#he is not obedient he is not shutting his mouth and affirming with his head because a racist person expect him to

[thisismyworldyeah]

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[kurooh]

“ow! did you just pull my hair again?”

“denki, please. that didn’t hurt and you know it.”

“it does hurt,” he insists with a pout, crossing his legs tightly. denki maintains his whiny tone, going so far as to jerk his head to the side so you can’t give him the kiss he not-so-secretly craves.

“let’s see if it does,” you whisper, voice low and smooth. like a wrung out sponge, his mouth loses all moisture and he gasps like a fish until you tug on his hair, closing the distance between you. golden blond strands tangle further around your fingers, your grip tightening sporadically.

a whimper slips past denki’s lips and you swallow it eagerly, humming an affirmative sound into his mouth. the bruising kiss deepens, and the warmth in your tummy ignites into something that burns—the little air between your foreheads sparks electrically before he collapses into you with a sigh. your hand is now lost in denki’s hair, nails scratching along his scalp and eventually settling on the crown of his head.

“baby,” he whines, voice caught in his throat as he grabs at your hips, “need to taste you.”

“aw, denki,” you coo, leaning in to tuck your face into his neck. your cheeks burn with arousal, shockwaves of excitement shooting right between your legs at his simple words. his fingers fidget with the waistband of your underwear, and he bites back a groan when you spread your legs.

“d-don’t make me cum just yet, i haven’t even gotten your clothes off.”

“get to it, then,” you giggle, tugging his hair back and then pushing his head down. he moves with you easily, letting out a soft moan when your thighs are finally on either side of his head.

ever the tease, denki flattens his tongue and licks your cunt over the thin fabric of your panties. he can hear your breath hitch in your throat and taste your soaking sweetness through the cloth; his gold eyes roll back blissfully and he draws out the tease with a small smile.

“ah, ah—take ‘em off, denki.”

the firmness in your voice coupled with the harsh yank on his hair function as motivation to get him listening obediently. looking upwards, denki can see your pleased nods as he moves his mouth lower, his breath coming in steamy puffs against your fluttering cunt. at last, the panties are pulled to the side and he’s able to admire you fully—folds slick with honeyed desire, pussy clenching eagerly.

more saliva pools on his tongue when he finally leans in, experimentally licking an upwards stripe. you taste better than all of his favorite candies; he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your body wash and letting his eyes focus intently on you.

“well, denki?” you ask impatiently, nails prodding against his scalp lightly. it’s a little embarrassing to be all spread out with him staring wildly, and he thankfully lets out a pleased hum before pushing forward. the tip of his nose bumps against your swelling clit and presses against it hard when he devotes himself to devouring you.

“f-fuck, jus’ like that,” you manage, swallowing hard and willing your hips to remain still. “denki!”

he loses himself in you, his eyes fluttering shut so he can savor you without any distractions—that is until something sharp presses into his scalp.

oh, well. it’s no matter, that sharp thing is probably your nail and an accident; but the sting comes again, accompanied with an unpleasant yank on his hair that definitely takes a few clumps away with it.

“denki!” you gasp, hand rushing to his shoulder to shake it insistently. he looks up excitedly, wondering if you’ll break the news that you’re about to cum for him. “denki, wake up!”

his eyes snap open and he looks around blearily, about to ask a question before the words are torn from his throat and replaced with a shriek.

“ow ow ow! stop pulling my hair!”

“i’m trying to get the bubblegum out!” you argue, combing over a particularly sensitive section. the teeth of the comb sharply graze over his scalp and he whines unhappily, swatting your hands away. “no, i’m almost done.”

“god,” denki mutters in annoyance. “how’d i even fall asleep with you giving me bald spots?”

“i don’t know,” you huff, looking over his shoulder with a hand on your hip. the aggravated look on your face dissipates when you look past his face, and he follows your eyes to his boner. “denki, are you actually hard?”

“well, yes!” he bursts out, cheeks flushing darkly as he crosses his legs immediately. “whatever, just get back to getting the gum out of my hair.”

[toruro]

hihi ok so i have a request

hear me out lol

so like svt caring for u /taking you home when u go out w friends to a gathering or something and accidentally eat an edible which has u on mars and u don’t know what to do

kinda funny, kinda soft, kinda idk srry

svt + when you're high

a/n: hi anon! i didn't write individual scenarios because i couldn't think of such different and long scenarios for all thirteen of them but i wrote a few and assigned members to them, so i hope that works! anyways i LOVED this prompt LFMAO? this lwk reminds me of the first time i had an edible and i was like.., ok this isn't working and then i ate more and then it felt like i elevated to the subspace so ngl all of these might just be self inserts.

tags/warnings: recreational marijuana use

w/c: 1.1k

seungcheol, wonwoo, jihoon

he notices you cuddle closer to his side as you and your guys' friends gather by the fireplace, but doesn't think anything of it until he hears you giggling a little too much at a joke he thinks you normally wouldn't find very funny. he’d look down at you and when you look up at him with those dopey eyes he knows something’s up. looking down at the plate on your lap his eyes would widen as he realizes that you ate the edibles. he’d curse himself for not letting you know earlier that they were edibles but realizes that there’s no point in sulking over that now. he would definitely excuse the both of you and take you home but as he tries to get you into the car you’d be incredibly stubborn. “baby get into the car.” you’d literally stomp your feet and shake your head. “no!” he would get slightly irritated, but the look on your face is just so cute that he’s finding it difficult to stay strict. “baby please.” you’d go back and forth for ages, and at some point he thinks he might pull out his hair. safe to say that the next time you’re out with friend, he keeps a close eye on you.

jeonghan, minghao, vernon, chan

he notices you're high right away because you're making zero fucking sense when you speak. like you'll be talking, acting like everything's normal, but then he'd actually listen to what you're saying and you would just be...saying words, not sentences. he would kind of go blank for a second wondering when the hell this happened because you didn't mention anything about wanting to get high tonight, but when he notices the empty plate with a few brownie crumbs left in your hand, he'd put two and two together and figure that you hadn't done this intentionally. he would be slightly upset that no one (himself included) let you know that they were edibles, frowning to himself as he dragged you to the car. you'd get in obediently, still running off your mouth with what nonsense you were going on about earlier, and at some point while driving home, he just really needs you to shut up so he can focus on the gps. he'd pull over so he can reach over to hold your hand, pleading, "babe, please, i love you but i really need you to be quiet. i can't focus on the road." your eyes would well up with tears and he winces as he realizes that he might have just set off a ticking bomb. "you don't wanna hear me talk?" you'd ask quietly voice wavering as he sighs. he'd spend another 15 minutes just trying to convince you that he loves talking to you, he just doesn't want to two of you to die from a car crash.

joshua, jun, mingyu

he's be slightly confused when you go up to him, wide-eyed asking him if he thinks you look pretty tonight because while he knows you love words of affirmation, you usually don't ask for it in social settings. when he'd answer, "of course i think you look pretty," you'd pout and huff and then repeat the question. he'd look at you confused, asking you if you're okay because you're usually not like this. his eyes would flicker around you and your surroundings and that's when he sees the little candy bag that definitely wasn't filled with normal gummies in them. literally will snatch the bag away from you, groaning when he sees it empty. assuming the worst, he would excuse the two of you and take you to the bathroom to talk to you. "how many d'you eat?" you'd give him a funny look. "how many of what?" you'd look so innocent he wants to melt, but he holds up his firm exterior. "the gummies, baby, how many?" you tap your chin funnily before saying, "maybe...one—no wait, like five—honestly i don't know! they were kinda yummy." he sighs, "baby they were edibles." you look at him kind of dumbly. "and? they tasted good." he'd just look at you for a few moments trying to decide what to do with you before piling you into his car to take you home as you run off his ears about how much you love cookies. he wouldn't have the heart to tell you to shut up, because he honestly finds it super cute, but he'd also try his best to keep an eye on you constantly.

soonyoung, dokyeom, seungkwan

he's the life of the party and he honestly thrives in crowds, so when you feel yourself swaying side to side a little, you aren't sure if you should go up to him and interrupt whatever he's got going on, or just sit tight and hope for the best. of course, right now, you aren't in your right mind and the thought of him being annoyed with you for interrupting him sends you spiraling, although you know it's a very unlikely situation. you kind of just sit in the corner and talk with one of your friends until she has to leave and you start feeling unbearably lonely and finally end up marching up to your boyfriend who's having a conversation with a group. when he notices you by his side, he greets you with a smile, "hey baby." wrapping an arm around you, you try to not get lost in the racing thoughts of your mind, saying, "can we go?" he turns to look at you, a little confused. "is everything alright?" your breath would hitch and you'd feel tears well up in your eyes for no reason. you can't really control it, but him wouldn't understand what's going on and be concerned. "are you mad at me?" you blurt out, not being able to stop yourself. "no—babe, what's going on?" he'd ask, pulling you away from the group to talk to you in a hallway. "baby," you'd whine, "i think i ate an edible and now i don't know what to do." his gaze would soften and he'd laugh a little at your tears—he's not laughing at your sorrow, he just knows that you get emotional when you're high and that this wasn't what he was expecting. "okay baby," he says, taking your hand, "let's go." you turn to look at the other people, "but what about your frie—" he cuts you off, "they don't matter. all i care about right now is you."

[chxrrysangel]

Dazing Out

Pairing | Geto Suguru x Reader

Warnings | MINORS DNI, face fucking, cum swallowing, Sugu is one horny bastard and very lovesick, dom!geto, he definitely whimpers, praise and degradation

Words | 1,112 words

Summary | Sugu is jealous of a lollipop

Notes | This is absolutely 100% entirely motivated by my own interests and I can’t say otherwise bc I’d be lying. Also Anata is a Japanese term of endearment, similar to darling or sweetheart.

Only two words stuck out to Geto during your conversation.

Oral fixation.

It took a moment to register, but soon his heart was pounding in his ears as all sound ceased to be registered. Eyes glazing over, your pretty lips wrapped around his tip was the only thing on his mind.

Too caught up in your own world, your boyfriend’s lack of attention was completely lost on you. Watching your glossy pout suck on a lollipop for comfort, Sugu never thought he’d ever find himself jealous of candy of all things.

And yet, here he was sporting a raging erection whilst you chatted to him about your day.

It wasn't until you asked for his input that you realized he hadn't heard a word. His eyes were glossed over, staring but not looking. Shutting your mouth, you waited for him to notice but he didn't.

"Sugu?" Silence came and went. Your tongue swiveled around the head of the candy and his eyes nearly crossed. It was only made worse by the light pink coloring, bearing a striking resemblance to his own tip.

"Fuck...", he muttered under his breath.

Waving a hand in front of his face, Geto finally came back down to earth. And you were not happy. The lollipop laid in your cheeks, your lips in a thin line to show your annoyance.

"Yes anata?"

"Oh fuck off! What did I just say Sugu?" He pondered for a moment, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse that didn't include the truth. He stared at you for a few seconds, debating his next move. But then you crossed your arms, your breasts nearly spilling out of your top and he broke.

Without answering your question, he moved close enough to leave only a sliver a space between your bodies. Even sitting, he towered over you. Much to your dismay, he pulled the lollipop from your mouth and dragged with sticky sweet orb across your lips.

"This fucking mouth. I can't get over these lips."

Any anger you had disipated at his words, your mind losing its ability to concentrate. He sucked on your bottom lip, pulling you into his orbit but refusing to grant a kiss.

"You're a tease Sugu." A deep, almost terrifying chuckle erupted from his throat.

"Oh and you're not?" His large hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you square onto his lap as he sunk deeper into the couch. From this angle, you could feel his erection on your thigh.

"Oh.." He hummed in response, using your body to chase his own pleasure by rubbing his length against you.

"Oral fixation. That's all I've been thinking about."

He was so easy it would be embarrassing, only if you weren’t flattered by how obsessed he was.

“Yeah?”

He affirmed your question absentmindedly, grinding against your thighs in a desperate search for relief. He needed you, now.

“On your knees, baby.”

Your knees fell to the plush carpet, sinking into the soft fabric as you waited.

You watched intently as he pulled his pants and boxers down, the fabric pooling around his ankles as his cock sprung free. The tip was already leaking, mesmerizing you as pure carnal desire ignited your skin. Moving closer, you ignored all demands and gathered the precum on your tongue.

"And you say you're not a tease. So hungry for my cock that you don't even know how to act." He wasn't mad but entertained. You were as desperate as he was.

“Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

Obediently, you opened wide and waited for instruction. Geto wasn’t intent on a blowjob, not this time.

He grabbed the sides of your face firmly, guiding your mouth to take his length. Pearls of precum fell onto your tongue as he guided himself down your throat. There was little he loved more than watching your pretty eyes lose focus and brain go dumb for him.

“That’s it, nice and slow baby. Such a good girl for me.” You moaned at his praise, which quickly turned into a slight choke as his tip hit the back of your throat.

His favorite sound.

“Ready anata?”

You nodded as best as you could.

Slowly Geto began thrusting into your mouth, using you as a hole for his own pleasure. Once he felt you were adjusted, his thrusts became more forceful. Not once did he break eye contact, every moan and whimper on full display.

“Oh fu-fuck, I love this mouth. God I fucking love your mouth,” he cried. You could barely keep your eyes open, too caught up in the sounds of his pleasure and the heat coursing through your body. His balls slammed against your chin while he chased his orgasm, being spurred on by the sounds of your moans and choking around his shaft.

Suddenly he pulled back, string of spit splitting between the two of you. You pulled in as much air as you could manage, wanting to resume as quickly as possible. Your boyfriend looked at you with complete adoration, finding your messy state to be your cutest. It even turned him on more.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he responded while grinning. His hands resumed their place on your cheeks as he slid his cock back down your throat. In some ways it burned, but the pain was welcomed.

Geto was on the brink of orgasm, judging by the harshness of thrusts. He was like an animal in heat, so desperate to cum that all thoughts ceased to matter. The only that could be heard were his balls slapping against your skin as you gagged around him, watching with delight as he babbled out praises.

“Shit baby, you take you me so fucking well. Love it when you make a mess on my cock.” His thrusts matched the last few words, beginning to lose rhythm as his orgasm approached. He was going to cum very soon.

“I’m so, so close. Fuck! Want me to cum for you, sweet girl? Want me to dump my cum down your throat?” Unable to respond verbally, you moaned around his length.

“Yeah, you fucking do. You like being by cumslut, don’t you baby?”, he rasped, barely holding himself upright.

With only a few more slow thrusts, Geto was dumping his load down your throat, a whimpering mess as his vision and hearing began to waver. He pulled out, stray beads of cum and spit dripping onto your chest. He ignored it, only moving to wipe the spit from your mouth. You swallowed all of it, his softening length noticeably jumping as he watched. He dropped back to the couch, catching his breath whilst smiling at the mess he made.

“C’mere and give daddy a kiss,” he beckoned.

[girlygameofthrones]

Duty to the House

Description: Your brother Aemond prepares you for your wedding ceremony to another man.  

Pairing: Aemond x Targaryen/Sister-Reader Insert  (this was originally written with an actual OC in mind, but it was vague enough to change to a reader insert.  If parts come off as wonky, that’s probably why)

Warnings: Incest.  I’ll say smut to be safe, but it’s pretty safe for what you can find on this hell site.  Possessive/jealous Aemond? 

He was staring at you.  You did not see him, but you were aware of his presence.  Whenever Aemond was in your vicinity, you could tell.  It was the way your hairs stood on end and the pace at which your heartbeat quickened, its rhythm soothing and frightening all at once.  You spotted the silk gown hanging in front of you and could not bring herself to look back at your brother.

Aemond remained in his spot, watching the proceedings play out.  Your handmaidens had prepared the bath for you.  A line of soaps, lotions, and shampoos were arranged.  You didn’t think your maids knew that Aemond was watching because they weren’t afraid.  

“The bath is ready, princess,” your handmaiden informed you.

Your other handmaiden was suddenly behind you, just beginning to slip your robe from your shoulders.  Then you all heard:

“That will be enough.  Your presence is no longer needed.”

You couldn’t have ordered the girls to stay even if you’d wanted to.  At the sound of Aemond’s command, they scattered, muttering apologies and hushed: “my prince!” before scurrying out the door.  You whipped around to see Aemond behind you.  How he’d slinked inside with no one noticing was beyond your understanding.  He could move like a shadow.

“Aemond,” you began, the pounding in your chest quickening.  “I have to get ready now.  It wasn’t your place to dismiss my handmaidens.”

“Aye, sister, I know,” Aemond drawled.  “But I just had to see you before you were given away to that louse.”

Your cheeks grew hot.  “This marriage will strengthen our family and the future of House Targaryen.  It is my duty to–”

He cut you off with a wave of his hand.  Then he cupped the back of your neck, forcing you to look into his face.  His violet eye glittered with possessiveness and malice.  You shivered but could not deny the knot that formed in the pit of your stomach, nor the ache below.  

“Always the obedient one, Y/N,” he jested.  “Always the dutiful one.  I suppose it is best for our position, as you said, but I won’t take back my words.  He is a louse.” He offered a sneer.  “We can’t shame our house, can we?”

You watched him but did not affirm his statement.  After a moment you reminded him: “I was getting ready for my wedding.  You interrupted us, Aemond.”  The words burned as they came out.  His grip on the back of your neck tightened.  You  prayed the pain would not stop, because it was proof that he was there; he was touching you.  

“We can’t shame our house, can we?” he repeated.  “He’ll expect you, walking with your head held high, the blood of the dragon coursing through your veins.”  As he said this, he leaned in, and you could feel this blood he spoke of racing through your body.  “The beauty of old Valyria, the majesty of the House of the Dragon… We shan’t disappoint.”

“N-no, we couldn’t do that…” His gaze was captivating, holding you more hostage than any chain or rope would be capable.  You sighed.  “Which is why I must prepare for the ceremony.”

He ran his fingers through your white hair, breathing in deeply and shutting his eyes. He released your neck only to cup your face in his hands.  Calloused hands, hands that had held a blade daily in his training with Ser Cristen, hands that had commanded a dragon, brushed over your soft skin.  So soft that his touch left marks.  

“Your handmaidens simply can’t comprehend your nobility,” he breathed, a smirk playing at his mouth.  “They’ll wash you, shampoo your hair, and wrap you in a gown.  In the end, they are incapable of appreciating you for what you are.”

You chewed her lip until Aemond brushed a finger down to stop you.  “Are you capable of appreciating me for what I am?”

The invitation was so subtle, but Aemond seized it in an instant.  You stumbled backward as he planted a hard kiss to your mouth.  Hungry, impatient, and possessive, but somehow with all the reverence of a man praying to a goddess.  You tangled her fingers in his hair, then his shoulders, gripping the leather.  Aemond let out an insane laugh as you pressed yourself into the kiss hard enough you could bruise him.  

“Take off your clothes, Y/N,” he commanded in a whisper.

“Aemond,” you moaned.  “I can’t…we can’t…”

“I’m going to bathe you and I’m going to dress you,” he breathed.  “We can’t shame our house, can we?”  He paused in order to cover your throat with quick, burning kisses.  “I will present you to your fool of a lord husband.  Only those with Valyrian blood can bring forth the flame of a dragon.  Only I can bring forth your radiance.”

With trembling hands you pulled the robe from your shoulders.  You could physically feel him watching you.  The garment fell in a crumpled heap at your feet.  Aemond swept your hair back, placing a strong hand to your back.  Then he guided you to the tub, allowing you to sink into the hot waves.  His touch was the hottest of all.  Somehow hands that were suited for swordplay were also suited for applying scented creams to your neck, shoulders, back, and chest.  He gathered some of the water and trickled it over your hair.  Upon applying the shampoo, he sighed appreciatively. 

The ache was growing, his touch both tantalizing and tortuous all at once.  Aemond rinsed your hair, taking extra care to smooth it out himself.  He pulled back and instantly you swiveled to understand why he’d stopped.  He smirked at your desperation.  It was the same smirk he wore when he had an opponent on his back.  

“Your hair is beautiful,” he assured you.  “Let’s clean the rest of you.”

Your breath caught as he shrugged out of his coat and tunic.  Even halfway clothed, he climbed into the bath with you, pulling you toward him.  He mounted your backside between his legs.  His arms snaked around and he began rubbing lotion into your stomach and thighs.  As he sped up, you were forced to grip the edges of the tub.  When his fingers became even more explorative, you responded by reaching up with one arm and pulling his face down.  A whimper escaped you as you lifted your jaw to meet him in a breathless kiss.  Steam clouded every mirror in the chamber.

You were dried and clothed with care, Aemond clearly appreciating every part of you.  When he was finished with his work, he admired you for a moment.  

“We can’t shame our house,” he reminded you once more. Then he sighed.  “But your betrothed is still a louse.”  

[kitsune-oji]

"Taking care of them when they are sick" with mammon, please 👉👈

Taking Care of Them when They are Sick - Mammon

Headcanon prompts

Of course ♡♡ I hope you like it

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Warnings/tags: established relationship, sickness, fever

Mammon gets incredibly needy when he's sick. Even if he doesn't have a fever to mess with his cognitive processes, he just wants someone there to take care of him and now, he feels like he deserves it too

(though we all know he always deserves to be cared for)

You'll have him whining for your attention a lot and quickly, you'll probably notice that he's playing up the severity of his sickness just a bit in hopes you'll fuss over him

Still, can you fault him? Poor guy just wants to feel your love and get spoiled a little bit

Mammon will ask you to feed him soup, tuck him in and will expect a forehead kiss. If you don't, he will be all pouty and teary eyed...

"Oh Mammon...", you sigh, pushing the door open with your shoulder and walking through.

You were doing your utmost best to not spill the soup you were holding but the wet towel draped over your wrist was starting to really annoy you. Just a few more steps and you were able to put down the bowl on his bedside table, letting out a breath of relief at being able to take the towel from your wrist and exchanging the one on Mammon's forehead with it. By now, it had become much to warm to be of any help anymore.

He moaned, tilting his head towards you and blearily opening his eyes. After blinking a few times, he looked just a bit more awake. Enough to eat, at least.

"Do you want to try some soup, Mams? It will be good for you."

Mammon whined and gently shook his head no, though the movement still made him cringe.

"Please, at least one spoon. If you still don't want to after trying it, I will stop bothering you, ok?"

Your gentle tone laced with worry made Mammon waver. After a moment, just short of too long until you wanted to ask if he had fallen asleep again, he hummed affirmatively and opened his mouth.

You chuckled.

"Oh man, you can't eat while lying down like that, babe. Come on, you need to sit up a bit. I'll help you too", you told him and proceeded to do just that, letting him lean on you and propping him up with pillows. Just enough so that he could eat.

Carefully, you sat on the edge of his bed and scooped some soup onto the spoon and brought it to your mouth to blow on it with one hand underneath in case it spilled. When you decided it should be cool enough to eat, you moved it to Mammon's lips instead, gently asking him to open them.

He did and obediently swallowed the food. A hum left him and you asked if it tasted good.

"Can't really taste much but... ya made it. It's yummy..", he trailed off, eyes falling shut just a bit more than before.

"Do you want some more, then?"

He agreed and you repeated the process of feeding him once, twice, thrice, before his head fell forward a bit. Quickly, he woke up again at the sudden movement, but he blinked at you blearily again.

You put the spoon into the bowl and helped Mammon lie down more comfortably again. Then, you cupped his cheek and caressed it with your thumb.

"Thank you, Mammon. You did so well, but you're much too tired now. We will try again a bit later. Rest now, my love."

When you moved to stand up and leave, his hand loosely caught your fingers. With pleading eyes, he looked up at you.

"Don't leave... please."

Somehow, your heart hurt but felt so soothingly warm at the same time. You leaned down to kiss his forehead softly, sitting down at his bedside again and taking a hold of his hand.

"I'll be here. I won't leave."

Mammon's expression relaxed immediately, eyes closed as he quickly dozed off. Oh, how much you loved this demon.

[matenrou-fan]

hi there! was wondering if you could do some headcanons about jyuto, sasara and doppo's love languages / how they show affection?:) and totally up to you, but maybe also including what love languages they like to recieve from their s/o? thank you !❤️

Jyuto, Sasara and Doppo's love languages (+ what love languages they would like to receive)

hiii!! here it is <3 thank YOU for that cute request!!

NBreader, fluff, comfort, mention of alcohol in Jyuto's part

[give]

-Gift giving.

-He really loves to spoil you, a lot. Especially if you are an obedient partner (this man just loves to be in charge and control lol)

-Always have something to give you on your dates, small but valuable gifts, things that you always dreamed about or some accessories that he thinks would look pretty on you.

-Not only accessories but some clothes sometimes too. Jyuto has a fashion sense and he loves to make matching outfits with you.

-Also, it warms up his heart so much when he notices how often you are wearing his gifts, be it a small ring or a whole outfit, he's really pleased that you enjoy his affection.

-Even when you don't ask for anything he will find something fitting to your personality. Your surprised happy face with little sparkles in your eyes is just so cute..

-Don't mind buying you something more expensive, but as a special occasion or if he was really romantic and sensitive these last few days. After all, you know the way to capture his heart and bring his softer side from the depth of his soul.

[receive]

-Quality time.

-He can be pretty jealous and possessive and knowing that you will spend your whole evening only with him today makes him happy. You're here just for him, he's here just for you.. Isn't this great?

-There's no better way to relax for Jyuto than to sit with you in his house, drinking wine on a couch and watching a film after a long, long day at work..

-Probably will complain a little about his job and stupid cops around him as you are the only one he can vent like this to.

-Or maybe he wants to spoil you with a little date, you in this beautiful outfit he bought you before, looking at him with a little blush and soft smile..

-Always act so teasing and playful but actually he remembers all your dates deep inside his soul, knowing by heart places that you liked more or less, as he values your time together more than anything.

[give]

-Words of affirmation

-It's actually more like anecdotes of affirmation with him, as he always can't keep his mouth shut, coming up with new flirty puns about everything in you - your adorable appearance, cute behavior, anything..!

-It's just so hard not to, cause you are really precious to him and he needs to tell you about this as much as he can.

-If you will laugh or even just snort to his terrible puns he will fall for you even more, and now there is no way you can stop him with these awkward compliments.

-He has a good imagination so even if you point out a thing that you don't like in yourself he will find a way to turn it into a good trait. Not in a funny goofy way, but this time he comes up with deep words to actually soothe you.

-You just need to look at yourself from his point of view and realize why he's so madly in love with you and doesn't see any flaws.

-And the best way to make you think like that it's to always remind you how he values you in his life. And jokes help him to make it easy and more memorable.

[receiving]

-Physical touch.

-Your arms are always so gentle and delicate, he's willing to spend hours in your hugs as you two cuddle in his bed, or with his head on your laps, as you play with his hair a little.

-Give him a little massage and he will melt absolutely, mewling and whispering how much he's loving you. Sasara always reminds you of a cat but when he's so relaxed and sleepy he's even more like a small kitty.

-He can't even say why he's so addicted to your warmth, but his heart trembles every time you embrace him after work or just take his hand on a date.

-Even when you are not with him and Sasara feels lonely or when he's really tired at work, if he concentrates enough he will feel a ghost of your light touch on his skin.

-Thought about your warm and soft body makes him cheer up again and continue to work, he is already imagining your small bright smile and caring gaze when you two will sit on the couch, kissing and cuddling.

[give]

-Quality time.

-He is always so busy with his job and paperwork so, in his vision, the most valuable non-physical thing he can give you is his time.

-It's his weekend, and he can just lie down in his bed for the whole day, sleeping and resting, but here he is, with you, cuddling on the couch and talking softly. Because he loves you more than sleep and is willing to never rest again if it means he can be with you forever.

-Prefer to hang out with you in his house, doing something peaceful and calm, maybe taking care of his flowers or baking something simple together.

-But if you want an outdoor date, he doesn't mind walking with you in the park or having a small lunch in a cafe.

-After all, your smiling cute face is worth it, even if he was working his ass off the whole week before and doesn't feel his legs now. But he feels this tingle sensation in his heart when you take his hand in yours or kiss him so softly.. So yeah, it's totally worth it.

[receive]

-Praising/ words of affirmation

-This man lives to hear your compliments and kind words, it always melts his soul.

-He got used to being treated like garbage in his work and hearing someone being so proud of him.. Doppo always starts giggling awkwardly and hides his blushing face in his hands every time, his chest overfilled with joy.

-Your soft words are completely opposite of his casual negative thoughts, so it helps him to think in a more positive way.

-Receiving a small text from you with good luck wishes is enough for him to work hard for the whole day without any complaints, as he wants to meet your expectations. (and receive more praise)

-He always talks bad about himself but doesn't mind bragging a little in front of you. He just wants you to know all his achievements, even a small one, as he knows you would congratulate him with your bright smile and loving gaze and he can't help but feel a wave of goosebumps running through his whole body every time you do this.

[artificialsmartass]

Slight sub! Dazai x male! Reader drabble cause I cant get him outta my head 😩

I'm like tripping balls rn so I'm not sure what to put for tags. Dazais bottoming. Reader is male bodied. Unsafe sex (always practice safe sex for your health! This is a work of fiction!) Dacryphila, Overstimulation- dazai scratches, mentions of orgasam denial (if theres anything else I am sorry)

NOT PROOF READ OR EDITED

A/n- posting this post me tripping balls- ima try and write more while I'm high I had fun with this 🤣

Female aligned people DNI!

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His back is pressed flush against your chest, chest rising and falling raggedly. Dazai was gripping the sheets like his life depended on it. His neglected cock ached and leaked pre, begging for his release as much as he was.

"Ah, fuck right there right there I'm-" his pleas ending in a loud whine as you stilled your hips, hands running down his thighs

"What do you want?" Dazai kept his mouth shut, biting into his lip "if you don't tell me, I can't help you" you smile down at him. He's certain you're a sadist.

"Need to cum" he turned his head to make eye contact with you, and your breath hitched. The beginnings of tears were in his eyes, dancing just behind his eyes lashes "please need to so bad. Want you to make me cum" his words were followed by a whimper as you pull out

"Turn over" he obediently turns over, now on his back

"Please" he said again. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and slowly you begin to jerk him off. His hips lifted off the bed and arched into your touch "f-faster please" he moaned out

"Of course" you respond, instantly speeding up your movements. His cock twitches in your hand and you know hes close

"You gonna cum?" You asked him, picking up the pace yet again "go on and cum. Be a good boy for f'me and cum" he released all over his own stomach, some drops splattering on his chest. His moan was loud and lengthy, the relief of being granted release after so much denial was heavenly. He revealed in the feeling of you jerking him off through his orgasm, until it began to feel like too much. You weren't stopping

"It's too much" he managed out, trying to push slightly on your hand, back arching from the overstimulation already "a-ah fuck- I can't-"

"You can" you affirm, gently stroking him, leaning up so you could get into his ear as he pants and moans " 'm gonna fuck your tight ass again" you whispered. Dazai clenched around nothing, already feeling the heavy weight of anticipation. Your hand finally stopped, allowing him to relax a moment. The moment was short lived.

You pushed his legs up to his chest, pressing them down and restricting his movement. He felt something cold shoot into his ass, and he jumped a bit

"Lube" you told him, running a hand down his side. You squeezed more over your dick, spreading it around. When satisfied by the coverage, you wasted no more time and sinking your cock past the tight rim of his ass.

"Fuck!" Dazai keened, and you had to stop for a moment. He really was tight, and him clenching around you didn't help maneuvering at all.

"Relax Dazai" you leaned forward, putting further weight onto his legs which were already pressing hard into his chest "be a good boy and relax so I can fuck you good" Dazai forced himself to relax, and you pulled out halfway and then slammed back in. He called out your name, his hands gripping anywhere they could ahold of. Your cock was hitting his prostate so deliciously. Pleasure wracked through every inch of his body. And god was he vocal. Letting out high strings of praise, lewd moans and pathetic whines. You looked down at him currently begging for you not to stop and almost cum at the sight alone. Tears stain the side of his face, his hair was sticking slightly to his forehead, his mouth stayed at least slightly agape. His own previous release coating his abdomen and chest. He looked absolutely stunning. You quickened your pace.

"Right there! Right there! Don't stop fuck-" Dazai panted. Your hand wrapped around his re-hardened cock, and began jerking him off in time with your thrusts. The pleasure was too much for Dazai, and he was soon releasing all over his chest once more with a cry of your name leaving his lips. You were nearing your release, too. You continued to use Dazais ass to chase your own release

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum" you warn Dazai, thrusting in and out a few more times before pulling out completely. You stroke your cock one, two, three times and then you're shooting cum all over his chest, your release mixing with his own.

You instantly drop his legs and crawl up next to him, pushing the hair out of his face

"You okay? Did so good for me" you whispered, and he nodded

"I'm okay" his breath shuddered slightly. You excused yourself to bring back a washcloth and then wipe his body down, cleaning off the sweat and cum from the past few hours.

[merakiui]

For sk!Jade if and when his darling does cave and decides to become more physically intimate with him, I feel that he’d offer more external stimulation rather than internal due to the stress of their pregnancy. So I’m just imagining them going through the buildup and getting to the point where Jades completely eating them out, he tries so hard to avoid using his teeth due to how uncomfortable he assumes that would be, but he can only do so much, his jaw slightly relaxing, as he feels himself being lost in the muffled yet breathy affirmations and drawn out moans you answer with to his ministrations, almost ashamedly, barely caressing the tips of his teeth onto your flesh. Then all of a sudden, they’re hit with flashbacks to the bathroom of Jade practically salivating over their leg coming so close to giving into his instinct to consume their human flesh, seeing the same glint in his inhumanly sharp teeth and genuinely fearing for their life as he continues to attack their points of pleasure. They may try to pull back or signal for him to slow down, but it’ll take a moment for him to register that something’s wrong, even then it takes a lot of self control for him to stop. He just can’t help it honestly, you really are delicious, and he can’t wait to confirm his suspicions that you in fact are, in more ways than just this one.

Sorry just had to leave this here-

Yes, yes!!! orz

When it comes to Jade, you really have to make your boundaries clear otherwise he'll just assume everything's fair game. Since he's so obediently following your 'no touching' rule, he isn't allowed to do anything to you unless you give explicit consent. So if your hormones get the best of you and you can't seem to find pleasure with just your hands, he'd be very willing to help. But alas... That pesky rule prevents him from doing anything. What a shame. :( Jade is smirking so deviously as he watches your face shift through all sorts of conflicted emotions. It's so obvious you're debating your next words, but when you do decide to let him touch you it's over for you. >:)

If you're too nervous to let him eat you out, considering he was once so close to making a meal out of your leg, he'll offer to finger you instead. It's actually a little cute if you get embarrassed about how upfront he is with everything. He'll just tilt his head innocently as he spreads your legs and shoves two fingers into your mouth so you can coat them with your saliva, all while going on about how this shouldn't be anything new. You've done this and more with Azul plenty of times, right? What's the difference? The difference is that he's criminally insane and murderous and Azul isn't. But details, details!

What can Jade not do? Really, he's almost too good at pleasuring you. You try to bicker with him, but he'll thrust his slim fingers up inside you and any hateful remarks will soon be replaced with breathy moans and whines. And all while you fall apart on his fingers, he'll smile oh-so-smugly at you.

"A moment ago you seemed so ready to kill me and now look at you."

"Fuck you," you hiss through grit teeth.

"If you insist. What positions do you prefer?"

Sometimes you wish Jade would keep his clever mouth shut.

[gaydennisreynolds]

fuck it we post homoerotic basketball scene. macdennis sexual tension draft, 910 words, just silly self-indulgence

“You’ve got h-o-r,” Mac laughs in between gasps of breath, hands on his knees, grinning up at Dennis like he just invented comedy. “You know, because you’re a–”

“Shut the fuck up, idiot,” Dennis says, but he smiles back despite himself, passing the basketball to Mac with more force than is strictly necessary. It bounces off Mac’s bicep and earns him a string of inventive curses while Mac trots after it, stopping it with his foot and balancing awkwardly on one leg as he tries to grab it before it can roll further away. Dennis snorts at the sight--Mac is such a tryhard fucking loser--and like he can hear inside Dennis' head, Mac shoots him a glare with no real heat behind it. Mac scoops the ball up, flexing his biceps unsubtly, and dribbles it back across the basketball court, eyes squinted the way they do when he gets all laser-focused and intense, and he shoots Dennis a cocksure grin before setting up a shot which he spectacularly misses.

Dennis turns away so that Mac can’t see the laughter shaking through his body at the crestfallen look on Mac’s face. They’re having a good time, which can be hard to come by these days, and Dennis doesn’t want this moment to explode into thrown punches and split lips like it did last time. When he’s composed himself, he accepts the pass Mac offers and makes his shot from the three-point line, not passing up the opportunity to shoot Mac a smarmy smirk and waggle his eyebrows.

“I believe you get an E if you miss, dude,” Dennis says with fake pleasantry, as though he thought Mac needed help keeping score. “How would it reflect on you to lose your fifth game in a row?” he continues, just for the sheet pleasure of watching Mac start to get a little mad. 

"Give it here, fucker," Mac demands, and Dennis complies, biting down hard on the inside of his lip to keep his mouth from twitching up into a smile. Mac sets up his shot, waits, breathes, prays, and misses--the ball flying a mile left of the goal, not even hitting the rim or the square. Dennis whoops. “Fuck,” Mac swears, with feeling, and scampers off after the ball. When he retrieves it, he trots back over to Dennis and gives him an appraising once-over.

“Sunscreen time, dude,” Mac says with conviction. Mac’s own face is turning pink and boyish in the sunshine, and Dennis can feel the heat licking at his shoulderblades; he knows better than to argue this point with Mac, or try to take a moment to gloat over his victory. He doesn’t want his skin to wrinkle under the force of the sun, either, and Mac takes protecting Dennis from sun exposure very seriously. It's easier just to nod an affirmation and walk back over to the bench, presenting Mac with his back.

It’s summer in Philly, hot as all hell, and the midday sun sends rivulets of sweat dripping down both their naked chests. Mac takes a second to wipe Dennis down with his towel – “The sunscreen needs a dry surface to sink into, dude, do you want skin cancer?,” Mac had said, rather aggressively, when Dennis had questioned him on it years ago – and Dennis closes his eyes and doesn’t try to hide how much he enjoys the slow, gentle strokes of the towel over his entire back. It’s like being a little kid again. Who wouldn’t enjoy being taken care of like this? And anyway Mac can’t see his face so it’s a victimless crime. When he hears the snap of the sunscreen lid, he sticks his hand out obediently for Mac to give him enough to cover his chest and arms with. Dennis rubs himself down while Mac starts in on his back.

Mac takes his time, massaging the sunscreen in as much as he can. He spends a considerable amount of time working out the tension in Dennis’ shoulders while covering them in sunblock, and kneading the sunscreen deep into the knot at the base of Dennis’ spine. Dennis slathers his front as well as he can with Mac being so distracting behind him, and when Mac steps back Dennis spins around to have Mac rub in any spots he missed on his chest. Dennis closes his eyes, more to avoid having to look Mac in the eye than anything else, while Mac rubs his pecs gently–to make sure the lotion doesn’t get stuck in Dennis’ chest hair, obviously–and trails his hand down Dennis’ happy trail to check for total absorption. The sun is beating down so hard that Dennis can feel himself flushing red.

When Mac is finished, they look at each other for a moment that crackles with something heavy, and without breaking the eye contact Mac passes Dennis the communal water bottle, their fingers brushing as Dennis reaches out for it. If Mac watches Dennis’ throat work when he swallows, and if Dennis does the same thing when it’s Mac’s turn to suck down some water, well, there wasn’t anyone around to notice.

Mac smiles at him so brightly he puts the sun to shame. “This game is definitely mine,” he declares confidently, waving Dennis off with a dismissive flap of the hand when Dennis mutters, “you say that every time."

Mac misses his shot so badly that the basketball flies clear over the fence surrounding the court and rolls into the street, where someone narrowly avoids running it over.

[feline-gal]

The door slams loudly against the wall as it's kicked open, it's rusty old latch still stuck in the strike.

“Go, go, go!” Nightwing commands, the civilians obediently hurrying out and down the fire escape “C'mon, guys, single file, just 'cuz the landlord doesn't follow code doesn't give you a free pass.”

Once the last of the floor's tenants are out the poorly maintained door, Dick charges through the burning building, keeping an eye out for any more people in need, listening carefully for any cries for help through the roaring of the flames.

As well as the roaring of something else.

Soon enough he finds some and starts guiding them to safety, reassuring them that everything's going to be fine.

An already open fire escape door just comes into view when, as if to spite him, the ceiling suddenly starts collapsing on top of them.

“Look out!” Nightwing exclaims as he bodily shoves a couple people out of the way, taking the brunt of the falling rubble. He pushes himself up as much as he can with a groan “Everyone OK?” he asks, glancing around at the frightened civilians.

They each give an affirmation, some start trying to help the vigilante out from under the debris.

“Something's up there!” one says panickedly, pointing up towards the new hole in the ceiling.

The sounds of tromping footsteps and animalistic growling corroborate the claim.

“Great.” Nightwing comments sardonically “That's great. Gonna have to deal with that as soon as I'm out of here. Just gotta grab some..”

As he's reaching for the pocket containing his fire extinguisher pellet bombs, an unnaturally cold wind starts billowing through the room, snuffing much of the surrounding flames and leaving frost in it's wake before dying down just as suddenly as it'd started up.

Nightwing blinks “Or, that could happen.” he says as he shoves the now brittle debris off himself and stands back up on his feet, dusting himself off “Okay, everybody, let's not look a gift horse in the mouth and get back to getting the heck out of dodge.”

With that he ushers the civilians the rest of the way out of the building, then heads back over to the rubble pile and parkours his way up through the hole to the next floor, which isn't in any better condition than the others.

Through a couple charred holes in a couple walls, he sees a large hulking figure ambling about unbothered by the flames engulfing it's body.

Nightwing pulls his escrima sticks out of their holsters and makes his way towards the creature as quickly and stealthily as he can.

The beast suddenly jolts and lets out a pained roar, thrashing it's limbs wildly in an attempt to hit some unseen attacker. It's frantic swinging sends a piece of furniture flying right towards Nightwing, forcing him to leap out of the way and into the open.

“Yo! Where's the fire?” he snarks. The creature focuses on him and growls, baring it's too many razor sharp teeth at him. Nightwing grins cockily at it from under his gas mask as he takes in it's bear-like appearance “And just what are you supposed to be? Smokey Bear's arsonist cousin he never talks about?”

The flaming zombie bear thing doesn't seem to appreciate the vigilante's sense of humor and grabs another piece of furniture to throw at him.

Nightwing dashes and ducks under the oncoming projectile, gets up close to the beast and leaps into the air with a flip, aiming a kick to it's jaw..

Only for his foot to go right through like it isn't even there.

And as his backflip spins him back around, he finds himself facing an open maw full of very sharp teeth.

“Whoop!”

Nightwing suddenly feels himself being yanked back, the creature's jaws snapping shut on the air where his face just was. It snarls angrily at the loss of it's prey, then gets blasted in the face by a bright blue laser beam that leaves a chunk of solid ice.

“Careful there!” a somewhat familiar voice chides as it's owner sets the vigilante down a fair distance away from the beast now struggling to claw ice off it's face.

Looking over, Nightwing finds a tall, broad shouldered man, very similar to the one who'd saved him the other day, only his skin isn't so much green as it is unnaturally pale, his snow white hair casually defies gravity but moves nothing like the flames surrounding them, and the eyes that quickly glance him over for serious injuries are an eerie shade of green that reminds him of Jason's rare episodes of Pit Madness.

The new stranger meets his eyes and flashes a smile “Don't want you becoming a song lyric now, do we?” he quips.

Nightwing chuckles “Heh, yeah. Thanks for not letting that happen, Jack Frost.”

The stranger gives a chuckle of his own “Name's Phantom, actually.” he introduces.

“Never heard of ya'.” Nightwing comments “You new to this hero business?”

“Nah.” Phantom waves off “I've been around a while, just don't get out of my hometown very often, prefer to keep this-” he gestures to the flaming bear thing still working on it's unwanted ice mask “-particular brand of crazy contained.”

“Seems like there's been a breach.” the more local hero points out.

“Not my fault.” the newcomer states, then under his breath mutters “This time.”

“Sure.” is all Nightwing says about that “So, I'm guessing I'm a little bit totally ineffective against this thing?”

“No, actually.” Phantom declares, pointing at the strip of metal wrapped around the beast's neck “The one thing on it you can touch is the collar that's driving it crazy,” as if on cue, the lights and circuit patterns on the neckband begin glowing brighter and crackling with electricity, causing the bear thing to let out another pained roar “and said collar doesn't particularly like me touching it. Soo..”

“You'll keep Burny Bear busy while I go for his jewelry?” Nightwing asks, shifting into a ready position as he watches the creature finally break the ice off it's face.

“Exactly!” Phantom confirms with a thumbs up, also shifting his stance.

The beast lets out another roar and charges at them.

Nightwing dodges to the side while Phantom jumps backwards, keeping the thing's attention on him as he allows it to chase but never touch him.

The former boy wonder keeps to the creature's blind spots as he watches Phantom dodge it's strikes, weaving through the air with all the grace that came with several years worth of practice, his legs at some point having turned into a wispy black tail, occasionally firing off blasts of either icy blue or Lazarus Waters green.

The bear thing sinks it's claws into a larger piece of furniture and swings it's forelimbs upwards, sending the object flying at the Meta pestering it. The item goes right through Phantom like he isn't even there and crashes into the ceiling, sending dust and debris falling down around the floating hero.

Phantom pokes his head out of the dust cloud only to get smacked in the face by one of the beast's paws, sending him careening into a wall.

Nightwing's eyes widen in horror at the sight of the Meta's crumpled body, his neck bent at an unnatural angle.

“Ow.” Phantom groans as he lifts his head and snaps his neck back into place with a series of sickening cracks.

The local vigilante sighs in relief at the revelation of the newcomer's healing factor, but doesn't let his guard drop.

The bear thing lunges at the downed hero, claws and fangs bared with vicious intent. Phantom throws up his hands and a wall of that Lazarus green energy materializes between him and the creature, blocking it's attacks.

“Y'see, Burny;” he quips “This shit is why you don't get invited to Thanksgiving dinner anymore.”

Burny bear roars indignantly at the comment and continues slashing and biting at the energy shield.

Seeing his opportunity, Nightwing exchanges his escrima sticks for a pair of explosive Wing-Dings as he charges towards the beast. He leaps into the air and jams the bladed weapons into the seams of the collar, priming them, before kicking off the wall and reverse somersaulting away.

The creature pauses in it's ineffectual assault to wonder at the strange new beeping devices attached to it's neck before they promptly explode. It growls and shakes it's head, seeming more bothered by the loud noise and flash of light than anything else. Meanwhile, it's collar just barely survived the dual blasts and is now sparking wildly.

Once it regains it's vision, the bear thing catches sight of Nightwing and snarls, beginning to advance upon him.

“Oh no you don't!” Phantom exclaims as he drops his shield and pounces up onto the creature's back, clamping his hands down around it's jaws. The beast reels back and thrashes, trying to dislodge the Meta from it's back.

Nightwing pulls his escrima sticks back out, with the click of a button they whir to life, electricity crackling around their ends. Once again he runs right back up to the creature and jams the charged bastons into the exposed circuitry of the collar.

The bear thing lets out another roar of pain as electric bolts dance across it's upper body in a dazzling display that Nightwing has to shut his eyes against to avoid getting blinded by.

After a moment, the collar finally breaks apart and crumbles off it's wearer, who's pained cry peters out as it starts to fall over.

Nightwing steps back from the toppling beast while Phantom simply hovers in place over it. The two heroes let out a sigh as they watch their opponent crash to the ground, it's flames dimming somewhat.

“And now;” Phantom says as he pulls an odd high-tech looking cylinder off his belt “Soup time!” with that he pops the cap off the item, points it's open end towards the bear thing and clicks the button on it's side. With a bright blue light and a rush of air, the creature is sucked into the object, which Phantom promptly re-caps.

Nightwing blinks “Is that-” he points at the item “-a thermos?”

“Yup!” Phantom confirms cheerily.

“So, when you said 'soup time'..”

“No.” Phantom waves off with a roll of his eyes “I'm not actually going to turn it into soup and eat it. I'm gonna release it into it's natural habitat as soon as I get the chance.”

Nightwing blinks again “That thing has a natural habitat?”

“Yup!” Phantom again confirms cheerily.

“Where?” Nightwing quirks a brow “In hell?”

“Prob'ly.” Phantom replies with a shrug “Speaking of which, I better start putting out all this fire.” with that he flies off, a strong gust of unnaturally cold wind following him as he makes a circuit around the floor, dowsing the flames as he goes and leaving patches of frost in his wake.

Seeing as the other hero has the situation well in hand, Nightwing makes his way out of the building and onto the rooftop of a nearby, less scorched building, watching the newcomer's work from afar.

Eventually, Phantom rises up into the air in front of the local vigilante “Nice teaming up with you, Nightwing.” he comments, not halting in his ascent “See ya around!” he says with a two fingered salute before fading into invisibility.

“Same to you.” Nightwing replies to the seemingly empty air.

He hums contemplatively to himself as he muses over this second new Meta and his familiar appearance.

Curiouser and Curiouser..

Soulmate Song

After a long day at his work, Dick starts walking back to his apartment humming his soulmate song. A large man that looks vaguely like Clark shows up and starts calling him "Dan" and telling him that he shouldn't wander off in a new city without letting him know. There was also something about "changing appearances" in the lecture too, but he wasn't able to get a word in edgewise. So, he just stood there letting the man fuss over him.

After a while, another guy shows up whistling his soulmate song! The new guy was just as tall and broad shouldered as the first but with wavy silver hair that he had in a low ponytail. The first guy called him Dan and quickly realized what had happened. He'd been mistaken for his soulmate. How did that happen?

As he starts trying to talk to the guy, the two men apologize and disappear.

Now, Dick had to find his soulmate before he leaves Bludhaven.

[viatagrinner]

Gilbert von Obsidian. Christmas. I give you my love.

Chapter 2

Gilbert brings lots of sweets for the children. The prince looks at Lucien.

Lucien, who was carrying a large number of packages, puts them in the nearest wooden box with an impassive expression on his face.

Boy: Wow...it's true! Thank you Gil!

Girl:  I love you! In the future you will be my husband.

Gilbert: Uh, really? I'm so happy.

Gilbert has been picking out gifts for these children since the beginning. The prince's red eyes, which are usually frightening, today are somehow good-natured.

The boy turned his attention to MC. He recognized her.

(Wait, this child lives next door.)

She needs to be careful not to give herself away.

Boy: Do you happen to know Gil?

MC: Uh-huh... Are we friends?

Boys: Cool. Gil is a nice guy, right?

MC rambles something affirmative and asks how often the kids hang out with Gil.

Boy: From time to time. I happened to meet him on the street and made him our friend.

Also, Gilbert knows a lot of things, and he taught the kids how to write.

.... Also, how to rip off a pickpocket in case of an emergency, how to protect yourself, how to get back at someone you hate.

MC is dumbfounded.

MC: Master Gilbert.

(What are you teaching!?)

The prince asked not to use titles and call him Gil.

MC: ....Gilbert...mister.

Gilbert: You're stubborn.

(As one might expect, even I can't behave like the children.)

The prince didn't force her.

Gilbert thinks that even if these are bad things, it is better to know them.

Gilbert: It might someday become a weapon to protect yourself.

He strokes the child's head. The kid is happy.

Gilbert: Most of the children here are poor. They have to dream.

Gilbert: Children in any country have the right to be happy because they haven't done anything wrong.

Maybe he says that because there are a lot of poor kids like that in his country.

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Gilbert beckons to the boy, who says he knows MC.

Because of her "shyness", the girl says little about herself, and the prince wants to know more.

Gilbert: What does she usually do?

(Oh, no... Not good!)

The residents have orders of secrecy. But the children are an exception.

The boy told Gilbert that the heroine works in a bookstore.

......No way to mislead.

Gilbert: Hey, isn't she the daughter of a nobleman?

Boy: What are you talking about? MC is my neighbor. She's on good terms with my mom!

Gilbert: I've never heard about it before. ....Hehe

The prince from Obsidian throws a meaningful look at the heroine. She averts her eyes.

She wonders if this was Gilbert's plan all along.

Gilbert wanted to ask something else, but MC cuts him off. She wants to tell a story.

The children are curious.

Girl: I love love love stories!

MC tells them about the prince and princess.

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City Square. Near the fountain.

MC spoke for a very long time to keep Gilbert from putting words in. She is tired, wants to pretend that nothing has happened and quickly leave.

However, the prince prevents the girl from escaping by grabbing her hand.

Gilbert: Aren't children obedient and sweet?

Gilbert: Adults can keep their mouths shut, but children can't lie.

Gilbert: And they're good at keeping an eye on the town. It's better than hiring a bad informant.

MC: ...Is it possible that you are using a child?

(Master Gilbert's good intentions weren't just good intentions... they were little spies.)

Gilbert observes, if chattering is "use," perhaps it is.

However, the girl lied. How she explains it?

(Even if you didn't ask the child, you knew all along.)

She can't even tell a bad lie.

MC: ...I'm begging you. Please don't tell anyone about me.

I had to admit defeat.

Gilbert: You're stupid.

Gilbert: When you "ask," you choose to be in subjection to me.

Gilbert: Now you're really mine, aren't you?

There's a holiday outside and people are cheering, but not the heroine, the atmosphere around her has changed.

Stroking her head, he lightly coiled her hair. There was a black ribbon in her hair.

Gilbert: Since you're mine, you'll listen to me, right?

MC: ....If it's not to Rhodolite's detriment.

Gilbert: Okay, then.

(...What should I do if I'm asked to do something outrageous?)

Closing her eyes, she feels his breath...

Gilbert: I'd love to visit your home.

Gilbert's Masterlist

[painsandconfusion]

Tomorrow

With You - Part Ten

(tw: torture mention, burning mention, creepy/intimate whumper, dubcon kiss, gaslighting)

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It was warm. 

The pillows propped up against their back soaked in their heat and fed it back to them little by little, adjourning the lingering cold from the shower Oren helped them through. The blankets were warm. The mattress. Oren’s knee that brushed against their thigh. The oatmeal at their lips - soft and sweet. 

Everything was warm.

Their tears had finally dried out, leaving itching trials across dry skin as they ate slowly. Obediently. With each mouthful Oren brought to their lips, they felt a little more grounded. Less spinning. Less floating. More real.

Oren had taken such care with it. Fresh apples caramelized with cinnamon and simmered into the oats. He hated cooking, and he’d taken the time to make something that would make them feel more themself. More at home in their skin.

Ida felt sick.

Ungrateful.

Ashamed that they still flinched, even when he was being so gentle.

But even with that, Oren was patient. He just let out a small, sad sigh, leaning in to press a kiss to their temple or their shoulder or their hand. Anywhere he could reach. Just little affirmations and assurances that there’d be no blood today.

This was better.

This was fine.

When Oren finally set the empty bowl aside, he tucked the blankets out of the way enough to slip in next to them. Right next to them. They could feel his warmth pressing along their arm, their side, and all the way down their leg. Then over their shoulders and he slipped an arm around them and pulled them closer.

Ida didn’t bother fighting it. Then just leaned in. Desperate for the softness and warmth he provided. 

Their voice was so soft as they hushed out a tiny, “thank you…-”

Oren just hummed in response, pressing a kiss to the top of their head. “I know this wasn’t…the best of circumstances. But the house looks wonderful. You always do such a great job.”

Ida’s mind numbly retraces their steps - they’d gotten almost every room in the house. All but the basement and attic. It must be late in the day now. The sun was down. They were too tired to think about what time it might be.

They found their head leaning against his neck, eyes too tired to closer completely. They were limp. Aching. Every inch of them throbbed with exertion and burns. The smallest, strangled whimper squeaked from their throat in response.

“Hey..” Oren softly tipped their chin up, gripping it between a knuckle and thumb. “What’s wrong?”

Ida’s eyes screwed shut - not wanting to meet his gaze - not when he was this close. “I j-...it…it h-urts-”

Oren chuckled softly. “The pain is good for you. It externalizes all that inner turmoil. Gives it an outlet. You want that, right?”

Ida stayed silent, lips pinching together.

Oren’s grip increased a fraction. They could feel him stiffen slightly around them.

“Right?” he repeated.

Ida was tired. Too tired to fight. 

Maybe they should fight. 

Maybe they should kick and scream and run if even just for defiance’ sake. 

But they were so tired.

“...yes-” The word slipped out of them in one, small breath. Not even a whisper.

Oren hummed in approval. “Kiss me?”

Ida should fight.

They knew they should.

They knew they should say no or pull away or do anything to make this stop.

But they were so tired.

Their lips met his without hesitation.

They could fight tomorrow.

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[pinkteapotwriting]

Needy Boys

Marauders x fem!reader

Summary : Marauders all in subspace baby

Warning : Smut, Dom/Sub relationship, Dom!reader, subspace, praise kink kinda idk, male penetration, oral 

Word count : 1162

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I hope y’all like it. Can’t imagine doing aftercare for this many people in subspace but anyway, enjoy xXx

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Lifting off of James’s face was harder than you had anticipated, not because of the pleasure, but because of the determined grip he had on your thighs. James was in a very bleary headspace, as were the rest of the marauders. Remus was actually holding your hand, needing to be close to you, to feel more grounded. Sirius was sitting cross legged at the end of the bed, arms folding over one another as he furrowed his eyebrows at his two best friends for touching what he wanted to touch, for pleasing who he wanted to please. 

“Jamie, you gotta let me go love.”

He answered quietly between leaving open mouth kisses against your inner thigh.

“No Mommy, just wanna make you feel good.”

“You made Mommy feel so wonderful love, but now it’s too much, if you wanted to be a good boy for me you’d obey.”

He immediately released his grip, though not without pressing one last kiss to your throbbing clit.

“Okay, now my turn.”

You chuckled at Sirius’s eagerness, but the way Remus was clutching you as he moved you to straddle his lap instead of James’s face made your heart melt at his neediness. He buried his face in your chest and you could feel him smile at the pure glee of having you be close to him like this. You scratched the back of his head lightly, which had him nuzzling in closer.

“Mommy, I said it’s my turn.”

“Honey, I don’t think Remus will let me be quite frank.”

“That’s not fair, I want to make you feel good too.”

“I know baby, just a bit longer okay?”

“Mommy I need you.”

“Okay love, need something to distract you huh?”

He nodded eagerly.

“Okay c’mere love, Jamie, sit up against the headboard please.”

Remus kept a death grip on you as Sirius approached, not willing to let you go. 

“Alright Siri, look how hard Jamie’s cock is just by pleasing Mommy. Do you want to please me?”

He gulped, and nodded.

“Cat got your tongue? And just when I was about to find a way to shut you up you do it yourself.”

But Sirius wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was fixated on James’s reddened  tip with pre cum already weeping out of his slit.

“Why don’t you help him with that Siri, isn’t it so pretty?”

He didn’t even answer, he just got down on his hands and knees and started wrapping his lips around the head of James’s cock. James had his fists clenched, overwhelmed with pleasure after being left alone for so long. 

“Jamie, you can touch him, you know he likes it when his pretty hair is touched.”

Sirius let out a low moan as James’s nimble fingers wrapped around his long ebony curls.

You had never had all three of them in subspace before, all of them so malleable to your requests and guidance, anything to please you. Remus was impossibly needy, not even capable of words anymore, just whines and burrowing his face into you. But you knew what he wanted, you just had to coax it out of him.

“C’mon Remus, don’t be shy. Don’t you want to see?”

He nodded before turning towards the sounds of James’s groans, and Sirius’s gags as his nose brushed his happy trail. 

“Here, let me move so you can get a better look.”

You climbed off him and moved to sit behind him instead, rubbing his thighs now instead.

“My little voyeur, you like watching Sirius get James off?”

He nodded.

“No, you have to use your words, then maybe I can help you too. I asked if you liked watching James’s cock sliding down Sirius’s throat.”

“Yes Mommy, I do. Looks so good.”

You hummed in affirmation, held out an open palm to James, and you knew he got the message when he spit into your hand. Remus’s needy whines as you stroked his cock had Sirius rubbing himself absentmindedly.

“Jamie, why don’t you put your cock to some other use now, Siri needs to cum too.

“Yes ma’am”

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Sirius was now on all fours as James slid his cock in and out of his tight hole. Remus threw his head back as he bucked up into your hand, not seeming to be able to control his hips. Your free hand gripped his jaw and forced him to make eye contact with Sirius.

“Don’t take your eyes off of his, love. Want Sirius to see how pretty you are when I make you cum.”

Sirius was resisting the urge to bury his face into the sheets below him, to completely let the pleasure that James was giving him overwhelm him, but his desire to be obedient to you, to please you, had him maintain eye contact with the glassy eyed Remus. Besides, he couldn’t deny the arousal he felt at Remus’s wide eyed gaze. 

The aura of desperation and neediness filled you with pride, you had three willing boys who trusted you to be in a vulnerable mindset. They trusted you to take care of them, and you would never fail to do so.

“Are my boys close? Want you all to cum for me. Can you do that? Need my darlings to be good for their mommy.”

“Fuck!” Sirius shouted. 

“Language Sirius, is James making you feel good? You like his big dick stretching you out and hitting all the right places? Love it when he does that for me, he does such a good job. I think you look so much prettier taking his cock though. Being on your knees suits you baby.”

James and Sirius both whimpered at the same time, clearly they liked your little speech. The cum dripped out of Sirius as evidence, and Sirius’s release on the bedspread below him. You pressed kisses to Remus’s neck before cooing in his ear. You sped up your pace, and every once in a while ran your thumb over his slit, making him jolt. 

“C’mon baby, let go for me, just wanna take care of my precious Remmy. Sirius and James want to see you cum just like you watched them.”

“M-mommy I’m coming!”

“Good boy, that’s it!”

Before you could even do anything James took your hand and licked off Remus’s release that had landed there. Once he was done you stroked his cheek lovingly, but your loving trance broke when Sirius’s whiny voice pierced through the silence.

“Okay, now it’s my turn.”

James whipped his head.

“Nuh uh! It’s my turn!”

“You already got to make her cum, it’s my turn!”

Remus turned around and hugged your middle while resting his head against your exposed breasts, again. He wasn’t too keen on sharing you, and still wanted you close.

It was going to be hard work to bring them out of this mindset, but the process of turning them into your needy, obedient boys was so worth it.

They seemed to think so too.

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I hope you guys like it seriously <3

@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @accioweaslcy @weasleyposts @bluemoonyblurbs @emmaev @side-blog-shit

[pinkchanelbag]

jean who lets bimbo friend reader practice giving blowjobs on him!!!!!!

nsfw 18+. minors do not interact. 

"like this?” 

“mmm,” jean’s content sigh has your lips stretching into a smile around his tip. you know even before he lets out a little hiss that the action causes your teeth to graze a little too much on the flesh of his cock. you quickly roll your lips back over your teeth with a noise of apology. “iss’good, keep going,” he pats your damp hair.

it’s from your earlier shower. you were getting ready for your date at his apartment, as you often do. after you came out of his shower, you’d been ranting to your close friend about your worries for the night ahead. 

“i sound like such a virgin. it’s not even like that, though; it’s just ‘cause this guy’s big, jean.” you met jean’s eyes in the mirror of his vanity with a frightened, awed expression to your face so that your message was really conveyed. “we didn’t do anything last time, but i could feel him through his pants, and i got worried, y’know? ‘cause i’ve never had that big and—well, if we fuck, i’ll make it work, but what if i have to suck him off? it’d be so humiliating if i did bad.” you pouted at yourself in the mirror as you rubbed moisturizer into your cheeks. jean, who sat on his bed behind you, vaguely listening with his phone in hand, hummed along. 

“how big is he?” he asked. finally, he turned off his phone and tossed it before falling back to the mattress and staring at the ceiling. “if you had to guess, i mean.” 

“um...”

jean looked back at your sports bra and shorts-clad figure and quickly realized his mistake, a fond smile on his face. your brows were furrowed in confusion as you examined the length of your own index finger, surely trying to remember how long an inch is. 

“here.” he sat back up and beckoned you over. you were standing between his spread legs in a moment, and he held his hands out between your bodies in a yay big gesture. “this big?” he asked. you stared for a moment with puckered lips before shaking your head. jean widened the distance between his hands. “this big?” your smaller hands came to his own and spread them apart just a little more. 

“mmm...” you squinted. “i think like that big.” 

jean looked at his own hands and thought for a moment. 

“that’s not the worst.” 

“but i’ve never had that big!” the look of worry returned to your face. jean pulled you down to sit on one of his thighs. “besides, how would you know? you ever taken dick before?” you broke into a fit of giggles and poked his chest. 

“no, i just know ‘cause i’m bigger,” he replied. there was no cockiness in his voice, just frankness. your mouth dropped open.

“really?” and jean exhaled in amusement at how you didn’t have the sense to hide how your eyes went to the seat of his pants. “well, are girls bad when they suck your dick ‘cause they don’t know how?” 

“hm...sometimes. but it’s just about helping them figure out how to do it right.”

your shoulders slouched and you let your temple rest in jean’s neck with sad eyes that stared forward. jean tilted his gaze to look at you. he ran his hand up and down the bare skin of your back to comfort you. 

“i don’t think this guy’d teach me how to. he’s not as nice as you are.” the look on your face was so genuinely troubled it made jean frown. 

“i can help, if you want me to.” 

your eyes were on him in an instant. there was a little disbelief, a little childish beam as you wiggled on his lap. 

“really?” 

“how long before you gotta meet him?” 

and that’s how you’ve ended up between jean’s legs as he slowly guides you further down the length of his cock. there’s a burn in your eyes and your throat opens and shuts in protest, but as you stare forward you see you’re almost at the dark hair that tells you you’ve taken all of him. 

“through your nose, right? right,” jean reminds you with a nod. “good girl.” he comes down onto the bed, one elbow propping his body up to watch you while the other one still guides your head further. “try sucking.”

you listen obediently, pulling in a deep breath through your mouth that elicits slurping sounds from the sheer volume of your spit coating his cock and your face. jean groans in approval. “tha’ssit...” 

finally, your nose touches his trimmed hairs. you rest your forehead against his torso and groan at the effort to keep your jaw wrenched open. the sound makes jean rut into your mouth. "okay?” he asks you. you hum your affirmation, and his leaking cock twitches again. “i can do the moving, but it’ll be harder for you. you wanna practice that or want me to go easy?” 

you look up at him with wide, willing eyes. jean smiles and ruffles your hair before swirling it together into a makeshift ponytail held together by his hand. and then he’s pulling himself out of your mouth. you manage a small breath before he’s going all the way back in, and then out and in and out and in until each one of his breaths is loud and primal and your hands are planted on his thighs, tears running down your cheeks. 

his pace is fast but his strength is not brutal. his pushes and pulls of your head are calculated, bringing you up from his thick base just before your whole stomach wretches and stopping just before his tip bounces out of your mouth before you’re coming down again. 

“yeah...yeah...take it,” he breathes. he knows he’s still within his bounds by the way your fingers draw quick patterns into his thighs. somehow he knows he’d be feeling the sting of your nails if you weren’t okay. 

when his thrusts get faster, sloppier and clipped groans erupt from his breaths, jean knows he’s close. and for all your airheadedness, the wiggle of your butt tells him you know he’s close. “in here?” he asks. you hum your consent.

before long, jean is stilling, thrusting his cock deep into your throat and wrapping his big hand around the back of your head to push you to meet him. you whine with the effort of keeping your churning stomach from making you thrash, just as jean is twitching and pouring hot cum into your mouth. he’s so far back in your throat that you don’t even have to swallow for the cum to slide down your esophagus. you do your best to suckle on his base with your tongue as he rides out his high, watching with blurred vision as his balls tighten and twitch. they finally relax once you’ve milked him dry, and only then does he pull you off him. 

“was that good?” you ask almost immediately. jean laughs and falls back on his elbows. 

“yeah. he’ll like that, no doubt.” 

you beam in accomplishment before getting up and turning back to pick at the makeup spread out on the vanity like nothing happened. jean raises an eyebrow. 

“y/n?”

“mhm?” 

“go brush your teeth again.” 

note: thx for the thoughts *slams head into wall*

[elysianslove]

oblivion; fushiguro megumi & itadori yuuji

requested by anon; ❝ OMG HIII! I love love love your fics🤧🤧 I read about the poly and sub yuuji thing, AND i thought, what if they teased him to no end the night before thinking it was a day off, but then an emergency mission happened and he went there. Imagine him trying to fight off curses while having a limp and being sore all over jssjsjjsjsjsjsjs IDK BUT I THOUGH OF THIS HAHAHA ANYWAY DRINK LOTS OF WATER, SLEEP, AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MWAH😚💕💕 ❞

pairings; fushiguro megumi x fem!reader x itadori yuuji

genre; smut, a little humor ig? 

warnings; oh lord — light bdsm, mentioned use of sex toys, nipple play, pleasure from pain, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, handjobs, oral (male!receiving), use of traffic light system, dirty talk, humiliation, praise, dumbification, i hope i didn’t miss anything!

note; thank you so much for your words that’s so kind of you!! and i hope you’re taking care of yourself too, and that you enjoy this!!! <333 i’m really sorry with how late this was though oh my god :(  <b>yuuji and megumi are both aged up here, and there is full consent to all the plays! smut is under the cut! 

not this being over 4.5k words 😃✋🏼

━━  he’s a burning presence beneath you. yuuji’s alive as ever as your straddle him, his heart racing and chest heaving as he sloppily kisses you, mouth wide and languidly pushing against yours. drool and spit spills from between your connected lips while you lightly cup his jaw, and when you pull back, a single line of spit connects you two. 

grinning down at him, your fingers trail featherlight across his cheek. “so gorgeous for me, yu,” you coo, and he sighs dreamily, eyes half lidded. 

he’s not just trapped beneath you, he’s completely bound. there’s a collar around his throat, with multiple hooks in it, the one at the bottom of his nape linked with a chain to the bed’s headboard. similarly, his hands are handcuffed behind him, chained tightly to the headboard and restricting his movements entirely. but it’s not like he’d try to move. when he’s like this, he’s so obedient.

 “already going under?”

it’s not you that speaks this time, but yuuji’s gaze remains on yours as if it were, eyes fluttering and head tilting to lean into your touch as you cup his cheek, almost like a puppy. next to you, the bed dips, and your other boyfriend leans closer. you shift a little to reveal yuuji to him, angling your face to gauge his reaction. 

megumi smiles, sweetly.

sighing lovingly, he reaches up to brush at yuuji’s hair. “you look so pretty,” he praises, and again, yuuji relaxes at the words. 

“see?” you affirm. “told ya.” 

you poke his nose lightly, and the pink haired boy hums a chuckle sinking deeper into the mattress. you hum appreciatively, settling more comfortably in his lap, rocking your hips. you feel him shiver beneath you, and the bulge of his cock nudges at your clothed cunt. at the first feel of his cock hardening, you smile teasingly, hips sinking harsher against his as you tilt your head to glance at megumi. 

“he’s so eager,” you tell him, touch ghosting along yuuji’s shoulders, to his collarbones, to his chest, nails lightly grazing his nipples before dipping down to his abs. 

as you do so, megumi’s hand leaves yuuji’s hair and rises to cup your chin, gripping it lightly as he draws you closer. “is he now?” he wonders, but it’s more rhetorical than anything, and soon enough his mouth finds yours. 

your lips are still wet and swollen from kissing yuuji, and megumi pulls back for a second, licking his lips before diving back to kiss you again. kissing megumi is so much more different than kissing yuuji. yuuji’s so much more enthusiastic, over-energetic, overwhelmingly passionate, even if you’re the one in control — maybe even especially. you’re the one leading the two of you, you’re the one kissing him. with megumi, it’s the complete opposite. he’s softer, gentler, but more dominant, and even when he’s the one beneath you, even if you’re completely in control, he’ll still hold the reigns, because kissing megumi overdoses your brain with dopamine. it floods and overflows and has you sighing and leaning into him. 

with a satisfied moan, megumi pulls back, pleased with the way you lean forward as if not having expected it. body flushed from kissing both of your boys, you turn back to yuuji, finding his mouth gaping and eyes wide and pleading. and when you settle deep on his lap again, you find he’s fully hard. it livens you up considerably. 

“please,” yuuji whispers, his biceps flexing as he resists pulling from the bindings. 

focused on yuuji, you don’t notice megumi slipping from next to you, to behind you. lifting a hand to his mouth, you thumb at yuuji’s lips, brushing across them, pleased with how wet they still are from your mixed spit. “please, what, gorgeous?”

yuuji shuts his mouth, whines behind tight lips, before he tosses his head back, sighing, “please fuck me.” 

you hum a giggle, lifting up your hips before lowering them again, grinding across his lap, your cunt soaking through your panties, dampening his boxers. he’s already doing enough of that with the precum he’s leaking, though. as you continue to tease him, megumi’s hands find your waist, before they trail up your back, finding the hook of your bra. 

all the while, you don’t stop grinding down on yuuji, and he can’t stop mewling and whining. his chest heaves as he gasps, unable to stop his hips from instinctively rutting and thrusting up, trying to increase the friction, trying to speed up your movements, trying to break through the barrier between you in any way. 

yuuji’s obedient, of course, but sometimes, he’s a little too eager for his own good. 

a hand settling on his hip, right by the hem of his boxers, you tut, slowing down your movements till it feels like you’re not moving at all. “you know better than that,” you scold. “don’t you, gorgeous?” 

he huffs, whines, forcing his hips back down on the bed as megumi slips the straps of your bra off your shoulders slowly, sensually. you let it fall on your lap, on yuuji’s lap, before you toss it carelessly aside, welcoming megumi’s lips along your shoulder and on your neck. 

“you know,” you start, “i don’t think i’ll fuck you.” you almost laugh at the way his eyes widen up at you. 

in between kisses, megumi sighs teasingly. “you’re so mean,” he sarcastically says, kissing at your jaw as his arms circle you, hands caressing all over body. at his ministrations, you lean back into him, letting him feel you up: he squeezes at your breasts, tugs at your nipples, nips with his teeth at your neck, until his hands finally dip lower. 

you’re a little breathless as you respond, grinning devilishly at yuuji as megumi’s fingers finally slip past your underwear. “he likes me mean.” 

when megumi’s fingers find your dripping cunt, yuuji moans with you. he can barely feel the brush of the darker haired boy’s fingers through your panties and his boxers, because he’s so hyperaware of everything that he really has no choice to notice it. and you know this, you can tell. of course you can — there’s nobody that knows him better than you.

your hips rise as megumi’s fingers circle your clit, before dipping between your folds to soak his fingers with your slick, brushing against your entrance, before trailing back up to your clit. beneath you, yuuji trembles with his attempt to stay still and unmoving, eyes wide and pupils blown as he watches megumi pleasure you, all while on his lap. megumi’s fingers tease and rub, until finally, when you whine softly and lift your hips to meet his hands, he dips them inside of you, eased by how soaked you are. 

“she feels so good,” megumi gasps, lips hovering by your neck as he gazes at yuuji through half lidded eyes. “she’s tight too. bet she’d feel so good around a cock, hm?” 

yuuji’s breath hitches at megumi’s words, and he shuts his eyes tightly, head bowing in as he tries to steady and ground himself. you feel his cock twitch helplessly beneath you, and your moans dissolve into a small sigh, feeling as megumi speeds up his fingers slightly and curls them within you. 

behind you, he tuts disapprovingly, catching yuuji’s attention. “watch,” he simply commands, and it’s so adorable how yuuji listens so well, so easily, so quickly. his eyes burn into your figure, tracing your curves, the arch of your back, the way your nipples stand hard and perky, megumi’s fingers disappearing inside of you. he seems to decide to focus on that, watching with wide eyes as megumi fucks you with his fingers, sloppy and messy as your hips rise and fall and grind. mouth drying, yuuji shuts momentarily, gulping and licking his lips, while megumi’s thumb settles on your clit. 

“hngh, fuck,” you gasp, hand lowering to grasp at megumi’s wrist. he sighs against you, his breath hot on your skin, the room growing warmer and warmer by the second as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. “gonna cum, ugh, fuck.” 

by now, your moans are so shamelessly loud, music to yuuji’s ears. he’s panting with you, mesmerized by the way you react to megumi fingering you. with the latter focused on you, and you lost to your near orgasmic bliss, he manages to roll his hips slightly, upwards, barely brushing against your dripping cunt and megumi’s fingers. 

“yes, yes, cum,” megumi whispers, teeth sinking into your skin, lips sucking hotly. “make a mess of yuuji, leave him filthy and drenched in your cum.” 

yuuji chokes at his words, his thighs tensing as he fists his hands tightly. he rocks his hips up faster, desperate for any type of friction, any sort of stimulation. and he realizes then and there that he’s thankful you hadn’t stripped him bare yet, because this would be a lot worse if he didn’t have his tight boxers pressing around his dick right now.

 you’re breathlessly gasping, megumi’s thumb rubbing harshly and quickly on your clit. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, mouth falling open as your body seizes up, and finally, finally, you tip over the edge, legs shaking and spasming on either side of yuuji as you fall forward, head resting on yuuji’s shoulders. megumi’s fingers are still curled inside of you, thumb pressing against your clit, but when he pulls away, you don’t whine from the loss, you simply sigh, grinding down on yuuji. 

his boxers are now completely soaked, sticky with your cum and—

“oh my god, you came,” you gasp, chest still heaving a little, and looking between you and yuuji, staring down at his lap. your fingers reach for the hem of his boxers, pulling and peeling it off, peering inside. “you really came.” you sound a little shocked, amused, but worse of all, as if you were trying to humiliate him. it only makes his cock twitch. past the clothing barrier you see it: his cock is messy, covered in and smeared with cum, the tip pink and wet. and still, after an orgasm, it’s still fat and hard and veiny, desperate and dripping. it makes you laugh as you begin to slide off his lap, his whine so pretty, and as you take his boxers with you. he obediently lifts at his hips to allow you to pull them away, and his cock springs up, slapping against his stomach. this is your favorite part when it’s yuuji’s turn to be played with— he’s always got so much in him, so much to give. 

you giggle again as you lower yourself onto your stomach, leaning on your elbows, coming face to face with his cock. 

“’m sorry,” yuuji stutters, shuddering as he feels your fingers accidentally brush against his inner thigh. 

“s’okay!” you reassure him. “was planning on getting you to cum for me anyways. it’s fine if you got an early start.” he sighs, in relief, and then intakes a sharp breath as you shuffle closer to him. instinctively, his legs spread for you, and, now close enough, you nudge at his dick with the tip of your nose, humming out another giggle. “besides, s’not like we got anything to do for tomorrow. right, ‘gumi?” 

the glint in megumi’s eye when yuuji looks up is too mischievous for his own liking, but he’s too far gone to even think straight, just nodding dumbly when megumi confirms, “yeah, baby.”

“please,” yuuji mewls out again, vaguely, and megumi sighs, leaning forward to ruffle at yuuji’s hair. you watch the interaction with endearment. 

“gotta use your big boy words, yu,” he reminds him, tone stern. 

your boyfriend nods, as if there really is no other thought that getting fucked stupid in his brain, and adds, “please, i wanna feel good. only you—” his gaze falls to you, “—only you—” he’s heaving at his inability to manage out any words, and it’s so cute, you pull yourself closer to him, almost out of pity. you lift yourself up, one arm now resting on his thigh, the other hand reaching out to grasp at his dick. 

at the first feel of your hand wrapped around him, yuuji gasps, legs bending at the knees in shock. your strokes start slow, careful, languid, and it eases him, allows him to settle and calm down. the shackles behind him are loud as they clash as he tenses, using all his self control and will not to buck up into you. 

“yuuji,” megumi calls out for him. yuuji’s in a daze, and he blinks, megumi’s voice sounding too far away despite being right by him. it almost feels as if he’s sinking underwater. your hand around him tightens, and you lean forward, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, and he shivers, whining. “yuuji,” megumi repeats, more sternly. his head falls back and lolls to the side, meeting megumi’s eyes. “color?”

it comes all too quick for him. “green,” he says, surely. “green, green, ugh, fuck— don’t stop, m’green.” 

you release him from your mouth, kitten licking at the slit as you laugh. “i don’t plan on stopping. not for a long while,” you tell him, as a warning, drawling out the long. he doesn’t seem to hear it. oh well. 

wrapping your lips around the head again, you suck, your hand otherwise stimulating the rest of his cock. he’s needed no lube nor no spit, already wet from his smeared cum. you can taste it on your tongue as your jaw stretches to take more of him, and the feel of him, heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips wide, your mouth stuffed with more and more of him, feels just too good that you can’t help the loud moan that tumbles out, vibrating along his dick. 

he cries out a broken yell, his hips unintentionally bucking up. it’s okay though, you want him to. it’s all part of what you want to reduce him to. 

as his cock is finally fully in your mouth, you finally feel it. the nudge of megumi’s cock against your cunt. you can feel him rubbing it along your pussy lips, smearing and mixing his precum with your arousal. god, if you’d only discovered just how messy megumi likes it earlier on. in response to him, you moan again around yuuji’s dick, legs spreading for megumi. 

“good girl,” you hear him whisper, and it almost feels like you’re in yuuji’s place. one of megumi’s hands reaches out to grope your ass, spreading you even more for him, the other guiding him inside of you. it’s incomparable to his fingers. although yuuji’s cock is much thicker, megumi’s is long and pretty, and you know this, you can feel it with how he sinks deeper, and deeper, and deeper inside of you. it feels unbelievably good to be stuffed with two cocks from either end, especially when megumi starts to move. 

he thrusts slowly, pulling out leisurely, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein along his cock as he shifts until barely the tip rests in your pussy, before pushing the head in, filling you up all over again. both his hands now rest on your ass, spreading you and kneading, massaging, at the flesh. while he fucks you, you slurp and suck on yuuji’s cock, cheeks hollowing out and hand messy and wet. above you, yuuji’s completely losing all inhibitions. he tries to fall forward, to curve and lean into you, to stuff your throat with more of his cock, but he restraints stop him. the collar tightens on his airway when he leans too forward, his arms straining and muscles aching, bulging and tensing. 

you hum appreciatively as megumi’s thrusts speed up, one of your hands reaching out to fondle and squeeze at yuuji’s heavy, tight balls while you deepthroat him. 

“hah, haah, fu— mhm— fuck.” yuuji’s a mess as you draw him closer and closer to his orgasm, all too quickly for his liking. it feels like you’re rushing it, but he can’t exactly complain, not when it feels this good. his abs tense and roll as he arches his back, throwing his head back and crying out, eyes squeezing shut. he gasps and cries and borderline sobs, legs bending at the knees again as you swallow around him and suck harshly. 

all this, combined with the rocking of your body, the creaking of the bed as megumi fucks you, and your small, tiny gasps and moans that you manage to let out with your face stuffed, quickly send him over, and he sucks in a breath sharply, his cock twitching and bobbing in your mouth as he spills down your throat. you accept it all gratefully, swallowing and trying not to gag and cough up his cum as he spills and spills and spills. god, he still has so much to give? it’s amazing. 

when you pull off of him, your head falls forward, your body now more freely rocking with the force of megumi’s thrusts. yuuji watches in fear as his cock, messy with your spit and wet, leftover cum, twitches against his at the sight of you. he’s gonna get hard again, he’s sure. it’s embarrassing, how easily aroused he is because of you. you’re gasping and panting as megumi fucks into you, his thrusts now sloppier and less practiced. he’s close, yuuji’s sure. of course he is. who could ever hold back and last long when in a cunt as tight, as warm, as wet and inviting as yours? 

“fuck, i’m so close— hngh,“ megumi gasps, moaning as he feels your cunt clench around him. “i’m gonna cum— y’feel so good,” he slurs, arms shaking as he tightens his hold on your ass, squeezing roughly. 

your arms’ strength falter and you fall, face pushed down on the mattress between yuuji’s legs. “inside,” you manage to mumble, voice muffled by the bed.

the shackles clang as yuuji struggles again. you look so good, laid out like this and pressed flat onto the mattress as megumi pushes into you once, twice, before he grunts sharply, stilling and pushing as deep as he can, arms trembling as he cums inside of you. you feel it as it fills you up, shooting inside of you, his cock pulsating against your walls. it’s a dizzying feeling, when he moves ever so slowly, fucking himself through his orgasm, the cum trickling and oozing out when the head of his cock falls out of your cunt. 

megumi grabs at it, gripping his cock tightly, as he fucks his cum back into you, and yuuji says it before thinks it. 

“sit on my face.” 

you’re grinning as you lift your head up to look at him. 

you’re not sure how many hours have passed by now. you’ve cum too many times, two only from sitting on yuuji’s face and his eager cunt eating, while megumi’s cum one additional time. yuuji, though. yuuji’s a lot worse off than either of you. or maybe better. 

since he’d asked you to sit on his face, you’d changed his position, and so, his restraints too. he lays on his back now, body slick with sweat and cum, yours, his, megumi’s, it doesn’t matter. his arms are raised up, and there’s a handcuff on each wrist, binding him to the headboard. he stills dons the collar, but this time, instead of attaching him to the headboard, a chain dangles from the singular front hook, and at each end of it are clamps, tightly pressing down on his nipples. 

he’s sore in every way, disgusting and filthy, and every part of his body hurts. but when you reach out for his cock, again, for the hundredth time, and you ask him his color, he still manages out a raspy, whiny, “green.” 

the vibrator that’s been pushed inside of him buzzes alive, and yuuji’s eyes widen, his entire body tensing up as he cries out behind a closed mouth. you reach for his cock, and his mouth falls open, his legs shaking and the handcuffs click and clang. when he throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut in pain as you grip his cock, the clamps pull at his nipples, and he keens, body attempting to curve in on itself in response to the pain. 

“aren’t you a good boy?” you coo, stroking his cock eagerly. 

one of megumi’s hands caresses the expanse of yuuji’s chest, the other fiddles with the buttons of the vibrator’s remote. “a really good boy,” he agrees with you. “like a puppy.” cocking his head and narrowing his eyes at the fucked out boy beneath him, he increases the speed of the toy inside of yuuji, watching as yuuji’s back arches up and his eyes cross, more tears leaking out. the toy is shaped in a way that constantly presses against his prostrate when fully inside of him. that, along with the fact that it vibrates, and your hand around his cock has him crying for the two of you. 

actually crying. fat tears roll down his cheeks, replacing the stain of the old ones with these fresh ones as you jerk him off. 

“puppy!” you exclaim happily, delighted with the way yuuji seems to respond so positively to the nickname. “oh, puppy, i love you.”

yuuji whines, panting desperately as his tongue lolls out. megumi’s finger trails up to his lips, his thumb lifting and pressing down on the muscle in yuuji’s mouth. “it fits him,” he decides, and you hum in agreement, jerking yuuji off faster, harder. 

his past orgasm had been dry, painfully so. yuuji had expected that to be the last of it. you’d pulled so many out of him: the bed is damp with the evidence, and his skin is sticky with it too. but still, you’d whined and pouted at him, asking him for once more. yuuji doesn’t think he can feel the rest of his body anymore, and he thinks he’s actually gone braindead. 

if megumi was asked, he’d agree in a heartbeat. 

yuuji’s mouth twitches against the press of megumi’s thumb on his tongue, but the dark haired boy only moves his thumb to replace it with his index and middle finger. he pushes deeper until his fingers tickle the entrance of yuuji’s throat, until he hears him gag. 

you thumb at the slit of yuuji’s cock, pressing down unforgivingly as yuuji gargles out, “gonna— cum— hngh.” it hadn’t taken long at all. it’s almost pathetic how quick he’d been sent over the edge, his hips rolling and thrusting up and his cock spasming in your hand as he orgasms, the clamps tugging and pulling at his nipples with every movement of his, sending shocks of pain up his spine. he’s too stupified to even consider disliking it though. and you can’t say you blame him for cumming quick, not with what you and megumi’d just put him through. the thought makes you giggle as yuuji uses your tight hand to ride out his final— hopefully— orgasm. 

mercifully, your hand falls away from his cock, and you pat his thigh lovingly as megumi slows down the vibrator. you pull it out of him slowly, mesmerized with how yuuji clamps down and clenches around it like he doesn’t want it to leave him. as you do so, megumi smoothes at his hair, slowly unclasping his nipples and removing his handcuffs, his fingers rubbing soothingly at the sore skin. “dumb little puppy,” he whispers, helping yuuji lower his arms, and moving to remove his collar. 

you laugh lightly as you crawl up along yuuji’s body, placing either hand on the mattress on either side of his face, and leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “love you, puppy,” you whisper, sincerely, and it’s okay if he doesn’t kiss you back, lacking too much of his energy to even move an inch. you know he loves you back. 

he did just let you do all that to him, after all. 

“did you two know?” 

it’s nearly 24 hours later that yuuji’s called upon by your superiors, an impromptu mission announced. he’s glaring accusingly at you and megumi now, and you honestly can’t say you’ve ever seen megumi this amused. 

he answers for the two of you. “no, but it’s a nice coincidence,” he replies to yuuji, and the latter harshens his glare. 

he moves to lift an accustoary arm up, but winces in pain and instead, keeps at his side. “there’s no way you didn’t know!” he argues. 

you chuckle to yourself, approaching yuuji. when your hand comes up to cup his face, he relaxes, a little. he’s still radiating anger and betrayal, however. you doubt he’d let this go, ever. if not seriously, then to get back at you. and you keep that thought in mind as you comfortingly reassure him, “come on, love. this is your duty. you knew what was up when you decided to become a jujutsu sorcerer years back.”

he huffs, glare returning as his angry eyes meet your faux innocent ones. 

you roll your eyes, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, and when you do, you pause for a moment. as you steal in a breath to begin to speak, yuuji curls in on you, leaning closer to hear you. “make me proud, puppy,” you whisper by his ear. “and only then can you have your fun with me.” 

yuuji freezes, straightening up. his eyes meet megumi’s, and it’s that mischievous glint shining in them. this time, he matches him, and grins.

end note; holy shit was that long. and filthy. and long. i was gonna make it even longer and go in more depth with the smut but i was like that’s just gonna be boring lmfao hfksjs ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoyed this!!! let me know what you think and if i should do any other poly scenarios with these two!! <3</p>