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[ey6s]

reverence.

( pairing ) : onyankopon + you [ female reader. ]

( content ) : cock worship. cock and/or ball fetishization. praise. gentle facefucking.

in the dimly lit bedroom of your home, you knelt before onyankopon, your heart pounding with anticipation. his dark, smooth skin glistened under the soft light, highlighting the strength of his well-built frame. his short crew cut taper fade framed his handsome face, and his eyes were filled with a gentle but commanding intensity.

“that’s right, baby,” onyankopon murmured, his deep voice resonating through you as he looked down at you with a mix of affection and desire. “jus’ like that. you know what to do.”

you licked your lips, your eyes locked onto his impressive length. he was already hard, his cock standing proudly before you, shaved and perfect. you could feel your mouth watering at the sight of him, your desire to worship him overwhelming.

with a slow, deliberate motion, you leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. onyankopon’s breath hitched, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. “yeah, baby, just like that. take yo’ time.”

you continued your worship, kissing and licking his length with reverence. your tongue traced the veins that ran along his shaft, savoring the taste of his skin. onyankopon’s hand stroked your cheek, his touch tender and encouraging. “you doin’ so good, baby. keep goin’.”

as you took him into your mouth, you felt a shiver of pleasure run through you. onyankopon’s fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you as you began to suck him gently. his cock filled your mouth, the size of him stretching your lips wide. you moved slowly, savoring every inch of him, your tongue swirling around the head before sliding down his shaft.

“that’s my girl,” onyankopon praised, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “take it all. you got this.” his words spurred you on, and you took him deeper, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. he groaned softly, his hips rocking forward in a slow, controlled motion.

you relaxed your throat, allowing him to fuck your face gently. onyankopon’s hand moved to stroke your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in a tender caress. “look at you, takin’ me so well. you love my cock, don’t you?”

you moaned around his length, the vibrations making him shudder. “that’s right, baby. you love worshippin’ me.” he continued to guide you, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring you could handle every inch of him.

onyankopon’s other hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up so he could see your eyes. “look at me while you suck my dick,” he commanded softly. “i wanna see those pretty eyes while you take all of me.”

you obeyed, your gaze meeting his as you continued to pleasure him. his expression was one of pure bliss, his lips parted slightly as he watched you with intense focus. “fuck, you look so good like this,” he praised, his voice husky. “such a good girl for me.”

he increased the pace slightly, still gentle but more insistent. your hands gripped his thighs for support as he fucked your mouth, his cock sliding in and out with a slick, wet sound. onyankopon’s hand moved to the side of your face, his palm resting against your cheek as he guided your movements.

“you takin’ it so well,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride and pleasure. “gonna make me cum so hard, baby.” his hips moved with a steady rhythm, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge.

onyankopon’s fingers tightened in your hair, a low growl escaping his lips. “i’m close, baby. you ready to take it all?” you nodded as best you could, your eyes never leaving his.

with a few final thrusts, onyankopon came, his hot cum spilling into your mouth. you swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he moaned in pleasure. he kept his cock in your mouth, his hips moving gently as he rode out his orgasm.

when he finally pulled back, you looked up at him, your lips swollen and wet from your efforts. onyankopon smiled down at you, his expression one of pure satisfaction. “you did so good, baby,” he praised, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “such a good girl for me.”

he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his hand still cradling your cheek. “i love seein’ you like this,” he murmured. “worshippin’ my cock like the good girl you are.” his words filled you with warmth, and you knew you’d do anything to please him again.

[ey6s]

hide and seek.

( pairing ) : ryusei shidou + you [ female reader. ]

( content ) : mating press. copious amounts of cum. ryusei’s anamalistic tendencies. drool. very vulgar ryu. hairpulling. degradation, but praise at the end. dumbification.

in the soft, ambient glow of your home, you and ryusei were engaged in a playful game of hide and seek. the thrill of the chase sent shivers down your spine, the excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. his laughter, deep and almost predatory, echoed through the rooms as he sought you out.

you found a perfect spot behind the heavy curtains in the living room, heart racing as you listened for his approach. ryusei’s footsteps grew closer, and you held your breath, hoping he would pass by without noticing.

but he did notice. with a swift yank, he pulled the curtains aside, his joker-like grin spreading wide across his face. “found you,” he growled, his pink irises glinting with a dangerous excitement.

before you could react, ryusei’s strong hands were on you, pulling you close. his grip was firm, almost possessive. “now, it’s time for my reward,” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and dripping with anticipation.

he led you to the bedroom, every step filled with purpose. once inside, ryusei didn’t waste any time. he pushed you onto the bed, his eyes blazing with an animalistic hunger. you barely had time to catch your breath before he was on you, his mouth claiming yours in a heated kiss.

ryusei’s hands roamed your body, rough and demanding, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation coursing through you. “you’re mine,” he growled against your lips, his words sending a shiver down your spine. “g’na fuck you senseless…”

he positioned you beneath him, your legs spread wide. ryusei’s muscular frame hovered over you, his tanned skin glistening in the dim light. his spiky blond hair, tipped with pink, framed his face as he looked down at you with a feral intensity.

without warning, he thrusts into you, filling you completely. the suddenness of it made you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to steady yourself. ryusei didn’t give you any time to adjust, his movements fast and relentless. each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, pushing you closer to the edge.

“mmmn…” ryusei’s voice was rough, almost a growl. “this pussy’s all mine.” he punctuated his words with deep, powerful thrusts, his hips slamming against yours. you could only moan in response, your mind becoming a haze of pleasure and need.

ryusei’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you. “look at you,” he sneered, his breath hot against your ear. “dumb little—fuck—slut, aren’t you?”

his words, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts, sent you spiraling. your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. ryusei’s hand found its way to your hair, pulling hard as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

“god, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “i’m g’na to fill you up n’ breed you.” the thought of it sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, your orgasm building with each thrust.

“…that’s okay, right?” he couldn’t care less whether you said yes or no, you truly didn’t have an option. “doesn’t matter—nnh—anyway.”

ryusei shifted, lifting your legs and folding them against your chest in a mating press. the new angle allowed him to go even deeper, his cock hitting all the right spots. you could feel every inch of him, the pressure almost overwhelming.

“i’m gonna cum,” he growled, his pace becoming erratic. “gonna fill you up so good,.”

with a final, deep thrust, ryusei came, his hot seed spilling into you. the feeling pushed you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves. you cried out, your body convulsing with pleasure as ryusei continued to thrust, milking every last drop from himself.

he didn’t stop until you were both spent, your bodies tangled together in a sweaty, satisfied mess. ryusei’s breath was ragged, his grip on you loosening as he pulled out, a mix of both your fluids leaking from you.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. “you did so well.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

as you lay there, your mind still foggy with the afterglow, you couldn’t help but smile. playing hide and seek with ryusei had never been more thrilling.

[ey6s]

good mornin’.

( pairing ) : satoru gojo + you [ female reader. ]

( content ) : a little build up. unprotected sex. slow, intimate sex. neck biting, kissing. a little bit of asphyxiation. jus’ normal couple activities.

the light cascades through the curtains, a delicate golden hue seeping into the room and gently nudging you awake. the curtains rustle softly, as if too they are stirring from slumber, and the morning air is cool against your skin. beide you, satoru lies in quiet repose, his pale white complexion almost luminescent in the early light, his slight rosacea a soft blush across his cheeks.

you can’t help but be captivated by his snow-white hair, which barely contrasts with the alabaster pillow, the stands splayed haphazardly yet beautifully. his white eyelashes flutter lightly as he stirs, and you find yourself marveling at the ethereal quality of his appearance.

as you shift slightly, satoru’s veiny arm tightens around you, a sutble yet intimate gesture that makes your heart swell. his fingers, cool yet tender, trace delicate patterns across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. the touch is amost reveent, each caress a silent whisper of his affection. you close your eyes, savoring the sensation, and breathe in the familiar scent of him—clean and crisp, with a hint of something indefinably his.

“…morning.” he murmurs, voice softer and huskier than usual, imbued with the warmth of lingering dreams and the intimate tranquility of the early morning.

it makes you throb. it’s scary what he does to you.

satoru’s fingers, which had been tracing languid patterns across your skin, begin to move with a new purpose. the sheer fabric of your nightgown offers little resistance to his touch, and you can feel the heat of his large hands seeping through the material. as his hand slides up your thigh, the nightgown bunches slightly, the sensation of his skin against yours growing more intense.

his touch becomes more insistent as his hand cups your breast, fingers slaying out to cover as much of you as possible. gently, his thumb brushes over your nipple, and a soft moan escapes your lips, the sound mingling with the rustling of the curtains and the morning’s gentle light. satoru’s breath is warm against your ear as he murmurs your name, his voice still thick with sleep but charged with hunger.

then, his hand moves with deliberate slowness, gliding up from your chest to your throat. his fingers wrap around your neck, the pressure firm yet controlled. his thumb strokes the side of your neck. a paradoxical gesture of tenderness amidmst the assertive hold. simultaneously, his other hand continues its exploration, fingers slipping between your legs with practiced ease.

thick fingers slide into your soft, smooth cunny, curling up and grazing against you gummy walls. he expertly finds you most sensitive spots, the rhythm of his fingers both torturous and intoxicating. his hand at your throat tightens just slightly, a reminder of his control and the overwhelming power he holds over your senses.

each thrust is measured, each touch designed to drive you wild, and you find yourself squirming and moaning under his ministrations. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, whispering, “just preparing you a little. hold still, baby.”

your body responds to his command, shivers of anticipation coursing through you as you struggle to remain still. just as you think you can’t take any more, he withdraws his hand, leaving you aching and empty. his fingers, slick with your arousal, trace up your body before he presses them to your lips. you open your body obediently, tasting yourself as he slides his fingers in, the act intimate and possessive. his other hand releases your throat and moves to his waistband, pulling himself free from his sweatpants.

satoru shifts, positioning his cock between your legs. you feel the heat of his manhood, the pretty, pink, and bulbous tip already beading and glistening with pre as he teases your entrance. he rubs himself against your fat, pudgy lips. the head of his cock presses lightly against your entrance, teasing and retreating, making you whine with need. his breathing grows shaky with restraint, his desire palpable in every breath.

finally, he pushes forward, the initail stretch slow and deliberate, inch by inch, filling you completely with his girthy cock. the feeling of him inside you is overwhelimg.

satoru’s hands move with a possessive tenderness, one sliding to grip your hip with a firm yet loving hold, the other wrapping around to your tummy. his fingers press down gently on that spot where he can feel himself inside you, the pressure intensifying the connection between you. his body begins to move, slow and deliberate, the initial thrusts measured and deep. as he moves, he leans in to press kisses along your neck, his lips trailing fire over your skin.

occasionally, his teeth graze the tender flesh, sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through you. his thrusts become more rhythmic, each movement pushing deeper, filling you completely. the room fills with the sound of your mingled breaths, the soft slap of skin against skin, and the wet, intimate noises of your bodies joined together. satoru’s lips are relentless on your neck, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing bites.

his breath is hot and ragged against your ear as he murmurs, “you feel so good, so perfect.” his voice is thick with desire, and each word vibrates through you, heightening your pleasure. with every thrust, his grip on your hip tightens, pulling you closer, as if trying to meld your bodies into one. his other hand maintains that intimate pressure on your belly, each touch sending waves of sensation through you. his eyes flutter shut, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being inside you. he listens to the vulgar, erotic sounds of your cunt, and soft, breathless laughs escape his lips.

“so warm, so wet,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with awe and adoration. the praise only fuels your desire, your body responding with every thrust, every whisper. the pace intensifies, each thrust more urgent, more desperate. satoru’s breathing becomes more ragged, his control slipping as he chases the peak of his pleasure. his kisses become more frantic, his teeth grazing and biting with a rough tenderness. you can feel him trembling against you, his body tensing as he nears his climax.

“hold on,” he whispers, his voice a strained plea, his hips driving harder and faster. the sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending alive with pleasure, your body moving in perfect harmony with his. finally, with a deep, shuddering thrust, satoru reaches his peak. he buries himself inside you, filling you completely as he spills into you, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. his body trembles, his grip on you tightening momentarily before he relaxes, the aftershocks of his release shivering through him. he stays inside you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, his arms wrapping around you in a tender embrace.

as the intensity of the moment begins to fade, satoru gently pulls out of you, the sudden emptiness eliciting a soft whimper from your lips. you can feel his cum oozing out of you, the sensation both warm and maddeningly teasing as your body instinctively clenches around nothing, seeking the fullness it just lost. his eyes darken with renewed desire at the sight, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. he can practically feel himself hardening again, the raw need to reclaim you building rapidly within him.

“got to… stuff you,” he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with lust. “can’t let it go to waste.” his hand slides down your body, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. he watches you intently, his gaze burning with need and affection. “want more, baby?” he asks, his words a tantalizing promise that sends a thrill through you.

you nod eagerly, your body already responding to the promise of more.

[ey6s]

what do i write, you ask.

i primarily write anime smut, but sending in a little wholesome request doesn’t hurt either. fluff and angst asks are encouraged here, too.

there might be some instances where the reader might be black-coded, as i’m black myself. but, most of the time, any features will not be implied in my writing.

also, beware of any dark content. i ain’t one to judge if someone sends in something a little more risqué. if you don’t like it, check out my other works.

do’s + don’t’s. ( when it comes to writing )

i do write anything excluding scat/blood/vomit, heavy ageplay ( dressing up as children + pacifiers, etc ) foot fetish, gun kinks, & knife play.

dark content i’m into: pseudo/incest. forced feminization. monsterfucking. use of aphrodisiacs. coercion. manipulation. somnophilia. corruption. watersports. infidelity. drug use.

[ey6s]

masterlist. there’s a lot to choose from, pick your poison.

jujutsu kaisen.

satoru gojo. yuji itadori. megumi fushiguro. sukuna. toge inumaki. yuta okkotsu. aoi todo. suguru geto or kenjaku. kento nanami. kinji hakari. maki zen’in. naoya zen’in. mahito. noritoshi kamo. mei mei. hiromi higuruma. shiu kong. choso. uraume. toji fushiguro.

blue lock.

jinpachi ego. yoichi isagi. seishiro nagi. rin itoshi. hyoma chigiri. meguru bachira. rensuke kunigami. micheal kaiser. ikki niko. jingo raichi. shoei baro. reo mikahge. ryusei shidou. alexis ness. sae itoshi. julian loki. kenyu yukimiya. noel noa. oliver aiku.

naruto.

naruto uzumaki. uchiha clan. hidan. kisame hoshigaki. obito uchiha. pain. sai. zabuza. orochimaru. jiraiya. shikamaru nara. gaara. kakashi hatake. rock lee. tsunade. kimimaro. minato namikaze. hashirama & tobirama senju. indra & ashura otsutsuki. kakuzu. sasori.

one piece.

monkey d. luffy. roronoa zoro. nami. sanji. nico robin. shanks. trafalgar law. usopp. boa hancock. buggy. eneru. crocodile. doflamingo brothers. dracule mihawk. eustass kid. portgas d. ace.

jojo’s.

jotaro kujo. dio brando. giorno giovanna. mohammed avdol. rohan kishibe. guido mista. leone abbacchio. funny valentine. gyro zeppeli. kars. emilio pucci. yoshikage kira. bruno bucciarati. johnney joestar. diego brando.

attack on titan.

eren yeager. armin arlet. zeke yeager. erwin smith. jean kirstein. onyankopon. reiner braun. connie springer. hange zoe. floch forster.

tokyo revengers.

manjiro sano. draken ryuguji. takemichi hanagaki. naoto tachibana. kazutora hanemiya. tetta kisaki. keisuke baji. seishu inui. taiju shiba. souya brothers. chifuyu mastuno. izana kurokawa. ran haitani. south terano.

haikyuu.

shoyo hinata. tobio kageyama. aran ojiro. shugo meian. wakatoshi ushijima. takanobu aone. kenma kozume. daichi sawamura. ryunosuke tanaka. asahi azumane. coach ukai. kiyoko shimizu. hitoka yachi. tenma udai. hajime iwaizumi. kotaro bokuto. shinsuke kita. miya brothers. korai hoshiumi.

honestly, just ask me for any character and i’ll probably write for them.

[ey6s]

welcome to my blog, ey6s. my name’s jasmine. i’m nineteen years old.

i write smut. there might be a little dark content here and there. anime only.

masterlist. what do i write?

recent works: cock worship w onyankopon.‎‎‎‎‎‎ hide & seek w ryusei.

have fun.