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smthing that's been constant in my mind when it comes to Soap- him just edging you and then whe he finally fucks you properly and he's close to finishing he just... pulls out and cums on you instead of allowing you to feel full of him; he absolutely worships you afterwards and makes sure you're taken care of but not before being absolutely evil

ohhh thats just cruel anon. i love it and it's something soap would totally do!! he likes to be a wee shite before absolutely worshiping and pleasuring you, he enjoys how squirmy and whiny you get !!

warnings/tags: soap x gn reader, rough sex, teasing, degradation, slightly mean soap, aftercare

you're panting and gasping as your body is continuously pushed further and further up the bed from johnny's strong thrusts. his hips smack into the meat of your arse, and it hurts so good - dark bruises bound to show up afterwards.

"tha' good hen?" johnny groans, a wicked smile on his face as he towers above you, one hand gripping at your hip while the other trails up to your stomach, pushing down on the bulge he creates in your stomach. a high pitched whine leaves you at the sensation, your hole stuffed full, tightening and pulsing around his thick cock.

"cannae speak? c'mon, tell me how it feels." he coos, pouting down at you but as he does this, his hips pick up pace and force, pretty much making you unable to respond from the overwhelming pleasure. "fucked ye dumb, haven't i? jus' a cockdrunk slut now." he chuckles to himself, continuing his mean pace as you start to slip away.

well that is until he comes to a stop, hips slowing down all of a sudden and your head tilts up, dazed eyes staring up at him. "wh-wha? johnnyyyy." you whimper, trying to ask him what he's doing but he stays silent, instead thrusting slowly and shallowly, so he isn't hitting any sensitive spots inside of you and instead pleasuring just himself.

your hips buck up and grind down, trying so desperately to chase his cock but you don't get much chance before big hands and wrapping around your hips and forcefully pinning you down into the mattress. "yer so selfish love, jus' let me enjoy mysel for a minute and take ma time then i'll get back tae fuckin ye, awright?" he groans.

you whine and complain all through it but he pays no mind to you and before he knows it, he's close. you can tell from his tale tell signs, like how his eyes struggle to stay open from the pleasure and the way his hips twitch. your mind get's floaty with the idea of him filling you up to the brim, feeling his hot load coating your insides.

but then, you feel him pull out and instead grind down into your thigh, panting and moaning as his cock gives a slight twitch before spurting cum all over your stomach. "nononon- johnny whyyyy!" you squirm, but his hands keep you pressed into the mattress as his head tips back to let out throaty groans, his hips lazily grinding down against your skin.

once it becomes too much, he stops his hips and looks down at you with an innocent smile. "fit's wrong with ye?" he asks, head tilting to the side just like a puppy. you slap his chest, "you know whats wrong! why didn't you come inside of me?" you question, arms crossing against your chest and he laughs.

"didnae feel like it, why? ye mad hen?" he says with a dismissive laugh that has your body running hot. "...maybe." you mutter, looking away from him and he coos down at you. "dinnae worry, i'll treat ye well now eh? fuckin worship ye, tha' will make ye better aye?" he questions, one hand coming away from your hip to instead grab your face and make you look up at him again. you nod shyly up at him and he leans down to give you a messy hot kiss.

the rest of the night is spent with him between your thighs, taking his time pleasuring you with his mouth in just the right way, how you like it the most. hours spent with his tongue wrapped around your sensitive spots and inside of your hole, really taking his time with you before he finally fucks you again, making sure to fill you up just how you wanted.

he makes up for his mean teasing earlier by making you cum more than three times, watching the way your brain leaks out of you. and by the time he's done, you're almost asleep on your shared bed, eyes struggling to stay open which he finds endearing.

he cleans you up slowly, wiping down your body before dressing you in one of his t-shirts and tucking you into bed, leaving you to sleep as he holds you to his chest and gently pets your head. "proud of ye, sweetheart." johnny mumbles into your ear.

if 👉👈 i wrote some uhem smut 👉👈 would yall be mad?

i have a two parter in the works and i dont wanna push the limit too much 👉👈

Part 1/2

Pairing: Dukexiety, mentioned moceit and intrulogical Words: 1993 Genre: heavy angst (self deprecation, feeling unlovable, heart break), mentions of smut, mentions of foot

“Oh emo~” Virgil spun around, noticing Remus has managed to get into his room without alerting him. “There you are.” He started walking forward but Virgil jumped back.

“Remus? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, emo, don’t be act like a deer hit by a car, we’re friends, so of course I’ll wanna check in!” There was a glint in eyes, and something told Virgil he should run. Another pat of him didn’t want to.

“F-friends?” This didn’t make sense. Remus should hate him. He was so... “But I was so mean, I left and-”

“Water under the bridge.”

“No Remus, please, I should apologise, I was going to-”

“Virgie-”

“I’m so sorry, I was so scared they’d hate me-”

“Virge-”

“I thought if they liked me, then they’d warm up to you-”

“Virgil!” The dark cloud that had begun to form around the anxious side slowly began to fade away. He looked up, tears streaming down his face, ruining his eyeshadow. “Water under the bridge.”

“I don’t deserve that, though,” Virgil said. Remus opened his mouth, but Virgil put up his hands. “I need to apologise. Properly.” He took a shaky breath, wiping his eyes with his hoodie. “I am sorry. I was so mean to you and Janus. There’s no excuse, and I would completely understand if neither of you spoke to me again. There’s no changing what I said and did, I know that.” He takes another deep breath. “I was desperate to fit in and I let their opinions cloud mine. I’m sorry.” Remus was quiet, uncharacteristically so. He moved over closer to Virgil again, and this time the anxious side didn’t jump back.

“Water under the bridge.” He was getting closer and the glint in his eyes was spreading. “Tickle me emo, let’s say I was mad at you, do you think I would be here?” Virgil shook his head, unable to form a single sentence. “You’ve been so stressed, I’ve noticed. Now that Thomas had... reluctantly accepted me as part of his mind, I think it’s time we had a chat.”

“Chat?”

“As your aware, Roman’s creativity is a lot more, PG13 than mine,” Remus said. “Ya know, unicorns and dragons, mine, however,” A grin was spreading over his face. He was in Virgil’s personal space now. Virgil tried to take a step back, but we met with the wall. “Is a little more, 18 and over. You know, I’m more of the kinky one.” Virgil gulped. “And I’ve noticed none of you really like to, what’s the word? Indulge yourselves, you especially, little emo.”

“Remus-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not here to judge.” His arms were on either side of Virgil’s head, caging him. “You always seem so pent up and stressed. It worries everyone because, when you relax, Thomas does too. The others tend to let you de-stress by yourself, but that hasn’t been working, has it?” Virgil felt he should lie and shake his head but the look in Remus’ eyes today him that he could see right through him. He nodded. “Then, I thought, maybe I can help?” Virgil’s breath caught in his throat. No matter how many times he imagined a situation like this, he still didn’t understand how it could be happening.

For as long as he remembered, it’s always been Remus. Ever since he first met him, after the split. Yes, he terrified the life out of him, but he listened. He always knew how to read Virgil like no one else could, and that both terrified him and interested him. 

But then he’d left. He’s said horrible things because he was scared and stupid, begging for approval. He’d hurt Remus. Yet here he was, caging Virgil him, forcing him to come face to face with his feelings.

“R-Remus...” His voice was so soft and strained, and his face was red. “I don’t know... I don’t know what you-”

“Oh, I think you do.” Virgil felt Remus’ knee nudge between his legs and Virgil panted. Holy fuck. “I think you know exactly what I’m trying to say.” Virgil found himself nodding, his eyes fluttering closed, head fallen back. “Ah ah, I need you to look at me.” A hand on his chin brought his face back down, his eyes locking with Remus’. “I need an answer.” At his silence, Remus moved to his neck, sucking, and biting gently.

“Maybe... maybe we shouldn’t do- fuck, rem...”

“Tell me to go.” Their eyes met. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll leave.” Virgil blinked.

“I...” He panted as he shifted, feeling Remus’ leg between his. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“Tell you that.”

“And why is that.” It would be a lie. Remus was smirking. “So, is that a yes?”

“Yes.” Remus smirked, leaning in and their lips mushed together. Virgil’s heart was pounding. He was becoming a tad overwhelmed but he would rather die than stop this. After years of pining, Remus was kissing him, and holding his and- 

He broke the kiss to pant as Remus moved his leg. The side smirked.

“C’mon emo, let’s go lie down.” Virgil only nodded, following Remus’ lead and lying down. Remus climbed on top of him. “You still look so nerveous. Do you want to back out?” ‘This is your chance to say no.’ But he didn’t want to.

“N-no- I just...” Virgil groaned as Remus’ lips resumed their exploration. “I want this.” Remus’ face reappeared, a wolfish grin on his face.

“Good, little emo.” Their lips met in a soft, quick kiss. “Very good.”

Virgil woke up alone. This didn’t hurt (he swears he didn’t), Remus was a busy person, dammit. Despite how hard he tried, Virgil couldn’t avoid the dumb smile that split his face. Remus. He had... Did this mean he liked him? For once, Virgil’s mind wasn’t plagued by anxiety. For once, the crushing pain on his chest lifted. 

“Hey Virge?” Patton knocked on his door. “You up?” Virgil, realising he was still naked (no, he did not blush {he did}) and quickly grabbed a shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Yeah, popstar, give me two seconds, I’m changing!” He grabbed his hoodie and his jeans and put them on quickly. He moved over to the door, swinging it open with a small smile. “Hey.” Patton smiled, holding up two plates.

“Everyone seems to have disappeared, so I was just coming round to see if you wanted to have dinner with me?” Virgil nodded. 

“’course. Here or..?”

“I figured we could use the communal area, as long as we don’t spill it on the couch, Lo won’t know,” Patton said, giggling. The two synced out and synced back into the common room. “Movie?”

“Oh, hell yeah. We haven’t hung out in a while; we should make an evening of it.” Patton smiled so wide, cause Virgil to chuckle. 

“Black Cauldron?” Virgil nodded at the two snuggled down. Midway through the movie, after the plates were pushed aside, Virgil glanced over at Patton, smiling. He blinked and for a second, he could’ve sworn he saw Janus, not Patton. He blinked, returning his eyes to his lap as a shame seemed to creep over him. The things he’d said and done to Janus... He moved his gaze from lap to the Tv. He would apologise, and maybe, just maybe, the other side would forgive him

The movie night ended later than expected. After Black Cauldron, they decided on Toy Story (Patton cried), then Brave (Virgil spoke in a Scottish accent until Patton cried laughing) and finally Moana (Virgil cried a little bit). It was late and Virgil knew he had to go to sleep. He had been hoping Remus would show up, but he knows he can’t get overly dependent on the creative side, it wouldn’t be healthy. So, he simply decided he would talk to him tomorrow. As they were retreating to their rooms, Patton pat him on the shoulder.

“I just wanted to say that I’m glad you seem a bit more relaxed-” (Virgil willed himself not to blush because he did not want to explain that) “- but I wanted to let you know that if you ever need me, I’m here to talk.” Virgil nodded. Patton smiled, beginning to walk away.

“Hey Pat?” Patton turned around. “You and Janus are... a thing, right?” Patton tensed slightly, preparing himself for where this might go. “I just... god that sounds condescending. I wanted to tell you that...” Virgil took a deep breath, taking Patton’s outstretched hands, squeezing them slightly. “I wanted to let you know that I’m really happy for you.” Patton’s eyes filled with tears and even Virgil couldn’t resist pulling him into a hug. It was warm and sweet.

“I- Thank you, Virgil!” Virgil smiled.

“It’s the least I can do, Popstar.”

The next morning, Virgil felt like a man on a mission. He would find Remus and they would talk about... that night. He got dressed, put on his make up before heading to the common room. Logan was already there, reading a book. Virgil smiled at him before going to get a cup of coffee.

“You’re up unusually early, Virgil,” Logan said. “Did you actually wake up early or did you never go to sleep?”

“Nah, I slept, I’ve just got something I needed to do today, so I guess I couldn’t sleep in.”

“Oh, something important? If so maybe talking to someone or, as the ‘youths’ would put it, spilling the tea, might help you come up with a plan to achieve said mission.” Virgil chuckled at him slightly before going over to the couch, carrying a mug for himself and Logan.

“Uh, I wanted to talk to Remus actually. I slept in late yesterday, so I didn’t see him. I was just gonna ask him something,” Virgil said.

“if knowing his location helps, he is in my room.” Virgil choked on his coffee. “Or at least, he was when I awoke.”

“Sorry,” Virgil said, coughing and wiping up the spilt coffee. “Did he sleep over...? I didn’t realise you were that close of friends.”

“Well, we’re all factors of Thomas’ mind. He said I needed to relax, which honestly was a little rude,” Logan said and alarm bells started going off in Virgil’s head. “So we, uhm, had intercourse.”

Sometimes, there’s moments where you can actually feel everything crashing around you. All the ideas and notions, crashing and shattering. Like a broken mirror, or a broken heart. 

Logan’s mouth was moving but Virgil couldn’t hear him and he was beginning to blur due to the tears in his eyes.

‘I’m so stupid.’ Virgil couldn’t move. He couldn’t feel his limbs. ‘I’m so stupid. Why would he ever... Of course, he didn’t like me. He was just taking one for the team.’

“Virgil, why are you crying? Has something happened or are you experiencing a panic attack?” He could hear more voices, as more people came into the room, but he couldn’t decipher one from the other.

‘I’m so pathetic. Why are you surprised? of course he doesn’t like you. He barely tolerates you. You are-’

“What’s got the emo so upset?” Virgil’s eyes, almost subconsciously, locked with Remus’. There was no glint, no warmth. They were just eyes. He never realised just how stupid he could be. 

Without a word and without explanation, he sunk out, his mug slipping out of his hand and smashing to the ground. He moved to his room, closing the door, and locking it, letting the tears fall. The dark cloud was surrounding him. He deserved this. He moved to his bed, ignoring the knocking at the shouting. He sobbed, letting all of his emotions out.

Of course, Remus would never love him. He was too emotional. He was too anxious. And he had hurt Remus. He didn’t deserve it. 

Lying in his bed, his pillow wet with tears and snot, he realised that he was just unlovable.

PART 2 IS HERE

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒!

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: JJK men & their nasty, perverted habits . . . ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, & choso.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: MINORS DNI — fem! reader, reader wears a dress, drinking, smut, grinding, whining, riding, masturbation, panty stealing, touching, creampie, penetration, unprotected, etc.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐘! - NANAMI

Kento Nanami is a gentleman.

He always opens doors for you, never shows up late for dates, and is truly an old-fashioned romantic.

However, he just can’t keep his hands to himself.

The two of you are attending an important gathering related to his corporate job. There’s expensive drinks, classical music, and soft chatter.

You and Nanami make your way around, engaging in small talk while sipping on champagne, and Nanami’s large hand is pressed against your back.

You’re having a conversation with the wife of his boss, and Nanami’s hand starts to go lower and lower, and he grabs your ass rather quickly. You keep your composure, but Nanami’s breath hitches a bit as he clears his throat.

Feeling your ass, even just for a second, was starting to make him lose control.

“Sorry, if you’ll excuse us for a moment,” Nanami suddenly says before dragging you away.

He takes you into one of the bathrooms and shoves you up against the sink.

“Kento,” you whine. “We’re at a gathering.”

“I know,” he whispers into your ear. “I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Nanami starts to grind his hard, clothed dick against your ass, moaning softly.

You simply looked too phenomenal in that dress. As his hard cock strains painfully against the fabric of his pants, the only form of relief came when your ass rubbed against it.

“We need to leave,” he grips your hips, pressing himself against you even more as you gripped the edges of the bathroom counter. “If I don’t take you home now, I’ll cum right in my pants.”

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑! - GOJO

Satoru Gojo was ready to stuff you with his seed as soon as you both made it home after your wedding.

He had often dreamed about having children with you, but in particular, he wanted to fill you up until he couldn’t physically cum anymore.

Gojo thrusted in and out of you at a quick pace. His hand was pressed underneath your knee as he held your leg back, as close to your chest as he could. You could feel him inside of you even more that way. The thick veins running along his cock rubbed your walls deliciously, and the way your body jerked from his thrusts were starting to make you dizzy.

And he couldn’t get enough. By now, he had finished inside of you already, but he had to do it a second time. Perhaps, a third time as well.

His balls tightened as another orgasm started to overwhelm him, and he groaned.

“I’m gonna cum again, baby,” he warned. “I’m gonna cum deep inside of you. You’re gonna take it all for me, right?”

You nodded eagerly.

“I gotta fill you up — I have to.” As another load of his cum shot out of his aching dick and inside of you, he pressed a hand down against your stomach.

“You feel it?” He continued to thrust and moan. He needed to stuff you as much as he could. “You feel my cum, don’t you?”

“There’s so much of it,” you said with a soft moan.

He was still cumming and cumming, and it didn’t seem like he would ever stop. And, god, he hoped he wouldn’t somehow.

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇! - GETO

Suguru Geto was a man who always knew what to say. His words were always powerful and wise.

They were also downright filthy, too.

No matter where you both were — at dinner in a nice restaurant, in the movie theater, at the airport — Geto couldn’t help but press his lips against your ear, and whisper something he knew would get your panties wet.

Today in particular, you were both at the grocery store, waiting in line patiently with a cart full of food.

Suddenly, Geto pressed himself against your backside. To nearby shoppers, he simply seemed like an affectionate partner, but you knew what was coming.

Geto leaned down a bit, his warm breath patting against your ear.

“Let’s head home after this. I really wanna eat your pussy before dinner. Let’s see how much of your cum I can swallow.”

“Suguru,” you whispered softly. “We’re in public.”

“No one can hear me, sweet girl. I bet I could reach my hand into your pants and rub your clit, and no one would notice. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I-”

“Shhh,” he smiled a bit, although you couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until we get home, but once we do, we’re gonna fuck and fuck all night long.”

He gave your ear a slow, little lick, and stepped away from you, grinning as he started to put the groceries on the conveyor belt.

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐘! - CHOSO

“Please,” a soft, desperate whine fell from Choso’s lips. “Make me cum again, please.”

The gorgeous guy started to squirm around beneath you, attempting to raise his hips, chasing the feeling of your tight cunt around him.

“Ride me again,” Choso gripped your hips. “Please ride me again.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly, he started to glide you up and down along his cock, moaning softly.

“You’re so impatient,” you teased. Despite your words, you helped him out by pressing your hands against his chest, and riding him once again.

“Oh my god,” Choso whispered. “Feels so good. Don’t stop, okay? I need to cum again.”

Your pussy milked his cock until he could no longer form any coherent sentences.

“Baby, please . . . shit, baby. I can’t hold it, I can’t- please, oh fuck.”

Moan after moan fell from between his pretty lips, and without warning — he couldn’t speak well enough to say anything — Choso shot another load of cum right inside of you.

You both paused to catch your breath, but not for long, as Choso started to squirm around once again.

“Another,” he whined softly. “Don’t stop, please. Do it again . . . I wanna cum again.”

𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑! - TOJI

When Toji Fushiguro asked to come to your house, you thought nothing of it.

It wasn’t unusual for him to come over, but little did you know, he had a habit of snooping around.

He liked to see what kind of things you had in your home, and eventually, he knew by heart what brand of toothpaste you preferred and whether you kept certain condiments in the fridge or in the cabinet.

But, his favorite place to snoop was in your bedroom.

Often, he’d say, “I’m gonna go piss,” while getting up from the couch and making his way down the hall. But he never went into the bathroom.

He’d go into your bedroom instead and open your drawer, growing hard at the sight of your undergarments.

He’d typically just steal one pair of panties and shove them into his pocket.

But it wasn’t good enough.

After all, your underwear smelled like detergent. It didn’t smell like you — or, more specifically, your sweet pussy.

That was when he snuck into your laundry room and went into your dirty clothes hamper, digging until he found the perfect pair of used panties.

He shoved them into his pocket, and returned to the living room.

Later on, when he got home, he put those panties right into his mouth, jerking off as he daydreamed about eating your pussy. It was magical, especially now that he knew how it would taste.

Then, he laced those panties around his hard cock, fucking his fist as he shot load after load into the soft material, moaning your name as he did so.

🏷: @sad-darksoul

Crybaby choso who instantly bottoms out and begins to blubber the second he’s in your pretty cunt, the feeling of your gummy walls far too much for his pathetic cock. Hiding his face in your plush breasts as you began grinding your hips and murmuring. “S’okay baby, you told mommy you could take it? Why we cryin’?”

Needy boy Choso who patiently waits for you, laid in bed as he occasionally ruts in the air, waiting for you to get out the shower, letting out muffled whimpers as he bites his lip, patiently waiting for your cock, needing to be filled and who can do that? Only you.

Geto, the type of guy to have you on his lap, your legs pressed up to your chest and hanging over his arms as he holds your back to his chest, a bullet vibrator taped to your leaking pussy as you both watch a movie with your body jittering in his arms as he chuckles quietly.

Mean Nanami who just cant help but overstim your precious cunt:(

Gently licking, sucking, biting, rubbing that sweet bundled nub to make you squirm, fingers pumping out of your sopping pussy, your pretty mewls and babbles filling his ears as he ruts into the bed.

“Shhh s’okay.. one more, please?”

i saw ur requests were open.. please.. please give me yuji x camgirl!gf … i fear i will perish if my thirst isn’t quenched.

signed,

- yuji glazer suffering with the lack of ppl writing yuji fics

Ooohhh i would just like to apologise for not specifying but i wont be writing smuts for 17- characters>.< As much as I appreciate you choosing me to ask for this I just don’t feel comfortable doing it<3

Though I will be writing the ask it just wont be dedicated for Yuji!^^

He really couldn't deny how pretty you were (not that he wanted to), biting his lip as he sits on the living room couch, trying ignore the fact you were pleasuring yourself on camera just a room down which was agonising him.

His pretty little girlfriend probably laid on their bed, touching her needy cunny whilst desperately moaning and reading out whatever donation she got… his hands tensing slightly around his phone, trying to calm down the raging boner in his pants by focusing on something else, which wasn't working.

He allowed his gaze to wonder to your bedroom door before quickly turning his attention back to his phone.. maybe he could just take a small peek? Something that would satiate his growing need. His thumbs fumbling to quickly open the notification that appeared not too long away, signalling your live started.

His poor cock twitching the second he saw your slightly fucked out face, rubbing a vibrator along your needy clit that was practically begging for more. Quickly tugging the waist bands of his pants down with a soft whimper, pulling the throbbing length out with a soft whine. His spit landing on the precum covered tip, gently rubbing it along the shaft with a small pant.

He didn’t break his gaze from his phone, watching your once free hand begin to pump your fingers in and out whilst weakly responding to chat. He WISHED he could be in there with you right now, wishing he could fuck you dumb infront of chat, his gaze landing on your breasts that were slightly jiggling as your fingers got faster “h-ha- thank you” you whimpered, your voice cutting him out of his weak trance, listening to you respond to whatever the donation was.

His hand quickly moved in response to your movements, trying to imagine it was him pleasing you, pretending his hand was your warm cunt, softly whining in response to your moans. He really needed you, squeezing his tip softly which elicited a sharp cry from his mouth as his hips bucked, getting closer to the brink of an orgasm.

He wanted to cry from how much he desired you on top of him, needing your breasts bouncing in his face whilst you praise him. He needed you, softly groaning and whining loudly as he reaches an orgasm, his back arching in response as his cum squirts into the air and landing on his twitchy thigh.

S’not fair:( poor baby needs you

College teacher Geto who has you infront of the class with your legs spread, pushing dildos in more and more, rubbing your clit, bringing you to several orgasms as he explains about the Vagina, going in depth as he uses your body as an explanation and all you can do is lie there in embarrassment…

(Had this in the drafts for a few days, hello.)

Pretty boy Gojo who just looooves your pussy, gently thrusting into it as he cries into your plush tits about how much he misses you, how he wished he didn’t have to go on stupid missions… but oh whoops! He was just dreaming and grinding into his blanket in his sleep, waking up instantly with a biiiig pout. Sending you a few loving (fucking filthy) messages for you to wake up to.

virgin choso!

Biblically accurate choso fr..

Smut under the cut~

(Warnings in tags)

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Choso Kamo who just could not HELP but cum the second he pushed in, the poor babies face was red from embarrassment as tears already began welling in his eyes whilst he stared up at your mildly shocked face. Rough hands gripping onto your hips as he stuttered out a weak, dazed and pathetic apology, practically choking it out.

How he came already was a mystery for you but that didn’t stop you from gently grinding down on him, softly giggling to yourself as he whined in response to your lazy movements. shushing him anytime he whimpered too loud, shoving the pretty boys face in your neck as you do the work for him.

What a sweet partner you were.

Before he desperately pushed into you the two of you were watching a shitty 90s romcom, unaware of just how boring it actually was. Leading to the two of yous finding your own ways for the entertainment yous were lacking.

What started with some soft dry humping ended in your once Virgin boyfriend whining and whimpering into your neck from his own embarrassment.

Though you were so nice to him, doing all the work for him as well as teaching him how to do certain stuff that would help stimulate you, your hand gently pulling one of his to your nipple, rubbing the fat of his thumb along it.

Currently pushing him to his back and bouncing on his pretty cock instantly. Covered in slick and his cum as you ride him, getting more and more messy as you go on with your torturous movements, eagerly grasping for your own orgasm.

His big free hand that wasnt toying with your nipple moved to cup your ass with loud whimpers, watching your movements with a curious expression, almost studying how you moved and what sounds you made.

Watching each and every expression that adorns your face, every sound you make, every stutter of your hips, every single weak whimper that escaped you the longer you went on.

He was a visual learner and luckily for him, you were giving him quite the show.

SUGARDADDYNANAMIIII

FUCK YES AND FUCK PLEASE

Done headcanons cause I have lost motivation currently😭 trust me it’ll come back<3

We love Nanami

We love Nanami we all chant.

He spoils you soooo much>.< why wouldn’t he? You’re his precious doll🤷‍♀️

Picks you up almost every night he’s free and takes you out.

Loves taking you out to the most romantic and expensive places.

Anything you look at for more than five seconds he buys.

He LOVES seeing you in his clothes… gawd damn.

Just after a few months of staying almost every night, he finally had you move in.

Type of guy to buy you pretty lil’ outfits and have you do runways for him.

Showers you in love, attention and gifts.

Sometimes comes off as emotionally shut off but he’s just stressed and focused, help him?

Smut underneath>.<

When he can’t pick you up or has to cancel plans he gives you the most precious PRECIOUS FUCKING SEX as an apology.

Gentleman in bed and out of it.

He’s a body worshipper, he loves you, all of you.

Hand holder whilst gently thrusting into you.

He really loves dolling you up in the most expensive outfits just to push those pretty panties aside and fuck you dumb.

Often has you on his lap like a lil lap bunny.

Adores your breasts… so much, often holds them for no reason.

Definitely a boob guy, licking and sucking your breasts whilst he fucks into you.

Ties your wrists with his tie whilst fucking you dumbbbbb.

“Hey Ino dont press down so hard..” you mumble trying to teach him how to pleasure a woman but instead of pleasure it felt like he was trying to give your poor clit a friction burn. His finger tensing in response before touching more softly, nodding his head as you gently guide his finger around, a soft hum leaving your lips as you keep light touches on his wrist.

“Circle your finger and gently rub” your soft murmur snapped him out of his thoughts, nodding his head as he follows your words like a siren.

He wanted to please you, he wanted to be good for you so he was refusing to fuck this up.

“Anything else?” His voice was soft, more soft than usual, staring up with big eyes that held a curious nature in them. “Maybe you could use your other hand to finger me?” You suggest, softly giggling as you make a fingering motion with two fingers.

And of course he complied, your best friend was MORE than willing to comply with your desires. “Y-Yeah, ‘course” he sounded soooo pathetic, biting his lip as he thrusts them in and then out with a slow pace at first, gradually getting faster and faster the more he went on.

He was listening to your whimpers as if it was a song, nodding his head to himself as he curled the two long digits that were currently stuffed in your cunt. So snug and warm in there, those gummy and gooey walls feeling too good. Your cunt squeezing his fingers to the point he thought they’d snap off as you got closer to your impending release.

“Fu-fuck- Ino m’gonna come” he almost moaned as he heard those words that escaped your pretty lips, trying to go even faster just for you. Listening to your silly whines that grew muffled by the way your lip was being chewed.

“Cum f’me”

Dandelion Wine

Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader x Yandere(?) Childe

Forced Marriage AU

Word Count: 4.1k

Synopsis: No crush is simply harmless when married to Scaramouche, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. And what he doesn't see won't affect him, so what's the harm in putting on a little show?

TW: Yandere, obsessive themes, forced marriage, mentions of abuse/violence/punishment, reader mentions dissociating during sex, dub-con, unprotected sex, finishing inside, voyeurism, infidelity, masturbation (m. & f.)

Scaramouche believed that dinner should be eaten in silence with only the sound of the silverware and plates clattering. Hence why he rarely spoke at the table. He also believed that the same morals he applied to himself, were for you as well. Your sweet, plump lips that he kissed and sucked constantly, were to be shut and devoid of noises, only eating during meal times. The food that was prepared was meant to be savored, every bite of it tasted and appreciated. Because of that, dinners felt long, quiet, and worst of all, extremely tense.

The only times things were different, was when Childe came to visit. Number eleven as your husband called him, and Ajax as the orange haired man insisted he wanted you to refer to him as. His cheeky smile and big, blue eyes practically lit up the room, he was practically the epitome of visual charisma. And there was his incessant chatter, Scaramouche would say, his non stop talking about something or other. You never had the heart to tell the man you married that Childe actually talked a normal amount and that he was abnormally quiet.

“Have you ever seen a piece of mora straight from Liyue,” he asked rather loudly while holding up the coin, “Shiniest you'll ever see one. Man, those Liyue natives have no idea how lucky they are!”

You smiled alongside the man, also finding the topic interesting. The coin was indeed shiny, the only impurities on it being the fingerprints from Childe's hands. Other than that, it glimmered, making you realize how old and dirty the mora you must've had before was. Scaramouche wasn't impressed at all. He wasn't even paying attention. Quietly sipping his miso soup at the head of the table, his eyes only focused on his meal.

“Want it?” Childe asked you and you tried not to perk up too much, but your excitement was palpable. Seldom did Scaramouche entertain you with conversation or fun gifts. The only thing he'd bring you back from his travels was a single flower and maybe a regional tea to try together, but nothing you typically enjoyed.

“May I take it, my lord?” Pleading eyes looked at your husband who seemed more irritated than usual.

He let out a sigh, dropping his chopsticks in frustration, “Will it make the both of you shut up?”

Harsh words were nothing new to you, but you had to admit that those eyes of his made you freeze up like stone. No matter how many days you spent married to him, you never grew less afraid of your husband. And you definitely never found yourself coming to love him.

“Yes, my lord,”

He nodded to Childe and the coin was dropped into your hand. You held it as if it were fragile, not wanting to stain the shiny metal anymore than it already was. Your lips formed into a weak smile that you gave to Childe, then another one to Scaramouche who merely nodded at your display of joy, seemingly disinterested.

His chopsticks were picked up, a sign that he wished for dinner to continue on. You picked up yours as well. Your months of living with your spouse meant you had plenty of time to practice. Little leeway was given to you when it came to what you ate with, and despite the fact that you were originally from Mondstadt, you were given chopsticks with every meal. Time and practice made you grow accustomed to them, that and the fact that Scaramouche wouldn't allow you to eat with anything else. Learn to eat with them or starve, he told you. And you did grow terribly hungry.

Childe was more of a special case. He apparently lacked dexterity in hands. You saw it in the way he struggled to use the bow he was hell bent on learning and in the way he struggled to use chopsticks. Throughout the course of the meal, he'd already dropped three pairs, fumbling them dramatically like a character in a comedy play. Each time he'd lose a pair to gravity, leaving the wooden sticks on the floor, he'd look at his barely touched meal. The tragic, almost hopeless look on his face would elicit a laugh from you, followed by Scaramouche shooting you a very knowing glare. He'd sent you to your room without dinner many times before and for much less. Those glares were a good warning to shut up.

“Man! I can't seem to figure out how you eat with these things,” the orange haired male was holding one stick in either hand, instead using them to stab through the food and bring it to his lips. You held back your laughter again, instead forcing yourself to swallow more of your meal.

You had a crush on Childe. Maybe it was because of how kind he actually was or maybe it was because he was the only man you'd seen outside of your lawful husband in a year, but you did like him. He was funny, strong, and most importantly very attractive. Blue eyes and orange hair, a smile that could make a girl swoon with perfectly straight, white teeth. His voice was sultry, smooth like fine dark liquor, but he also knew when to be funny. His sense of humor was more comical to you than Scaramouche's dry humor or snide remarks. You liked Childe. Way more than you wanted to admit.

After dinner was a free time for you. From the time the plates were clean, until it was time for you to go to bed, you were allowed to wander the manor and do what you want. During this period, Scaramouche would be off doing what he pleased. Typically leaving the house to enjoy his night walks, where he'd be gone for hours. It was truly your only time of peace in hell he called home. It was also the only time you could talk to Childe when he came to visit. The two of you would spend the hours just telling each other whatever, it was mostly just you listening to him tell of his travels across all seven nations as you longed for the perceived freedom he had.

Much to your dismay he was nowhere to be found after dinner. You felt stupid searching the house looking for him. The interest towards him was likely one sided and on the slim chance it wasn't, you knew that nothing would happen between the two of you. Yet you looked for him. He was still good for conversation.

Find him you did, at the end of the second floor hallway, but not in the way you thought you would. Steam clouded around the door as he exited the bathroom, a towel was wrapped around his hips, orange pubic hair peeking out from it. His bare chest was covered in scarring, some old and healed, some visibly fresh. His skin was still moist with bathwater, his hair clinging to his face and dripping more down on him. He looked like a piece of art, a statue standing at the end of the hall, toweling his hair with his eyes closed. But then they opened.

You tried to turn on your heels and walk away before he spotted you gawking at him, but quick reflexes were expected of a harbinger. He saw you before you could even manage to take one step back.

“Oi! I was looking for you!” He called, stopping you in your tracks. You did everything in your power to avoid looking at him. That toned, firm body of his was practically begging you to gaze upon it.

“Please find me again when you're more decent, Lord Childe,”

He immediately recognized the forced stiffness of your words and scoffed, a look of disbelief forming on his features, “Since when do you refer to me as Lord, huh?” he was still smiling. Despite his undress, he wasn't the least bit shy.

Your mind shifted to your husband. Unwilling of a bride as you might have been, he made sure you were fully committed to him. He once commented on how much you smiled at his fellow harbinger and your blood went cold. Of course he noticed. Scaramouche was nonchalant, quietly observing everything around him, but he wasn't stupid. You know better than to think your little crush was well hidden, he was just giving you a warning in advance.

“I think we should start being more professional around each other,” you strained the words out, watching his face fall from his normal smile. It felt painful saying these things to him, but it was better for your safety and his.

“So we're not having our talks anymore?” He whined cutely, even pouting his lips a little, “I was looking forward to telling you about my stay in Mondstadt,” it was as if he knew exactly how to hold your attention. Lingering on every single syllable to make sure you knew he was speaking of your home, convincing your already weak will to falter, “and the wine I brought with me.” If he had you on his hook by mentioning Mondstadt, then the notion that he'd brought wine with you was all he needed to reel you in.

Hailing from the city of freedom, you were no stranger to a good drink. You remembered your first glass better than you remembered most things in your first kiss. Your first drink was like a rite of passage for Mondstadt and typically, the first liquor you tasted, became your vice. You were no different than your mother or your grandmother, the drink handed down from generation to generation, and your fondness was felt for dandelion wine. A sweet delicacy only found in the city of freedom, an unassuming drink that'd knock you flat on your ass if you didn't take it seriously enough.

But Scaramouche wasn't a fan of sweet things. He wasn't a fan of much, seeing as very little could even get a smile from him, but he had a special hatred in his heart for anything sugary. His taste leaned more towards the bitter, which was like hell for you.

Sake was never your drink of choice. There was plenty of it in Mondstadt, if there was one thing that your city could do right, it was import drinks from all over Teyvat. But just because it was there, didn't mean you ever drank it. Sake was a drink that tasted wrong to you. The harsh, bitter flavor left a terrible feeling inside your mouth that wouldn't leave no matter how much you tried. So of course, it was the favorite of Scaramouche. The disgusting taste matched his disgusting personality. And when you were permitted to drink, which was rare, you were given sake.

“Dandelion?” You questioned hopefully.

“Dandelion,” he affirmed. He was still using his hands to hold his towels, instead using his head to gesture to his room door, telling you to follow him inside. And you did.

You were tense as you sat down on his bed. Tense when you were handed a cup and told to hold it while you waited for him. Tense as he stepped into his closet to dress himself, still coming out in only pants, but no shirt, telling you that his hair was still wet to wear one. But all that tension melted away when he pulled that familiar green bottle from his bag, pouring you a glass of that rich, yellow wine.

The first sip took you back to your family's home. To a festival in Mondstadt, which was just one of the city's many excuses to drink more. The second took you back to a bar you favored, drinking competitions were held through the night, you always won. There was a part of you that just wanted to down the whole glass, drink it all as you'd done before and request another glass before that sweet taste ever left your tongue. But you saw that he'd only brought one bottle, you had to savor this glass.

“It's yours, if you want it,” Childe spoke softly while holding the wine up, he hadn't even poured himself a singular glass of it, “You just have to do one thing for me.”

Big, doe eyes looked up at him as you practically pleaded with him, “What?”

“Tell me how you really feel about me,”

He could've asked you to do a handstand on the roof of the house during a thunderstorm and that would've been much easier. For so long, your feelings for Childe were just thoughts. You could push them to the back of your mind and pretend they didn't exist. If they weren't real, your husband wouldn't hurt you. He wouldn't punish you. And knowing Scara's jealousy, if he knew you had feelings for another and not him, no one would be safe.

“I won't tell,” he spoke again, a gentle hand coming down and stroking his cheek. His fingers were still warm from his bath, still slightly damp to the touch, the way they cling to your face was assuring.

“I'm married,” you said, “Not just to anyone, but your superior. He's nobody that we should be toying with like this.”

“Who says I'm ‘toying’ with anyone? I wouldn't be asking if I didn't have feelings for you as well,”

Your quick beating heart stilled in your chest for a moment, you lingered on every word. Did you make it up? Did he really say what you thought he did? Silence fell over the room as you contemplated what he said. If he liked you as well, he never showed it. Yet, he'd have no way to. Scaramouche seemed to be around every corner.

“I…like you,” saying the words solidified it. His hair, his smile, his voice, even the way he smelled, you liked it all.

You liked him so much you let him place the bottle of wine in your hands. You let him lean over and place a hand on your shoulder, so close to your face his still dripping hair was wetting your forehead. You let his nose brush against yours, you let him sigh against your lips, you let him close the distance between the two of you and sink into a kiss.

Your mind was a blank, empty room as you kissed Childe. You really kissed him. Kisses with Scaramouche felt like he was trying to swallow you whole, trying to own you, not cherish you. But Childe's admittedly cold, chapped lips were caressing yours. His hand that managed to slither around your waist, holding you like he didn't want to let you go, his other hand squeezing your chest. You wondered if he could feel your heart beating. If he could, you wanted his to be beating the same way.

A bell made you break away from the kiss with a gasp like you were about to be killed. Because you were. That wasn't just any bell. It was the chime of the bell above the main door. The one that signified that it was opening. The one that meant Scaramouche was home.

Biting back the urge to throw up, you tossed the wine on his bed and raced from the room. You didn't want to look back at Childe once. Not after the mistake you'd made with him. Lust was clouding your mind, it had to be keeping you from thinking properly. That was the only excuse you could make while you cursed yourself mentally, simultaneously begging that he wasn't aware of what you'd done.

At the foot of the stairs, his large hat still on his head and a grimace on his face, was Scaramouche. His indigo eyes looked you up and down, noticing the way you trembled and panted like you’d run a marathon.

“Where were you?” He asked, tossing his hat to the side. It fell to the floor with a clatter and was easily ignored by him, “Have you forgotten your duties? You know when I'm supposed to be home.”

“I apologize, my lord!” You tried to stop your voice from shaking.

“Well?”

You looked at him dumbfounded as he walked past you up the stairs.

“Aren't you going to tell me why you were late and huffing like a fool at that?”

“I fell asleep, my lord. And once I noticed I was behind, I raced to try to meet you at the door, but it appears I was too late,”

A mere hum from him was your response. Which was good enough, it meant he had nothing harsh to say. As the two of you entered the privacy of your room together, you felt him hug you from behind. Little did he touch you meaninglessly, which meant he wanted to go farther, his soft lips kissing the back of your neck told you enough.

“I'm only so hard on you because I care about you,” he whispered into your ear. Him being sweet you felt worse knowing what you did with Childe just a few short moments earlier.

But still, you ended up lying back on the bed, naked and nestled in the mountain of pillows. Scaramouche thrusting into your hole above you, eyes clenched shut in pleasure. He was fucking you into a mating press, your knees against your chest, causing you to only take shallow breaths. It was a personal favorite of his since it meant he could sink every inch of his cock into you, while still watching your face.

You kept silent as he fucked you, only letting out a few gasps or whines as he hit particularly sensitive spots inside you or thrusted too deep. You didn't enjoy sex with him, it was always something you didn't want, and he wasn't going to make you pretend. Scaramouche was going to do it with you regardless, it was about his own pleasure.

During the act you'd normally be lost in your own world, trying to pay attention to anything, but the way he was rutting his hips into you, it made the time go by quicker. The closet, the clock on the way, the way the bed squeaked, the crack in the door. The crack in the door where Childe stood, watching in the darkness of the hallway.

It took you a moment to realize what you were seeing and you had to convince yourself still that you weren't imagining it. Orange hair, deep, blue eyes, shirtless and strangely with a tent growing in his pants. Childe stood in the doorway watching, out of view of Scaramouche who either has his eyes closed or stayed focusing on your face.

You went to cover yourself, but realized that that would draw your husband's attention to the other man. You couldn't say anything, not without fear of Childe getting hurt in the process. You felt scared, neverous, a little violated, but when you saw him slide a large hand down and palm his growing length through the fabric of his pants, you began to feel almost aroused.

Sick. Sick in the head, you called yourself mentally as your eyes stayed focused on the man watching from the hallway. But you still placed your hands on your breasts, tweaking your nipples and mewling out softly. You didn't know what came over you to make you do such a thing, but knowing that Childe could see you made you want to do more than just lie there. Scaramouche was immediately surprised by you making any noise of pleasure at all and quickened his already brutal pace. But it felt good for once. It felt nice. You could feel yourself growing wetter, your cunt finally sucking him in and welcoming him.

“You're rather receptive tonight,” he grunted out with a smirk and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his confidence.

“I…I suppose it feels better than usual, my lord,” you locked eyes with him, until he clenched his shut from the pleasure once more. Then you looked back at Childe. He'd long since freed his cock from his pants, stroking his long thick length. It was big. That was all you could think as you watched him, how you wished that it was his big cock inside of you, but you could pretend. Pretend that it was him on top of you instead of your husband.

Mewling and moaning louder than you ever had before, making noises you didn't even know you could, your legs were pressed harder against your chest, opening yourself up for him to go even deeper. You were dripping at this point, your wetness sliding down to your ass. But Childe was dripping as well. His cock was leaking precum, coating his hand in a lube that he was using to stroke himself at the same pace that Scara was going inside you.

“Ah! Yes….yes! Fuck me harder!” You'd never begged for more like this before, but who was he to question it, he'd never know that your cries were for another. He was enjoying how wet you felt around him, how you were moving your hips to match his pace inside you. He merely panted and did as he was told, his cock thrusting into you in deep, long, hard, strokes, each one having you see stars.

“I'm finishing inside, my love,” he cooed, pressing a kiss against your lips. You nodded, locking your legs around his hips. A move you'd never done in all the times he'd slept with you and something that made him gasp out in pleasure.

It only took a few more thrusts before he held his cock balls deep inside you, you could feel the length twitching as he filled you with seed. Each shot of his hot ejaculate hitting your walls and making your whimper. Light kisses were pressed against your forehead as the two of you were locked together. His cum and your honeyed wetness dripping from your hole.

When he pulled out, you kept your legs up a little longer, making sure Ajax saw every drop of his cum dripping from you. Your still needy twitching cunt, filled with a load, your delicate fingers rubbing your clit in slow circles while he watched. Your soft gasps and pants, trying not to draw Scara's attention while he was cleaning himself up in the connected bathroom. Both of you, putting on a show for each other. Him stroking his length from the base to the tip slowly, extenuating every inch and you dipping your fingers into your filled hole.

He continued jerking his cock while he watched you, nothing was said or spoken between you two, but your eyes conversated enough. This was pure desire. It was need. And when you came, it was for him. Your hips stuttered and bucked off the bed, toes curling almost painfully.

Childe came with you. Watching you finish while looking at him was more than enough. His hand was pressed against the door, scratching at the wood, begging to be let in so he could finish inside you as well, like he knew you wanted him to. But he didn't. His cock sprayed rope after rope of cum onto the floor of the hallway in front of him. His toned chest heaving as he watched himself make this mess.

You longed to lick it up, not just the cum, but his still aching cock. You wanted to clean it with your mouth, to suck it the way your husband made you. You knew he wanted more. But Scaramouche was already out of the bathroom, a towel in hand. He began cleaning you up between your legs, eyes seeming a little softer than normal while he did. A look that wasn't normal for him.

“You did well tonight,” he praised you. Fond words you'd never heard from him before, but likely because he had no idea why you were putting on such a show.

“Thank you, my lord,” you replied sheepishly, looking back up to the crack in the doorway, Childe was gone. It was better this way though. Better that he leave now than accidentally get the attention of your husband.

“I'll think of a reward for you tomorrow, but rest for now,” the candles were blown out and he laid next to you. A protective arm was wrapped around your waist as you lay on your back, trying to regulate your heartbeat.

Realization hit you like a truck, forming a sickening pit in your stomach. It was only now that you'd realized what you'd done and fear and worry were taking over. If Scara were to find out, he'd kill you. He'd do worse than kill you you supposed, ending your life would be much too easy

And you could only imagine what'd happen to Childe next.

You lay on your back in that inky black, pitch darkness, eyes trying to adjust to the light. You were feeling regretful, but you'd also never felt such a thrill in your entire life. Not since you got married.

18+ MDNI

TW: Somnophila, dub-con

Wanting to write a reverse version of Sleeping like the Dead where reader is the one who's insatiable. You hate Diluc, but who else can you turn to but him to satisfy your urges. As long as you're gentle, you won't wake him and you're so horny, it doesn't take much to get you off.

Of course, he's obviously pretending to be asleep. A notorious light sleeper, all it took was you opening his door to wake him. But when you pull up the hem of your night gown and straddle his hips, fucking yourself on his cock like he's your sex toy, he decided it would be better to pretend he was still fast asleep. A part of him wishes could sleep forever, if it resulted in such a delightful pleasure from you.

Finishing yourself on him and creaming around his cock while he has to fight the urge to meet the pace of your hips with how own, he's peaking at your lewd expression through eyes that are squinted shut. You're panting as you pull your dress down and sigh softly in relief.

When you leave his room with a huff, barely bothering to redress him, he's fisting his cock like an animal. Using the slick of your pussy as lube to jerk himself off to completion and silently praying that tomorrow brings another night of your untamable lust.

Sun Wukong + Six-Eared Macaque Headcanons [LMK] (by bard-of-beasts)

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Authors Note: These are headcanons that I just randomly come up with, so if there's any notable warnings, I will list them below! ⬇ TW/CW's + general warnings: Alcohol/Alcoholism, suggestive themes/sexual content (I'm so sorry.. not), smut?, nsfw?

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𝚂𝚞𝚗 𝚆𝚞𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚐:

He smells of the most flavorful peaches, ginger, and honey. Not very strong though, if anyone were to maybe hug him they would definitely tell that scent was on him.

This guy loves to cuddle, especially if it's during the winter season.

He enjoys many cuddling positions, but he likes sweetheart's cradle most.

When being affectionate to those close to him, he will wrap his tail around them — their arm, torso, or even waist if close enough. It gets a bit tight too, he’s just so happy to see them!

Has sharp canines and incisors, considering he’s a monkey, so much more of an animal. Pretty self explanatory.

Will laugh at anything and any joke, funny or not. Will start hyperventilating and tearing up too.

LIGHTWEIGHT DRINKER. Hiccuping and giggling while he can barely form a sentence after a couple drinks.

Has a pretty good sleeping schedule, getting to bed at around 10PM, getting up at around 7AM to get ready for the day.

For innocent pet names, he enjoys hearing "honey" and "love".

For more.. spicier pet names, he loves hearing "master" and/or "boy toy".

SWTICH. DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF?

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𝚂𝚒𝚡-𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎:

He smells of musk, sage, and mahogany. A bit of a stronger scent than Wukong's, as you can pick up on it when sitting next to him. It's the kind of scent that's intoxicating.

Not super big into cuddling, but if he's super feeling up to it he will.

After warming up to the cuddling, he enjoys the shingles position.

As someone who isn't very affectionate, he never initiates a hug, but when someone else does, he stands there stunned before patting their back awkwardly.

Has much sharper canines and incisors than Wukong's, making hickeys much easier to spot, and a bit more painful -- but that's the joy of it all.

Doesn't really laugh at jokes, often softly chuckling with a faint smirk. The only time he really laughs, it's sadistic and it's when he's made someone seem like the biggest fool.

More on the heavyweight drinker side, but when he's drunk, he's a casanova and reckless. Also a bit more irritable.

Not a very good sleep schedule, at times staying up all night or going to bed at 12AM-1AM. Who even knows how many hours of sleep he gets?

He doesn't really admit it, but for more innocent pet names, he likes being called "bad boy" and "trouble maker".

For more.. spicer names, he loves "master", and that's what he likes to hear most.

TOP. Absolute top this guy is, and he's relentless, not very romantic. Also into some more rough stuff.

My Beloved || Thomas x Reader

Summary: Thomas is filled with emotion as you both seek out a way to show just how much love you truly hold for one another. Words: 7.5k Warnings: SMUT18+!!!, loss of virginity, masturbation, p in v, this is honestly very fluffy and sweet okay  Notes: okay so… this started off good then towards the end i got desperate to finish it and it turns rushed i think?????? a little bad??????? anyway, these guys would have NO idea about sex ed tbh just what they’ve learnt from each other… because i feel like WCKD had better things to do, like brainwashing everyone, instead of teaching kids about the birds and the bees. long story short just go with it and no judging on my smut please i dont write it often!!!

There’s a boy, and he’s so beautiful it hurts. 

Among the fiery glow of the bonfire flames, his eyes luminate with golden specks - so bright, so mesmerising, that you cannot stop staring from beyond the heated curtain. You catch his gaze and the way his smile quirks upward, bashfulness flushing his cheeks and provoking his teeth to sink sinfully into the plusness of his lip. It brings a warmth to your chest - a sensation of adoration, burning hotter than the flames separating you both. It travels to your fingers with an itch that wants you to jump to the boy, embrace him, kiss him, love him. He had been everyone’s saviour, but to you, he saved more than just your life; he brought colour back to your dull days, allowing you to see the vibrancy that radiated with pure intentions from your daily sunlight. He returned hope to your anxious mind and settled the prior need to look over your shoulder for danger every spare second. He made you feel so incredibly loved to the point where you stopped breathing and your heart would swell with anticipating warmth. There’s a boy, and he’s so perfect it hurts, in the most breathtaking way. 

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sukuna x yuji's girlfriend (reader)

cw: smut, overstimulation, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, unedited writing

[a/n: thank you so so much for 300+ followers! <3 even though I haven't written anything for a whole month (do have mercy on me for this one, hope this one doesn't turn out badly) and I really wanna do a follower event for y'all but I'm really uncreative at those stuff 😔 also happy birthday to a bestie who requested this! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡]

"And kyoto wins the game by 2-1!" Gojo's voice echoed through the microphone.

Yuji frowned. He wanted to win so that he can celebrate their victory with his girlfriend. "Told you to score the goal by yourself instead of passing the ball to fushiguro," a mouth appeared on his left cheek. The strawberry blonde rolled his eyes. "He was open and was the closest to the goal," yuji stated.

Sukuna scoffed. "Fushiguro sucks at football," the curse mocked. The said boy stopped in his tracks. "I'm right here you know," he said, earning a familiar laugh not too far from them.

"Whatever it is, I'm glad you had fun!" You said, walking up to yuji and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Red hues covered the boy's cheeks. "Shall we go somewhere to eat? It's on me!" Yuji suddenly exclaimed excitedly. You laughed at his enthusiasm and nodded.

"Oi, yuji, you done changing?" You asked, entering the boys locker room since everyone has left (except yuji). No answer. You sat on the bench when someone pushed you down against it. A kiss was planted against your lips. Your giggles escaped and echoed the room. "Yuji, what are you doing?" You giggled, pushing him of off you.

The boy sat up, giving you a slight pout. "We haven't been like this for a long time! I thought we could use this as an advantage for us to- you know!" He said, sounding obviously flustered.

Your head tilted to the side. A cheeky grin forming on your lips. "Of course we can, anything for you, yuji," you whispered his name in a low voice before pushing him down against the cold wooden bench.

His breaths hitched when your lips touched his, tongues fighting for dominance as he sighed into the kiss. Your hands travelled down to unbuckled his pants. Your finger grazed against his clothed dick, making him shiver underneath your touch.

You painfully slowly pulled his boxers down. Yuji gave a sigh of relief for as his cock sprung out, standing tall and proud for you. Your thumb grazed the tip, surprisingly spreading the precum. "I've barely touch you and you're leaking already?" You laughed, making the boy cover his flustered face. You then started to slowly pump him, earning a low groan from the strawberry blonde.

"P-please, suck me, please," he begged, hands still covering his face. "Tch, boo, you're a sub!" A familiar voice mocked him from inside his head. Yuji's cheek burned bright red at the statement, but he's quite glad you didn't hear sukuna mocking him.

The next thing he knows, your head was already in between his thighs, head bopping up and down against his thick length. The groans from your boyfriend were like music to your ears. It was like some kind of motivation for you to keep going. Your tongue slides against the veins of his dick. Without hesitation, yuji grabbed a fistful of your hair, slamming your face right against his pelvis, his tip hitting the back of your throat in the process.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" with that yuji came into your mouth. Being the good little girlfriend you are, you swallowed all of it. You wiped your lips using the back of your hand when a finger came to your chin, tilting your head up to face him.

Oh but that wasn't your boyfriend all right. This man, had black marks all over his body. He's even a bit toned in size than yuji. "Such a good girl," his low and deep voice cooed right next to your ear. Your eyes widened as he pulled you over his lap. His hands gripped your sides harshly, surely there's a bruise going to be seen there.

"Now, be a good slut for me and ride me," the deep voice said. Shivers ran down your spine at his straightforward words. Sukuna laid back against the bench, arms beneath his head to get a good view of you trying to put him in.

"It- it won't fit," you panted after trying multiple times. The curse let out a deep laugh, obviously amused by your grunts of hopelessly trying. "It won't?" He taunted, now pushing you of off him, laying your back against the cold wooden bench. "Let's see if it will," he smirked, making your eyes widened in hesitation, mixed with curiosity at how this was going to work.

Sukuna lined his dick to your entrance. You shivered at his tip, grazing your slippery cunt. With a bit of force, his dick is inside. Your back arched against the wood, shocked at how his thick cock filled you up. The man started moving, his hips rocking back and forth against yours. You covered your muffled moans with your hands, embarrassed that he's making you feel this good.

"Let me hear your sounds, princess," he said, taking your hands off. His calloused hands pinned your wrists above your head as he continues to ram into your dripping cunt. Your sweet moans and his low grunts echoed the locker room. Both feeling high at the pleasure each others are offering.

"I can't hold it any longer! Please let me-" his hand squished your cheeks and brought your face to his. "Don't. Don't cum unless I tell you to," his voice low and deep, and surely, it made you cum right there on the spot.

"Fuck, you just came, didn't you?" He squished your cheeks slightly harder than before. Shivers ran down your spine once more at his words. "How 'bout this time, be a good girl and go on all fours for me," he said, thumb wiping a tear from streaming down your face. You nodded and obeyed his words.

"Please! Go slower, please!" You cried out. Your cries were all on deaf ears as sukuna rams his dick into your sloppy entrance. Your arms were shaking due to holding your body for support for as the king of curses was totally ruining your cunt from behind. He continued to thrust into you, heavy groans and sighs leaving his lips at how good you were taking him in.

"So tight," he exclaimed, feeling your walls clamping his dick. Tears streaming down your cheeks at how hard his thrusts were. Without hesitation, you came again. And after a few more thrusts, sukuna came inside of you. "Good girl," he cooed, hoisting you up, making you sit on his lap. You placed your head on his shoulder. Chest heaving up and down, gasping for air.

"You okay?" A sweet voice asked. You quickly let go. It was now your boyfriend, yuji. You hugged him tightly in response, glad to be seeing him again. "I'm sorry that I had to let him out. It won't happen again I promise," he said, cupping your cheeks. You only nodded, too worn out to say anything. "But she did enjoy it though," a mouth appeared on yuji's left cheek. "Shut up," he said in response, hitting his cheek as you blushed in embarrassment.

"But was he, you know, that good?" Your boyfriend asked. You stared at his face for a good second. "His a part of you so I really can't tell, but if he's doing it then you're doing it as well, so you're good too," you laughed, making both, the boy and the king of curses blush at your answer.

chifuyu matsuno x reader

; where takemitchy takes his friend out for his birthday and his present? you.

cw: light spoilers, fingering, riding, mentions of choking, no condom, overstimulation, he calls you princess/slut, unedited writing. 

note: i'm finally reading the tokyo revengers manga and ngl, it was a total rollercoaster while reading it. also, chifuyu’s in his present time (the pic below 😫 *simp screams*) 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU!”

Takemitchy exclaimed, engulfing his old friend in a tight hug.

The ebony black haired male smiled, thanking him as he hugged back. It’s been a while since he last hang with him. Having their schedule busy with meetings and such, they couldn’t find the right time to catch up on things. Sure, they see each other everyday but spending the rest of the day with an old friend without worrying about work just hits different. At least that’s what Chifuyu thought.

“Shall we go have dinner then go see your present?” the blonde asked with a smile. Chifuyu nodded in response, shutting the car door behind him as Takemitchy speeds off into the horizon.

“Thanks for the dinner, man,” the birthday boy said, smiling at his friend in the drivers seat. “No problem! And now! It’s time for your present!” Takemitchy exclaimed. His voice filled with anticipation. He looks more excited than Chifuyu himself.

“Alrighty, we’re here!” he said, parking the car in front of a fancy looking complex. “Are we in Shibuya?” the black haired male asked, facing the building in awe. Takemitchy only nodded as he skipped into the building, making Chifuyu ran up to catch him.

The elevator stopped at level 4. As the two adults stepped out from the lift, Chifuyu’s jaw nearly dropped at what he saw. Right outside the elevator was a counter, handled by a middle-aged man, who was occupied with a women- who was dressed in a very thin silk dress. The male's eyes wondered around the boards beside the counter. They were filled with pictures of- lewd photos. Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at this. What even-

"Looks like this place hasn't change one bit," Takemitchy said with hands on his hips, a proud and nostalgic look displayed in his eyes. “Oh, Takemitchy, right? Here for your reservation?” the man behind the counter asked. Blondie nodded furiously. Why is he so excited? Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Actually, I’m just here because I made the reservation, the one who’ll be doing the job is Chifuyu,” Takemitchy said proudly, pushing his friend towards the counter.

Chifuyu swallowed hard. Is this place what he thinks it is? "Alright, sign here and please proceed to the waiting room," the man said, handing a form to Takemitchy. Chifuyu tugged his shirt and pulled his friend aside. "Oi, what're- what am I suppose to do?" he asked, sounding nervous. "You're a 26 year old virgin, I'm helping you out!" Takemitchy explained while signing the form and handing it back to man behind the counter. Chifuyu mentally face palmed himself. This was definitely not how he imagined getting his virginity loss. Especially not with some random girl at a brothel.

"Wait! This is not how I-,"

"You may now go to the waiting hall, gentlemen," the man said, pointing to a room not far from the lift. Takemitchy thanked him and head towards the room without wasting any minute. Chifuyu walked after him, deadpanned at his friend's excited behaviour. "Look, I appreciate the effort but-" "Chifuyu, meet my friend, y/n!" the blonde said, holding hands with a girl in front of him.

The black haired man stared down at the girl. She was gorgeous. Is he lying? Of course not. His eyes trailed down to your body, scanning every inch of your curves. You laughed as he snapped back into reality. "Can't wait to do the dirty, are we?" You teased, pulling him towards you by his tie. Chifuyu's cheeks heated up as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, Takemitchy, you didn’t tell me he was a shy one,” you exclaimed, turning your head to face your blonde friend. “Eh? Chifuyu? Shy? Please, he’s one of Toman’s Top Admin, why would he be shy now?” Takemitchy laughed, making the said boy’s cheeks even hotter. You faced the man in front of you again. Now it was your turn to blush. The faint smell of his cologne filled your nostrils. His skin was fairly smooth. His eyes, oh how you got lost staring into his light blue orbs. Those orbs were just so mesmerizing that you didn’t notice that he was also actually staring into yours. Takemitchy gave off a small chuckle, making both of you snap back into reality.

“Sorry about that,” you said slowly, eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to let this Chifuyu guy to see your red tinted cheeks. Funny how this was actually your first time experiencing a quickened heartbeat for a customer. You slowly jerked your head up to look at the male. Chifuyu took a quick glance at you, making your eyes meet again once more. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Ay yow! I’m not here to just sit and see y’all being all gushy and wasting my money,” Takemitchy complained in a jokingly way. You shot your head up as if you had escaped from a trance. “Alright, Chifuyu! Let’s get going, shall we?” your playful smirk crawling back to your lips, grabbing both of his hands and lead him to another room, leaving Takemitchy alone with his earbuds plugged in.

Chifuyu scrubbed his body under the hot steaming water. One second she was like a teenage girl staring at her very new boyfriend then suddenly she became a playful flirt again, he sighed in thought. He was sure that he could here her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to burst out from her chest.

And yet, here he was, taking a shower before losing his 25 years of being a virgin to a girl he doesn’t even know, let alone have met before. Sounds kinda messed up to be honest, he chuckled at his joke. After slipping on his undergarments and a robe, he exited the bathroom while wiping his damped hair. “Look, I know you’re only doing your job but-” he got cut off, eyes widened at your figure who was slowly taking off your dress, revealing a see through lingerie. Being the kind (and nervous as fuck) gentleman, he immediately looked away, blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight pain growing in his boxers.

You walked up to him and slowly pushed him onto the bed with a light touch of your finger. Chifuyu’s breath hitched as you placed your legs at his sides. You dragged a finger along his jaw to his chin, tilting it upwards, making his eyes stare into yours. The both of you stayed there in silence, listening to each others quicken heartbeats. Your cheeks were tinted red, it was noticeable to Chifuyu. His eyes flickered to your lips then to your eyes. You gulped nervously. On the inside, you were practically cursing to yourself, telling you to get a grip and just treat him like your usual customers. You closed your eyes, wishing that this was just a dream or hoping that the man in front of you isn’t that Chifuyu guy but another customer.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find that he was leaning into your touch. Fuck it, you thought as you slammed your lips into his. Surprisingly, he too, kissed you back. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your body. Chifuyu placed his hands on your waist and soon, his hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss then became sloppy as he bit the bottom of your lip gently, gaining access to explore your mouth.

You finally let go in desperate need of air. Chest huffing up and down whilst your sweaty forehead leaned against his. Your cheeks were definitely red now and same as his. "It's okay if you don't want to do it," you said nervously, looking down at- shit. Your eyes widened at the tent in his undergarment. All that kissing made him hard? Your cheeks flushed even more now. Chifuyu noticed this and looked down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself. "Uhm," he laughed in a nervous and unsure tone. For the first time in your life, you're being this flustered and nervous. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, you concluded as you looked at Chifuyu who was fumbling with the ropes of his robe.

"Uh, I'll take care of this myself," he said, pushing you off his lap. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you don't want your first time to be with a, um, a p-prostitute like me, but let me help you with that, plus you don't wanna let Takemitchy's money go to waste, don't you?" you explained. You avoid looking at him, cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment. With a light tug from your hand, Chifuyu went back to the bed.

"F-fuck, that's it," the male sighed, hands gripped onto your sides as you rode him. Screams can be heard from you as you slammed yourself onto his cock. It was tiring, really. Getting your pelvis to hit his everytime was a pain. "Fuyu, I can't," you gasped as his tip hit your cervix. "Now now, princess, you were the one who was all over me in the first place," he said, pulling you by the neck, slightly choking you whislt making your foreheads touch. You flinched at his sudden demeanor. Where did the shy and nervous Chifuyu go? 

You can't do it anymore. You toppled on top of him, gasping for air. Chifuyu found this amusing. "Is my wittle princess tired?" he asked in a playful tone while stroking your hair lovingly. You nodded in response, too exhausted from riding and cumming for the third time. You feel like you were about to pass out when he suddenly flipped you over. "Ass up, face down for me, princess," he whispered. You wouldn't be lying if you say his tone of voice turned you on.

You obeyed his words. Chifuyu groped at your ass, feeling the soft flesh against his warm skin. You squirmed under his touch, wanting him to desperately put his dick back inside of you. "Chifuyu, please, ah!" You yelped at the sudden contact. He inserted a finger into your wet entrance, pumping them slowly. Enjoying the pleasure his finger's giving, you didn't realize that your hips started to rock against his hand, following the pace of his digit.

"Stay still, you slut," he snapped as he slapped your ass making you moaned in both pain and pleasure. Chifuyu's free hand grabbed your hip to lock you in place. He stopped penetrating your cunt with his finger and pumped his cock, which was already leaking with precum. You winced at the pain as he inserted his cock inside you. The blacked haired male didn't move, he let you readjust to his size and once he got the signal, he slammed his his against your ass, making you screamed.

Tears slowly streaming down your eyes as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets too hard. Takemitchy said this will be his first time but the way he thrusts-

"Why are are you crying? Don't you like this?" He sounded sadistic and that nearly made you cum on the spot. "Chifuyu, I'm about to cu-," he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your back hit his chest. "Hold it, hold it in for me, princess," he whispered into your ear. His voice, oh my god, his voice literally nearly made you burst. But you did hold it in for him. At this point, you’d do anything for him. 

His thrusts never slowed down. His hand gripping at your waist guided your body, matching his thrusting rhythm. "Chifuyu, please, I can't hold it anymore," you panted. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. Tongue swirling, fighting for dominance. His lips trailed down to your jaw then to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark purple blue marks. His thrusts began to slow down, signaling that he was close too. “Shit, come for me, princess,” he whispered into you ear and this time you finally came whilst feeling his cum dripping down your thighs. 

Chifuyu sat up from the bed. He smiled softly at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him. He checked his phone and saw a message from Takemitchy. 

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Chifuyu! I’ll be going home now. Hope you like the present! 

- Takemitchy

The ebony black haired male smiled at his friend’s message. He turned to face the girl again. She stirred in her sleep, her feet lightly kicking his waist. He chuckled at her sleepy behavior. Their first encounter was weird enough for him. It was as if they were teens again. Staring and getting lost in each others eyes. He smiled at remembering the incident where she stared at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen in her entire life. 

“Hey, you’re up early,” the girl said, rubbing her eyes. She crawled towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning against his bare back. “Are you really this clingy after doing your job?” Chifuyu laughed at her pouting face. Heat rises to her cheeks once more as she let go of him. “No, it’s just that, you’re warm that’s all,” she crossed her arms in denial. She looked at the man beside her. He was laughing with his toothy grin shining against the rising sun. The girl’s face blushed at how gorgeous he looks. Chifuyu noticed her tinted cheeks. He kissed her a good morning kiss, taking her by surprise. 

“This sounds weird and sudden but wanna be more than just my present?” 

note: okay! so that was longer than i expected but this does show how much of a simp i am for this guy lol. anyways, hope you enjoyed the story! <3