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﹑%# ☆﹒gift of immortality﹗🐇 vamp! sukuna x pray! masc reader

TW mention of blood, using vampirism for love, sensitive theme, lowercase intended

HE WAS NOTHING BUT FEARED— for his immense power would crumble the strongest man to ever stand. after all, he was an immortal, a blood sucking vampire.

his kiss, was a thread of dread but shadows deep, was where love treads. it was you and him against the world. with every bite, a passion between you sparks and every touch blooms a desire in the endless dark.

your blood is like wine, an intimate feast, for him— and only him. he would whisper in your ears, with his fangs sunken into your flesh, “mine.” and that’s when two souls entwined, yet never at peace. obsession whispers in the moon's soft glow, and eventually you find yourself trapped in his game where love and hunger is in a deadly flow.

you cannot escape him yet you dance with his shadow, where your hearts collide. you don’t know if it’s true love, but in ecstasy found— terror must bide. for your love and embrace was tender and grim, while his devotion and doom would soon weave a haunting hymn.

and all he could say was, “to love me, is to loose everything.”

but why was that? you adored him, “and I’m willing to loose everything for you,” trembling hands cupping his chiseled face while being torn between his desire and your fading heartbeat, he made a choice.

the immortal embraced you fully, intertwining your fates for once and for all. a sudden urge of longing, a profound connection that transcended life and death, took over him as he tasted your sweet blood.

he held himself back— a grunt leaving his blood stained lips as he offered you his own blood, the dark gift of immortality. and as your souls merged, the line between predator and prey blurred, and you became two halves of a whole.

love, in its most haunting form, had transformed them— vampire and mortal, bound by blood and eternity, navigating a world where darkness and passion danced in a delicate balance.

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﹑%# ☆﹒attention﹗🩰 f. toji x masc! reader

TW mention of blood, violence, yandere theme ps. romanticizing yandere behavior is sick, get help pls🙏🙏

TOJI LOST HIS ability to love ever since the death of his dear wife. he viewed the world as a dark abyss where he’ll never find happiness from ever again. he loathed it, despised every moment he was in it. he spend his nights alone, lonely and miserable. some nights, he was out killing— the only thing that kept him occupied before he gets overwhelmed by his own presence.

there was a boy he called ‘son’, but he was sure that boy hated him for reasons he knew why. he couldn’t blame his kid, it was his fault— for not being a good father. he was afraid that he might reflect his own past onto his son, and his wife knew that for she had given the child to gojo, seeking care for the young one.

toji’s life was an endless cycle, everyday was the same, seemingly never ending. that was, until he met you. you were everything, with your luscious [h.c] locks and eyes that glowed under the moonlight, your touch melted onto his skin and he never seemed to get over it.

you had that man wrapped around your fingers.

but you didn’t notice the power you held over him, about how you could end up swooning him up with a simple stare of yours. and before you knew it, he was already obsessed. he was too afraid to love that when he met a man like you, he ended up being afraid of loosing the love.

he would go even as far as killing someone for you. it wasn’t as if he was inexperienced in this field. he used to take off people without a purpose— money flooded in of course, but it didn’t satisfy his soul. nevertheless, he has you. now every life he takes has a purpose behind it, it was worth something for him now. he felt warm, unlike that same old dreading cold feeling that he always had.

you were again oblivious to his actions, you saw him as a good friend— unable to do any harm. why would he? he was a father. you always thought of him in that way, a harmless father who was trying his best. at least that’s what you think of him. but you couldn’t say that anymore, not with the sight in front of you.

your wife.

she was on the floor, her apron spilled with blood as it slowly smeared down on the ground. her hair was sprawled everywhere, sticking onto the fresh blood and then, your stomach dropped. who would do such a thing? you wondered, tears bubbled around your eyes.

breathing got heavier as your hands trembled, cold sweat ran down your spine. why her? your lips quivered, blinking the tears away as you fell on the floor, the bags of fruits smashed on the wooden ground, rolling away from the plastic bag that you were carrying. “ka..kazemi?” your voice broke.

your cry got louder, as you crawled to her body, taking her head and placing it on your lap, “wake up, my dear” you slapped her face lightly— hoping she would hear your sorrowful cries and somehow open her eyes. “please..”

you took the hair off her face, tracing all her features with your thumb, as tears rolled down your eyes before finally breaking down, wrapping your warm arms around her cold figure, you weeped. “kazemi.. how.. how could anyone do such a thing to you?” your whole body shook as you cradled her in her arms.

“did you like my little present?”

a voice rang through the cold room as your breath hitched, you knew that voice— maybe a little too much. “toji?” he stood near your bedroom, arms crossed over each other as you held your wife even closer to you, slowly looking up at the man in front of you, you doubted if he was even a man at that moment, he was nothing but a monster in your eyes now.

”present..?” you quietly muttered, scrunching your nose, “present?” your voice raised, brows furrowing. “are you sick?” you shouted, carefully placing your wife down and walking towards toji, breathing heavily.

“so you do like it,” a smirk curved onto his face, and you loathed it.

without even a thought, a punch was thrown at him, startling him. “you murderer! you sick fuck,” you cursed, pouncing onto him. anger controlled you, and the man underneath you did nothing but smile.

at least your attention was on him now.

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﹑%# ☆﹒milk the milkman﹗🎀 francis. m x masc! reader

TW nsfw, cockwarming, doppelganger francis, sub! milkman x top! masc reader

YOUR EYES STARED at the figure before you, his eyes tired with eye bags surrounding them, shaky breaths leaving from his humpy nose. he dusted his uniform, as he apologized for not giving you his ID card.

he placed it in front of you, the only thing stopping his hand from touching yours being the glass. you took the card almost immediately— checking the info. how foolish, his ID was already expired.

you bit your lips, a small smile dancing across your face. “you’ve gotta do better than this to trick me,” you smiled at his face, keeping the ID down. he was probably the last person you were gonna have to deal with— and then your shift ends, so why not at least have a little fun?

his face changes. without even trying to convince you, his eyes turn purple, a grunt escaping from his grinding sharp canines, “you think you’re funny?” he asks aggressively, “i’ve always been funny,” a chuckle leaves your lips. what could possibly happen from you teasing a doppelganger?

well, it turns out a lot can happen..

things somehow ended up with his legs wrapped around your seated figure, his face buried in your neck with your cock deep warming his walls, you plant kisses on his bare shoulder, whimpers leaving his mouth every time you slightly moved around. this probably isn’t the best idea— but this was the only thing you could do to not get killed by him.

his hands gripped your hair, pulling it in pain and pleasure. “quit movin’!” he growls, clawing his fingers in, earning a low hiss from you. yet you didn’t stop. you continued to move around the chair, your cock going deeper as his moans got louder.

“i’ll..” he starts, holding back a lewd groan, “i’ll kill you.” he huffs, voice dripping with desperation, “you’re threats aren’t gonna work on me,” your eyes scan his body that clung onto you, your fingers slowly making its way down his spine, sending shivers down them.

the doppelganger felt humiliated, but for some reason, he felt a surge of pleasure run through his veins. he had always been so high and almighty yet hearing these words, he felt blush creeping up his tanned cheeks.

he felt your cold hands snake around his waist, holding its sides as you slowly lifted his body up, “w-what are you doin’, fool?” he grunts, hands still clutched around your neck, his eyes shot open, rolling back after some time as you quickly placed him back on your cock, he lets out a groan, tightening his grip around you.

“u..you— gah!” he moans, head falling back, “its hurts!” he sniffles, tears bubbling around his eyes as his legs trembled in pain and pleasure. he broke so early, you definitely wasn’t expecting this today.

that thick ahh glass ain’t stoppin me from this hunk of a man‼️‼️💯💯🗣️🗣️🤣🤣🙏

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﹑%# ☆﹒the thrills﹗🦢 senemi. s x masc! reader

TW you.

SENEMI WAS A TOUGH GUY. he always had it his way— forced or not. his almighty nature was frightening, terrifying even. hence getting himself a little nickname as the most feared hashira among his peers and the outsiders.

nothing could break his ego, nor his power, and he took pride in it. walking around everywhere with a high head and a buffed chest, commanding respect everywhere he went.

so why was he held up against the tree with a demon who had his body pressed against his? their skins touched, and so did their lips. what was happening? senemi had no clue, but he had no intention of pulling back either.

his neck was littered with kisses from the demon, his [h.c] hair brushing against his ear, tickling him. why was sanemi so weak for the man in front of him? the oh so great sanemi, the wind hashira himself got on his knees for a demon. the kind he loathed the most.

“well aren’t you the cutest?” you mutter against his neck, sending cold shivers down his spine, embarrassed, he grunts a quick ‘shutup’, earning a low chuckle from you.

he felt your polished nails linger around his waist, the same ones you use to kill people. slowly scrapping it, a sinful whimper left his mouth in exchange. he didn’t want this, not at all, but in the back of his mind— a small part of him, wanted all of this. he wanted you, wanted you to touch him, to make him feel wanted, to make him feel vulnerable.

funny considering it was coming from the great sanemi himself, but he couldn’t help it. “tell me, wind hashira, why are you letting me do this to you?” you suddenly asked, whispering into his ear, hands still on the shorter man’s waist. yet all you got as an answer was a small grunt. a grin appeared and you carried on, expecting this type of response from the white haired.

unbeknownst to you, he made it sure to kill you after he gets this over with— but your touches kept holding him back. he didn’t trust you, you could kill him in any second. but then again, what’s life without such thrills?

“don’t..” he panted in between before continuing, “think I’m not gonna kill you,” he reveled between the kisses, your hands not stopping from getting his shirt off, “oh yeah? i would love a fight.” you answered, placing small kisses on his bare shoulders. “damn, you cocky bastard.”

death upon every senemi hater

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﹑%# ☆﹒envy﹗🧸 rin. i x masc! reader

TW none

EVERYONE KNEW HOW tall the famous footballer, rin itoshi was. it would be no surprise if he towered over anyone, and it was something he took pride in. he loved being tall, it almost felt like a sign of dominance for him. but when he meets his 'co-model' for the new magazine cover, his whole ego crushed before the man's gaze. and for the first time, rin itoshi felt small, literally. the said man claimed to be [name], a model who worked for several companies and people, and now, with rin. the black-haired man was quite envious of how tall [name] was and became distant.

however, he soon started to enjoy being so small before [name]. he felt wrong for feeling this way, but whenever he got towered by the taller man, he couldn't help but get flustered. whenever you came in front of him, he would have to snap his neck up, looking at you with mesmerizing eyes.

and then one day, when you two were done shooting, he tugged your shirt, catching your attention, looking down at the much shorter man with a confused smile. it almost felt like he had to say something, but he didn't want to say it out loud, almost as if he would be embarrassed if anyone got to know about the words that were about to fall out of his mouth. "can i help you, rin?" the taller man asked, yet he kept quiet, his gaze down on the floor as he bit his soft lips. "no, it's nothing," he muttered, too embarrassed to express his feelings. and with that, he left. leaving [name] to himself, and rin with his feelings for the model.

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﹑%# ☆﹒oh my love﹗🦩 tsireya. t x fem! reader

Headconons! modern au.

you and tsireya do each other's hair.

you treat tsireya to lunch and that poor girl feels guilty about it.

tsireya once gave a flower for you and you still have it <3

both of you watch the sunset every single day while one of you talks about their day and the other comments about it.

tsireya enjoys holding hands but you always get really shy.

because tsireya gave a flower for you, you made her lots and lots of flower crowns as a 'thank you' gift.

tsireya once found a small kitten and basically adopted it. you take care of it when she's busy.

face time 24/7

tsireya does 'grwm' vids, like a lot, (she's pretty famous in yt ikykyk) while recording one, she includes you in it.

while chatting, she uses a lot of heart emojis.

once went to a romantic movie marathon, but a person next to them threw up and they never went to those marathons again.

both of you praise/brag about each other in front of everyone. "this is my girlfriend, y/n! she sings really well." "tsireya's a famous youtuber, you know?"

tsireya never forgets their anniversary.

you randomly call her to make sure she's okay.

tsireya secretly takes pictures of you sleeping and sets it as her lock screen <3

she loves to surprise you with kisses.

sometimes, she lets you pick her outfits.

makes you watch horror movies with kiri.

holds onto you when there's a jump scare.

you two have matching earrings.

asks you to paint her nails.

ao'nung and roxto adore you so much, you're like an elder sister to them and tsireya loves it when she sees how you three get along very well.

helps ronal make dinner. you sometimes make a special desert for tsireya, and only her.

she loves flowers, so you buy her a bouquet every time you two go on a date.

keeps you away from doing stupid things.

"text me when you get home."

both of you moved in together which was a disaster but then it became a perfect fit for each other.

runs an Instagram account together. its filled w/ pictures of tsireya and the kitten you take all the pictures and edit them.

on saturdays, they go to bookstores or a mall.

tsireya head banging with you while you play songs by IAMTHESHADOW down the highway >>>>

sometimes, you two stay in bed and take turns to watch your favorite series.

best gfs frfr

please bear w/ me it's literally my first time writing a head- canon and idk wtf i just wrote. </3