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[ghost-reader07]

The Antithesis of Decay

made for @ficsforgaza’s Kinktober!

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Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x afab!reader

Content Warnings: Stuckage, fingering, dub/noncon, no gendered pronouns, but reader is described to have bigger hips than their waist (no big specifications though). meant to take place between s3 & 4

Summary: An escape through the alleyway ends in a terrifying run-in with a wanted villain.

Managed to write this entirely in a single day 😵‍💫 it gave me a headache doing it that fast but thank god i got it done! It was a lot longer than I intended (stuckage is hard to keep short akhsheja & i originally wanted to go full smut but then wrote too much) and was a little bit difficult to navigate cause I don’t think about shiggy in a sexual way BUT !! I DID IT!

This is also the first time I'm posting something I've written in present tense, I'm just trying to experiment and figure out how I like to write lol

Shiggy lovers i hope this is adequate!!

Another crash. Another roar. Another Nomu.

You're in the thick of it, beside a building, half-destroyed, and another one completely toppled to the ground. There's screaming and panic, citizens running in every which way to escape the crossfire. Another building is about to collapse, and the monsters take no hesitation in using it as leverage to fight.

There are other heroes here, maybe three, or even more now if there were any on patrol nearby; it isn't clear through the fog of dirt and smoke. It isn't enough though. None of you had the strength or stamina to fight against the group of Nomus that appeared. Especially not by yourselves, even if you barely outnumbered them. The rubble is building. The ground is practically shaking under their destructive hands. They have the absolute advantage.

  Your quirk isn't built for such a fight, even as a pro, and your combat skills would prove useless against those monsters. You're meant to be more of a support hero than anything, someone usually waiting on the sidelines to rush in and heal the defending heroes in fights. The limits of your restorative quirk meant it was wise to steer clear from the heart of the battle and avoid being hurt, so the best course of action would be to run. Run and find backup. That's the most you can do for now; the most you can try to save what remains of that small city sector.

You choose your path quickly, remaining observant of the chaos around you. Cracked asphalt and concrete, dust flying everywhere from the destruction, debris from the second half-collapsed building scattered everywhere. The Nomus remain distracted by the other heroes, so despite the obstacles, there's a clear path to the closest alleyway. From there, if you can just reach the other side of the buildings and escape harm's way, you'll be safe to make the call.

You can make it, you believe — as long as you're fast. Confident, you take off, bound for the crack between two untouched office buildings nearby, the spring in your costume's boots allowing you to move more efficiently. With such quick speed, you nearly run face-first into the wall, entering it at an angle that's easy to correct with a simple push off against the brick. From there, the path is a straight shot to the other side, only separated by a feeble chain link fence. There's a hole that looks just big enough for you to crawl through at the bottom of it, the wire pried upward to create a gap. You can make it, you repeat in your head. The coast is clear, you can make it.

  Stumbling to a stop in front of the mesh barrier, you drop to your knees as quickly as your body will allow, planting yourself onto your stomach afterward. The opening is much smaller up close, but it's nothing you can't army-crawl your way through. Your costume was made to be dirtied and protect you in the heat of conflict, so having it scrape across the rocky ground while you drag your way under the fence isn't an issue. Its durability was the least of your problems — until now, that is..

  The elastic fabric snags on the wire once you squeeze your head and arms through the hole. Time is sensitive, you don’t have any to waste on something trivial like this. You try to reach back to untangle it, only to find the wire completely stabbed through. 

  With a heavy sigh and adrenaline crawling in your veins at the delay, you manage to move back a sizable distance before you try again, but it’s useless. The ends of the wires are sharp and stab into your suit with ease, holding you back. You needed to try something else, you needed to be fast.

  Before you can attempt to force your way through the hole, a voice arises behind you. Raspy and hoarse, you don’t even realize he's there until he speaks.

  “Oh, look at what we have here. A hero, is it?”

  His approach is slow, and you only hear his footsteps once he's standing over you. Your entire body goes stiff, your blood running cold as you curve your spine back to look at him.

  "Shigaraki," you whisper, terrified, under your breath. 

  "Oh, you know me already? How nice, I suppose we can skip the introductions then." 

  You can hear your breath hitch in your throat when he speaks and feel his presence as he looms right behind you, bending at the knees to crouch down over your legs.

  "I've seen you on TV," he starts, and you hold back a scream when you feel four rough fingers gently touch the back of your thigh, "You've got quite the impressive quirk, you know. Restoration quirks are hard to come by. And yours…"

  He pauses again, glides them up to where your hip and femur jointed together, and relishes in the way you shiver before he continues, "It's the exact opposite of mine. I guess you can only restore organic things, sure, but — it does make me wonder."

  You're hardly listening to his little ramble, your heartbeat drumming too loud in your ears to process anything — but then, your head goes blank when you feel all five of his fingers cup around your hip. Panic sets in fast, and you find yourself writhing before you can think, trying to force your way through the fence. The metal wires only dig into your skin, causing even more pain as you realize you're hips are too big to fit, and you wouldn't have made it anyway.

  Tomura only chuckles lightly at your reaction, watching the bottom half of your hero suit disintegrate into dust. You don't even realize it until you're already crying, and a cold breeze hits your face and bottom half. His hand is on you. Touching you. Feeling you, and yet.

  You don't feel any pain. His touch is simply normal against your skin. His palm is surprisingly warm, but dry. And you don't disintegrate. You don't disintegrate.

  Tomura laughs again at wide eyes and gaping mouth as if you should have expected his quirk to cancel out with yours. He slides his palm across your bottom, down to the back of your thigh again to caress it up and down slowly. Carefully. His touch lingers far longer than you're comfortable with.

  "Your quirk activates automatically when it's your own body, right? I wonder how long I can keep doing this for, then." He speaks so casually, acting like you weren't trapped and half-bare under him.

  "I've always wanted to be able to touch someone like this again. No gloves, no barriers. Just skin. When I saw you on the news and heard about your quirk, I thought you were perfect. Aside from that pesky hero stuff, that is," he frowned slightly behind the hand on his face, moving his own to grip at the fat of your ass, "You have no idea how frustrating it is to be unable to touch something without it falling apart."

  You let out a loud squeak, feeling his weight on the back of your knees when he sits on them, squeezing and kneading your flesh in his hand. There are tears in your eyes, and you struggle to twist around to look back at him, where he sits proudly like a king on his throne. Seeing such a widely known villain — being face to face, but being stuck and having him touch you like this. It felt humiliating. Humiliating to who you were as a person and a hero. You felt sick to your stomach.

  He frowns a little at the pathetic look you give him, only tightening his hold more, "Come on, don't look like that. I haven't done anything yet."

  As he speaks, he slides another hand underneath you and pulls your hips up slightly, your spine beginning to ache at how it was strained. You can only shake as you watch him, the hand that was gripping your ass moving to slide a single finger down the center of your underwear, sending a large jolt up your spine.

  In an instant, you look forward again, covering your mouth to hold back any noise you'd almost let out. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of making a sound, let it be cries or anything. So you force yourself to silence, even as tears roll down your face.

  Tomura only grins, running the finger up and down the fabric a few more times just to feel you jolt before hooking around the lining to pull it off to the side, stuffing it between your thigh and outer labia to keep you exposed. You clench up at the cold air, another shudder roving through your body as Tomura holds back a chuckle.

  Without another thought or word, he immediately dives in, his two fingers sliding between your folds, feeling whatever you can offer him before moving down to the bud below. You shiver, but are otherwise completely frozen as he does this, not even knowing half of what to do to retaliate.

  "Not too wet yet, I see. That's ok, I can fix that." He says, beginning to prod around for that extra sensitive spot he knew you wouldn't resist. A lightbulb goes off in his head when you jolt suddenly, your hips shaking extra whenever he squishes or pokes at it. With a grin plastered under that embalmed hand, he starts to move his fingers around in slow, gentle circles.

  The coarseness of his fingers doesn't help the sensation they bring on, that feeling of soft ecstasy pulsing through your body slowly like a drum. You hold back your sounds, at least, only your breathing growing heavy as he watches you clench around nothing. 

  It isn't enough for him. He needs more than this, he needs you prepared, and that wouldn’t come from just a few measly touches. 

  His fingers move faster, gaining enough friction that he has you audibly gasping, slick already building up just below. It doesn't take as long as expected, like your body is reacting on primal need. It almost makes him wonder — maybe you're getting off to the position he has you in, even if you don't realize it.

  He gives you a few more minutes of soft touching, allowing a good amount of wetness to accumulate between your shaking thighs before moving his fingers up. He gathers your natural lube on his digits, humming as he slathers it all over your pussy to make it nice and glossy before dipping them back in, finally allowing them to take the plunge.

  As if you weren't already amply humiliated, the way his fingers toy with you before pressing in is distracting enough that he manages to draw a squeak out of you the second he dives in.

  "Ohh, give me more of that. Don't be shy." He says, sliding his digits out slowly, licking his lips at how slick they are before shoving them back in.

  His fingers are so long, soaking knuckle-deep inside of you and reaching parts that your own couldn't. You would rather die at his hands now than ever admit it to anyone, but god, it feels good.

  He's already moving them so fast, curling them all around like he's searching for something. It felt too good to be touched by someone like that. You haven't slept with another person for over a year, so it's like a new foreign feeling and an old friend all at once. You can't stop yourself. Your brain grows foggier with each drag of his fingers, like he's scratching an itch you couldn’t by yourself. You couldn't hold it back anymore.

  You let out a quiet, croaked moan, covering your face with your hands to hide how embarrassing it is to indulge in something so crude with someone like him.

  A wretched smile immediately dawns on Tomura's face, and he moves his hand even faster, trying to milk more sounds out of you before he moves on. He wants you to make more noise, to hear how good a disgusting villain like him is making a great hero like you feel.

  From there, the sounds just spilled out. He’s surprisingly quick to find the smooth spot inside of you, pumping over it repeatedly until you’re a wriggling, gasping mess. The coil inside of you is winding up tight, growing ready to burst at almost any second. 

  It's so degrading, being face down in the concrete while a villain is digging his fingers so deep into you. But you weren’t thinking about that anymore. Your mind is too focused on how good it feels rubbing against your walls, the friction driving you crazy with how fast it builds up.

  Then, like electricity in your veins, it comes crashing through your body all at once. The pleasure, the ecstasy. Your body practically vibrates against his hand, an unforgiving orgasm ripping through your entire system until you’re panting like a dog, still pulsing around him as he slowly removes his fingers and wipes them on your thigh.

  As you return from your high, the quiet chuckling unnerves you. And then you feel sick to your stomach again. You’re still recovering, but you’ve come to your senses enough to look behind you.

  The sight you see has bile rising in your throat. He’s already grabbed onto you again, unzipping his pants with one hand while he speaks.

  “So, what do you think your little hero friends would think if you had sex with a villain?”

[ghost-reader07]

[ghost-reader07]

someone asked for this. this is their fault not mine

star ruby:

backstory: was made to be a torturer during the war to extract useful information from gem rebels. at one point was tasked with uh.. “working” with starphire, and starphire coaxed her into giving her mercy and reconsidering her current position as a homeworld-aligned gem. because of her defective behavior (ie. mercy) star ruby had to escape with starphire. they went from barely tolerating each other, to friends to girlfriends to wives :’)

personality: istj; patient and logical, quiet and very reserved, has trouble with social cues sometimes since she wasn’t initially programmed to have empathy and interact socially with others. will act cold to people she doesn’t know, but opens up over time. not a good speaker, but a very good listener. a very good person to vent to. incredibly loyal, will die for the people and causes she believes in. if she had the opportunity to have a legit character arc it’d be about becoming more open and emotionally vulnerable and forging new friendships with others

star sapphire (starphire):

backstory: star sapphires are extremely rare and valuable, with more specialized and specific future vision. starphire is more sensitive to others’ emotions in her vision, and can sense intentions. drawback: she has trouble predicting her own future, resulting in impulse decisions and a lot of shenanigans. she rebelled because she didn’t like her role on homeworld and wanted some excitement in her life, and wanted the freedom to make her own decisions and do whatever she desired. she was a double agent at first and eventually fought in the front lines. she’s a good fighter. already covered how she met star ruby so i’m not going over it again

personality: enfp (opposites attract, right?); very emotionally sensitive because of her future vision, so she’s very good with socializing and connecting with other people. high-energy and emotional, speaks an overwhelming amount, impulsive. has a certain disregard toward rules, values freedom very highly, does whatever the fuck she wants. star ruby and starphire balance each other out: star ruby listens to starphire and reins her in, starphire helps star ruby socially; she taught her empathy and helps her open up to new people and ideas. if she was in the show and had a legit character arc it’d be about becoming more mature and having more self-control. she has the traits of a leader (good with people, confident, a good speaker) but she needs to learn to be a mature leader that makes good decisions

those are the longest descriptions because i’ve built them up the most haha

star garnet (starnet):

no backstory because she ain’t a permafusion with an interesting backstory like garnet lol. i guess star ruby and starphire first fused in the battlefield, *as friends*, unintentionally. oof? i’ll list her powers here. she can control ice on her left side and fire on her right, and lightning when using both. her future vision is basically the same except she can see predictions of her own future as well

personality: istp; usually very rational/logical, but also spontaneous and enthusiastic. an optimist who will work to achieve the brighter future she knows is possible. very chill and easy going in social situations. she’s usually fused for fights and other crises because she’s.. very powerful but also very good in a crisis situation. she’s skilled in analyzing situations and reaching the best solution. she has a temper and when she gets riled up she’s near impossible to control

flare (star ruby):

she was homeworld-aligned until era 3. what else is there to say lol

personality: has more of a disregard to the rules, and even on homeworld used any methods she wanted to get her job done. sees era 3 as generally not a good thing, but also an opportunity to do what she wants unchecked. (well that was her plan.) likes to rile up her enemies and/or victims by mocking them. enjoys combat and is ngl jealous of star ruby for being able to fight on the front lines

magma (star ruby):

same “backstory” as flare. it’s not a backstory obv but i dunno what to call it

personality: a very strict rule follower. even after the diamond empire was disbanded she follows homeworld’s rules and values them greatly. she sees it as her role to keep flare in line and make sure she does things “right.” pretends to be indifferent and emotionless because that’s what she thinks the diamonds want from her, but that exterior does crack every so often

[ghost-reader07]

oh right some starnet doods from yesterday

people asked questions about her on my ig story yesterday, and some of the answers needed a visual so

gem weapon (staff + sword = double bladed scythe because edgy), first fusion form, and how her hair works at the back because it’s hard to tell with how dark it is

[ghost-reader07]

gem kitties are always fun to doodle

[ghost-reader07]

su style is addicting to draw in

[ghost-reader07]

Could we see starnet’s fused wedding look, kinda like what happened when CG garnet go married?

ye sure

quick sketch because i wanna get back to animating but here she is :P i don’t think it makes sense for the flowers to “fuse” as well but meh

[ghost-reader07]

a hooman on ig asked for starnet’s default form (because your girl is a mess and hasn’t shown anything with starnet yet outside of her wedding attire)

here she is. my mage-goddess of a fusion. plot twist she isn’t a permafusion because everyone’s gay for her and she doesn’t like that because she’s married. to herself. i mean you gotta admit, that’s at least a bit of an issue

[ghost-reader07]

Miles

[ghost-reader07]

quick mob doodl page

i hate him squishes him kn my hands ljke a stress ball

as always click image for better quality💔

(--side note. i signed my fruito9o9 acc name on the draeing. that is me😭dw😭)

[ghost-reader07]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀♡ . ˚◞ miguel needs a stress ball (mdni) .ᐟ

stress.

miguel is always under a lot of stress.

of course he is. as leader of a society of super beings and in charge of maintaining infinite amounts of universes, that’s a bomb load of stress.

you, his assistant, have witnessed it all and you can’t do anything about it. the man is stubborn as hell and refuses any advice given to him. lyla has tried many times and it always ends the same.

absolute refusal.

you understand the stress he’s undergoing. although you’re not a spiderperson yourself but being in charge of literally every fucking reality is stressful.

you and miguel have an interesting relationship. if you would consider it a relationship. you’re not exactly friends but he’s comfortable enough to talk you about things he doesn’t talk about with others.

“chingada madre…”

oh you know that phrase by heart now. there’s never a day when miguel says that famous phrase.

stepping foot into his office, you walk over to him since his desk wasn’t levitating. usually he does to avoid anyone but you informed him of your arrival.

“what happened this time?” your voice was so monotone, unimpressed actually.

“another peter parker almost caused a canon disturbance.” oh he sounds really pissed off. the audible irritation in his voice.

“yikes.” much not enthusiasm.

you approach closer towards him. his broad back to you, head lowered. it’s obvious he’s pinching the bridge of his nose. you know him too well.

“i swear— sometimes i regret recruiting certain people.” miguel grumbles.

“the glories of being leader, huh?” you snort.

“cállete.” he shoots a side glare at you.

“you need to chill, man.”

“you think i’m capable to chill?” he scowls.

you shrug, unaffected by his pissed off attitude. “maybe, if you’d listen to lyla about relaxing.”

miguel scoffs, rolling his eyes. “i can’t relax, tonta. i can’t with all this shit on my shoulders.” he plants his hands flat on the desk, staring at the screens.

you roll your eyes too. this dude really needs to relax, even for 5 minutes before he erupts like a volcano. then suddenly, an imaginary light bulb on your head lights up. an idea, a very interesting idea.

“you need a stress reliever.”

you get a side-eye from him. “no, i don’t.”

“que si, tonto. you need to relieve all that stress.”

miguel turns his head to the side, looking at you. “yeah, con que?” he asked curtly.

you ponder for a moment. then, another light bulb lights up. “you need a stress ball.”

oh now you peaked his interest. one thick brow raised in curiosity. “a stress ball?”

“yes.” you nod nonchalantly.

“what kind of stress ball?” he pushed further.

a mischievous smirk forms on your face as you push up your chest. folding your arms over to put emphasis on it, hoping he gets the message.

his brows furrowed in confusion. miguel studies your face then noticed your strange posture. mahogany eyes land on your emphasized chest. thanks to your slightly low cut blouse, there’s a sneak peek of your cleavage. his eyes widen in shock.

“¿estas loca?” he sounds utterly in disbelief. face feeing hot, cheeks burning.

“maybe but it’s an option.” you smirk.

miguel is utterly speechless. heart pounding in his rib cage. cheeks practically burning. you literally just offered your boobs as stress balls for him. how the fuck is he gonna comprehend that? his personal assistant, someone he secretly cares about and has unsure feelings for, is offering her boobs to him.

“this- this isn’t right. we- i shouldn’t.” he stutters, averting your gaze due to shyness.

you roll your eyes. “oh come on, miguel. it’s just a one time thing. i’m offering you a method to help you relieve stress. it’s not like we’re committing a crime.”

“no but it feels like one! you can’t just offer your body to someone as a stress reliever!”

“consider it as a trade. you get a stress reliever and i get a titty message. besides they’ve been achy.”

miguel stares at you completely dumbfounded. eyes wide and mouth hung open. he turns away for a moment to think about this crazy trade. he really shouldn’t accept because he doesn’t want to use your body for his own benefit. it feels wrong, no it is wrong. you’re his assistant, not his lover.

now he’s stressed out about this.

are you really okay with this? offering him to use you? you said it’s a one time thing. just do it and get it over with. it shouldn’t be so bad, right?

with a heavy sigh, he turns around but doesn’t meet your gaze. “fine. just this once.” he points a finger.

“told you.” you snicker and he groans. “now be a good boy and sit on the chair.”

his eyes widen at the pet name. he can’t deny his cock twitching in his suit at that. left completely speechless, miguel obeys and sits down. with a smirk on your face, you walk over to him. his heart raced in chest, pounding like crazy in anticipation. cheeks burning up as you get closer. you silently sit in his lap without warning, straddling him.

oh fuck. his eyes shoot wide open and cock twitches. unlike miguel, you seem normal about it. that same smirk on your face. your hands remain in your lap.

“well… go on.” you encourage him.

how the fuck can he go on? you’re literally sitting on his lap and face merely inches apart. he fights the biggest urge to grab your waist.

his eyes glance down at your chest. the baby pink blouse concealing the stress balls awaiting him. “are you sure about this?” he asked hesitantly.

“yes, i’m sure. you need a stress ball, or should say stress balls.” you chuckle.

miguel still finds it unbelievable this is happening. “should i uh… should i take… it off?” his eyes glance towards your blouse.

“yeah, just don’t rip it off.”

sallowing a big gulp, shaky hands reach up towards the top button of your blouse. miguel slowly unbuttons each one, still a nervous reck. each undone button, he catches a snippet of your breasts. his breath gets caught in his throat when he fully unbuttons your blouse, your bra revealed to him.

he bites back a groan seeing how the cups of your bra hug your breasts graciously. your cleavage presented like a gift to him. fuck he feels himself growing hard. those shaky hands slowly reach towards your breasts. your eyes follow them, anticipation flowing through your veins. both of you sigh as his hands touch your breasts. only a light touch of his skin and your heart goes berserk.

his hands are so big, one tit fits one palm so perfectly. in fact, they’re way bigger than your breasts. they cover them entirely, your chest. he gently cups them, making you inhale sharply. his cock twitches at the feeling of your tits in his hands. very slowly, miguel gives them a light squeeze. you exhale softly, lashes fluttering. he then starts kneading very slowly and gently. relishing the squishiness in his palms.

he feels relaxed suddenly. perhaps it is working. miguel is so mesmerized he starts applying a bit of pressure, kneading and squeezing them more. you fight back whimpers and moans. fuck his hands feel so good. he noticed your slightly trembling form and that tells him you’re enjoying this too.

desperate to hear those noises, miguel kneads your tits with more pressure. now playing with them for his pleasure. considered he’s relaxed and the stress fade away. you couldn’t prevent a soft moan falling from your lips when miguel pushes your breasts together and give them a firm squeeze. your back arched instinctively, leaning into his touch. you can feel yourself growing wet, panties damped.

that eggs miguel on. the sweet sound going straight to his cock. his hands continued playing with your soft tits. watching the round fat move in his palms makes him salivate, licking his lips in hunger. giving into temptation, miguel buried his face in your cleavage, in the valley of your breasts and plants hot open-mouth kisses on the soft skin.

another moans spills from your lips. your hands land in his hair, fingers digging into his brown curls. the mixture of his lips and hands on your breasts makes your mind hazy. reaching the state of pleasure.

“miguel~” you moan as you feel his tongue sliding over the round surface of your breast. eyes rolled back in your head and back arched as you grind against his raging erection.

he hums contently as he continues his affectionate attack on your delicate tits. oh yeah the stress is long gone and replaced with pleasure and desire. his hips rolls into yours as you both grind against each other like horny teenagers. so crazy but feels so good.

feeling utterly satisfied, miguel moves away from your breasts and leans back against the chair. his hands come down to your waist, holding you still. your pants echo in the room. both flushed faces and cores burning with want and desire.

“so… you stress relieved?” you ask breathlessly, lashes fluttering and chest heaving.

“yeah… but there’s something else that’s need relief.”

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

[ghost-reader07]

thinking about perv yuji (like i always do) who sneaks into your room when you're sleeping because the panties he stole no longer smell like you or your laundry detergent. they feel nice around his cock, sure, but he wants to smell you, wants to pretend he can taste you. so he goes to get new ones. he even sees a pair that doesn't look familiar from when he looks up your skirts (he swears he doesn't mean to, it's just that your skirts are so short and well, he's right there...)

he takes them in his hand, feels the smooth and silky fabric and thumbs at the little bow. they're cute. he hopes you don't mind if he borrows them for a bit.

but then you stir. a quiet rustle of sheets and a soft groan as you get comfortable, but yuji's perks up at the sound. his gaze actually settles on you, now that his eyes are adjusted, and he feels his cock twitch at the sight. you just look so peaceful and pretty.

and of course he can't help it if his eyes drift down to see your body. the tank top is loose on you, enough that yuji can get a good look at your cleavage. that's one thing he wishes you would show off more — he'd love to get a more accurate representation of you in his mind when he jacks off.

another quiet noise and his gaze moves back to your lips, slightly parted and so damn kissable. if only yuji could feel your soft lips against his...

against his better judgement, yuji takes his cock out, promising himself he can only look. he strokes himself as he watches you sleep, getting himself to full hardness. he knows he has to be quick and quiet — there's no way he could talk himself out of the situation if you woke up. but the sight of his leaking tip so close to your pretty mouth makes him dizzy.

it takes a pathetically short amount of time before he cums in his hand, a few drops falling to the floor of your bedroom. you're still blissfully unaware of what your friend is doing, still in a deep sleep as he carefully swipes his thumb along your bottom lip. a small smear of his cum for you to taste when you wake up.

[ghost-reader07]

❝𝗷𝗷𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 + 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀❞

a/n: i'm going insane guys anyway love u all mwah <333333 afab body but no gendered language btw!

part two.

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. *. ⋆ GOJO SATORU

▸ creampies. please just let this man cum inside of you omg he'll go insane. seeing the way his release leaks out of you afterward has him ready for another round almost immediately.

▸ dacryphilia. "you crying'?" says it all right there. he'll coo, a bit mocking, and wipe at the tears running down your cheeks.

▸ size difference. he's so big compared to you. his height, his hands, his dick. he gets off on it so hard seeing you have to look up at him :(

▸ praise (giving + receiving). he'll charm your panties off if you really want, just make sure to let him know how good he's fucking you, too.

▸ overstimulation. hand in hand with dacryphilia. he's not done with you until he's shooting blanks and you're a weeping mess below him.

▸ breeding. listen.. he needs an heir for the gojo clan. he'll fuck you into the mattress for hours on end- he just wants to make sure his baby takes, that's all.

▸ orgasm denial. he's a cocky man, and he knows it. he loves the exhilaration he gets controlling your orgasm, making you beg for it before he gives you any satisfaction.

▸ pussy/thigh/boob jobs. he wants to put good use to all of your body.

. *. ⋆ GETO SUGURU

▸ choking. the feeling of you swallowing as his large hands cusp at your neck is like a drug to him.

▸ begging. seeing you so compliant under him as you plead and cry for his touch... those pretty little eyes and wobbling lip. it's mean, he knows that. he just couldn't care less.

▸ sense deprivation. tying you up and blindfolding you, giving him all that power? he goes crazy for it.

▸ degradation. you wanna be fucked like a slut, he's gonna treat you like one.

▸ edging. when he's feeling really mean, he'll edge you for hours. until you're shaking and whining and the only word you can get out is a broken moan of his name.

▸ impact play. he loves waking up and seeing the red imprint of his hand on your ass oh my godddd don't get him started.

▸ hair pulling (receiving). he wants you to tug at his hair, card your fingers through it, pull it as you're riding his face!!!

▸ sadism. pretty much hand in hand with everything above. he's such a mean boyfriend but he knows how much you love it.

. *. ⋆ CHOSO KAMO

▸ biting. your shoulders, neck, and thighs are full of his teeth marks, almost perpetually. and of course he's not gonna complain if you leave a few bites, too.

▸ begging. show him how much you want him, how badly you need him, and he'll fuck you as much as you want. you just gotta put in a little work first.

▸ worship (giving + receiving). seriously this man worships the ground you walk on from the moment you wake up to the second you fall asleep. he just asks you worship his cock the same

▸ overstimulation. he's fuckin you until his legs are giving out from under him and you're nothing but a fucked out, drooling mess being pressed into the bed.

▸ blood play. i mean... i think this is a given.. will purposefully bite down too hard just to lick the blood clean as an apology.

▸ orgasm denial. he knows once you cum, it's over, and he just wants to stay sat in your pretty pussy a little bit longer- you understand that, right?

▸ somnophilia. his favorite breakfast is in between your thighs. besides, you don't think there's any better way to wake up, anyway.

▸ voyeurism. pleaseeee pleaseee pleaseee let him watch you masturbate it's all he needs in this world !!!!!

. *. ⋆ SUKUNA RYOMEN

▸ anal. he needs to claim every hole your body has to offer. plus true form sukuna is a slut for his double penetration just saying

▸ choking. hearing your choked gasps as he squeezes your throat could make him cum on the damn spot. watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as each second passes on.

▸ exhibitionism. no, he doesn't care that there are other curses around and no, he doesn't care if they can see. you're his, and he'll fuck you anywhere he wants to.

▸ extreme bondage. watching your poor, writhing little human body tug at your restraints uselessly is something he'll never get tired of.

▸ collaring. he'll even get his name custom engraved, just so everyone who looks at you know exactly who you belong to.

▸ degradation. he's a mean thing, but you seem to enjoy that for some reason. he savors in the way you clench around him every time he calls you a whore.

▸ edging. you're not allowed to cum until he's says so, and anything before that? you're in for one hell of a night.

▸ predator/prey. let him chase you through the woods as foreplay. he'll inevitably catch up, of course, but seeing you attempt to get away is so cute to him. especially when he's had enough of the teasing and is pinning you against the nearest tree.

[ghost-reader07]

❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞

a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.

part one.

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. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.

▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.

▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.

▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.

▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(

▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.

▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.

▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!

. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO

▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?

▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.

▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3

▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.

▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.

▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?

▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.

▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.

. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.

▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.

▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.

▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.

▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.

▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.

▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.

▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.

. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI

▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.

▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!

▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.

▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.

▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.

▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?

▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.

▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.

[ghost-reader07]

[ghost-reader07]

DATING PERCY JACKSON HEADCANONS NSFW EDITION 🩵

Warnings: smut obviously, language

He's a switch but more dom/top leaning cause he just wants to take care of you

Please scratch his chest and back he'll go insane

Also loves getting his hair pulled

Instant way to turn him on: kiss his neck

You can tell when he's turned on cause he can't keep a poker face to save his life

Bedroom eyes 24/7 without trying his eyes are just captivating

Constantly thinking about you under him or above him cause he's obsessed with you

Will go feral if you say his name everytime

Please moan its such an ego boost for him

Gets off on your pleasure

He'll praise the shit out of you👏

Praise him or tell him he looks good on top of you and he'll cum

Putting you on the kitchen counter to make out all the time

Yep, you've fucked in the kitchen multiple times before

Will make out with you even if his/your parents are in the room next to you

Loves seeing you undress even if it's not gonna go anywhere

An absolute God, whether it's his skill or how he looks when fucking you, it's insane

Walks out the shower with just a towel/boxers on to make you lose your mind

Wears his sweatpants LOW on his hips like you can see his v line and a little hair peeking out

Service top always

His scars make him look ×10 hotter which you didn't think was possible

[ghost-reader07]

MINORS 18+

“Gods-fuckin’-damnit, do you ever shut up for at least once in a while?”

His relentless assault inside of your fluttery walls made you witness the stars for yourself every time his fat cock caressed the tight, sealed opening of your cervix. Gods, he was so deep, and for what? You questioned.

His hands went to grab your legs, wrapping them around his waist to secure you completely, whilst his hands had their iron grip on your sweet hips.

“Atta girl.” His smile widened when he noticed the cute flutter of your eyelashes, like you could barely even process this euphoric moment. You bit your lip to suppress all of your tears of complete, pure joy. How could you ever forget this passionate expression of gratitude?

The feeling of his cock widening you out was something that was going to be as memorable as reciting your ABCs. You’d never forget it.

Your nails dug into something, anything, begging to claw at just whatever was nearest; the bedsheets were a valuable option. “Please, please, please…” You beseeched.

“Please, please, please—is that all you’ll give me,” he leaned down to grab your chin to hear your soft pants and witness your warm tears, “slut?”

Your walls pulsed, gripping onto his length like he’d let go, begging for him to stay home in the comfort of your cunt. “Fuck!” You exclaimed.

He managed to push you just enough, gritting curse words as he let go of your chin and went to grab your legs, holding them up so he could pound into your hole much faster. He sounded like a panting mess himself when he bucked his hips into you relentlessly, bearing the sensation of approaching his climax.

“Come on, come on,” he anticipated. “Let me see that pretty cunt of yours pulse around me.”

He bucked his ups into you much faster, causing you to cum hard, clamping onto his dick violently. You truly did feel like he was going to let go in that moment, but not in a metaphorical sense. Your sounds of pleasure filled his ears, your brain seemingly unable to process the speed of his cock inside of your cunt.

His hips slammed into you as fast as he could process it and suddenly slammed all the way into you to empty out hot, thick ropes of his white seed. Your cervix felt bruised and hot as his cum painted your insides.

He stood there for a moment, gently pushing in and out to milk out every drop out of his no longer aching cock. When he pulled out of you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and caressed your cheek, tapping your jaw with his palm.

You let out a steady gasp when his cock flicked up against your clit as it re-erected against your wet folds. “What—“

“This ain’t even on the verge of ending. Get on your knees.”