#I had to beg for a blindfold and was still denied

[toadallytickles]

So I was visiting my moms for a week.. plenty of time for my spots to ripen … perhaps I said this idk 🫣

I come home the evening of the 19th, it’s late and my sister is staying the night. It’s finally just Clay and I on the 20th, and have much needed physicalness and tickle fights between chores~. I didn’t sleep well at my moms’ place and the previous night at mine, so I treat myself to a big chunk of edible and woow I was zooted.. silliness and embarrassment dialled up, I couldn’t stop laughing. The fucker (Clay) very much takes advantage of me, starting with tickling me meanly on the couch and teasing me about BEING GANG TICKLED NEXT MONTH EWW IM SO SCARED ACTUALLY 😖‼️. He tests and plays with my new ticklishness on the couch for a bit before ordering me to be on his bed naked. I get tied up face up.. but he refuses to give me a blindfold, I’m denied a blindfold.. because I’m a stupid idiot and shared much prior to him My Sessioning Insecurities and I wished I was more comfortable and confident leeing. So Clay forced me to watch him destroy me… bruh.. the look and smile on his face… never seen it before.. because I wear a blindfold… that wasn’t Clay.. 😳. Feral man.

And before he really digs in, he pulls his phone out and responds to my text above RIGHT THEN AND THERE. IN FRONT OF ME.

Fuck when he bit my knees… that was the death spot for the night, it was Awful™. You know it’s bad when they get that crazy, desperate laughter outta you— 🙄. Every spot was extra sensitive.

Anyway yeah.. 😖 I hate watching EWW! but the edible made me so silly that I wasn’t anxious, and I could really headspace and have fun with making eye contact~ 💕

[uronlywon]

I'M NOT HIM - s.jy ( 심재윤 )

pairing .ᐟ best friend!jake x afab!reader

warnings .ᐟ MINORS DNI, smut smut smut, porn with little plot, slight dubcon, pet name use (baby, good girl), little blindfold use, skin biting/sucking, mentions of mark making, unprotected sex (use protection pls), oral (fem rec), creampie, let me know if i missed something !

vee's note .ᐟ first drabble? it's more like a scenario but idrk... i'm afraid that this might be really terrible but i need some sort of filler while i continue to write bittersweet, which might i say, is taking forever.

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YOU HAD JUST BROKEN UP WITH YOUR EX, LEE HEESEUNG.

To be honest, you kind of saw it coming, but it still painfully hurt you, you two had been together for almost 2 years. You caught him cheating on you with another woman in your shared bedroom, which you found absolutely disgusting.

If you weren’t going to be with Heeseung anymore, who else would satisfy you as good as him?

Maybe your best friend can; Jaeyun.

So you showed up at his place, holding nothing but a blindfold in one of your hands.

You quickly found your back pressed into the soft mattress of Jaeyun’s bed. Clothes were discarded all over the ground, the blindfold tied around your head.

For a few minutes now, he had peppered your neck with plenty of kisses, leaving a couple of red and purplish marks in his tracks. He suckled on your perky nipples, taking one in his mouth whilst his fingers flicked and twisted the other, stifling a soft moan out of you. It baffled him how pretty your breasts were, perfect curves topped with rose-coloured buds.

He continued to nip at your plush skin, from your jaw to your collarbone, painting you with his mouth as if you were his masterpiece in the making. You looked so pretty under him like this, even though you can’t see him.

After getting enough of your neck and chest, Jaeyun flipped you over onto your stomach, the sudden gesture startling you. With the blindfold on, it was hard to tell what things were going to happen next.

Jaeyun took his hard cock into his hand, pumping it a few times before bringing it to meet with your soaked pussy. He decided to ditch the condom, you never mentioned anything about it anyway. You could feel him prodding at your entrance, immense desire growing as you wiggled your hips closer to him, “Hmn-.. Please, hurry..” You whimpered out.

“Eager are we?” Jaeyun teased, a small chuckle escaping from his lips, “Good girls have patience. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked, voice almost completely oozing with lust.

You don’t respond.

Your brain was entirely clouded with just desperation that you could only let out another whimper.

A smirk forms on Jaeyun’s face. He never thought he would have his best friend, on his bed, spread open for him to use. He’s always had a tiny crush on you, he won’t deny that.

With Jaeyun’s cock already lined up with your pleading hole, he began to slowly let his length sink into you and oh man, was he big. The little moans he drew out from you only fueled him more, the desire to ruin you only becoming stronger.

Not long after, he bottomed out, his whole dick sitting deep and snug inside of you. “Fuck, Y/n, so tight for me,” He muttered, whilst beginning to thrust himself in and out of you slowly to get you adjusted to his size. Your cute tiny noises only grew louder.

“Mmf— More, please-” You begged, hands mindlessly grabbing the bed sheets beneath you, grip tightening until your knuckles were almost sure to lose their colours. “S..So good! Heeseung!—”

Heeseung?

Right. Maybe Jaeyun should’ve known better. You weren’t here for him, you were here for yourself.

And you wouldn’t be here right now if your precious boyfriend didn’t cheat on you.

You would be fucking with Heeseung instead.

With his jaw clenched, Jaeyun fucked into your went cunt faster and harder, the sound of both of your skins slapping against each other filled the lustful atmosphere. “Ignore it,” He thought to himself, trying not to think too much about it. All that mattered now was your pleasure and not his feelings.

Whilst fucking into you, he let his hands trail to the soft skin of your waist, his hands wrapping around your small middle, giving it a harsh squeeze in the process. “More.. More, more! Hee!” You chanted, the pleasure you were currently receiving clearly not enough for you. 

Hee.

It was getting harder for Jaeyun to keep his composure, the way you called out for Heeseung when he wasn’t even there, the constant ‘Heeseungs’ and ‘Hees’ clearly starting to irritate him. He used one of his hands to effortlessly spread legs wider for him to gain more access, then he proceeded to thrust into you whilst keeping himself in check. “Fucking.” Thrust! “Ignore.” Thrust! “It.” Thrust!

Your body began to grow limp, and you felt a familiar knot forming in your tummy, just waiting to burst. “Ah- ‘m so close!” You exclaimed, trying to chase your orgasm by rocking your hips at the same pace as Jaeyun’s.

“Yeah? Y..You’re close?” Jaeyun panted out, it was obviously a rhetorical question. “You like this cock this much, huh? Gonna come for me like a good girl, aren’t you?” He continued, stringing out more questions and praise.

It took all of your remaining consciousness to muster out a singular sentence. “Mhm! Hah— ‘mma come for you like a- g..good girl..,”

“Whose good girl?”

Was that a stupid to ask? Yes. Jaeyun knew he wasn’t the one you longed for, but he still had a slither of hope lingering in his head.

“Yours! Hee- Heeseung’s good girl!”

Wrong answer.

Then everything happens so quickly. Before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back again, blindfold ripped off your face as well as you pending orgasm. You no longer felt his dick inside of you, leaving you clenching on air. “What the fuck?!–”

When you take in everything that just happened, your eyes engulf your surroundings. The purple LEDs, how humid the room is and—

And…

Jaeyun.

Before you got the chance to say anything at him, or get upset at him for ruining the moment, he suddenly thrusted back into you, making you jolt. Then a series of words started to come out of his mouth. “God, Y/n.. Please, stop calling out to that fucker.” Jaeyun began, ‘that fucker’ referring to Heeseung. 

“Jae—”

“No. Listen.” He cut you off, obviously not done saying everything he intended to. He proceeded to speak whilst bucking his hips to meet yours, groaning softly. “Can’t you just accept it, Y/n?”

Accept what?

“Like- Can’t you just accept Heeseung doesn’t want you anymore? I mean, he cheated on you for fuck’s sake.”

Wow. You never expected somebody to ever say those words to you whilst they were fucking the shit out of your cunt.

“Please!” He beseeched, growing vulnerable as his thrusts picked up in pace. “Accept that—”

“I’m not him.”

The three words do something to you. Seeing your best friend at your mercy was not something that was very common, even though he held the most power in your current situation. But you couldn’t muster out a proper response, due to the sensation of being fucked into by him.

The way Jaeyun’s hips worked magic was dizzying you, or maybe it was the fact you just got edged?

Soon enough the pleasure was too much to bear, pleasure pricking at the corner of your eyes as your awaited orgasm approaches you. “Jaeyun!–” You called out, and you called out his name.

“Yeah, baby..? Fuck, say it again- Say my name again.” Jaeyun asked desperately, his own name rolling off your tongue pleasing him.

“J…Jaeyun! ‘m close- let me cum, please!”

Oh, he was gonna let you cum. If you answered correctly this time.

“Whose- good girl are you, huh?”

Panting, you make eye contact with him, the purple LED lights illuminating his face. Damn, you never realised how fucking attractive your own best friend actually is. Your eyes flutter in exhaustion, and he smirks at you.

“Yours..”

“Can’t hear you.” 

“Yours!”

Jaeyun’s hand comes up to your tummy as he continues to snap into you. He rests it on top of your abdomen before progressively applying pressure. “Who’s ‘yours’, hm?.”

The pressure on your lower stomach only adds up to your awaiting orgasm, each thrust bringing you closer to it. “Fuckfuckfuck! Jaeyun!- Gonna cum—”

“I know, baby. I know.” He grunted, drawing his cock in and out of you even faster, chasing both of your highs, getting sloppier by the minute. “C’mon baby, say it. Who’s ‘yours’? Whose good girl are you?”

You’re almost there. So, so close to cumming.

“J-Jaeyun’s good girl!” You exclaimed, loudly.

The smirk displayed on Jaeyun’s face only widens, “Good girl.” He muttered out, completely satisfied. “Shhii.. Cum with me, baby—” He moaned out, head throwing back as he chased both of your orgasms.

With one final thrust, the both of you come undone, your release coating his dick entirely whilst he fills you to the brim with his warm cum.

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vee's note .ᐟ sorry you had to read that because it sucks.

©𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘦, 2024 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘚 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘝𝘌𝘋 | 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥

[fumikoshi]

More gojoxstudent please please pleaseee🥺

fumi: Of course, honey 😎

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?

✧ — SUMMARY; You told to your beloved Sensei to fuck you rougher during sex.

✧ — CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! student reader, size kink, age gap, everyone is of legal age, teacher x student

''Don't be gentle with me, sensei—I like it when you're rough."

Gojo's smirk widens at your words, his eyes gleaming with a sudden intensity behind his blindfold. He had been taking his time, exploring your body with a slow, deliberate pace, but your words ignite something within him, a primal urge to dominate and claim.

"Rough, huh~?" he growls, his voice dropping an octave, "You want me to treat you like my personal plaything, Y/N-chan~?"

Before you can respond, he grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, leaving little crescent moons. He pulls you flush against him, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. Your gasp is music to his ears, spurring him on.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, "You like it when I take control, when I fuck you like you're mine."

His movements become more aggressive, each thrust punctuated by a grunt, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He can feel your body responding, your breathing becoming ragged, your nails digging into his back.

"Yes, sensei-Ah~" you pant, your voice barely audible, "More... give me more~"

Satoru Gojo's grin turns wolfish at your plea, his grip on your hips tightening even further. He lifts you up slightly, changing the angle, and slams into you, hard. A cry escapes your lips, a sound caught between pleasure and pain, fueling the fire within him.

"Like that, you little minx?" he growls, his voice laced with dominance, "You want me to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight tomorrow?"

He doesn't wait for your response, instead, he picks up the pace, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine. Each thrust is powerful, each withdrawal slow and torturous, designed to drive you wild. He can feel your body clenching around him, your breaths coming in short gasps, your skin flushed with heat.

"S-Sensei... I-I..." you stammer, your words lost in the haze of pleasure, "I'm... I'm close..."

 his thrusts slowing down, becoming teasing, maddening. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"Beg for it, Y/N" he whispers, his voice low and commanding, "Beg for me to make you come."

Your body arches into his, seeking more friction, more pressure, but he denies you, pulling back slightly. You can't help but whimper at the loss, your fingers clawing at his back, trying to pull him closer.

"Please, sensei..." you pant, your voice barely above a whisper, "I need... I need to come..."

He chuckles darkly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine, "That's not begging, little girl. Try again."

Your breath hitches, your body tensing as he grinds against you, hitting that sweet spot inside you. You let out a moan, a sound of pure desperation, "Please, sensei... Please let me come... I'll do anything... Anything you ask..."

He hums, a sound of approval, his thrusts picking up speed once again, "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction, "Now come for me, sweetie. Come all over my cock."

And just like that, you're pushed over the edge, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Gojo watches you come undone with a smug satisfaction, his own body tightening with the need for release.

He slows his thrusts, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, his hands roaming your delicate, petite body, pinching and teasing your sensitive nipples, tracing patterns on your skin. You're a mess of whimpers and moans, your body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Look at you~" he murmurs, his voice filled with amusement, "All boneless and pliant. I could do anything to you right now, couldn't I ~?"

You nod weakly, your eyes fluttering closed, "sensei..."

He chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, "Open your eyes, baby~. I want you to watch me fuck you."

Your eyes slowly open, meeting his intense gaze. He smiles, a slow, predatory smile, and begins to move again, his thrusts deep and powerful. He watches you closely, his eyes never leaving yours, as he brings you back to the edge.

"You feel so good, little girl...~" he groans, his voice tight with restraint, "So fucking good. I could do this forever."

His words send a thrill through you, your body responding to his claim. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

You're so close, teetering on the edge, your body aching for release.

"Come on, Y/N-chaan~" Satoru Gojo encourages, his voice a low growl, "Give me another one. Come all over your sensei's cock again."

His words push you over the edge, your body convulsing as you come undone once more. He swallows your cries with a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting, claiming.

As your orgasm subsides, you feel him tense, his body stiffening as he finds his own release. He pulls back, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression intense as he fills you with his seed.

For a moment, neither of you moves, both lost in the aftermath of your shared pleasure. Then, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, a rare moment of tenderness amidst the storm of passion.

"There's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice soft, "You took me so well, Y/N-chan~."

He pulls out of you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You wince slightly at the sensation, your body sensitive and sore from their vigorous lovemaking. His semen was oozing out of your pussy

He smirks, a hint of his usual arrogance returning, "You'll be feeling me for days, Y/N. Don't forget who owns this delicate body now."

You roll your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips, "Is that so, sensei? And who will remind me of that fact every time I take a step, hmm?"

He laughs, a rich, warm sound that makes your heart flutter, "Oh, I'll make sure to remind you, Y/N-chan. Every. Single. Time."

[bowsnchoso]

Blindfold – Gojo Satoru

➸ synopsis: you suggested blindfolded foreplay to your husband, Gojo Satoru.

➸ character: Gojo Satoru

➸ word count: 4.9k

➸ cw: married couple, femreader, oral (reader is giving) cum eating, lots of sweet pet names, begging, so much teasing (like a whole lot), and lots of blushing ^^

➸ note: my first post! i hope everyone enjoys!

There was something about his cerulean eyes that invariably made your blood race– his comely features pulling at the delicate strings of your singing heart, marveling at the man that was your husband.

Satoru was aware of just how obsessed and how immensely you adored his limpid irises that acted as two stars burning bright in a luminous night sky. Those eyes captured your soul in a tight embrace when you first saw them, and they continued to stop your heart, no matter how many years you two had been together. Even as his wife, his captivating eyes were one of your favorite traits about your husband– Satoru.

Staring into his eyes was effortless for you, regardless if it was during intimate moments, or the simple moments where you bask in normal conversation.

However, watching him get ready every morning by pulling on that snug blindfold over his precious eyes always piqued your interest.

He explained to you countless times about how he was still able to see through the piece of fabric, yet you couldn’t seem to understand how exactly. Perhaps, you did, and you simply enjoyed hearing Satoru explain the concept of his rare and powerful abilities. You couldn’t deny that his abilities impressed you, and you noticed that each time you asked about them, his chest would imperceptibly swell with pride, pleased that you were so interested in him.

You didn’t have to tell him just how much you adored his eyes, he was well aware of the effect his eyes had on you.

Which explained the flummoxed expression that permeated his face when you described to him your recent desires.

You two lay beside each other on your shared bed, your cheeks tinted a blush pink as you watched Satoru attempting to process your words.

An impish grin stretched across his silky lips, partly dampened, glistening under the lights from the teasing kisses you two had been sharing.

Watching the way his lips curled into a teasing grin had regret pounce right through your limp body.

“Could you describe exactly it is what you want again, babe~” He requested in a mellifluous voice, reaching out to you, toying with your loose strands of hair.

You were caught at a stump, unable to get your words out.

He heard you clearly.

The smug grin on his face told you so.

But, he loved to fluster you.

He enjoyed watching blush creep on your soft cheeks, the way you would pinch your lips together in embarrassment, staring off into space while you attempted to gather your erratic thoughts.

“I…” you begin, unable to look away from his eyes, not when they had you glued down. “I want to please you while you wear the blindfold.” You finally find the minimal courage to speak your loud thoughts, trying your best to sound confident.

“You want to please me while I wear my blindfold,” he repeated, making your body flush, “Is that right?” He pushed your fallen strands behind your ear, riding out his teasing ways to see how much he could get your cheeks to heat up.

“Yes…” you drawl.

He then chuckled a deep laugh that resonated through his muscular chest. “You mean like blindfold foreplay, babe?”

“Same thing… isn’t it?” You mumbled, still quite flustered, and his constant laughing wasn’t mollifying your worries in the slightest.

He pulled you closer to his firm body, his lips peppering your face with gentle kisses. “Oh, babe, you do know that I can still technically see with that blindfold on, don’t you?” He whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your neck.

You felt shivers crawl down your spine at his simple kisses and the minimal efforts he made. It didn’t take much from Satoru to get you flustered.

He loved that about you.

“I-I’m aware, toru.” You pulled away from his kisses, wanting to carry out a conversation with him. “But, doesn’t it sound fun? You could just keep your eyes off of me if you can’t keep them closed.” You prompted, very set on this form of foreplay.

He seemed to appreciate your efforts, grinning at your suggestions, those oddly sharp canines he had catching your attention.

“Why this suddenly, baby?” Satoru asked, stroking his hand over your waist, unable to get enough of touching you. “I thought you liked my eyes, especially when we please each other.” His hand stopped at the arch of your waist, caressing you gently. “You’ve told me countless times how you could get off just by my eyes alone.”

Now, he was just teasing you, loving to ruffle with your composure.

Chills sprawled throughout your skin at his touch, his hands partly calloused, proving just how hard he worked himself as the strongest sorcerer. “I-I know what I said. It’s true. I love your eyes. I just… I don’t know… you look so… hot and so mysterious when you wear that blindfold. I just thought it would be a fun idea, if you don’t like it then we don’t have to-”

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Satoru immediately protested, gripping down on your waist, grounding you. “I love when you tell me about these little fantasies and urges you have. It surprises me to see just how many filthy and naughty things you can store up in that pretty little head of yours.” He hummed, pleasured by the thought alone, tracing his hand up the bottom of your shirt, sprouting more goosebumps on your body.

You were a blushing mess, unable to tether up your emotions. “S-So you’d be up for it?”

He smirked, a playful and interested glint in his pretty eyes. “I’m all for it, baby. We got time now, don’t we?”

Your heart raced, not at all expecting him to be so eager and willing to fulfill this desire of yours.

He planted a kiss on your cheek, getting up from bed, getting the blindfold that he left in your shared wardrobe.

You adjusted yourself, prepared for what was to come next, sitting cross-cross on your white bedsheets.

He grabbed the blindfold, spinning it around playfully in his long index finger. “I gotta say, baby, I’m curious to see what exactly you have planned for this frisky little idea.” Satoru shared, carefully walking back to you, unable to take his eyes off you.

He crawled atop the mattress. “It excites me, baby~” Satoru whispered, his voice like rich honey, drizzling over your body, pooling over your chills with purpose.

He handed you the blindfold, a smirk on his lips.

You take the dark blue blindfold, staring at it as though it weighed nearly hundreds of pounds. You had pleased Satoru hundreds of times, and he had pleased you thousands of times.

Why was this so nerve-wracking now?

Satoru must have sensed your worries, sneering at your hesitation. “Something wrong, baby?” He tilted his head, trying to catch your fallen gaze with his playful one.

You swallowed the remaining bits of your nerves.

This man was your husband, after all. There was absolutely nothing you could do that would turn him off.

He was like a light switch around you.

You reached over, lifting on your knees to place the blindfold over his white messy hair.

He leaned over, granting you better access as you carefully nuzzled it onto his two eyes, setting it in perfect place.

His lip was turned into an interminable smirk. “How do I look, baby?”

You smiled, feeling more at ease now that his eyes were covered. “So sexy, Satoru~” you reached out, caressing the muscles on his biceps that bulged out his tight shirt.

He chuckled, allowing you to feel up his muscles, puffing out his chest slightly. “Yeah? You like it?” He questioned, reaching out to caress your body next.

However, you stopped him.

He seemed confused, his lips pressing together in a pout. “What’s wrong sexy?”

You ignored his nickname that he inevitably used on you to get you a blushing mess. “Why don’t we set a few ground rules?”

Satoru couldn’t hide his utter excitement, the devious smile on his lips stretching. “Some ground rules, hm~ Oh, baby, you can really get into this, huh?” He tilted his head, leaning backward onto the bedframe. “What are these ground rules, my queen?”

You held in your shaky breath, his nicknames driving you insane. “Just one.”

He hummed, nodding his head.

“You aren’t allowed to touch me, Satoru.” You revealed, unable to stop a smile from growing on your lips.

You watched as his lips frowned, surprised by this rule you set. “Not allowed to touch you, baby?” He inhaled a hiss through his perfect teeth. “Ooh, you wanna drive me insane don’t you, naughty girl?” He opened up his legs, his left hand massaging his thigh. “But, if you want that, I’ll behave like you want me to~”

You attempted to not lose yourself in his body. His attractive figure, those broad shoulders, and his tiny and formed waist. Those veins on his hands trailed up toward his forearms. He was Adonis in the very flesh.

“I mean it, Satoru…” you warned, approaching his body, falling into his arms, feeling weird when he wasn’t there to cup you into him like how he invariably did. “If you touch me, I’ll stop what I’m doing.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned.

His grin.

That sexy grin.

You hoped that by the end of this, it would disperse into something more submissive. You’d hope to hear him whine, to make that deep voice of his contort and bend into sounds he never knew he could make.

You straddled his lap, caressing his chest with gentle hands.

There were hundreds of things you could start with, and yet, watching that puckish smile on his lips as he idled so patiently– it made it difficult to make a move.

He obeyed your rules, his hands pressed flatly against the mattress while his attention was elsewhere, his blindfold toning down the ability that was his six eyes.

“You gonna keep me waiting, baby?” Satoru snapped you out of your thoughts, his hand rubbing against the mattress, growing anxious. “Can’t say I don’t love this little waiting game.” He purred.

You finally decided to make a move, carefully tracing your lips over his exposed collarbone, your warm breath gently whisking at his pure skin.

He hummed, seemingly satisfied with your first move. “Right at my sweet spot, huh? Such a daring girl.” Satoru rolled his neck, opening up for you.

You hum against his skin, now gently kissing him, your tongue making sporadic appearances, kissing at his neck, using your hands to massage his stern biceps.

Satoru seemed to melt in your touch, in love with all the attention you were giving him. “Oh, you know what I like, huh? My wife~” He sighed out quietly, trying to control his breathing as you traced your lips up the side of his neck.

You nipped at the shell of his ear before licking and sucking his sensitive area.

The slight tension in his brawny shoulders ebbed into nothing, entirely laying his body against the headboard.

“Of course I do,” you mumbled against his skin, kissing down his sharp jaw, “you’re my husband, afterall.”

He hummed, nodding, eager. “Oh yes, I am your husband.”

You kissed at his neck this time, gently biting and licking at his delicate skin, feeling the way he moved to the side, granting you all the access you needed to kiss at his neck and shower him with more affection.

He held back a moan at your sudden bites, gently arching forward.

Your hands scoured his body, trying to feel him through his clothes.

He chuckled at your endeavors. “Want me to take this off?” He asked, referring to his shirt.

You set distance between the two of you, and he easily slipped himself out of his shirt, throwing it from up his head, tossing it onto the side.

You had seen his naked upper half hundreds of times.

Each time, you couldn’t help but feast your eyes on all his perfect muscles. His abs contracted as he settled back into the bedframe, waiting for you to make your next move.

His lips parted, slightly confused.

That was until they pulled into a smug grin.

Slowly, he set both his hands behind his head, making all the muscles on his body move in unison, slightly flexing along with each small movement he made, his sculpted muscles glinting off the lights as though his skin was glamoured.

He hummed, carefully shifting his hips. “You like what you see~?” Satoru’s voice had driven you near insanity, listening to the way it inclined due to his added confidence.

You swallowed your thick saliva, an ache evident in the pit of your gut.

Satoru toyed with his lower lip. “Ah, teasing me? Go ahead, touch me, sexy.” He insisted, his voice but a mere purr as he inclined you to touch his body. “This body is all yours. Come and touch me.”

You didn’t waste another second, gently setting your fingertips right above his sides, using your thumbs to stroke his soft skin.

He seemed to melt into your touch so quickly, purring like a kitty. “Mmm, your touch is so nice against my skin,” Satoru mumbled, rolling his head back against the headboard.

You continued to explore his body, now kissing at him, tracing your tongue against his firm muscles that contorted against your warm tongue.

He huffed, his lips parted in awe. “Ooh, yeah, you know I like it when you do that to me~” Satoru chuckled, pleasured by the most simple gestures when it came to his loving wife.

You hummed against his skin. “You work so hard for this, don’t you, Satoru?” You attempted to push past your fluster, joining him in on this dirty talk.

He liked the fact that you were encouraging this sort of talk. “Every day.”

“And it’s all for me, isn’t it?” You asked as you kissed and licked the center of his chest.

He shivered beneath you, relishing your licks and kisses. “Oh, it’s for you, my sexy wife.” He encouraged, keeping his head against the headboard, completely keeping his eyes off you, keeping his promise.

You caressed his bare shoulders, enjoying how broad his body was, whilst using your lips and teeth to nip at the sensitive areas of his collarbone.

He held back his moans behind low murmurs, his breathing slightly quickening each time you licked and sucked at his skin. “Oh, just kiss me already, please.”

You paused, leaving him with one last lick, giggling. “Satoru? You want me to kiss you?” You asked, now leaning your body against his, chest-to-chest.

He nodded, hungry for your lips above his. “I need you to kiss me.” He corrected himself, voicing his desires in a more urgent voice.

You heeded his requests, although you would have loved to stretch out on the idea of him begging for it, you also couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him.

You kissed him slowly, your lips overlapping perfectly between his two soft lips, kissing him with vehement passion. You felt him slip his tongue against your lips, begging for his permission to enter your mouth and explore you.

Of course, you accepted, your tongues meeting together.

There was something about slow and sloppy kisses that truly got you so hot. Maybe it was the sweet sounds that echoed off the walls or the way he would moan into your mouth as your tongues slowly teased one another like starved and parched souls. 

The way Satoru began to slowly drop his hands from his smug stance, becoming restless with being unable to touch you.

It excited you to see him get so submissive and anxious.

You hummed into his kiss, releasing his lips, but keeping your tongues moving in unison, licking at each other.

That’s when you felt his hands snake over your waist, bringing you even closer to his naked upper body.

You pulled back, looking down at the hands that had broken the rules you had formally implemented.

After Satoru took the time to evaluate your sudden resistance, he realized he had touched you.

He backed up, sketching his antsy hands over the bedsheets. “I’m sorry, I-I just forget I can’t touch you. It’s like second-hand nature to me.” He tried to explain himself, hoping you’d let him off with a warning.

You tsked, humming, as you removed your hands from his muscles. “Oh, Satoru, you just can’t seem to behave, huh?” You whispered, looking at the red blush that appeared above his pale cheeks.

He let out what you thought to be a moan, biting his lower lip. “Please, come back to me. I-I forgot.”

You hummed, not satisfied with his response. “Just not a good excuse, Satoru~” you continued to tease him, receiving a whiney groan from the man.

You began to teasingly rock back and forth in his lap, keeping your hands off his body.

His breathing hitched as he gasped at your sudden movements above his lap, and his large hands began to grip the sheets below him.

“If I touch you again, will you promise to behave those naughty hands of yours?” You asked, slowly rocking above his lap, feeling something stiff and firm against your inner thigh.

Satoru moaned, dropping his head, unable to keep his composure. “I’ll keep my naughty hands to myself, please, just touch me again, don’t tease me like this.”

You hummed insightfully, relishing the way his dick pocked at you. “Satoru, you’re so hard for me, aren’t you?”

He groaned, his cheeks still painted a deep red. “I-I am. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

You were pleased at that fact, moaning quietly in satisfaction.

He moaned back in response to your sweet and delicious sounds. “Baby just touch me, please don’t tease me like this.” Satoru continued to beg, biting at his lower lip as though he were in utter pain.

“Would you like me to take care of your hard erection, baby~?” Your voice was inclined, speaking to him so sweetly.

He eagerly nodded. “T-take care of it, please.” He sounded immensely hungry. “Please, I need that pretty mouth on my dick. Lick me clean, work me beyond words, sexy~” 

You giggled, finding him so attractive. The red tint on his two cheeks, the way he was practically salivating at the idea of you sucking and licking at his throbbing dick.

There was another ache in your gut, wanting it just as bad as he did.

You slid off his lap, hearing him sigh in relief.

You slowly ran your fingertip above the waistband of his sweats, receiving another protesting moan from a restless Satoru who continued to grip and pull at the sheets.

He cursed, lifting his hips slightly. “You’re such a tease today, aren’t you?” He chuckled, out of breath.

You smiled, watching the permanent blush on his cheeks, how cute he sounded when he was out of breath, high off your touches and teases.

You hummed, palming your hand over his firm tent. “Don’t you like it?”

He moaned, his blindfold still covering his eyes, his chest rising and falling with slow trembles. “Oh, I-I can’t say I don’t.” He mumbled, licking his pretty lips.

You smiled, pulling at his sweats, first.

He was eager, lifting his bottom off the mattress to help you remove his sweats with ease. He kept his hands against the sheets, scared he would accidentally touch you again.

He helped you kick off his sweats, the two of you slightly laughing in the process of it all, releasing some of the tension in the thick air.

You stared at his briefs that embraced his tent with a snug fit, his meretricious v-line peeking through the waistband of his boxers. Satoru was antsy, slowly sliding his hands above the mattress and onto his abdomen, waiting for you to make your next move.

Carefully, you slid your hands above his clothed erection, receiving a gasp from your husband.

“Aren’t you so responsive this morning?” You teased him, relishing the sound of his groans and moans that sent electric waves throughout your body.

He sighed, rocking his hips in one slow circle, extremely worked up. “Please, baby. I need to feel you on me.”

Carefully, you slid his briefs down, revealing his erection that jerked forward, hitting against his lower abdomen.

He hissed at that, not realizing just how much all this foreplay turned him on.

You watched as precum was already leaking through his pretty slit, gathered on his tip, ready to be consumed.

He sat with his body on display, not an ounce of insecurity or doubt poured through him– he was aware of just how attractive and big he was.

His hair was a mess from all the times he had been rustling his hands through it.

“Oh, Satoru,” you purred, carefully rubbing your hand against his wet tip, gathering all his fluids, “I don’t think I could ever get over seeing you like this.” You muttered, utilizing the gathered precum in your hands to moisturize the rest of his shaft, gripping him tightly as you jerked him.

Automatically, more precum pumped through his circumcised tip, earning another responsive moan from the white-haired man, not at all insecure about the sounds he made. No matter how loud or gruff they were.

You watched yourself touch his length, leaning over as you sucked on his wet tip, soaking up all his bodily fluids that had a slightly salty yet deliciously clean taste.

He continued to groan under his heavy breathing, his hands gripping against the sheets, having to remind himself that he wasn’t allowed to touch you.

You slid your tongue down his shaft, feeling the single vein against your tongue, already so familiar with the build of him.

He continued to leak from his tip, still mumbling nonsense as you licked at him with slow strokes that were already driving him to an edge, and you hadn’t even fully taken him into your mouth.

You licked his tip once more before you took him into your mouth, wrapping your lips over him as your tongue created swirls against his skin, sucking and licking as you slowly bobbed your head up and down.

Satoru was so close to touching you once more, pulling back when he remembered he couldn’t. “F-Fuck,” he cursed, out of breath, “I can’t help myself from t-touching you.”

You hummed against him, sending more chills through his body as you released him, keeping his dick in your hand as you looked up at him. “Touch me and this stops, Satoru.” You reminded him, thumbing his creamy tip.

He whimpered. “I-I understand.” He nodded, completely at your mercy.

You continued to suck him off, starting off slow, only putting half of him into your mouth.

You wanted this to last, you were enjoying yourself, and although Satoru’s hands were squirming above the mattress, unaware of what to do with his hands, you knew he enjoyed it, too.

You picked up the pace, taking his whole dick in your mouth as it plowed the back of your throat consistently.

You earned a loud moan from Satoru, listening to him as he cursed endlessly while you deep-throated his dick in your mouth.

“O-Oh, d-don’t do that, I-I think I’ll-” You felt a hand squeeze against your shoulder, while Satoru bucked his hips forward, forcing more of himself into your mouth.

You released his dick, a thin string of saliva being the only thing that kept you attached to his tip.

Satoru realized his mistake, removing his hand from your shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby, I forget I can’t touch you.”

“You just like being edged, don’t you?” You teased him with narrowed eyes. “You’re just so naughty. Do you think you deserve to get off today if you’re not following my rules?”

Satoru hummed, whimpering. “Oh, please. Please make me cum, I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

You evaluated his response, unable to deny just how attractive he was whenever he was begging for you to let him finish.

“You think you deserve it, Satoru?” You asked.

He nodded. “I’m trying my best here, baby. It’s already so hard for me to just not take off this blindfold and watch as you deep throat me.” He huffed, raking his fingers through his damp hair, getting so worked up.

You enjoyed it, smiling to yourself as you hummed quietly. “Are we begging?”

He whined. “I’ll beg if I have to.”

You chuckled, taking his dick in your hand once more as you hovered your parted lips above his tip.

However, you did nothing.

You simply remained stagnant, letting your warm breath bat against his shaft.

Satoru hummed, moving his broad shoulders around. “Gosh, I’m fucking throbbing.”

That he was, throbbing into your hands as warm fluids just kept pouring out of him, all the precum you had once cleaned off his tip was back as he throbbed against your hand.

He settled his hands behind his head, trying to accept the fact that he couldn’t touch you.

“Okay, Satoru~” you cooed, pumping his dick, “I’ll let you finish, hm? You deserve it, since you’re such a good boy.”

He nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes please, I’m a good boy for you-” He was cut off by his own loud moan when he felt you completely deep-throat his dick once more.

Yet, this time, you set a pace that was rather quick, determined to have him finish into your mouth—determined to have him squirming under you, calling out for you, desperately.

Satoru continued to curse under bated breath, his brain nebulous as he tried to process all the pleasure he was receiving that morning. He was mumbling nonsense, gripping at the sheets and even at his own hair as he tried to hold himself back from ejaculating so quickly. He had been fighting it off from the very moment you started kissing and licking at him, unable to help himself when it came to you, his wife.

Your touch, your kisses, they brought him to an arcadian that left him wishing for more of you, unable to get enough. Akin to a drug, he couldn’t help himself off you. He was addicted to you, and your touch was beyond enticing, so in love with just about everything you did for him.

He broke the rules, slightly pulling at his blindfold to watch you suck him off.

That’s when one last moan released from his wet lips at the mere sight of you, his body convulsing against his heavy breathing before he released his warm and heavy load into your mouth.

You were quite surprised to feel him shake from beneath you, his dick twitching into your mouth before you felt warm liquid spray into your mouth.

It was a lot more than you expected, but still, you managed to stomach it all, releasing his dick to finally take a breath, your lips puffy and distended from all the work you put into him.

You watched as Satoru was left in a daze, his hand against his forehead as his hair was gathered in drops of sweat, his muscular chest trembling with each breath he took, whimpering, beyond overstimulated.

“Oh, Satoru~” you purred, licking the leftover cum on the side of your cheek. “You came a lot, didn’t you?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “D-Did you-”

You nodded. “I did. You’re all clean, handsome.”

He laid his head against the headboard, finally removing the blindfold, his blue eyes were shut as he attempted to process everything after you nearly sucked his soul away.

You rubbed at his bare thigh, consoling the man that you love. “You’re okay, Satoru?”

He finally opened his eyes, those blue irises finding yours instantly. “Oh, I’m more than okay. I’m just- I’m a bit dazed. “He laughed, opening his arms. “Please, can I touch my wife now?”

You smiled, accepting yourself into his large arms as he embraced you, pulling you into his naked figure before he peppered your face with soft kisses. “You fucking milked me.” He retold, laughing quietly into your ear. “Thinking about it all over again just gets me hard again.”

You chuckle against his hold. “You liked it that much?”

He nodded. “You had me begging, of course, I did~” Satoru reminded you, kissing the corner of your cheek. “I was edged just by not being able to touch you, baby.” His voice was smooth and silky, rupturing chills throughout your body. “You’re so dirty, you know that? My dirty wife.” He teased you, running a hand down your waist, gripping your hip against his strong hand.

You moaned. “I just want to please you.”

“Yeah?” His eyes never left yours, adding tension between the two of you. “Oh, you spoil me too damn much.”

You tried to distract yourself from the fact that he was naked, right beside you, staring into his stunning blue eyes to distract you from the rest of his body which was a pure work of art.

He stroked a hand through your hair, this time. “I think you please me enough. But… why don’t I return the favor, hm?” He offered, lowering his head to kiss at your neck.

You were already so sensitive, soaked. “Satoru.” You mumbled his name while he kissed your neck.

He then pulled back, grabbing his briefs from the end of the bed and slipping them on.

He grabbed the blindfold that he left on his side of the bed, handing it over to you. “It’s your turn, baby.”

Your heart fluttered, taken aback by his suggestion. “M-Me?”

He laughed at your shock, before he grew serious, staring at you with a smug glint in his eyes. “I’ll make my wife feel so good.”

[sh1-n0bu]

Ok, so uhm, I just saw your work and I loved and I want to make a request.

So, Sub! Kaeya x Dom! Reader, where the reader is edging poor Kaeya who is bonded to the bed, denying his release making him beg, basically punish him because he was giving more attention to some else rather then the reader. Thank you!

♡︎ 𝙤𝙝 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣! ♡︎

characters: sub!kaeya x nb!dom!reader

warnings: handjob, dacryphillia, overstimulation, begging, bondage, blindfold, toys, fucking machine (does it count as a warning tho?), lots of cum!!

notes: kaeya when becoming the cavalry captain rlly said “you can catch me in liyue, catch me in kheanri’ah, catch me in mond trynna ride that dick like YEEHAW”

walking into your shared home with the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius, the first thing you did was call out to your beloved knight in white cape. continuing to call out his name in a sing song voice, you finally reached your bedroom door, opening it and letting out a relived sigh.

there he was! your sweet captain - being fucked stupid by a fake cock stuck to a fucking machine - relentlessly being pushed to his edge over and over as he let out a hoarse sob at the feeling of another orgasm being forced out of him. your usual tie working as a blindfold to exert his sensitivity really did it’s job! you can already see the navy blue color turned darker - almost black - around his eyes area.

walking up to his trembling, lithe body you could see that he was way far gone by the way he doesn’t seem to react to hearing your boots stepping on the hard wooden floor at all.

whining when he felt your hands taking off of his blindfolds, your sweet captain let out a louder sob as his teary eyes fell on your sweet smiling face leaning over him. placing a hand on his chest, you fondled his nipples, tugging on the sensitive buds which caused him to let out a sultry cry as his cock spurted another load of cum into his stomach.

“puh-leashe!! honey! ma-aanhg! make it staahp!!♡︎” pleading to you in a broken voice, you let out a hum at his pleas. his voice hoarse and tired, words slurring together due to all the hours you left him with the fucking machine on. you should really plan another trip to fontaine, these things are super effective to shutting up your whiny brat!

faking an innocent hum, your hand trailed down from fondling his nipples. slowly tracing his muscles, running your hand down to his abs - covered in pools of his own cum, starting to turn a translucent color - before grabbing ahold of his leaking hard cock. the tip was so cute and red from all the forced orgasms, still shaking and twitching in your hand as if excited to see you again.

“AANNGH!! NO! D-DARLING PLEAASHE!♡︎♡︎” tugging on the restraints on his wrists and ankles, kaeya let out a shrill sound akin to a squeal, wanting to stop you from overstimulating more than he already is but failing to do so due to the beautiful navy blue satin ropes binding him. kissing at the trail of tears running down his face, you gave him a sweet smile, completely opposite from the ruthless speed you’re jerking his cock with.

continuing to tighten your hold on his angry red cock, you jerked him off at a faster pace, almost matching the unrelenting speed of the fucking machine drilling into him as he let out another slurred sob before squirting out of the slits of his cock.

oh, he passed out.

turning the machine off, you took off the satin ropes off his wrists and ankles. rubbing some ointment on them to stop them from bruising, cleaning him up with a warm wet towel, changing the bedsheets before going to bed cuddling your sweet captain.

the next few days a certain cavalry captain had to take a few days off of his work because his legs were unable to hold himself up as the knights worry over his condition, completely unaware of what happened.

[reorientation]

It's only been two days but I figured I'd come share one of my favorite fantasies here.

I want a cruel girlfriend who's a staunch lesbian, doesn't care for Men at all or want them touching her. But the moment she meets me, she instantly can tell how much my pussy drips at the thought of a Man using me as He pleases, despite my proudly worn label as a lesbian.

It doesn't happen quickly, for a while she treats me normally. Only involving fantasies about other women, only using her fingers and her mouth to make me cum, never doing anything out of the ordinary for a "lesbian" couple. Until she slowly starts incorporating more Male centric ideas into my head, she asks innocently if I'd mind trying to take a dildo during sex. I agree because it's not like it's actually a Man right?

Then she asks my opinion on her wearing a strap on, by this point she's almost entirely stopped going down on me. Our sex almost entirely comprises of fingering and her dildos that are steadily growing in size. I say yes to her using a strap on, because I love her and want to make her happy. She makes comments about how we're probably the straightest lesbian couple out there.

Before I've realized it, she's now only using a squirting strap on when we have sex. I don't top her at all anymore, I'm a complete pillow princess now. She doesn't finger me or rub my clit anymore, our foreplay entirely exists of her pushing me to my knees to suck her strap. She tells me how I'm suck a natural at having a cock in my mouth.

It isn't until a few weeks later that she truly starts breaking my brain. "This is what you've always wanted, isn't it? To be fucked on all fours by a thick cock about to turn you into a mommy. Maybe we should have a guy fuck you instead since it's what you crave." It's impossible for me to hold back my orgasm when she says that.

One day she blindfolds me and tells me it's just trying something new, I feel her filling my cunt in a way she never has before, almost like she's throbbing. I can't stop whimpering and letting out high pitched moans, it feels like she's gotten so much stronger since the last time we slept together.

I lose count of how much I cum, and she asks my barely there brain if I'd like to see a surprise. When she takes the blindfold off all I can see is not one, but three Men on our bed while she sits next to me, the one in front clearly the person who's been fucking me the whole time.

I'm terrified, I don't understand what's happening but she tells me it's okay, that she understands. I've been calling myself a lesbian this whole time when in reality my sexuality is whatever she wants it to be, and right now she wants me to be a hole for Men. I so obviously loved having a real cock filling me, and I shouldn't deny myself.

By the time the first Man cums inside of me I'm gone, I'm completely lost to cock, there's nothing I want more in life than to be filled and used by Men.

My girlfriend and I have stopped having sex now, anytime she's horny she goes out to find a real lesbian to fuck her, or she texts at least three Men telling them her dyke is begging for His cock again so she can watch me be broken over and over again.

She fills my head with ideas that all Men are better than me, they're entitled to my body because I'm so stupid. Because I shouldn't have been showing off my huge tits in such a tight shirt. Because I denied them access to my holes for so many years when I hadn't rubbed my cunt to girls since before I had met her. And I believe her.

Her favorite days are when I come home a complete mess, having obviously been raped by one of her friends on my way back. She even makes me call them when I touch myself, thanking them and begging for them to be more cruel next time.

I still love her and she still loves me, she just loves ruining me more. She still calls me her lesbian girlfriend, but we both know it's only because it makes Men extra aggressive when breaking me.

I've never been happier than being my girlfriend's ruined dyke.

- 🩵

I don't even think I need to add anything - except to say that this little broken dyke is a very good girl.

[safetycar-restart]

KINKTOBER DAY THREE: TEMPERATURE PLAY [POLY!CHARLES/Pierre/READER]

NOTE: this is an nsfw imagine with sub!charles, sub!Pierre and Dom!reader. This fic also contains mommy kink. If you’re under 18 or uninterested, then scroll past. If you like what you see, then come check out the rest of my blog!

This work is part of kinktober, where every day of October we discuss a different kinky concept. More ideas surrounding temperature play will be discussed on my blog, so if you have any thoughts feel free to stop by!

The idea starts because Charles starts to show more interest in the more intense side of things. For ages charles didn’t want anything to do with the intense scenes you did with Pierre, choosing to just be your soft little sub, getting fucked hard by you and Pierre but never being involved when you really pushed Pierre.

And that was great! It worked so well with the three of you, but slowly Charles wanted to be more involved in the more intense side too. Make no mistake, he’s always gonna be your soft little bunny. He’s never ever going to want to be tied up and whipped the way his Pierre likes, but he starts to be involved! He’s a good boy! So he should help you!

Of course you don’t even consider getting him involved in the very intense things you do with Pierre, knowing that he’d freak seeing Pierre like that.

But… you can’t exactly just say no. Not when he looks so excited! He clearly had to work himself up to asking, sounding so shy but so optimistic. He wants to be good!! Good for his mommy and his Pierre!!

So you come up with an idea… a temperature play scene.

They’re one of Pierre’s favourites, and it’s so easy for Charles to be involved there without it being too intense.

Charles kneels patiently next to the bed while you tie Pierre up, tying his arms and legs to the bedframe so he’s spread out and completely exposed. Then you blindfold him, giving a quick kiss and checking in before telling Charles to join you on the bed.

You start off by teasing Pierre with his just your hand, running your fingers up and down his chest, randomly scratching your nails without warning. He lets out little gasps every time you do, his cock slowly hardening as he gets more and more turned on.

Charles watches Pierre, his eyes landing on Pierre’s cock and you can practically see his mouth watering. He wants to suckle on it so bad!!

“Mommy?” Charles asks, “can I?”

He doesn’t specify what, but he’s looking directly at Pierre’s cock so you know what he wants. And well, how can you deny such a cute little bunny?

So you tell him he can, but that he can’t make Pierre cum yet. Charles pounces instantly, settling between Pierre’s thighs and taking as much of his cock into his mouth as he can. He licks and sucks it like it’s the best lollipop in the world, clearly enjoying himself.

Pierre pulls at the restraints and groans, clearly not having expected Charles to start sucking him off. You let him enjoy it for just long enough for him to get lost in the feeling and then drop an ice cube onto the centre of his chest. He hisses, body twisting to try and get the ice cube off him but he only succeeds in making the cold water run down his side.

You swop positions with Charles then, giving Charles the bowl of ice while you play with Pierre’s cock. The rule is simple: you get to edge Pierre for as long as Charles still has ice to play with. Once all the ice has melted, Pierre gets to cum.

You edge him without mercy, and the combination of the coldness from the ice cubes Charles is using all over him and the feel of your hand on his cock drive him insane. He’s a shaking mess by the time charles has run out of ice cubes, begging in broken French and English, tear tracks running down his cheeks from behind the blindfold.

You let Charles make him cum, letting him swallow it all up.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

angst? me? haha... 2.4k words of it actually c:

cw: slight sensory deprivation (blindfold/mention of going non-verbal)

you still remember the first time it happened. how could you forget? the sheer panic and rapid thoughts racing through your mind when the itch in your throat had produced a single, golden ginkgo leaf from your tongue.

in the stages of grief, it states there are five. you beg to differ since you spent so long staring at the yellow leaf in your palm for so long your eyes felt irritated from the lack of blinking. you couldn't just deny that something was so very wrong when the evidence had come out of you.

you didn't feel anger either. confusion, fear, the deepest pit you've ever experienced in your gut? that's what you felt, but not anger. this was something that was bound to happen one day if you lived long enough to see it, so it shouldn't anger you anyway. still, that doesn't mean that that stage was skipped.

no, jing yuan felt it for you.

jing yuan hated yaoshi, the adundance. he loathes them from the deepest, darkest and most tainted part of his soul. the loathing he felt no doubt could even be felt by the continuously passed on entity of his Lightning-Lord. it was a sick twist of fate that he had been with you when you coughed up that leaf, stood so closely within your personal proximity when your life started ticking away from him.

jing yuan was not a loud man when it came to his negative emotions. he- in fact- made a bad habit of keeping most of them internalized and kept solely to himself. may haps he would tell you or yanqing that which would plague him to the point of bursting- but those rare moments only happened well away from the public eye of the luofu residents. no, jing yuan is a man who radiates anger like a brewing lighting storm devoid of rain and thunder. it's quiet and heavy and skin crawling.

you were younger than him, you still had time to enjoy your long life before having to worry about the effects of mara. you should've still had time to enjoy your long life beside him.

"y/n," his voice calling you is breathless as he moves swiftly to stand in front of you. he takes your wrist gently- you can feel his fingers tremble ever so slightly- and he brushes that yellow leaf onto the ground under his boot. "let me see," he says. finally registering back into reality, you lift your chin and he's immediately searching your face and eyes for any signs of... just something.

maybe he was looking for something that was invisible. a way to prove that what just happened before his very eyes was a trick of some sort- maybe a sick prank you'd be begging him to forgive you for later. or maybe he had already reached a state of dreary understanding and was searching for a timeline of how much time you have left.

"jing yuan," you softly call, and he flinches when he hears the drag of your voice that indicates your painful coughs from a moment ago. "it..." you take a deep breath, "it's going to be fine. let's just go to lady bailu and-"

"no," he quickly shoots down before his brain could think otherwise. his outburst startled you both, and if it weren't for such a dire situation, his wide eyes that quickly scrunched closed may have been cute in a way. "no, just- nevermind." he lets out a deep sigh. "we should go see the dragon lady, you're right. and i-" should contact the ten-lords commission. but he doesn't want to. if he does, then you'll be taken from him and imprisoned with every other marastruck xianzhou native they've taken under his order.

his hands that were wrapped around your wrists grow slack and you easily slip free from his grasp. dropping one hand, the other raises to brush back the wild, white treses that always cover his right eye.

"we'll start with lady bailu, okay?" he just nods, not able to formulate words anymore. he had a letter sent to the alchemy commission announcing his visit along with you for the following day, giving him some time to compose himself. a single day would do you no harm after all.

"is there still nothing that can be done?" jing yuan knew the answer already. of course, there wasn't. there hadn't been for as long as he's been general- which was longer than most of his predecessors. the best 'solution' he had at this point was the small gourd gripped tightly in his fist. this had been his second time back to the alchemy commission, the first time had been with you but now he stands here alone.

"you know as well as i do," bailu's voice spoke as she stood in front of him with her hands on his hips, "this is the most advanced treatment i have. the alchemy commission is still no closer to finding a real cure, so please make do with this for now."

"i understand," there was no point in trying to converse longer. the longer he spent here the longer you waited for him back at home. he had contacted bailu with means on the downlow and had even attempted to keep who the afflicted person was if word did spread.

of course, that didn't work out like he wanted and just by his mannerisms alone, the young high elder knew it was you. she had never seen the luofu's general so disheveled before- normally able to keep a better lid on his emotions.

"you have my gratitude," he said before dismissing himself.

this small gourd could last a patient anywhere between a few days, a few weeks or at worst a few hours. your mara hasn't been active for long, just a day or two before jing yuan could get his hands on the elixir she uses for the marastruck soldiers she comes across.

"only administrator one ochoko of elixir a day! no matter how bad it gets, you cannot exceed that amount!" were bailu's specific instructions. he dares not go against them. at the very most he could stretch the treatment up to around 40 days if he was lucky.

and then there was the probability of you losing your mind quicker than he could treat you. so, he took another precaution.

when jing yuan returned back home, back to you, he had found you sitting on the wooden veranda surrounding the house. the breeze was something you always enjoyed. your head was angled up towards the sky, but you saw nothing behind the blindfold covering your eyes.

sensory deprivation. in cases of mara, cutting off senses of the body can slow the spread of it. surely with this and the dragon lady's elixir...

"y/n," he calls and you swivel your head towards his voice with a smile. one that was so innocent and warm he wished he could see your eyes.

"welcome back," you greet him as he pads softly over to you. running the pads of his finger across the skin just below your blindfold, his chest tightens. its not fair.

"i'm home." jing yuan is glad you cannot see his frown.

the time it took for the alchemy commission to finally find out jing yuan had been seeking bailu's guidance for a marastruck xianzhou native was more than his pessimism expected, but less than his desired yearned. he was cornered at the seat of divine foresight, surrounded by alchemy commission enforcers and yanqing who had been privy to the secret considering he lived with the general and you.

the general sat at his desk, his fingers weaved together and propped up by his elbows. his forehead lowered and resting on the backs of his hands with his scrunched-up expression hidden under his white mane of hair that had been tied up messier than usual- if one could believe it with the nest of hair he normally had.

hearing the underlings of bailu chew his ears off, he could only catch a glance of yanqing at his side. arms locked at his sides with his fists clenched- jing yuan could only imagine the face he was making.

"y/n must be apprehended and relocated to the shackling prison, general. you're aware of this."

"all too well," he whispers to himself, but with the heavy quiet everyone can hear him. "yanqing," he calls without lifting his head.

"general?" the general had never heard the boy so soft spoken before. all his bravado seems to have shrunk.

"i will be contacting the ten lords commission," he swallows. "please make preperation for it."

"yes, general." the painful swallow in the young boy's voice was enough to tell jing yuan that he understood.

'go spend time with y/n before they're gone.' that was what jing yuan really said.

soon, jing yuan's office was clear of all guests and he finally lifted his head and leaned himself back in his chair. letting out a breath, he knew it was coming. you had been coughing up more leaves than he had expected and despite everything he tried, the affliction was ruthless.

it wasn't fair.

the next day, jing yuan had decided to do one finally task. for himself and for you. instead of waiting for the ten lords commission to come knocking at his doorstep, he was going to take one last final measure. even if it changes nothing and you're still taken away from him- perhaps it could extend your sanity just a little while longer. that alone would give jing yuan the smallest peace of mind.

your body had been getting weaker, and patches of yellow gingko shaped markings had spotted all over your body. jing yuan had to practically carry you all the way to the divination commission to meet with fu xuan.

"general," fu xuan's soft voice speaks as he undoes your blindfold but softly instructs that you keep your eyes closed for him. "are you sure you want to do this?"

"i've made my decision."

replacing your blindfold, the general places his palm across the span of your eyes. your hand reaches up to gently rest on his wrist and he can see the cursed yellow blotting you under your sleeves meant to keep it hidden. he grimaces.

"you're taking my memories... aren't you?" your voice had gone scratchy and distorted a few days ago, so you had refrained from speaking. another pointless suppression tactic.

"yes, my dear," he brings you down to your knees beneath the matrix that was ever turning. he kneels with you, keeping his hand over your eyes. "i am."

"yanqing?"

"he knows. i... i asked him not to come." he didn't want you to look that boy in the face and not know who he was. "after this, you'll be taken to the shackling prison." jing yuan closes his eyes and lets out a heavy breath. "i'm so sorry."

"i know." your gentle grasp on his wrist tightened and he wishes you'd rip off his gauntlet and embed your nails into his skin just so he'd have something left of you after the day's end. "it'll all be okay."

"no," he refutes, "it wont."

"general," fu xuan wistfully calls. "the ten lords commission will be coming shortly. if you're sure about this, then we must act quickly." the general nods, lifting off his knee to lean and push his forehead against yours one last time. his bangs still tickle your face, and his skin is warm. the way he smells of tea and the elixir you had been taking envelops you and you feel oddly at peace.

the next and last time jing yuan see's your eyes, they're stripped of everything he ever memorized about them. and you didn't recognize him.

the buzz about the general losing you was all hush, like a ripple that kept coming into contact with him. you were gone, taken away from him and all he wanted to do was find a way to get past it. get over it. accept it. but all the outside noise just kept reminding him about how much it hurt.

the buzz turned into murmurs, turned into static and as the days past public life returned to normalcy on the luofu. now, as welt, march and the trailblazer all walk around the divination commission they pass by a small jade plaque that had been placed there several years ago. it looked well-kept and there was a name inscribed on it.

"so, was this y/n person important or something?" march asks, unaware of the intensity that question could hold for some. fu xuan looks at the plaque that used to sit comfortably at the seat of divine foresight before it was moved.

"they were. a very important person who meant a lot to all of us on the luofu."

"did they...?" march's voice was sad, and welt tries to keep her from asking anything more. the plaque was obviously a memorial.

"they were stricken with mara a long time ago." fu xuan takes a deep breath and turns to the curious girl. "i'll be happy to answer any questions you have about them, but you must not bring the subject up to the general under any circumstances."

"the general? but why not?"

fu xuan's face falls and his lips curl over her teeth in a small frown that was biting back too many things she need not disclose to outsides ears.

"it would be pointless." was all she replies.

fu xuan looks longingly at the matrix and can picture the face of the general who had completely recovered from the loss of his partner. the general who will gaze out over his desk at the large star chess board in his office. the general who still entertains his young retainer in both combat training and chess games. the general who still had a bad habit of dozing off and slipping away from his seat and paperwork.

the general who doesn't remember he was ever in love to begin with.

sometimes, the general of the xianziou luofu finds himself starting out into empty space. the words 'it isn't fair' repeating in his subconscious bring a pain to him. he doesn't know what they mean. what wasn't fair? all he can do to shake the feeling and words is resume meditating.

jing yuan didn't know why he meditated. but he did know that he didn't want to remember why it hurts.

[bubblegumnnebula]

Satoru Gojo : NSFW HC’s

if you are not 18+ please kindly fuck off

• Seduction - literally almost anything. but one thing that will always get him riled up is you wearing cute clothes. not even super girly outfits (although he’s not going complain in any way if you do dress like that) but like a baby blue silk pajama set. or a lemon yellow crop top with a sweetheart neckline and puff sleeves. god forbid you dress up for a formal occasion, you’re in for it. a strapless black bodycon dress that stops at your calves paired with strappy heels has Satoru foaming at his mouth and blood rushing to his cock. but nothing is quite as effective as you wearing his clothes. if you walk into the kitchen in the morning, sleepy yawns and wearing his tshirt, Satoru will have you bent over the kitchen island instantly, rutting into you like your cunt is his life source. on more than a few occasions, he’ll use that same tshirt to wipe you and the floor clean, his cum leaking from you and dripping. he’ll toss the shirt aside and carry you over his shoulder to the bedroom, for round two of course

• Worked Up - Satoru is initially super flirty and teasing when horny. he’ll toy with your body, running his hands across your waistline and nearly engulfs you with his entire body with an attempt to be close to you. he’ll kiss and suck on your neck, use his teeth to nip at your ears, and will dry rut his clothed cock against your ass. but, if you deny him long enough, Satoru Gojo will start getting desperate. he becomes whiny and pouty, begging you to let him sink his dick inside your heavenly hole with a breathless tone. he’ll palm at himself if you won’t touch him, moaning your name akin to a porn star. his cheeks gets all flushed and his stunning cerulean eyes are filled with precious tears, so so desperate for your touch, your body, anything. plz fuck him, he’s so cute

• Libido - after years and years of neglecting personal connection, Gojo will snap when you come into his life. at the beginning of your relationship, he barely had enough will to stay outside of you to allow you to work, or make food, or pee. most days consisted of you two having sex multiple times, only stopping when Satoru exhausted himself. it’s gotten much better since then, and you can exist without him pouncing on you, but you two still fuck once a day. unless you’re both busy, exhausted, or away from each other, his cock is going to be inside you at least once a day, and ideally he makes you cum at least two times. then again, he’s gotten horny on missions and simply teleported to your location, to fuck you fast and hard, only to return to said mission after you’re both satisfied

• Romantic - there has always been a healthy balance of fucking and making love with Satoru. sometimes your intimate times is filthy, him fucking you fast and hard until you gush across his lap, all while whispering dirty things into your ear: how your pussy was meant for him, how tight and wet you are around his cock, etc etc. but Satoru is a hopeless romantic, and when he’s feeling extra sentimental, he’ll take it slow and precise, gazing into your eyes with love and adoration on his face. during these times, there’s a chance he’ll bury his head into your neck or hair, an attempt to hide his tears that are threatening to spill from his waterline. you can hear his little sniffles those, so drag his face from you and look into his eyes while mouthing ‘I love you’ and he’ll cum so hard the tears fall

• Kinky - he’s a little kinky for sure, but you’re going to have to be the one to be extreme kinks into the bedroom. the most he’ll do is tie you up and blindfold you, choke you on occasion, and spanks you pretty much everytime you two fuck. he’ll edge the shit out of you as punishment and then overstimulate you to continue the punishment. Satoru would always 100% be into roleplay (especially boss/worker or student/mentor) but anything else you want will have to brought up by you. however, he’s down for pretty much anything. want to call him daddy? easy, done. he really likes it too. you want to him to call you mommy? not a problem, he finds he’s really into it. want him to ravish you in public? he nearly cums the moment he enters you, the thrill of being caught encouraging him. one thing he’s hesitant about is exhibitonism. Satoru Gojo is a jealous man, so even thinking about having someone lust after you fills him with anger and envy. however, if you’re insistent, he’ll agree, but only if the third party is someone both of you trust wholeheartedly. options for him are Shoko, Utahime (though it’s likely she’s never agree lmao) and Nanami. anyone else is gonna take lots and lots of convincing. even then, he still might say no.

• Experimenting - Satoru is so down for anything, as long as he gets to fuck you. new kinks and methods are fun for him (he’s a Sagittarius, he’s obviously gonna love trying new things) and keeps him excited (again, he’s a Sagittarius, he’s doesn’t want anything to get boring, especially your guys’s sex life)

• Favorite - Satoru’s absolute favorite thing about you during sex is your reactions. your sounds, your expressions, the way your legs tremble and your body shakes with pleasure. it’s like crack to him. he’s a giver, so bringing you pleasure brings him pleasure

• Toys - Gojo is a big fan of toys. there’s nothing like seeing you squirt on a loop when he holds a wand to your clit. he’ll have a variety of vibrators, especially if you’re someone who can’t cum without clitoral stimulation, and he has no qualms with fucking with his cock with some sort of vibrator against your clit. he feels the vibrations too, after all. he’ll even have some dildos, to fuck you with to punish you for being a brat. he won’t fuck you his cock, which is so much bigger and warmer, and fills you up better than any toy ever can. (psst, use a wand on his cock and he’ll be a whiny, subby mess that cums buckets and buckets)

• Position - his three favorite positions are missionary, cowgirl, and doggy. he’d jump off a cliff before he’s forced to choose just one position. he loves missionary because he can sees your expressions fully, so he knows when you’re feeling good and when you’re about to cum. he loves cowgirl because seeing you put in so much effort to pleasure him is so hot to him, plus he loves to watch your tits bounce. and he loves doggy because you are unbelievably tight from behind. he has to extra time to adjust to your tightness when he’s fucking you from behind, or else he’ll cum prematurely

• Another - we touched on this earlier, but Satoru is hesitant to bring in the third party (cause he get jealous easily, he gets all pouty and whiny it’s adorable) It would have to be someone both of you trust, so your options are limited. Shoko, because Shoko’s a hoe (complimentary) and is dtf pretty much anyone. plus, it wouldn’t be the first time Shoko has joined Gojo in explicit activities. Utahime, because she’s pretty and extremely loyal, and watching you two together would be something he finds extremely hot (however, it would take a lot of convincing from you, because if she hears about the idea from Satoru, she’d assume he’s pranking her and slap him) and Nanami, because Gojo has always had a tiny itty bitty crush on Nanami since he was a second year and Nanami was a first year (idk Satoru finds him alluring and mysterious, and those traits always have been attractive to Satoru)

• Locations - anywhere is fair game. his favorites include the bedroom obvi, the shower, the kitchen counter, and his office. he’ll definitely fuck you at the school too, but would never fuck you on one of his students’ desks, he thinks that’s icky

• Sounds - Satoru loves the sounds you make, so his goals is to make you as loud as possible. if your throat ain’t sore after your comedown, he’s disappointed. but Satoru himself is loud as fuck. he, on multiple occasions, has gotten noise complaints, despite residing in a penthouse. yes, even his downstairs neighbors have heard him, he’s so damn loud. he does all of the above - moans, groans, whines, growls screams. he groans breathily when he first enters you, but because a whiny, moaning mess when he’s close to cumming. he calls your name on a loop and describes vividly how good you make him feel. during sex, Satoru is never quiet. he’s either dirty talking you or moaning. he won’t shut tf up when he’s having sex, it’s quite impressive honestly

• Aftercare - Satoru becomes a baby after sex. he’s cuddly and clingy, and will become pouty of you choose to leave him to clean up. Satoru will very quickly become sleepy, and would prefer to fall asleep asap, but you needed the aftercare, he would force himself to help you. he’ll clean you up with wet wipes or a warm wash cloth, get you water, and if you feel gross, will shower or bathe with you. if you choose to bathe, however, expect him to fall asleep in the bath. you’ll have to wake him up in order to bring him to bed lol. he’s do those basic things, but ask him to make you food or to pick up something and he’ll act like you attacked his family name lmao. he’ll get snacks or order delivery if you’re hungry, but don’t ask him to make you a meal or drive to a restaurant for take out bc he’s sleeeeepy and just wants to close his eyes, plz you’re tutoring him! but without a doubt, he always makes sure you’re good after sex. he’ll always ask if you’re alright and will tell you over and over again that he loves you. if you’re feeling insecure, he’ll sleepily tell you all the things he loves about you, and yaps about your future together, ie; your future wedding, house, possibility of children if that’s what you want. he does demand head pats and hair stroking, so make sure to give him that or he’ll be a grumpy baby

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[byhuenii]

⊱☆⊰ female nanamin ?!

synopsis — dating THE nanami kento’s younger sister. (WC: erm..) pairing — gojo satoru x nanami!reader warnings — not proofread, fluff, typos, whipped satoru, switched between you/your to she/her (im just indecisive) , maybe more im missing. a/n — nanami :heartbroken: i thought of this idea and i’d thought it’d be funny because nanami is DEF a protective older brother i mean look at the way he beat tf out of haruta…just sayingg~ this lwk shit but i was bored

gojo satoru the strongest sorcerer in the world was here at jujutsu tech following you around like a lost puppy,

“ satoru go away” you groaned fasting your walking pace of course it was no as the long legged man studded. “ no you haven’t paid attention to me ” he whined grabbing your hand pulling you closer to him,

“ you know damn well we could get caught. ” your eyes wondered the empty halls looking for anyone or everyone who could pass by

“ but isn’t that the fun part? getting caught? ” he smiled stuffing his face in the crook of your neck, “ mhm, fun until kento catches you ” your hand snakes up to his hair combing through it,

“ he’s never caught me. ” he sounded so proud, “ you’re such a liar. remember that one time… ”

(flashback in the spongebob voice)

“ please just once kiss come on, ” gojo begged circling around you annoyingly, your shoulders tended up. “ shut up gojo! ” you hushed him pushing,

“ just one please just oneee~ ” his whines only got whiner and whiner. covering your ears ignoring the whiney unkissed man “ la la la i cant hear youu~ ” marching toward you made a b-line to your classroom ducking and dodging the man’s attempt.

your classroom door was in sight but the man child following you grabbed you pining you againts the wall, pulling your hands down from your covered ears “ now that was just mean yn, why’d you do that broke my heart ” he dramatically sighed stuffing his face into the crook of your neck placing small kisses,

it brought him comfort. the perfume you had sprayed on earlier was his favorite scent of yours. a grin formed onto his lips biting down on your neck. your eyes popped wide pushing him off you “ satoru stop..who knows ” you pulled on his ear, “ you’re being dramatic he won’t find out ” that cocky grin still was drawn out on his face

“ who wont find out? ” kento pushed the door open from inside your classroom. its like satori’s soul left his body when kento walked out the classroom. he was right there his ass would’ve been dead if he walked out earlier “ gojo was messing around with your extra pair of glasses and broke them! ” you had randomly blurted out. it wasn’t half a lie he had in fact broke kento’s glasses a while ago..

kento glared at the white haired man who’s ear was turning red from you tanking it, “ you blindfolded dumbass. ” kento cursed walking up to satoru, you had let go of his ear gesturing to kento he was all his

(end of flashback in spongebob voice)

“ yeah that was your fault we almost got caught. ” you snickered at him placing your hand on his back rubbing it in circles, “ it wasn’t my fault, well it was. but you completely snitched on me !! ”

“ well it’s called saving my ass from the destruction you caused, ” your voice was so sickeningly sweet it was tooth rotting. “ still wasn’t my fault you got us caught.” he denied again refusing to believe he was the problem

“ nope you almost got us caught. ” you popped the p on nope, “ you were ignoring me and not giving me a kiss i so deserved. ” he moved his face that was stuffed comfortably in the crook of your neck to look at you

“i guess…BUT it was only once see! ” an annoying smile plastered on his face, moving your hand from out of his hair you mentally face palmed “ satoru it happened twice. you’re forgetting the time we were training. ”

(flashback in spongebob voice)

you had already been training with your 2nd years maki was on the verge of beating your ass, that girl was something else. you didn’t feel the need to use your cursed technique against maki, you weren’t the strongest in the combat department but you could definitely hold your own,

sweat was dripping down both of your foreheads a tired exhausted look washed along maki’s face, “ is maki getting tired?~ ” you teased making maki scowl. kicking your leg up to maki’s head which she effortlessly blocked. you ended up doing a 1 2 combo making her lose her balance,

you were so in the zone when you didn’t even notice gojo being your own personal cheerleader until maki pointed it out. your eyes bored into gojos with his white frilly holographic pom poms, he traded the blindfold for the glasses today.

“ go yn ! go yn ! go go ” he cheered causing a small flood of pink to wash over your cheeks, “ i hate this guy. . ” you made your way over to him snatching one of his pom poms, “ you like them? ” he asked shaking the one pom pom he had around like a cheerleader, “ they remind me of you sadly”

“ what do you mean sadly?! ” he huffed like a little boy not getting ice cream, “ it’s supposed to be a good thing ”, he started poking you like crazy. he definitely wanted to get on your nerves today.

you slapped the back of his head, thankfully his infinity was disabled giving you a nice clean hit to his newly shaved undercut, “ i hate you, so annoying ” you groaned planning on walking towards maki who was chatting away with nobara,

“ that’s obviously not what you told me last night,” he said outloud for only you to here “we can always recreate it again..in case you forgot” your eyes widen blush spreading all across your cheeks like a wildfire

“ you. you. YOU. ” lost for absolutely words you grabbed his collar shaking him, “ aw you love me so much you want to kiss me ” he laughed,

“ you love me so much that you want to tell kento—” he acted so cheekily he was about to expose the relationship without the slightest ideas. “ tell me what?” kento held a tight grip onto satoru’s shoulder, it’s as if satoru saw a ghost

“ th- that you have a lovely sister, she’s so lovely and strong” he turned his head slowly looking at kento who’s face was covered in shadow. expression unrecognizable. there was an undeniable silence that filled the air of the three of you. “ gojo..are you hitting on my sister?” you swore the silence between those two last for centuries.

“ uhm no i wasnt! ” (🤓☝️)

“ yes you are. ” his voice deepened sending chills down satoru’s spine. satoru started to wiggle out of kento’s grasp “the elders are calling me and you know me i have to listen to them” he squeaked at kento’s gaze, “ since when did you listen to the elders? ”

“ since TODAY! ” he made an escape, “ don’t run away from me you egotistical bastard ”

(end of flashback in spongebob voice)

“ he could quite literally rip my ass outta infinity and feed me megumi’s dogs! ” he dramatically started shaking you, “ he wouldn’t. ”

“ yes he would, he could kick my ass and would do it again and laugh” he continued shaking you like you were some kind of rag doll, “ you’re being dramatic. ”

“no im being real! he would like have you seen that hunk— ” you cover his mouth with your free hand, “ no he wouldn’t and please stop shaking me satoru ”, you could feel his lips form a pout under your hand,

“ no toru? satoru? did i really downgrade that much? ” moving your hand away from his mouth “ you haven’t given me a kiss at all today so no ” he stuck out his tongue at you, “ you’re so annoying ”

you quickly smashed your lips against his, his lips were so soft and tender against yours. the small breathes of yours tickled satoru’s upper lip.

your hands snaked back up to satoru’s hair pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, satoru taken by shock had a small grin form against his lips, you know he had that stupid cocky smile making you break into a smile,

realizing that you were not in the comfort of your own home or his, you quickly pulled away. pinkish red lip stick smothered all over his lips as if he had a drunken passionate make out session,

a whine had escaped his lips making your smile widen some more. “ there, you had your kiss now shoo ” you tried pushing him off your body with failed, “ that’s not fair, i cant just get one ”

“ now you’re being needy stop it satoru ” you bit your inner cheek trying to hold back a giggle, satoru just rolled his eyes placing small mini angel kisses around your lips, the crinkles of your eyes. the dimples, the moles. he loved your face it was one of his favorite features

satoru had you basically pressed against the wall near your office, small giggles escaped your lips as he kept pressing kisses. they were feathery and ticklish, the two of you had been in your own world you forgot you were at the school for a moment.

“ w..what the hell. ” you hear a deep voice. it was laced with mainly shock and a hint of disgust. the voice made you snap your head in the direction it came from, lord and behold the two of you were caught by none other than kento,

gojo groaned at the person interrupting him letting out a deep sigh slowly turning his head to where yours was, “ jeez man give us some— ” his voice was laced with annoyance before he even saw the person. by the time he looked over his eyes had widened as big as saucer pans,

mouth agaped, he knew he was caught and a part of him wanted to laugh and keep kissing you but his body wouldn’t listen to him, “ well shit. ”

“ gojo what are you doing with my sister ? ” his voice was calm but his face. his face screamed you better run before i catch you. “ well nothing. i was just asking her about something !! ” he defended himself trying to come up with a lie on the spot.

“ mhm and the lipstick smeared on your lips say otherwise ” he walked closer to the two of you, gojo desperately tried to get rid of the evidence. “ your glasses are fogging nanamin there was no lipstick stain! ” a small giggle escaped your lips watching the gojo satoru get rid of all evidence,

satoru’s whole demeanor shifted into a soft gooey attitude hearing a giggle escape your lips from his antics, kento wasn’t stupid. he noticed it a small smile formed on his lips knowing he has made you giggle laugh and smile, he had almost forgotten it was gojo satoru until that stupid blindfolded man held your hand,

clearing his throat, “ gojo. are you dating my younger sister? ” his face just turned cold. an irritation just washed over kento’s body, “ she’s your sister?? whatt that’s crazy i didn’t know you had a younger sister nanamin! ” he tried to play it off practically jumping away from you.

kento stared at him with an annoyed expression, gojo was a blabbering mess trying to explain himself, “ you’re basically female nanamin! that’s so crazy! ” he tried to laugh at the information he already knew,

“ i knew you were stupid but seriously the stupid act makes you look like a dumbass. ” kento’s scowl sent shivers down his spine, he started walking closer to satoru closing the distance

“ wait wait IM SORRY PLEASE IM SORRY. ” satoru pleaded hiding behind you, even though he knew his tall lanky ass wasn’t hiding himself.

[da-rulah]

hey!! hope you’re doing well :) your writing always makes my day better and you are so immensely talented, i mean it!! 🥺❤️

if you’re feeling up to it i would love to hear your headcanons on mary goore with an insecure s/o regarding their looks/body. no rush or pressure:)

Hi lovely! Thank you, I'm doing alright. Could be better, could be worse, but that's neither here nor there. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thank you so much, I'm so glad I can have a positive impact on someone's day 🥹

So Mary with an insecure reader, hm? Let's see what the brain rot builds...

NSFW 18+ MDNI!

TW/ No pronouns used but female genitalia referenced, blindfolding, talk of insecurities, body worship, fingering

You trusted Mary. Explicitly.

That's why you'd told him about your insecurities, told him you didn't mind if he wanted you to hide parts of yourself, to disguise your least favourite parts if he found them as repulsive as you.

What you hadn't expected, was to find yourself spread out in your underwear and the baggy shirt you'd thrown on that morning, blindfolded...

But still, you trusted him...

"You don't have to look at yourself if you don't want to..." he whispered into your ear, hovering above you, "but please... don't deny me the pleasure."

Your skin broke out into goosebumps, and if he hadn't been laying between them, your thighs would have pressed together in an attempt to find some friction.

Mary noticed your heart rate and knew he had to take this steady, to show you nothing but love - and of course, how fucking hot you made him...

He started by your ankles, planting kisses along the inside of both of your calves, your knees, reaching your thighs where his hands kneaded and squeezed at the flesh while his mouth worked to leave wet trails all over.

"Love these thighs... Fucking love that you could suffocate me between them if you wanted to..."

He avoided your core and instead brought his hands under the hem of the shirt you wore, roaming the bare skin underneath while his lips searched out any stretch marks you had, any moles or freckles, any scars, and marked them with a kiss.

He continued his ascent, his lips and hands roaming the soft expanse of your chest, paying close attention to your nipples as they stiffened under his touch.

Every sense was heightened with your vision hindered... his touch felt sensational.

You couldn't help the whimper that tumbled from your lips, and you felt Mary smirk against you.

He pushes your shirt higher, suckling at your collarbone while he reaches for your hairs, only to tangle them in his hair for you.

Involuntarily your hips rolled underneath him, pressing against him only to feel a familiar stiffness in his jeans...

"Feel that, baby? Feel what you fucking do to me?" he groaned against your neck. "Love every inch of you..."

Any hint of insecurity you had about your body had been wiped clean with the flick of his tongue.

"Mary, please..." you begged, for nothing in particular. He just chuckled beneath your ear, catching your lobe with his teeth.

"Tell me something you like about yourself..." he commanded, his voice low and yet somehow soft.

When you told him you didn't mind your thighs, he was between them in a flash.

"These thighs?" he asked, diving in again to leave open mouthed kisses to the soft flesh, casually nipping with his teeth every so often.

With an affirmative hum, he asked you for another, and subsequently focussed his kisses to wherever you told him you loved until you couldn't stand it any longer.

You told him you loved your core, hoping he might finally give you the attention you wanted.

Instead, he sat up onto his knees, his hands grabbing at your thighs. Suddenly, he dove his hand into your underwear, immediately shoving two long fingers inside you. All his teasing had you prepped and ready to take him.

"Oh, right here?"

The pleasure knocked the wind out of you and had your back arching off the bed.

"Mhm, right there..."

The way Mary worshipped you for the rest of the night, had you coming undone for him multiple times on his fingers, his tongue, toys and finally... finally... his cock...

Well, you'd never doubt how much Mary adored you and your body ever again.

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 11: Sensory deprivation

When James had made this particular suggestion to you, you couldn't help but get nervous (in a good way). Being tied up and blindfolded was something you hadn't expected at all, however, curiosity was more and you wanted to see what James could do with you like this, completely vulnerable and at his disposal.

All week, James had been literally kissing the ground you walked on, taking the princess treatment to a whole new level, until the day came. He had been looking forward to it and meticulously planning everything, he wanted you to be safe and comfortable.

He started by kissing you gently, it was a loving and gentle touch that was making you a little dizzy from the overload of emotions, he undressed you and kissed every bit of exposed skin as he made you lean back against the bed. They had agreed to have a safe word in case you needed to stop, as soon as he was sure you were ready, he got down to business.

He took your wrists, put them together to proceed to tie them in a soft bow, checked that they weren't too tight to hurt you and kissed your lips before slipping a blindfold over your eyes. You sighed shakily and bit your lip in anticipation.

"Let me just say, you look a lot prettier than I thought you would, like this, all laid out just for me" He chuckled and you felt his finger run along the contours of your body, you shuddered against the restraints and gasped. It was a bit of torture not being able to see him, but it was also exciting in a way.

Large hands spread your legs and held you like this, you supposed James was enjoying the sight of your dripping wet folds, the intrusion of something cold pressing against your clit made you squeal, your breath hitched and your back arched as you felt the object vibrate.

"James what..." you tried to ask but a finger rested on your lips.

"Don't worry, I just want to see how wet I can make you" Although you can't see him, you know he is smiling; you nod allowing him to continue but you need to do something to tease him too, so you lick the finger that is against your mouth, put it between your lips and suck, you hear James' shuddering moan and you can't help but feel proud.

However your thoughts were erased as you felt the vibrations increase in your clit, you moaned loudly and your pussy contracted, you needed to feel James inside, stretching you as only he could. He seemed to notice your need so he hurriedly fiddled with your hole, just tentatively inserting the tip of his finger.

"Please...I need it" you begged him in barely a whisper, you heard his chuckle and soon he was fingering you, the vibrator still against your pussy making you feel double the pleasure.

His fingers slowly fuck you, your body squirms for more, you moan his name like a prayer maybe he will have mercy on you and give you what you need, you need him balls deep in you. You are desperate for his touch, you need to feel him close as you don't have the luxury of seeing or touching him, it's torture and you know very well he is enjoying it.

"What's wrong honey, anything you need to say?" he asks teasingly, pulling his attentions away from you. You growl in frustration and struggle again against the restraints.

"James, please stop teasing...I need you."

You may be being a bit of a spoiled brat but you can't help it, every nerve ending in your body wants that man to fuck you like a beast, you love the anticipation, however, not being able to at least feel him is driving you crazy.

James hums, running his hands over your tits and massaging them in the process, you feel his body heat hovering over you.

"How can I deny my sweet girl anything, huh?" you feel him leave a kiss on your cheek and without warning, your thighs are pulled up to your chest, holding you open. You feel James' big fat cock stretch you in one lunge, you gasp desperately as he begins to fuck you roughly, his balls slapping against your ass as his hands rest on your thighs to keep them pressed against your chest, the angle making him go deep enough to feel it in your womb.

James pins you against the mattress with every thrust of his hips, your hands are numb from the restraint but you don't care because just fucking you like that, in that raw and wild way makes you cum in spurts all over his abdomen and thighs, the splashing sounds he creates as he buries his cock deep inside you is all you hear after your moans of complete ecstasy. You are in subspace from the amount of sensations you just went through, it's like being in the clouds while he uses you to cum.

You feel the warmth of his cum spread across your chest, you barely sigh as you feel his full weight fall delicately against you, he encloses them in a lazy embrace; his trembling hand undoes the blindfold from your eyes, the light is suddenly blinding but when you get used to it, you see his smiling face with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, you smile back at him and manage to kiss him.

He was a mess just like you.

I hope this didn't come off as a bad imitation of 50 Shades of Grey lol

[deathmetalunicorn1]

May I request Nikola and Beelzebub with a female dom reader :3?

Minors DNI

-Beelzebub felt his throat bob as looked up at you the way all women want to be looked at, with fear in his eyes, as you smirked down at him, wearing a rather risqué looking outfit.

-The two loves of your life wanted to experiment a bit more in the bedroom, and after a bit of discussing, you offered to introduce them to something~

-Neither one expected to be in this situation only a half hour later.

-Beelzebub was sitting on a chair positioned in front of the bed, his legs spread apart with a spreader bar, and his wrists attached to the bar, holding him completely open, a gag ball in his mouth and a collar around his neck, which you were gently tugging on, smiling down at him.

-You slid the riding crop down his chest before tapping it gently against his tip, making him groan out, his eyes clenching shut as you giggled softly, “Good~ now then- I’m going to go and attend to our little scientist, and you’re going to hold it until I finish with him and come back to you, understand?”

-He didn’t answer you, as you kept tapping your crop against his tip and you slapped down a bit harder on his thigh, making his eyes shoot open, “Understand~” he nodded softly, breathing heavily through his nose.

-You adjusted the bullet vibrated attached to just below his tip, making sure it wasn’t going to move and you pressed the button on the remote in your hand, starting him off on low, making him groan out.

-You smiled, turning back to Nikola, who was bound on your bed as well with his knees and wrists strapped to a spreader bar, but face down, presenting everything to you both, a milking machine slowly stroking him as he was groaning out, begging for more as his eyes were covered by a silk mask.

-You crawled onto the bed behind him, slapping his ass lightly, making him groan out, wanting more as you slid your arms around him, your hands sliding to his cock as you turned off the milking machine.

-Nikola bucked into your hands, “No- please I-I was- so-so close!” you slapped his ass again, making him hiss out, “Now-now pet, don’t be greedy. You get to cum when I say you do~”

-He wiggled softly, not arguing with you, not wanting to risk you denying him again. You were quite cruel if you wanted to be, edging him and denying him over and over again.

-You unstrapped him from the spreader bar, “Now, lay flat on your belly my dear Nikola~” he did as he was told and his back arched slightly when you pressed a kiss to his spine in the middle of his back, rewarding him.

-You straddled his back and he shivered, feeling your wetness against his back as you began to rock against him, your hips rutting against his back at his waist. His hands wound into the blankets, moaning so pretty for you, begging you.

-You felt yourself getting hot, he was such a good boy for you, and you lifted yourself, “Flip over~” he quickly did, his hands catching your hips as he almost knocked you off before he wound them into the blankets again.

-Nikola hissed out as you rutted against his cock, rubbing against him but not letting him enter you as he gasped out, begging you for more and more as you moaned out softly, feeling his hips bucking against you.

-You smiled down at him, pulling off his blindfold and as soon as he saw your alluring body above him, still wearing your alluring outfit, his hands came to your hips as he quickly came undone, moaning out.

-You weren’t mad, smiling down at him as you leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Good boy~ you were so good for me~ now then- turn over and watch me do the same to our Bee-Bee.”

-As you slid off of him, your pussy throbbing slightly as you smirked at Beelzebub, who was trying to buck his hips up. He had no idea how hot it would be, watching you pleasure Nikola and leaving him alone, and now he wanted you so badly he could scream.

-You released his hands but not his legs before sliding on leg up on the chair, hovering just above his cock, the vibrator still going as you smiled, “Do you want me?” he nodded his head frantically, looking desperate, and you smirked, slowly sliding yourself down, a moan leaving your lips and he threw his head back as you didn’t remove the vibrator, which was now deep inside you and pressing further into him.

-You remained still as his hands gripped the chair and you licked your lips, “Let’s see how long you can stay still~” you lifted the remote and his eyes went wide, and you clicked it up to max and instantly you squealed, feeling the vibrations deep within you.

-Beelzebub felt his eyes cross and his vision go white at the same time before he felt you rocking against him, moaning out so deliciously before you pulled the gag out, letting it fall, “Tell me Bee~ do you want to cum?”

-His mouth was open, unable to form words, his mind going blank as he was overwhelmed and you smirked, rocking harder, sending him deeper and deeper before you grabbed his collar, choking him just slightly and you squealed as his hips snapped up into you and you felt him throbbing deep within you, filling you as you quickly reached your high afterwards.

-You slowly pulled off as Beelzebub was panting, his breaths coming in rapidly, wanting you to remove the vibrator and you smiled down at him, doing it slowly.

-Ten minutes later, after cleaning yourself and your lovers up, peppering them with kisses, bringing them down from their highs, “So what did you guys think?”

-Beelzebub was laying face down next to you, feeling you petting his hair, “I can’t feel my legs.” You giggled softly as Nikola’s head was on your shoulder, “I’m so drained.”

-You felt that was the best praise you could receive, “So do you want to try more new things tomorrow?” both men quickly answered, “NO!” which made you laugh, as they said they needed a break, but they couldn’t lie that they weren’t excited for the next time you did something like this, just not so soon.

[hemlockbeauty]

He fucked my throat after a few months of denying my mouth of tasting his cock 💘👰‍♂️

There was a moment when I was gagging hard and readied myself to pull back, but he held onto my jaw and grabbed my hair to further push his cock in and used my throat as a fleshlight. As his hips moved faster, he told me to hold out my hands and cupped them together, waiting for his cum. He made sure I knew I wasn’t worthy of swallowing it. I could still hear him laughing as he pulled out and stroked himself to my pathetic cries.

“This is how it will be,” he said. “Put your hands out further, that’s right. You’ll be kneeling just like this, begging for my cum, and I’ll be generous to you, yeah? No, keep them there.” He smacked me twice.

“If you move to taste what’s in your hands again, I’ll stuff you in the closet and lock you in there until morning. You know you were never going to have my cum on your tongue. What were you thinking? It’s sitting in your palms, is it not? Why don’t you thank me, hm? At least I’ve been so kind to allow you to look at it. You ungrateful mutt.”

Before he made me face the corner, he stuffed my mouth with his socks and ordered that I never take my eyes off what he’s gifted me. It was humiliating. My hands I held before my chest, still saving his puddle of cum as if he was going to change his mind and allow me to taste it. I kneeled, slumping over in the corner, my eyes teary from the throat-fucking, I couldn’t do anything but feel sorry for myself. I thought it would’ve been better maybe, that he made me wear a blindfold, so I wouldn’t have had to stare at how pathetic and sad I was.

[luna-misera]

im giggling and kicking my feet at your general Primo hcs PLEASE (if you would like to and are comfortable with doing so) can you write some ✨spicy✨ peepaw Primo hcs?? <3

AHA! I knew one of you would come crawling to me eventually. I just had to leave you wanting more. Of course, my little anonymous ghoul~ I have to make sure you stay hydrated!

Primo could absolutely make me blush in less than 5 minutes

NSFW Primo HCs

Warning(s): VERY NSFW (duh) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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• Primo can absolutely still get it on.

• Of course with his age comes a certain level of experience~

• He knows exactly how to pleasure your body, but he starts by getting into your head.

• Primo begins by denying you what you want. He instigates things with an 'innocent' hand on your thigh, and he waits for you to ask him for it.

• Depending on his mood Primo might make you beg for it, but if he's just as eager as you then he's all yours.

• He likes to build anticipation first. His hands roam your body while he gives you soft and tender kisses. As you grow more desperate he gets more eager.

• While he prefers to give, Primo is not opposed to receiving. He wants to please you first and foremost.

• If he is on top, Primo gives you everything. He likes to be in control, and he will leave you absolutely breathless.

• If he's on the bottom, Primo enjoys letting himself go. He lets you take the reins and use his body to fulfill whatever you desire.

• Primo has a freakier side too. When it comes to kinks he enjoys a little bit of bondage, sensation play, and of course he has a praise kink.

• He loves telling you how good you are for him, and often whispers words of praise in Italian while he's fucking you.

• Equally, Primo loves hearing you tell him how good he is, and how well he's pleasuring you.

• If he's feeling a bit sadistic (with your consent) he'll feed you an aphrodisiac before tying to the bed and blindfolding you. Primo will take great pleasure in teasing all of your senses while you're squirming and begging for release.

• For aftercare he tells you how good you were, and likes it when you reassure him that you enjoyed it. You can tell him if you didn't like something because his goal is always to please you.

• He can be cruel if you want him to be, but he can also be tame and gentle with you. Primo likes to take the time to find out what level (if any) of hard/rough you prefer.

• His favorite position is missionary because he finds it romantic. He likes looking you in the eye when you reach your climax.

• When it comes to location he prefers to have you on a bed where it is the most comfortable for both of you. However, sometimes he feels adventurous and enjoys having you in places where you might be heard but never seen.

• He doesn't want to be caught simply because he doesn't want anyone else to see you. Your body is for his eyes only. Just the idea of them hearing what he does to you is enough.

• Over the years he's had a lot of practice giving oral. This man is so skilled with his fingers and tongue. He will elicit sounds from you that you didn't even know you were capable of making. Primo knows exactly what buttons to push and when to push them.

• If you offer to give him oral in return he'll gladly accept, but he'll also assure you it isn't necessary. He gives you so much praise while you're going down on him.

• No matter what you two get up to, Primo is sure to take care of you in the best way possible.

[doing-something-unholy]

You truly are adorable. It's very difficult to not just give you what you want but it just gets better and better the more desperate you get.

I'm starting to think about how cute you'd look chained to a wall, flushed and disheveled. I'm almost thinking that undressing before you would be enough to have you struggling against your restraints.

But you've been such a good boy for me, so I will allow you one moment of sodomy. If we blindfold you, there will be no holy eyes to witness the things I plan to do to you. It's for your own good.

I'll make sure to press my body against yours before doing anything, my thick strap pressed against you as I teasingly kiss your neck. Your pleading whimpers are too cute to not milk for all they are worth.

Then when you feel like you can't possibly beg any longer, I'll finally alleviate your desperation for the moment. Pushing into you at an agonizingly slowly pace.

My own desires would already have taken over by that point, having a man of the cloth in such a vulnerable position would destroy any of the resolve I try to hard to keep together. Before I know it, I'd be using you senselessly like some sort of animal.

You want this, don't you Father? You beg so pretty for me. God will forgive our momentary lapse in reason if you repent. It feels so good, it couldn't possibly be unholy. Why would God give us such glorious pleasure and deny it to his most loyal?

By the time I'm done with you and my own senses have returned, I'll make sure to be extra careful as I free you. The only sounds that fill the room would be our own panting. I'd press kisses to mark left on your skin, my own form of reconciliation. I care so deeply for you, I wouldn't treat you the way I do if I didn't.

Then just before I let you go, surely you'd be needed within the church by then...I'd sit on the floor with my legs spread. My still unclothed body still visible in the dimmly lit room. I'd give you one chance before I return to denying you... I'd allow you to truly taste me. The choice of whether or not to accept is yours, Father. 😘

- ✝️🐾

(ooc: I'm so these have been so long, you seem to inspire me greatly.)

I appreciate that you think I'd even consider not taking the chance to taste you, especially after all that. I'm already so worked up and desperate, being chained up would have me whining, let alone seeing you undress. And feeling the strap, knowing what you're about to do, and just waiting for it would break the last of my resolve. It would be like I had no vows, no thought to how sinful any of it is, just reveling in how good it feels. If seeing a man of the cloth vulnerable drives you wild imagine seeing me so unrestrained, moaning freely at the feeling.

I wouldn't hesitate to taste you afterwards, thanking you for showing me that pleasure, for being so good to me. Trying my best to make you feel just as good.