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cyxnidx · 5 days

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ー# TOJI : who isn't against admiring watching his girl touch herself due to missing him so much while he was out for work. something about just admiring you, in such a lewd manner, it's almost intoxicating.

he watches as your fingers circle your clit lazily, twitching when your digits brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves. a string of curses fills the air as toji slips his pants and boxers off, his cock springing upward and against his abdomen. you sit up a little, eyes widening when you catch sight of his pretty cock. the tip is light pink, slowly turning red the angrier his boner is, slightly curved upwards, practically made to obliterate your g-spot.

"don't get ahead of y'self, mama.." toji says, catching your attention from his cock. "..m' not g'na fuck ya." your eyes soften in disappointment, your head tilting in curiosity as to why. he sighs, a hand wrapping around his cock as he keeps his eyes trained on your pretty pussy. "don't get me wrong, i'd love to.. but this sight is too good to give up." he clarifies, groaning after a few strokes. "sucha pretty lil' pussy.." he'd mummer, clearly enamored by the sight. the way your smaller fingers slid in and out of your hole, clearly unsatisfied, but too turned on by hopes to stop. "..looks like y' strugglin' mama?" he asks, standing from his seat and approaching you.

his hand gently moves your fingers away, replacing their presence with his own long, thick digits. "lets see.." he hums to himself, as if he doesn't already know what to do here. he sticks one finger in, eyes scanning your reaction while he keeps his other hand trained on stroking his still-hard cock. he adds another after some time, and places his thumb on your clit - yet, with no motion. only applying steady pressure, he grins in your evident need for more.

you begin to whine. "toji.." you mumble. he hums, "somethin' wrong, mama?" you nod. "what is it?" he asks. you hesitate for a minute before responding. "rub my clit.. please.." his eyes analyze your face, trained on your eyes as he fulfills your request, rubbing your bundle of nerves accurately in tiny circles.

he watches your reactions, completely in love with the way you wriggle and writhe under his touch so beautifully. he's like a kid in a candy store - so much to admire, so much to love and taste. admiration isn't the word.

"toji!" you cry, a familiar feeling building in your core. "close, ain'tcha, mama?" he asks, a desperate groan escaping his lips when he feels his cock twitch in his hand once again. you don't have to answer for him to know. he's done this enough to learn your body's tells and little reactions. "s' okay, i am too.." he mummers, head slowly falling back. "c'mon, mama, come on my fingers." he coaxes, voice sultry and strained. he continues his abuse on your hole, his circles beginning to fasten in speed and get messier by the second. "come with me, mama. c'mon, come on my fingers."

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cyxnidx · 24 days

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LANGUAGE BARRIER !

characters: choso, gojo, nanami

summary: them with a bilingual-partner & their kids

ー# CHOSO didn't know just how big of a mistake he made letting his little girl learn an extra language. at first, he didn't think it'd be a big deal. his two year old learning your native language? that was an amazing idea - he loved it. the importance of maintaining your culture's language and spreading it through family made him think he was completing an aspiration he never knew he wanted. that was, until his you and his little angel decided to take things to the next level - insults. you taught her insults. and he didn't know it until he ended up upsetting her at the dinner table, and she blurted something incredibly disrespectful in your native language.

your jaw was on the floor. and choso was, rightfully so, incredibly confused. "what'd she just say?" he asks, genuinely confused about what she just told him. you begin laughing, scolding your little girl. "honey, you can't say that to daddy! that's bad." choso looks at her concerned. "what'd you say?" she crosses her arms, sticking her tongue out at him. he sighs, looking at you. "what'd she say?" collecting yourself, you sigh and whisper it to him, watching as his face contorts to complete shock. "that is so rude!"

ー# GOJO loved the idea. i mean, think about it? his little girl, stomping around, arguing with you in your language, and lowkey winning? he thought it was hilarious! of course, until she gets old enough to truly say something hurtful, but that'll be a while. or, at least, that's what he thought.

your daughter pouts, sitting in the middle of the living room floor, back facing you. she's six now, and far sassier than anything on plant earth. meanwhile, gojo is simply getting a snack bar from the kitchen. though, when you least expect it, she yells at you to shut up in your native language. your eyes go wide as you begin to slip off your sandal, walking toward her in spite of her screams. gojo wraps his arms around your torso, yelling 'calm down' and 'it's okay', having to catch your sandal when you attempt to throw it at her. your daughter approaches, just far back enough to not get caught by you, and apologizes formally before leaving to hide in her room. and now, gojo has to deal with you cursing at him. which is all fine, of course, except.. its somehow worse than you cursing at him in English?

ー# NANAMI thought it to be an interesting experience. he was the one to convince you that, no, it wasn't going to confuse him, and no, he wouldn't be upset if his daughter spoke to him in the language. because, unbeknownst to you, he's learning the language. ever since you were maybe six months pregnant? he wanted it to be a surprise for the little ones birthday. and that, it was.

you smiled, answering one of your daughters many questions for the day while nanami sat at the picnic table outside. today marks her fourth birthday, and she was ecstatic. she never really understood the significance of birthdays until recently, when nanami's been explaining to her how exciting they tend to be. "daddy! daddy! today's my birthday!" she exclaims, grinning ear to ear. "and ー and mommy made me my cake! and i helped!" she says, happily pointing to the cake, basically jumping off the ground and to the moon. nanami smiled at his daughter's excitement. "i see, darling. did you put the candles on it, too?" he asks, stifling a laugh at the slightly messy placement of the candles on top. she nods and grins. "you did a great job, darling." he praises, kissing her cheek. she asks you a question in your language, asking if it was time to cut the cake yet. before you could respond, nanami shakes his head, telling her she has to wait to light the candles first. your eyes go wide, while your daughter simply nods with acceptance. "since when did you-?" you ask, generally confused. nanami smiles. "i've been learning for some years now."

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cyxnidx · 25 days

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JJK boys and girlies... and the matching cat icons you guys have

IDK why i did this, enjoy

tagging @just-jordie-things (for science)

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Yuta Okkotsu

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Choso

Takuma Ino

Kento Nanami

#! 𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙞'𝙨 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

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cyxnidx · 27 days

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mahito's made me laugh more than i expected 😭✋🏼 idk what i expected but it wasn't that

▨ "you're being a brat"

JJK characters react to you taking their hand off your thigh pt 2

Warnings : Mahito. And its slightly suggestive I guess on Yuta's part but that's cause I'm feral for him 🫠

Genre : fluff, crack ig

A/n : took me a while to think of headcanons but I finally made a part 2 with Megumi for you I hope you enjoy @kindnessspreads 😞 my last one of this did really well I wasn't expecting it whatsoever and i dont know why it did so well but yeah here we are lmao. Also mahito simps I will make you learn the hard way that you DESERVE BETTER!!!!!!!!!

Characters : yuta, yuji, megumi, toji, choso, mahito

⟢ fushiguro megumi ␥

Looks at you with a weirded out expression before his eyes widened in realisation,"... Are you on your period?" Has you CACKLING because why tf is that his first thought?? Megumi is just genuinely concerned about you, watching you die of laughter whilst he questions your relationship. You'll have to reassure him afterwards and just put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it reassuringly with your own.

⟢ choso ␥

Just sort of hums.. so that's how you want to play it? Grabs your leg and drags you into his lap so suddenly. His lips press against your ear," You're being a brat." Burrows his face into your shoulder, squeezing you against his body with his warm embrace. Your heart might've just stopped.

⟢ itadori yuji ␥

Pouts at you," what?? Babe what did I do???" Grabs your hands in his own, pressing pecks across your face as a way of apologising, mumbling about how he's sorry for whatever he did. You have to cut him off and apologise before he starts breaking down and begging you not to break up with him. He's been through enough bro leave him alone.

⟢ fushiguro toji ␥

This old man just shrugs it off, doesn't even care at first as he keeps his hands to himself. But as he's left with his thoughts for a few minutes, his brows furrowed slowly and he looks at you with an unimpressed frown," Wait what the fuck did I do." Make fun of him for his slow monkey brain and then kiss his large hand and press it to your thigh. You have this man SALIVATING.

⟢ okkotsu yuta ␥

Okay... I have a feeling Yuta would already know what you were doing from the get-go. He just knows you too well for you to pull pranks. So he just sort of rests his face in his hand on the arm of the couch and looks at you with a fucking hot ass smirk, raising his brows at you knowingly,"... is that funny to you, honey?" Bro has you CRAWLING back to grab more than just your thighs with that polite little smile on his lips.

⟢ mahito ␥

Looks at you for a moment before sighing, seemingly disappointed," I knew you were an opp." Then kills you.

#! 𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙞'𝙨 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 #!!! <3

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cyxnidx · 28 days

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off topic + very random, but i absolutely LOVE writing for Dottore. I love the different possibilities and the ideas that come to my mind when I do write for him. & its somewhat disappointing cus i feel like i NEVER write for him??😭

#! 𝙘𝙮𝙭𝙣𝙞𝙙𝙭 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨 #☆: cyxnidx talks #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin impact dottore #genshin dottore #il dottore #dottore

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cyxnidx · 29 days

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LMAO SUGURUS😭😭

SMAU- YOU SEND THE BOYS A PIC OF THEIR CHILDREN

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso)

Note: the pics I found for this all gave me major baby fever OMG 😭 hope yall like and please feel free to leave requests 🫶🏻

#! 𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙞'𝙨 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

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cyxnidx · 1 month

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ー# GOJO, whose being a big baby over receiving his own medicine. only moments ago, he was teasing you about being sensitive and overstimulated from his cock. and now, he's squirming the same way under your touch? its cocky, arrogant, even. how confident he can be before being put in his place. before being overstimulated and edged to the point of combusting. how he'd tease, and tease, rubbing it in your face about how sensitive you happen to be, only to cry whenever you don't let him cum for an hour.

"oh, come on!" you feign disappointment. "it's only been.. an hour and thirty minutes. even i can last longer than that!" you say, your tone degrading as you watch him fight against his twitching body, his cock red and angry from the constant teasing. "d.. don't get cocky." he retaliates. "i'm f-fine." you raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "are you?" you run your hand loosely along his shaft, watching him and his cock twitch at the slight touch. "you don't seem 'fine' to me, Satoru." you say, eyeing his raging tip, giving it small kitten licks as your eyes watch his eyes roll to the back of his head, jaw slacked open. "i haven't even truly gotten started yet." you say again, taking all of him into your mouth, ego boosting when he cums almost instantaneously, hips rising from the bed as he finally gets his release. one hand gripping your hair, while the other squeezes the bed sheets beneath him, a spew of random curses tangled with your name flowing off his tongue.

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cyxnidx · 1 month

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HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

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cyxnidx · 1 month

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i woke up and got possessed by the urge to write the smut i wanted to ramble about yesterday. i have nothing else to say. you cant blame me for any of this. it was inevitable.

cw shameless smut, dottore x afab reader, brainrot rambling. he uses his fingers for a good cause °ᗜ°

minors n ageless blogs dni i can and WILL block you on sight

working overtime was a chore. your bosses expected you to stay after hours to work on documents meant for the next day and you’d get judgemental looks if you didn’t stay in the office longer than you needed to. unfortunately for you, the knowledge that they might think lesser of you for not doing overtime was enough for you to stay.

apparently not many people shared the sentiment though, because when you finally look up from your computer screen to stretch your aching muscles, you’re met with deafening silence– aside from your shoulders cracking.

which isn’t to say that no one is in the office besides you, either. but you doubt zandik stayed behind because he cared about the managers judging him. he always seemed to move along his own schedule, placing more importance on work than relationships with… anyone. granted, it’s not like he was ecstatic to work at the office, but he was naturally good at whatever job the boss gave him. to other people it looks like he works hard, but really, he’s just doing the bare minimum. you don’t want to think that people are too dense to notice it, but at the same time you can’t really blame them; it’s not like it’s normal for overworked office employees to notice such little details about a coworker that doesn’t care for them.

though, ever since you and your cubicle neighbor got told off by the man himself, you’ve found yourself looking for him in crowds. when you take the subway on your way home you try to spot his icy blue hair amongst the sea of suits and blazers, when you attend office-funded outings at the bar you hope to find him sipping on the cheap beer they provide, and even now you’re subtly trying to catch a glimpse of him in the dim lighting of the office. your efforts usually end in failure, unfortunately- but not this time.

you always expect to see nothing but tired businessmen and women cramped in the subway, to see the same faces you greet every day of the week downing that cheap beer, and to see a myriad of black screens in the office.

you didn’t think you’d meet his gaze as he walked out of the boss’s office, completely inconspicuous but still harbouring that same aura of suspiciousness.

“you’re still here?” you ask before you can stop your lips from moving. sure it was currently three hours after hours, but speaking so informally to a senior could bode poorly for you at any time.

thankfully, he just chuckles as a response. but you notice how his lips immediately tilt back down to their original resting state, the lighting making it look like he’s scowling down at you.

“i had to take care of some personal business,” he says plainly, not elaborating further (and you think he would avoid doing so even if you asked). you nod, glancing down at your uniform to smooth it down nervously, suddenly acutely aware of how tired you must look. “well i hope you were able to take care of it without a… hitch,” you cough awkwardly.

sure you knew zandik well enough to not call him a stranger, but recently it seems like he’s been spending more time in your head than in the office. you blame his mysterious and brooding personality. “i understand why authors like to write mysterious love interests in their romance novels…” you think offhandedly, for no reason at all whatsoever.

his footsteps pull you out of your daydream, right before your mind drifted off to not-so-professional thoughts. pulling the rolling chair out from under the desk, zandik takes a seat next to you, crossing an ankle over his knee. you shuffle away to give him some space (to politely accommodate his long legs or to stop yourself from pouncing on him, you wouldn’t be able to tell).

“i appreciate the sentiment. but why are you still here? you work efficiently, i doubt you’re so behind schedule that you need to stay in the office for this long.” the words that leave his lips entrance you– the slight drawl, bordering on seductive, makes you swallow the saliva in your mouth. you shake your head, humbly dismissing his praise (though your brain buzzes at what else you wish he would say).

“i just had to take care of some… things,” you respond awkwardly, fidgeting with your fingertips as you avoid looking into his carmine eyes for too long. he hums, placing down the file he had been carrying around on the desk to cross his arms over his chest, expression unreadable aside from the corners of his lips tilting up ever so slightly.

“right. things,” he says, his tone deep, rumbling in your chest as your heart hammers into your ribcage. you’ve talked to plenty of coworkers over your time working here, but none have made you break a sweat from their mere presence.

“h-haha, yeah, things. um, how have you been? i want to apologize again for the other day, we really didn’t mean to pry into your personal life, we were just-“ zandik makes a tsk noise, “concerned for my wellbeing, of course,” he finishes. the ghost of a smile he wore vanished, leaving you with a feeling of dread and anticipation. “you’re not the only one looking out for your coworkers though, sweetheart. you don’t look too good yourself,” zandik says, raising a brow at you. you were all but shivering under his gaze, brows stopping the sweat that had started building up on your forehead from getting in your eyes. if anything, you looked worse than him. you barely register the pet name before he speaks up again.

“we can’t have you overworking yourself too much, can we? you’re one of out best employees,” he says your name softly, practically purring. the same thing you felt that morning came back tenfold– though this time you couldn’t possibly leave for a bathroom break to take care of it.

zandik approaches you like a wolf does with a rabbit, slowly and quietly, to reduce the chances of you fleeing the scene. he gets close enough that his knee almost grazes yours.

“what kind of senior would i be if i just let you go without offering any kind of help?” you knew it was a rhetorical question and he wasn’t expecting an answer, but you still try to muster up the courage to say something, anything.

“is there anything i can do to help?” he continues, tone sickeningly sweet, practically foreign on his tongue. but the more he speaks, the more you feel your resolve melt, the more he pushes your buttons until-

“you’re not very good at being subtle,” he whispers, placing the tip of his shoe right up against your clothed core. you keen, legs widening as if on autopilot, but back away into your chair to flee from the sinful sensation. his lips stretch into a grin, the same expression you played on repeat in your mind when you got off a night ever since he confronted you and your coworker.

“don’t run away now. your body is practically begging for me to touch you,” he coos, extending his slender leg to press his polished shoe right up into you again, pulling a whine out of your lips. you lick your lips and swallow the lump in your throat, scrambling to say something to save your dignity.

“y-you don’t know that. are you a… doctor or something?” you huff, trying to steady your breathing. he slides his foot up and down your panties, pencil skirt riding up the more you widen your legs. zandik laughs under his breath, eyes narrowing at you for a split second.

“yeah, i am. that’s what i do as a second job. i run an underground hospital and run unethical tests on desperate patients.” the words roll over you like drops of water on a chinchilla– even if you did listen to him though, you wouldn’t have believed him. “that’s why i can tell that your heart is pounding. that’s why i can tell that you want this,” he coos, leaning forward ever so slightly. you buck your hips unconsciously, chasing the feeling he oh so graciously was giving you.

“that’s not- mngh, ‘m not a pervert,” you whimper, throwing an arm over your eyes to hide your lewd expression. zandik only laughs at you, pulling back to stand up and lean over you, his lips right next to your ears.

he places a hand on your thigh, the other going between your legs to rub at your drenched panties. “oh but you are. getting this wet when i’ve barely done anything to you,” he purrs, middle finger gliding up to tease your clit. “just want me to take you right here, huh? my my, you’re so desperate.”

if you hadn’t taken care of your needs you would have come already, but even then you were still teetering on the edge of an explosive climax. his calloused, slender fingers slide up and down, teasing your clothed hole as it flutters around nothing. you try to close your legs to keep his hand steady but he swiftly brings one knee up to rest on the chair, keeping your legs spread. zandik takes ahold of your wrist with his free hand and pulls your arm away from your face as you turn your head away to hide.

“oh no you don’t,” he hisses as he grabs your face with one hand, cheeks squishing together to turn your head back to face him. “you’re going to look at me when you come.” your eyes flutter, thighs twitching as the coil in your lower abdomen threatens to snap. your gaze flickers down between your legs to watch his deft fingers toy with you, then drag up to look at the tent in his slacks. zandik tightens his grip on your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“are you fucked dumb already? i said don’t look away,” he hisses, eyes narrowing at you as he pulls your ruined underwear to the side to slide two fingers into your cunt. you squeal at the stretch, but you were so wet that you didn’t feel more than a pinch before you started moaning freely again. his thumb rubs tight circles over your clit as his middle and ring fingers pump into you earnestly. he curls them up to prod at the spongy spot inside of you, and your eyes roll back momentarily from the sensation.

“come on, i can tell you’re close sweetheart,” he coos, lips ghosting over yours, just away from reach. you whine and moan, hands gripping his flexing forearms as you feel your body lose control.

the sound of your pussy squelching in the otherwise quiet office throws you over the edge, your vision going white as you just barely make out zandik’s face while he makes you ride out your orgasm, adding a third finger inside of your cunt to stuff you full. all of his fingers stop but his thumb, still rubbing your sensitive clit as you twitch and jolt in pleasure.

“thaaat’s it, that’s my girl, ride it out,” he purrs, grinning down at you with a smug laugh. “took me so well,” zandik praises, curling his fingers up inside your used cunt. you thrash weakly, letting out a muffled ”‘s too much”. he continues for a few seconds before letting go of your face and pulling out his fingers slowly, looking down to admire the slick covering his hand.

“mmh, made a mess. gonna clean it up?” he asks coyly, bringing his hand up to your lips. you waste no time to lick it off, brows furrowing at the tangy taste. he pulls his hand away to lick it himself, holding eye contact with you as he goes over where you just cleaned him off. a shiver runs down your spine at the sight.

while you shut your eyes for a moment to catch your breath, he grabs a few tissues from the box on your desk and cleans the mess between your legs, pressing down on your aching clit on purpose to make sure you don’t fall asleep. you jolt, whimpering as you glare weakly at him, earning yourself a chuckle from the man between your legs.

“i hope you don’t think this is a one-time fling,” he whispers, tossing the used tissues in the bin under your desk. zandik pulls the edge of your skirt down to cover your messy thighs and straightens up, turning to leave. he palms his bulge, holding eye contact with you as you stare at his hand, feeling yourself get wet again.

“see you tomorrow.”

#! 𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙞'𝙨 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 #genshin impact #smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #smutty smut smut #dottore smut #one chance please i beg of you 🙏

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cyxnidx · 1 month

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SUCK IT !

character: wriothesley

genre: smut

warnings: oral (m receiving), implied bratty reader, implied "cat & mouse" game(?)

a/n: enjoy your meal.

slamming the closet door open, wriothesley grins when he sees you hiding in plain sight. "why, hello.." he greets, tone welcoming and warm as if the deal the two of you just made wasn't similar to a deal with the devil.

moments ago, a simple "hide & seek" game was turned to "hide, & if i find you, i fuck you to oblivion". because, of course, your reckless mouth can do everything but keep you out of trouble.

still in denial, with adrenaline coursing through your veins, you run. sprinting out and charging for the door, your heart pumps the chemical through your body even more. it wasn't like you were scared, though. if anything, you were filled to the brim with ecstasy.

the thought of being chased, hunted, and found was exciting. and with wriothesley being your hunter, that made it even better.

however, you're quickly pulled back by wriothesley's grasp on your wrist, forcing you back into his grasp. "that's not fair, now is it?" he asks, bringing you toward the bed despite the words of disagreement falling out your mouth. he tsks, disappointed. "you don't learn, do you?" he says, "that mouth of yours is what got you in this situation."

putting you to your knees, he begins unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other holds your jaw shut and head still.

you watch as he finally gets it off, pants falling to his ankles as his cock springs from its confines. "put that pretty mouth to work, yeah?" he says, tapping the tip of his cock on your pouting lips. "say ah."

like clockwork, your mouth opens and tongue rests on your bottom teeth, ready to take him.

"good girl," he praises, slowly pressing his cock into your mouth. he hisses a bit, "open jus' a little wider f'me baby."

#cyxnidx #genshin impact #smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #smutty smut smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley #wriothesley smut #wriothesely x reader #wriothesley genshin impact #wrio x reader #wrio smut #this has been in my drafts for months #this was random

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cw/ tw. fem!reader, girl dad!gojo, breeding kink, small daddy kink, pet names (ex. sweetheart) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Gojo, who frames his daughter's drawing of their family in his office, even if it's nothing but blue circles and yellow lines.

Gojo, who scoops you up off the floor as you're carrying your daughter and smiles at how you both squeal because he just wants to "hold his girls."

Gojo, who sometimes falls asleep with his daughter on his chest, his hands spanning across her back and where her legs are curled up because she has a habit of running around in just a shirt and her diaper.

Gojo, who loves being a dad, he's told you countless times: in the shower, when his daughter greets him at the front door, in bed.

Especially in bed.

Gojo, who doesn't even realize he says, "Don't you want to give daddy another baby?"

He only knows that he has to grit his teeth to stave off filling you up like he wants when you nod your head yes.

"Okay, sweetheart, okay," he murmurs.

Gojo, who tilts your hips and shoves one of your fancy throw pillows underneath to keep them up. Then he presses a hand between your shoulder blades to keep your head down—muffling your moans into the sheets—before he grinds his cock into you and hits that spot that makes your legs kick out and cunt clench down around him.

"Good girl," he groans. "Take it for me, okay? And I'll give you what you want."

#! 𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙞'𝙨 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

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cyxnidx · 3 months

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SCARE !

req.:

a/n: omg hihihi😭apologies if this took a while, i haven't been checking my inbox at all. but i adore this idea!! tysm ♡. original post here.

character pairing: pantalone x gn!reader

genre: kinda angsty fluff hehe.

two weeks.

thats how long you've been gone for a commission. longer than usual, but pantalone has known you for long enough to know you're fine.

however, your little girl hasn't quite yet gained that pleasure of conscious.

"daddy.." the small girl whines, curling up in a ball against her fathers chest again.

she's been crying and whining about you all evening.

and while it wasn't out of the ordinary for the little girl to know that yes, you'd leave for "work" occasionally, she always got to have contact with you.

whether you end up sending a letter, calling, or sending some sort of souvenir, she always got something to remind her of her other support system.

but the extended time you've been gone paired with no gifts or contact whatsoever is overwhelming for the poor thing.

"i know, dear." pantalone says solemnly. it's the only thing he can tell her, other than the constant affirmation that you're fine.

but, of course she wants proof. its a warrant she's worthy of. but he just can't provide that for her.

its breaking him, from the inside out.

the small girl gets out from her fathers hold, eyes watering as she stomps over to her play shoes at the door. "daddy.. daddy, let's.. go!" she whines, wiping her own tears as she slips them on, and pantalone feels the last bit of his heart rip.

"where are we going, dear?" he asks, humoring the little girl.

"to go.. to go find.." she gets choked up on her own words, struggling to finish her sentence.

and back to her roots, she's a sobbing mess once again. mumbling your name like it's the only word she knows, pantalone can only kiss her forehead and tell her it's alright.

and even now, he's wondering if it's alright.

he takes the girl back to the couch, rocking her until she eventually quiets down from the constant crying she's been doing.

for once, pantalone feels useful in a situation like this. he's a smart man - he can do a lot, he knows a lot. but calming his little one while you're gone with no contact is something that nothing could've prepared him for. no book, no lesson, no prophecy, nothing.

just as he's beginning to relax on the couch, he hears the door knob twist and push open, revealing the same figure he and his little girl has missed for so long.

by the tensing of his body, your girl wakes up, looking around, still upset. until she meets your eyes.

and there she goes. crying, sobbing, a mess as she runs toward you, scolding you while also telling you she's missed you for what seems like a decade.

you kiss her forehead. "i know, i know, i'm sorry." you apologize, walking her over to pantalone.

he wraps his arms around you, his hedonistic smile crossing his face, though how he feels at the moment is anything but. his eyes say it all:

he's hurt. hurt, worried, upset, scared, and confused.

he pulls your figure in tight, as if he's afraid that if he lets go, you'll trickle into dust. nothingness. his head rests on your shoulder, his breathing choppy. "please don't worry me like that again." he mumbles.

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cyxnidx · 3 months

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this is honestly so real. i'd expect to have no more than 500-900words and end up with 2k.

working on a multi fic rn….. how did i made gojo’s part ALONE almost 2k words….

no more than 800 words per person i said……… im such a liar this always happens

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“mm new dress?” satoru says stuffing the burger he had in his mouth.

your eyes drop to what you were wearing and grin to yourself, mhm indeed it was.

you purposely got a new sun dress that fit and slid over every curve on your body nicely, and hugged your waist.

satoru’s eyes slid over your body again slowly, taking it everything, his mouth getting dry, he grabbed his napkin wiped his mouth and got up.

“yeah, got it last weekend.” you say smiling, putting your hand on your hip trying to keep up the innocent act.

he walks closer to you and puts his arms around your waist still eyeing you down, like you’re a new meal he wants.

“it looks good on you.” he whispers, his eyes flickering up to yours, glistening with lust, wanting to pounce on you.

satoru had a thing for you in dresses, not just bodycon ones, you could be wearing an oversized floral dress and he’ll go crazy.

the way your chest would be exposed with your skin glowing, it made him hungry, and you loved it…

“slow down!” you scream out, satoru had your hands on the counter pinning you down as he slammed into you.

he was stuffing you full and it was too much, it felt like your stomach was continuously dropping.

“now why would i do that honey?” his voice soft and stable as he kisses your ear and slides his hand off yours and puts it around your neck.

the heat rushing in two spots, your face and your pussy, screaming for a break but satoru wasn’t budging.

your eyes losing stability as you try to breathe and take in everything but his dick slamming into you won’t rest.

“please, please! i’m sorry!” you cry out, tears welling out of your eyes as you start to sob, the amount of pleasure you’re receiving is unbearable.

his mouth his trailing to your neck as he licks a spot, your body jolting from how sensitive it was.

your cries only making him want to pound into you more but knowing he can’t, squeezing his hand around your neck a little then pushing into you harder.

“okay okay i hear you baby.” his hips slamming into you repeatedly even faster now, a small gasp coming out your mouth.

no more protests coming out your mouth from being to drawn out, your body weak and your head fuzzy.

satoru’s hand coming up and down quickly to your ass, a sting lingering for a couple of seconds before he does it again.

“satoru… i can’t.” you draw out, half of your body hung over the counter as satoru slows down his pace.

his dick twitching inside of you and releasing inside of you, pulling himself out, cum slowly dripping out.

“i’m sorry baby… i can’t help it.”

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