hey...can you feel that?”

Kazutora whined at your question, very much able to feel your hard-on pressing up against his ass. “Yes...” The little bit of friction from every small movement built up his own arousal, deepening the blush on his face and nearly causing him to moan with a particular thrust. He had to clamp a hand over his own mouth to prevent any indecent noises from alerting the other passengers to your...ahem... predicament

A deep groan right into his ear made his eyes squeeze shut as Kazutora felt his dick twitch in his pants, involuntarily grinding back on your own member currently poking him. Though it was crowded as all hell, this was the perfect position for you to do anything. Both of you were facing away from the crowd so that your expressions would be hidden and your noises were pointed away from them. You had just enough room to grind against your boyfriend without obviously hitting anyone else around, and you wouldn't even have to move that much with all of the bumps and rattling from the train. If you really wanted to, you could so easily hump Kazutora and maybe even rub him through his pants without getting caught

So that was exactly what your plan was. Starting out by moving one hand down to his hip and pulling him back while your own hips pushed forward. The action elicited a drawn out whine from the poor man, and earning another one once you began thrusting roughly. “Shhh, don't let them hear you, love. ” You breathed down Kazutora's neck, pressing a wet kiss to the flushed skin while your cock throbbed against him, causing a growl to escape from your throat

With shaky breath, Kazutora tried to protest, “W-wait y/n... we'll get caught–” A thumb rubbing against his bottom lip shut him up rather quickly, as did another kiss to his neck. His eyes fluttered closed from your wordless persuasion as a wave of want washed over him. Kazutora glanced to either side before taking a deep breath, grinding back against you to match your movements and bring you both more pleasure

A satisfied grin spread across your face while you watched Kazutora's hands ball into fists against the glass, probably biting his lower lip as more moans threatened to escape. His pretty hips jerked forward when he felt your hand slide down the front of his pants, palming him through the fabric as he humped your hand desperately. “You know...if the train stops again, all of the people at the station would see you like this– ” You teased, sucking little hickeys onto his exposed skin. “The people would see your fucked out face while I stroke you...while I hump you and make you cum in front of them. ”

Pure embarrassment washed over Kazutora's features as you continued teasing him, thrusting against him sharply to punctuate your words. His mouth fell open as his climax approached, panting and throwing his head back against your chest. Misty golden eyes blinked up at you as he stuttered out, “G-going to....c-cum...please- ”

Chuckling at how cute Kazutora looked right now, you rubbed his dick faster and humped his ass harder until his body stiffened against yours. Swiftly clamping one hand over his mouth before his lewd moans could draw any attention to either of you, your other hand snaking up to his waist while his body convulsed. His nails nearly broke the skin on your arms from how hard he dug into them, his orgasm hitting hard enough for his eyes to roll all the way back

“Shhh, good boy. Ride it out, deep breaths.” You soothed, uncovering his mouth to card your fingers through his hair and smoothing out his ponytail before anyone noticed how messy it looked. Kazutora giggled when you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, still catching his breath after such an intense orgasm. He stayed in this position until the train pulled into the next station, smiling while you held him close and whispered an ‘I love you’

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men are so quick to blame the gods

ryomen sukuna x reader summary: your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper, leaving you to form an unlikely relationship with the curse occupying his body during the late hours of the night. w/c: 2.6k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst/fluff. aged up!yuuji. sa is mentioned but it's pretty much just sukuna saying he doesn't condone it. heavy kissing. obvi features yuuji x reader but it's not at all the focus. cursing. sukuna calls you kitten. i'd like to think he's not too ooc in this but im probably delusional. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: am i rehabbing our handsome vicious psychopath? yes<3 loosely inspired by this post (features manga spoilers) of him being v beautiful and poetic masterlist

humans have always irritated the king of curses— pathetic little vermin scurrying around, utterly oblivious to their own weakness.

so it came as quite a shock to him when he awoke after over a millenia, only to find himself trapped inside the body of some teenaged brat.

nearly 6 years later and he's positive there isn't a person he despises more in the universe. not even the cocky six eyes wielder can elicit sukuna's fury the way itadori yuuji so easily does.

that's why he resolved early on to kill his vessel's pretty little girlfriend, an act he hopes might satiate his spite. he's positive nothing would devastate yuuji more.

luckily for you, life has a funny way of working.

you and yuuji are standing at an intersection in the city, the pink-haired man staring at his phone as he tries to piece together the directions to a new sushi restaurant you've been wanting to try.

when the pedestrian sign on the other side of the street blinks, you step out onto the pavement without checking for oncoming traffic.

"what the-" yuuji's confused voice fills your ears just as a rough hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward violently.

a car barrels through the spot you'd just been standing, the driver clearly not paying attention to the traffic signal. you look back just in time to see harsh black marks fading from your boyfriend's arm, though the rest of his body has seemingly remained unblemished.

it's an odd sensation for yuuji, as he's never lost control to sukuna in such a manner. he doesn't dwell on it long though, as anger blossoms in his chest.

"do not touch her," he scolds the curse occupying his body.

a mouth appears on his cheek and scoffs. "sure. i'll just let her die next time."

"thanks sukuna," you interject before yuuji can retaliate. "i, uh, appreciate it."

he grumbles something incomprehensible, his mouth quickly disappearing. your boyfriend looks at you bemused, but you only shrug. the fact that yuuji had lost control to sukuna doesn't make you feel nervous or threatened. you're grateful that he kept you from being run over, albeit a bit surprised.

as you continue your walk to the the sushi restaurant, you find yourself not quite able to meet yuuji's eye because... well... you haven't exactly been forthright regarding your relationship with the king of curses.

the first night it happens, you're laying in bed eagerly finishing the final volume of a manga you've been reading. yuuji is fast asleep and has been for hours, though you're used to being the night owl in the relationship.

you keep wiping at your eyes, the cheerful ending tugging at your heartstrings and tying the story together in a beautiful way.

"can you stop with your incessant sniveling? this idiot's brain is so rarely quiet and you're ruining it."

you look over to see the eye beneath your boyfriend's is open, staring at you scornfully.

"can you fuck off?" your tone is obviously meant to mock him. "i'm finishing one of my favorite mangas and you're ruining it."

"need i remind you of your place, brat?" he sneers. "it's dreadfully wretched, crying because you don't like the ending to some stupid story."

"since you're so clearly invested, i'll have you know i'm crying because i do like it."

"..and here i thought you couldn't get any more pathetic."

your eye twitches in annoyance. "just because you're mad about being stuck in 'some idiot human's body' doesn't mean you have to go around projecting your feelings of inadequacy onto other people."

you move your hand to cover the mouth on your boyfriend's cheek before sukuna can respond, hissing out in pain just a moment later.

"oh my god, you actually bit me." you inspect the teethmarks on your palm in disbelief.

"just wait until i win control of this body— the punishment you deserve for such insolence. you'd better hope you're miles away, but even then—"

"holy shit, enough already. i'll go to sleep. enjoy your peace and quiet," you growl angrily, flipping off the lamp and turning away from him. for some reason, you still find yourself grumbling, "good night."

sukuna's eye widens before promptly closing, the silence hanging in the air heavily. it's the longest conversation he's had in years and the first casual pleasantry he's heard in a millenia. he tries to feel satisfied that he got what he wanted in the end, before returning to his quiet solitude.

over the next few months, your late nights are graced somewhat frequently by the king of curses. he mainly complains— the friends you hung out with earlier were annoying, the tv's too loud, it took yuuji twenty minutes to exorcise a curse that sukuna could have dealt with in seconds.

it doesn't bother you nearly as much anymore and he's no longer able to get under your skin like he did that first night. it seems as if he's losing his touch, or perhaps he just isn't trying as hard.

it's around one in the morning, a book resting in your lap while your boyfriend snores softly beside you. sukuna's eye pops open, peering over at the text. "you're reading homer?"

your body jerks, startled by his sudden question, but you recover soon thereafter. "yeah, were you two friends or something?"

"no, you fool," he derides. "he lived far before my time."

though you don't comment on it, you find it amusing that your sarcasm had gone over his head. "oh, you're right. how silly of me to think you had friends."

"such profound witticism. i can hardly contain myself."

you sneak a glance over to find he's narrowed his eye at you and you actually giggle. "sorry."

it doesn't dawn on you how bizarre the interaction is, but sukuna abruptly realizes that something feels different. not once before tonight had he made you laugh.

he pushes the thought from his mind. "i did, however, indulge in his works during the heian period."

"really?" you perk up. it's not often you give him your full attention. "what'd you think?"

"i suppose i liked him well enough. one of my favorite lines comes from the poem you're reading."

you motion your hand for him to continue. "well don't be shy. i'm sitting here with bated breath."

he rolls his eye, but speaks nonetheless.

"men are so quick to blame the gods— they say that we devise their misery..." you realize for the first time how gruff his voice is, the deep reverberations sending a shudder down your spine. "but they themselves, in their depravity, design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns."

his eye flickers between each of yours before you look back to your book, fiddling with the corner of the page. you're suddenly feeling rather shy. "does that mean you think humans are even crueler than you?"

he muses over your question briefly.

"if i recounted how men would flee the villages i burned, leaving their families behind in a selfish attempt to save themselves.. who would you find more revolting?

you swallow nervously. "i.. i don't know."

"what if i told you of the men who would eagerly offer their wives and daughters to me, hoping i'd spare them.. who would you deem more wicked?"

you're so busy avoiding his gaze that you don't see the way he carefully regards you. a question you're unsure you want the answer to tumbles from your lips before you can stop it. "did you accept? the.. the husbands' offers—"

"no," he responds. "i have little interest in unwilling partners."

"oh. well that's, um, good."

he hums in response, leaving you to process everything he's told you.

"you should stop," you blurt out after some time passes.

"stop what?"

"being nice to me." you wouldn't normally consider discussing literature then reminiscing about the egregious stories of his past life particularly kind, but then again, it is sukuna you're speaking with. "it's weird."

he rolls his eye again. "you're hardly in any position to be giving me orders, you insufferable brat."

"see? that's much better."

"why are you crying?" his tone is even, conveying neither annoyance or concern. truthfully, he has no idea what compelled him to ask in the first place.

you don't answer, hoping he'll leave you alone. you really don't have it in you tonight, even if sukuna's been much more tolerable recently. it's been weeks since you finished reading homer's epic poem.

the moon is already setting and it's just a few days before your date at the sushi restaurant.

when you sniffle again, he calls your name. you don't register that he doesn't say brat or idiot. it's the first time he's used your actual name.

"w-what do you want?"

"i seem to recall asking you a question."

you're laying on your side, facing away from yuuji and by extension, sukuna.

"i'm not crying," you declare.

sukuna briefly wonders why he's stuck dealing with you while yuuji sleeps, but his inward 'annoyance' is half hearted. "you're an awful liar."

you exhale and turn to look at him. the only light in the room is coming from the tv, but it's enough that he can see you clearly. "sometimes.. i can't help but worry about the execution."

yuuji has told you countless times that gojo has a plan, that he won't let anything happen, but you know what the higher ups are capable of.

and while it's down right shameful, you know that much, it's not only your boyfriend you worry about these days. sukuna's become so commonplace in your life, you almost look forward to talking with him at night.

"the thought of losing yuuji... of losing.. you.. it scares me," you murmur.

your words stir up feelings he's never once experienced and it's confusing to him. "i'd have figured you'd at least be pleased to be rid of me."

"well, i-i kind of thought we were friends now," you share without thinking.

"don't flatter yourself."

he regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth and the guilt he feels as he watches your face fall is unbecoming of a being so powerful. you apologize meekly, shifting (too late) to hide your hurt.

he can't remember a moment in which he's hated being trapped in his vessel's god forsaken body more. he wants to reach out to you, even if the idea feels entirely foreign to him.

but he can't, so he just sighs. "if you think i'm going to let a few feebleminded sorcerers execute me and the brat, you're even more foolish than i thought."

you peer at him, the smallest smile gracing your lips when you realize that was as close to an apology as sukuna would probably ever get.

"promise?"

for fuck's sake. he feels utterly pathetic. completely deplorable. laughable, even—

"yes," he states impassively. "now go to sleep."

"okay." your smile is just a little wider as your fingertips brush the spot below his eye and above his mouth. you wonder if he can even feel it. "good night, sukuna."

"...night, brat."

less than a week after sukuna saves your life at the intersection, yuuji kisses you goodbye as he heads out to a mission. he assures you he'll be early tonight, as he only has to exorcise a semi-grade one cursed spirit in roppongi.

though things don't go quite as planned because in addition to the semi-grade, he finds himself standing before two special grades. he manages to defeat one of the special grades, but the other two leave him badly hurt, his breathing labored.

he has to beg sukuna to switch out with him. the king of curses hasn't forgotten his promise to you and he's no fool— it's clear this is an ambush by the higher ups— but he'll be damned if he wasn't going to have a little fun with the brat first.

he makes quick work of the curses, each of them going rigid with fear as soon as he appears, and it soon becomes apparent that yuuji is too weakened to take back control of his body just yet.

at last, sukuna has his long yearned for freedom and a new world at his fingertips, but there's just one problem... all he wants to do is find you.

when the lock to your apartment clicks, your eyes shift to the door, an excited grin on your face. you can't hide your shock when it isn't your boyfriend that steps inside.

you don't say anything at first, simply following his frame across the room as he approaches you. he leans against the wall a few feet way from where you're sitting on the couch, folding his arms across his chest.

"seems your concerns about the execution weren't unwarranted."

"w-what?!" you exclaim, rising to your feet and taking a step toward him. "what happened?"

he relays what happened, emphasizing how 'unimpressive' yuuji's power was and how 'terribly simple' it was for him to finish the job his vessel couldn't.

you narrow your eyes at him, only half joking when you ask, "what are you doing here, then? shouldn't you be off pillaging tokyo or something?"

he chuckles. "such a dark mind you have. it wounds me to hear you assuming the worst."

you bite your lip to hide your smile. "just figured it'd save time."

he closes the space between you and though you can feel the heat radiating from his body, you don't shy away from him. instead, your eyes trail over the dark lines adorning his face and chest.

he reaches up and your breath catches in your throat when the back of his fingers ghost over your neck. his nails graze your skin and a sly smirk forms on his face. "aren't you frightened? it'd be all too easy to kill a little thing like you."

"but you won't."

he can't tell if your assuredness pisses him off, but it certainly makes his heart rate pick up. his hand now occupies the space where your neck meets your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "what has you so convinced?"

"well you saved me, didn't you? and.. and you kept your promise."

he hums in response and your hand seems to act of its own accord when it reaches up to rest atop his. any lingering sense of amusement is gone in an instant, the air now fraught with tension.

"so why are you here, sukuna?" you murmur.

the king of curses has never known goodness. he's wrought untold destruction and misery, his name inspiring fear even after millenia. he's a legend— a god, even— yet here you are staring up at him and he swears the look in your eyes is almost tender.

"i don't know."

"and you had the nerve to call me an awful liar."

you know you're taking a risk when you lean up and press your lips to his. he freezes for a moment before his mouth begins to move against yours tentatively. his arm stays at his side, so you grab his hand, moving it to your waist.

it's as if that flips a switch in sukuna. he backs you up against the wall somewhat roughly and you can feel him smile against your lips when you let out a squeak of surprise.

he uses the opportunity to take your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it before moving to your neck with the intention of leaving a trail of marks across your delicate flesh.

you know you should care, but you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. you're too preoccupied with the feeling. he revels in the little gasps he's pulling from your throat, in the way you grab weakly at his biceps.

"you are divine, kitten," he growls. "been waiting so long to touch you."

just as he finishes speaking, he pulls away from you and his body stiffens.

"damn it. not now, you stupid brat—"

the words die in his throat as the black lines begin to fade and you're met with the perplexed face of your boyfriend. he breaths out your name, clearly worried. "what.. what happened?"

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𝒲𝐻𝒪’𝒮 ~ 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 ~ 𝒟𝒜𝒟𝒟𝒴

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: hajime kokonoi + haruchiyo sanzu + shuji hanma + izana kurokawa

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚��𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: amab!reader, sub!bottom!characters, daddy kink, anal, rough sex, hair pulling, dumbification, teasing {more warnings under the cut}

{genshin impact edition}

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: amab!dom!reader, sub!koko, daddy kink, anal, riding, rough sex

deep down koko knew that he’s had this kink but he’s been controlling himself as to not freak you out. there’s was no telling how you’d react if koko accidentally slipped up. unfortunately good cock could make one have loose lips and that’s precisely what happened to him. one second he’s riding you, the next koko mistakenly blurts out “ah! fuck! daddy, feels so good”. your eyes go wide in response to koko’s moans. it takes him a moment to realize what he said. when he does he stops bouncing up and down on your dick. the blush of pleasure that was costing his cheeks suddenly becomes darker with embarrassment. “that was an accident” koko tries to explain himself but before he can continue rambling your hips sharply snap up. koko throws his head back as you hit a deeper spot inside of him. “oh yeah? it was just an accident” you smirk, grabbing his waist so you can continue to fuck him harder. “well why don’t you ‘accidentally’ call me that again. i liked it a lot”.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: amab!top!reader, bottom!sanzu, daddy kink, hair pulling, anal, rough sex

sanzu was just as surprised as you were when the name comes tumbling from his lips. you have him bent over with one hand on sanzu’s hips as you fuck his hole and the other yanks his head back by his pink locks. moaning as he feels you tug at his roots, sanzu speaks before he can think about the consequences. “harder daddy!”. in shock, you let go of sanzu’s hair. with the pleasurable pain suddenly gone, the man seems to come to his senses. looking over his shoulder, sanzu sends you a glare. “w-what are you slowing down for? i meant what i said” haru attempts to act unbothered by his slip up but the blush on his face gives away how embarrassed he is. “b-besides, i felt your dick twitch, daddy. you liked it” sanzu continues to defend himself. slowly recovering from your surprise, you smirk back at sanzu. “that’s right, i did like it” you agree, returning to the rough pace that you had previously had. “why don’t you keep moaning daddy’s name, yeah? be nice and loud for me”.

𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: amab!top!reader, bottom!hanma, daddy kink, anal, unprotected sex

in hanma’s case, calling you daddy was in no way an accident. he did it on purpose just to see how you’d react. “ah! daddy, feels so good. fuck me harder” hanma moans as your cock pounds his hole. your hips stutter for a second in surprise. it’s obvious you weren’t expecting something like that to come from his lips but, based on the way your dick twitches, hanma assumes you like it. you like it so much that you give shuji exactly what he wants by fucking him faster. shamelessly smiling and drooling as your dick reaches deeper places inside of you, hanma takes the dirty talk up a notch. “just like that, daddy. shit! love your cock so much. cum inside of me, daddy”. “keep talkin’ like that and i will” you groan in reply. “just make sure you can handle it when daddy fills you up”.

𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: amab!reader, bottom!izana, daddy kink, anal, teasing, rough sex, dumbification

you’re fucking izana’s ass so hard that he can barely think. he started out on all fours but his arms can no longer hold up his body anymore, so his face falls into the sheets. his moans are now a bit muffled with his face buried in the mattress but you can still make out when he whimpers. “g-gonna cum again, daddy”. a deep groan rises in your throat when you hear that. “daddy huh? i didn’t know you were into that ‘zana”. “w-what are you talking about” izana counters, raising his head to snap back at you despite how fucked out he is. “i-i didn’t say- ah!”. another sharp thrust from you shuts him up. it’s not often you get to see him like this, vulnerable and flustered. you weren’t going to quit teasing him or accept any of izana’s excuses. “now, now, no need to lie or be embarrassed” you snicker, pushing izana drool and sweat covered face back into the bed. “daddy likes it when you call him that. do it again”.

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— devouring moon

minors do Not interact; imbibitor Lunae x gn!reader

contents & notes: handjob/fingering, hickeys and biting, established relationship & there was gonna b a sentence abt him usually calling u ‘his moon’ and you rmring of his title ‘moon devourer’ but eh guess it’ll only be in the title. For @snowbits >:3

There are many things the Vidyadhara usually do not do that you and your boyfriend enjoy partaking in.

Going on picnics like mortals, or humans, for example; basking in the sun of Luofu, spreading all your weight on the grass— and on your boyfriend’s lap, letting your legs rest on his lap as his hands caress your skin.

Or enjoying every small moment, every bite of food like the humans do, as if this is your last life; a silly thought you are aware, but one that helps to live in the moment longer— just like now.

Or acts of intimacy, a proximity closer than whats accepted as appropriate, like now, as the fingers that caressed your legs a minute ago are now between them, rubbing in circles with added pressure— for Dan Feng knows your body, as he knows you, and how to draw out certain reactions from you.

Pressing at the right points, the serene moments under the sun have now turned giddy, as his fingers draw shapes and beginning to go up, up and deeper inside, trailing off lighter with each centimeter, you can feel his face draw in closer, his warm breath tickling your neck.

You suppose thats what you get for teasing him all day long then wearing a shorter garment with no underwear as cherry on top— the hunter becomes the prey; as it always goes with Dan Feng.

His touches getting more feather light as he trails higher, his fingers finally find the one place you’ve been dying for him to touch all day long.

You haven’t noticed how close he his face drew in your fervor until you hear him tsk at your sigh of relief.

“Always some sort of mischief with this one.” He whispers the words into your neck as his fingers set in motion again.

Not seeming to care whether anyone can see you or not, with his supporting hand he presses your body into his, making sure you wont escape and trailing slow kisses to your neck.

Moving down to your collarbone and leaving wet kisses here, making you shudder with each one, he only draws his hand away from your waist— and earning a grumble from you, tilt your chin up with his fingers and prompt your head the other way, preparing to dive in to the opposite side of your neck.

Kisses turn into sucking in your skin slowly and he can feel a wetness pool around his fingers. Drawing his hand to the surface, he rests them against your lips; and following his cue perfectly, you open your lips, sucking his fingers off, wetting every inch.

Pulling his fingers off with a ‘well done, darling’, he wasted no time going down again, now his motions faster and with more pressure, going up and down, stroking and massaging where you like it, drawing out your whimpers of his name, mewls of begging him for more, begging him to let you come— you can feel yourself grow hotter by the second, eyes hazy and barely open, only seeing his eyes fixated on your expression.

Each second he is not kissing you, he drinks in your expressions, then returns to your neck like a starving man, biting, nibbling your skin, even humming few times when you’re positive he has made a few capillaries break out and bleed.

As your body begins to shake with slight jolts , your legs do their best to close up, but no avail, your lover’s skillful hand remains there, going up and down, pushing all the right buttons, his other hand gripping your waist tight and occasionally rubbing circles.

Your eyes suddenly shutting close, you can feel yourself seeing his eyes and the stars; and watching you as you come, Dan Feng slows down his movements, guiding you through you orgasm.

Lying limp in his arms for few minutes, you refuse to meet his eyes, pretending to have dozed off; that is, until he makes an offer better than this little scheme you pulled off. “How about we call this picnic to a close and return home? I feel myself craving something other than strawberry cake and cream.”

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Pairings... Sigma x Reader

Contains..! soft!smut, established relationship, making out, dry humping, premature ejaculation, praise, use of 'good boy'

A/N; this week's episode had me thinkin... the header image is the whole premise of this blurb (:

GN Reader.

775 words.

“I don’t know why you insist on twirling me around like this, l-love…”

Sigma's face was painted a deep shade of crimson as you spun him around your shared apartment.

One of your hands intertwined with Sigma’s, and your free one came up to his waist. Lovingly holding him close, chests flush to one another as you hummed to the tune emitting from the radio.

“Because it’s fun! Plus, your expression is to die for. Why are you so flustered baby, hm? It’s just us!”

You chuckled, finishing your sentence by dipping your boyfriend. Your grip around Sigma’s waist tightened as you supported him. Your leg came between his own as you found your footing.

“See? Fun!”

You leaned in closer, coming face to face with your lover. The top of your thigh pushing further between Sigma’s parted legs.

“W-Wait, stop— ah!”

Sigma whined, immediately scoring his lip with his teeth; to avoid any more obscene noises from slipping out.

You examined his expression closely, worried that you might have hurt him. But the feeling of his semi-hard cock straining against your thigh put those worries to bed.

“Sigma— are you…?”

Your boyfriend quickly shot upright. Averting his gaze from your own as he struggled to find the words to explain himself.

“I-I oh god, my love… I’m so sorry. Please, excuse me— w-wait! I… hah…”

Your grip on Sigma’s waist tightened as you pushed impossibly closer to him. You added more pressure between your boyfriend’s thighs. Smiling to yourself as his hips bucked, chasing for more friction.

“Why are you apologizing baby, hm? You know I don’t mind helping you. Especially at times like this.”

You whispered, lips ghosting along his. Sigma refused to look you in the eye. Still, far too embarrassed from getting hard while doing something so trivial— so innocent; with you.

“Look at me, baby. It’s okay, I promise. There’s no reason to be shy.”

You cooed. Untangling your hand with Sigma's, opting to soothe his flushed face instead. But still, no luck. Sigma sealed his eyes shut, inhaling sharply through his nose as your leg languidly moved between his. Stimulating his clothed cock faultlessly.

“Hmm… this won’t do.”

You thought aloud, grasping his chin between your thumb and forefinger before pulling him in for a kiss. Sigma gasped from the sudden embrace, eyes darting open for a brief moment before fluttering shut once more; losing himself as you deepened your shared kiss.

His hips were twitching so much as he tried his hardest not to hump against your thigh. But his resolve was melting away with each passing second. Your tongue gliding along his had Sigma’s eyes rolling back behind his closed lids.

Your hand around his waist trailed lower, grasping his hip. Guiding him in his movements and giving him the confidence he needed to let go.

Sigma pulled away from your lips with a strangled whine. His muted eyes finally met your gaze.

“There we go… good boy.”

You praised, hastily sneaking your other hand between your bodies. Your fingers worked on the button of his pants, never once ceasing your movements between his thighs.

Sigma was entranced by you. His gunmetal gaze followed your every movement. Breathy whimpers fell from his lips as he humped against your thigh with more vigor. You managed to tug his zipper down right before Sigma cried out,

“W-Wait! Stop, I’m—!”

Before your boyfriend could finish his sentence, his whole body shuddered. You watched as his eyes rolled back into his skull. A mantra of your name spilled from his lips. Your eyes widened as you noticed Sigma still against you, a wet spot now forming at the front of his trousers.

“Oh baby… I didn’t realize you were that—“

Sigma buried his face into the crook of your neck. His hands came up to wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly in an attempt to hide against you. Hoping the ground would open up at this moment and swallow him whole.

“Not… not another word, p-please.”

Sigma whispered into your skin, nearly inaudible if not for your proximity. You couldn’t help but smile, finding your boyfriend immensely endearing at this moment.

You held him tightly against you. Carding your fingers through his two-toned locks; in an attempt to soothe his nerves. This went on for a few moments before you sunk to your knees in front of him.

Sigma watched your every move with a puzzled look. He only caught on to your intentions when you began tugging his pants down along with his underwear.

“W-What are you—“

“What does it look like? I’m going to clean you up, baby. So, just relax. I’ll take it from here.”

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when someone going through your account and leaving nice tags makes you want to start writing again

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Taking their virginity

Pairing(s): Takemichi, Mikey, Hakkai, Yuzuha, and Kisaki x reader (separately)

Warning(s): Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom for all characters, praise, dacryphilia (Takemichi, Kisaki)

Imagine virgin Takemichi who blushes at the simplest of gestures. Looking away when you hold his hand in public to hide his red cheeks, squeaking in surprise when you give him a peck on the cheek, and lord help him if you hug him from behind, he'll be stifling soft moans just from being in that position

Virgin Takemichi who wants to have sex with you, but every time he thinks about it he just gets so flustered 🥺 Any time you've tried to initiate sexy times he has to stop you, saying that he's "Just not ready yet", though the bulge in his pants is quite obvious...

Virgin Takemichi's gasps fill the room when you finally push him down onto the couch and start fingering him, kissing his neck and telling him how good he's doing so far

Virgin Takemichi who leaves scratch marks all over your back as you pound into his pretty ass, whispering in his ear about how much he turns you on. "Fuuuck baby you're so tight, feels sooo good~ "

Virgin Takemichi who's a sobbing mess by the time you've both reached an orgasm. You sit up and pull him against your chest, cooing praises and petting his head while he relaxes

Imagine virgin Mikey who doesn't mind PDA, even initiating it himself sometimes. Who'd gladly hold your hand or kiss you in public, but sex? Sex with you? The intimacy of such a thing is kinda scary...

Virgin Mikey who finds it hard to look you in the eye when you bring it up, he's just never thought about doing this before, but he trusts you, so he agrees to try it soon

Virgin Mikey who's currently laying on top of your sheets naked, he looks so small like this with his legs closed shyly and his arms resting near his head. He moans softly when you start touching him, hands exploring every inch of his body, complimenting him between kisses all over his skin

Virgin Mikey who clings to you desperately while your dick slides in and out of him, his hole squeezing your dick and sucking you in, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck and face buried in the crook of your neck, moaning about how damn good this feels. "Y-yes—!! Harder! F-feels amazing, y/n "

Virgin Mikey who's out of breath afterwards, panting against your shoulder, looking down where some of your cum is leaking out of his hole. You rub his back soothingly while he comes down from his high, telling him how good it felt to be inside of him

Imagine virgin Hakkai who freezes up whenever you bring up having sex with him. It's not that he doesn't want it, he's just nervous as all hell... What if he messes up? What if he says something stupid in the middle of it? What if you realize you don't like having sex with him? What if– His thoughts are cut off by you kissing him, almost as if you knew his self-doubts were running rampant again

Virgin Hakkai who whimpers when you push him against the wall and reach into his pants to stroke his dick. He has to cover his mouth to muffle his moans when you speed up, his precum covering your hand and smearing all over his boxers

Virgin Hakkai who's currently folded in half, taking your dick so deep inside of him, grunting as you rail him with fervor. "Fuck—!! Fuck me harder...y-yeah– Aaahh—!! "

Virgin Hakkai whose chest is heaving by the time you're done with him, cumming all over him and telling him how amazing that was, kissing him as you both start to calm down

Imagine virgin Yuzuha who invites you over to watch movies with her all day, with intentions to simply have a nice date night with you, not realizing that it would evolve into something intimate. You've both brought up sex before, but it was never quite the right time, and you didn't want to pressure her to do it before she was ready

Virgin Yuzuha who squirms under the blankets as the night goes on, even if you're not watching anything raunchy she still got worked up and needs relief. She tried to discreetly touch herself, slipping a hand under her panties, spreading her wetness around and fingering herself, glancing over at you to make sure you didn't notice

Virgin Yuzuha who squeals when she starts touching her clit, finally grabbing your attention when you look at her and ask if she's ok. The deep blush on her face and the movement under the blankets tells you exactly why she made that noise

Virgin Yuzuha who quickly gets pulled into your lap, you lift up her skirt and see her soaked panties, chuckling at how desperate she must be. She whines when she hears you laughing at her and you turn her head towards you to kiss her as an apology. You slide your hand into her panties and lube your fingers up with her wetness then start circling her clit, making her roll her hips to get more friction

Virgin Yuzuha who cries out as you bounce her on your dick, cursing and moaning while you fuck into her like you can't live without the feeling of her pussy clenching around you. "Aah~ Fuck that feels good... Mmph please...fuck me, y/n "

Virgin Yuzuha who's collapsing onto your chest as soon as she cums all over you, your own cum dripping down her thighs. She sighs when she feels you hug her and tell her that she was such a good girl for you

Imagine virgin Kisaki who "doesn't have time for sex", claiming that he doesn't need it or has no interest. Yet he always gets so flustered when you make the tiniest gestures or just brush against him accidentally, his breath hitching because you touched his arm or grabbed him by the hips to kiss him

Virgin Kisaki who finally breaks down and admits that he does want to get fucked by you. You pushed him down onto the couch and started kissing his neck, surprising him and causing his cheeks to become warm again. You tugged at the waistband of his pants and teased him, saying how you wanted to make him feel so good because you love him, and he finally relented, "F-fine...but you better not disappoint me"

Virgin Kisaki whose face is pushed against the mattress as your cock stretches him open, muffled moans leaving his lips with every sharp thrust into his hole. You grab his hips and pull him closer to you, now balls deep inside of him and humping into him while he whines

Virgin Kisaki who cries when you flip him over and lean down so that your chest is flush against his, burying your face in his neck and sucking marks onto his skin. You tell him how he feels amazing and that you love him and the tears fall down harder, overwhelmed by you pounding his ass and the genuine affection you're expressing

Virgin Kisaki who arches his back when you cum inside of him, whimpering as you fill him up and soothe your hands over his body, praising him for how well he can take you

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

Requests are open! Just check out my rules first, please! ^w^

I plan on expanding on Yuzuha's part in this and turning it into one of my longer fics, so look forward to that in the future~

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virgin al-haitham best al-haitham

he's read about sex - that should be sufficient, right? but the second he feels you grinding against his clothed cock whilst you're making out, he just loses it and comes in his pants. very cute of him.

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not sure if you're a tighnari girlie but I would absolutely kill to be there during fox mating season when he goes into rut

to help him, of course, entirely unselfishly.... and not because I want to see him desperate to fuck me again and again until I'm exhausted and he's whimpering, continuing to thrust even with some of his cum from his previous orgasms spilling out of me because he just can't help himself, it feels so good to indulge his instincts <3

absolutely not because of any of that, just because I want to help him 🤭

I AM ABSOLUTELY A TIGHNARI GIRL. i cannot think of a single (legal) genshin character i would not froth at the mouth at the chance to talk about. i've even caved and started looking HARD at itto.

no bc i heard those voice lines of him WHINING???? AND???? oh my god. i'm thinking about this going down when you two are together but the relationship is new-ish?? like you two have only been dating for a couple months and are still a bit clumsy around each other when it comes to actions/words and are still learning about each other.

and he tries SO hard to keep his hands to himself and himself away from YOU, but you just keep intruding on his personal space out of concern bc he's so flushed and he doesn't look well. and, when he snaps at you and sees your face fall, he feels guilty bc he knows you're just trying to help. so, what else can he do but try to explain things to you in the most scientific, un-sexual way he can muster with sweat rolling down his back and his cock throbbing against his thigh :(

and you, you're so sweet :( so prepared to help him and receive his vulnerabilities and needs with open arms and a body just as bare as his. at first, he's tense, not yet melting into your arms and tipping his head back to squeeze his eyes shut moments before he can succumb to the urge to kiss you and fall victim to his instincts. he groans and you can feel it rumbling in his throat when you press up close to him, and he asks you if you're sure, if you're sure, if you know that you really don't have to.

he doesn't want you to think that he's just using you to relieve himself, bc he truly does care about you and he's still navigating how to effectively communicate that to his romantic partner. but, with the way he holds you tight, sweaty skin slipping against your own as he thrusts feverishly into you; the way he's either requesting a kiss or sealing his lips over yours before you can even finish asking him; the way he mumbles apologies and presses his lips against your neck and winces at the sloppy squelching sound of his cock sliding through walls already sticky and dripping with both his and your release; and, the way he doesn't stop running his mouth bc it feels so good and he just can't stop cumming . . .

you're more than aware of the way he truly feels about you.

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☾ - pairing: dazai osamu x fem!reader x nakahara chuuya  ☾ - word count: 1.3k+ ☾ - warning: ⚠️ 18+ content, minors dni ⚠️  includes: phone sex, oral (fem!receiving), minor cursing, mentions of poly relationship and threesomes. ☾ - summary: It was all Dazai’s idea to call Chuuya while he was away, and you couldn’t imagine a more wonderful idea. 

“Oh my God.”

You knew this wasn’t what he had expected when he had picked up your call, but you couldn’t help it. You missed him, and when Dazai had presented you with the idea, you couldn’t help yourself. Even if his motives had been entirely different from your own.

“Chuuyaaaa,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling slightly at the sound of his breathy moan on the other end of the line. You could practically see the flustered look on his face as he tried to pull himself together. If only he were here with you. If only you could touch him.

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𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 + 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

☰ CHARACTERS ⋮ gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, okkotsu yuta

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, male + female masturbation (handjobs + fingering), sexting + phone sex, overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, doll, princess, pretty girl)

— notes ⋮ this took me way longer than it should have bc i kept getting distracted reading satosugu fics sdjkhsdf

𖧷 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

he sends them for attention—which is a surprise to no one, but gojo satoru is anything but a straightforward guy, so he lets you know he needs you to focus on him through a video of his large hand pumping his thick cock, tip reddened and pre cum oozing from the slit while he no doubt moans extra whiny in the background. you watch his hand pump his girth and squeeze at the base while your pupils dilate and your thighs clamp together, feeling the familiar ache bloom between your legs. 

and then his cock twitches, his thighs quiver, and he calls your name brokenly while he cums, “f-fuck, jus’ not the same as that pretty little pussy of yours, sweetheart,” he groans, “gonna kill a guy here.”

he lets out a strained gasp as thick ropes of cum coat his hands and his tummy, glistening over his pulsing length as he smears it over himself while he fucks his fist through his high. the camera is shaky as he films himself while he desperately drags his palm over his sensitive dick, but you can tell he’s just the slightest bit frustrated—spoiled, even—that it’s not the same as your tight walls or your warm mouth as you fondle his balls like he’s used to. 

and just when you think he’s done, there’s another photo under the video, his flushed and sweaty face with his hair clinging to his forehead as he grins. gonna come drop by sweetheart?

𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

sends you a text in the middle of the night, almost like he knows you’re about to fall asleep. you watch through sleep-hazed eyes—widening them a fraction when his fat tip, pink and glistening with his pre cum pops up on the screen, his thumb rubbing through his slit as he lets out a shaky exhale. 

“god, baby,” he murmurs against the speaker, the sound of his voice alone enough to make your clit throb and your pussy clench around nothing, “miss you so bad. wish you were here,” he groans, and with a few more slow drags of his fist over his cock, he cums with breathy gasps, panting into the phone as he murmurs your name like it's you who’s made him paint his hand and abs white with his hot, sticky cum. “see this mess? ‘s all cause of you—can’t stop thinking about you,” he croaks. 

you watch with wide eyes as his cock twitches with each ribbon of cum that shoots from his tip, watch as his abs clench and his thighs shake with the force of his orgasm. and again, almost like he knows, his name pops up on the caller id just as your fingers sink into your dripping cunt, voice still breathless from his orgasm. 

“let me hear you, pretty girl,” he coos, whispering praise into your ear as you whine his name and curl your fingers into your folds.

𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

toji doesn’t know how to say i miss you. 

but he does know how to send his thick, purpled cock, angry and aching to release to show you he’s thinking of you. he grunts deep, and you can almost envision the way his scarred lips are parted as he groans low and drawn out just as he squeezes at the base of his cock and cums. he milks himself of every drop, breath ragged and hand shaking as he films himself. 

“fuckin’ hell, doll,” he grunts, “you know how much trouble ya are? sittin’ here and thinkin’ about how good ya always take me. bet you want that—bet ya miss cumming around my cock, don’tcha, doll?” you roll your eyes, but you can’t help but huff frustratedly as you feel yourself crave the drag of his thick cock as it splits you open, craving hearing his deep groans against your ear instead of through the speakers of your phone. 

with a frustrated sigh, you angle your phone as your fingers sink into your wet cunt, spreading yourself for him to see the way your folds glisten with your slick. you smile nice and sweet for the camera, biting your lip as you moan softly and rub a thumb over your clit. 

“think i’m doing just fine without you,” you grin, pressing send and waiting excitedly to rile him up.

𖧷 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

megumi only sends one because you beg—and he doesn’t really want to, but the way you send a video of your thumb and pointer pinching and rolling over your nipple, camera shifting to your pouty face as you whine a breathy “gumi, please?” convinces him. 

you giggle when you get a notification from him a while later, hurriedly opening your messages—and you’re glad you do because the sight of his flushed cock, stiff in his hand as he moans and lets soft whimpers slip while he fists his length hurriedly is well worth it. he’s always been sensitive, but right now he’s desperate—you can tell by the way his hips are bucking into his hand, the way his moans are whiny and come out as quick pants that cut off with the next as he gets closer and closer to his high. 

“f-fuck, can’t believe…” he cuts himself with a wanton moan, hips thrusting upwards into his fist as he squeezes around his swollen tip, “…can’t believe y-you convinced me to do this—sh-shit, ‘m gonna cum,” he croaks. 

and with a soft cry of your name, his voice cracking in the middle, he cums with a whimper while you watch him twitching with pleasure that spreads over his body. you stare with wide eyes and a quickened breath as thick ropes of cum coat his hands and his sweet moans ring through your ear. 

i’m never doing this again, he sends after, but you’re quick to send a picture of your slick folds, arousal coating the inside of your thighs from the mess between your legs to convince him that maybe it’s not so bad.

𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

yuta wants you to see how hard he is for you, wants you to see how even when he’s away, you still have enough power over him to make him throb between his legs and ache for release. 

he knows you’re sleeping, and he doesn’t want to bother you, but he can’t help himself from sending you a picture or two of the way his cock stands stiff and red, a bead of pre cum dribbling from his slit. and just as he feels himself get close, feels the familiar pressure in his tummy of the coil ready to snap, he can’t help but send a quick video as he cums for you, the squelching sound of his fist working his cock ringing through the room as his hand slaps against the base of his dick with every stroke. 

“fuck, angel—sh-shit, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry…couldn’t help it,” he pants, whining as he fucks into his fist and chases the sweet friction of his palm dragging over his aching length, “missed you so bad, j-jus’ had to cum for you—’s all for you,” he breathes, “always make me feel good. god, i miss you.” 

he strokes himself until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, until he’s calling your name brokenly one more time and he’s milked himself of every drop—and then he hits send with a  shaky thumb as he sighs, missing the warmth of your body beside him.

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Hii can I request how Fyodor,Chuuya,Dazai (separately) will react that their S/o randomly bite their neck and leave hickeys?

/Sorry for grammar,English is not my main

a/n: i luv luv luv this req. also, thx sm for 1.5k followers!! ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜ my one year anniversary of creating this acc was also a few days ago so, we can celebrate that too i suppose

warnings: tiny bit nsfw & suggestive

(Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor) When Their S/O Randomly Bites Their Neck

Chuuya

god u get him so flustered lmao

literally makes the exact same expression as the pic i inserted

his neck is sensitive, what else can i say

you have no filter so it doesn’t matter whether y’all are in public or not; you’ll still do it at the most random of times

the two of you will be walking down the sidewalk on a date, when you’ll grab his shoulder and just chomp down on his neck affectionately

the more you catch him off guard, the funnier is it

fr goes bright red and pushes you away, looking around frantically to see if anyone noticed

has to take a minute to reboot and get his shit together afterwards

if it’s at a private place, he won’t push you away but will still get just as flustered

sometimes a low groan will slip out and- 💳💥💳💥💥💳💥

swats at you like a cat to get u away from him if he senses that ur gonna do it

chuuya has no problem leaving marks on you, but the second he has them he gets all embarrassed?? 🙄 hypocrite

tries to cover it with his collar & hopes none of his subordinates notice they definitely do

Dazai

…😭😭😭

you BOTH do this to EACH OTHER

no one knows who started it, but now it’s basically a competition to see who can catch the other off guard first and straight up just bite their neck 🧍🏻‍♀️

the rest of the ADA has been low-key emotionally traumatized from witnessing this on a daily basis

kunikida exclusively had to make a “no pda” rule

regardless of where y’all are, dazai obviously enjoys it 🙄

laughs under his breath while you do it too (definitely mocking you) but once ur done, he pushes you against the nearest wall and returns the favor

sometimes if you’re actually able to surprise him, his eyes will go wide for a split second before he maintains composure

^will then gently grab your face & tilt your head up so he can kiss you instead

9 times out of 10, moments like these will lead to something more 😶

dazai doesn’t bother to cover the hickeys up either, shows those things off like a badge of honor smh

Fyodor

if you're trying to get a reaction out of him, you won't be very successful lol

unfazed king™

secretly his heart is beating twice as fast…but you don't have to know that

you love "sneaking" up on him (as in, he pretends to not know ur there) while he works to oh so lovingly bite his neck out of nowhere

fyodor will tense up for a sec before turning to you with a mildly amused expression

"i never knew you were a vampire, my love" (the irony of him calling you this)

lets you do your thing for a few more seconds before snaking an arm around your waist and lowering you into his lap

returns the favor but x10 so your neck is COVERED in hickeys

you're low-key mad afterwards cuz how tf are you supposed to go back to work looking like this ⁉️

fyodor thrives off this cuz he's a possessive mf and wants everyone to know you're his

on himself tho, he's somewhere in the middle between covering them up and not giving a fuck

doesn't like the attention it puts on him but also wants others to see your...handiwork

^cue nikolai yanking down the collar of his shirt and yelling WHAT'S ON UR NECK HMM???

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