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sashiavi · 8 months

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#10•𝙲𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜•#10

𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝙸𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ⁰.⁹ᵏ

Arataki Itto had a dangerous fixation. Sweet things. Lollipops, dango milk, sakura mochi, tri-colored dango - he had an intense sweet tooth, always seen with some kind of candy on a stick, poking from his lips as he grins. If it were a toothpick then maybe he'd seem cool, the white stick of a lollipop was definitely not intimidating - at least for a Gang Leader.

Itto's fixation - boarding on addiction - transcended to you, the new member, Shinobu's helper, a sweet little thing. He felt immediately drawn to you, ready to lend a hand, always pestering you and offering you sweet treats. He gets closer to you, enough to smell your sweet sakura perfume, see the soft pretty flush of your cheeks and the sweet little smiles you throw his way. He found himself a new favourite sweet thing; You.

Itto groans loud from his throat, muffled by his thick tongue lapping at your pretty, wet pussy. He grips your squishy thighs with his massive hands, petting them up and down as he laps at you dumbly. Your sweet, creamy slick on his tongue drives him mad, he hiccups a short moan against your core. Gods if only you knew what you did to him.

He grips your thighs, pulling you down, squishing your pussy against his lips. His thick teeth threaten to press into your aching clit as he shakes his head against your cunny. Archons he was so fucking desperate, he could not get enough of your sweet, gushy pussy. Itto moans wantonly, desperately into your cunny as he kisses, sloppy sweet hot kisses all over your clit. You moan and squeal above him, tugging at his thick locks of hair, fingers grazing over the sensitive base of his horns. He ruts his hips against the futon, latching his lips against your sensitive little clit. What he may lack in skill, he makes up for in his eagerness, absolutely fucking lost in your cunny.

He suckles and spits and laps at your pussy, hurdling you into absolute bliss. He drinks you up, fucking himself drunk on your pretty, creamy cunt. You cum with a hot press of his tongue, squirting your sweet juices all over his face. He buries his face impossibly further, barging his broad nose into your clit, lapping hard at your aching cunny hole.

He lifts his head for just a moment, lips parted and eyes hazy, cheeks and chin dribbling with spit, absolutely coated in your sticky sweetness. He licks at his lips before licking a strong stripe over your sensitive little clit.

Itto's hunger for your sweetness was never ending. Your legs hang down from a table, calves numb, fingers attempting to clutch at the smooth table top. Itto knees behind you, large palms heavily petting your plump ass cheeks, spreading you apart for him to see your delicious, juicy pussy. He wastes no time devouring your sweet cunt. His long tongue bullies into your pretty hole, oozing with slick and spit. He fucks you with his tongue from behind, relishing in your cries and attempts to hump back on to his face. Two fingers come up to rub slow circles into your clit, making your pussy gush sweetly on his tongue.

Itto is loud, slurping his tongue here, there and everywhere, breathing hotly into your pussy. His knees ache, his cock leaks, but he couldn't care less, he ignores his weeping, dribbling cock in favour of suckling on your sweet pussy. He whines into your folds, his noises muted in short staccatos following his tongue movements. He wraps his lips over your weeping cunny, fucking his tongue into your hole, his teeth threaten to bite into your achey folds.

You wriggle your hips into his face grinding back on his tongue. His fingers speed up on your clit, his tongue rubs hard against your inner walls. You whine and writhe of his tongue, legs shaking, threatening to collapse as you reach another orgasm. Itto buries himself deep into your pussy, curling his tongue in just the right way, urging your sweetness out of you. You cum again, clit pulsing hard, cunny clenching on his tongue. You cream again, messing all over his chin, he whines and groans and praises you so sweetly.

"S' a good girl.. my pretty girl… sweet girl n' her sweet pussy.. jus' for me.." He babbles into your cunt.

He flips you, laying you on the table, towering over your form, pinning you down before fucking his tongue into your messy little pussy again. You cry and sob and grip on to his long horns, pulling him closer into your cunt. You hump and grind into his mouth, wrapping your pretty thighs around his ears. Itto's eyes roll back, spitting and kissing into you, lapping drunkenly at your sweet, sweet cunny.

Than Gods for his stamina and insatiable hunger. He could not get enough of your sweet taste on his tongue. He was addicted, drunk and drugged on you, fucked stupid and he hadnt even touched his weeping achey cock yet. He could spend all night lapping at your sweet pussy. Maybe he will.

A lil smth smth to tie my bbs over before I finish up today's piece 😩

I kNOw I'm late shhhhh ShhHhh- I've had a big start to the week 😔😔

But I've finished up uni work so 👉👈 I will now have more time to finish up my drafts heuehu

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dira333 · 4 months

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Haikyuu Masterlist - Organized by Schools

Aoba Johsai (Seijoh)

The World's most (un)serious Game of Chicken - Hanamaki/Makki

We go deeper than the ink... - Hanamaki/Makki (drabble)

Latte me be your lover - Iwaizumi

Of Godzilla and the Night Sky - Iwaizumi

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Kunimi & Dango, Bus, Akaashi

Spa-Day - Kyoutani (drabble)

What's in a scarf - Matsukawa

Brother's best friend - Mattsun

A plush for a lover - Oikawa

Your heart fits like a key - Oikawa (drabble)

There's no fire without air - Oikawa

Away from home - Oikawa (FC)

Dateko (Date Tech)

Sound of Silence - Aone

A Good Man - Aone

Lap Cat - Aone

Crossing balconies - Aone (FC)

Lover’s play Aone

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Koganegawa & Hoodie

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Koganegawa & Karma

Gummy bears Koganegawa

Fukurodani

One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings - Akaashi

Meet Cute - Akaashi (drabble)

to be known - Akaashi Keiji (Soulmate AU) - Version 2

Spring - Bokuto

By a hair - Bokuto (FC)

Bokuto with an overweight reader

Inarizaki

Let me run from you - Atsumu

And they were Roommates - Atsumu

No Dating Allowed - Ginjima x Chubby! Reader

Strawberry Love - Kita

happy accidents - Kita

What's in a passion? - Osamu

When the Love of your Life has a twin - Osamu (Angst)

Already Gone - Osamu (FC)

Soul-Food - Osamu (FC)

The Gremlin or how to get over yourself - Suna

Itachiyama

(Not) hard to love - Komori (FC)

Senpai - Komori

Technicolour Beat - Sakusa

Imagine, Pride and Prejudice - Sakusa

Neon Kitchen - Sakusa

Fall - Sakusa

Kamomedai

Big Dreams - Hoshiumi

love is in the small things Hoshiumi

Karasuno

Took my soul, wiped it clean - Asahi

Glass Heart, take flight - Asahi (FC)

love is in the small things Asahi

The Muse - Asahi

Where the sea meets the land - Daichi

What’s summer to you Hinata

One door closes, another one opens - Kinoshita Hisashi

Imaginary friend - Kageyama

There is no time like Spring Kageyama

Winter Kageyama

Be yourself Nishinoya

In Handwriting - Tanaka

Your heart fits like a key - Tsukishima Akiteru (drabble)

Don't tease - Tsukishima Kei

To be honest - Tsukishima Kei

Open Up - Tsukishima Kei (follows When we went from friends to this)

When we went from friends to this - Tsukishima Kei

Orange Peel Theory - Ukai Keishin

Sassy reader Tsukishima Kei

Writer and muse Yamaguchi

Nekoma

My neighbour Totoro/Taketora - Yamamoto

The way to a (wo)man's heart - Fukunaga

Baby Series - Kenma - Period Pains

Big Stretch - Kenma

When I felt like I was an old cardigan - Kenma

Fragments of my long fic: who do you like ; sleepover ; to hold and to let go Kenma

Carpe Puella - Kuroo

love is in the small things Kuroo

Nohebi

Who's gonna break my heart - Daishou Suguru

Shiratorizawa

Roll the Dice Drabbles - Tendou & Candy Apple

Little Flame - Tendou

Blue Salvia - Ushijima

TEAM MSBY

Not an easy job - Meian

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu drabbles #hq x reader #masterlist

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yaekiss · 8 months

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Congratulations on the 400! If I'm not too late, may I send a #mailroom open letter to a yan!Albedo? Any gender neutral or feminine nickname would work and, if it so pleases you, a nsfw reply would be lovely.

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To my lovely Albedo,

How are you, love? Are you taking care of yourself while I'm away? As I sit here, working away in Inazuma City while I enjoy a sweet dessert, I cannot help but think of you... and your tendency to get swallowed up by your research when I'm not there to reel you back.

I was hoping that my business here would be done far faster than this. I suppose it isn't all bad, though. I can't say that I've ever been a social person, but people have been nothing but kind to me thus far. I may have even made a friend. But still, my heart belongs to you- and as such, no matter how I may enjoy my time, I can only eagerly await the moment I am able to return home.

I miss you dearly, my prince. I'll make sure to work even harder so that our time apart may be shortened by even a little bit. I can't to have you in my arms again, to feel the warmth of your embrace and know that everything is right with the world.

We both know that I could go on with the sweet words for pages and pages, so it's probably best that I stop here. Stay safe and take care of yourself, alright? I love you so, so much.

May my affections cross what feels like an eternity apart,

Your Wistful Lover

(Alongside the letter are various, shockingly well-preserved Inazuman sweets including Sakura Mochi and Dango milk, as well as a small pouch containing a handful of carefully-chosen Sakura Blooms. Lastly is an intricately designed silken blindfold, with its own little note attached that reads, "I had this custom made for you. I wanted to make one myself, but I couldn't find the time. Hopefully you like it anyway!")

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Albedo, no gendered terms for reader, Albedo calls you "my constant", mentions of blindfolds and a vibrator used on Albedo, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Albedo, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Albedo sure is a busy man to track down... I had to look for him all over Mondstadt since he was gathering quite a collection of alchemy ingredients. It was quite the staggering assortment too... I never understand what he's planning. ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Placed at your hotel doorstep is an innocuous package. It's decently sized, the box a lovely shade of pale indigo and shifting it slightly under the light shows an underlying iridescence hidden in the pigment.

Undoing the sturdy rope securing the lid down, you gain access to the contents within the box. You first retrieve a wondrous blooming bouquet of cecilias, wrapped in a sheer gauzy yellow fabric and tied with a teal satin ribbon. The petals are soft under your caress and for a moment, you reminisce about the first cecilia Albedo gifted to you after showcasing his alchemy.

Next, you fish out a cloth drawstring pouch. Peering into it, there's an assortment of all your favourite Mondstadt candies, enough to last you weeks. A little tag is attached to one of the strings, it reads: “In case you miss your usual sweet treats and need a boost of energy. ♡”

Unwrapping one, you pop it into your mouth before you pull out an envelope. The paper is smooth under your fingers and an impressive sketch of Dragonspine decorates the front. Flipping the envelope over, there's a wax seal, a cursive letter “A”, with flecks of gold dotted in it.

Carefully, you open it and obtain the parchment inside. His handwriting is a sight you've missed, from days spent watching him jot down his hypothesis and findings in his laboratory. Albedo's response to you reads:

“Replying to: My beloved constant.

Thank you for writing to me, my constant, I was growing somewhat nervous with your prolonged silence and I feared something unsavoury might have happened to you. As such, I am writing back to you to assure you that I've been doing alright as well. Though, I'm sure I would do a lot better with you by my side.

Next, I must thank you for the gifts you sent me. I shared the sweets with Klee and she has been pleading nonstop with me for more. Also, the sakura blooms were of high quality and proved immensely useful in my research. If you're willing, I can share my findings with you when you return, my constant.

Now, I can't help but ask what went through your mind, gifting me such a sly gift as a blindfold. What scene did you picture in your head? Was I blindfolded and tied up on your bed while begging for you to please touch me? Or perhaps I'm laid on my laboratory table, my sight obscured with the silk, pliant and willing as you drag a vibrator across my skin in an attempt to find my erogenous zones? Did you fantasise about muffling my moans with a kiss as you toyed with me? You should reenact it with me as soon as you get back, my constant, I feel as if I'm about to burst with how much I long for your embrace.

Ahem, getting back on track, I too have been working hard. (Fret not, I have not been overworking myself. I do not wish to worry you after all.) And I've made discoveries of my own and uncovered intriguing new possibilities whilst ruminating alone in my laboratory. I heard of the Inazuman archon's dedication to eternity.

Eternity... goes against natural orders, but lately, I have been finding myself relating to her obsession with such a concept. You might think it strange, my constant. However, I can understand how fearing the loss of someone close to you can affect your decisions, despite the morality of said actions.

You are golden in my eyes, unforgettable, and the time I spend with you feels like I'm the closest to unravelling the truth and meaning of this world. Is it my greed talking when I say that I want more time to uncover all of you, to understand the very fibre of your being, to see what has irreversibly drawn me to you and what makes you stay by my side? Maybe it is, but that is a question best saved for another day, my constant.

I shall end my letter here. I sincerely hope that the rest of your stay in Inazuma goes smoothly and safely, and that your return will be swift. I cannot wait to have you by my side once more, my constant. I love you so, so much as well.

Ever and eternally yours,

- Albedo -”

You fold the parchment and place it back into the envelope. One last item rests in the box. It's a handpainted painting of you, framed in an intricate wooden frame. Albedo captures your smile in the sunlight, the background featuring one of the picnics the both of you went on recently before you left for Inazuma.

However, you notice that one of the corners is a little wrinkled. Removing the backing of the frame to fix it, you discover another layer of canvas material behind that first painting. Gingerly, you peel it back to reveal a haunting portrait of the both of you.

In dim lighting, you're seated on his laboratory table whilst he's knelt at your feet, his head resting on your lap. You almost don't recognise yourself. You're familiar with his art style but in this, you're ethereal to an eldritch degree... almost devoid of humanity. It's unnerving, to say the least.

Perhaps Albedo's research has veered into more forbidden territories, challenging the principals of nature, all in the name of love. You muster one more look at the portrait.

A matching star rests delicately on your neck. In the bottom corner, he titles it “New birth.”

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suzukiblu · 4 months

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Call me cute and feed me sugar wip

I don’t know what that is, Tim lies immediately in what might be the fastest text of his life. Kon sends back more laughing emojis.

ahahahahaha u LIAR! he says, along with more hearts and some miscellaneous candy emojis that Tim doesn’t really know how to feel about. He didn’t even know there were that many candy emojis. Well–that one might be dango, actually, he’s not sure if that really–omg u R sugaring me!! r u shopping 4 a sugar baby, tim drake?? is that ur secret master plan here????

#anonymous #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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ddollipop · 2 years

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YOU BRING THE DEMON OUTTA ME. . . ! — ( ARATAKI ITTO. )

#. synopsis! — itto mistakes the reader for a prostitute but gets her into bed anyhow because he's just that good. (alternatively: itto is big, dumb, and full of cum) .

#. contains! — explicitly nsfw content , doggystyle sex , cum eating/cum swallowing , missionary position , cumming on face/stomach , blowjob , oral sex , cunnilingus , soft + sweet , himbo itto , slightly experienced reader .

#. word count! — 4.0k .

Itto isn’t exactly a master of self control. He’s painfully impulsive, much to the dismay of his gang (especially poor Shinobu who’s always left to clean up his messes,) and he lacks a lot of things. . . Like tact and subtlety. And that’s glaringly on display tonight as he approaches you from across the beach, chest comically puffed out. If he weren’t so attractive, you likely would have had a hard time taking him seriously the moment he switched his weight from one muscular leg to the other, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

“How much?” He asks, attempting to sound sauve, but failing to recognize that his voice is all but quivering under the weight of his own nerves.

You stifle a laugh. He doesn’t need to explain, —you know what he’s truly asking for, but you’re going to have to regret informing him that he’s got the wrong person for the job he’s looking to have done tonight. Though you must admit, his inability to be discreet is quite cute.

“One thousand five hundred Mora,” you answer.

As expected, a look of shock crosses his face; eyes widening as if he’d just seen a ghost somewhere off in the distance behind you. You manage to bite back an amused smile.

“O-Only one thousand five hundred?” He parrots, “—for the whole night?”

He’s making it unbelievably difficult to hold yourself together and keep from bursting into laughter.

“For the whole night,” you nod in confirmation. “The price never changes.”

Itto’s relieved to hear that for a moment. It’s one thing to gather funds from his gang members as a way to throw parties or host fun events, but to snatch money away from them to pay for a night of trick turning. . . That’s less acceptable, and even he (in all his social ineptness) knows that. This was an unexpected expense, though. Normally, Itto is okay with taking care of his more personal needs all by himself; no help necessary. His hand does the job fine, if he does say so himself. But tonight, it’s just not cutting it. He’s tried: but masturbation isn’t working well enough, and he’s craving the touch of a sweet young woman. Specifically you.

Truth be told, he’s been eyeing you down like fresh prey up for the taking since he first spotted you chatting it up with a few other women just before sundown. You suspect that’s why he assumed you were selling a bit more than the sweet drinks on your wheel adorned cart, because you often make conversation with the working women of the area. Though your friends were undoubtedly lovely, there was something Itto found to be magnetizing about you in particular. He hasn’t been very good at hiding it either, much to the dismay of Shinobu, who really doesn’t want to have to bail him out of jail tonight if he shoots his shot and you find yourself at odds with it. He definitely knows how to take no for an answer, but Itto sucks at reading social cues, and this is a particularly precarious situation. . .

Thankfully, you’re more amused (and maybe a bit endeared) by him than anything else.

“I should have,” he pauses, stuffing his large hands into the pockets of his baggy pants, “enough. . .”

Itto pulls out a handful of golden coins and a few wrappers, presumably from some sort of candy, and places them in the open palm of your hand. It’s probably a little less than what it should be, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that. Instead, you stuff the coins into your collection jar and make a mental note to remove the wrappers later on.

“Here you go,” you say, handing him a bottle of dango milk.

He takes it, and though the size is quite big, it looks like a child’s toy in his large hand. There’s something sweet about the cute, bow adorned bottle being held against the flat of his palm, but you say nothing of it.

“Uh. . .” he says, gaze flickering between your pretty face and the drink in his hand, “thank you?”

You mimic his earlier movements, leaning around the cart to whisper in his ear.

“I’m not selling what you’re looking for,” you tell him, a snicker itching on the tip of your tongue.

Though your words aren’t really what he was hoping to hear from you, the way your warm breath ghosts against the shell of his ear sends a pulse straight to his cock. He can feel another hard-on coming, shifting his weight uncomfortably again. The friction sends another jolt to his groin, and he immediately regrets having moved at all.

“H-Huh?” He questions, a little squeak catching the end of it.

You raise a hand in front of his face, snatching the attention of his gaze before pointing down to the sign plastered on the front of your cart.

“I sell dango milk.”

Itto looks between the sign, your face, and the drink in his hand multiple times over and in that exact order. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, and you can hear him swallow roughly. He’s not sure what to do or say now.

“Still. . .” you drag the word out a bit, pausing just to see if he squirms a little (and he does.)

“It’s almost closing time anyway. So maybe if you ask nicely, I might be able to help you with your. . . Other needs.”

Come on, who can blame you? Itto might have a bad reputation around these parts, but isn’t that just part of the fun? Part of the thrill? It’s just in human nature to be a little self-destructive every once in a while. Not that this man really seems to be all that bad in the first place. You’re definitely beginning to chalk those rumors up to just that, because (from what you’ve seen thus far) Itto just appears to be a little misunderstood.

Sure, he’s been painfully obvious about wanting to fuck your brains out, —but isn’t that also part of the fun sometimes?

From what you’ve gathered, Itto is mostly harmless. You think mostly because you haven’t quite gotten him into bed yet, and for all you know, he’s a biter or something. . . Not that you’d mind that too much. In fact, you have a sneaking suspicion you might like it.

He’s all but lost in a daze as you ask a familiar face to close up for you and take the cart elsewhere. It’s an easy matter to settle, and you feel secure in the wake of it. Secure enough to go off and get a small room on the first floor of an otherwise unoccupied motel. Its decor is definitely based on Mondstadt, and the room itself seems to follow the same style, which you can only assume is the reason they don’t get as much business as they could. After all, this is Inazuma, and it would likely serve their business much better to decorate accordingly.

You quickly push that to the back of your mind. It’s unimportant now that Itto is standing just behind you, lips pursed into a tight, thin line. Though you don’t know him very well, you suspect that it’s unusual for him to be this quiet for so long, and you shimmy the jacket off your body and toss it onto the edge of the bed before turning to him completely and seeking to calm the storm inside him.

“There’s no need to be so tense,” you assure him, reaching out to smooth your palms over the expanse of his shoulders.

He tenses a little further under your touch, but relaxes just as quickly when he realizes just how gentle you’re being with him. For now, he likes that. It gets tiring always being seen as some sort of evil villain hellbent on wreaking havoc everywhere you go, and for whatever it’s worth, Itto likes to be treated with kid gloves every now and again.

“I don’t bite,” you continue on, pushing yourself up onto the tips of your toes to whisper properly in his ear. “Unless you tell me to.”

Fuck does he want you to. He’s growing restless, and though anxiety still thrums through every feeble vein in his muscular body, he needs you. It’s impossible to ignore the ache that continues to grow in his groin, and it’s making his mind go foggy.

He’s thankful when you take charge and match your hand to the curve of his neck, pulling him down a bit to comfortably capture his lips in a shaky kiss. It takes a moment for Itto react, but when he does, it nearly sweeps you off your feet. He’s out of sync with your movements, but you pause for a second to match him instead as his large hand travels to the small of your back, offering you a steadying force. His lips taste faintly of sweet dango milk, —the one he’s taken no more than a few sips of since you handed it to him originally, and you haven’t a clue where it is now.

Not that it matters.

You allow your hands to explore his body, skin burning against the pads of your fingertips. His breath hitches just a little when your nails trail along his abdomen, feeling every dip and divot to be found there. Itto groans into your mouth the moment your hand reaches the outline of his cock, attempting to gauge the length and girth. Even clothed you can tell he’s packing. It’s definitely nothing to sneeze at, and you worry for a moment if you’ll be able to take him now that you’ve gotten this far.

He breaks away from the sloppy kisses a little breathless now, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Can you please just. . .” he trails off, stepping back a few inches to rest his weary body against the motel wall.

You oblige. Even if you can’t force him down your throat until he can feel every muscle contract, you doubt he’s going to care too much. At this point, he seems like he’d take just about anything; mouth, hand, or otherwise. It also stands to reason that Itto is a pretty sweet guy just looking to get himself off, and you don’t have any qualms about being the ones to help him with that.

When his pants drop down to pool at his ankles in a rippling mess of fabric, you’re left staring at a big, fat cock with a blazingly red tip. Pre-cum has alreeady gathered in the long, deep slit, seeping out in little beads of transparent off-white. The veins of his member are prominent, protruding especially along the bottom and begging to be suckled at. What feels like mere seconds of silent admiration to you feels like eons to the aching man above you, and you get the hint when he places one of his hands along the crown of your head and you look up at him with semi-doed eyes, only to find that Itto has desperation written all over his face.

After offering a few kitten-licks to the reddened tip and feeling his fingers curl into the strands of your hair ever so gently, you tilt his cock up and give him a few loose-gripped pumps as you run your tongue along those veins. They were practically crying out for attention, and you are more than willing to give them exactly what they deserve. Itto sighs above you, head resting against the wall as his eyelids come together in bliss. You know so little about him, and yet it’s as if you know all the ways to get him off and push him over the edge.

Gathering saliva into your mouth, you spit onto his length and spread it down, lubricating him to the best of your ability. It’s a lot of area to cover, and you’re no magician when it comes to saliva production.

You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out and ignoring the dull ache that’s already begun setting into your jaw. He tastes salty and bitter, but it’s nothing unpleasant, and whatever your mouth can’t manage to reach, you’re taking care of with your hands. Itto is already a mess, broken moans falling from starved lips. This is all he’d been thinking about since he saw you on the beach, but to think he’d actually have it, —have you here on your knees before him, sucking him off and catering to his every whim. . . Ah.

He can’t imagine what he’s done to deserve you. He even thinks to himself that all those nights he spent locked up were simply stepping stones to this moment; and if this is Celestia’s way of apologizing to him, then consider every horrid run-in with Kujo Sara atoned for.

It doesn’t take much to send him over the edge. Having been hard from the start, the initial process was kickstarted, which made your job that much easier. Itto can’t really find the words to warn you when he’s about to shoot a load straight down your throat, but you pick up on the signs easily enough for that to be the warning in itself. You pull off just before he spurts cum down your jugular, taking your hand away to let him replace it with his own. Itto takes his own cock into his hands, grip tight as hell. Your wet tongue slides out of your mouth, ready for the deposit of seed.

His shaky hands aren’t the best for aiming, and more of it ends up on your cheek than it does in your mouth, but you scrape your fingers through the semen and lick it off easily enough. He might as well be ready to bust again the moment you swallow his seed down.

Now, it appears that you’ve unlocked something dangerously exciting. That inner beast inside Itto that you suspected was there is beginning to bear its fangs, and you’re more than ready to be a willing victim to its every wish and whim. The heat between your legs is tingling with desire, and though you’ve yet to touch yourself, you’re pretty certain all that mouth-work on Itto’s dick left you dripping.

“Lemme say a proper thank you,” he says, slurring his words a little as if just cumming on your tongue alone has already gotten him intoxicated.

Like the gentleman you largely expect he is, Itto helps you to your feet and helps you take your clothes off, although that last part was likely just as much for him as it was for you. His gaze rakes your body over, all but leaves him quivering with anticipation to touch, tease, and taste. He wastes no time in positioning you on the bed, being sure to spread your legs open before backing off to snatch the rest of his clothes from his body. There’s a mess of random fabrics and jewelry on the motel floor; but it is what it is for now, and the cleanup will have to wait until all of this ends.

Or until morning, if you decide it’d be okay to sleep next to Itto for the night.

As expected, the motel bed is pretty cheap and it creaks with even the slightest bit of movement. That might have irritated you under any other circumstances, but it feels so far away as your hands travel over your body, one stopping to fiddle with your perked up nipple, and the other teasing at your clit as you watch Itto undress himself completely.

He practically shoos your hand away when he makes his way over to the bed, itching to drink you in. His black, pointed nails dig into either of your thighs as he situates himself between them, eyeing the way light glimmers off your glistening folds. Your hands are in his hair, curving around the horns that protrude from his scalp as you take fistfuls in between your fingers, pulling just hard enough to make him hum, before his mouth has even attached itself to your clit. You’re a little embarrassed by the gasp that escapes you the moment he lets a drooling line of spit trickle from his mouth to your slit. It’s so hot that your insides clench inadvertently, and he loves the little twitch that’s visible from the outside.

A soft whine passes your lips as the flat of Itto’s tongue slides against you, splitting you open only to be swallowed in turn by your plush, burning lips. He laps all around, tongue darting inside and pulling up to prod at your swollen clit. A part of you wonders if you’ve ever felt this sensitive before, —or maybe it’s just that he’s so focused on giving you pleasure instead of rushing through the motions to get inside you that you’re able to get lost in every deliberate flick of his tongue.

“T-That’s so good,” you stammer, rolling your hips off the bed just a bit in hopes of matching the rhythm of his tongue.

In return, Itto presses you further into the mattress, splitting your thighs apart even more. His nails carve into your skin, but the pain feels more like pleasure now that you’re drowning in his presence. Whatever he’s doing, it’s working like a fucking charm. He’s got you choking on moans, writhing as best you can now with him pinning your legs down like this.

Itto thinks you taste like paradise, —like pure bliss in human form. You’re everything he’d been craving since dawn and more.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, managing to get the words out (although they were so rushed and airy that he hardly understood you.)

He responds by removing the hand from your right thigh, rubbing at your clit fast and hard with the pad of his middle finger as his tongue continues to lap at the lower half of your heat. You throw your head back, muscles clenching in unusion just to release the tension all at once. Itto eats you through the high, swilling your pussy out.

Exemplifying those gentlemanly qualities of his, he waits for your breathing to catch up with you before he makes any other sudden moves. He was already hard again halfway through the meal he’d made of you. You’re glistening more now with a mixture of his spit and your own arousal, and he has to keep himself from pushing his tongue back in for another round.

“C’mere,” he says eventually, guiding your lips to his own.

His lips taste more of you now than they do of dango milk. . .

He positions you so smoothly that it hardly registers what exactly he’s doing. On your knees, elbows keeping your tits from pressing to the bedsheets, ass hiked into the air, giving Itto ample access to your core. As he spits into the palm of his own hand, lathering himself up and guiding the tip of his cock to you, he smooths his free hand down the length of your spine. Tension you didn’t realize you were holding releases with his touch.

Itto is surprisingly gentle, pausing to let you adjust to his size more than once. Though his body is crying out for fast, rough movements, he knows that’ll have to wait a while longer if he’s to keep you at the forefront of his mind. This will be that much better if he knows you’re enjoying it just as much as he is, so he waits, and it’s no sweat off his back to do so.

He sighs in relief when he bottoms out inside you, your plush walls suckling on him like the open seas lapping at the shore. His balls are pressed against your swollen clit from this angle, and he smooths that hand back up your spine: slowly, deliberately, sweetly. Even when he moves for the first time, it’s nothing if not considerate and attentive to your every micro-movement.

Though his body is still begging him to fuck you silly and leave you sobbing into the sheets, he doesn’t know that he has the energy to keep that kind of tempo going for long. He goes faster, harder, nails digging into the flesh of your ass instead of your thighs now, —but he’s sure to keep you in mind all the while. Words are hard to form when someone as big as him is buried in your snatch, but noises of pleasure resonate from your drool-covered lips and form a chaotic melody when they intertwine with the creaking bed and Itto’s frequent groans and grunts.

He loves the way your walls seem to pulsate around him, and Itto thinks to himself that if it were a more practical endeavor, he might just stay here just like this with you forever.

It doesn’t take much for your upper body to collapse onto the bed, unable to keep steady any longer. Your fingers curl around the sheets when he ups his pace again, slamming into you quite a bit harder than before, his fingernails forming indents in the skin of your ass.

Leaning down, Itto peppers kisses along the plane of your shoulders, slowing himself for just a moment to grind his hips against you. Tingles of immense pleasure ripple from your well-fucked pussy to the tippy-top of your shivering, naked spine.

“Please,” you manage, finally finding the clarity to form words from the mess of haze and fog over your brain, “fucking please.”

“Turn over,” Itto returns, and although his wording could have easily been mistaken for a demand, his tone comes across as more of a desperate beg than anything else.

“I wanna see your eyes roll back when you cum.”

It’s not that this view was unenjoyable. Much to the contrary, Itto had a damn good time watching the fat of your ass jiggle and ripple with every inward thrust, —and he liked watching your muscles move under your skin. But if he may make just one more request for the night before he slips out through the door half-naked, he just really wants to see your face when you cum all over his cock.

You do as asked, insides aching from the emptiness when you move away from him to reposition yourself. Thankfully, he seems to be on the same page and as soon as the opportunity arises, he’s speared himself into you once more. His thrusts are deeper now, feeling like they’re touching every inch of you from the inside out. From this angle, he watches as you bite down on your own arm to muffle your moans, and you admire the markings on his body through half-lidded eyes heavy with pleasure.

“I-I’m gonna—”

Your words are cut off by a particularly delicious thrust, Itto slamming directly into the sweetest spot he could possibly hit. You’re left panting and reeling from the suddenness, an orgasm tingling so close just under the surface of your skin.

No more than a minute later, you’re sputtering something that sounds like fuck again and again as your eyes roll back (just the way Itto wanted.) You’re practically seeing stars along your vision, chest heaving and mind fogging over again as he pulls himself out and jerks himself off until he releases all over your lower stomach.

It’s warm and sticky, and now the room smells of sweat and sex, but there’s a grin on your lips that you can’t seem to wipe off.

“I. . .” Itto pants a little, “—I’ll leave whenever you want.”

You blink, staring at him like he’s crazy. If he’d phrased it any other way, you might well have been a bit offended, but the decision was yours, assumedly. The ball was in your court. If anything, he seems dejected. . . Like he’d never truly been shown enough kindness to accept that he might well deserve it from everyone.

“You don’t have to go,” you reply softly.

He seems surprised, but doesn’t appear to want to object. Maybe he’d been waiting to hear that all along.

“I can stay?” Itto questions.

There’s a glimmer of hope behind his eyes now. Any worries you had about spending the night with him have gone entirely out the window, and all you want to do now is wrap yourself around him, feel the stick of his skin against yours for the night, and drift off to sleep in his embrace.

“Yeah,” you nod, speaking gently. “You can stay.”

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mncxbe · 9 months

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Hello 👋 💃 i really love your works *gives lots of love and hugs to you 😘* Gentle Fyodor is REAL!! And i am here for it. Can you do Fyodor x fem reader where they go to a festival together and kiss kiss 💋 in a ferris wheel. You can also include Nikolai as their friend. Because look at this official art 🤤 I can already imagine Nikolai forcing them to take pictures together 😖😳 Thank you!!!

Omg thank you love and yes defo this is so cute and Nikolai would 100% be that friend who randomly takes pictures of everyone shhsjs. Hope you enjoy��

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Carnival♡

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

"Aww come on guys just one more. Say cheese" grinned the silvery haired man as he held the selfie stick above your heads.

You loosely placed an arm over Fyodor's shoulders and smiled, V-signing with your fingers. Nikolai quickly snapped a picture.

"Aww Dos kun you ruined the picture. Would it hurt to smile a little?" he pouted as he held the phone in front of you. Indeed, both you and Nikolai were smiling but Fyodor had the same impassive expression.

It's been about two hours since the three of you entered the bustling carnival and ever since Nikolai kept taking pictures of you and your boyfriend: next to the souvenir stand, riding the carrousel, eating glazed dango and cotton candy. He never gave you a break, desperate to capture every moment of your trip to the festival.

At first Fyodor didn't mind his friend's antics but they slowly started to get on his nerves. He just wanted to spend a few minutes with you.

That's why when Nikolai started mindlessly scrolling through his gallery Fyodor's fingers intertwined with yours and he gently pulled you away.

"Fedya what are you doing?" you chuckled "We can't leave Kolya like that"

"Shh myshka. We'll get back to him soon I just wanna spend soms time with you"

Your boyfriend guided you through the cheering crowd. The sun was beginning to set and the lampposts flickered to life, illuminating the park. Sweet scents of vanilla and melted sugar lingered in the air as you passed the food caravans on the side of the street.

"Are we going somewhere?" you asked sweetly but Fyodor only nodded.

"You'll see when we get there" he said dismissively as he snaked through the crowd.

Your boyfriend remained silent until the two of you reached your destination: the ferris wheel. He paid the entrance fee to a little boy in a blue yukata and then bowed, gesturing you to step into the cabin.

"After you, myshka" he said in a honeyed voice.

You stepped in the small cabin and took a seat on one of the benches; Fyodor joined you a moment after. The glass doors closed and the little box of metal began its ascension, slowly swaying in the light breeze.

The higher you got the more you could see of the glowing city. The festival park itself gleamed like a pearl, beams of neon lights creating a thin halo over the sea of people.

You gazed out the glass windows with wide eyes. "Look Fedya" you said enthusiatically as you pointed at something in the distance. "There are so many people on the carrousel! It's beautiful"

Your boyfriend barely registered your words; he was too busy relishing the sight of you in your indigo yukata with little koy-fish, sweeping hair gently framing your face. The lights of the city were reflected in your eyes.

Fyodor's heart was swelling with adoration. He scooted closer to you and took your hand in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

"You're more beautiful myshka." he said in a hushed voice.

His tender words caused a light blush to rise to your cheeks.

"My dear. You can't say that"

"And why not?" he added, sliding his thumb over your lower lip as the rest of his fingers came to rest under your chin. "It's the truth. You're enchanting."

The two of you locked gazes for a moment before Fyodor gently cupped your cheek and leaned in, his lips meeting yours. At first the kiss was so gentle, as if you were a porcelain doll he was afraid of breaking; but soon enough you slid your fingers up the nape of his neck and tugged at his bun.

"Don't tempt me myshka." he warned when he eventually pulled away from you, eyes glimmering with mischief. "You know what will befall you if you keep up this act."

You only smiled as you kissed him again, this time with more passion. By this time the cabin had already reached the top of the wheel and began slowly descending, but you were too abosorbed in one another to care.

Suddenly, a loud whoosh sounded in the crammed box and Nokolai's head emerged next to you.

"Aww here you are loverbirds. I found you alas. How could you abandon me like that" he cried out, but the wide grin of his face betrayed his cheerful state.

Fyodor hastly pulled away from you, his cheeks a dark shade of red.

"Get lost, Kolya. I don't recall you paying for this ride" he said awkwardly as he spared the man a side glance.

"Ah you're right Dos kun how silly of me. My apologies for interrupting your sweet, sweet moment. You're free to get back to it."

With that the portal closed and Nikolai disappeared, leaving you and Fyodor alone once again.

"He's something else, isn't he?" you asked between giggles, causing Fyodor to sigh.

"He surely is."

Wrapping a hand around your waist the man pulled you closer and you rested your head on his chest; your bodies fitting together like two pieces of puzzle. Your ride was coming to an end, the uproar of the crowd growing louder and louder with each second that passed.

"Thanks for taking me on the ferris wheel dear." you beamed as you stepped out of the cabin.

"It was my pleasure, my love."

Your boyfriend offered you his arm and you took it before walking back to the place where you left Nikolai, slowly being engulfed by the sweet scent of caramel and the bustling crowd.

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xanaxspritz · 3 months

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hi🥰🥰 i just saw your post about requests being open so here i am, brain filled with suguru worms🧎 i’ve been daydreaming sm about living a slow, romantic cottage-core life with this man. would you consider doing headcanons for that?🥹

an: wrote this in an aiport lol. set after suguru declares war on jujutsu high but doesn't die. escapes in exile with sorcerer!reader. this got a little dark sorry!

cw: a bit of tradwifery (sorry), possessiveness, vomiting, impregnation

you're still getting used to the country life. it's nice and tranquil. there's a few yuzu trees surrounding the cottage you and suguru inhabit and a strawberry field by the lake that's less than a mile away from the house. suguru moved you two to the japanese countryside after narrowly escaping death after the war against jujutsu high to lay low for a while, but his grip on you has only gotten stronger after leaving tokyo.

you made do with what you had. fleeing so quickly meant no time to pack. a part of you missed the temple, the people, the friends you made, and the huge master bedroom you and suguru shared (the cottage bedroom wasn't half the size). but suguru insisted that this tiny cottage would be the best chance from gojo or anyone from jujutsu high to find him, so here you were, bright and early fixing suguru breakfast.

"smells great darling," he says smiling as you pour the hot green tea into his teacup. "will you not have any yourself?"

"no, im not hungry," you shrug.

"hmm."

you sit in comfortable silence for a bit, looking out the window next to the table while he goes back to reading the paper. you knew you should feel lucky to be here, the village was so pretty and picturesque, and the villagers were so welcoming. you knew you should feel even luckier that surguru chose you, yes you, to run away with him. he fucks you harder now, rougher and more impulsively than the carefully calculated man that he was before. he cums inside you now, every single time as if he was trying to get you pregnant. maybe he's taking his frustrations out on you, or maybe he's just showing you how much he really loves you, and it would be a lie to say you didn't like it.

you feel his big hands rub your knee under the table, taking you out of your thoughts.

"you look like you're thinking about something," he raises an eyebrow.

"oh! it's nothing. just thinking about tokyo I guess," you say.

"I believe there's a festival in the village today. would my pretty girl like to get some sweets? we'll walk there together."

your ears perk up. "really?" you ask. maybe they'll have matcha dango you loved getting from the stand nearby the temple. maybe they'll even have candy apples. "I would love to go."

walking hand in hand, you stroll to the village center for the festival. suguru holds your hand tight, squeezing it, giving you a small, sweet, smile.

"I know it hasn't been easy for you," he begins "but you're doing a wonderful job. always so obedient, so caring of me. one day, I would like you make you my wife."

you're heart beats faster after the mention of "wife". this was the first time he's ever said the word. could this really be happening?

"I would be honored to," you grin unable to hide your excitement. for the rest of the day, you're elated and bubbly at the possible idea that one day you'll be suguru's permanently.

xxx xxx xxx xxx

he fucks you fast and hard that night, you take every inch of his dick a the good girl you are, leaving his dick inside of you overnight while you sleep in his embrace. the next morning you feel a wave of nausea, throwing up until you puke clear liquid from the depths of your stomach. it could be forming eating too many deserts, but you pull a pregnancy test form behind the mirror cabinet in the bathroom just to be safe, and wait the five longest minutes of your life to find the stick displaying two bright blue lines. your heart sinks.

"suguru...i think.. i might.." you say coming out of the bathroom finding him at the dining table, tears begin welling in your eyes. "I'm pregnant!" you blurt out, shoving the pregnancy test towards him.

he gingerly grabs the stick, taking a few minutes to process the news and then sinks down to his knees at your feet, peppering thousands of kisses at your navel.

"i've been waiting for this moment," he says rubbing your belly. "i cant want to see youre body grow with my child, youre gonna make such a good mama, i promise."

suguru stands up to wipe your tears away, giving you a big hug. you were finally bound to him forever. with his essence inside you and a baby on the way, you could never leave him even if you tried. he rubs your back, letting you sob on his shoulder. you are his for the rest of time.

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