#ʚ•ɞ. shai writes

[shaisuki]

sukuna is rather entertained. fascinated even.

how his two cocks buried inside you and rearranging your guts didn't even make a dent in your round stomach. he should be seeing the two of his cock head bulging in your belly but it wasn't. all he can do is press one of his palms to feel the ridge of his cock inside you.

the king of curses had been existing in a long time for fucking concubines and women who presented themselves. afraid of what he is capable of but they all end up the same. crushed by his raw strength and left bleeding for him to consume. he grew tired of those women. the same stature and build. where his nails can scrape the bones out of their flesh and his cocks can pierce their flat stomachs while he fucks them mercilessly. he should have fucked you sooner when you came in his temple with the concubines gathered for a drop of his attention.

sharp nails digging in your supple flesh. amused at the layered pouch of a belly you carry and it jiggles and rolls like waves while he roughly shoves his two inhumane cocks inside your sopping, fat pussy.

the loud squelch of your juices leaking in his cocks mixed with his own cum that he dumped inside your womb added the intensity of the carnal desire he have for you.

his soft, pliant, little concubine. of course, you would be little for him no matter how big you perceived yourself. as if sukuna would care for that. a hole is a hole no matter who owns it and simply you have the best pussy and the body for a king like him.

too fascinated and engrossed with his new discovery that he didn't give attention to what you look like. you would be a an another pretty face for him but only he look at your face when he hears the tiniest of moans being suppressed and did he was blessed with the most softer features a woman can have. your round cheeks stained by the stray tears rolling from your misty eyes and your lips forming into a pout.

“look me in the eyes, woman.” he orders and you were quick to follow him. afraid of the consequences and sukuna can see the tears clumping at your lashes and the desperate suppression of your moans wanting to spill at the rough thrusts of his heavy cocks inside you.

“s—sukuna-sama~” the words slips out of your mouth out of the blue and when you realized your mistake, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the imminent death that is about to come to you.

the way his name careless flows out of your mouth and your tight cunt squeezing around his cocks spurred him to drill his cocks deeper inside to you. kissing your cervix deeply that it almost protrudes the opening of your womb that is about to take his load again.

there wasn't blood came bursting from your body and only the droplets of blood from his earlier assault had stayed and you were still intact. you almost sighed from relief if it wasn't the continuous movements of his hips and the heavy balls slapping your ass preventing you to feel an ounce of relief.

you almost squealed when his lower arms grabs the sides of your chest. hoisting you easily in a sitting position with his cocks still impaled to your abused cunt. one of his upper arms is used as resting place for his jaw. red eyes moving up and down. watching as his cum trickles in his cocks and your round belly coils like spring from him thrusting his hips up and down. the mouth in his stomach licks it lips before the mouth in his face had done the same thing. amused and his boredom quenched temporarily. you were afraid and never been this aroused when the words came from him.

“tell me, woman.” he began, almost smirking before it breaks out into a full one. “can my cocks be seen in this flesh of yours if i gave you my brat?”

[yrbshay]

How did I do it?

If you checked out my last post I explained my success with law of assumption. I know that’s the next question on your mind. Well it’s not as complicated as it seems. I reposted something that’s very important for manifestation on my blog. It’s the fact that manifestation is essentially easy but it’s hard to really grasp the concept of that.

Everyone has been though that during their journey. It just takes a good mental diet and self concept (at least what’s my perspective)

Getting to how I did it :

• self concept

I can’t stress this enough. People ask “can I manifest without self concept”. And though technically you can It makes things 10x harder and I don’t encourage poor self concept. I think before you do anything work on and continue to work on even after starting other manifesting your self concept.

When people also ask “do I have to be confident?” “Do I have to believe in my manifestation” these questions can all be fixed with self concept. Why? Because it’s all about internal work and less about your circumstances. You perceive your circumstances as bad because of the mindset about yourself. And this is not to to speak down on you this is just explaining the process and facts about it. If you don’t feel good about yourself of course you’re not going to be confident you’re going to get your manifestation you don’t believe you can have it. If you know you can get anything you want no matter what nothing else matters.

• Ok next, identifying how I actually felt vs what I want

This one is pretty important too. Especially identifying what I wanted. Some people tell you to ignore your negative belief and thoughts which is true! However you have to identify them first. How do I feel about money? How do I feel about love? Really, just know how you feel and you know what to change and change about the things your are saying to yourself.

As far as what you want, write the opposite of what you already wrote down, but also go into great (and I mean great) detail about what you do want.

Last thing I did was just plain manifest. More self concept work, making affirmations based on what I wrote down I wanted, keeping up with mental diet (and maintaining the sense of "knowing I get what I want when I want it") and rampaging when I get discouraged. Sometimes you get off track but your next thought after thinking a negative one should immediately be redirecting and going back to positive.

Additional Resources

Abraham Hicks

Neville Goddard

My Pinterest board full of affirmations & tips:

I will provide my fav blogs when I can do a bit more research. I also didn't add youtubers bc I don't really have fav one but if that changes I will update this post.

Happy Manifesting ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[shaysawesome]

‧₊˚ Wrote this from a prompt my pookie gave me~Not my best writing but I was bored °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° [Has blood and death]

Lots of love, Shay ˚⟡˖ ࣪

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A runaway, happy and free from all of society. A girl unharmed by the cruel and unkind thoughts of others. She lived in the middle of no where, sheltered in a small cottage surrounded by a vast forest. Over the years she had grown her own garden full of luscious fruits and vegetables, and flowers that would glow in the sunlight seeping through the trees. She looked after herself and the nature around her. A kind and passionate girl at heart.

On a fateful day, while walking through the forest picking berries, she noticed a small whimpering sound coming from the collapsed oak tree beside her. A small, wounded wolf laid there, nearly lifeless, capped in blood and bugs. She took the wolf to her arms and rushed back to shelter, where she cleaned the wolf and its wounds, making sure it was well fed before dusk. After that day the girl had begun taking care of the creature. She sheltered him, giving the wolf love and care it had never felt before. It took to her. Listening to her words, following her every step. Week by week, the wolf had grown bigger and stronger. The girl had made a friend of the wolf, almost a mother-like bond. She felt grateful for such a blessing in her life, to have a loyal companion by her side.

One night, long after the sun had set, the girl was in need of a pot of water to brew some tea. She ran along to the stream, slowly navigating through the dark forest with only the moonlight as her guide. Once at the stream, she kneeled over slowly filling the pot up with water. As she waited for the pot to fill, she could hear the cicadas hissing, the crickets chirping and wolves howling in the distance. Despite having heard the sounds before, oddly enough, it felt eerie. A feeling she had never felt before. She stood up slowly, carrying the full pot back with every heavy step she took. On her way back she sensed rustling in the leaves. An animal running past. She hadn’t deemed it unusual and brushed the encounter off, continuing along the path. Before she could get far, she heard louder, and faster rustling. Hearing the paws of an animal pounding against the dirt. Filled with fear she turned around to see the wolf behind her. She felt nearly relieved to see him, calling the wolf to come home. Instead of the sweet wolf she protected and raised, she was met with the wolves teeth in her neck. Her blood spewing from every tear and cut. The wolf howled, summoning a pack of wolves.

That night the girl was dragged away by the wolves, torn to shreds, eaten, and licked clean. Her head was demolished, her organs were engulfed, and her bones were crushed. All that remained of her was her little cottage in the middle of nowhere and her blood, puddling the ground.

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⋆｡✩ Did not proofread (｡･-･) ✩｡⋆

[shaisuki]

atsumu's desperate.

he wasn't always like this except when he needs you — so bad.

there's no call of your nickname or the endearment he uses to call you, the moment he comes home. flinging his gym bag, footsteps hard, scowling and sweaty. he kisses you rough. tongue clashing and teeth gnashing. grips on your ass so tight that you can't seat properly tomorrow from your bruised ass.

humping against you like a dog. a bitch in a heat and atsumu is nothing from this. whiny. submissive. pathetic. grinding his hardened cock straining in his pants to your bare thigh. moaning and groaning while he sucks your face from how hard he was kissing you.

“'tsumu — mmwah — hah” you pant to his lips as you barely managed to push him away before pulling you in for a another kiss. “let me eat you out please — wanna taste you so bad” he says in between kiss. his palm ghosting to your round stomach. squeezing it before his fingers is already rubbing the thin barrier of your panties covering your slit. “fine, fine. 'tsumu.”

and as a loving girlfriend, you obliged to your boyfriend's request. “fuck yes! 'tsumu! — c—cumming again!” you whined. grinding your hips harder than intended and atsumu hums in delight. groaning at your taste and the vibrations of his voice sending waves all over your body. your toes curling and your thighs shaking from the anticipation of your incoming orgasm.

his hold on your hips getting tighter to press your weight in his face. looking down below and you can only see the tuft of his blond hair splayed in the pillows. obscene noises coming from his mouth gets inherently louder the more you grind your hips in his face. slurping and sucking your sweet, fat cunt. his mouth drenched in your juices. he's relentless. he couldn't make up his mind wether to suck or lick your fat, pussy lips. mind's foggy to think but he continued. only had one goal to reach is to make you cum in his tongue.

let his tongue be graced by the saccharine taste of your pussy. the blonde just can't get enough of it. inserting his tongue in your hole and he wiggles around it and fuck, it was so fucking hot when he hears you moan his name. “tsumu~!” your slick dropping and his tongue acting like a spile for his taste buds to catch your juices.

damn, it feels good for his tongue with your hole. he should have done it sooner. you're leaking and it wasn't too long before you cum in his face. atsumu only groans. holding your thick, creamy thighs firmer to let you sink deeper in his face. he greedily laps up your juices. sticky with the sweetness he so damn loves.

“enough, tsumu. 'm sensitive. too much...” you moan out to him. your body trembling from the overstimulation it had taken from atsumu eating you out. “lemme take care of you, now. 'kay.” you rasped out. his bulge in his pants must be so painful. it took a little while before atsumu finally agreed with you.

“when did you become so needy, tsumu?” your boyfriend buries his face to your breasts. the tip of his ears pink and his pants tickling your skin. your hand wrapped around his cock. leaking and in desperate need of attention. “poor baby.” you cooed. jerking his cock faster and atsumu moans. his face flush and he takes his attention to your breasts. popping your nipple in his mouth like a newborn he is when sucks on your tit while he squeezes your other breast.

it doesn't take a few pumps of his cock before his spilling all over to your hand. his hips thrusting upward to prolong that mind numbing bliss. “wanna fuck this pussy, please.” atsumu begs. palming his hand to your pussy like he hadn't feasted on it ago.

“only if you can cum again, 'tsumu.”

[shaisuki]

— LOOK WHO'S TALKIN’

ENTRY #006 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. MATSUKAWA ISSEI + DUMBIFICATION

— fucking someone so hard they go stupid.

• pairing: matsukawa issei x chubby reader

• content warnings: table sex, name calling (cumdump), degradation, teasing.

you and your smart mouth and the effect it have on him. maybe it's time for issei to put you in your place and he got the perfect idea.

“cat got your tongue, eh?”

issei jeers at you. his face morphing into one of a mocking expression with a huge shit- eating grin in his lips. eyeing your plump body slumped in the table while his cock is buried to the hilt inside your soaking pussy.

the cold table in where you laid is lathered with your sweat. it felt disgusting but at least it provide you some relief to not get your back bruised from how hard issei was fucking you. you felt so small and helpless and you can't voice out your annoyance and frustration at him. the air in your lungs getting knocked out everytime you tried to say something. you're beyond incoherent at this point.

“want to say something? use that smart mouth of yours, baby.” he challenges. his hips busy snapping at an unruly place to your cunt. his arm wrapped around your leg with your ankle hooked in his shoulder.

he can't help but to chuckle at your current position. you were totally powerless against him. what banter and the sarcasm firing from your mouth earlier are nothing but babbles and whines coming from your mouth. too stupid to speak something about him. serves you right.

don't get him wrong. issei loves that smart mouth of yours. it made his days, adding color to his life and he appreciates that. the playful banters, the jabs you throw at each other without getting offended and ending in laughs but today it was different. he was losing or to put it honestly, it was bruising his ego.

and what does it take to win from you? shut you up with his cock.

“too dumb to think of something witty, are we? this is what you get, sweetheart.” you whine at contempt. drool escaping in the corners of your mouth. fuck issei and his huge cock — you were literally doing it.

your body surrendering from unforgiving strength he was doing. you can't help but to lay there and take what issei has to give to you. your mind too mushed to think of anything and your mouth isn't cooperating with you.

he gazes at your plush body. your tits bouncing from his thrusts, stomach jiggling and that pretty face of yours — he could stare at it all day. your moans music to his ears and he treat it as a rest day for your daily squabbles with him.

mesmerized at the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock. his cock glistening with your slick and it made his cock throb more. his breeder balls slapping to your ass.

“just like that...” he groans feeling your walls clench around him. “you think you're so smart but you're just my stupid — stupid — stupid — cumdump. you're only good for taking my cock, — pretty.” the words hurt and it was unlike for issei to talk with you like this but for some reason that made your cunt throb more, your walls spasming around his cock so hard that it's almost impossible for him to push his cock deeper but no, issei wouldn't let that.

“you like being called my cumdump?” he asks, raising his brows and you shake your head. “oh really? your pussy says different, sweetheart.” there's a sneering tone in his voice and you only whine.

“you're getting dumber on me just for having a dick inside you.” placing your legs beside his torso as he hovers above you. his palms finding place besides you to get more leverage and then his hips began to slam against you.

“i'm going to give you a reason to get stupid.” the pad of his thumb began drawing circles in your clit and that made you cry more. your legs locking behind his torso. making it impossible for him to escape and encourage him to slam into you deeper.

“that's right. i'm going to fuck you until you can only think is my cock inside you.” he groans. with every sharp thrust as his cock making indentions inside your warm walls.

“s—shit, shit. you're going to cum aren't you?” sweat beginning to glisten in his skin. “alright — alright. i'm going to give you my cum.” he says rocking his hips and with a last forceful thrust. he emptied himself inside you. his orgasm triggering yours — sending shockwaves to your system that it made your hole convulse around him. your hips arching — body trembling from the orgasm your body had induced to you.

matsukawa gazes at you. too fucked out from the bliss and that made him smirk. just today, he found out on how to effectively shut you up. just fuck you hard until you can't stop creaming around him. a huge grin plastering in his face. shaking his head at your hopeless case of being fucked dumb by his cock. look who's talkin' now?

he wants to taunt at you but you were still reeling from your high and he'll let it slide. just for today. you were still too dumb to understand what he is saying.

issei will wait for a another day to use his way of shutting you up or not? maybe. he knows after this you're still running your smart mouth and it won't be a problem of making you shut up.

[shaisuki]

— THE INTERN

ENTRY #004 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. IZUKU MIDORIYA, KIRISHIMA EIJIRO, TAMAKI AMAJIKI + GANGBANG

— when multiple partners, usually 3 or more, engage in sexual intercourse with a single willing partner.

• pairing: izuku midoriya, kirishima eijiro, tamaki amajiki x chubby reader

• content warnings: foursome, dubcon, facefucking, anal, aged up characters, characters are pro.

you're the new intern at the hero agency ran by deku, the number one hero. as a part of him showing you the ropes in being a hero. collaboration with another agencies is a must and now you're standing beside him with red riot and suneater in front of you and you're one in hell of a ride.

“f-fuck!”

kirishima curses out. his eyes closing — relishing on the feeling of your tight cunt around him. “you should have brought her sooner, midoriya.” he chided. looking at the man behind you who was pounding your other hole.

midoriya only chuckles gripping your plush hips to keep you grounded for him to pound with his length and for the other underneath you to thrust his hips upwards to stimulate your pussy with his huge cock bullying inside you.

you couldn't help but let a muffle whine. mouth busy sucking off the other person's cock. making the latter moan in delight albeit shyly like he didn't still gotten used of someone taking his cock. tamaki amajiki or mostly known as suneater is moaning like a helpless animal while you choked on his cock.

it was too much. your holes being used at the same time. you can't think nor recall the events before this. thoughts muddled with the murky waters of pleasure. you couldn't think how you were put in this predicament with not one but three of the most successful heroes fucking you. all you can remember is you were still a hero in the making. an intern for midoriya izuku — deku he is to the common citizens of japan.

“collaborations with the other agencies are a must. rescuing and combat would be easier for us when emergencies are called...” the number one hero spoke to you while riding in the elevator to meet with one of the heroes in the another agency with red riot and suneater. you were given in information that three of the used to work in their school days and defeating the shie hassakai organization back in the days. that were you told and you only nod. keeping in mind what he use to say.

lucky you are someone would say and yes, you were lucky. despite the number one hero's busy schedule he managed to take you under his wing. the sole intern in his agency.

the number one hero remained to true what the Internet and tabloids had said to him. a down to earth personality, matched with his bashful look. you couldn't help but to smile looking at him. his built not matching his look and you drawn your smile before he can see it and when the doors opened in the top floor of the agency with red riot and suneater. the deal was closed with your new training unfolding in front of you — involving the men whose to be far from your reach.

now they were balls deep inside you. leaving you with no choice but to keep up with their harsh thrusting. your hands placed in the timid hero's thighs. he seem not to be bothered from you clawing his thighs while you take his dick inside your mouth. your head bobbing — up and down trying to fit his whole length whilst trying not to gag. your jaw getting a little sore but you wouldn't let it hinder you not when you're in the arms of the men who had the millions adore.

your tongue swiping the slit in his cock and with the whimper he was emitting, he is pleased — more than pleased and then you continued. running your tongue to his shaft like you it was a popsicle. his hips stuttering as he continued to fuck your mouth. the tip of his cock hitting your throat and you can't help but to tear up.

kirishima on the other hand was too engrossed with your body moving. your breasts bouncing while they fucked you and he can't help but to bite into it. pulling it his sharp teeth while he continues his assault to your soaking pussy. your round tummy pressing to his hard abs. rubbing continuously and you were so soft just like he imagined. his hands finding it's way to your back.

deku is littering your back with kisses. the creases in your skin covered in sweat is such a sight to behold. he's kind of disappointed not being able to kiss you with your mouth occupied with his senpai's cock. higher ranking or not. deku still respects his senpai and he's contented for the meantime while your asshole is doing its job well for milking him.

god. your holes were sucking them well. they can your warm velvety walls hugging them with the desire to milk them dry. it wouldn't be too long before they'll reach release but before that. they are making sure that you are properly fucked well and so — task is up.

making the new pretty girl, a hero in the making or rather deku's intern to be trained well with the ability to take multiple villains or rather cocks for them to used. you were going to be such a great hero for them.

you were too lost in the pleasure. red riot's cock and deku's were rubbing to both of your walls that you could feel their cocks almost hitting each other deep inside you. it's too good to be true and fuck you were going to savor it. you were gushing at kirishima's length at this point right now but who would care — not you were being sandwiched by two strong men and taking the other's cock in your mouth.

you could feel tamaki is getting closer to his release. his hips stuttering and his breathing getting ragged with the small whimpers and mutters of warning that he's getting close and to bring him release. you bobbed your head with your tongue wrapping around his lenght. it's almost there. almost there. and without warning he grabbed your head. pushing his length to your mouth deeper before jerking his hips upwards and shooting his load inside your mouth. the creamy, white cum of his painting your mouth white and it's too much that you can't swallow them all. the remaining dribbles in the side of your mouth as you pant. catching your breath from the earlier assault of his cock to your mouth.

you could feel another pair of hands gripping your plush hips as the sound of skin slapping each other getting louder. deku's thighs hitting your ass cheeks while his cock drill into your puckered hole. kirishima's pelvics hitting your mound from the rough thrusts of his cock and you can't help but to whine. your hands finding home in tamaki and muffling your cries with his lips. tongue swirling inside you — tasting himself on to you while you cling to him.

“'m close — f-fuck— fuck.” kirishima exhaled feeling his balls tighten and his abs and muscular thighs clenching from the pleasure building in his stomach.

“s-shit, me too—” midoriya managed to croak out. hissing at the sensation at the familiar feeling building up inside him and shit, he's so close. just a little more.

their pounding getting faster and rougher and faster. deku spreads your cheeks before deeply pushing himself inside you as he emptied himself inside you and kirishima following suit. the tip of his cock hitting your cervix that triggers your orgasm.

you can feel your insides getting warmer as their cum filled you up. both men grunting from how tight your walls are and the spasms it was making to prolong their orgasm.

deku presses a kiss to your shoulder. panting softly as he finished dumping his load inside you and kirishima praises you. whispering sweet nothings as he coaxes you while calming down from your orgasm.

pulling out their softening cocks. deku is mesmerized by the sight of their cum dripping in both of your holes. it is one of the best fucks in his life and he couldn't wait to ruin his intern again.

sweat and their scent clinging out to you. body too spent to move you were plopped in kirishima's body. he didn't mind not when your soft body pressed to him and he wished maybe he could get a time alone with you so he can ravaged you alone and with deku and his senpai, tamaki. the possibility is meant to happen again.

it wouldn't be too long for that to get their you in their hands. after all, you were trained for it. to take them, anytime they want.

it's part of the training.

[shaisuki]

— NO SUNLIGHT FOR THE CAGED

ENTRY #002 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. YAKUZA! OSAMU MIYA + SHIBARI

— shibari is a japanese style of bondage, it's known as a kink but it's more than that. It's a kind of art, while tying the rope around someone's body you're making different patterns and connecting with that person.

• pairing: osamu miya x chubby reader

• content warnings: yakuza au, yandere themes, pwp, shibari (bondage), dark themes, reader is a bastard, power imbalances, noncon, dubcon.

freedom is what you yearned for a long time but osamu miya won't let you get the freedom you deserved, now you belong to him.

days are gone in the blink of an eye while you stare at the spacious garden. walking in the same hallways was different.

it seems like yesterday with you and the the twins were frolicking there. spent playing the game of tag and gawking at the koi fishes swimming — tails swishing, creating ripples in the pond.

now there's no love nor fondness thinking about it. memories about being a child gives the illusion of being happy without a care in the world. temporarily.

as a child you thought nothing would change. that atsumu and osamu would be still your dear friends. that they will be the the same people you'll grow up with. you love them wholeheartedly. never did it crossed your mind one day, your dear tsumu and samu would change. you came to terms of it. they were meant to be that day as the next head of the miya clan and you — a bastard have no place for it.

and who are you to complain, you were born a bastard after all. in the world where family matters the most and influenced a organization, bastards like you have no place for it. maybe if you were born male, your father would maybe favor you a bit and that would been fine — you would have a purpose.

instead you were born a woman. engraved with the roles that you are nothing without men. that you will have value of being a wife, a mother and you don't want that. clinging to a hope that someday you will live a long, fulfilling life and escaping this place would be the first step on making that true, achieving the life you wanted. counting the days until you'll know what freedom is.

the halls were empty. where only shadows of a gleeful childhood witnessed the laughter and squeals of once lively halls. a remnant of the past that you will never see again.

“there's nothing for me here.” you would whisper where only the walls could hear you.

it all began when the twins grew distant of you. as heirs they are being prepared of the duties and responsibilities they would take once their father would step down as being the head of the miya clan.

atsumu was the first then osamu. you didn't knew atsumu for the first time he mocked you and reminded of your place. his voice tearing your heart apart. his disdain and disappointment were made for you and osamu, although he didn't say a word. his gaze tells otherwise. atsumu would snarl at you but osamu would look at you once, twice and a shrug is enough to tear your heart in shreds. the regret and disgust for meeting you, for simply existing. a nobody in his life.

what affection and sincere smile were long gone, replaced with the nasty remarks and the jeers. passing in the hallways only to get shoved or not ignored, not even once needed the memories of the bond shared.

it won't be long. you say to yourself. you needed a plan to escape this place. without looking back. a new life for yourself. free from the duties that is forced to you. a freedom for yourself.

watching the hands of the clock ticks by left you restless. a few belongings packed safely in your bag. you didn't have much, a few trinkets and such. tucked away in the corner of your room. a few more hours and freedom. you needed to tend things with the gathering of the constituents and allies of the miya clan tonight and after that, you are free. they wouldn't notice you. a nobody.

their noisy cheers and not so discreet of plans echoed in the common room along in the hallways. your father was also there. who had no interest to his bastard of a daughter.not even batting an eyelash as his daughter poured warm sake in his cup. downing it with eagerness and going back to their conversation. you continued to serve them along with the hope that you will be free tonight.

your heart pounds along with your sharp intakes of breath. come on now. it's now or never. you don't need to dwell yourself in trivial things. they were going to be too drunk or wouldn't give a care to you leaving. they could easily replace you.

this is the time while you leave in the back, you can see the tori as you approach getting bigger. this is it. when you walked past in that tori you will be free.

“where do you think yer going?”

don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.

you don't want to look and only to find samu's gaze staring at you. maybe, you could look at those eyes of his. it's been years since you've look at them and seeing it would be goodbye. a farewell.

turning around, clutching your bag in your hands. you face him, looking straight in his eyes. not even acknowledging how handsome he is in his black montsuki.

“away from here.”

“i didn't take you for being stupid. what made you think that yer leaving this place? how stupid.”

grey eyes twinkles in amusement. watching as your body squirm while the ropes tightens in your limbs. finally, he can use this skills he acquired from a long time ago. giving purpose to his fondness of ropes and to you.

he would be much gentler to you. if it weren't the act of you leaving him. how stupid for you to leave him. to think you have the will to leave him and the snap of ropes hitting your skin is the kind of mark that breaks your skin. let the punishment fit the crime of trying to escape from his grasps.

“samu, please. i don't want any of this.” you pleaded.

he remained silent. his fingers weaving the rope like a spider to it's web. gliding the rope in your skin while you're sprawled in the floor. his hakama pooling in his waist. showing the dragon tattoos etched in his left arm and to his abdomen and chest. toned and leaned his body is. proudly showing you what he's made of as he manipulates the rope in his own will.

the younger miya keeps his eyes glazed to your supple body. the rope digging in your soft skin. tugging the ropes to create tension to your flesh. feel it. embrace it. there's no use how you wiggled your wrists. the more you try. the tighter the rope clings to your skin.

a work of art, he would say. your body tangled in the red ropes minus the squirming. satisfied with his handiwork. samu pulls the rig above you. your body rising above and he can see the panic in your eyes. it wouldn't let you down if that's what you think. stupid for you to think that it'll fall when this is all made for you to think that you knew all of him. it's a dumb claim for you that you will own him. that you will be able to manipulate him with a simple pout of your plump lips. long gone with all the games and he got you wrapped around his fingers.

you were suspended in the air. limbs aching and burning that you can't almost feel it. osamu walks around you. admiring his work, his gaze fell to your body bound by the bright, red ropes and he can finally take all the frustrations he felt for years. face devoid of any emotions and you're afraid when osamu's like this. far much worse than his older twin.

lips pursed into a thin line while his knuckles grazed the skin in your cheek. you didn't meet his gaze. recoiling upon the contact of his skin to your and that osamu didn't like it one bit.

patience thinning out at your stubbornness. osamu grasped your jaw before pulling it close to him. meeting his piercing gaze that leaves your soul trembling. it's all pure territorial with death awaiting to those who dares to enter. his breath tickling in your face.

“and where would you go?” he began to inquire you. “you hold no position. no name for yourself. no property for you to own. you are nothing. you—”

“i know!” you interrupt him and osamu didn't like being interrupted but he lets you. “i'm aware all of that. you don't need to remind and you should have let me —”

“go? I won't allow it. you belong here and no place on earth would replace that. even you're gone, i'll find you. you forgot how powerful i am — princess.” the nickname leaves you breathless. you forgot he calls you that besides your name and it made you smile a little, bitterly. your samu was still here.

“i should tie you up more often.” he says, adoring the work while his hands runs to the expanse of your body. “i wonder what sound you'll make if i do this.” he teases, pinching the hardened bud, earning a delicious moan coming from you and that made him chuckle. “where else? i know you were always a slut, princess.” pulling the rope a little tighter and he can see the indents in your skin.

“dripping wet, are we?” he taunts. rubbing your puffy, soaked folds with his fingers covered with your slick. “please, samu” you whined. begging for more friction. begging for him to give your neglected pussy with attention.

your resolution of escaping dissipating like bubbles. you can never escape samu and you're dream of freedom was a mere child's dream. you're bound to him.

“bad girls don't get to cum, princess. if you only submitted to me earlier i might have.” plunging his finger to your hole and the tears begin to pour from your eyes. pumping his fingers in a lazy manner before pulling it out. admiring his slick-covered fingers.

catching you in his arms before whispering. “don't ever think of leaving me again.” and you nod immediately.

you won't be seeing the sunlight again along with the freedom you desperately yearned for.

[shaisuki]

ADDICTION

|| the second entry for the series “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄”

content warnings ─── bonten! sanzu, murder, talks about torture, noncon, implied kidnapping, drugs , dark themes, yandere themes

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ when colored pills doesn't give him the high he needed, sanzu finds a new addiction, it's better than ecstasies.

the gunshot seem to frighten you. i apologize for that. in line of my "business" it is my job to keep the empire mikey had built to flourish. these traitors are not the worth of the name bonten and those who are without use should perish.

it's also to serve a warning to you. never run away from me.

i have no intention of harming you, let alone scare you. it's only a reminder that you can never escape from me, even you run to the ends of the world, i will follow you.

shed the blood of those who dares to look at you. serve their head in a platter. cut every finger who dares to lay their hands on you. rip their limbs apart one by one and not even death could escape their fate from my hands.

why are you crying? you don't like that? silly girl. it's a punishment for them who can't understand that you belong to me. what? can you repeat that? you don't want me nor anything of this?

you got no choice. you've bewitched me. got me high of my feelings that i didn't know i was capable of doing so. you've made me addicted to the sensation of your skin in mine. your voice like bells in my ears. no drugs could make me feel like the way you do.

you're the most potent drug that i could take. intoxicating me with your light that flows in my veins and gives me euphoria reaching in my brain. you're the medicine in my pain.

sometimes you're also the cause of the aches in my body. you never really learn do you? what got you shaking? the body drops as i pull the trigger on his head. blood pooling at those empty head of this incompetent fool to never let you out of sight when i'm dealing with mikey.

this is a warning. don't test me. although, i vowed myself to never harm you—you need to be taught a lesson. nobody messes with me, no one.

ssh. don't cry. this is all your fault. you're going to take whatever i give to you. fuck! i might lose control of myself whenever those tiny whimpers leave your mouth as i pressed my lips to your heated skin. be a good girl. all i want for you is to submit to me.

tears won't work on me darling, i've seen plenty of it. from the men who for me to spare their useless lives with a gun in my hand. it would be no different to you. you're mine to begin with. i own you.

a blissful sigh escaping from my lips as i inhale your scent. such beautiful hair you have. such bounty you have for yourself and it's mine to exploit.

the straps of your nightgown falling down to your round shoulders the more my lips move to feel of your skin. this would be your life with me as i clothe you with the most luxurious clothes i can provide for you. money ain't a problem for me. i have lots of them.

your body trembles as i touch you. i won't harm you, i told you. think of this as a lesson while you think of escaping me again. there's no escape in my grasps. as much i hate to force you, this is your punishment for making me angry. if you weren't my precious little things—i would have killed you.

we won't like that don't we? stay still. it would be easy for me to take you or else it would hurt. never been a problem for me to put down people like you.

that's it. you weren't that stubborn when i'm putting you in your place. that's right. the sight of you sinking in the sheets with your hands gripping the sheet while you brace yourself for me to take you. your plump ass raised to serve me.

eyes rolling as i sink to your warm pussy. engulfing me in such warmth that got me hooked, wishing forever to be inside you and now we are as one. connected to fulfill our desires and to feed my addiction.

i hope you learned your lesson with this one or else i'll be doing it until it get through your thick skin. i won't get tired of it nor will i ever stop.

this is what addiction to you feels like. a neverending rush of euphoria.

[shaisuki]

THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE

— 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.

“𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢? 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎? 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎? 𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗? 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎, 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢. 𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.”

ᝰ.ᐟ they just love you so much that they'll do everything to make you theirs, to the point of madness. you think they care about what you want? yes, no? maybe? they care as long you are with them

• — will contain of the following: yandere themes, nonconsensual, dubcon, dark themes. read at your own risk. minors do not interact.

🍃 heavenly delight ft. GOJO SATORU

🍃 addiction ft. SANZU HARUCHIYO

🍃 cigarette smoke ft. AKI HAYAKAWA

🍃 what I want ft. MIKAGE REO

🍃 an eye for an eye ft. USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

🍃 up in the flames ft. TOUYA TODOROKI

🍃 salt of the earth ft. TSUKISHIMA KEI

🍃 fresh eyes. ft. HOSHINA SOSHIRO

— to be added

want a character to be added? comment or ask me in my inbox.

[shaisuki]

— A LESSON TO LEARN

ENTRY #005 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. KISHIBE + EXHIBITIONISM

— exhibitionism is the term most commonly used for the action of being nude and/or engaged in a sexual act for others to witness visually.

• pairing: kishibe x chubby reader

• content warnings: public sex (alleyway), reader is in her twenties, kishibe in his fifties, spanking, calling of whore, kishibe calls reader, kiddo.

you have a lot to learn considering you're new in the public safety division and whose much better to learn from is the man who had years of experience, the strongest devil hunter — kishibe.

kishibe really lives out to his name being called the strongest in the division and to your expectations of him when you first entered the doorways of the public safety commission — you knew you were there for the thrill and the with the astronomical salary paid for people with your line of work.

and of course, to meet kishibe.

despite the adrenaline you were chasing for — death and fun are in the same page of your vocabulary — you need to at least toughen up in this line of work the high you were looking for and you were given the opportunity to be trained by no other than kishibe. thanks to ms. makima for her connections.

it didn't matter how old he was to you. the older someone is, the more experienced they have and he was perfect to you.

“the circumstances isn't what i expected coming from someone like you.” he says gruffly. taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out. his eyes narrowing and yet he remained emotionless.“hunting devils isn't for people like you who seeks it for fun. this ain't a playground for you to play, kiddo.” pulling the silver flask from his coat and taking a swig from it.

you were annoyed by it. you knew you were young and being young and knowing the future that waited for you. it seems right to enjoy it.

seeing you were affected by what he was saying with your brows scrunch, the little mean pout and the glare you were sending to him. kishibe knew you were stubborn. youngsters this days.

“perhaps you could find something that will satisfy you.”

it was a low for someone like him to be fucking someone in a dark alleyway. his coat abandoned in his feet, pants pooling in his waist and the few buttons of his shirt are undone while his large cock is buried deep inside your sopping cunt.

you were the someone he is currently fucking in a dark alleyway with bystanders passing by with, unaware of you two both but with your filthy moans echoing — it wouldn't be too long for someone to notice you both.

“if i've known this also the fun you wanted — i should have fucked you sooner.” he groans behind your ears. his breath ragged while he drills his cock to your fat pussy. the back of your knee hooked in his arm while you moaned out his name.

kishibe didn't expected that at his age and his experiences in women — he would be still disciplining a brat like you. a few decades younger than him.

“told you — 'm not a kid, kishibe — mmph” you moaned out as you taunt him. if he would treat you like a kid then better be a brat for him. you giggled looking above him with his eyes neutral and his face monotonous but it looks like he was cracking from his facade.

his eyebrows raising while he examines you. your skirt bunched up to your waist. your blouse discarded along with his coat. showing the the side of your head pressed to the cold wall while you look to him like you were challenging him and you were getting too cocky for his taste.

“you're not a kid? hm?” he hums, questioning you with a confirmation. his hips snapping to yours and you let out a squeal from the sudden pace of his pounding to you. “then you wouldn't mind being shown like a whore to this people.” he says. spreading you wider and with your chunky leg hook in his arm, he positioned it to the direction where unsuspecting people passing by in the alleyway. if there's a unknown soul who turn his head to the direction. they can your fat cunt on display with his cock sliding in and out of your hole.

the thought of being seen by someone while getting your hole used sends shocks of shiver running down to your spine and to your pussy. the thought of it got you clenching around him and kishibe groans.

“you like that? you like someone watching you while you're getting impaled by an old cock, huh?” you gushed more from his filthy words. your slick dripping out as it runs down to his length.

“yes! i love it very much! please!” you cried out. your nerves tingling from how he was hard from he was fucking you. the sound of skin slapping and your cunt squelching from his length turns you on more and you didn't want it to end. finding the thrill of being fucked in a public place by your senior.

“more — please! fuck me harder!” moving your own hips to match his speed. your hand reaching out for his head and pulling it close for you to kiss him. turning your head to the side to meet his face and then his lips capturing your own. turning it on a more heated kiss. both of your tongues clashing in the insides of your mouth. “mmmm” his fingers coming to rub your swollen clit while his other hand gripping the rolls of your stomach. finding the leverage to continue his barrage of thrusts to your warm hole.

holding his head, you can feel the stitches in his cheek. rubbing into your face and that adds to the appeal of him. the sensation being too much for you and it wouldn't be too long before you can cum. your fingers pinching and pulling your nipple.

you didn't care about the noises coming from you. you weren't afraid of being someone with your body full on display as long you were under his touch.

your plush body quivers when the tip of his cock — hits the soft spot inside you making your juices drip down. “hit me there! hit me there again!” and kishibe complies to your wishes. angling his hips to a different position to hit that special spot inside you. raising your leg a little higher.

his cock throbs more than ever the more he buries himself deep inside you. the moment he took you under his wing — he knew he fucked up. you unknowingly bewitched him and it was his fault. you were deranged from the moment you joined his division. too fucked up and too crazy to ever fear death and he realizes him fucking you in this place will never satisfy your greed.

with a harsh bounce as you lower yourself to him. his balls slapping to your pussy. your warm walls came convulsing around him. making sure you were going to milk him dry and that triggers his own high. groaning and muttering a curse as he bit the crook of your neck while you milked him for all his worth.

his hot, white, sticky cum warming and painting your insides. generous amount of his cum seeping deep inside your walls that it creates a creamy, white ring at the side of his cock while still being inside you.

“you filthy whore.” he rasped out and it made you giggle. “yes. i'm your filthy whore.” looking at him with a daze look and he couldn't deny you still look innocent despite just being fucked by him.

turning around to face him and you hisses from the sensitivity. his cock still buried inside you. “i will be always your whore — kishibe.” kissing the tip of his nose.

“sure you are.” he muttered. pulling his length out from you. his cum running down to your creamy thighs. after fixing himself up. he grabbed his coat along with your blouse. assisting you dressing up and turning around with his back facing you. after making sure you were decent you followed him.

a huge smile etched from your face and kishibe takes a swig of the liquid in his flask. hearing you follow him and kishibe damn sure, he will never take someone as crazy like you under his wing again.

it was a lesson to learn for a man like him.

[shaisuki]

— THE DARKNESS WITHIN

ENTRY #007 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. TODOROKI SHOUTO + BLOOD KINK

— being attracted to blood and or enjoying the sight of it.

• pairing: todoroki shouto x chubby reader

• content warnings: vampire! shouto, cunnilingus, blood, biting.

for centuries had passed, the younger todoroki embraces what darkness lurks inside him.

there is only much of a what man like him could do in the dark.

for centuries had passed, watched as civilization changed. from stones to bricks to glasses. from bows and arrows to swords and guns. humans who died in each other's hands. he lived long enough but does he? when all he got is a heart that stopped beating long ago, stuck in the endless cycle of witnessing blood shed in the difference course of time.

he got no reason to live. stay long in this world as he walked through the empty hallways of his house. what is dead may never live but the curse his father had put upon them — bounded them for eternity without seeing the sun rise nor live in the daylight.

beads of blood sprouted to your skin where his fangs grazed upon. his finger tips feathery-light skimming through the expanse of your shoulder blades and where your pulse rests in your neck. your heart thumps with anxiousness and with the beats of your heart music to his ears. pumping blood throughout your veins and his stomach churns in desire. a certain hunger for your blood.

he holds your arm where the strap of your dress had fallen. tilting your head and he lodges his face in the space of your shoulder. his nose brushing — smelling the tantalizing scent of the crimson liquid trapped under your skin.

pain erupts throughout your system as his sharp canines pierces the thin barrier of your skin where your flesh rests. you let out a shaky breath. pursing your lips in a thin line — closing your eyes for the pain to subside.

when his canines pulls to your skin, droplets of the crimson liquid flows in your skin. coming from the hole where his fangs breached your skin. he catches the sweet blood with his tongue. licking a stripe in your skin where the blood stops to flow until it reaches the two tiny holes where his fangs had sinked before his mouth engulfs in the skin.

there's only a hum of satisfaction buzzing through his lips and to your skin while he sucks the blood in your veins. it flows down his tongue and to his throat. dripping like honey with the taste of sugar — it's been a hundred years since he tasted something pleasant — exquisite rather. it was different from the flesh and the blood he had consumed from the past decades. horrendous with the pungent smell of foul mixing in the blood and flesh — the vileness in their being seeps in their flesh while you — tasting like a freshly picked fruit. ripe and sweet. ready for the taking. the plummy taste lingering in his tongue.

the more sips he takes from you, the more your world starts to spin with spots of white dancing in your vision. your muscles turning into goo. you couldn't even complain nor fight while he drinks from you. you're no match for him for someone who lives in the dark for a long, long time. who stole you at the dead of a night.

when your body slumps to him. you didn't even mind the weight you have. his mouth reluctantly pulled away in your skin — wiping the corners of his mouth from the blood pooling in them. licking his fingers clean — not wanting to waste a precious drop of your blood.

he's satisfied for the night — not wanting your body to give up when the night is still young. he still need you to satisfy the desire — a hunger for something.

the moonlight passing through the large windows of his manor. candlelight softly glowing in the darkness of the room. his pale-white skin glistens like the first fall of snow in the ground. the greys and the turquoise of his eyes looking back at your own. it's unlike for someone like him to have this mismatched eyes for a creature of the night.

it holds no emotion. devoid of warmth and life in them. his knuckles grazed in your cheek. your body pressed in the wall while his fingers worked on the way to the strapped of your dress. showing the generous flesh of your body. he needs to see more. cold fingertips dancing at the top of your flesh. bite marks littering on them. they are yet to heal, some of them freshly bitten. his gaze falling into them. he marked you. a claim for you to stay with him — for eternity.

your dress falls down to your feet. there's a cloud of predatory gaze on those orbs of him. he drinks in the sight of your supple body in front of him. bare with the flaws a human can have. the scars, the marks, the lightning strikes in your stomach and into your arms. the thickness of your skin. a delightful texture to sink his teeth in.

he falls to his knees also — beneath you was him. leveled with your thighs and his palms splayed in your wideness of your thighs. his cold breath tickling your skin sending tremors to your very soul. you leaned your back in to the wall. supporting yourself while his hands pry your thighs apart to place his face between them.

placing one of your thighs to his shoulder and his lips brushes through the skin of your thighs. pressing a kiss to them and it made your thighs quiver. you almost fall but his arms is quick to support you. his fangs nudges to your skin before taking a bite. puncturing your skin and with that. blood rolling to your skin and just like what he did to your for many times — he takes a lick, then suck until his tongue swirls.

“shou—” you head falls back. looking at the ceiling above. pain and pleasure is mixing with the other emotions you are feeling. blinking back the tears pooling in your eyes.

he nibbles in your skin, traveling upwards until his mouth is faced to your weeping pussy. your puffy folds covered in slick and without warning he take a deep between them.

he breathes in and out before taking a long lick to your perineum and to your clit. his lips wrapping into your swollen pearl and giving it a harsh suck. his hands holding the plushness of your waist while he takes long licks to your cunt.

his face smothered while he feasts to your fat pussy. his nose nudging your clit while his tongue wriggles in your hole. your fingers grasping to his red and white locks — pulling them that your didn't care that you're pulling a few strands of his hair. your hips rolling matching the rhythm of his tongue sliding in and out of your hole.

his cheek smothered with your blood while it trickles from your thighs where it had bitten. the smell of your sweet cunt and your blood adding to the haziness of his mind. desperate for more. addicted for the saccharine taste that only you could provide for him. more, more, more.

groaning at your taste, the sensation of your warm walls against his cold touch. it heightens his senses as he worships you like a deity that will provide him food for a long time.

he didn't regret taking you. away from the sunlight where you bask in. you belong here — with him in the darkness. he's a prince — who'd be so lonely that he doesn't know that if there is salvation for someone like him and then you came. his princess waiting to be saved by him. away from the prying eyes and the destruction that humans bestow to others.

the swish and flick of tongue getting rougher and so is the knot waiting to be unfolded in the pit of your stomach. your breathing getting ragged and you looked below him. his eyes finding yours and he's beautiful.

your slick mixing with your blood is a forbidden concoction one should never have — except for him. it's meant for him and only him. waited for you so long that he won't let a human nor creatures like him touch you. you are only for him to feast and to worship. let there be blood if that's the only way he can keep you away from them.

he can hear your heart beating a mile and he knows you were close. he focuses his tongue in licking and swirling your cunt. his fangs grazing to your clit and with a last harsh suck. your juices came bursting and he drinks it with such want that he didn't give you a moment to adjust to your orgasm. greedily lapping at it like it's the only source of water in a dessert.

your body trembling, hips involuntarily arching as you've reached your high. he takes it all. he lazily laps through it and pressing a kiss to your mound before taking a lick to your thighs.

your back slides down and then you fall to the the floor. he may have tire you out for tonight but he ain't stopping. he picks you up as he carries you to your shared bedroom. the night is young and he is still beginning.

[connorsui]

These yandere jjk menz are gonna be the reason why I'm driving down the hellscape cuz ain't no way I'm already out here in the middle of the night in a city thinking of getting kidnapped by sum hot ass men with relationship issues 🤡🤡 …but u know what my author ..my writer … .

Ur writing got me out here breathing air so that itself is an accomplishment 💅🏻✨️

BUT HOL UP LET ME ROLL IT BACK A LITTLE CUZ I BE THINKING IF THESE SCENARIOS AS ✨️ GET AWAY OPPORTUNITIES ✨️ – like gojo? ..cuddling us in bed?? After what he had to do?? ..with his limitless we ain't even stepping one pinky out of that pent house he got us 💀 ..and he will look at us dead in the eye and say:

Gojo: why u wanna run? …u have a pent house? ..there's food? *opens cabinets* ..you have the full view of the city *opens curtains* …there is literally everything here? *knocks on bullet proof glass*

Even worse with suguru and toji …we ain't going nowhere ..not even the hospital to deliver their child 🤡…if anything toji would most likely kidnap a doctor to do everything 🧍🏻‍♀️ but nanami thoo ….nanami . . .why do I feel like we will develop Stockholm syndrome with nanami first?? ..

Like you telling me I get to stay with this gentlemen for the rest of my life? ..I don't have to do anything besides existing and being his little doll?? ..like I can just walk up to him and cure him with my little head pats and he will accept it????. . …I don't know about yalllllll .. .

But I'm willing to lay in nanamis basement…decorate it all cutesy and coquette ✨️ until he comes home from work 🩷

⏬️⏬️*decorating the door lock instead of escaping like*

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── GETTING COMFY, ARE WE?

｡‧˚ʚ characters ɞ˚‧｡ gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

｡‧˚ʚ content warnings ɞ˚‧｡─── yandere themes, dark themes, implied forced marriage, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, implied noncon, reader is pregnant in toji's part.

ᝰ.ᐟ you could be so affectionate with them if you want, it would be adorable if you would just forget what they did to you.

GOJO SATORU

coming home was gojo's favorite. no matter the time of the day or night as long he comes home to his wife after missions. caked with blood from his enemies or just the same pristine him, straight to you and in rare occasions. it's the only time you first initiate any kinds of intimacy for him.

it made him believe that you truly didn't hate him and you were just being stubborn. in the state of denial that you don't want anything to do with him and holding yourself from pursuing him.

he finds you asleep. curled up in the bed and hugging a pillow. sleeping like a baby and gojo almost forgot how you look when you're asleep since the barrage of missions being thrown to him but never forgets the face of you in his waking and sleeping hours. well, he never forgets anything about you. from the strands of your hair to your birthmarks and the smallest of moles.

your husband settled besides you. laying in your shared bed and he exhales a breath and when his back hits the soft duvet. all his worries had melted away along with the pent up stress he accumulated throughout the day.

“i'm home.” he mutters. thumb caressing your cherubic cheeks before leaning to kiss that and moving towards to your soft lips. one he enjoyed kissing if it wasn't the tantrums you would throw at him if you were awake. dismissing any physical affection coming from him like his whole existence offends you but despite that — you will always be his one and only.

shifting in your sleep, gojo admired you like you were the finest piece of art mankind had created and he's the only one allowed to worship you.

your hand grabs his shirt and gojo anticipated that you would push him like you do in the daily basis but melts when you only stayed still after finding it was him unconsciously. he can see your lashes move. fluttering. a signal that you're waking up and he was meet by the prettiest pair of eyes belonging to you.

“satoru...” you call his name albeit sleepily and through your blurry vision. you see him. your husband and in your sleep inhibited state, you think of him as your dearest husband. forgetting all the hell you had gone through in his hands and gojo likes it when you're this.

“i'm here, baby.” he softly whispers to you and when he said that, you moved closer to him. snuggling at his side and gojo can clearly see the tiniest of smile bloom in your face. after a few shifts to make yourself comfortable you were asleep again.

“you love me don't you?” he says in the silence of the room even it was impossible for you to hear him. to gojo it was enough. no need for answers nor question your love to him.

he held you tightly in his arms that night — like any other nights where you are protected in his arms and no one can harm you. your presence enough to keep him grounded and assure him that you will be always forever by his side.

even you will hate him when morning comes.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami was beyond tired.

fatigue building up and the soreness of his body adding and the injuries he sustained from a rough mission. he didn't went straight to shoko for immediate treatment. opting to self-medicate and so he can't leave you alone for long.

his wounds hurt so bad that he can't even bring himself to walk himself in the bathroom to get the medicine kit and instead sat in one of the couches. his head resting at the top part. he stays still. drawing soft breathes to ease the pain and wondering where you are.

then he hears the soft footsteps coming towards him and nanami opens his eyes to met with your plush form standing in front of him. he can see the medicine kit you were holding and you were a little hesitant in walking towards him.

your mind screaming for you to run and leave him when he's this weak but you ignored the voices in your head. you can't outrun him let alone escape nanami. weakened or not, he's coming for you.

abandoning your escape plans, you treated his wounds.

he was stripped of his clothes. his body littered with scratches. some are deep and shallow and oozes with blood and you began to disinfecting his wound to avoid infection before wrapping them in a thin, white gauze bandage.

his brown eyes moves. following your every move. watch as your chubby hands dip the cloth in a basin full of water before wringing the cloth to remove the excess water before patting it to his skin covered with dirt. you repeated the same procedure many times. making sure he was fully clean. wiping his abdomen and carefully avoiding the dressed wounds and you reach to clean his chest and to his neck and nanami catches your hand with his.

bringing your hand holding the cloth to press a kiss in the back of your palm. “i can finish it up now darling. thank you.” he says but he was surprised when you didn't let him do it. you finish cleaning him up and treating his wounds before you grabbed the medicine kit and his soiled shirt to put in the laundry and nanami thought you will leave him after that.

instead you came back with a fresh set of clothes and this leaves him feeling a lot better than before that he almost forgot to remove the cuffs in your ankles.

“do you need anything?” you asked him. avoiding his gaze and nanami chuckles at your concern for him. “i'm already good, darling but can you stay here with me?” he requested and you nodded. he didn't let you sit beside him. placing you in his lap and despite your protests regarding with his wounds reopening he didn't bother.

his arms wrapping around your soft middle and burying his face in the crook of your neck. inhaling your scent that he missed the whole day he was gone. he missed you so bad that he thinks he can't survive another day without you by his side. to feel you. to smell you and to love you.

all the things he's capable of doing so just for you even it isn't aligned with his morals.

he was relishing in the feeling of your soft body against his and it was disrupted when he hears you sniffle. your hand curled into a fist holding his shirt. “darling....” he coos. comforting you while his large palms rubs your back. squishing the soft bits of your body. “i need you.... so bad.” he hears you say and was followed by a sob. your tears staining his shirt but he couldn't give a shit about a stained shirt when he's worried about you. he melts at your words. grateful and overjoyed that you're starting to warm up to him and need him. it's all he could ever ask. for you to depend on him that you won't be needing others except for him.

“i need you too, darling.” he grabs your soft jaw to look at him. nanami's gaze softens at the sight of your tear stained face. his thumb wiping the stray tears rolling in your cheeks. “stay.” you requested to him and nanami granted it. such a powerful word to disarm a man like him. he presses his lips to yours. a gesture of his undying devotion for you.

“as long as you want, darling.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji comes home splattered with blood. it's either his or the blood from the people he had killed for money. he didn't mind the stain of their blood in his clothes and skin or the silly thoughts that they have someone important in their life. would it matter or change the course of life. everybody dies and they're just unfortunate to be ended by him with money on the line.

the cold cash stacked in his bank account is enough to forget and bask in his own selfish needs. he guesses that it includes you since you're his wife and soon-to-be baby mama. he needs to make an effort in earning hefty sums of money.

there's a fresh change of clothes awaiting for him in the foot of his bed and the food is being cooked in the stove when he passed by earlier and the bath is already warm to his preferences. all now he need is you but before that he needs to take care of himself before his cute, chubby housewife. so adorable except for the occasional stubborn attitude. that can be fixed with some manhandling.

there's no way of working a miracle for you to open up to him despite the numerous threats and the good ol' disciplining your wife shit. toji could go all day when you act up but one he's certain of. he doesn't need the affection you could give to him even if you want to.

he wasn't built or conditioned for that but it wouldn't hurt if you give that to him but still it still didn't happen. from the abduction to knocking you up.

after soaking in the tub full of warm water, he changes into his fresh change of clothes you prepare for him. sitting at the foot of his bed while patting his hair dry and that's when it happened.

he feels you before he can sense you. your flabby arms resting in his shoulder and your chest and the bump of your stomach is pressed in his muscular back.

this is a first. toji thought. his eyes widens. remaining still like he was frozen and then when your warmth leave him. coldness following through he can't help but to break into a smirk. mistaking your gesture as you're slowly falling in love with him even when you're just worried about him. you didn't think about his demise at his job but still a part of you hopes it. for the man who stole everything from you and the other part that he's given someone to put your hopes up. your child with him even he's the product of abuse.

“nuh uh, wifey.” there's a hint of mockery when toji called you that. the sound of it sparking your greatest fear coming from him. “you could just have told me, you've missed me.” he teases. a rare grin in his face, looking genuinely happy at your sudden affection for him.

he made you lay in the bed and when he's above you all you could feel is fear but he's rather gentle with you for now. you raised your hand. swiping the scar in his lips and a scowl is visible now in his face. annoyed how you could give the hideous scar in the corner of his lips attention when he's all on yours. way to ruin the mood but before he could react. you move your hand to hold his cheek and there's a squeeze in his chest when you did that. caressing the skin above his cheekbone and that's when he loses it when he stare directly at his eyes and time seems to stop when all he could see is your face and his reflection on those eyes of yours.

“don't be mad, please.” you whispered to him and you brace for what he's about to unleash to you. the familiar tears gathering at the corners of your eyes and how could toji be mad at that.

“'m not mad, princess. you've been good to me lately. how could i be?” he smiles before moving to your side. placing his arms above your baby bump and moves your head to place in his chest.

“think of this as your reward.” he says but he would never admit that what have you done is enough for him to go soft for you but he still didn't trust you. it may be a diversion and using your own cutesy shit for him to let his guard down but toji would never do that.

of all the things he had done, he didn't regret in stealing you from the world. where you and his unborn child by his side is enough for him. a family he could call his own, created by his whims.

GETO SUGURU

throughout the whole duration of your relationship with his — geto is a bit bothered of how things turned out. sure you're obedient (a little bit stubborn at times but he knows how to make you learn your place) and had done everything to please him in which you excelled at.

he was fine with but despite all of that he wants you to give your own little silly affection to him. he always initiates it and when he opens his arms or in the curl of his fingers there you come running to him like a trained animal. it seems a little off.

perhaps you're still cautious of him and hasn't fully accepted him like he was waiting for you to be tamed and when that comes — you will be his little perfect thing.

there's boundaries but such affections coming from you. he wants it but still he was above you and nothing's going to change. he can mend his ways but he's still in control.

“can i hug you?” a sad voice almost shy pipes up behind him. geto hums, looking behind and adjusting his position to face his sweet possession. half naked and looking so radiant like a renaissance painting in his bed. draped in his blanket. covering your intimated parts but he can still make out the indentions of your body. your nipples poking and linen of the blanket are stuck in your stomach rolls. you're tempting him again without trying this early in the morning.

“make yourself comfortable then.” and he almost chuckle at your sudden shift in behavior. clumsily crawling towards him in excitement and gently settling in his lap. placing your head in chest where you can hear the steady beat of his heart. you couldn't be more happier to be in this place. geto is yours.

you dared to kiss him although your mind tells you there's a chance he'll reject but you love him. so, so much. you didn't wished for anything and it will be always be his approval you craved for. your lips brushed to his chest and to his soft jaw. your chunky digits in his hair and when he remains unmoved and there's no sharp scolding coming from him you continued.

he's so perfect. there's is no knots to untangle from his soft, black hair. of course there would be no knots. you always brushed it carefully. in utmost perfection to please him. when you're finally contented for the crumb of attention he had given to you, you slowly moved. removing yourself from his lap. he must be so sore from handling your weight.

“thank you, geto-sama.” you curtsied to him. just you're about to move from him. his strong, muscular arms holds your waist. forcing you to sit in his lap. longer than you intended.

“stay here for a little longer.” he commands and your stiff body immediately relaxing. crumbling and almost purred like a kitten.

geto couldn't any more be prouder for getting such obedient and devoted pet like you. easy to manipulate. easy for him to mold. the moment you requested such affection from him that is what he needed that you truly belonged to him. so eager to please him.

he can see it how he transformed you from a stubborn brat to a obedient pet and geto is satisfied with that.

“getting comfy, are we?”

“yes, geto-sama. thank you.” you innocently batted your lashes at him and those round eyes of yours looking at him with such adoration.

“good.” now, he truly changed you. there would be no difficulties in what he's about to do to you. no questions to be asked and the pointless squabbles.

you will only moan like a bitch and take him like a whore. he's cute, chubby, little pet.

[shaisuki]

— A NEW LINE

ENTRY #010 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. TAIJU SHIBA + BREEDING KINK

— refers to being aroused by “the idea of getting — or getting someone else — pregnant

• pairing: taiju shiba x chubby reader

• content warnings: breeding, breeding kink, cervix fucking, creampies, brief description of taiju's past.

taiju is a family man that's what he thinks of himself and now he got a pretty wife to stuff with his seeds full.

there's an immediate need when he first entered his home. removing his pinstripe coat and discarding it to the floor. his eyes searching for someone. he makes his way to his living room and turning around to the kitchen and huge grin appearing in his face as soon he sees you.

there's something in his mind that had been bugging him for long and a certain sickness in the pit of his stomach along with the need to feel you close.

taiju wants children now. little brats that clings to him and to you. your round belly getting rounder and your breasts heavy with milk.

it began a month ago. one of his subordinates wife had recently given birth and went to visit his husband and you being present there and being his wife. you have gotten the privilege to carry her baby and taiju sees you in a different light and a brief moment of getting a flash of the near future he will have with you played.

“ain't he adorable, tai.” you said, breaking him out of his trance and he stares at you cooing the baby in your arms. a smile in your face. booping the baby in their nose. the baby gurgles and coos. a smile in it's chubby face while looking at you and taiju had never been more grateful for someone like you in his life.

“h-hey! taiju!” you gasped as you were hoisted above like you weigh nothing. his strong, large palms gripping your plush waist. you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. his eyes leveling to your collarbones, scattering it with his kisses as he carries you to your shared bedroom.

“you're going to be good to me, mama.” he calls before ripping your nightgown the moment he places you in the bed. licking his lips with a huge smile in his face. his hungry gaze scanning your plush body.

he fastly unbuttons his vest, shirt following and unbuckling his belt. showing his rock hard muscles and the unmistakable tent in his boxers. his cock straining to the confines of his underwear before lowering it. his cock springing free — red and angry with beads of pre-cum. veins bulging along his shaft.

he leans down to press a kiss to you. hungrily claiming it and you'd already lost the battle. his tongue licking your lips for him to gain entrance to your warm mouth — permitting him. he explores it with your drool and moans mixing through his kisses.

the mushroom head tip of his cock — teasingly rubs to your folds. the action making you arch your back. lowering your body to get more of that delicious friction. you were already dripping from it and taiju decided to push himself inside you. he's already impatient but restrained so. not wanting to hurt you and make this difficult. he just can't wait to breed you.

“fuck, mama. you're gripping me so tightly...” he groans holding your cheeks with his palms while he slowly bottoms out to you. the stretch of his cock deliciously drawing it's length inside you. molding and shaping it to his size and you grip the sheets. already losing to the feel of his cock inside you.

“t-tai...” your eyes turning glossy while he bullies his thick cock inside you. reaching out for his face for you to hold and admire. your fingers grasping the white and blues strands of his hair and taiju almost loses it. watching your face morphs into something of a cock drunk whore. when he finally bottoms out to you. his heavy balls tapping your ass and the tip of his cock nudging your cervix.

a crazed grin in his lips and a vein popping in his forehead, you knew it. bracing yourself from what to come as he shows that side of his.

“going to breed this pussy...” he says before pulling out his cock and pushing it back in roughly. ripping out a moan from you and he begins to move violently.

you would be a good mama for him. he knows it. from the interaction you had with kids and your soft spot with them. kids naturally flock to you. it happens more than he can count. in his restaurant where a family would wine and dine with their little ones and they would instantly smile and wave their little hands to you which you gladly returns.

naturally, he would be afraid of being a father since he and his siblings had not grown up with a father. the absence of a father figure molds him to act as one for his siblings in which he isn't proud of but you being a mother to his kids. it's a different story. you would raise them with care and love more than one could offer.

the cries and your moans adding the intensity of his roughhousing to your poor pussy. how can he slow down when he's snuggly fitted inside you.

“t—taiju, slow d-down...” you cried out. your knuckles turning into another shade of color while he slams his hips roughly to you. “not going to happen.” he chuckles. “this pussy is mine and i'm going to breed you with my kids.” pushing your legs higher. the position hitting your soft spots inside you, making you gush around him more.

he ravages you like a beast. mouth running off, telling how he's going to stuff you full of him cum and making you pregnant.

“you like that, mama?” he taunts. your cunt clenches and you nod. “i'm going to stuff you full of my cum until you get pregnant.” his hands gripping your the back of your thighs. the rough slam of his cock and his balls slapping resonating in the whole room.

“yes! breed me — tai! make me your baby mama!” you screamed as you came around his lenght. a creamy white ring decorating around his cock and that eggs him more to breed your pussy full.

“you're a good mama for me, baby.” he squabbles. putting his palms in your side. leaning down to kiss your tears away while he pounds you.

his cock repeatedly hitting your cervix. his cock head almost breaching your cervix for him to fill with cum.

another orgasm surfaces in you and that triggers his. cock pulsing and throbbing as he spills his load deep inside you. loads and loads of his hot, thick white cum of his potent seed filling and painting your insides white. ensuring it will take and he will fuck you — again and again until it takes.

your face beads with sweat with dried tears in your cheeks and taiju kisses it away. “doing so well, for me — mama.” he praises. he's still buried deep inside you. his cock warning with no intention of pulling out. it will take all night for him to be satisfied until he can see your round stomach getting rounder.

hope, you'll get that positive test result after this cause taiju wouldn't stop until he became a father to your little ones.

[shaisuki]

— CLOSER TO GOD

ENTRY #009 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. GETO SUGURU + POWER PLAY

— where one person takes on the role of dominant, and the other submissive.

• pairing: geto suguru x chubby reader

• content warnings: begging, doggystyle, talks about being a god, hints of breeding kink, orgasm denial.

closer you are to him than anybody else in his family — a luxury than anyone could afford. you are still be reminded of your position — beneath him.

maybe you've forgotten your place and it's his responsibility to put you back.

you're part of his little family. the others who joined him supporting him of his ambition and the one who he had saved from damnation. you came from the latter. with nothing in your name but with your technique you were perfect for him. that's why you walked by his side through the line of people bow their heads for him.

in slow footsteps where you're also bowing to him. out of respect. devotion. you were close enough to be equal to him and yet, you worship him. his family shouldn't worship him and see him as someone who can they trust and that's enough but seeing you being meek and hanging on his words. he could be so weak.

that's why he's a slave to your touches. that your eyes would be only for him. stare right at you where your eyes would glimmer with hope and desire for him. your laughter it would be only for him to hear. your body is made for his hands. for him to touch. for him to mold in his own. and with this — gods should never fall lower to mere mortals. gods are made to listen to mortals and grant them with their pleas as they see fit not the other way around.

“g—geto-sama.” you call out to him. your voice a little unsure like you were still finding it — similar to a puppy who is yet to learn to howl.

you stand in front of him. looking at him with curiousness. the effect you have on him. if he was a man who is weak-willed, he had crumbled long ago. he still had to establish the hierarchy in this position. he is the one to guide, to create the right world for someone like you.

his gaze is indifferent. maybe there's an adoration on it but he didn't let it show to you. after all you're beneath him and it would always be.

he hums. responding to your call of his name. his sight raking all over you and you were beautiful like you were made for him. he can make out what your body like is under that kimono you were wearing.

intricate patterns are embroidered, with colors of the sun and greeneries woven in the fabric. silk. fitting for someone like you, with him.

there's imperfections under that clothing but it has nothing to do when being ravished by him. it's all for him to see and no one else.

“strip.” he orders with no hesitation. his voice gravelly low, sending sparks to your stomach and you complied. knowing that you can't defy his wishes.

your fingers trembles as you fumble over the laces of your kimono. letting out a shaky breath. your hands tugging at the knot of your obi and then it falls in the ground like a feather. grasping the collars and slipping out of them. it brushes on your bare shoulders and it ends up in your shoulders with your collarbone exposed and you stopped for a moment.

there's hesitation in there when you've stopped in the middle. are you still shy around him. had he ravaged you not enough to feel uncomfortable in your skin and the disobedience. he made his orders clear and with the defiance, consequences are to follow.

he leans down into you. his cheek touching yours and you can feel his warm breath grazing the skin of your bare shoulder. his hand wandering to your back until it tugs to your kimono leaving it to pool at your ankles.

“it's easy.” he tells you and there's a unfamiliar glint in his eyes. “i've spoilt you for too long.” the back of his hand brushing your cheeks and his lips dangerously close and you thought he's going to kiss you and the disappointment in your face. it was one of satisfaction for him.

he could be so mean. dark and brooding. he knows what he want and what he want right now is you begging. watch as you tried to reach out to him. your eyes turning glossy with the cries coming from your plump lips.

“please, geto-sama.” there's a tremble in your voice. he can hear you sniffle with your mouth muffled by the pillows below you. laying in your stomach while your ass is raised for him to do whatever he please.

his gojoseya is already discarded with his muscles for him to display and it's such a shame you can't ogle your eyes on them. you've indulge in them for so long and with the previous marks and scratches are already healing and the fault lies in him. he had let you do whatever you pleased to him and it's his responsibility to put you back. know that he's still in control with you.

calloused hands travels to your back and to your ass cheeks. admiring the rolls adorning your back and to your cellulite in your cheeks before a giving it a sharp slap making the part jiggle and he admires it like a piece of art. “geto-sama, please.” you begged once again and he scowls. “what did i tell you?” he says, giving your ass a another slap. gripping the sheets tighter as you gritted your teeth to endure the stinging pain. “that i should keep quiet. 'm sorry.” you almost sob.

“you're never sorry...” he says. his sight darting to your pussy that is soaking wet that your slick is gathering around your hole. “and what's this? you're dripping wet from just being spanked. filthy girl.” he added. his tone so condescending but there's amusement in them. “perhaps, i'll just leave you like this.” he taunts and you cried.

“no, no, no—please geto-sama. i'll be a good girl. please let me cum. let me make you feel good.” looking behind you with tears threatening to spill. scared of being denied release. “very well.”

he climbs behind you. a silent curse leaving his mouth as he finally sheathed his cock inside your warm walls. holding your hips making sure he's deep inside you before moving his hands to your bare shoulder and to the back of your hands intertwining with his and he begins to move his hips.

your body bounces — every part of your body moves from the way he is thrusting deep inside you. he presses his palms to the back of your hand. grasping it making it impossible for you to move while his whole weight is pressed against you. his lips nibbling your ears and you take it. you've always let him used you. offered yourself for him to use it however it pleases. you owed him your life and to lay with such man, with geto suguru is using all the luck in your life to be with him.

“'so good, geto-sama...” you moaned out. almost biting the pillows just to muffle the whines while he pounds behind you. fat of your ass hitting his pelvic regions and he almost hisses from the tightness of your pussy. so tight and right that you don't want to let him go and you will stay be his side forever.

“of course it is. i'm the only one who can make you feel this good.” he whispers. holding your jaw in his hand roughly. squishing the flesh around there. “yes! only you who could make me feel this good, geto-sama.” you slurred out, drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how good he is.

he continued his movements, making sure it's rough and deep. then a thought came into his mind. he could just give you his child. he knows you're more than capable of it. seeing how you take good care of the twins. he can just give you on his own and fuck, it just made his dick twitch.

“—close, geto-sama. 'm close...” you tell him and you didn't need to tell him. just a little more. grasping your jaw and forcing it to the side for you to meet his lips. pulling you into a deep kiss with his tongue exploring your inside. when you were close to your own release, his hips stutters from his rough pounding and there's a cry coming from you. he smirks from the kiss before getting back into it again.

he's so close too and with a final thrusts he spilled himself deep inside you. your orgasm following suit and there's a loud moan coming from you.

soft pants comes in slow breaths while you recover from the bliss bestowed to you. your body shivers and he doesn't move. feeling the softness of your body around him and he's right. always right. you're much suited under him where he can deny and bring you of bliss whatever he wants. playing with his soft, obedient little toy.

“i love you geto-sama.” you muttered in between breaths and tears. he doesn't say it back. it's clear you know it and gods don't voice our their answers only showing it in another way and he had already given it you.

he remains sheathed inside you before moving again. he could just give blessings after blessings. him closer to being a god and you a mortal is the only one who can receive it coming from. you're most loyal devotee after all ,but before that he must thoroughly ensure that you'll be put in your rightful place — beneath him.

[shaisuki]

— OUT OF CONTROL

ENTRY #008 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. GOJO SATORU + OVERSTIMULATION

— refers to a state where an individual experiences an excessive or overwhelming level of sexual arousal, stimulation, or sensation.

• pairing: gojo satoru x chubby reader

• content warnings: dubcon,overstimulation, multiple orgasms

proceed with caution. never approach the man who's looking the combination of dark and crazy.

perhaps you were still unfamiliar with gojo.

he could be quite unpredictable. that's an understatement. he surprises you in many ways and standing in front of him. there is like another version of himself you have yet to unravel.

his blindfold hangs into his neck, the blues in his eyes shimmering more than ever while it stares at you. he seems conflicted like there is a hidden turmoil deep inside him.

“satoru?” you asked unsure, your voice wavering a bit. unsure of how you will approach him. he stayed silent. heavy footsteps echoing in the room as it draws closer to you and it was too late before you could react. he swiftly pounces into you. pushing you into the soft duvet of your bed.

putting his legs in the side of your torso. your wrists pinned above your head with only a hand and the other holds the pudge in your stomach.

“did something happen?” he remains silent. it's unlike for hm to be this quiet. stressed? a bad day at work? you don't know.. he's vocal with his problems being discussed to you. your heart quickens it's beat. unused to the placidity of his behavior he was displaying. one thing you knew about him? he is never quiet.

you take in to the sight of his features above you. his white hair swaying gently, framing his face. his pink full lips — perfect shaped nose and those eyes — the universe encased in those eyes of him. there is no trace of flaw on them. gojo satoru is perfect.

slender fingers danced at the top of your blouse. his attention on them. you felt cornered. trapped — from his lack of response. then his eyes met yours.

“i missed you.” he mutters and then the buttons of your blouse went flying — followed by the sound of clothes being ripped.

“n-no more...” you stammer out. your eyes closing and fluttering open as you feel another tingling sensation erupts in your system. your cunt clenching around his lenght but he didn't stop from the onslaught of his cock pounding to your pussy.

“it's fine baby. you can take more.” he assures, groaning at the sensation of your walls that is wrapped around him. his hands gripping like a vice to your wide hips. hypnotized by the movements of you body swaying in rhythm to his ministrations. he didn't stop. engrossed by your tight pussy clasping around him. he's unstoppable.

a hue of flushed pink dusted in his pale skin, sweat beads to his forehead from the exertion of his hips violently snapping into yours with no regards of your pleas. his breath coming in pants. huffing and panting. rapidly flowing in his mouth. he's frenzied. it's rare for him to get so worked up. you've never seen him like this before. a man possessed. occupied by your warmth and the feeling of your skin against his.

one after another and then another. you lost count of how many time he made you cum. tears springing down in your eyes. your body jitters and spasms. begging for you to stop but with his strength. it's impossible.

“'toru, can't do it anymore.” your voice broken from too much moaning and the whimpers you managed to croak out. your nails digging crescent shaped denting to his skin as you grabbed his arm.

he shakes his head — ears deaf to your please as you whine and beg for him to stop. emptying another load deep inside you. it continued for awhile. you were in the brink of passing out from a another bliss bubbling in your stomach. letting out a silent scream as your orgasm washes over you.

your breathing labored — you tried to call for his name again. “s—satoru...” your voice barely audible.m

when your hold to him loosen and the same time he shoots his hot, sticky cum inside you — breaks him in his stupor. chest heaving, slow pants can be heard as he peppers kisses to your cheeks.

“are you okay, pretty?.” he murmurs, his lips grazing to your skin. he's not yet to pull out. “yeah. what's gotten into you, 'toru?” you asked.

“nothing.” he replies, pressing a kiss to your lips and then another and another. turning into a full blown deepening of the kiss. you can taste yourself in his mouth from earlier session of him making you cum from his mouth and to his fingers.

soft pecks of lips are bestowed to each other. your fingers running through his soft, white hair.

“you're still inside me, 'toru?” you murmured in his lips, his breath fanning into yours and then the corners of his mouth curls upward and your breath hitched.

“one more.”

[shaisuki]

— BEAST BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

ENTRY #003 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. BAROU SHOUEI + MONSTERFUCKING

— monsterfucking is a subgenre of xeno, which refers to characters or pairings involving decidedly non-humans, including aliens and science fiction as well as supernatural creatures.

• pairing: barou shoei x chubby reader

• content warnings: werewolf! barou, breeding, mating press, creampie, cunnilingus, dubcon, knots, talks about having pups.

• a/n: this was supposed for day three and whelp. got swept up with works and here we are. reblogs and comments are much appreciated. thank you!

in a small town strange things happen during the full moon and you were the one to experience what happens under the moonlight.

the rays of moonlight illuminated the whole place. the wind colder, pricking at your skin with the gust causing goosebumps to erupt all over to your skin and a shiver following suit.

nights like this with the full moon out. villagers tend to be wary at times like this. the beast comes out tonight, the elders would say but you never believe such rumors. disposing such details as tales to scare the children for coming out at night. careful, they say when you passed a group of villagers you meet earlier. taking a shortcut to our way home and you never heed such warning and that leaves you in your current predicament.

sprawled in the forest floor, head spinning as you groan. your vision a little blurry. squinting your eyes, trying to adjust your sight in the darkness with only the moonlight your source for guidance in this forest.

stubbornness be damned at your current situation. sitting up while you checked your body for wounds. touching your head you came to a conclusion that there's a bump building up from the impact of falling and a few scratches littering your arms. it wasn't too bad. thanks for the extra fat you were carrying acting as cushion. minimizing the damage of the impact. wait. you stopped for a moment to think. what the hell happened to you?

all you can remember is a pair of red eyes glimmering in the dark looking at you and then a rustle in the nearby bushes and you blacked out.

it was pure instinct. barou was still on his senses when he attacked you. little you walking all alone in this side of the forest. a dangerous feat like you doing when someone like him lurking in the darkness. searching and hunting for a meal and yet you present yourself freely to him without a care. a meal for a king.

it's been two years since he turned. one night with the moon shining in it's full glory. he was attacked and bitten rendering him useless to fought back and then he turned. in every full moon he had to deal with the transformation and barou hates the dirt in the forest and the town that surrounds it. he had to be locked up in that basement of his own home in the first year. his parents and younger siblings were aware of it and to keep them safe he have to locked himself. to keep everyone safe especially his family. he had no control of the beast no matter how he tried to control to it.

then one night in that year during in one of his transformation, a enticing scent wafts through the cracks of his home. the scent leaving him dizzy and surprisingly calm — the pounding in his skull had stopped, the bones that snapped and cracked in the process of his transformation wasn't much painful than it was. his nose twitching — sniffing the scent that lingers in the air and what entity could produce such alluring scent that it made the beast in him to be calm and turns out it was you.

after the lashings that occured in the room. his mother had informed that you were present that night. the information made him quiver in anticipation. if you were the one who can calm him then you should be by his side. he learned to control the beast with the mere memory of your scent burning in his mind and that made him free to lurk in the forest and the rumors started. you were the stupid one not to believe in such things and look where it got you within reach for him to claim.

your eyes wide and the he can smell the arousal dripping in your tight hole. you're scared and in the same time aroused. how pathetic for a puny human like you. he's within your sight as he emerges in the darkness.

you slowly backed away from him with your palms digging in the ground. your feet kicking in slow manner while you crawled backward away from him. never seen such monstrosity in your whole life and your heart beats per mile out of fear. you thought the rumors surrounding this town wasn't true and here you are meeting the center of the rumors.

“stay still, or i will hurt you.” he warns. his gruff voice and the tone of authority in his voice seems familiar but he couldn't be? there's no way and what happened?

swallowing, you began to examine the man or rather a werewolf in front of you. standing in it's hind legs, tall and proud. his bulky build. his black fur, there's a streak of red on it and those red eyes. they're awfully familiar. someone you've known for a long time.

“shou?” you asked unsure. blinking a few times and there's the sound of scoff coming from him.

“took you long enough to recognize me.” he says.

“what happened?” dusting your palms from the dirt that clung to it and his eyes narrowed at the question.

“i got bitten.” he briefly answers.

“oh...” gulping as you stared at him and barou noticed and there's the familiar feeling creeping into him. if it was to kill and wreck havoc in his path, tonight was different. there's a tight knot in his stomach and the need to breed someone — you. he had gotten cycles of rut during his transformations and he took care of it but he don't think he can control himself when there is now you.

his pupils dilating, darkening with every intake of the air with your scent mixed into it and suddenly he's drooling. snarling that leaves you shaking in fear. his fangs baring and there's an animalistic growl rumbling through his chest and you began to panic.

“shouei?!” you try to call out to him but he doesn't seem to care about it. in a swift moment, his claws meet with your clothing and tore it apart. a squeak coming from your mouth with the movement. leaving you bare and you shiver upon the contact of cool air to your skin.

you try to wiggle out of his grasp but a snarl and his fangs baring to you, stopped you from doing so. his sharp fingers clawing through your exposed skin. it drags but not hard enough to wound you. his palms pressing in your flabby arms to pin you down while his tongue laps through the surface of your skin.

dragging his tongue effectively leaving damp marks on its wake, to your neck and to your chest. his mouth claiming a nipple to suckle. teeth biting and tongue swirling to your hardened bud. you were afraid that he was going to tear the flesh from how hard he was sucking then with a loud pop he removes himself from it. his attention now to your soft stomach. his tongue lavishing it with such attention, leaving nips and there's a wet patch glistening while his tongue made a path on its wake.

he can smell you. his snout nuzzling at your clothed pussy. even in the barrier created by the cloth. he can feel how warm it was. your slick dampening your panties and fuck, he awaits for a feast. he rips your undergarments and he can feel you shiver from it.

parting your legs, gaining access to your dripping cunt and fuck this is what he imagined. your fat pussy dripping with slick. inviting him to take a lick and licking it wouldn't satisfy him. he intends to feast on your heat.

“s-shou!” you choked out his name. his long flattened tongue taking a swipe over to your perineum and above to your hole and then to your clit. the coarse texture of his wet muscle adding sensitivity to your already soaked folds.

barou growls at your taste. your sweet juice dripping out from your aching hole and he laps it with such vigor like he's a man derived of water for a long time and this only salvation is the sweet nectar coming from your hole.

at this state he was catching the slick falling out of your heat. kissing your pussy like a man to his lover. full of want and need. his large palms skimming through the expanse of your thighs mindful not to cut his sharp claws but it leaves rather impossible from you attempting to get away from his tongue. leaving him no choice but to wrap his arms around your luscious thighs.

back arching and lowering your body to him — constantly switching in position. the desire and wanting to stay away from him yet going back to his tongue flicking your labia and sucking your clit. you can feel his sharp canine teeth teasingly biting your clit. tongue wriggling inside your hole, slick gushing out continuously like waterfalls which he gladly devours.

your toes curling and legs tense from how eager he is from eating your pussy out. abdomen tight with the impending build up of your orgasm like a newly lighted wick of a dynamite close to exploding. his snout tickling your mound with it's cold surface.

“i—m, c—close, shou— going to cum” you gasped out, taking gulps of air for you to breath.

the beast between your legs growls. knowing well you're close to release. he can smell it. feel it. your walls contracting and spasming.

his tongue swipes your clit in a brutal pace and with a sharp suck to your swollen clit. you came. forcing a loud moan to escape from your lips. grinding your pussy to his mouth while the creamy liquid from your orgasm came rolling like droplets.

panting from your intense orgasm. you thighs tremble as it squished in the man's head. there's an obscene sound of him slurping your juices. you can't help but to hiss. pulling his hair to stop him but he continued nonetheless.

looking down below, your dark orbs meeting his own dark red eyes. staring back at you with such intensity leaving you to feel so small in front of him. his mouth still moving not leaving a drop of your juices. a string of saliva or drool or whatever mix it was — still attached to your cunt and to his mouth.

“i just ate you out and you're already ruined for me.” he says wiping the drool in his mouth.

“what's gotten into you?” you managed to rasp out from your orgasm and you still can't believe being given head in the middle of the forest.

he didn't utter any word. there's only a rampant growl brewing inside him ready to burst any given moment. he hovers above you. his large body covering your softer body. this is barou — in his werewolf form. it didn't much made any difference in his human form. hulking and commanding everyone from him. selfish and territorial he was. being turned into a werewolf just intensified those features of him. unwavering and dominating in every single way. eyeing his form above you.

barou's muscular. his muscles bulging. veins popping decorating his arms like swords of lightning. you can swear there's a vein popping in his forehead.

large palms skims in the back of your legs and it runs down to the back of your thighs before lifting it up. you let out a squeak when he lifts them up before pressing to your chest. folding you in half. your rolls squishing as it was met with barou's force.

there's an animalistic growl coming from him. his bulbous tip protruding at your entrance. your hole already squeezing at his tip from how wide it was. he's huge. incredibly huge. his tip a dark shade of red. angry red that drips with pre-cum and the length and the girth. it would be a pain for you take it. a vein protruding from the base to it's shaft. standing proud and tall.

slowly inching — length by length burying his girth inside you and barou growls. his blood red eyes turning dark than it already was and the vein in his forehead almost popping at the intensity. you let out a sharp gasp when in one swift movement he buried himself deep inside you.

there's a burning sensation in your walls. his cock heavy and snug inside you and you can't help but to let your tears flow from your eyes. he buried his muzzle in your neck. inhaling your scent while the tapered tip of his tongue draw pattern in your skin. trying to ease the sensation of being stretched out by his huge cock.

your cunt clenching to him tightly and even in his brute nature he waited for you to adjust. you were everything he imagined and fuck did you feel so good around him. his bulging knot resting at your entrance.

“oh fuck—” he curses out, a bit muffled. “i knew you could take me.” before pulling out and bottoming against to you. “going to breed this pussy. fill you up with my pups.”

the push and pull of his cock getting more prominent. he puts his hands in the back of your head and your hands finding refugee in his arms holding for your dear life. your thighs and legs burning from the position but you endured it. aware that you can't escape barou's hulking form — half of weight into you.

he never left your sight. his eyes wide with the intent to fuck your brains out. his hips beginning to slap into yours in a faster pace. the sounds getting loud — echoing in the ground of the forest and if there's anyone nearby you two would be mistaken as animals in heat and barou fucks you like he means it.

the drag of his heavy cock melding into your velvety walls added by the vein that cascades to his length. you couldn't help but to clench around him like you weren't being split in half by his pulsing cock.

your moans and whimpers along with his snarls and growls being in sync. he fucks you so hard that you fear he'll crush your skull from how brutal he was pounding into you.

you abandoned the thought. trusting the man wholeheartedly that he wouldn't harm you with the exception from the roughness you were taking from his fucking.

his snout or rather mouth went to take a dip into yours. although, he can't fully kiss you. his tongue made the work. slithering into your mouth, occasionally swiping the corners of your mouth. his drool mixing with your spit and saliva creating a smooching sound. it almost made you cry that barou could be this gentle minus the rough fucking you were taking.

your body quivering and jiggling. the flabs of your arm and the suppleness of your thighs rippling from the impact of his thrusts.

you came before you knew it. creaming around his cock when he pushes his knot inside you. the added length hitting your g-spot with his tip and you were drowned in the pleasure of it.

if didn't take long before spilling his hot, thick cum inside you. spurts after spurts. his knot added by your tight hold of his cock — he couldn't stop cumming. ensuring the chances of fertility to your womb with his future pups.

it is all coincidence — really. when he sensed you walking alone in the area and his instincts taking over — purely from his rut — took you.

his musky scent and your heady scent lingers in the air. he sniffs from it, making sure to burn in his memory. his first rut with you. his cock couldn't stop from pumping your full of his load deep inside you. his balls tight from it.

satisfaction and proud of what he had done. he slowly pulled out. his warm cum following suit and he frowns. what a waste. he eyes you down. you were still reeling from the haze of your orgasm and he can't help but to be enraptured and drawn to your plush form and of course to you. cheesy as it may sound you were destined to be his.

you were perfect for him. fitting for a king.

barou scoops your sleeping form before going back home to clean himself and you.

too tired to move and when sleep calls for you — the last you see is a pair of red eyes looking at you and you smiled when darkness engulfs you in his arms.

when you wake up, the ache between your legs is the first thing you noticed. removing the blanket. you were dressed in a white shirt that is a little bit tight on you and black shorts that obviously wasn't yours. you can see the bruises blooming all over your legs and in your thighs. he really had gone wild to you.

a thud coming from the coffee cup being placed in front of you. unlike barou's werewolf form where his coal colored fur bristles, his hair was down. fresh from the shower you think. he sits in front of you. giving you only the intense look he always had.

memories came flooding to you. placing your palm in your stomach. you remember how he ravished you with the intent of getting you rounder for his pups.

“you've bred me?” you ask softly to him.

“i did. made sure you're full of my cum. i'm waiting for the results.” he said gruffly.

“are you sure it will take?”

“it will. if it didn't — i'm going to ravage you again until you get pregnant with my pups.” patting your thighs littered with bruises. your face warming from his declaration. he sure did made a number on you.

“don't let your pretty head worry. i'll take care of you and our pups.” pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before nuzzling to the spot in your neck where he bit you.

you nod and you can't help but to think than it only happened last night where the moon in it's full glory had led you to this kind of fate to the man who just claimed you last night. strange things do happen when there's moonlight shining all over the place.