#Junko Smut

[hopeful-sluts]

Makoto never put too much weight on his talent, is not like one could measure how lucky he was. That was until the despair sister dragged him to their room and demanded his opinion about which one of them looked better in their skimpy outfits.

Maybe luck was real!

“Well Makoto is it me, don’t tell me this smelly bitch really has your eye?!”

“Sis… my chest isn’t as big but my butt looks nice enough… and maybe he likes abs.”

The sisters were surrounding Makoto! All in his face shaking their ass and tits unknowingly both trying to entice the Luckster so he gives their opinion on the outfits! Specifically which he likes more.

“I-I can’t choose, you both look nice to me!”

To say Junko liked that answer would be a lie… and Mukuro was much of the same. The girls knew the only way they were gonna get an honest opinion was to drain him dry… let’s hope that they’re ready for hours upon hours of the hung luckster!

[frickingnerd]

love needs to hurt

pairing: junko enoshima x gn!reader

tags: yandere junko, suggestive, established relationship

“you look so pretty, with all those bruises on your body~”

junko was enamored with the way you looked right now. your body was covered in scratches, hickeys and bite marks, all of those done by her, as signs of her love to you. and even if her love hurt you in the process, the endresult made it all worthwhile.

with a satisfied smile on her lips, junko leaned in to press a final kiss onto your lips, before softly whispering to you:

“those marks show everyone that you're mine. so don't even think about covering them up, darling~”

[gummy-bearz]

can you do junko x male reader sfw and nsfw headcannons

NSFW / SFW

Junko Enoshima with a Male Reader Headcanons

Ive actually never written for junko before!!

- mod hiyoko

SFW

- Oh god…

- Any reason why you’re dating this chick?

- Well, uhm…she’s affectionate most of the times?

- She finds you badass for dating someone who painted the whole world in despair. But seriously, how cool is that?!

- Junko likes cuddles, she squeezes you tightly and holds you against her chest while ranting about how big boobs feel great.

- Well since she’s a fashionista, she likes to dress you up since she has great taste in fashion.

- Really handsy. Like, she’s touching you every second when you’re with her. She’ll be clinging onto your arm, holding your hand or whatever.

- If anyone mistreats you, it’s SO over for them. Junko will make sure they feel a substantial amount of despair.

- LOTS of shopping sprees. She forces you to go shopping with her- a fashionista like her gotta look good, y’know?

- Don’t worry, she gets you stuff too. Surprisingly. Junko spoils you rotten with stuff you don’t even ask for.

NSFW

- Chains. Chokers. Leashes. Get what I’m saying?

- Collars too- she forces you to get on your knees and bark like a dog. (I don’t know if this is even NSFW but…)

- She likes to step on you.

- She LOOVESS her boobs, she likes to press them against your face.

- Junko is into BDSM, she likes seeing you tied up and helplessly squirming around all vulnerable.

- Her aftercare is absolutely horrible. That’s why you’re the one who’s in charge of it- it makes her feel relieved though that she doesn’t have to do all of the work.

- She loves seeing you beg- it makes her feel powerful that you’re desperate and need her badly.

- She’s extremely rough when riding you, she doesn’t care if you’re hurt. She wants you to feel true despair. Your cock is also feeling despair too.

- Junko doesn’t care about risks. Public sex? Sure, why not? She doesn’t care at all.

- She degrades you, while you praise her.

- Huge sadist- she teases you and scratches you with her nails until you’re literally in tears.

[lu3ky777]

Junko has gotten complete control of the whole world, and her army of Monokumas and brainwashed minions are spreading left and right. Feeling a little revenge is in store. She decides to target and brainwash Kyoko into being her little assistant and personal plaything. She has one of her minions, luring her to a supposed hideout where she then broadcasts the brainwashing and has Kyoko under her control. Now, in her grasp, Junko has Kyoko dress in nothing but cat ears and a little cat tail as she takes her to her room and has her eat her out as Kyoko is getting plowed and griped from behind by a brainwashed servant

(Sorry for the long time to post)

Junko had a huge sinister smile on her face, it was so easy to take control. What terrible things was she going to do now? Many~ but Kyoko would make a good first victim. She was so easily baited into her trap, that's the problem with being so smart~ everyone else is so predictable. Kyoko was brainwashed, but what was she going to fill her mind with? Infinite loyalty to Junko of course! Maybe even an inferiority complex for good measure~ she could even act as a spy for her if the moment ever called for it. But at the moment she now had a mind controlled Kyoko, who kowtowed the second she saw Junko. Well Junko knew the perfect Cock hardening plan for her~

“Junko~ I did as you asked” Kyoko said as she was in nothing but cat ears and tail, Junko didn't really like cats but she also didn't really like Kyoko. “Here. Now.” With that single command Kyoko ran towards her stopping right in front of her. Junko picked her up with one hand placing her legs over her shoulders as she gave a mighty slap to her huge ass, which resulted in a moan from Kyoko along with massive jiggling from her ass. She then licked her lips obviously about to indulge herself with Kyoko's pussy and when she did oh boy~ She furiously ate her out as if she was a starving man eating at a buffet, no care for formality just devouring her entire pussy expertly with her tongue. A shirtless man, wearing a monomuma head came behind Kyoko. He revealed his large massive cock as he started fucking Kyoko's ass, all of course under the direct command of Junko. Kyoko didn't stand a chance as she came over and over.

After Junko finished her pussy and her servant came a huge load in her ass, Junko decided it was her turn to have some real fun. She picked her up with both hands while her servant left the room, Junko used Kyoko's fat ass and rubbed it against her own crotch as Kyoko could feel a massive bulge from her crotch. It grew bigger and bigger~ god it was huge from what she was feeking~ and her ass was being used to get Junko off from outside her pants. Kyoko moaned and almost came from the anticipation alone, but once Junko was mostly fully hard she took off her panties and skirt. The most massive cock she had ever seen was in front of her and she had just been fucked hard by a huge cock, but that one seemed like a joke in comparison. “Now it's time for some payback~”

Junko truly used her like a toy as she indulged herself in fucking her ass, she slammed her against the wall roughly while she continued her brutal fucking of her ass. Kyoko was talking it about as well as Junko expected her to, she had came multiple times by now of course. Kyoko was a moaning mess as her tongue stuck out in bliss, Junko spanked her ass imprinting her hand slap on her ass so hard it was still there hours later and making it jiggle wildly. “You’ll make a fine addition to my harem, though by harem I mean stupid sluts~ If I really cared about them, I'd take them out on a date and seduce them first.”

 Kyoko was screaming in moans instead of responding, unacceptable behavior to say the least. Junko slapped Kyoko's face hard to make her pay attention. Kyoko screamed as she spoke “FUCK- Oh the despair of being a pathetic fucktoy~~~” Junko smiled wide “Good fucktoy~ I broke all your hope~ proving that despair is much better~ now I'm going to finish my point~” She came a massive load of aggressively fertile and thick cum in her ass while pulling out, coating her ass in it before letting Kyoko fall on the floor like a rag. 

Kyoko moaned out satisfied “I'm completely in despair~” Junko sighed and kicked Kyoko over as she could now see Junko was rock hard “Do you really think I was gonna be done with only two hours of fucking?” Kyoko gulped as Junko grabbed both of her legs, putting her into a mating press as she teased her pussy with her tip threatening to barge in and destroy her. That alone was enough to make Kyoko cum, this caused Junko to laugh like a maniac. If this was humanity's greatest hope then despair would easily win the day~ Junko began pounding Kyoko intensely and she definitely wouldn't stop until she was full of cum, but Junko had already began to wonder who should she target next~

[aurelia1uvscats]

𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 | Nagito Komaeda ੈ✩‧₊˚

word count: 1,637

warnings: none! fluff and comfort fem!reader

[notes]: yall this is my first fanfic ever owmwshwjhssj please dont mind it being absolutely CRINGE and BAD ive read this so many times that i despise this fic idc if it has mistakes im not READING THIS AGAIN 😭😭 also this fic is just sum beach walking and comforting komaeda

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

The sulphury smell of the ocean enters your nostrils while you walk along the nearby shores of the beach. The wind blows gently at you, it tugs your hair a tinsy bit. You close your eyes, slowly taking a moment to inhale the intoxicating aroma with ease. The more you move forward in your path, the more footprints you set on the sand, in which the ocean will wash away eventually, and leave remains of nothing. You favored walks on the beach. It helped you concentrate and relieve all that pent-up stress within you. Not only that, but the beach gave you a sense of familiarity, it felt like a home to you.

The boy that had accompanied you on your stroll walked with the same peaceful aura as you. He was carrying a green umbrella due to his pale skin having the tendency to get burnt easily, such an inconvenience to him in which you found adoring. You halted to a stop and the boy behind you mimicked your actions, he looked at you with curiosity painted on his face. You begin gazing at the horizon at the end of the ocean, entranced by the beauty the world had to offer. The horizon displayed ombre colors consisting of various types of blue, with a small tint of yellow from the sun. You begin smiling with content. Not only was it due to the capturing scene bestowed upon your eyes, it was a result of the boy’s comforting presence as well. You were enamored by him, he had a very peculiar way of seeing the world, he had piqued your interest from the very beginning. Komaeda would support you at any given time, his undying kindness always took a toll on you, it prevented you from thinking straight. You weren’t sure what you felt towards him, but you could say for certain that you felt a compelling attraction towards him, you wanted him to remain by your side, always. Though, the way he would talk down to himself was something you much disliked about the boy. You loathed the way he perceived himself, the boy had extraordinary qualities, and yet he would still wear himself down. You wish he would see himself the way you saw him, An entracing work of art.

The boy’s smile by this time was plastered on his face, admiring you with the most adoring eyes. He wondered, what exactly were you thinking of? Komaeda cherished the moments you two would spend together. He felt that you completed him as a person, you made him want to experience many things he hadn’t indulged in before. He was spiraling with emotions due to your effect, he simply didn’t know what to do anymore. He preferred not to disgrace you with his execrable feelings, so he leaned for the choice to keep them confidential. Though, he did find that just being in your presence was simply enough for him.

You slowly turned your gaze towards him, noticing he was already staring at you with a warm smile. Could he have heard you thinking? Red tints begin spreading across your face, it begins stretching towards your ears.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled softly, avoiding his gaze.

“I always tend to get distracted when it comes to the beach.”

“It makes me think a lot,” you tell him, beginning to fidget with your hair. You shift your eyes back to him a bit.

The boy gives you a small chuckle, reassuring you he didn’t mind it.

“Hanging out with you is more than I could ask for y/n…My luck has truly blessed me today.” He meets your gaze and gives you a warm smile, slightly tilting his head. You could hear the thudding of your heart through your ears, it felt like it was going to combust, the effect he had on you was insane.

“Though, I should ask why you asked me of all people to accompany you.” He began.

“I’m just a nobody, someone who has no place to be near a talented ultimate as yourself…Let alone walk with you! I would ruin the view for you with my terrible constant talking and…”

You faced him with intense eyes, a sweat bead goes down his forehead.

“Ah, seems I did just that, huh? I’ll just go back to staying quiet, so please continue.”

You began approaching him slowly, still maintaining the intense eye contact. Komaeda didn’t seem to step back.

“I must have truly angered you… My apologies, y/n. Feel free to punish me as you wish.”

You approached so close that Komaeda dropped his green umbrella onto the sand. He just stared at you in a confused manner, he seemed disappointed you hadn’t punished him yet.

Komaeda watched your lips part, awaiting the insult. You start, “I’m not mad Komaeda, I’m just simply admiring my view.”

“Your view?” He repeated in a confused manner.

“I don't quite follow.”

“Can't you see Komaeda? You’re my view.” Komaedas eyes widen at her sudden comment, he’s completely stunned. Did he hear you correctly?

“What…?” He asked,

“I’d rather much watch you than any other horizon.” You happily admit, returning the warm smile he had given you earlier. His eyes widened, a flush crept upon his face. Then you were hit by the sudden realization of your bold comments… Your brain broke a fuse.

“Yeah!! But, I don’t mean it in a weird way, please don’t misunderstand me. It’s just that I find you more intriguing than the horizon. Uh, That wasn’t phrased correctly either. What I mean is that-“

“Please…. Don’t say things like that, y/n. You don’t want to taint your eyes with trash like me.”

“Komaeda….”

The umbrella he had dropped had been taken away by the shore. And you and Komaeda stared at each other silently, all that was heard was the sound of the waves. Why did he hate himself so much? You could go on for days talking about all his good qualities and perfect personality. You wish you had met him earlier, maybe you could’ve stopped him from hating himself so much, maybe he could’ve appreciated himself better and see that his presence does matter in this world. But, that wasn’t the current situation… You had to commit another bold move, though you would dread on it later, you had to do something.

You abruptly reached out for his clammy hands and clasped onto them. Komaeda jumped at your sudden action.

“Komaeda,” you inhaled deeply and began,

“You’re very important to me. I don’t care about tainting myself with you. I’ll take the risk again and again because I genuinely enjoy being in your presence.”

“One day, I truly hope you see yourself the way I do. I think of you as a man who's intriguing, thoughtful, warm-hearted, understanding,” You kept listing every single quality that came to your brain nonstop, you had no filter.

Komaeda removed his right hand from your grasp and gently placed it upon your mouth. You slowly began opening your eyes… You hadn’t sunk his reaction since you had shut your eyes closed when you began talking. Komaeda’s face seemed very flushed, or so you thought, maybe it was due to the sun’s rays striking upon his pale skin… You on the other hand weren't aware on how your reaction was displayed, all you knew was you felt like you might pass out at any moment.

Komaeda is the first one to break the silence.

“Do… you really see me in that way, y/n…?” He asked while removing his hand from your mouth. He anxiously waited for your answer while his jaw clenched.

“Y-yeah. I do…” you release his other hand softly.

You saw his eyes widen once again, and then they begin turning glossy…. His facial expression contorting to one of sadness and mouth slowly held out agape. You were alerted by his sudden change of emotion and began rethinking on what you may have said for him to react this certain way. His knees slowly buckled, and he was falling to the sand, you clutched his shoulders with all your might and held onto him, falling in a sitting position in the sand with him. You stayed in that position for what felt an eternity, the sand on the ground bruised your knees a tiny bit, but certainly you didn’t mind it at all. You let him cry it all out while rubbing circles on his back as a way to calm him down. After he finished, he managed to mutter:

“Thank you so much, y/n.” He faced you with small tear beads in his eyes. You realize that he wasn’t crying due to a comment you had said, but crying due to someone expressing such strong feelings towards him. He’s never received such bombardment of compliments before.

“You’re welcome Komaeda.” You tell him, whilst swiping his remaining tears with your thumb.

“How about we continue with our walk, yeah?” You offered, letting go of him and standing up. You stretch out your hand towards him with a warm smile. He shyly nodded and gladly accepts it, he stands up as well.

Even while standing up, you two never separated your hands, both of you held them firmly. You were flushed at such a fact, but still went onwards with your walk. You looked at Komaeda, and he was smiling with such content, your heart melted once again. If you had managed to convey such colossal amount of compliments, then surely confessing should be easier, but, right now didn't seem like the perfect moment to confess… You wanted to enjoy your remaining walk with him, making him feel completely cherished.

“You have a purpose, Nagito Komaeda...” You mumbled to him out of nowhere.

That’s all he needed to hear.

[fvck-th3m-b1tch3s]

𐔌 ㅤ 𐙚ㅤㅤREQUEST DONE ࣪ 𓈒 ⠀ྀི ㅤׂㅤ ㅤ 𓉸 𓈒

request : " could we get nsfw/kink headcanons for aoi, akane, chiaki and junko (non-despair) with a dom!male s/o? please and thank you!!! "

𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀chars : aoi asahina, chiaki nanami, akane owari, junko enoshima⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀✧

៹ 𔘓 reader status : dom!male reader ! ꞌꞋ ࣪

⠀# . MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 𓂃 ♥︎

Aoi asahina :

you two do semi public sex alot

like that one ranpoe fic she likes stacking donuts on your dick and eating them

also pretty loud

lowkey likes to have you squished in her boobs while you fuck her

she actually LOVES to ride you

chiaki nanami :

When your fucking, she tends not to make sound but oh boy is she enjoying that dick<3.

she loves to dickwarm you while she plays her video games

Likes how your always top so she doesn't have to do much

Absolutely loves thigh riding you

You two make out sometimes during sex

Akane owari :

Food play 24/7 with akane

Likes it when you hold nothing back on her, makes her even more turned on and wet

Hella loud during sex

She likes to eat during sex

Junko enoshima :

Really likes to suck you off dry

Tit jobs 24/7 with her

Wild ass sex, poor neighbors

Likes to annoy you sometimes during sex so you "punish" her.

Different kinks every time you two have sex

[carnyreborn]

☆ Fake Loot: Junko is given an armour that increases defence but makes her more vulnerable to mind-breaking sex attacks.

Ask originally sent by @tokufan4000

TW: Monsterfucking

"Upupupupupu~!" Junko is laughing; after all, she has just schemed the whole dungeon out of some damn loot! She managed to see the fake wall and managed to get the best loot possible! She can see its stats, and damn, that is objectively the best armour she has ever seen. Even given the size of her tits and more, she can see that this is something mighty special. Mithril, Elven-made... a perfect piece. The bad thing is, she still has to finish the dungeon, and there's a minotaur right in front of her. Of course, this won't be too bad, right? She has the best defence possible!

~//~

Junko cannot even think anymore. She usually can handle anything monsters throw in her way. She has been fucked by them beforehand, even been defeated a couple of times, but no matter what, she always recovers and manages to escape. But she has never felt anything like the Minotaur's dick fucking her insides. It is simply out of this world how big he is. Not just that, each thrust of his, for some reason, makes her entire head spin, making her whole body feel so fucking hot. It's just... unfair how good that cock feels inside her pussy, how slutty it makes her feel and how his cum, which normally has some light addictive properties, is making her feel almost high.

And he is so brutal, too❤️~! So thick, so good, so delicious~💗! Junko's world is quickly becoming just for that dick. All she wants, all she cares for. And she is in deep love with him.

Or his dick.

But as he floods her womb, the distinction becomes meaningless💖~!

[hopeful-sluts]

Both Celeste and Hiyoko are having a twerk off with Junko as the judge! Who does the the Queen of Despair declare as the winner.

Junko had to pay attention a great deal (something almost thought to be impossible) in order to “fairly judge” the two competitors. While Celeste clearly had the size advantage and her peculiar choice in underwear that immediately started to ride up her and was more immediately eye drawing, Hiyoko had the advantage in her actual “dance”, her experience with her Ultimate providing an inherent boost to how she moved her phat booty around, mixing in some traditional movements to go with the ass clapping. All in all, a very tough choice…

“Neither win!” Junko giggles out after several minutes of this performance.

“…Pardonne moi?” Celeste yelled clearly upset by this fact. As Hiyoko yelled out as well.

“Hey, both of you are too good so that means neither of you can win~!” Junko woukd retort laughing once again as both of the contenders looked at one another.

“…I say we set up a truce so I can crush this masochistic moron, what say you Hiyoko~?”

“Oh totally! Only if I get to break her pelvis with my butt too!”

[frickingnerd]

Junko Enoshima Masterlist

oneshots

the things jealousy makes you do

after breaking up with junko, you run into her again in a night club. it seems like junko is there with someone new, already moving on. but when you approach her, you realize she's still hoping you'll give her another chance...

drabbles

love needs to hurt

headcanons

dating junko enoshima

yandere junko enoshima

long-distance relationship with junko

bully!junko falling for her victim

polyamorous

[nothing yet]

love triangles

[nothing yet]

[smutcommintary]

House of Passion: preview

Note: I forgot to add title to first reblog.

Kyoko, Chaiki and Kaede talk about how big their boyfriends cocks are but Junko enter the conversation telling them that those cocks are average size.

They don't believe her so she shows them a video of her boyfriend's cock from when he started hopes peak to when he graduated and they were in awe at what they saw.

His dick started as the same size as Shuichi's to Makoto's then Hajime's and finally grew into the ultimate bitch breaker cock.

They all had their fingers playing with their tits and pussies as Junko told them more about how Yasuke fucked her senselessly as his cock grew bigger and bigger each year.

Kyoko was playing with her cilt while imaging as she imaging Makoto pounding her doggy style.

Chaiki was twisting her nipples has her mind went blank from remembering sucking off Hajime till he Skull fucked her to the bed.

Kaede let out a perverted giggle as she giving Shuichi a tit job under his desk during a class and him shoving her head on his dick to prevent any cum from spilling on the floor.

Junko was interrupted by someone smaking her ass causing her to moan loud enough to snap the other girls from their trance.

What stood before them was Yasuke and Hajime glaring daggers at Junko as Shuichi and Makoto went to their girlfriends looking at them with concern.

Junko the proceeds to try and seduce Yasuke to get him to forget about her little 'prank' on the girls only for him to squeeze her ass and rub his crotch between her legs on the obvious wet spot on her panties telling her all the different was they'll be fucking if she tells everyone the truth.

Such explicit promises causes the girls to get hornier and the guys to immediately pop boners.

Junko in a slutty haze tells everyone how she planned to show off her boyfriend to everyone else and hypnotise everyone in the room by having them watch a sex tape of the to of them causing everyone in school to drop everything and fuck either their significant other or the first person they see and how Kyoko, Kaede and Chiaki were supposed to be the test subjects.

This plan both angered and aroused everyone in the room but before anyone could say anything they her slurping and moaning sounds. They all turned to look beside them and were surprised to see Kaede giving an embarrassed Shuichi a blow job right in front of them.

Kaede told them that although the hypnosis didn't work she doesn't mind blowing Shuichi in front of an audience cause she has done several sex positions with Shuichi with people either spectating or walking in on them by accident.

While Kaede was revealing how much of a Shameless smut she is, all the boys started pulling out their cocks and jerking off on instinct.

Kyoko and Chiaki got jealous of the attention Kaede was getting and got to work helping the respective boys get off faster. While Junko was fingering herself while recording the whole thing.

Shuichi got even hornier as he saw Kyoko give Makoto a rim job as he jerked himself off, Chaiki suck and lick Hajime's balls as he sits down and teases her pussy with his feet and finally Junko recording everything as Yasuke stands behind her plays with her nipples and rubs his cock against her soaked pussy.

All the guy's cocks erupt in steams of cum having it all land everywhere especially on the girls. Everyone goes to cover themselves up except Kaede and Junko, both of them ogling everyone else especially their boyfriends as they hurriedly put on their clothes.

Kaede is then gently handed her clothes by Shuichi while he tries to respectfully look away from her. Junko on the other hand has her clothes chucked to her face by a flustered Yasuke muttering about how annoying she is.

When everyone has their clothes on Junko then pulls out three cards from her pocket and gives one to each couple. The cards have the same address to a small mansion that Junko bought for when she is in the mode and where she and Yasuke never get interrupted.

Kaede eagerly pockets the address but everyone else is quite suspicious of Junko's motive. Junko says that there is no hidden agenda and this was just a friendly invitation that also extends to their classmates.

Hajime and Kyoko remain suspicious of her but take the invitation anyway. As everyone goes their separate ways Yasuke interrogates his girlfriend until she reveals her true motive.

Junko then drags him to her room and tells him how after he graduated she been a bit lonely and started a little hobby of making sex tapes.

She then shows him clips from today's sex tape and live feeds of the couples they just left fucking in front of the secret cameras she got Mukuro to set up in each rooms of the couples.

She further explained that the mansion they went always had cameras and she watches the tapes of the two of them screwing around and plans to make more with her fellow ultimates as the cast.

Yasuke sighs then asks about her original plans for the sex tape and she tells him that now that she knows that Kaede is even a bigger slut than her, she doesn't even bother making a hypnosis video.

She looks directly at Yasuke her face breaking into a wide perverted grin and tells him how he should be prepared for what is to come

Note: I won't be that active in the blog but if you like you can submit a character you want in a sumt and I will post whether or not I will add it.

[kizoken]

‧₊˚𖤐˚ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁.ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀   ˚‧⁺･ ˖ ·CULT LEADER!GETO x FEM!READER x SUKUNA

SYN0PS1S : ❛the head of the cult has prepared to sacrifice his sweet and devoted follower to the ancient fiend they worship, though it might not be the type of sacrifice one thinks of at first.❜

W0RD C0UNT: 4k

C0NTENT WARN1NG : 18+ C0NTENT, smut, cults, rituals, light geto x reader, afab!reader, dry humping, hand job, true form sukuna, some plot, impact play, monster fucking, light choking, mind break, dumbification, degradation, corruption kink, double penetration, manipulation, implied breeding kink, oral (f ￫ m),

AUTH0RZ N0TEZ ; now this is a lil embarrassing fjvdfsc but anyways here it is, but rahhhhhhhhhh i finishedddddd, anyways, happy belated samhain everyone!!! plus ty vegas bae for beta reading some and giving me motivation, blessings 2 u 🙌🏻😽

tgz ; @kazushawty (honorable mention) @vilsoo @perfect-again @sukunas-whore420 @jilval @marimogf @sinistersnakey1427 @lovingami @noodle81937 @lucyrocks86 @emery-333

Your attention fixated on detangling and smoothing your community sister's hair with the fine boar bristles of the wooden hairbrush, complimented by the dim yellow light emanating from the ceiling in your room. 

She would always find herself at the end of the day on the small stool near your rustic vanity table. She worked and played rough throughout the hours of the day. Never truly caring about how her appearance would look in the end. 

Or maybe she did this on purpose in hopes of staying in a cozy room for as long as allowed. You do not blame her, though. You were the only person aside from the leaders to have her own room. And being the closest friend of the communities favored had its delights. 

“Junko, would you like to sleep with me tonight?” You enquired, leaving the hairbrush on the table as you began to tangle her hair into a braid. The girl stopped fiddling with her dress as she heard your words. 

“R-Really?!” Her tone was eager, and a faint squeal slipped from her. “Big sister, you’re not playing with me— are you?”

Your hands begrudgingly abandon Junko's half-done hair as she snapped her head to face you, a dreamy grin expanding along her soft face. She observed as your calm expression turned into a stern one, as you did not want to redo the braid. Upon this, she faced back and conceded to let you finish her hair.

"I know how crammed the quarters are becoming. You're my favorite person, and I want you to be free from the stuffiness sometimes." You contemplated keeping Junko as an occasional 'roommate', it was unfair to have an exclusive room. But the master always interjected when you requested for everybody in the circle to have more space.

'Sharing space is fundamental for our community belief, y/n! Us leaders have our own rooms for paperwork reasons as well as communing with higher spirits. We do it for the community, always. And you, you will help us achieve contact with our upper lord— of course, you need space to collect your thoughts and energy.' Is what master Geto said in your ear in one of your recurrent visits to his quarters.

"Thank you, sis," the girl's words cut through your trance whilst you recalled the recent memory. "And thank you for finishing up my hair!" 

Junko's final sentence before bolting to the futon made you realize you finished her braid while thinking of the master. "You're welcome, don't wait up for me, rest up." 

Your train of thought rounded once more to the leader of your community; he had not called for you at all throughout the day. Master Geto usually took at least an hour out of his busy schedule to have lunch or tea with you. 

The sudden change in routine patterns was inconceivable, as he was the first one to push and be adamant on these frequent visits to be carried out. No matter what. 

Truth be told; you longed for his company, his silk-wrapped words of praise to you, his delicate touch. It was wrong to devote yourself not only to the lord above but to his high priest. The hierarchy was renowned and respected. He calls upon you, not you on him. You do not— ever visit him unless urgent, only when he calls. 

You began to blend some hydrating cream around your face, ready to settle down next to your friend and sleep away the night. Then, a sudden knock to your door attained your attention. You let them in to state the matter at hand. 

"Master Geto wishes to see you, Lady y/n." said one of the master's right-hand men once he stepped in for a moment. 

"I'll be right there, thank you."

Your fingers dabbed quickly to spread the cream all around your face, careful not to miss a single spot. "I'll be back." You announced at the doorway right before hustling through the hallway straight to Geto's room. 

Every wrinkle and crease on your dress was attempted to be smoothened by your hands once you were in front of Geto's door. After adjusting your hair, a little, you placed a soft knock on the wooden door, followed by an invitation from the man to come inside.

"You wished to see me master?" 

"Well of course, I missed your gorgeous face!"

His words like nectar provoked your heart to race and for your eyes to avoid his gaze to the side then to the floor. “Come closer and sit, pretty.”

Obeying his command you stepped further into the dim-lighted room, each step soft and delicate so as to not bother the leader in any way— he worked very hard after all and might be exhausted after a long day of work. You then settled yourself in front of the short wooden table with fragrant, fresh cup of tea neatly placed next to his. 

The placing of the cup dawned confusion on you, you looked up to your master, ready to relay your question onto him. His wide stare halted you from doing so, penetrating iris’s locking down on your frame. His expression became one of serenity; a smile creeping on him, though you could see his tension on his body. 

“Did you not hear me?” His low voice with feigned gentleness drove shivers down your spine and your heart to stop pumping blood for a second.

“Sit.”

Your surfacing smile pacified the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Of course,” You stood up to approach him and settled down in between his legs. “Forgive me sir…I should have been more empathic… you must be tired.”

His muscular arms wrapped around you, squeezing your body, commanding you to stay put. 

"Indeed I am." Geto breathes those words into your ear low. To you, he was a snake, something to tread around with ease and care so as to not agitate such predator. And to him you were a little mouse, one that he could eat whole, a most refined delicacy to his species. However, Geto tended to, cared and spoiled you to the best of his capabilities— of which were substantially abundant. And it was hard to remove your attachments towards this man, he had marked every inch of your soul since you arrived at the commune. 

His beautiful face found shelter in the crook of your neck, he laid there and took in your floral aroma. But this was no different than any other previous encounters. Your presence was gratifying enough for Geto, though he coveted something rather more carnal. 

There was no surprise as his hands began to wander around your inner thighs and his kisses embedded themselves on your neck. His touch was synonymous to the ecstasy a drug can give you, and like a fool, you have become addicted to such caresses. His fingers sneak to uplift your dress and play around your white panties.

Your hips began to circle around his lap, allowing your ass to grind on his growing erection. 

Geto venerated how your clothed pussy lips welcomed him with such feverish touches. And that’s as far as he may allow himself to go, delving in the pleasure of your unyielding purity. One in which he did not pride himself to steal but effervescently teased to take in these alone times with you. 

“Master,” you exhaled, grinding harder on him. “More, I want to feel you more…touch me here…”

“Such greediness will lead you to sin; one that will ruin you.” His words did not attest to his actions. From your hips, his slender fingers approached your clothed cunt, looming his touch round your aching clit. 

“I desire to be ruined by your hands…” you squeal and reach towards his face to caress his face. “No…you could not— ever ruin me. You’re a heaven-sent miracle of a man; you would bless me rather than ruin me.”

You intertwined your hand at the back of his, halting him from any further stimuli. “Touch me, however you like, master.” 

“Only if you touch me however you want, my dear.”

Your mouth crept upwards, you moved to straddle his right thigh and place your palm on the tent of his robe. 

Not long after, you were pumping on his pulsating cock with your hands as you rubbed your dampening pussy on his thigh. His rough hands clasped around the fat of your ass and his lips locked onto yours, delighting himself by the way your plump lips clung to his.

Your thumb teased around his tip, rubbing and then tracing the veins that adorned his shaft. Geto’s body melted by your touch, shuddering and holding onto you rougher as he felt the rush catching up to him. In these moments he fantasized on the way that your velvet walls would squeeze on him, take him and memorize his shape. He assumed you were untouched, so he imagined more than once taking your purity for himself.

You plunged yourself in the buzz of pretending to ride him, you were on your own illusion of him. Your cunt clenched at the thought of his girthy dick stretching you to his liking, on the way his tip would abuse your cervix and maybe, just maybe fill you up with his cum until your thighs were stained with white trails of cum by how full your womb was, it could no longer hold his seed inside.

Those naughty— no, horrendously nasty thoughts, procured your orgasms to leave you both in a mess and shaking. Hot breaths conversed on each other's lips and moans began to cease on their volumes until your controlled breaths and eye contact remained.

“Clean yourself on me, angel.” You looked down to see your hands covered in his thick orgasm, you nodded and began to wipe your hands onto his cotton vestment. 

“Won't it ruin it?” you whispered, as you also took a glimpse of the damp stain on his robe. 

“I have more to spare,” Geto exposed his upper body, revealing his toned physique. “Come lay on me and finish your tea.”

Obeying his words as holy gospel, you found yourself once more in between his legs and taking a sip of your now cold tea.

This wouldn't be the last encounter you would have with the cult master. There were plenty more after that leading to your ‘ascendance’ and contacting the one true god. Geto’s touches became more ravenous, his fingers clung to your flesh as if he wished to melt himself to you. His words began to increase in somberness, his voice still charming and enthusiastic though as time passed the hype in his voice became performative and forced to carry. 

Even now as he left you all alone in the abandoned shrine and exhausted after performing the calling. He left you with one last gaze, his hand traveling around the frame of your face with his fingertips. 

It felt like a last goodbye. And it was. To him, at least. To you it was a mere oracle or channeling session, one that it was heavily assured that you would come out alive from. There was nothing to worry about. 

Keeping a positive mentality, you ventured further inside the old walls of the shrine to where Geto had told you. Never once startled, not even by the ominous setting you walked through. 

There was something in the air, in its mood that mustered you to halt in your tracks. The atmosphere became heavy, you could feel it press against your shoulders and forehead. In what seemed to be a parlor that led to multiple traditional doors, something led you to a particular one. 

Now you’ve become skeptical, the pressure never ceased to keep on squeezing down as you approached such compelling energy. Though you persevered until you fell onto your knees. You performed a bow, he was there, you knew it, somehow, and began to recite a prayer to enter in a meditative trance. You claimed it as energy, as anybody could feel such presence from up close. Asserting you would hear a voice; have a vision even. But you felt an enormous hand reach to pinch around your chin and cheeks just before entering your trance. 

Your eyes shot wide open, and nothing could prepare you for such a sight you were to behold. Four red eyes gazed upon you before the lower two inspected the surroundings, though the ‘normal’ ones kept themselves locked to your face. 

His big and tattooed face could make anybody outcry a bloody scream or faint on sight, however you remained planted frozen in place. 

“Where am I?” he asked, his low voice agitating you by its authoritarian sway.

You mustered whatever courage you kept tucked inside you to diligently answer this ‘thing’, “The once holy shrine where they worshiped Lord Sukuna Ryomen.”

“Hmm,” he seemed pleased by your answer, though this was not his only question. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“Sukuna’s oracle.” you whispered, still locked in his gaze until he let out a laugh. Once ceased Sukuna gaze fixed itself on you again this time in a deep examination of your figure and face. 

“How can such a pretty thing be my oracle?” ‘oracle’, the code name used for sacrifice, “Such a pity…but I know how to make good use of you.”

The air began to feel heavy around you, somehow making you daze and sway. His crimson irises and his sharp smile toyed with your heartstrings; he looked terrifying though nonetheless charming. “Do you wish to serve me?”

How could you refuse, the strange allure impregnating the air took reign over your decisions. “With all my heart, my lord.”

“Come,” his grip on your face loosened yet never strayed away from your skin. He led you to inch closer to him, slower and slower until you had to shift while resting on his large lap. 

You wore a white dress that fell to your ankles with buttons on the front of which Sukuna’s fingertips began to rip button for button. His third and fourth hand slipped under and was pleased to find out you wore nothing under as he kneads at the flesh of your hips. 

Heat between your legs pooled as the anticipation and daze rised. Suddenly you gasped as a hot wet thing lapped at your cunt. You had not observed the fiend very well, but it appeared he had been summoned naked and had a peculiar mouth running along his torso, though you caught a glimpse of some robes nearby. It was explicit he was not wearing one as you felt a large, thick thing bud at your back. 

“Such smooth skin,” he started, trailing his enormous hands through the now exposed skin of your chest and trailing his fingertips to your nipples. “Are your lips the same?”

“You’re more than welcome to feel for yourself, my lord…use me.” words that dripped out of your mouth were thrown out due to the heat of the moment. However, they came from the deepest places of your psyche as you let out a fraction of your desires out in the open. 

And Sukuna did not hesitate to tie his lips to yours in a hungry manner. It had been over a thousand years since he had walked the land, he was going to seize the opportunity to have you as his. That is until he became tired of you. 

His belly tongue’s tip began to nudge and circle around your clit, rubbing it around and stimulating it until coursing is way to your entrance and digging itself inside. His other tongue teased your own in such heated kisses, roaming and getting to know the manner of your touch and taste. 

Your hips circled around his belly tongue and your moans increased in volume, Sukuna wanted to hear you in your full splendor. Leaving your lips, you whined but was soon subdued as he went down to your neck and shoulder blades.

He did not want to waste a second, after all he had been put to rest for some thousand years or so, but who's counting? Certainly not him, as he took his sweet time to stretch your pussy out with his lower tongue. 

"Feels s-soo good, lord ah~" you felt along his big body, not knowing which place to hold onto. But your fingernails dug deep in his whichever flesh they grasped on. "More~ need you."

Though you were shy in to moving your hips to please yourself, you desperately wanted to induce some friction of your own. Sukuna could tell the desperation in your restraint movements.

"What is it that you're waiting for my dear, hmm?" His words traveled to you low and slow, his hot breath circling around your frame. "You shy?"

He grinned as he taunted you, revealing his sharp canine teeth, enhancing the true horror that he is. "Let us fix that."

One of Sukuna's large hands wrapped itself around your small neck. Pressing onto the sides and blocking the arteries that lead oxygen, or the only thing that kept you sane at the moment. Your vision began to blur as your senses numbed out, leading for your subconscious desires to reign over.

As the fear and shyness decreased the intensity of the movement of your hips increased, rutting yourself against the fiends lower tongue you babbled how you wished more of him.

You whine while sensing the tip of one of his cocks tap at your entrance. One last lap at your pussy and Sukuna found solace inside you. He was not coy in revealing his deep moans to you, as you moaned alongside him as if you both were chanting a similar symphony. And he had not felt the touch of a woman for at least two thousand years., He's allowed to do more than just moan.

An indent began to appear on your lower stomach as he buried himself deep. You felt so full of him, as if all your 'chastity' and devotion was worth the sacrifice. Though your human nature is to be greedy and desire to have more. His lower dick slapped against your back while Sukuna fucked himself with you.

Your hands reached at your back to stroke him, teasing and fondling in the tip in a sloppy manner. "Want! I-ah!"

The demon-like figure chuckled and buried two thick fingers to satiate your needs while stretching you out more and more as a means for you to take his other dick.

"What will you do to stay with me?" Sukuna started as he lifted you in the air as if you were the lightest feather and depriving you of any further carnal sin.

"My lord!" you squeal in displeasure. You thought on his mean demeanor as you stroked along his muscular arm that was closest to your face. He squeezed further around your neck, waiting for a definite answer. "Anything- hgn!"

Finally appeased with an appropriate answer he lowered you backdown, yet now fulfilling your truest desire of having all of him. Thrusting his two cocks inside of you he delved in the blissfulness your slick walls felt around him. As well as finally having a loyal companion in this new era.

The first woman he had in a millennium, with a body that drove him mad, with such devotion that at the mention of carrying his offsprings it might make her stay by his side till the end of her— your life.

Lord Sukuna had not emerged from the shrine he currently resided in. It had been a solid two days since you had been escorted to be his offering. To replenish his energy and strength, to become once more the almighty being he was always destined to be. Even if it meant he’d rip you apart, limb from limb and feast on your mangled body. 

Geto had placed watchers at a safe distance around the shrine to notify him immediately once he surfaced. The lack of response or movement around the area bubbled a fuming discontent on the leader. 

He had mourned you for the first few hours of your departure, you were his favorite doll, his pretty little lamb. How could he not? There was a void filling deep within him from such absence, your pleasurable words resonated around him, and your delectable touches on his skin began to ghost throughout his flesh in that lonely night he had to give you up for the greater good. 

But as time flew by, suspicion and dissatisfaction started to eat away Geto’s mind as no concrete response was ever given to him. It pestered his psyche once the dawning realization that the ritual might as well not work at all made the man grow wary. 

He had tricked foolish minds into desecrating and summoning an ancient and malevolent fiend into the physical world. Something that was still to date, illegal in the country. What if you had figured it out, that this was not a community, built for good and benevolent things, but instead a malignant cult? Was it that you ran straight to a police station as you found out your divine purpose was all a facade? 

No. It cannot be it would have been a shit fest of cops and news anchors by now. And the people surrounding would have notified Geto immediately if you had left the shrine at any time. Something was off and Geto was forced to investigate, get to the bottom of it and resolve whatever went wrong; right. 

So, there he stood right outside the devil's den, ominous and deadly as ever. But he knew how fiends worked, so there was no trembling limb overcoming his body as he entered the old building.

The wooden floor creaked beneath his weight with every step he took further in. He resumed the trail he had previously taken the day of the ritual. The same one he took you through. Geto had an inkling you had not moved from where he previously left you. 

Sure enough, as he approached the central room of the shrine, voices could be heard; muffled and in a low volume. The holes, ‘claw’ marks and pieces of wood peeking from the walls and floor meant something happened. 

With heavy, rushed footsteps Geto approached where the voices came from. The sight he was witnessing was the last thing he would have ever thought of. Sukuna had finally manifested into the material world; however, he was finding solace in you. More specifically inside you. 

Geto stood there frozen, observing how the fiend he desperately tried to summon, fuck his favorite disciple. He felt taken aback by how you moaned his name, the way your skin welcomed his touch and how your cunt swallowed his length enthusiastically as you sat on him. 

Sukuna’s tummy tongue ran itself along your spine as his other one licked around your neck, intensifying the pleasure he provided you. Two of his four hands groped around your tits while occasionally pinching and tugging at your perked nipples as the other two held at your hips while one of his cocks pistoned themselves into your pussy.

His other cock, placed lower than the one inside you, rubbed on your puffed out clit. Your brain was disconnected to reality for some time now, only thinking of the fiend using you. 

Sukuna had marked you in every way, the most prominent to the eye being as bite marks. Geto trailed his eyes through all of the scattered indentations left by Sukuna across your back, fuming with jealousy. It should have been him, but before he could step forward, he felt something drip out of his neck. He reached out to it, hoping it would be water or sweat, though he saw a blooming maroon color stain his fingertips. And he saw yet another familiar crimson looks with a devilish grin, though now it was through the fiend he so desperately tried to summon right before he collapsed to the floor.

You did not hear nor felt a presence in front of you drop dead at all. Your full attention was on Sukuna and only Sukuna. And he was only focused on you and weakening havoc in humanity…later.

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[martian-astro]

With the whole Kolkata doctor case going on right now, I have realised just how STUPID people are. I know a lot of GIRLS doing mbbs, and these GIRLS are posting shit like "it's important to remember that not all men are like this, times may be tough but it's important to respect BOTH men and women" and like....... I'm so done. This is not the time to talk about this, LEARN TO READ THE FUCKING ROOM. You never see a group of women rape a boy like this- (Nirbhaya, junko furuta and MANY OTHERS), women in general, have almost never displayed this level of cruelty. It hurts so bad because it's not the boys but the girls posting this shit and it's just so disappointing. I mean, gosh, women are so....... weird. I know that they're socially conditioned and blah blah but we have so much information available nowadays, fucking READ, how hard is it. I feel like everyone needs to start reading research papers on a regular basis, that will really teach you how to read and reach logical conclusions based on that. You know, how you play sudoku and do Crosswords to keep your brain active, it's similar to that. Reading all this smut and watching 30 sec reels have ROTTED people's brain, like I do that too, but there's a limit. How can you do a degree like mbbs and have that level of intelligence, like.... unbelievable bro

[izurusstuff]

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message from izurusstuff: hello, lovelies <3 i woke up today and immediately ran to tumblr because of an amazing thought i had >:) it’s inspired by @goddess-of-green’s teacher nagito smut, i highly recommend you check their’s out because it’s awesome and lives in my mind rent free. also this is 18+ only, minors do NOT interact!!! and everyone’s legal age. also there’s spoilers for the danganronpa 3 anime and ending of goodbye despair, so read with caution if you don’t want spoilers

summary: You’re a student at the University of Tokyo a couple years after The Tragedy. The whole ordeal inspired you to become a psychology major with a minor in ethics. It’s your senior year at the university— you only have a semester left until graduation. Everything was perfect until this point, but your high-level ethics professor makes it hard to keep up your perfect grades. Fed up, you confront him, which leads to… something special ;)

A+ (Teacher!Izuru Kamukura x Fem!Reader Smut)

It’s another day in class towards the end of the semester. Finals are quickly approaching, and your stoic teacher is handing your papers back at the end of class. For some reason, he just wouldn’t give out A’s in his class. Your perfect 4.0 GPA was going to be brought down by this right before you graduated! You grew tired of his antics. Of course, it didn’t really tick you off until you spent days without sleep trying to finish your paper. Every other source told you that it was amazing and captivating.

But you got a B+, an 89.9

You were basically fuming at that point. It was obvious Professor Kamukura wasn’t going to admit that your paper deserved an A. Rage boiled through your body. Your nostrils flared and your knuckles tightened. You stared into your professors eyes with pure anger. He wouldn’t admit it, but your reaction wasn’t boring to him. He was used to boredom. His eyebrow ever so slightly raised at you, which only pissed you off more.

Without breaking any eye contact, you ripped up your 30 page paper in front of him and slammed it on his desk. Oh boy, he did not know what he was signing up for when he messed with the valedictorian’s perfect GPA.

“Can I help you?” He scoffed.

His apathy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With your fists balled up, you took a deep breath and let it OUT.

“Is it your mission in life to make everyone miserable? Is it because you got used by your school to become a human weapon? Why the FUCK do you have to be so condescending?! Do you KNOW how hard I worked to be here?! DO YOU?! If you hate people sooo much and you’re always bored by them, why did you take the job here? It’s not like you’re the best of the best! I can name thousands of people who’d be a better teacher for this job than you are… so why do you think you’re hot shit? You’re not… you’re a hurt little boy with some weird complex a-and you’re RUINING everything… so what the fuck is your problem, Kamukura?!”

Holy shit. Your response had him speechless for a brief second. He had to compose himself before staring you down and giving a response. However, you weren’t even CLOSE do being done…

“Your paper was bori-”

“Boring? Yeah, I fucking KNOW! Everything’s boring to you! But I am NOT letting your stubborn ass ruin my perfect GPA, do you understand?! What would capture your attention? Writing my paper on Junko Enoshima? Chiaki Nanami? Ooh I know! How about Hajime Hinata!”

Ouch. The last name really struck a nerve with Izuru. He actually felt a sense of sadness; something he hasn’t felt since he watched Chiaki’s final moments. Kamukura simply walked away, the nerve!

“Oh, you think I’m DONE with you?!”

“Doubtful.” He rolled his eyes, opening the classroom door for you. Huh, weird.

“I’m heading to my office. You can come with or continue your temper tantrum in here until the next class comes.”

You stood in shock for a moment. He was actually inviting you to his office…? I mean, it was in his own weird way, but it counted, right?

He walked in front of you without saying a word, only motioning to the door of his office.

Izuru’s office definitely didn’t fit him. There was a few coffee mugs, packets of chamomile tea, kawaii stuffed animals, a sword, etc. Were these all the gifts his former classmates gave him?

“Sit.”

You did as he said, looking around at everything in awe. Kamukura pulled out a folder than had your last name on it with copies of your old papers. You were utterly shocked he kept up with stuff like that.

“[L/N]. Your final semester here.”

“How did you-?”

“You’re valedictorian. I hear about you wherever I go.”

He… knew stuff about you? You were utterly shocked and dumbfounded. You thought you were just another boring face to him.

“I’ll say this one time and one time only. Your response to your grade impressed me. We both know that never happens.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess?”

“Don’t apologize. It takes away character.”

You looked at the floor and nodded as Professor Kamukura looked through your folder more. Surprisingly, it earned a few impressed eyebrow raises from him.

“Your papers have no mistakes. They’re merely boring to me. Except for your last one on the ethics of Hope’s Peak. For obvious reasons, I do not have any interest in reading a paper about the school that used me.”

Realization hit you, and you actually felt bad for him. It was the first time you did. You looked at the ground and nodded. Kamukura obviously picked up on your regret, which he rolled his eyes to and tapped on the desk to get your attention.

“Why are you remorseful? It’s just a grade. If you need an A that badly, I’ll change it.”

You shook your head. It nearly knocked him out of his seat in surprise.

“No. It’s because you’re still a person, which everyone forgets about. Including me.”

Your humanization of him really REALLY struck a nerve. But in a good way. The tone in the room shifted to a way more positive one, and you swear you saw his mouth turn into an ever so slight smile.

“Your response… was not what I was expecting, Y/N.”

He used your first name?! You jolted up to stare at him in utter disbelief.

“If you want to go, I won’t keep you.”

You shook your head. Neither of you knew what to say next. However, it seemed you two were truly seeing each other as humans. Not human experiment and student who only cared about her grades, but humans… and tension filled the air. Both of you stood up with Izuru locking his office door and backing you against the wall.

Your heart fluttered so incredibly fast. Just mere moments ago, you were about to square up with your teacher. Now you want nothing more than to hold him. Little did you know he felt the same about you.

His red eyes expressed a hint of worry behind them. You could tell he was concerned about hurting you or pressuring you into this.

With a deep breath, you closed the distance between you two and finally kissed him. You expected him to shove you away and call you boring, but his hands merely cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. You melted into it, completely forgetting that he was the reason you wouldn’t have a perfect GPA. But in that moment, you couldn’t care. You didn’t care that you were passionately kissing your teacher who has no emotion towards anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” Kamukura asked, not taking his eyes off your mouth. You could tell he wanted nothing more than you to stay with him.

“I’m sure…”

His mouth slightly widened into the barely visible smile he had before. He smiled into another kiss with you, pushing you up against the wall. Izuru obviously knew what you were thinking, but he didn’t want to make the first move out of respect (consent king). So, you took his hands and moved them down to the dip in your hips. He definitely got the memo.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded. The kisses got more rough, but he took his time with caressing your body. You loved the passion he was showing, but God you wanted him to hurry up.

Once he got to your chest, you took your shirt off, giving him an uncovered view of your chest. He was mesmerized by your body. Kamukura pulled you into yet another kiss, but this time it was by grabbing your ass. You were surprised by his strength, but then again, he WAS made to be impossibly strong…

While he was doing his own thing to you, you unbuttoned his shirt and watched it slide down his muscular arms. Holy shit. You weren’t expecting that. You should’ve, but you didn’t.

He softly chuckled, and that surprised both of you. Izuru removed his shirt, pulling you closer. You could feel each other’s body heat. You finally took off your bra and slid your skirt down. He took no time in reaching for your chest and caressing it. Meanwhile, you got his pants off. He led the two of you to his desk…

Kamukura laid you down and kissed down your body until he got to the line of your underwear. With a delicate touch, he took them off and put himself between your thighs, looking up at you with curiosity and lust. You whimpered, and that only made him more crazed.

He gently rubbed a finger up your slit, causing you to whimper yet again. You could see his smile through your half lidded gaze.

Finally he stuck a finger in. You gasped out in pleasure, and he slowly moved it in and out. You grabbed his hair and whimpered again. Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any more.

Kamukura removed his last article of clothing and slowly slid into you. Your hands grasped onto his toned back as your moans got louder with every inch he put in. He looked down at you, putting his hands underneath your back as he began his thrusting.

You heard his soft grunts, making you further crazed. You wrapped his legs around his torso and he sped up. The light of the hallway peeking in through his blinds gave his toned body a beautiful glow, and you were starstruck by it.

In an odd moment of wholesomeness, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead while he harshly thrusted into you. The duality, good lord.

Your whimpers and tightening drove him crazy. He sped up as fast as he could, causing his desk to shake. Even if someone heard you two, neither of you cared because of how good you both felt.

Even though it felt like seconds, moments passed before you tightened around him from finishing, therefore making him cum too. Both of you were unbelievably sweaty from the deed, and you laid on his desk staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll change your grade to an A.”

RAAAA THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE THINGS IVE EVER WRITTEN, SHOUKD I MAKE A PART TWO…

[cham0mil3-and-h0n3y]

Dont Get Caught

Characters - Servant!Nagito Komaeda x Reader Summary - Things get depraved while trying to escape from a crazed Servant Word Count - 1,802 Warnings - Smut, Servant being absolutely feral, Female Reader, The consent LOOKS dubious at first but shes into it trust guys, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Junko's hand is barely mentioned one time A/N - This used to be in first person lol, but uhh being fr I dunno where this came from I passed out and woke up with five pages idk.

Pain shoots through the soles of your feet as you tear through the halls as fast as you can, the sound of chains rattling accompanies a sick, twisted laugh echoing out from behind.

 "Ahaahahah~ Oh dear! Do you really think you can run from me?! How mistaken you are. " A chill shoots through your body at those words, distracting you, causing you to trip over your feet and go tumbling to the floor. "Ow! Damn it!" you yelp, your ankle throbbing with pain as you scramble back up to your feet. Your escape slowed. "Uh-oh! Looks like someone’s not as lucky as they thought they were!" Your pursuer chuckles darkly.

Gritting your teeth, you limp past door after door, finally finding one that’s unlocked rushing inside and turning the locking mechanism behind you as your eyes skittishly search the room for a hiding spot. There! That might work! you think wildly, diving underneath a table covered with cloth, body shaking as your ears prick up at the door handle rattling, someone panting heavily behind it. The noise stops and relief washes over your body, but at the soft, unmistakable clinking noise of a key, your stomach drops. With a click, the door creaks open.

You can hear the footsteps of "Servant", as he prefers to be called, creeping closer and closer, his deceptively softened voice murmurs, echoing dreadfully in your ears. "Aww come on dearest~ won’t you come out and play?" He coos, trying to lure you out into the open. 

Your eyes never leave the shadowy outline of his body behind the thin sheet of fabric, stalking the room, occasionally bending down or lifting things in search of your person. Small sounds of disappointment leave his mouth every time he’s wrong. The chain around his neck rattled softly with each movement. 

After a few minutes, his eyes land on the table you’re hiding under.

Your lungs burn as you hold your breath, careful not to make a sound as he slowly creeps over, inspecting the table but never moving the cloth. Your whole body was trembling so hard you were almost certain he could hear your shaking. With a dissatisfied sigh, he turns on his heel and starts to slink away from the table. Closing your eyes, you let out a gasp of relief, foolishly believing he had left. Suddenly you feel a strong grip around the protruding bony knobs of your ankle and within seconds you’re dragged out from under the table, Servant pinning you roughly to the floor, a crazed expression of victory and desire plastered on his face. 

As you tremble underneath his grip he leans down, locking his longing eyes on your shaking form. His warm breath sends shivers through your body as he leans further and whispers into your ear, "So what now Angel?" Your wide eyes slowly soften as he patiently waits for an answer.

Your response comes in the form of your lips curling upward, bestowing him with a shaky smile. You suck in a breath as an animalistic look fills his eyes, followed by a far too-wide grin before his mouth slams onto your own, immediately overtaking your tongue with the fervor of a lunatic, all the while he practically tears your clothes off. He only pauses his assault on your lips to help your still-shaky hands remove his ragged sweater, revealing the sallow expanse of his pale skin. You take particular care to avoid pulling \his striped glove off along with his sleeves, the both of you keen on keeping the knit hiding the rotting piece of Enoshima firmly on.

 His hungry eyes trail over your now-exposed body. Heat flushing your face and somewhere much lower as he starts biting and sucking along your throat harshly, reddish-purple marks blooming on the delicate skin of your neck in his wake, marking you as his and his alone.

 Moans of pleasure and pain tremble in the air past your chapped lips as he moves lower, his large hands lightly scratching down your sides and then trailing off to grip your thighs harshly. "God... you look so fucking hot spread out for me like this, darling," he moans, burying his face into the swells of your chest, nipping and sucking at one of the sensitive pink buds while the other hangs free, bouncing in tempo with the movement of his head dipping to latch onto your nipples. Quiet moans slip out of your mouth as you gaze upon the depraved sight of Servant sucking on your tits like a whiny baby, alternating between each side in an effort to give both his undivided attention. 

Your core was hot and dripping from the feeling, but craving more. And as if he could read your mind your eyes widen as I watch him nestle between your legs, spreading them out farther. Even though you had a front-row seat to his minstrations Shock still shot through you as he swiped his index finger through the slick heat between your thighs. "H-huh! Wait, what are you-" You don't get the privilege of finishing your question as Servant quickly thrusts one of his long fingers into your throbbing cunt. Pistoning it in and out at a frighteningly fast pace.

 "Mmph! I-it feels so good Servant!" Your mewls are music to his ears as he thrusts a second finger in, obscene squelching sounds accompanying your lustful melody filling the air. The white curls of his hair slip into his face as Servant lifts his head and soaks in the scene below him. The erection he has is so blatantly obvious as it strains against his grimy jeans that it looks painful, a thin line of saliva pooling in the corner of his mouth as he unconsciously grinds himself against the floor in erratic jerks. "Angel, you feel so- so good on my fingers like that…" he whines softly, his tone not at all matching the ferocity he’s finger-fucking you with, your hips twitching upward violently whenever he presses into that spongy spot your own smaller fingers could never dream of reaching on their own.

 He slows down and pulls his fingers out of you, a dissatisfied whimper dragging out of your mouth as the sensation of pleasure dissipates and is replaced with frustrating emptiness. Servant, however, wraps his mouth around his dripping fingers and sucks. An absolutely salacious moan erupting from him as he licks his fingers clean, "Sweets aren’t usually something I enjoy... but you taste divine dearest..." he breathes in a low tone that makes you clench around nothing while he uses his free hand to unzip his overly tight jeans and rip them off, taking the boxers with them. 

The groan that escapes Servant as his twitching cock is finally released sends a fresh bolt of arousal to your core. The sight of the poor thing leaking fat pearls of pre and flushed an angry red member made your cunt practically ache for it.  With one look at your huffy breathing, and wide eyes fixed upon him Servant’s restraint snaps. His eyes swirling with lust darken as he grabs your hips, and without warning, slams himself fully inside you. Bottoming out. A sharp sting shoots through you with each of his thrusts, slowly fading into rolling waves of satisfaction. "A-Aaah! S-Servant Mmph! Wait-" Your wailing cut off once again,  the pain and pleasure of being fucked so mercilessly blended your senses in a way only Servant could accomplish.

 "Y-You feel so good inside me!" Your voice keens. And as he picks up the pace, sharp, deranged laughter melds in with moans spilling uncontrollably from his mouth. A chill goes up your spine but you instinctively wrap your legs around him anyway, giving him better and –more importantly– deeper access into your gushing cunt. Your nails claw red lines into his pale back as your body reacts, hips rolling in time with his, the pain melting into overwhelming pleasure.

"Yeah? Yeah! God, please don’t s- stop talking! " he snarls into your shoulder as his head falls to bury his face back into your skin as he loses himself in the ecstasy of you, hips snapping faster and faster as your cry out nearly reaching the release you both had been chasing.

 " Servant- Ah! Please, please never stop!" your voice breaks as you moan out for him, all while he growls and keens like a starved animal. "More! Aha- Keep going!" he demands, Wrenching one of your legs over his deceptively frail shoulder, letting him rut deeper. You shriek now that he’s hitting that spot, the feeling of his spasming cock almost too much for you to take as you dangle on the precipice of finishing.

 "S-so good! I-I’m almost there- Ahh! Please-" Your words falter as the walls of your greedy cunt flutter around him, moans ripping from your throat almost as fast as he’s slamming his hips into you. Servant slows just a fraction and purrs sadistically sweet into your ear, "Please what?" He asks, almost innocently, innocent except for the look of pure crazed desire on his face.

 "Please fuck me till all I can remember is you! Aaah! Fuck me until I’m absolutely mindless!"  You beg shamelessly, your release practically dangling from a frayed thread clutched between his lithe fingers. "Perfect darling…" he praises, and in a matter of seconds, the starved, crazed part of him returns and his brutal pace along with it. Slamming into you rougher than before. "A-angel I’m going to- Nnghh!" Servant gritted his teeth, thrusting faster and faster.

Words finally abandon you as you moan and writhe without abandon, back arching and thighs trembling as stars blind you. Your body convulses with the force behind your orgasm, waves of pleasure and relief crashing into you as your mouth drops open in babbling and incoherent whimpering. Servant finishes next, the pace and rhythm of his thrusts becoming disoriented as the heat building in him reaches its boiling point and he spills over, his cock twitching and throbbing as cum shoots out of it, filling the confines of your cunt and gushing out of it, dripping down your thighs and the floor beneath your bodies. 

"Mmm, you were so good for me Angel..." Servant collapses onto you, his head resting upon your chest as you lean into his warmth. “Thank you." He whispers weakly against the bruising skin of your hickey-lined neck, snuggling closer into the warmth of your plush body. You sigh content and high on your afterglow as you nuzzle against his milky skin, uncaring of the dirt that marred his complexion, "Mmhm..." You can barely hm a response, but he seems more than satisfied and pulls you in closer. Each of your quickly beating hearts slow to the rhythm of unconsciousness as you fall asleep like dogs together on the floor.

[carnyreborn]

Comparing sizes. Junko organizes a contest between Makoto, Hajime and Shuishi, knowing fullwell that Makoto will win by far, with the three boys girlfriends as judges.

Ask by @thepokemanik

TW: NTR

Junko knew what she was doing. After all, this is a big moment for her and for the boys. In a big competition, the winner will get... something special from her. Or so she has told them. Of course, the girls who are the judges know the truth. They are there to find the best dick possible, and whatever else happens, happens. So, of course, the three boys are posed side to side, wearing very thick pants to cover up what they're packing.

"Heh, I'll go first, as your senpai!" Hinata takes the lead, walking forward and pulling his pants down... revealing a pathetic 3 inch dick. The girls stay silent, he thinks he is massive thanks to Chaki's many lies, which the gamer girl never even fully known they were lies! She just thought dicks couldn't get much bigger than that.

Shuichi ends up walking ahead next, thinking that 'hey, better get this done sooner'. "W-Well..." He pulls his own pants down, with Junko coming ahead for another measurement... with him being even smaller than Hajime. 2.5 inches. He is slightly thicker than Hinata's, but they are comparing for length. That only makes Hinata feel even smugger than beforehand, thinking he has this in the bag. Makoto is such a tiny little dude, such a pathetic guy there's no way he is packing anything worth while!

The girls are silent, until Kirigiri hides her mouth behind her hands. But her laughter is clear as day. She is finding it hilarious and the reason is quickly shown as Makoto steps ahead and without speaking pulls down his pants.

And fucking hell, it's not even a fight.

They were packing 2.5 and 3 inches... while Makoto has a foot long, while soft. Oh sure, they are soft too, but Shuichi's and Hajime's hard dick is barely bigger than their soft sausages. While Makoto's... well, that is a big thing with him too. He is somehow, both a shower and a grower~!

Which Kirigiri knows very well.

"Shit, I was going to have a whole speech and try to find the biggest stud, and maybe do some humiliating words... but the result is clear! Don't you say so, girls~?" Junko asks, the girls in different states. Kyoko knew Makoto was the biggest one around. As for Chiaki and Kaede, they are silent... until Kaede can't hold back.

"Please let me suck your cock!" She begs, as Chiaki also jumps ahead, the two girls going crazy for that massive shaft. "Oh yeah, boys~!" Junko gets in the way of the two guys, as two massive metal hands come around and grab them, keeping them in place, forcing them all to watch the lewd cheating. "Here's the prize for the winner... the girlfriends of the two losers~! Too bad~!" She finishes with a wink, as she and Kyoko walk back to their favourite stud.

Usually, Makoto needs luck to win, but in relation to his sexual prowess... there's no need to be lucky.

[hopeful-sluts]

Astral energy or whatever yatta yatta sense that a new time of lewd is comming! Welcome!

A simple to start, Shuichi gets ready and enters hopes peak for his very first day! Making some heads from the prettiest girls he ever meet turn at the sight of his cute face, massive femboy butt (optional) and looking small but actually massive bulge-donk (optional, I quite like dick shock and size surprise, so having bulge looks small but dicks massive is a stuff I do)

But before any can go and meet him more personnaly, the ultra famous queen of the school junko comes in the lewdest attire imaginable, call him big bro and pull him in a closet with her for a ultra sloppy lewd make out session (and her own plowing)

Shuichi was finally starting to feel proud of himself, finally making it into a school like Hope’s Peak was a dream come true for the detective! Even if he was quite embarrassed over the amount of stares he was receiving from girls eyeing him up and down especially his rear end. Before he knew it however right in front of him was none other than Junko Enoshima herself!

“Hey Big Bro~! Why don’t you come follow me this way?”

“H-Huh?! Wait where’re we-“

Before he could even respond the next thing he knew was that the two were in a very tight closet with his face pushed right up against her massive rack, before they started a deep sensual kiss.

“God you have such a cute face, Shuichi~! And now let’s get to the exciting part~”

Junko said while licking her lips before being shocked by a massive cock popping out, causing her heart to skip a beat! She had not expected that at all.

It was a few hours before the two left after that had happened… however many that passed by could have sworn they heard clapping sounds as the two soon walked out disheveled. Shuichi was going to be just fine here.