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charliesgoodboy · 11 months

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Just a small drabble to help you or just to give you motivation to write in general....

So imagine this with me... our precious baby bird tied up in bed while (male/gn)reader sucking him off just to get his dick all lubed and nice and xiao better be a good boy and not cum until reader give permission otherwise he won't be allowed to cum inside reader hole....

Sorry, if it's bad, I'm kinda half horny half asleep

★xiao x male reader(nsfw)

★genre: smut

★warning(s): subtop xiao, dombottom reader, giving head, bondage, begging, teasing, xiao is kinda bratty short drabble

★a/n: i hope you understand me and you are now married

you had him wrapped around your finger. his moans and whimpers sound so beautiful to you that you couldn't help but tease him more.

he was tied up with red shibari rope, his hands behind his back as you had his length in your mouth, sometimes stopping to kiss the tip, just to see him shiver in delight.

you would just stop completely if he showed any signs of cumming in your mouth. yes, you wanted to taste him more, but you wanted to tease him most of all.

you couldn't help it, he looked so adorable tied up and flushed rutting into your mouth, and the small jolts going through his legs everytime your tounge licked up and down his cock before your warm mouth engulfed him once more.

a series of begs kept giving shivers to your own body, mutters of him begging to cum, babbles of him wanting to touch you, just whimpering to feel his dick deep in you.

once you thought he was ready you take your mouth away from him inching up to be about on his lap.

"please, please, wanna feel you— promise i'll be good.." you laugh a little at his begging, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"take what i give you and i'll let you cum inside alright?" he franticly nods, his hips shifting a little before you lift your hips, slowly lowering down on him,

"fuck.." groaning as he stretched you out, his tip inching closer to your g-spot. you start to grind your hips, only going up and down on his cock slowly wanting to edge him even more.

he couldn't help himself, you were overstimulsting him like a mother fucker and he just wanted more of you, he's begged and begged and he think he deserved it. at least that's just what he thought.

his hips snapped up, a suprised moan echoing through the room as you felt your legs turn to jelly. "damn..bastard.." you muttered glaring down at him,

"all you had to do was be good for me," he shook his head a few 'pleases' and 'no's' along with a lot of 'im sorry' 's, already knowing what was going to happen.

"if a drop of cum spills in me, i'll leave you here tied up and needy do you understand me?" of course you didn't mean it, unless you actually did but he sure as hell believed it.

my gosh did he look so pretty when he begged.

im actually in love with this @gaybitchfx @esthxio @vyloy @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden

it also didn't turn out as short as i thought it was gonna be-

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corpsemakima · 6 months

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hollow kiss, bottle liquor ♡ denji

★ ft pussy drunk!denji x fem!reader. ❝ word count: 389. ⌕ contains: unprotected p ➜ v sex, creampies, dirty talk, overstimulation, ending in the middle of sex. ⌦ a/n: MASSIVE drabble. this was supposed to go along with the aki one in a single post but idk. title from never felt so alone by labrinth. ⇄ & ♥︎ appreciated!

denji is always down to get dirty, eagerness in everything he does with you not exclusive behind closed doors. he matches your high libido face-to-face. his inexperience tends to shine through at times but it isn’t always the case.

it does when you’re milking his balls for all they’re worth, though.

“so good, it’s so good,” denji groans. he goes an octave higher when he’s like this, all pent-up and desperate for you like he does when he goes on missions without you. you’ve already made him come twice, but you love how he still wants more, how he keeps pounding at your slickness while he whimpers in your ear. “wanna come, baby, please. ’s so good, can i come inside again? pleaseplease.’’

you coo at him reassuringly, petting his hair and flexing your hips so they grind down to meet his thrusts. ‘‘of course, baby boy,’’ you moan, looking at where you’re both connected, pleasure slinging up your spine like you’re bungee-jumping. ‘‘fill me up, baby, make me yours.’’

denji does, as expected, and as the good boy you know he is for you.

he fills you up to the brim, drowning his moans into your neck. his hips keep moving as if under a spell, even though his body is well past overstimulation if the way it’s shaking is anything to go by.

‘‘so good, s’ so good—’’ denji is babbling wetly into your skin. his hands squeezes at the meat of your hips in order to stop them from trembling. ‘‘pussy’s so good it’s gonna make me come again, fuck!’’

you feel close yourself, what with the hours of pounding you’ve been taking. you already came once but with the constant pressure on your insides and denji’s breathy voice next to your ear is about to make you come again.

‘‘inside,’’ you whine back, the wet sound of your skin slapping against each other deafening to your own ears. the heat between your own legs is threatening to explode.‘‘want it inside, baby. oh—you’re making me come too, shit.’’

you clench down greedily around him as you come and denji fucks you through it, holding your body tight to his chest and holding onto your tits for dear life. you can’t see his face but it almost sounds like he’s drooling with how good it feels.

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#denji smut #denji x reader #chainsaw man smut #anime smut #chainsaw man x reader #maki ʚɞ types

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elmoees · 9 months

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ミ★ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 ★彡 (jjk l)

summary. snippets of a summer with the jjk men <3

- word count. 1218

- contents. implied fem!reader, no use of (y/n), nicknames (pretty, baby, my love, ect), established relationships (boyfriend/husband), canon world but little is mentioned, non-kenjaku older!geto, mentions of megumi, mentions of tojis shady past life, minimal cursing, fluff drabbles so no warnings required!

- notes. first post of many! hopefully some y'all enjoy this

jjk ll part - haikyuu version - one piece version

ミ★ 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 ★彡

You lie on the couch of your shared apartment as Satoru fetches drinks from the kitchen. The show playing in the background does little to distract you from the blazing heat of Tokyo summers. Even in his larger t-shirt, the cotton stick to you like a second skin. “Here ya go, Baby,” he says rolling the chilled glass across the back of your neck, hoping to relieve some of the discomfort brought on by the heat.

“Mhm, thanks.” An appreciative hum is voiced as he plops back into his spot.

His slender fingers trace up your side, as you both bask in a comfortable silence. The thrum against your body lulls you into sitting up beside the white haired male. Hoping the sugary iced drink would be the pick me up needed, you take it from your boyfriends grasp and sip it. “S’good… god, it’s so hot.” A whine escapes your lips as you lay your down on his shoulder with a pout.

“I know, m’sorry. Damn aircon is breaking down again, I’ll get it fixed promise.” He raises his fingers to show them locked, with a big smile on his face. Damp hair stick to his forehead, and a flush had settled over his pale cheeks. He was hot too, in more ways than one.

You roll your eyes at his statement, “You said that last year Toru, didn’t happen then either.” he lets out a gasp at the statement. “I was extra busy last year! The Jujutsu world needs me ya know,” it was your turn to scoff.

“And I needed my air-conditioning fixed! It’s whatever though, ‘m gonna change.” You remove yourself from his hold, but Satoru keeps a hand on your wrist as you stand.

“I love you!”

ミ★ 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰 ★彡

“Sugu! C’mon, hurry up! We’re gonna miss it!” You run off ahead of Suguru, hoping to get to the beach before the sun sets. The man only smiles and shakes his head as he follows after, he had gotten you both there early for a reason.

Lacing his hands with yours, he slows the pace to something more manageable. “We’re not going to miss anything, there’s still twenty minutes left.” The dark haired male can only laugh at the bursts of energy coursing through your body. “Enjoy this, you won’t miss a second.” Suguru begins to rub soothing circles into the back of your hand as you continue to walk to your destination.

“But-“

“Nuh-uh, no buts, we’ll make it in time. Have a little trust, yeah?” The squeezes to your hand reinforces what your boyfriend is says.

With a groan you comply, and the two of you continue on the path to the secluded beach.

Suguru listens to your babble with an open ear. Well aware of how fast you want to feel the waves and see the ever setting sun. The conversation is fluid and he’s thankful for the moment of peace. Being a special grade sorcerer meant long hours and even longer days without seeing you, so this trip was a needed treat.

Truthfully he could do this forever, be with you. “I love you, I hope you know that.” He kisses your hand gently, just barely grazing his soft lips over the bow of your knuckles. With a giggle, you reply “Of course I do, you wouldn’t have put up with me this long if you didn’t.”

Walking out of the tree-line and onto the shore, he allows you to lead him out towards the water. You’ve never looked better, here in the golden light holding onto him - and never has he felt so at peace.

So as the two of you finally face the setting sun, he feels that love too.

ミ★ 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 ★彡

The weekend market was bustling as you and Kento continued to walk around it. Basket in hand, you stroll around to each stall with excitement. Fresh fruits and veggies for the week were always nice, and the added bonus of spending time with your husband was even better.

“Would you like anything from this stand, My Love?” with a hand on your waist, Kento continues to skim through the vendors items. Leaning into his touch, you smile up at him, “You can’t ask that every time we see a new stall! We’d go broke if you bought everything I looked at.”

His sigh turned into a small smile, “If I did, it’d be worth all the extra hours I’m taking on.”

You rub at his arm, leading him away to look at flower cart. “You being here is all I can ask for, your work is too dangerous for me to ask more of you!”

The blonde turns and places a kiss to the side of your head. Just as many others were in his line of work, he was selfish. Selfish for returning to the world of Jujutsu, for putting others before himself when you needed him, for wanting more time with you knowing any moment could be his last…

“You could ask the world of me, and I’d give it to you no matter what.” you hum in agreement resting your head against his shoulder.

“That’s sweet, but how about we settle for these flowers huh? No need for the world, you’re my world anyway.”

ミ★ 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 ★彡

From the kitchen window you watch as Toji continued to work on the yard. The garden was really starting to come together, and it wasn’t much thanks to you (not that your husband would ever say that). “Toji! Baby, do you want anything to drink?” You called through the open screen.

“No thanks, Doll. ‘M Good,” he pushed back his hair to wipe at the sweat on his forehead.

“Hmm, I’m bringing you some water! Last thing we need you fainting and Megumi seeing,” you brought him out a chilled glass of water, opting to feel his reddening cheeks. Toji’s large hands came to rest over your own, “I’m fine ya know,” he mutters.

You huff instead, “Don’t even argue with me ‘bout this, I can worry! It’s not like you’re letting me help away.”

The dark haired male runs his thumbs over the back of your hands, “And why would I let ma Doll, do any of this work? Soft hands like yours ain’t made for hard labor.” You let out another scoff, “It’s a few flower beds Toji.”

“And I stand by ma point, let me do this for ya.” Gosh, what a stubborn man you married.

Clearly he wasn’t going to let you win this argument, so it was pointless to try much harder. In the years you had known him, he had never been more present in your life and in your marriage up until recently. Maybe it was sad to say that, but the truth still stood. Toji was gone once, but he’s here now and that should be enough, right? Right…

Looking to the side you nod. It was a bit embarrassing to be nervous of the man you love, but he’s different now.

“Hey, look. I love you, ya know?” you did know.

You lean into his touch and savor the moment. Maybe he’d be gone again in the morning, maybe he’d stay for longer, maybe he wouldn’t leave. For now though, this was enough, it had to be.

“Mhm, yeah. I love you too,”

©elmoees 2023

#gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #geto suguru x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk anime #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk.<3 #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk nanami #jjk toji

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insuke69 · 3 months

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A punk and his lover walk out of a bar.

★ Drunk!hobie x G/N reader

☆ synopsis: Hobie goes out to the pub, yet drinks more than he can handle.

★ warnings; mentions of alcohol, cussing, fluff, brief kissing.

☆ Nibble-sized Drabble, 906 words

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Everything started with a text message with multiple typos, asking you to come pick him up.

“Im ay the pub”

“Can you pick me uo”

“Pleaz”

"hwllo?"

..More typos than usual, at least. You knew he was going to the pub with some of his friends, and you were working that evening so you couldn’t really come with him; not that you wanted to anyway since his friends had such heavy accents you could hardly understand them. You trusted that he had the maturity and ability to not get too damn drunk. But here you were, walking into the bar to find Hobie leaned against a pillar of the bar with his head in his arms. You could recognize his wild wicks and tall lanky body from miles away.

“Oh my god.” You groaned as you walked over to him and put your hand on his arm, “Hobie, Hey, c’mon, we’re leaving.”

He shrugged your hand off of him and pouted at you with furrowed eyebrows “Heyyy.. You.! Don’- don’ touch me- I’ve go’ a lovely p-” He hiccuped, “Partner! Don’.. don’ you..” He trailed off as he took your hands and drooped his head down and leaned his back on the pillar. “Don’ touch me.. They’ll fuck you up.”

You chuckled and held his hands, “It’s me, calm down, god you’re so drunk.” You said to him while trying to guide him out of the pub, his long legs stumbling each step and he was giggling.

“I.. Aww… You’re my partner!~” He cooed with a grin as he leaned against you, almost crushing you and knocking you both to the ground if it weren’t for you leaning on the wall outside of the bar. “I love youuuuu~! Th- there was this person trying to flirt wi’ me, but ‘m glad you’ve got me!”

He seems so clingy, becoming so physically affectionate: Like a large dog that doesn’t realize how fucking large and heavy it is. You eventually- somehow, get him into the passenger seat of your car and he melts into the worn leather seat.

“And why did you drink so much tonight?” you ask, driving down the street with your eyes to the road, hands on the dimly lit wheel due to the darkness of the night and few streetlamps littered throughout the city.

“Shhh..shh.” He hummed as he reached over and tried to do a shushing gesture with his finger over your lips before you gently took his wrist and passed him his hand, letting it fall back onto his lap. “I’s a secre’! My mates said tha’- that I need to lighten up.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” he mumbled, not seeming like he wanted- or could elaborate, he spoke like his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth.

He then went quiet, falling asleep in the passenger seat as he stunk of beer and gin. You two eventually made it back to Hobie’s houseboat, it was astonishing how you managed to drag his ass onto the harbor, onto the boat, into his bedroom, and letting him plop onto his bed. He groaned, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the pillow, babbling on about how comfy ‘this bed is’.

You continue to help him out, trying to untie the laces of his boots and struggled to loosen it enough to get it off of his feet. “Alright, you’re not sleeping in this jacket.” You said with a breathless chuckle as you started to pull off his jacket.

He suddenly captures your lips in a hungry kiss, usually his kisses are perfect and always good at turning you on–but instead, he tasted of cheap beer and gin. Not the most attractive taste to have as you two kissed, you much rathered when he tasted of weed from his shows.

“Nope. not tonight.” You said to him as you pulled away from the kiss and continued to undress him from at least his outside clothing, not wanting to sleep with him while he was in this state.

He whined and laid back again, “C’mon.. I miss you.”

“What do you mean?”

He grumbled in response and pulled you down to lay beside him, his long arms wrapping around your body like a spider weaving its web. “I love you.. S’much, you’re so amazing t’me and I can’t imagine losing you..” He mumbled into your hair with his voice suddenly wavering and vulnerable, “‘m sorry, sorry for upsetting you, you’re perfec’ and love you more than anythin.” he continued, holding you close.

“Okay, You’re really fucking drunk.” you half joked with a chuckle as you tried to get up, but he didn't at all try to let go of you one bit, his hands and arms locked around your waist.

This hangover was going to be awesome to witness.

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The morning hit Hobie like a truck, he woke up with the last thing in his memory was laughing with his buddies in the pub, and here he was in bed again with the light seeping into his vision and pounding head.

He starts to want to call out for your name, but soon sees you walking in with water and a container of pills for headaches, “Morning~” You cooed with a teasing grin. Hobie groans and clasps his hands over his face, knowing he won’t hear the end of it.

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@Hobie-y-ellie You’re the one who got me to make much more gender neutral fics 🗣️🔥

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kny-agere · 4 months

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I was wondering if you could do a little douma & Cg kotoha drabble?

Where douma had a more stressful day than usual and unconsciously seeks kotoha out and with just a bit of prompting and encouragement from her he ends up regressing and wants nothing more than to cuddle and be held ;^; (and if it's alright, I was wonderful of you could maybe add him breastfeeding? I saw your headcanons for it and thought it was so sweet. But i don't mind not having it if you feel uncomfortable ^^)

No pressure of course ^^

meow meow I got carried away bc this is soooo fun to write!! I’d want a mama to take care of me so I definitely enjoyed writing a fem cg <3

★彡☆彡★彡

Douma often paid close attention to the mothers of paradise faith. He found them strange, the way they constantly crowded around their own children. Douma’s own mother had often passed him off to a nanny, only holding him to display herself as someone who had given birth to such a spectacular baby. She was his creator, not his mother.

So even after centuries of observing how other women treated their babies he still didn’t quite understand it.

Even worse was how the children acted. They’d cling to the legs of their mothers and cry whenever separated. The women were weak, it’s not as if they could protect the smaller humans.

Kotoha was just the newest addition to his collection of followers. She carried her child, Inosuke, in her arms at nearly all times. He was a strange thing, wide eyed and already shaping up to look like his mother.

Most of the other children at the commune were a few years old now. Purposefully or not they tended to be born in batches. In a few months a few women might grow pregnant again, but for now Inosuke was the only infant present.

That was not the sole reason Douma paid special attention to Kotoha. The woman was also beautiful and kind and made him feel strange. Though she praised him in the way the rest of his followers did, she also spoke without thinking. Sometimes her hand would even dart out to rustle his hair or poke his side. Most of the time the woman was too distracted to realize she had done something in the first place. The few times she realized how familiar she was acting with Douma the girl would blush and murmur a shy apology.

“It’s alright dear!” And he’d mirror her motion. Though his attempts were less authentic than the human’s. Somehow he couldn’t replicate the earnest and loving feeling that she forced out of hiding.

Douma called for Kotoha often. He’d find excuses, ask for her to play music or mend some of his clothing. Sometimes he wouldn’t even make up a reason, just asking her to keep him company. Though the woman never refused his summons she still seemed surprised any time he brought her in.

“Ah is Ino-kun not joining us today?” It was rare to not see the baby attached to her back or cradled in her arms.

“He’s sleeping! And Ai-chan is watching him while he sleeps. She’s so sweet.”

“That’s good. He’s so annoying crying and babbling all the time.” Kotoha laughed though Douma wasn’t exactly joking. Her eyes shined with happiness however, so he wasn’t inclined to spoil the fun.

“What did you want me for gracious founder? Should I play some music for you today?” She lowered herself to rest by his side.

“You can lie down if you’d like.” They’re surrounded by plush pillows and silk blankets. It’s not quite a bed they rest in, more like a nest. Douma has no need for sleep but having some place comfortable to kill time in is always nice.

Kotoha is still a little stiff, shy in the presence of the man. She lounges backwards, parallel to Douma. He’s quick to sling an arm around her waist and pull her close. She makes a surprised noise but quickly adjusts. Her hands brush through his hair, Douma’s head lacking the crown-like hat he wears. Her soft stomach, still holding onto some of the weight from pregnancy. The comfort and gentle combing of her fingers quickly lull him into a state somewhere near sleep. He can’t quite rest but the edges of his consciousness grow fuzzy.

“Excuse me gracious founder!” Kotoha sits up, throwing the man off of her. The woman’s hands cup her chest.

“Hmm?” Douma looks ridiculous, his hair messy and eyes still half-lidded. “What’s wrong dear?”

Her cheeks turn a pretty pink color. “Ah I’ve just leaked a little. It just happens on occasion.” Wet stains are hidden under her palms.

He tilts his head. “I don’t mind. I was just getting comfortable y’know.” Douma attempts to bury his head back in her hold.

Kotoha lets out a little gasp. “I’m not sure if the problem will fix itself. I should go check on Inosuke.”

The man isn’t happy that their alone time might end so soon. He wraps his hands into the soft fabric of her kimono and frowns. “Don’t you trust me to take care of your problems?” He actually doesn’t have anything in mind but he’s not ready to be left alone yet.

“Are you sure you’d help me out with this?” She’s implying something that Douma can’t quite figure out. He nods anyways, eager to cling onto her presence.

It takes a bit of time for Kotoha to get into a comfortable position. She stacks a few pillows so she can sit up properly. The blond still doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into but he follows along. Douma is dragged into her lap where he attempts to fit despite being twice her size.

When she loosens her obi and slides down the shoulders the plan becomes obvious. One of her breasts slips out, milk already dripping from her.

The man opens his mouth, but has a surprisingly hard time latching on. In all his time as a demon he’d never tried this as before. Douma tries to tap into his memories as a child but it doesn’t do him much good.

Kotoha cradled his head much in the way she did Inosuke’s. Eventually he does manage to get his lips wrapped around her properly, pulling out more of her milk. It’s a weird balance of sweet and bitter, flowing smoothly over his tongue.

Douma felt strange. He had hips lips wrapped around the flesh of a pretty girl, and yet felt no need to bite down. The sensation of gently suckling her chest was satisfying enough. More than that Kotoha was running her fingers through his hair. Her other hand stretched around him to cradle his back, despite the fact that he needed no help to support himself. The man’s cloak was removed only to be wrapped back around his frame like a blanket. Douma wondered what it’d be like to get properly swaddled. Didn’t babies ever get claustrophobic?

That train of through leads nowhere as he happily gulps down more milk. The stream is strong and steady. It stays that way for a few long minutes, before slowly tapering off. Douma gulps down harder, greedy for more.

When the flow finally ends he moves to paw at her other breast. Kotoha’s hand quickly captures his, interlacing her fingers with his.

“C’mon we gotta leave some for the baby.” She bends over to press a tender kiss to his forehead before pulling him back. Douma looks a little shocked, letting out a sad mewl. His tongue is painted a milky white before the blond swallows the last remnants of the nectar.

In the absence of more breast milk Douma goes back to hiding his face within her stomach. This time he’s allowed to sit there as the woman readjusts herself. He still can’t quite sleep, but it’s the closest he’s come in a long time.

#age regression #sfw agere #age regressor #fandom agere #demon slayer #kny #cglre #agere requests #douma #little!douma #cg!kotoha #kny kotoha #kotoha hashibira #kny douma

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mitsuyeaah · 11 months

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TAGGING SYSTEM

mitsuyeaah — used in important posts regarding the blog/owner, i.e. in hiatus announcements, masterlists etc..

mitsuyeaah’s ask — used when i respond to asks

<name> （╹◡╹）♡ — anything related to my moots/followers’ posts, and often used in conjunction with the previous tag. i.e. when a moot/follower sends me an ask, i tag the post as ‘mitsuyeaah’s ask’ with ‘<name> （╹◡╹）♡’ or when i reblog a moot’s fic, i simply tag it as <name> （╹◡╹）♡’

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self rb ☆彡 — used under reblogged posts that i’ve previously posted and often associated with my notes reaching a milestone, i.e 1k notes.

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texts with <fave> ★彡 — used under my self ship text au with my faves i.e ‘texts with sanzu ★彡’ and is always accompanied with the ‘selfship <ship name>’ tag.

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#mitsuyeaah

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stayconnecteed · 2 months

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https://pin.it/757HqDrDi

Its giving hard Dom Chan, just throwing that into the universe

❪⠀🪐.⠀swim⠀𓏔⠀bangchan⠀❫

(link) it's giving hard dom chan indeed 🫣 the universe has 🔞 thoughts under the cut hehe AND ALSO this is a shout out to our boy christopher who now writes his own smaus in bubble ( college au, forgive me for all the clichés )⠀★⠀2.3k words

content: smut,, mentions of neck kisses, restrictions, rough sex, hard dom chan i guess (it's the reason we're all here), no aftercare. plot,, chan is the hot captain of the swimming club and everybody thought he was a good boy... turns out he wasn't. credits,, mdni banner by @cafekitsune. warnings,, if any under 18 / ageless acc interacts with this fic i'll block them. note,, this was going to be a thought but it had to turn into a drabble full oneshot because i can't shut up akjshkajsd also i have no idea about how to write hard dom so i hope this is not some crazy babbling 😔

Chris and you had properly met at a party. You were friends with the one who had organised it ⎯⎯that sweet boy from your class called Felix you had been talking to since the start of the term⎯⎯ and Chris was one of the boys of the swimming club of the campus, who shared apartment with the freckled aussie. You knew who he was, of course, everyone there knew. Thanks to him, your college had won all national competitions three years in a row. And he had been in the team for those three years. So yeah, he was pretty popular.

And so were you. Yeah. Huh, kind of. Well, you weren't as popular, okay? Your first prizes in national poetry contests didn't matter to anyone when they could cheer for the handsome, curly-haired swimmer. You didn't hold it against him, though. It was kind of impossible. The boy was all kind words and gentleman behaviour, to your dismay, so you could only sigh and accept his nature.

The problem was that, somehow, you had caught his attention. Your literature teacher, who had a soft spot for you and was certainly a gossip fan, had told you once that the day before, when you had been absorbed reading the last book you had bought, that Chris guy had been stealing glances towards you all afternoon instead of listening to his teammates.

That would probably have surprised you, if it hadn't been for the fact that the week before he had greeted you at the end of one of his training sessions 一where you had gone to see Felix exclusively一 in front of the whole team and their female public with a quick wave of his hand and a wink. And that two days before that, he had offered you his umbrella when he saw you waiting for the rain to stop under the arcades of your faculty. And that earlier in the month you had bumped into each other in the corridor, and he had helped you pick up your backpack from the floor.

You knew it wasn’t a coincidence. At that party, in that exact moment, watching how his gaze slid around the room, his lips curving in an ambiguous grin as he saw you. And you smiled back, batting your lashes in a flirty gesture, your hips swaying to the music, turning to your best friend. It had been a risky move, you knew. But you also knew guys like him. Angelic looks, impeccable manners, but with more red flags than the most beautiful beach whose waters were infested with sharks. And everyone knew his reputation: dedicated athlete by day, fuckboy at night. It wasn't a secret he tried hard to hide. Your point? Let's just say the adrenaline of a dive among predators was something you were willing to try. So you waited until you felt his breath caress your neck, and the deep voice of his Australian accent whispered a "What are you up to?" in your ear.

"What do you want me to be up to?" you replied, turning your head just enough to admire his side profile, feeling the warmth of his body against your back, mirroring the eager gleam of his gaze in yours.

You noticed the moment he slid his hands to secure them on your hips, his palms practically burning your skin, and you dropped your head against his shoulder with a sigh as he pushed his hardened bulge against you, smirking into the crook of your neck. And you also noticed the moment his breath hitched, as you grinded softly against him, when he tightened his grip on your flesh, swallowing a groan he didn't intend to let out.

“If you keep this up, it’ll get out of hand” he warned, chuckling, his laughter in a low, almost dangerous tone.

"What happened to your kindness and nice greetings, pretty boy?" you asked, turning to face him, sliding your hands over his shoulders, your faces mere inches apart.

“You really like it when I act all weak and nice, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, cracking a lazy smile, and tried to prolong the tension, hovering over his lips tentatively, whispering “I really like it when you stop with the bullshit, Channie”.

And yet it was the fact that you dared to leave a sloppy, wet kiss over his cleavage, that sharp line that his black shirt didn't hide at all, what made him snap, his hand grabbing your wrist in a rough motion, dragging you through the crowd while you just smiled. Your train of thought was totally interrupted as Chris closed the door, his lips all over yours, pinning you against the wall. And you let him be, arching your back when he placed one of his hands on your neck, the other twitching slightly over your waist every time you tease him by exhaling shaky moans into the kiss.

The second time you attempted to slide your hands into his pants he groaned against your lips, grabbing your wrists and pulling them up to press them above your head, your hands clenched into fists but avoiding resisting, pressing his body to yours. “Stop with that” he warned, his gaze darkening when he looked at you from above, your cute smile doing nothing to soften his motions.

“Or what?” you answered, sweet venom dripping from your voice, grinding again towards him, “What are you going to do about it?”

“Oh, so you are one of those girls” he said, his mouth wearing a wolfish grin, tightening his grip on your wrists, bringing his face closer to yours until you began to breathe the same air.

You snorted, unimpressed, "The kind of girl that makes you want to repeat the night?"

“The kind of girl that needs to learn a lesson” his breath was light as a feather over your neck, every exhale tickling your skin, and you muffled a whine, biting your lower lip. Oh, you liked where it was going.

“And you’re the one who’s teaching it to me, mmm?” you whispered, your eyes closed, craving to feel his lips against yours one more time.

He licked your neck, his tongue drawing a wet line up your throat, and you felt his crooked grin against your jaw when he heard you whimper, your brows furrowed in concentration. But when he pressed a wet kiss on that soft spot under your ear you lost it, your body going loose under his strong grip.

“Are you familiar with the traffic light system?” he asked, caressing the skin of your wrists, which was starting to turn slightly red, your pulse pounding like crazy against the palm of his hands.

“Green” you murmured, your eyelids fluttering with every movement of his lips against your bare neck while talking. “Oh, so green”.

“Just checking, baby girl” he chuckled, securing one of his hands over both of your wrists, the other one grabbing you by your jaw. “You say red, we stop. Meanwhile, you're all mine”.

You didn't have time to respond before he attacked your lips again, and you melted into the kiss, the pressure of his fingers controlling your face adding fire to the excitement pooling in your core. You couldn't help but sigh, your mouth responding messily to the demanding rhythm of his lips, a gasp spilling out as in one swift bite, Chris pushed his tongue in. You didn't care that your shoulders were beginning to get a little sore, not when you were savouring him like that, when he was kissing you in a way that had you craving more, that had you shivering against the wall every time his hips pressed you into the hard surface behind your back.

And when he parted from you, your lips chasing his in an action that made you feel embarrassed, you opened your eyes. You could still feel the touch of his fingers lingering on your skin, even if he had removed them, when you felt his hand snake between your bodies, cupping your cunt with a contented sigh. He began to rub the spot, fast motions over your clit that made you throw your head back, eyes closed in pleasure, feeling his soft fingertips move in circles expertly.

Your thighs twitched in anticipation each time Chris increased the speed of his fingers, clenching into nothing, ignoring the way your skirt had risen up to your waist. You knew you were leaving a stain in your underwear, you felt it, wet, against your entrance, and wondered if he was feeling it too. But all thoughts left your mind as you felt him pull your panties aside, his fingers collecting all your arousal, and your breath hitched as he slid them between your folds.

You heard him breathe out a shaky "Fuck..." as he felt the way you tightened around him, your walls swallowing his fingers with hunger, your hips following his rhythm and jerking non-stop to his thrusts, working you up with regular, fast movements. All you could do was beg him not to stop, to go faster, harder, as your legs quivered, gasping and crying out until you came in his hand.

"Open your eyes" he ordered you, his voice demanding and raspy, and your eyelids flickered before you made eye contact with him. You parted your lips, a breathy moan spilling between them, as you watched him bring his fingers to his mouth, his tongue sucking them clean. "You're not so talkative anymore, are you, brat?"

You shook your head, allowing him to use you as he pleased, feeling the firmness of his body against yours, the exact moment when he released your wrists from his grip. His hands flew to your hips to keep your legs from giving way under your weight, and your arms fell slack, the only thing that seemed to keep you sane being Chris's predatory gaze on you.

A gasp left your lips as Chris spun you around quickly, pressing himself to you again, his knee between your legs, his aching cock throbbing against you. You stifled a whimper against your hand, the other resting on the wall, the coolness of the surface providing some relief to your heated skin and he attached his lips to your neck.

You missed his touch when he moved his hands away again to unbuckle his belt, grabbing a condom from his back pocket before undoing the button of his jeans, shoving his pants and underwear down. Seeing you fall apart on his fingers had affected him more than he would ever admit, his leaking tip being the proof of it, and he needed to fuck you stupid so he could forget about you.

He stroked himself a couple of times before slipping the condom down his shaft, sliding then his hand over your belly, pulling you to him, and his cock inside you, the stretch making his low grunt and your muffled moan mingle in the air you breathed. Chris felt his ego grow as with each thrust all he heard was your soft ah, ah, ah's flooding his ears, letting him arch your back as he wished, his hands permanently gripping the flesh of your hips with a bruising grip.

“Fuck—cunt feels s’good—ah, around my cock” he slurred, your desperate clenching driving you both insane.

His pace didn't falter, his hips slamming aggressively against your ass, fucking you with all the strength of his swimmer body. And you couldn't stop babbling obscene noises, pushing yourself back at him, trying to find some support in the wall, every trust leaving you breathless, feeling his chest against your back when he bottomed out.

And when you started to sound wrecked, when your eyes rolled back into your head and his fingers digged into your skin, hips shattering into each other with precision, you let out a broken moan, the orgasm that had been building inside you finally snapped. You felt how he pulsed inside you, fucking into you almost at an animalistic pace, chasing his relief, and when he came, a low grunt echoing in the room, his hot, sticky cum filled the condom, his hips rolling into yours to ride your highs together.

You allowed yourself a moment, feeling his body over yours, both of you breathless, panting, his sweaty forehead resting against one of your shoulder blades, to recollect yourself. Chris slipped out of you, getting rid of the used condom, and you heard his airy laugh as you leaned with your back against the wall, adjusting your underwear and pulling down your skirt, smoothing all the wrinkles on its fabric.

When you hear the sounds of Chris’ belt, watching him accommodating it comfortably around his hips, you made eye contact with him, curving your lips in a cute smile —that cute smile you always flashed when you had what you wanted— and you approached him. You left a sweet kiss on his cheek, a gesture that contrasted too much with the roughness with which you had just treated each other, and you placed your hand on his chest for a moment, one last caress before whispering your farewells.

“It was fun, Chris” you muttered, your lips dancing over his without touching. “Enjoy the rest of the night”.

And you winked at him, closing the door on your way out, and heading back to the party. You could have asked for a second round, pushing your luck, getting your hopes up. You could have even got his number, let him use you as his fucktoy, enjoying his body if you couldn't have his heart. But you knew what guys like him were like: angelic looks, impeccable manners. If he was a great swimmer, even if he had too many red flags, it meant nothing when you yourself behaved like one of those sharks. How was it? Delicate poet by day, fuckgirl at night.

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bluuff · 2 years

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SUB LUCIFER

lucifer who’d come home from work, all drained and tired so you make it up to him since he’s been a good boy this week. he’s such a pleaser for you that he would do anything to hear you call him a good boy, a pretty baby and yours. he’d put all of his pride to the side just to hear lovely words leave your mouth for him to hear.

“i’ve been good (n-name..), please..?” he’d ask you to make him feel good almost every weekend and you would give in cause that’s atleast you could do in exchange for him being obedient for you. palm his slit while give him praises and compliments that will get him blushing. stroke his base up to the tip before completely taking him in. he might try to silence his moans so he wouldn’t be heard by others but would in the process, pretty whimpers and mewls will leave his mouth while he still tries to thank you for touching him. make him cum for as much as he wants cause he’s worthy for it.

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bluuff · 2 years

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SUB ASMODEUS

asmodeus really likes to touch you whenever you guys are together or having sex such as groping or sucking your breasts, and putting his hands on your hair but today was different. he was misbehaving and throwing shitty comments and looks all day to you. such as judging what you’re wearing, ordering you around, giving you glares and more. you really thought he’s just playing with you, trying to be annoying so you would give him attention but you were wrong. he had a really bad day so he’s letting it out on you without a reason. and that results to punishing him with his worst nightmare. “fuck— m’sorry please- i want to touch youuu-! won’t do it again! please hah- let me!” asmo cries out trying to reach you like a fucking baby but he had his wrist tied up on the headboard preventing him.

he’s so desperate for you. tear stained, quivering lips, body covered in sweat, squirming all over the place as you ride him in a painfully slow pace. lightly toying his nipples and pulling them and twisting them. he’s so fucked out trying to bargain, beg, make you feel bad but it won’t work for you. he was the purpose on why you did this anyway. and you can’t do him right for his wrongs.

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bluuff · 2 years

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SUB SANZU

thinking about kissing up on sanzu’s body while he whines for you to just fuck him already. he’s so cute being teased. i can picture him pout and be teary eyed cause he can’t take it anymore. poor guy wants you to touch, ride, spit on his little dick. he wants to be a good boy so bad for mommy but you’re making it hard for him. so to make up for all the teasing you ended up fucking him dumb. sanzu is pussydrunk from this point. whimpers and whines will leave his mouth cause of how good your insides are.

“hng—! i love you m-mommy..”

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bluuff · 2 years

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SUB SATAN

satan asking you to stop treating him like a baby cause he is independent and a big boy now– from bathing him to letting him suck on your breasts like a child. he can do all things by his own now and wants to be the dominant! no need for mommy. so you let him do what he wants, which is to take control. poor boy failed when he went straight into fucking your pussy. he just stood there, letting your cunt suck him in. all he could do was whimper. it’s too hard. he misses when he just had to lay down and let you play with his body as long as you want. he’s so weak without mommys’ help, so vulnerable and fragile. baby could only cry asking you for forgiveness and mercy, please forgive him. so you did!! wiping off the tears on his face and kissing him, allowing you to fully take control and dominate his mouth while you continue what he started. he now knew he couldn’t even last a day without you having to take care of him.

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bluuff · 2 years

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SUB LEVIATHAN

..levi with a tongue piercing!! you’d wanna tease and give him a hard time so much. touch him while he tries to stay quiet cause he is in a middle of a game and has his mic turned on. you are also making him suck your middle & index finger, letting your flesh rub and toy on his piercing. droplets of drool will fall onto your thigh while precum leaks down his tip. poor baby can’t even cover up the whimpering, light-panting with his keyboard typing noises. he’d look at you in a pleading way cause he’s having a hard time keeping down his noises plus if you and him get caught, hell he’d be punished by you (which is your fault also) and he doesn’t want that. he wants to be good for you but also you forcefully teasing him is a bad idea. he can’t do anything about it though, baby wants no punishments.

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bluuff · 2 years

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SUB DRAKEN

draken who’s praise starved so much you have to give this boy any compliment & reassurance any time he wants and demands. it’s too good to be true honestly, a tough looking guy who’ll cry when not get any attention from his girlfriend? too cute!! whenever you’re not too busy you give him a reward cause why not? he deserves all of it. you’ll have your pretty boy in a half-lidded rolled back eyes and a drooling mouth with your blowjob. “your mouth feel s-so good on my dick, ma..” he’ll babble thank you’s and mommy’s nonstop. and after he cums, you kiss his pretty lush lips so he can taste his own seed.

“who’s my good boy?”

“me, mommy.”

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bluuff · 2 years

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SUB MAMMON

break mammon’s pride!!! make him wear bunny ears, knee high socks, arm fishnets and a skirt. god he’ll look like a pretty princess while you peg him. fuck his hole till he’s sobbing and tinted red from how good you’re making him feel and that he doesn’t deserve all of this. stroke his cock rapidly till it’s all milked out & give him many praises. oh how pretty he looks, how good he’s taking all of it. such a messy boy. he’s so out of his mind that even when you make him cum for only a few times, he already wants to quit cause it hurts/feels too good. from your strap bruising his insides, you stroking him, and seeing your breasts bounce, giving him permission to suck on them. he is painted in sweat and tears while still panting heavily from your movements. you’ll probably hear the longest moan he has ever let out when he releases.

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kny-agere · 6 months

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Sorry for the double douma asks but I can't help but keeping thinking about little douma! I was wondering if you could possibly do a little douma drabble with cg kotoha? I was thinking it could be about the first time douma really regresses around her and kotoha being a complete mama bear at heart takes it all in stride! This has been going around in mind for a bit and I think that it's adorable! ^^ (as always 0 pressure to do this!!)

-Kerfuffle :3

Nooo worries!! Tbh as long as it’s not everyday I think it’d be hard to bother me with asks :p gives me an excuse to take breaks in between my main blog projects

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“I don’t understand why you care for him so much, he can’t even do anything.” Douma prodded Inosuke with a sharp finger. The baby simply giggled when his cheek was poked, a horrible survival instinct. Trying to grab the offending object Inosuke missed several times. When he finally caught the finger Douma quickly pulled it away.

Despite the harsh display Kotoha just laughed. “He’s precious to me. I have to be there precisely because he needs me.” She bends over to scoop up the boy. Once she settles back his chubby little feet dangle right above Douma’s head.

“Aren’t I precious to you too?” He’s not sure why he asks. Douma is the most precious man within the building. Kotoha touches him gently like he’s crafted from gold.

“Of course you are.” Her eyes soften. Fingers run through his hair again. She traces the edge of the insignia on his head. “How come I can’t have two nice boys to care for?”

The man’s eyes slip closed. “I don’t like to share.” He scoots back as Inosuke attempts to kick him. “Can’t you just be my mama?” Douma doesn’t know why he phrases it that way. He supposes if he is to stand in opposition of the baby then Kotoha must be in the position of mother for the both of them. It just makes sense that way.

“Oh come here.” She scoops his head into her free hand and places a kiss upon his forehead. Inosuke happily babbles nonsense and tugs on the blonde strands of hair that scatter over his face.

Her honest response was strange, wasn’t this all just a joke? He’d play along for now. Kotoha’s hand brushing along his face was nice. Usually his followers wouldn’t be this close to him save for sex.

“I suppose Ino could go down for a nap, if it really bothers you.” A little frown forms on her lips. It’s not entirely sad, playful in a pouty sort of way. “But I’d love if my two favorite people could get along. Like little twins!”

“Tell him to stop touching me then”

“Don’t be overdramatic, he’s just curious. I think he still gets overwhelmed with all the people here.”

Douma doesn’t want to talk about the child anymore. He decides he’s fine with the chubby little fingers that poke his scalp. “Do you get overwhelmed at all?”

“Hm, I think I’ve gotten used to it now. It helps that all the girls here are so nice! And of course I have a lot to thank you for gracious founder.”

“You can call me Douma if it would please you.” His other moniker was simply given to him one day and it caught on like wildfire. Though sometimes it does feel nice to be addressed in such a grandiose way.

“Douma… It feels funny to call you that.” She giggles again, inspiring her baby to coo as well. “Thank you for having me, in general I mean, but also now. You’re so generous.”

“I am aren’t I?” He burrows closer into her lap. Of course he supplied Kotoha with a new wardrobe upon her arrival, which was mostly light cotton or soft silk. It feels nice against his shut eyes.

She takes the bait in stride. “Such a good boy, you do a good job taking care of me.” The woman attempts to wiggle out from beneath him. “Can I get into a more comfortable position?”

Grabbing tight onto her kimono for a brief moment Douma pulls in before he ultimately parts. It’s hard for Kotoha to move around on his plush mattress. She has to push through layers of pillows in all different sizes.

Instead of crossing her legs she pushes them straight out. Instead of holding her child she positions him against her side. Cushioning him with a few more pillows so he sits properly the woman frees her other arm. Stretching them out she motions for the man to fall back into her lap. He crawls over to tuck his head underneath her stomach once more. The thick layers of her obi are a little uncomfortable. He paws at the stiff fabric. When she doesn’t take the hint Douma tugs at it more stubbornly.

“Stop that, I’m not going to take my tie off.” Her words don’t hold any malice. Kotoha simply guides his hands back towards himself.

Douma turns his face into her lap. Her hands start combing through his hair again but the man isn’t quite as pleased this time.

“Don’t be sour. I’ll wear something more comfortable next time and we can cuddle. We’ll have a pajama party.” She makes a mighty attempt to push his face to the side so she can peer at his eyes again. With Douma’s inhuman strength he keeps himself rooted in place.

With a faux sad tone the woman moves past him. “Oh well, I guess Ino will get some cuddles all by himself.” The moment she reaches for her baby Douma’s hand reaches out to intertwine their fingers.

He slowly reveals her face, lips puckered and ready for a kiss. She aims for his forehead instead, fingers lightly dropping down to his cheeks. “There we go! Such a good listener.” Kotoha leans back again, other arm scooping down to cradle him.

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