#he wanted to roleplay with your crazy ass

[mrtequilasunset]

Unprovoked

[reignpage]

She's Crazy But She's Mine

Synopsis: In which everyone wonders why hockey player!Toji is with the weird girl  Warnings: smut, fluff, porn with some plot, fem!reader, cringe galore beware- might hit home for some people lol, cockwarming, semi-exhibitionism, blowjob, unprotected sex, roleplaying, biting, dirty talk (at parts cringy on purpose), boxers sniffing, improper use of hockey stick, cunnilingus, fingering, not proofread - like seriously, not at all. sorry Word Count: 2k

Toji’s the star of the hockey team — highly skilled, a strong performer, speedy, agile, a visionary, and so damn hot. Everyone loves him: the guys want to be him and the girls want to ride him. With those broad shoulders, his slutty waist, sinful smirk and tempting scar, he’s earned his title as MVP. 

What people don’t get, though, is why he walks the halls of campus with his arm slung over a girl who is clearly not on his level: you wear anime merch, galaxy leggings, and big, boxy glasses you don't seem to actually need. People who have classes with you gossip about how you sit at the back, in the far right corner, chewing on your hair and drawing male characters in intimate positions. One cheerleader even swears you hissed at her when she said she likes your art style. 

After practice, he doesn’t hang back with the guys, instead, he’s heading over to the robotics lab to pick you up.  You’re rambling about circuits, the future of android domination or whatever to some nerd. He blushes when you press close. Toji, at the doorway, is staring daggers at the lanky little shit, who obviously didn’t get the memo about his claim. 

“Ya like nerds, ma? That why you were practically milking his dick in the lab?” He’s bullying his fat cock inside your tight, sloppy pussy. Your ugly-ass leggings are ripped apart at the crotch, legs spread to their limits as he fucks you against some shelves in the janitor’s closet.

Breathless, glasses askew, you reply. “N-no. Was just -ah, Toji, slow down!- just excited to tell him about LADS… I think he’d -hah- really like Zayne.”

He laughs against your neck, sucking at a sensitive spot just to feel you tighten around him. 

“God, if your moans didn’t sound so damn good, I’d stuff your panties in your mouth.”

In the locker room, after a good game, the guys ask him why he’s even with you. They point out that you talk to yourself sometimes, that you have different pictures of pretty men in your phone case every day, wear brightly-coloured clothes you made yourself, and have only ever been seen drinking cans of Monster.

Toji doesn’t bother answering. Why would he? They’ll never understand your dynamic, your appeal, and the fact that he wouldn't be able to shake you off even if he did want to. 

With the pummelling of the water, he hides the nasty slurrrrrrps coming from your mouth as you kneel between his legs in his stall, at the very back of the showers. Toji's always the first one in the locker room after a game because he knows you'll be hiding somewhere; you love to lick, suck and fondle his balls after he's gotten all sweaty and sticky. Something about his 'musk' and 'pheromones' unlocking your 'inner moon goddess.'

You’ve got a tail plugged in your ass, all soaked and pathetic looking, but when it twitches as you clench, empowered by the taste and enormous size of him filling your throat, your hockey player boyfriend can’t help but cum hard. 

“Drink it all up —yeah, just like that, good girl.” He licks his scar when you stick your tongue out, playing with the cum on there with your long fingers, making yourself gag just for him. “Shh, keep quiet, yeah? Don’t want them to catch you. Alright, turn around, baby, show me your pretty pussy.”

Bent over, you smoosh your face against the cold tiles and spread your cheeks for him, purposefully clenching so he can see your juices drool out when he lifts your soggy tail up. Wriggling your ass, you whisper, “Come and plant your seed, oh Dark Lord. Make this mudblood bear fruit for my serpent king.”

He shakes his head in disappointment but sinks his cock into you anyways. “You got back into your Harry Potter phase again, didn’t ya?”

Since he's started dating you, his understanding of pop culture has broadened considerably. For example, just recently, the new Marvel movie came out and you couldn't stop replaying edits of Bucky. He was doing push-ups when you dropped to the ground and crawled right under his body, his arms fully extended. That mischievous grin on your lips could only spell out one thing: trouble. 

That was how he found himself, folding you into a pretzel, in his bedroom. And despite the dangerous hold he had around your neck, you could only whine out, "Harder, Buck!"

"Yeah, Steve, take my fat cock. Milk the Winter out of my Soldie—God, these lines are so shit, ma. Who wrote this garbage?"

Nails digging into his meaty forearm, sweat-slicked and delirious, you reply with a giggle, working your ass back against his pelvis to feel his tip kiss your cervix. "My mootie. Don't worry about it. Come on, we're only in Act Two out of seven. Think you can last?"

He grunts. "Worry 'bout yourself, doll. I can do this all day."

Sometimes, your weirdness doesn't even involve him. Just last week, he came home after practice and dumped his duffel bag in the living room on his way to the bathroom, keen to get clean. When he finished, he noticed the bag unzipped and rifled through. Sighing, he saunters into his bedroom, bends down, grabs your ankle, and drags you out from under his bed.

With his boxers covering your entire face, he tuts. "What have I said about taking my shit? Huh? What did I say about going around and sniffing my boxers like some kinda dog? Said you just gotta ask, didn't I?"

Shamelessly, you come to a kneeling position, pulling his towel off so you can nuzzle his already half-hard cock, still wearing his boxers on your head. "Sorry, Toji."

"Show me, ma. Show me how damn sorry you are."

Not a moment of peace is given to him with you as his girlfriend. Not when you always have a new hobby, when there's drama unfolding all the time in all the online communities and fandoms you're part of, and certainly not when your appetite is seemingly endless. He can't even tape his new stick up for grip without you climbing on his back and laying kisses all over his neck. "No."

"But I wanna!"

Trying to shape you off, he says, "You gotta wait. Need to get a feel for it before I keep taping."

Of course, you don't listen to him. So, he's forced to throw the tape aside and let you crawl onto the floor, between his legs. The hockey stick is hooked on your clothed pussy, pressed deliciously right against your slit.

"Needy fucking girl, aren't ya? Can't fucking wait. Well, fine. Go on, then. Make it a good one. Make it worth my damn time."

Grinding, you get lost in the friction, groping your bouncy tits over your shirt. He huffs a laugh when you meet his gaze, eyes clouded over with desire, and lick a long stripe up the shaft. "Toji, tie my wrists to the ends and fuck me from behind, please."

"Sure, but I get to choose the movies for the next week. Getting tired of all the Lord of the Rings shit."

You moan in agreement when he suddenly tugs on the stick, pulling it hard against your clit. Your pussy juices coat the toe and he can't resist rubbing his throbbing cock over his shorts, already imagining all the good luck seeping into the stick, carrying him onto his victory.

"Cum, baby. Get it all wet for me, yeah? I'll be sure to thank you real good when I win next time."

Showing up to practice with a crick in his neck, Toji shrugs off any questions about it. His teammates would only tease him for being a simp if they found out he had spent hours the night before eating you out under your desk as you gamed.

He had three fingers stuffed inside your drenched cunt, curling them again and again against your gummy spot as he sucked hard on your pulsing clit. Your thighs quivered around his head, keeping him close, threatening to suffocate him; there are worst ways to die, he supposed.

"Fuck! Whose goddamn Venti is that? Did they even equip any fucking artefacts? I gotta carry this team with my Yaelan. Again."

Toji fought the urge to roll his eyes, and instead focused on rolling your clit around with his tongue, teasing the bundle of nerves with his skills. Despite your less than perfect diet, he finds that you actually always tastes good. You only eat fast food and chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs, yet you're sweet, mild, and completely addictive.

Sucking hard, partly to bring you closer to an orgasm and partly so he could bring your attention back to him rather than whatever's on your screen, he listened to your sharp intake of breath. "Ah! T-toji, be gentle. I'm still -ngh!- sensitive."

"Hurry up and win then, ma. My balls are about to fucking burst."

You giggled, brushing a hand through his hair, scratching just right and gaining a low groan out of him. "Give me one more -hah- o-orgasm and I'll let you -fuuuuuck, Toji- creampie me. You can watch it ooze out like custard filling, whatd'ya say, baby?"

"Yeah, sure. But don't make me recite any lines from whatever mafia erotica shit you're reading, yeah?"

He bit back a chuckle when he felt you pout, through some cosmic connection (your words, never his) and shoved your chair back suddenly. Standing to his full height, he lifted your hips with him, leaving you dangling in the air, clinging to the armrests desperately as he sucked the soul out of your drooling pussy. "Yes, fuck! God, y-you're so good to me. I love -hngh!- you! Marry me!"

"Shut up. That's my fucking line."

Even his brother sometimes wonders why you two are even together. It’s not that the younger boy doesn’t like you, no, of course, he does — you’re nice, and you bake him cookies. He just thinks you two are so different from each other. Toji likes sports and fitness. You like anime and bedrotting.

He's brought it up before, and his older brother would only muss his hair and tell him, 'You're asking questions you're not ready to hear the answers to.'

What he doesn’t get to see, because he’s at school, is that you two have found a common ground, a way to blend your worlds together. 

Your boyfriend watches sports on the TV, beer in hand and you on his lap, arms and legs wrapped around his body. You watch whatever anime you’re obsessed with at the moment on your iPad, which you hold up behind his head, nuzzling close into the crook of his neck. Occasionally, you’ll take a long whiff of his scent or chomp on his skin, and in retaliation, he’ll rut his cock deep inside you. Something about quality time and cockwarming really gets you going, apparently. 

“Up, baby. Need to get another drink.” He grunts when you tighten your hold around him, even going as far as to clamp down on his throbbing cock, grinding your hips around. A dribble of cum runs down his balls. “No? You’re a real piece of work. Alright, hold on tight then.”

Every step he takes drives him deeper inside you, nudging his fat cock head against that gooey spot inside of you. “Ah, Toji, your rock-hard member is impaling me!”

Groaning, he smacks your ass. “Do you gotta call it those weird ass names, ma? Ain’t ‘dick’ just fine?”

“What about ‘manhood?’”

“Try again.”

You hum. “‘Shaft?’ Or, ‘wizard’s staff?’”

He takes a swig of his beer, sighing. “Forget it.”

Yeah, his girl might be weird, but you're cute. Toji’s never met anyone else who can get his dick hard and leaking like there’s no tomorrow all while you ramble about which fictional world you'd love to be ‘isekaid’ into, whatever that means. You might be weird, but you help his brother out with his homework, massage aches out of his limbs after a particularly violent game, don't judge him for not having many real friends or for his family situation, and you push his desires to their very limits with your wild imaginations and lack of reservations. You’re incredible and people would never understand that.

And plus, Toji really doesn’t think you’re that weird, anyway.

“Hey, Toji? Can you cum inside and then eat me out? I want to record you making bubbles on my clit.”

Never mind.

[divinedomainn]

Stream and Scream | reader x multiple men

play previous song? || ◁ PART 1 ▷ || play next song?

summary : After another horny stream, you drop the bomb: fuck-a-fan fridays—seven weeks, seven fans, seven filthy videos. masks on, faces hidden, just you and one lucky subscriber tangled up on camera each week. All they have to do? strip down, get hard, and show you why it should be them. Auditions start now.

contains : camgirl!reader x a whole ass roster, rotating cast, university AU, smut, porn with kinda a crack plot, casual sex, anonymous sex, exhibitionism, recording, oral sex, piv sex, rough kinky sex, everyone wants to fuck reader, horny simp men

A/N : and so it starts!!! is everyone ready to see the submissions from your favorite horndogs? :) (also i hope you can tell whose who hehehe) i'm trying to keep the writing inclusive for every sort of female presenting person so let me know how i've done!

The next few weeks passed in a blur of lace, lube, and direct deposits that made your head spin. What had started as a desperate half-joke had morphed into a full-blown empire - your empire. The girl who once contemplated selling her underwear for gas money was now clearing rent, tuition, groceries, and still had enough left over to drop serious coin on clothes and silk bed sheets.

You’d gone to the next level. Your friends were of course benefitting from your suspiciously newfound wealth, you casually said you had found a better part-time job, never letting them know the truth when you decided to take them shopping. Not yet at least.

Private requests were your bread and butter. You weren’t just good anymore - you were a professional tease, a digital siren with a library of toys, outfits, and vocal tones that could bring grown men to their knees. They paid for everything; soft whispers, rough talk, slow stroking, filthy roleplays. Some just oddly wanted to hear your moans on loop. Others wanted personalized videos where you called them by username and told them exactly what you’d do if they ever had the balls to show up in person.

You were making big bank. Like “accidental tax bracket change” big. Like “should probably consult a financial advisor” big.

And the men?

Oh, the men were obsessed.

Especially the regulars. Their usernames lit up your screen night after night, tipping with reckless abandon, flooding the chat with unfiltered thirst. You didn’t know who they were in real life, yet, but their personalities bled through the screen in such vivid, chaotic little ways.

EmoWithaBoner was yearning. Desperate in a way that made your chest clench and your thighs twitch. His messages were usually soft, almost sweet - You deserve everything, You looked so beautiful tonight - until something cracked open inside him mid-message and he’d type something crazy like: I would lick your cunt until you beg me to stop. Now that had gotten a small “Oh.” out of you. He wanted to worship you and ruin you all at once.

SixEyesOnly was a fucking menace. Flirty, cocky, constantly sending emojis that were way too smug for someone probably watching with only one hand available. His tips were ridiculous, like, spend $300 just to watch you eat grapes in a bad wig slowly sort of ridiculous, and his messages read like he was trying to fluster you on purpose. You assumed it was some sort of control thing with him, throwing money at people and getting them to do it. No complaints from you.

TempleOfSin was smooth, a little poetic, a little filthy. He asked for long, descriptive videos where you described what you were wearing, how you’d touch him, how you'd taste. He liked to also order roleplay videos where you pretended to worship him like he was some sort of God. Sometimes he called you his loyal little follower. You didn’t ask questions.

daddyissuez was feral. No other word for it. His requests were blunt, primal, always toeing the line of what the platform allowed and your own, now lacking, self-control. He liked spit, degradation, and power games. His tipping was sporadic and a lot less compared to the others, though, it was enough to keep him in your attention.

OfficeAfterHours was different. Polite. Polished. His messages came like little business memos laced with innuendo. “You looked stunning tonight. That color suits you,” followed by a $200 tip telling you to buy more in the same color. Never crude, always composed. It made him stand out more, somehow. Like a man who didn’t need to beg. A man who expected what he wanted, and always got it.

And then there was KingOfRot.

Unpredictable. Crude. Arrogant. He dropped tips like they were nothing. $500 just because you looked at the camera in a way he said was like a ‘deer in the headlights’. Odd, but $500 was a good amount to keep your mouth shut. He called you “pet,” “whore,” “delicious little thing.�� You should’ve blocked him. Instead, you kept reading his messages twice over with your jaw unhinged and in wonderment whether or not he actually said that. His energy was intense and you hated how hot that was.

Which brings us to tonight.

You were perched in your new silk sheets, ring light warm against your skin, wearing your most transparent slip where your nipples were clearly on display and a smug little smirk behind that now iconic mask of yours. You’d hyped this stream for days - teased it on your feed, hinted at it in DMs. The chat was already on fire and you hadn’t even said a word yet. Tonight was a big one.

EmoWithaBoner: god ur so fucking hot tonight SixEyesOnly: i logged in 15 minutes early and i still feel late :(( OfficeAfterHours: You’ve outdone yourself this evening. KingOfRot: Come on, get to the fucking point, girl.

You grinned, slow and lethal, dragging your fingers along your inner thigh and ignoring KingOfRot.

“Well,” you purred, “I figured since you’ve all been very generous lately… it’s time I give something back.”

SixEyesOnly: oh fuck You licked your lips, loving the short little power trip it gave you. “I’ve been thinking,” you said, voice sweet and dangerous. “Maybe it’s time to start a little… tradition.”

You paused for dramatic effect.

“Fuck-a-Fan Fridays.” You bit your lip. Boom. Chat detonation. SixEyesOnly had sent you $200 just for the phrase.

EmoWithaBoner: you’re joking SixEyesOnly: oh shit baby TempleOfSin: Perfect. KingOfRot: You say when and where, pet. daddyissuez: i’ll be first. fuck the line OfficeAfterHours: I trust you've thought this through..

You leaned in close. OfficeAfterHours was cute in the way he was concerned for you. “I mean, why stop at one, right?” You giggled, cheeks burning behind your mask as you kicked your feet a little bit out of the view of your webcam. “I was gonna keep it casual, but um… yeah. What if I made it a thing? Like, a series?”

Another pause. You leaned in even closer, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial whisper that still carried heat.

“One fan. Every Friday. For seven weeks.”

You crossed your bare legs over one another, your slip rising on your thighs as you did so. “Seven Fridays. Seven people. Seven chances to fuck the brains out of a very nervous, very willing woman who cannot believe she’s actually saying this live right now.”

You sat up again, brushing the slip back into place like your nipples weren’t clearly on display.

“I mean..obviously, we’ll keep it anonymous. Like, we’re not stupid here. Masks. No faces. Just hands. Bodies. And my camera.” The chat was still in full meltdown, comments stacking so fast the shitty platform could barely keep up. Your heart was pounding, your skin warm and tingling from the high of it all—of watching them fall apart just from your voice, your words, the soft shift of silk and skin. You hadn’t even done anything explicit yet, and they were on their knees.

God, it was addictive.

You stretched your arms overhead with a soft sigh, the movement pulling your slip just high enough to tease your hips. A final little gift before the curtain dropped.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” you said with a giggle, feigning innocence even as your gaze sparkled with something much dirtier. “You guys are gonna give me a heart attack.” SixEyesOnly: no no no don’t leave yettt!! :(( KingOfRot: You owe me for the buildup, woman. You tilted your head, lips curving into a sweet little smile as you leaned forward, giving them just one more generous view of your tits before the curtains closed.

“But before I go…” you said, voice slipping into something quieter, softer, like a secret you didn’t mean to share. “If you’re serious about Fuck-a-Fan Fridays… I want you to show me.”

The pause that followed had its own kind of weight. You watched the chat stall for half a second. The anticipation was thick enough to choke on.

“Send me a message,” you murmured, “with a picture. No face. Just your body, and cock, obviously.”

You let your fingers trail down your own torso, to your hips, your thighs, hinting at what you wanted to see. “Let me see what I’d be touching.. What I’ll be fucked braindead by.” EmoWithaBoner: fuck i’ll take a hundred SixEyesOnly: don’t lose your mind too much baby KingOfRot: It’ll be mine you dream about when you touch yourself. OfficeAfterHours: Submission will follow shortly. No face. Clean framing. High quality.

You had to laugh—giddy and a little breathless. You honestly didn’t think they’d go this feral.

“Think of it as an audition,” you said, tucking your knees to your chest, playing sweet again. “Show me what you’re offering. How you’d fit against me. In me.”

You smoothed your hand up your own thigh, lazily now, teasing.

“And just so you know,” you added with a little grin, “I’m only really looking at the ones who’ve tipped enough to keep my attention. You know who you are.”

Oh, they most definitely did.

The seven of them were already scrambling—photos incoming, tips rolling, blood leaving their brains. You didn’t need names. Their usernames were burned into your memory. Their obsessions with you were paying your bills.

“Goodnight, boys,” you whispered. “Impress me.” The second you ended the stream, you collapsed backward into your pillows with a dazed little laugh, limbs spread like you’d just run a marathon and won a gold medal in filth. The glow from your laptop cast a soft haze across your legs, the screen already lighting up with the chaos you’d left behind—tips still pouring in, messages stacking, your inbox begging for attention.

And the photos?

Oh, they were already flooding in, from people you didn’t want, but it was there regardless - upping your activity.

You rolled onto your stomach, chin resting in your palm as you clicked open the first one with a half-curious, half-unhinged smile.

No face, just like you asked. Neck down. The guy was standing in front of a mirror, one hand wrapped tight around his cock, the other lifting his hoodie to show off his chest. His abs were flexed. His cock hard enough to cast a shadow.

You blinked. Let out a slow breath.

“…Damn.”

Another one came in. Different guy, different vibe—tattoos on his hips, hand slick and stroking himself in a dimly lit bathroom, captioned: Fridays look good on me. Want to see how I look underneath you?

“Oh my god,” you whispered, laughing as you pulled your legs up behind you. “This is real. I’m really doing this.”

And you were. One fan. Every Friday. Seven weeks. Seven videos. Each one getting posted to your feed, available for your hundreds of subscribers to watch, rewatch, tip on, comment under, and probably break their dicks to.

It wasn’t just a hookup. It was content. Premium content.

Still riding the rush, you opened your messaging panel and started typing.

New Mass Message Sent to All Subscribers:

Hey babes— If you missed the stream tonight (rip to you), here’s your official invite.

Fuck-a-Fan Fridays is happening. Starting next week, I’ll be choosing seven of you to spend one very intimate night with me. Every Friday for the next seven weeks, I’ll be posting a new video. One fan. One full-length scene. Just me… and whoever impresses me the most.

How to audition:- Send me a photo. - Neck down only. No faces. Masks will be worn on camera, so full anonymity will be protected. But I need to see everything. Cock out. Hard. Your body. Your vibe. The way you'd look on camera—underneath me, on top of me, behind me, inside me.

Show off a little. Or a lot.

Make me want it. Let the auditions begin.

xoxo,

—Your girl

taglist : @frozenmallows @90s-belladonna @moncher-ire @kunareads @blublublubby @grignardsreagent @soozeu @mochiivqi @sweetsformysoul @killak9mi @celloccino @gurlhere4fluff @syubseokie

[shy-writer-999]

One Piece Men and Their Kinks

ZORO, SANJI, and ACE, 2-3 kinks each. (✧ᴗ✧✿) (ʘ‿ʘ✿) (+ written descriptions of what they'd do with afab reader!)

WARNING: MINORS DNI. THIS IS NSFW CONTENT.

Zoro who has a breeding kink: Zoro never thought kids would be in the picture for him, given the intensity, violence, and danger of his life. However, when he’s with you in bed, he allows himself to indulge in the fantasy of filling you up with his kids, getting you pregnant, and making you a mom. He gets hard at the thought of fucking you raw, cumming in you, and seeing his cum leak out of your pussy—he gets even harder thinking how you would look pregnant carrying his child (and of course he wants to put you in a mating press). When he’s going crazy with his breeding fantasy these are some of the things he says:

“You’re going to be such a good mommy” “I’m going to breed this little cunt—fill you up with my kids” “Do you like how it feels when I fuck you raw? Do you like it when I cum inside?” “Your pussy feels so good Mommy” “Breeding you full of all my kids” “I’m going to cum in you and get you pregnant, do you like that?”

Zoro who loves other forms of dirty talk, too. Zoro just has a dirty mouth and an even dirtier mind. Besides telling you he’s going to breed you, he also likes calling you a good girl and fucking you senseless. It feels so dirty to him to call you a good girl, it gets him rock hard immediately to even think about it. It’s even better if you call him daddy or sir. He gets off on the idea of some sort of domination or power imbalance—he loves to be in control. Roleplay goes hand in hand with this kink, but he’s very mindful, attentive, and strict about safe words. Of course, you’ve never had to use one, but if you did, he’d drop everything immediately and tend to you so sweetly. When Zoro is pussy drunk and using dirty talk, these are the things he says:

“Do you like taking my cock like that?” “Yeah, take my cock just like that, you’re such a good girl” “Taking daddy’s cock like such a good girl” “Beg for it like a good girl” “You’re doing such a good job for daddy” “Do you like taking my cock, you fucking slut?” (this one he only pulls out once in a blue moon when he’s feeling feisty, but he goes crazy with the aftercare to make up for it)

Honorable mentions: Spanking and choking.

Sanji who has a degradation kink… Of course, this one makes sense. Usually, Sanji is loving and worshipping you in bed. I imagine that he has a lot of missionary sex, kisses while fucking, he’s great and tender with aftercare, pets your head and gives you forehead kisses after… but he has a fantasy of you actually treating him like shit, calling him names, calling him a disgusting pervert. He frequently gets called a disgusting pervert in real life but there’s something about you doing it in bed with his cock in you that makes his dick twinge. You'd call him names and he'd fuck you doggy then cum on your ass (or something like that). Sanji fantasizes about you saying these things in bed:

“Why are you getting harder when I call you names? Fucking pervert.” "You're so nasty, getting turned on by fucking me in secret—you like putting your dick into your own crewmate?" "Depraved freak getting off at fucking your own crewmate” “It’s disgusting how hard you get just looking at me” “I bet you play with yourself thinking about me every night, you touch-starved freak” etc. etc.

Sanji who gets off on cuckolding and voyeurism… Sanji would never do this in real life (because he has too much pride), but he fantasizes about watching Zoro or Luffy fuck you. Sitting next to the bed watching another man’s cock glide in and out of your pussy, he’d fist and stroke his own dick to completion. Just imagining you moaning and getting off on another dick makes him hard, and it makes him even harder to imagine you looking at him and moaning while you get creampied. Cuckolding feels dirty and pathetic to him and he likes that. Sanji would also like voyeurism—he would get off on the thought of spying on you while you fuck someone else (ideally a crewmate, to make it feel nastier). He’d touch and tease his cock while he watched in secret, trying to make as little sound as possible, and when he’d finish, he would slink off, feeling like the guilty and disgusting pervert he is. But part of his fantasy is also getting caught and told off for being a pervert (that’s where the degradation kink comes in). Bonus points if they let him watch after catching him (like in this fic by @cloudzoro... spectacular) and say scornful things to him.

Honorable mentions: food kink (licking whipped cream off you, using chocolate, cake, etc).

Ace who likes to tie you up and edge you until you cry… Ace likes to tie you up, putting you in the most embarrassing poses with your legs spread all the way. Tying you up is an artform for him, and he gets more creative every time. He pulls the ropes tight enough so they hurt, too. When you’re bound and can’t move a muscle, Ace likes to make you suck his dick until you’re gagging on it, he also likes to finger you, eat you out, and fuck you until you’re on the verge of orgasm, literally dripping wet. Then he’ll make you wait until you’re all the way back to where you started before he does it again and again. Ace edges you until you’re crying with frustration and need, until you’re begging him to let you cum and for him to cum on you, in you, anywhere he wants. He wants to watch you squirm, plead, toes curling, convulsing, shaking, and trembling. The whole time Ace edges you he calls you sweet names like princess, baby, sweetie, and sweetheart, in his low and deep voice, which melts like honey in your ears and goes straight to your core. He’ll whisper in your ear and hum when you start really going crazy begging for orgasm. Ace encourages you and reprimands you softly, keeping you in check, making you know that you have to wait until he says you can cum. These are things Ace says when he’s edging you until you can’t take it anymore:

“Not yet princess, you have to wait” “Mmmmm you’re sucking my cock so well sweetie” “Keep going baby, you can’t cum just yet” “I’ll eat you out as much as I can, but you can’t cum yet baby” “Wait until I tell you baby, no matter how much you beg you still have to wait” “I didn’t say you can cum yet, sweetheart” “Good job baby, you’re hangin’ in there so well” “Now you can cum for me princess, good job, good girl, there you go”

Ace who likes to play with toys (in any hole he can use)… Ace loves to fuck and tease you with any kind of toy he can get his hands on. He has a penchant for vibrators of all shapes and sizes, and some of his favorites are: Bullet vibrators (he likes shoving them up into you and fucking you with his fingers at the same time), g-spot vibrators (he fucks your g-spot continually until you can’t take it anymore, then he takes the vibrator out and fucks your dripping wet cunt with his own cock), and suction vibrators (he loves to latch the vibrator onto your clit and watch your eyes roll back in pleasure, he loves to see the pool of slick seeping out of your pussy, and loves to finally fuck you when you’re begging for it). Ace likes being in control and he likes watching you writhe from pleasure, but he also likes to exercise love and care while he’s doing it, and that’s where the previously mentioned pet names come in. He loves to fuck you and use toys at the same time, too. He’ll hold a vibrator to your clit while he eats you out and fingers you, or, even better, he’ll hold a vibrator to your clit at the max speed (or pulse setting) while he fucks you silly.

Ace also is a fan of ass play—he’ll get you shaking with the clit vibrator and then start slowly working your asshole open and loose with one finger, then two, until he puts a butt plug in. He likes to see your holes plugged up with toys, and gets off on seeing you go crazy from the pleasure. His love for toys goes along with his love of edging you, and he'll frequently tie you up, fuck you with toys, edge you, and then cum on/in you.

Honorable mentions: Hot wax & fire play (duhhh).

Okay thats all for now!! thanks for reading ily ʕ ● ᴥ ●ʔ (✿˘ω˘)˘ε˘˶ )

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What are we ?

part 1

Fake dating trope Gojo x fem reader

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MASTERLIST of the series

Part 1 Part 2

Synopsis : Gojo Satoru is your best friend since highschool. Your friendship was special, something that you valued. But then, he asks you to act like his girlfriend for a social gathering among high ranked jujutsu sorcerers. Everything doesn’t go as planned, and you come to wonder what your relationship with Satoru really is.

Words count : 8k.

Warnings : fluff, alcohol consumption, drunk Satoru and reader, sexual tension, misogyny, Naoya Zenin (yes he is his own warning), mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, swearings, mentions of arranged marriage, fake dating trope.

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Being best friends with Gojo Satoru since highschool had its perks, and downs… Indeed, you never expected, that on a friday morning, half asleep and putting some order in your files, you would receive this demand : 

“I need you to act like my girlfriend,” exclaims Satoru out of nowhere when suddenly entering the empty classroom in a loud bang. 

You raise your head, only to meet the blindfolded man closing the door behind him and walking quickly towards you. Unfazed by his morning outburst, long used to his weird antics, you sigh and stretch on your seat.

“Bro, what ? It’s too early for me to indulge in your weird ass roleplays like last time-” you start to answer, watching him drag a chair towards you and sitting on it. He leans towards your figure as he interrupts you.

“No no no, not like last time. Come on, I’m not joking. I really need your help and for you to act like my girlfriend ! Pretty please ?” he almost begs, clapping his hands together and pouting his lips as an imploration.

You look at him deadpan. Gojo Satoru was unpredictable, and him asking you this favor, actually didn’t look weird to you, as it was something almost considered normal in your daily life with him.

“Like, right now ? Is someone coming ? One of your fans ? I swear, I’m not dealing with them again, because their Gojo fanclub almost killed me-” you once more start to rumble, pointing at him as you recall this quite unfortunate moment when you had to mingle with the crazy fans of the great Gojo Satoru. But he quickly cuts you off by grabbing your hands in his, his large palms englobing yours firmly.

“No fans, I promise. It’s tonight, and the elders have literally forced me for months to attend one of their boring fancy ass gatherings with other clans. I know they want to take the opportunity to make me meet some people for possible arranged marriages, and there is no way in hell I'll participate in this without destroying their plan. So please, please, please, my sweet, amazing, beautiful, awesome y/n, pretend to be my girlfriend just for tonight !” 

You blink, once, twice, before looking at him for a few seconds in silence. He squeezes your hands in his, as a way to emphasize his words and probably convince you to agree.

“So you want me to act like your girlfriend, to destroy all the hopes for a possible arranged marriage idea they would have at this gathering ? Wow, I feel like we are in ancient times. There is no way they really are trying to force you to marry someone,” you finally answer, chuckling nervously. Playing pretend with Satoru wasn’t a problem for you, you two already were pretty close. Instead, it was everything that would come with it that could be a problem.

Satoru sighs, and lets go of your hands before passing his fingers in his hair, clearly annoyed.

“Yup. They say it’s my duty, as The Strongest, and the head of the Gojo Clan, to soon marry and have heirs. I agree, their mentality is stuck 200 years ago. But look at them, all wrinkles and shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were born during the 18th century,” he tries to joke as he shakes his head before crossing his arms over his broad chest. You let out a laugh, before taking a deep breath. 

“That sucks, I’m sorry. Of course I don’t mind helping you out, but they already know that we aren’t dating. So suddenly arriving tonight at this gathering, hand in hand, acting all lovey dovey, would be weird. Don’t you think so ?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and he hums at your words, thoughtful.

“I don’t care if they don’t believe it. The only thing that matters is to show that I’m already taken and can’t possibly get married to one of their daughters. That’s all. And hell, if you really wanna convince them, we could make out in front of everyone-” he ends up teasing as he lifts his blindfold to show you his blue eyes and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“Yeah, I’m not making out with you !” you interrupt him, rolling your eyes as you stand up from your chair. Satoru’s smile drops and he pouts.

“Awww, come on ! I know you secretly fantasize about that !” He stands up as well, following behind you, tall frame looming over your figure.

“You better stop or I will change my mind and not help you out,” you frown as you say that in a warning. You turn around to face your best friend and even point at him in an accusatory way. He lifts his hands up innocently.

“Ok, ok, geez. Can’t even joke anymore… Kids these days..” he huffs.

“Satoru…” you warn again.

“I mean thank you soooo much ! You really are the best !” he ends up exclaiming as his hands snake around your waist and bring you towards him. He starts to attack you with many kisses all over your cheeks, laughing while you squirm.

“What the hell ?!” you can’t help but laugh as well as he doesnt stop, on purpose doing big, fat, smooches on your plumpy skin.

Well, you were in for a long day. You just hoped that tonight wouldn’t be too chaotic. At least, not too chaotic. Because Gojo Satoru didn’t like sitting still.

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It was 6 P.M, and you were getting ready in your bedroom. Satoru explained to you how it will go, that he will come get you at your apartment, and both arrive together at the gathering at 7 P.M. You were wearing your dress halfway, as it wasn’t closed in the back. You still were deciding on what makeup to put, and the colors you will apply on your lips and eyes, wondering which one would be the best. As you sigh and look at yourself in the mirror of your vanity, your phone rings indicating a new message. It was Satoru saying he was early and would just come to your place and wait for you to finish getting prepared. You shrug, used to having him at your apartment.

At the same time, you hear keys and then the door of your home getting opened. In the past you did give him spare keys to your place, so you directly knew it was your best friend. You stand up from your vanity chair and walk towards the entrance. Your eyes lighten when you see Satoru wearing a tight black suit, and his hair combed backwards. His sunglasses fall over his nose and his tie is hanging somewhat loose on his collar. Oh, he really looked handsome. He already did everyday, and Satoru knew better than anyone else how charming he could be. But seeing him in this attire really did something to the butterflies in your stomach.

“Wow, look at you !” you exclaim, and Satoru walks quickly towards your figure, flashing a bright smile towards your direction.

“Says you,” his eyes glint while he stares at your body up and down, taking your hand and making you twirl on the tip of your toes.

“You arrive just in time, I need you to help me close my dress,” you say, and Satoru stabilizes you from the twirl as his hands land on your waist. He stands right behind you, and his warm fingers slowly slide on the naked exposed skin of your back for a second. You shiver head to toe, not expecting this touch.

“Satoru ?” you ask again as he still didn’t do what you demanded, raising an eyebrow.

“Ah, yeah. No problem,” he whispers, letting out what seemed like an awkward chuckle before zipping up the back of your dress in one go, as if he lingered too long he would burn himself. You felt the hotness of his breath on your nape, before stepping back.

“Here you go,” he says and you smile as you wink at him and walk towards your bedroom to continue your makeup.

“Thanks ! Now, since you are early, you will be my special stylist. You’ll help me choose my makeup,” you order him as you sit on the chair and he sits two meters away on the edge of your bed.

“I feel honored, here I can see the backstages of how you do your makeup,” he smiles as you roam through your drawers before taking out a palette with many different shades of colours. You turn slightly towards him, wanting his advice. 

“What colour should I use for my eyes ?” you ask, and Satoru tilts his head as he passes his hand in his snowy white hair, analyzing what he sees. He hums, tapping his foot, before looking back up at your eyes. He stares at your irises in silence, deeply, and even if you are used to doing staring contests with your best friend for fun, it always felt destabilizing to look into the depth of blue in his eyes. It always felt like drowning, somewhat intimate and vulnerable, as you knew his Six eyes ability allowed him to see things about yourself that you couldn't even know.

“This one, it’ll make your eyes pop. Trust your boyfriend on this,” he says, casually dropping this name appellation for himself. You look at the colour before raising your eyebrows at what he said.

“We still aren’t playing pretend, Satoru. We are alone right now,” you chuckle as you turn back towards your mirror and start to apply the shade on your eyelid.

“And ? Have you never heard of practice ? I gotta get in the skin of my character, duh,” he justifies himself, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Ok grand actor Gojo Satoru. You want an Oscar ?” you tease, now doing the other eye.

“Hey, don’t worry about that. I’ll play my role so well that even you will wonder if I’m really your boyfriend or not,” Satoru muses as you continue with your eye makeup and what you wanted to add as final touches. 

“Oh yeah ? Then good luck with that,” you snort, applying the final touches of mascara.

“You don’t believe in my skills of being able to seduce you ?” his tempting voice is suddenly right next to your ear, and you realize that he teleported behind you. He looks at you cockily in the mirror, his hand on your shoulder. You get startled at first, not used to him using this tone of voice with you. For a second you felt your heart beating faster.

“Let me do my makeup in peace instead of annoying me before we even started your evil plan of acting like a couple,” you ignore his flirty joke, trying to focus back on what you were doing.

“Evil plan ? So does that make us partners in crime ?” he asks cheekily, the hand that was still on your shoulder squeezes the flesh.

“Who is Bonnie and who is Clyde ?” you laugh asking that, lifting your face to look at his blue eyes.

“Can I be Clyde ?” he demands like a kid, and you can’t help but snicker before grabbing two lip products, your favorites actually.

“Ok Clyde. Then tell me, what lipstick should I use ?” you end up questioning as you hold them in front of his face. He narrows his eyes, grabbing them, eyes darting in between your mouth and the makeup products. You don’t even realize that you end up licking your upper lip, focused on waiting for his verdict. He squints his eyes at what you just did.

“Hmmm… this one,” he ends up pointing at. You nod and open it before starting to apply it in front of the mirror.

“Why ?” you ask curiously, smudging your lips together to put the product evenly.

“Because it makes your lips look kissable ?” he answers as if it was the most logical answer, gazing at your reflection. You almost choke on your saliva before nudging him, which makes his smirk widder. This stupid bitch, he enjoys watching your reactions.

“I said we will not make out-”

“What ? I’m just saying ! If I wanna resemble a convincing boyfriend, isn’t it better if I always look like I wanna kiss you ?” he acts all innocent, even daring to pout at you and doing his usual puppy eyes behind his sunglasses.

“If you want it to work, I’ll just have to stick candies on my lips for you to want to look like you want to kiss me, because your sweet tooth is stronger than anything,” you joke, now doing the final touches of your overall makeup and hair, humming slightly.

“Hey, my sweet tooth is not that bad. And don’t worry, I don’t need candies for me to want to do so,” he drawls, stepping back to stare at you standing up. You approach the small box on your night stand and grab some jewelry to wear for tonight.

“I swear you are so annoying when you are flirty !” you groan as you smack the back of his head and he acts like you just gave him the worst pain ever, whining, even though he could have activated his infinity to block your slap. He wraps his arms around your waist and puts his forehead against your nape.

“Ouch, you’re such a bad girlfriend,” he complains, clearly wanting to annoy you. You roll your eyes and spray some perfume regardless of his small tantrum. You swear you just felt him sniff the scent on your neck.

“If I’m such a bad girlfriend, maybe I’ll purposely destroy your plan and tell everyone at this gathering that in reality I’m your best friend and that you are a liar. No ?” you threaten, putting a hand on your hip in a reproachful way as you turn to face him. 

“You are a wonderful girlfriend, and best friend. Did I forget to tell you how amazing you are ?” he directly corrects himself, batting his lashes to sooth you down. You chuckle, and step closer, before grabbing his tie and putting it back well as it was too loose. You feel his minty breath on your head, and you raise your eyes, smirking smugly.

“I know, it’s for that I’m helping you out. I hope you’ll pay me back in kind, yeah ?” you muse, tightening the tie by sliding it upwards, and Satoru’s lips stretch in this grin that would make anyone fall on their knees.

“Of course ! I’ll let you use my card to spoil yourself in anything you want, so shopping time,” he shrugs, before touching his tie, fingers brushing against yours innocently.

“Hmmm, that’s a deal…” you whisper.

Some minutes later, your shoes on, you finish putting on your coat and take your bag. Satoru’s car was parked down your street, and the drive wouldn’t be very long, only 20 minutes to arrive at your destination. Before you both step out of your apartment, your best friend inspects you one last time, looking at your dress and how it compliments your curves, as well as your hair sitting prettily around your charming face, the makeup enhancing your natural beauty. He can’t help but smile like an idiot.

“What ?” you ask, feeling his gaze.

“Hmmm ?”

“Why are you looking at me like that ?” you repeat, suspiciously.

“You’re just very pretty tonight, y/n,” he says more gently, and Satoru doesn’t often compliment you like that, so it surprises you. Yet, you smile at his kind words, and look away to avoid his burning gaze.

“Well, thank you. You look good too. The hair slicked back does suit you well,” you answer, opening the door and walking towards the stair of the building as Satoru closes the apartment with his spare keys. As if he really did live here. Well, he may, since he always ends up spending time at your place.

“You might as well make me fall in love for real tonight,” he teases, putting his hand behind your back while you walk down the stairs.

“Ahahah, I thought I would be the one falling in love because of how good you’ll act ? Are the roles already getting reversed ?” you joke, and Satoru returns your smirk, shaking his head playfully.

“Nah, the roles aren’t getting reversed,” he answers.

You roll your eyes, and after some back and forth, you enter his car in the passenger seat. As you both talk and listen to the radio, looking at the lights of the streets of tokyo during this evening, you can’t help but wonder how it will go. You have this one hell of a strange feeling in your gut. 

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Your arm is wrapped around the one of Satoru, as he insisted on walking like that by your side, and to enter the gathering this way. It was chic and elegant, the place screaming money as you walked past the door. The moment Gojo Satoru steps inside, everyone around is looking at The Strongest. You felt slightly intimidated, as people stared at you, wondering who the woman was locked at his arm. 

“Here we go for a ride of fun…” mutters Satoru to you in between his lips, giving a fake smile to an elder greeting him. You sigh, nodding.

“Greetings. We didn’t expect you to finally come and be blessed by your presence, sir Gojo. May I ask who is… she ?” asks the elder, sipping on some champagne as he eyes you up and down before smiling through his moustache to the white haired man. Many others gather around, wanting to hear the answer, and to talk to the great Gojo Satoru in person.

“I got forced to come here, if I had the possibility of not coming, I would have…” he starts to answer in this bratty way of his, clearly not caring about etiquettes or other basic polite ways of speaking, “but anywayyyssss. This is y/n, my girlfriend,” he finishes, grinning mischievously, waiting for their reactions.

Gasps are heard, they look shocked, staring at each other wondering if it was true, and then back at the two of you. You decide to continue this little act, coughing slightly before getting closer to your supposed boyfriend. You squeeze his arm against your breast, and give a bright smile.

“Pleased to meet you. Satoru insisted for me to come and to give him company, I hope it’s not a bother. I’m indeed his girlfriend,” you bow slightly saying that, and you see at the corner of your eye the smiles he flashes them, proud at how utterly flabbergasted they look.

“No way…” “This man is already taken ?” “Do you think he’ll marry her ?” “I heard rumours that he never wanted to settle down, what is going on ?” “Here I wanted him to marry my daughter… I hope they will break up soon” “Is he really dating someone like her ?” “Who the hell is she ?”. These were all kinds of sentences and whispers you could hear around you, and you already started to have a growing headache just by listening to all this. Yet you stay unfazed.

“Now, If you may, I have some clan leaders to greet,” Satoru excuses himself and brings you with him, discreetly showing you his hand that you high five.

“I wish I could have recorded that,” he chuckles slightly, and you give him a wink before stopping in front of a couple of an old woman and man, looking judgmental. You recognized them as the heads of a clan. A not very powerful one, but it still did hold its ground.

“Gojo, what a pleasure to finally see you. You ended up answering your duties,” the woman starts, squinting her eyes as she glares at him.

“If I didn’t come before is because I had better duties to attend to,” he answers like a provocation, acting nonchalantly and unbothered.

“I see you were busy having… fun,” adds the man, now looking at you when saying his last word.

“We heard she is your girlfriend. When will you marry her ?” The woman raises an eyebrow, looking strict as ever. If you had water in your mouth, you would have spilled it all over them. You feel Satoru tensing next to you, so you decide to answer instead of him : 

“Hum, marriage is a bit soon to talk about,” you chuckle slightly nervously saying that.

“Well, you should quickly give him heirs. The jujutsu world can’t wait,” answers the man, not expecting an objection from your part.

“The jujutsu world will wait,” retorts Satoru more firmly, now all the teasing in his voice is gone.

“Oh- sir Gojo, this is not the first time we talked about this. The weight of the world is on your shoulders, giving heirs to have strong lineages of future jujutsu sorcerers is the top priority !” scoffs the woman, looking indignant. 

“Right, the top priority is surely not to make the new generations strong enough to be able to survive in this damned world, and do our best to protect people from curses,” snarls Satoru, rolling his eyes. The tension was growing fast, and you felt that the anger bubbling inside of you, Satoru, and them, could cause big problems.

“You little brat-” groans the old man.

“If you insist on him having heirs, we will go make some in the toilets. Hope you won’t mind. Bye,” you exclaim, irritated, offering them a big smile before grabbing Satoru’s hand and dragging him towards the toilets for a small break. Barely some minutes in, and it already was damn overwhelming. You understood better why Satoru avoided these gatherings like the plague. 

“Didn’t know you wanted to make babies with me,” suddenly says Satoru as he leans against the sink, arms crossed over his chest and smiling at you. He didn’t look tense at all anymore, as if what happened barely some seconds ago was long forgotten. His lips curl in this seductive grin, wanting to joke around.

“Satoru, I said this to be able to breathe for two seconds,” you sigh, looking at yourself in the mirror before dusting your dress. You still felt tense from what they said, and it didn’t escape Satoru’s Six Eyes. He could read you like an open book, after all. Knowing you since high school allowed him to understand whatever was happening inside your brain at light speed.

“Awww… and here I thought you wanted to fuck me. Ok, my bad,” he fake pouts, getting closer to you as he stands from his position against the sink.

“Very funny,” you scoff, flustered but deciding to hide it. Satoru always liked to joke around, so him saying that wasn’t a surprise. But why in this situation did you feel oddly nervous in his presence and more sensitive at his teasing ? Satoru notices the frown forming in between your eyebrows and decides to change the subject.

“Are you already feeling pissed ? It’s only the beginning. I told you it would be exhausting. They never know when to shut up, or when to stop being pains in the ass,” he sighs, now being in front of you, and your back against the door.

“I’m good. Let’s go back,” you end up announcing, giving him a determined gaze. He smiles and then takes your hand in his, walking out of the bathroom.

“As you wish, but if you need a break, I’ll gladly come with you,” he nudges you playfully.

“Well, I’ll drink some champagne to help me to not want to kill myself every second of this evening,” you laugh in return.

“Wise decision.”

And here you were back in this loop of playing pretend with Satoru. Aside from the very annoying questions of the elders, and some that were clearly unhappy of this newfound union, acting like his lover was very easy. You just had to hold his hand or arm, and say you were his girlfriend, and sometimes act a bit cringey on purpose (which Satoru adored to do).

You left Satoru to go fetch another glass of champagne. As you sip on it and start walking, you bump into someone and almost make the liquid spill on the floor. But thankfully a hand grabs your arm and stops you from making this mistake.

“I didn’t know the girlfriend of Gojo Satoru would be clumsy,” says a voice, a familiar annoying voice. As you lift your head to meet the eyes of the man, you directly take off your arm of his grip when you see who it is.

Naoya Zenin. A man you despised so much. He had this bad reputation, and the small moments you interacted with him since highschool, you knew you couldn’t stand him. Arrogant, sexist, thinking he was better than anyone, mean, uncaring… An horrible mix that sadly made him a powerful man. 

“You are the one that bumped into me, don’t you think you should say sorry ?” you snap back, clearly not wanting to deal with him right now. For fuck’s sake ! Why did he have to attend this gathering too ? 

“Oh, feisty as always, y/n. A nice woman would apologize. Don’t you know how to act cute ?” he stands closer to you, narrowing his snake-like eyes, and lifts his chin arrogantly.

“Don’t you know how to mind your own business ?” you reply, before turning on your heels ready to leave. But at the same moment he grabs your arm again and quickly follows you to block you from walking away. You glare at him, doing your best to not slap him and start a scene.

“Hey, where are you going ? I want to talk. I just actually can’t believe that you suddenly are dating Gojo Satoru,” he laughs, but clearly it’s a mocking laugh. 

“Why is it so surprising ? I have known him since highschool, and we’ve been close for years now,” you defend yourself. And even if it was fake, deep in your heart, you knew that it wouldn’t be very shocking if you and him really ended up dating, as you both have been inseparable for years. Even more since Suguru deflected. 

“Well, he doesn’t do commitment. Didn’t expect him to be tamed by someone like you,” he insists, eying you like you were a prey of some kind. A shiver of disgust runs down your spine. 

“This is no one of your concern,” you spat, threatening. 

“Aren’t you afraid he’ll cheat on you ?” he asks, in a fake innocent way.

“Excuse-me ?” you raise your eyebrows, not believing what he just said.

“You heard me well. I don’t believe Gojo Satoru is the kind of man to be a good boy and stay with a woman and marry her. He’ll surely go see what other women have to offer him before he gets bored,” he scoffs, and his smile gets wider while talking this nonsense. Sure, being The Strongest meant for Satoru that settling down was something almost impossible for him, and he never actually dated anyone. But he wasn’t the type to cheat and disrespect women or an imaginary partner. And that enraged you that Naoya misunderstood him, and that a lot of people probably thought the same as well when they didn’t even know him personally. That was downright disrespectful. 

“Watch your mouth, you’re talking about my boyfriend right here. He is not like you, treating women like objects to fool around with,” you snarl, stepping even closer menacingly. You were boiling with anger. 

“No, me, if I have a woman, I will directly marry her and make her bear my heirs. That’s what the head of a clan should do,” he retorts, raising his chin even more to look down at you.

“You aren’t even the head of your clan,” you correct. He scoffs, and looks away. But then his eyes land on something, and a mischievous smirk forms on his lips.

“Tch… Well, look at that. Surely he’s already cheating on you,” he points out while doing a movement with his head, showing you Satoru talking to a woman. He was facing her, so you only saw his back, unable to look at his facial reactions or what he could be saying. The woman, on the other hand, was blushing and clearly interested in that talk. You don’t know why, but you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest. You shake your head, chasing this thought of your mind.

“He’s just… talking to her. What is wrong with you ?” Naoya smiles.

“Don’t look so sad. He didn’t even put a ring on your finger. Why don’t you leave him before it’s too late ?” he proposes, looking at your hand that was holding the glass of champagne. You frown and gulp it down, putting the glass on the table at your left.

“Leaving him ? To do what, uh ? Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You shake your head, huffing.

“If you were mine, y/n, I would have already married you and knocked you full of my child,” he whispers, stepping closer to you and murmuring these nasty words in your ear. Ew. Disgust is written all over your face, and you clench your hands, nails digging in your palm as you glare at him, ready to tell him how inappropriate and repulsive it was.

“Gladly she is not yours,” a voice suddenly says. An arm snakes around your waist and brings you against Satoru, looking deadly at Naoya, showing how pissed off he was by what he just heard.

“Satoru ? Weren’t you-” you stutter confused by his sudden presence, looking at him.

“Ah, sorry sweetheart. Got caught up in an unwanted conversation. ‘Mind if you tell me what this pesky rat wants ?” asks the white haired man, bringing you closer and even kissing your forehead tenderly. You knew it was for the act, but this simple gesture helped you calm down significantly, reassured he was here. Naoya, on the contrary, frowned at the way Satoru called him, clenching his jaw. A vein was about to pop.

“Don’t make me laugh, ‘The Great Gojo Satoru’ settling down ? What a joke !” he scoffs mockingly. Your best friend unconsciously tightens his grip on your waist. 

“What, don’t tell me you are jealous, Naoya ? Y/n is very well by my side, and if she had to marry someone, it surely would never be you,” he answers, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side. 

“As I said, there is no ring on her finger. She is still available on the market, as well as you, and I’m not sure that even if you did ask for her hand in marriage, the elders would accept such a union.” You look offended, starting to again be angered at the poor way he was talking to you and Satoru. This man had no shame in his bones. 

“Your opinion is irrelevant. Treating people like objects will lead you nowhere aside from being a scumbag,” you interfere, squinting your eyes. 

“No, I’m just stating facts. Gojo, maybe if you fuck her good and impregnante her, she’ll be accepted as your bride,” his smile widen at his disgusting words, clearly proud of what he just proposed. Satoru stiffens, and the blue of his eyes becomes electric, the air around him shifting to something menacing.

“Have you gone mad, Naoya ?!” Gojo says, in a cold and unwavering voice, giving you the chills. Seeing he was about to snap, and even if you would be happy to see him beat up to death the Zenin man, you knew better than to cause a scene in this gathering. 

“Goodbye, and please fuck off, man,” you say to the green haired one before dragging Satoru with you.

You quickly grab a glass of champagne and hand it to your best friend, noticing how many people around were eavesdropping on the conversation, clearly interested in this drama going on and wanting to gossip about it.

“Here, drink this instead of murdering someone,” you say. He takes it, before swallowing the liquid in one go, putting back the now empty glass on the trail. You gulp one too, taking this advice for yourself, because if you listened to your inner thoughts, you would have already jumped Naoya and snatched the skin off his face. 

“Are you okay ? Sorry, I didn’t know he would attend this event, and would come to pester you. If I knew I wouldn’t have left you alone,” says Gojo, looking apologetic as he steps closer to you and even takes your hand in his. 

“I’m used to this bastard spatting nonsense, it’s nothing new and clearly not your fault. So, don’t apologize,” you squeeze his fingers gently, sighing.

“I’m a bad boyfriend, aren’t I ?” He asks with a small smirk, his thumb caressing your soft skin. You didn’t know if he did this because some people were looking, or if it was a genuine sign of affection. You secretly hoped it was the second option. 

“No, you are a wonderful boyfriend, Satoru,” you correct, smiling up at him. He winks at you before grabbing another glass of champagne and drinking it. You frown.

“Hey, you don’t hold your liquor, so don’t drink too much,” you try to warn him. 

“It’s either that, either I hollow purple this place. You choose, sweetheart,” he muses, his cheeks already turning red. Even if he didn’t like the taste, Satoru was pissed off as hell right now, and he just wanted to put his mind elsewhere, and gather some more energy to stay at this gathering. You sigh, and decide to join him in this drinking session when you see another couple of elders approaching. Here we go again…

A whole hour passed. It was boring as hell, that even the uptights clan leaders started to drink more too. Least to say, everyone was bored, actually. You sigh as you step away from a conversation Satoru had to entertain with some daughters of high ranked jujutsu sorcerers. You were tired of rejecting their advances towards your fake boyfriend, as they clearly thought they still had a chance to maybe marry him in the future. Satoru looks at you like a lost puppy when you walk away, not wanting to be left alone. But you just wanted some fresh air. 

As you step in the balcony, at the corner of your eyes you see Naoya looking at you meters away, before saying something to an older man. This man nods and glances at you, before smiling in a way that makes your skin crawl when you see him walking towards you. Oh no… You try to stay calm when he is in front of you, and how he is adopting a seductive posture.

“Good evening. It’s Y/n, right ? What a lovely name… Gojo Satoru is very lucky to have a beauty like you at his side,” he says. You give him a polite smile, the alcohol in your system making you want to say nonsense but you shut your mouth instead of talking shit.

“Aww, are you shy ? I know I can be intimidating… Don’t worry, I’m sure we will get along. I know how to talk to women and entertain them." He steps closer, narrowing his eyes. You want to throw up. Is he flirting with you ? Even though he surely is twice your age and married ? You look at the ring on his finger. Yep, this man has a wife. You pity her.

“I’m good,” you simply say, not wanting to engage more in the conversation. 

“Since you seem timid, how about we go somewhere quieter to talk and learn to know each other ? I know an empty room next to the main event, like that, it would be just the two of us,” he grins, looking at your curves, and his eyes fall on your breast. You swallow thickly, stopping yourself from slapping his face. Double ew, what a pervert. 

“I don’t think it’s appropriate. My boyfriend will surely disagree, as well as your wife,” you answer, narrowing your eyes. He puts his hand on your shoulder, and you swear it’s as if his touch burned your skin.

“Oh… my wife isn’t here, don’t worry about that. And your boyfriend wouldn’t know,” he muses, but then a strong hand snatches his hand away by gripping his wrist strongly. The man lets a gasp of pain, and his face distorts with anger.

“I wouldn’t know what ? And I’m sure your wife would be very pleased that you are trying to get with someone the same age as your daughter,” asks Satoru, putting more strength in his hold, and if he applied just a bit of more pressure, you were sure the bones would crack immediately.

“Sir Gojo, I fear this is a misunderstanding !” he gasps, afraid. 

“I fear that it is not. Learn to respect boundaries, and never touch my girlfriend again, or any other women, if you don’t want something bad happening to you. Yeah, you old geezer ?” he menaces him with a bright smile on his flushed face from the champagne. You realized you were as inhibited as him.

“Why not make him learn his lesson now, honey ?” you say drunkenly, stepping closer, threatening. You really just wanted to snap. This interaction was your last straw, and the man in front of you scoffs offended and tries to squirm away. But thankfully, in this balcony, nobody notices what is happening. Satoru chuckles, clearly amused by your proposition.

“Awww, what a wonderful idea sugarplum ! What do you think about cutting his small dick ? Like that we’ll be sure he will not bother anyone else again,” chants happily the white haired sorcerer, grinning widely, almost unhinged. 

“Don’t forget his hand, like that he’ll touch nobody else,” you add playfully.

“Do you realize who you are talking to ?! I’m a noble, and invested a lot of money in the jujutsu highschool of Tokyo !” protests the man in a broken voice, lamenting about what was about to happen to him.

“Don’t make me laugh. You are talking to Gojo Satoru, duh. The money you invested is nothing to what I could provide. And how about admitting that this so-called money is actually from gambling ? Yeah, I know more than you think I do. Did you know that your wife loves to gossip when she is bored of having an awful husband like you ? I bet you don’t, since you spend all your time gambling and drinking,” muses Satoru, bringing him closer and looking down at him with disdain, something dangerous and provocative in his eyes. The man gulps and shakes of fear.

“This- I- I’m sorry, this is all a mistake !” he implores, and seeing that someone was approaching the balcony, Satoru lets go of his bruised wrist and the old noble runs away. He even bumps into some other persons, stumbles, but still rushes towards the exit, humiliated.

“Bahahahahaha !” you explose of laughter as Satoru whispers to himself that he would deal with him later. He looks at you, and joins you in your laugh, enjoying seeing you smile like that. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, walking back inside and giving a provocative glance to an annoyed Naoya meters away. 

“I’m bored, should we go ?” he proposes, trying to walk straight as the drunkenness was really taking over his tall body.

“Hmmm, I agree,” you nod, walking towards the main door to exit this gathering. It was getting late, anyway. 

Satoru stops and makes you spin around. His arm that was around your shoulder slides down your back, bringing you flush against him. Your skin suddenly feels hotter, and his hazy half lidded eyes look down at you. A big smile stretches on his rosy lips, which he licks for a second.

“Satoru ?” you ask, surprised of him doing that. You stabilize yourself against him, hand on his chest, wondering if he forgot something before leaving.

“Let’s shock them well before leaving, what do you think ?” he proposes, his face getting closer to yours. Something glints in his irises, and you get hypnotized as you stare into the depth of his eyes. Your heart quickens again, excited.

“Uh- alright ? But doing wh-” you get cut the moment you agree, his lips crashing against yours. You open your eyelids wide, and even hear some gasps around you. But fuck, the sweet taste of your bestfriend lips were so delicious, and the alcohol in your system made you bolder, wanting more. You close your eyes, and his other hand cradles the back of your head to bring you impossibly closer.

He parts his lips, his tongue entering your mouth. The blood in your body rushes to your face, and in between your thighs. You answer the kiss, not caring how inappropriate it was, but it was Satoru’s plan to shock them all. So, on purpose, you grab him by his tie and flush him against you, tongues caressing each other sensually. You melt against his mouth, him kissing you like a starved man that couldn’t stop his hunger. It’s as if he couldn’t live without your lips. Your eyes flutter, getting lost in whatever was happening.

Sensing it was escalating, he slowly parted ways, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You gasp for air, and his feverish eyes look like they want to devour you.

“Told you we’ll make out,” he says, before grinning at you. You swallow thickly, and step back before looking at all the people around whispering among themselves. You had no time to feel embarrassed that the drunk Satoru, with no shame, takes your hand before bringing you with him and then he screams : 

“Now fuck you all ! Byeeeee !” 

You couldn’t even properly react that you were back outside. The coldness of the wind brings some sense to your clouded mind, and he stretches before looking at the sky.

“Ahhh, that felt great ! I feel like a new man now,” he sighs, clearly proud of what just happened.

“Don’t you think that will backfire ?” you ask, looking at him.

“Nah, I did way worse. They are used to me being a pain in their ass. But they can’t really say anything. The perks of being The Strongest, y/n,” he winks at you saying that, and it’s only now that you realize your smudged lipstick is all over his mouth. You chuckle and go on your tiptoes, taking your thumb to gently try to wipe the makeup off his skin.

“Are you trying to seduce me ? Because it’s working,” he whispers playfully, and his breath mingles with yours.

“So the roles are indeed reversed,” you add, passing your thumb on his lower lip and then looking at your finger full of makeup. He looks at you intently, eyes roaming over your face.

“Nah, it’s you that is so in love with me right now,” he corrects, winking at you playfully, and you can’t help but feel flustered as you let out a laugh at his saying.

“You are the one that kissed me,” you reply.

“Yeah, and I liked it,” he murmurs, looking down at your mouth. Was the alcohol making him say bolder things ? You didn’t know.

“So you agree you are the one that got charmed ?” you ask, brushing his hair with your hand, putting back some loose strands. His eyes are on you when you do that, and if outside wasn’t so dark, you would have noticed the tip of his ears turning red.

“Good question,” he simply answers as you step back, letting some distance in between the two of you.

“And we are drunk, so we should get home,” you then inform, looking around at the street where some cars pass, as well as a few people.

“I can’t drive my car, then,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What do we do ? If we call a cab, your car will stay here,” you frown, realizing the situation. Maybe you shouldn’t have given this glass of champagne to Satoru back then…

“Let’s sleep in a hotel room,” he proposes nonchalantly, pointing at one that was on the opposite street.

“Are we really having this whole dating experience right now, or…?” you try to joke. It wouldn’t be the first time that you would sleep in a hotel with Satoru, nor even sleep together. It was something usual in your friendship, having sleepovers or even pajama parties as Gojo called them. But, in this situation, it felt different. 

“You might become my real girlfriend at the end of the night, who knows ?” he teases, nudging you, and that makes you roll your eyes at his antics.

“You wish,” you laugh.

“You’re so mean to your bestie,” Satoru whines, pouting, before dragging you with him.

It didn’t take long to register at the hotel and have a room. Sleeping in the same bed wasn’t a problem either. As soon as you arrived inside the place, you quickly went to shower, taking off your makeup and hoping the water would wake you up. You wash yourself, getting lost in thoughts.

Great, you had no pajamas, and surely you wouldn’t sleep in your dress. And even if you really liked Satoru, sleeping naked next to him was a no. You sigh, wrapping a towel around your body and stepping out of the bathroom. Satoru was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone to try to distract himself, but you saw how he was mindlessly looking at it. The alcohol really did hit him hard. You try to not laugh. He lifts his head and smiles when seeing you coming, you notice his gaze on your wet skin.

“Can I use the shower now ?” he asks, standing up.

“Yep, but we have a problem. We don’t have any changes, or pajamas,” you sigh, sitting on the bed where he sat earlier. He hums, looking down at you, before taking off his suit jacket, and then he slowly takes off his tie. He slides it down, liberating his neck and he lets out a small groan of relief. This simple gesture was horribly sexy, that you almost caught yourself drooling. You snap back of your train of unholy thoughts when he unbuttons his shirt, showing his broad chest, and then abs, down to his marked v-line, before wrapping the tissue around your shoulders.

“Use it to sleep with,” he says, and when you raise your eyes, you are met with his right in front of yours. 

“What a gentleman,” you say, smiling more awkwardly than you intended.

“I told you I’ll be a good boyfriend ! Anyways, I come back,” he muses, winking at you before closing the door behind him once he enters the bathroom. Soon, you hear the sound of the water running.

You take off your towel and close the shirt around your body. It was big enough to arrive under your ass, around mid-thighs. Shit, it smelled just like his cologne. Some weird fantasies come to your mind as you lay under the covers, remembering the heated makeout of earlier. Your heart is hammering inside your chest, and you try to control your breathing as you rub your thighs together.

This is bad. Satoru is your best friend. Yes, you maybe had a crush on him since highschool, and you two have been extremely close for years. But you always kept your feelings to yourself. Yet, what was happening right now messed up your mind. You had to calm down. Plus, you still were drunk, and Satoru too. It would be inappropriate to hope for something, or even try something in this state of mind.

Your thoughts are stopped when Satoru steps out of the bathroom only in his boxers, a towel around his neck. He grabs yours that was still on the bed and puts them to dry. He then walks towards the bed.

“Don’t fall asleep without me,” he says, sliding under the covers and smiling at you. You return the smile and scoot closer without realizing. His grin becomes bigger.

“I’m tired,” you whisper. 

“Then come here,” he says, opening his arms, inviting you to come snuggle in the warmth of his chest. You don’t need to get asked twice, you directly shift around and lay your head on the spot of his heartbeat. His strong arms wrap around your frame, hugging you closer. The sweet smell of shower gel caresses your nostril, and your cheek is flush against his soft skin.

“Are you satisfied with your evil plan ?” you ask in a quieter voice. His hand gently caresses your back up and down, sharing his warmth with yours.

“Hmm, I think we should pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend more often,” he says.

“How long will it last ?” you roll your eyes, looking up at him saying that.

“Until mariage !” he jokes, but you are not sure if he is completely joking.

“What, and want me to give you a kid too ?” you add, thinking back about the sayings of the people at the gathering. He stays silent for a second, and you wonder if he took your joke badly. But before you can say anything, he murmurs, “If it’s with you, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad in the end.” You didn't quite hear what he said, so you raise your eyebrow, looking at him.

“What ?”

“Nothing. Good night, y/n,” he simply answers after his chest rumbles from him laughing. You then feel his lips land on your forehead, kissing it tenderly. He turns off the light, and now you two are in the dark.

You close your eyes, relaxing against him, and your breathing becomes softer, as well as his. His hand continues to mindlessly caressing you, lulling you to sleep. It was in those simple moments that you realized how much you value your relationship with Satoru. Even if you both never confessed, or weren’t really dating, the comfort of having him by your side and knowing you always could count on him was enough.

But you had to admit... This tension that was already there for years, went skyrocket tonight. Not to add the kiss. Satoru mentioned too how you both will surely continue to play pretend, as in the eyes of the high jujutsu society, you now were his girlfriend.

Will this little game lead to something bigger ?

It only was the beginning, and putting too much of your mind into it would give you a headache. So in the warmth and intimacy of this moment, Satoru and you both fall asleep, unaware of how your relationship would evolve in the future.

***

જ⁀➴ ⠀ׂ Autor’s note : the part 2 is out, here the mlist for the ones that want to know more.

[cosmicdahlias]

🌶️ford x reader headcanons🌶️

part 3

minors dni

• one time when bill possessed him he made him get a prince albert

• loves thigh fucking

• has very sensitive nipples, moans excessively when you bite them

• created a really powerful aphrodisiac once. you were all over each other for hours

• before you dated and you were just his assistant, working with you drove him crazy. all he could think about when he looked at you was bending you over the lab bench and fucking the daylights out of you. had to excuse himself to rub one out just so he could focus

• REALLY into roleplay like the nerd he is. may or may not have had you both roleplay as your dd&md characters

• loves to muffle your moans with kisses

• whispers some the most dirty things you’ve ever heard in your ear when you’re in public just to get you worked up

• growls a lot. it makes you incredibly feral

• kisses and bites your neck

• stan walked in on you guys once. he did not make eye contact with either of you for a week

• incredibly handsy when he’s drunk. starts putting his hands underneath your shirt

• thinks foreplay is very important

• hairy, has a very defined happy trail and you think it’s so hot

• will spend all day between your thighs if you let him

• loves it when you grind on his lap while making out

• not really into quickies, prefers to take his time and savor every moment

• very good with his fingers

• always makes sure you pee after sex, he’s not about to let you get a uti

• loves when you leave scratches down his back

• loses it when you moan his name

• his hands tend to wander when he gives you massages. they don’t stay massages for long

• loves morning sex, best way to start the day

• if he’s had a particularly rough day he’ll pin you down and pound you into the mattress

• sometimes forgets how old he is and throws out his back

• the sound of his belt hitting the floor is like music to your ears

• gets off on pleasuring you

• the first time you had sex he thought it felt like pure euphoria. no one had ever made him feel like that

• if you’re bent over a table working he can’t resist coming over and feeling up your ass. you do this on purpose

• when he cums he holds you close and doesn’t want to let go

[waterdeepwife]

Gale NSFW Headcanons

Paring: Gale x Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, talk of different kinks, both soft vanilla Gale and kinda kinky Gale, unprotected sex, P in V, typos probably, bondage, soft top/gentle dom! Gale, student/professor roleplay, oral sex, mirrors, edging and teasing, typos, Mystra mention(gross), that might be all? Proceed with caution and take care of yourselves!

Gale is a freak there is no denying that, but he also knows how to keep his freak side in check. He knows not everyone will be into what he is into, so he tends to start off very vanilla in the start of relationships. (Unless asked otherwise.) And he always has a safe word in place.

He was slowly beginning suggesting new things in the bedroom starting off very light and sweet. An example would be where he asks if you’d let him tie you up as he eats your pussy. If you are a virgin/never been into BDSM before he will only restrain your hands, he doesn’t want to scare you. But if you experienced/want to be tied up more he will happily accommodate you. Gale uses a purple rope that won’t burn or hurt you, or he will simply use magic to keep you in place.

Gale prefers to be on top and to be the dominant one, but he is very sweet and caring. All because he loves you and wants to please you, to show how devoted he is to you.

He will never do anything that will hurt you. No choking, no slapping in the face, no weapons. He couldn’t bring himself to do that to you even if you liked that. However you could get Gale to spank you, but it’s very light and barely stings as he rubs your ass afterwords.

The wizard takes some time to admit that he has a huge kink for Teacher and Student Roleplay. Loves when you play a bratty student who won’t behave, or a sweet, innocent student desperate to raise her grade. Gale will conjure up a fake classroom to even make it seem more real. He gets into his role as your dirty minded professor easily.

Loves to teasing and edging. He wants to spend as much time as possible making love to you, to be close and bond with you. So Gale with edge you both at the same time. He fuck you until you are both close to your release, only to pull out and tell you how much he loves you. How he doesn’t want this to stop and he needs a moment to catch his breath. All while his hand snakes down to your pussy and starts teasing your clit and hole. He also loves when you tease him orally. He doesn’t like blowjobs fast and sloppy, but slow and sensual. Gale goes crazy when you fondle his balls and sucking him gently, he mumbles about how close he is into for you to stop. He will whine and beg for you to keep going, but you only giving little licks to his tip.

Gale could come from praise alone. Calling him a good boy makes him so weak in the knees, it makes him work even harder/faster. Lives to please you and knowing he is loved, and appreciated, and doing a good job means the world to him. He will also reciprocate the praise; “Such a good girl.” “You feel so good, my beautiful woman.” “You are taking me so well.”

The wizard also conjures up mirrors surrounding you two, so you both can get a good look at what’s going on. There is always a mirror on the ceiling so you can watch Gale pound you while you are trapped under him.

Gale is a simple man when it comes to positions in sex. He loves missionary so he can keep you close as watch your face. But he also loves spooning sex, typically right before bed or when you both wake up in the morning, he loves it for lazy sex. Other positions he’s tried with you are; Face off, leap frog, table top, against the wall, your legs over his shoulders. Probably some others.

He also loves to overstimulate you, if you allow him. Which it honestly just stims from Gale is a pussy addict and loves to be between your thighs for as long as he can. I’m not kidding trying to tear him away is not an easy thing to do, he pouts and whines and begs for more. If you need a break or want to move along he will agree out of respect, but he is already missing the taste of your pussy.

I’m sorry to all you big dick lovers but we keep things realistic around here. Gale isn’t a very big man, so his cock isn’t huge either. When fully erect his dick is just a little over five inches long, but he is decently thick. He knows how to use it, how to thrust at just the right angle to make you see stars.

I have a toxic headcanon that Mystra would use magic to make his cock bigger, which lead him to being even more insecure and feeling unworthy.

Aside from his talking Gale isn’t very loud during love making. He mostly makes soft groans and hums as he rocks into you, or he will pant or breathe heavily. Even when he talks to you it’s sweet whispers and promises.

He doesn’t like being called Daddy, it makes him cringe. Gale might want to have children one day and his children would call him Daddy- so it rubs him the wrong way to be called it in bed by his wife/lover.

Gale loves filling you up with his seed and just holding himself inside you while you two catch your breath. When he pulls out he holds your legs apart so he can watch his cum pool out of you.

He is the king of after care. He loves to clean you up, rub your body and make sure you a warm and comfortable. Gale tells you how well you did, how much he loves you and promises to always be by your side.

[24hlevi]

— nsfw alphabet

cha hyunsoo (sweet home) x fem!reader

summary: a nsfw alphabet with hyunsoo

warnings: language, nsfw,

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

hyunsoo usually falls asleep before any aftercare can be done, because he just gets so worn out and tired that he basically just plops on top of you and passes out. if he lasts longer without falling asleep then he’ll get you some water or anything you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hyunsoo’s favorite part of your body is your hips and thighs, which he grips incredibly hard and sometimes leaves bruises on your skin. favorite part of his body is likely his hands, they’re quite skilled with all the video games he plays.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when hyunsoo cums, he lets out the prettiest groan mixed with a whine you will ever hear.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

hyunsoo has always dreamed about getting a blowjob while on the mic playing video games, but he has yet to admit it to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hyunsoo is not experienced at all, but with some help and encouragement, he learns fairly fast.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or cowgirl, as long as he is able to see your face while he's fucking you, he's good with it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hyunsoo is a more serious person in general, so he's more serious when having sex, however, he might chuckle at a joke or when you struggle to get his belt off.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

let's be honest, he probably doesn't groom much down there, it's not like terrible or irritating, but there's definitely a patch of hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sooooo romantic when it comes down to it. he just wants to hold you and make you feel loved even if he gets rough with you, he's still incredibly romantic with it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

hyunsoo definitely jacks off when you aren't around and he's horny, if you leave a piece of clothing in his apartment he will hold it close to him while he does it to be reminded of you and how he wishes it was you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise, duh, overstimulation, edging, maybe some roleplay

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in the privacy of his apartment or your place strictly

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when he sees you wearing his clothes, when you’re cooking, when you pull on his hair while kissing, lots of things

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything where he is hurting you physically, he can degrade you to some extent but his hands are not hitting you in any shape or form, even on the ass

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

hyunsoo doesn't have a preference, he loves getting head as much as he loves eating you out, he surprisingly knows how to use his tongue almost expertly against you

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on his mood, most of the time he is pretty slow and more romantic with it, and then there are other times where he is just blowing your back out into the mattress

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

hyunsoo doesn't like them that much, he likes to take his time with you and have a nice buildup, so unless he's randomly horny at some point, it's not gonna happen

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s open to experiment to some extent, he won't try anything really crazy but the more normal stuff he's okay with. he doesn't take a lot of risks, either

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

in the beginning, like two rounds and he's done. now, he's up to a steady four before passing out beside you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he never had toys at first until he met you, then he realized how fun they could be, he definitely prefers to use them on you than having them be used on him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

hyunsoo is not one to tease that much, unless he feels like it, then his hands are grazing across your body and waist while he mumbles what he wants to do into your ear. he loves when you tease him though

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

hyunsoo is pretty quiet, letting out a few occasional groans or whines, but he gets louder the closer he gets to cumming and will get so whiny and just starts babbling about how much he needs you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hyunsoo loves when you're on top as much as he loves being on top, he enjoys seeing you above him working yourself and him to an orgasm to the point he will flip you over just to pound into you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it's definitely on the higher side, because of him never having the opportunity to actually have sex instead of just jerking off, so be prepared in the beginning especially for him to be constantly asking for you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

super fast, like once he's done he is done you won't get anything from him after that. he won't wait to see if you're asleep he just passes the fuck out with his arms around you

[toxicanonymity]

Anonymous: Hello and Bonjour, I am very sleep deprived, but I did use resistbot to send my reps “say no to SAVE.” I already get loads of emails from one of them bc I call him all the time <3. I’m in a blue state, so usually they’re already voting how I’d like them to, but it’s good to remind them they have constituents. Anyways, I've been thinking of Jailbird lately... If they've stayed together, how serious it's gotten, etc. Much love, 🍋

SAVE act | blorbos for democracy | resistbot | 5calls

My dear sweet 🍋 anon, tysm for sharing your action and experience, ILY friend. p.s. sorry for the fakeout when I accidentally pressed post. And I hope you get some sleep.

the gig

Joel miller x f!reader

WARNINGS: 18+ manhandling, possessive PIV, spanking, feelings. jailbird au, 730 words

Waffle House closed down, and you started dancing occasionally at Joel's club. He insisted on sitting practically on stage for your sets, which made it hard to pay attention to customers. What's the sense in taking up the stage if you're only dancing for him? Well, he liked showing you off. And part of him might have liked everyone knowing you were all his. He didn't see himself as a possessive guy, though. "Pretend I'm not there," he said. . .

Joel was leaned back with with his upper back against the wall near the bar, staying in the shadows, giving you some space to do your thing. You were so goddamn sexy, he could hardly stand it. And now that you weren't looking at him? It was driving him crazy. He caught himself fidgeting with his chain and ordered a stiff drink -- hardly looked away from the stage as he did it. He downed it in one gulp and returned to the wall. His heart raced, watching you roll your hips and run your hands over your body. His cock swelled. His chest heaved under tightly crossed arms as he watched you make bedroom eyes at a customer.

You approached the man to accept a $20, And when you spent a few seconds too long giving him a close-up in appreciation, Joel had enough. He tried to get your attention. He stepped out of the shadows. He raised his hand. Even snapped his fingers. You didn't look at him. He shook his head, and his nose twitched into a snarl. He had half a mind to physically pull you off that stage, but he was a professional. He had to stay professional. He got another drink, then went over to the DJ and told him this was a one-song set.

"Jojo," Mabel warned when she saw the look in his eye waiting for you to exit the stage.

He wasn't gonna hurt you. He knew from roleplay how much force you could take, how much you wanted.

As soon as you got off stage, Joel had you firmly by the arm. "That turn you on?" He asked as he marched you down the hall to his office with dollars trailing behind you.

"Joel, it's just work..."

He slammed the office door behind him, then shoved you toward his desk. He bent you over and pinned you with one hand as he undid his belt and jeans and freed his hard cock. "You turn me on," you said and tilted your hips for him. "You know that," you reminded him.

He spanked you, then pulled your bottoms to the side and you felt the cold metal of his rings against your ass cheek. He shoved his length into you, making you yelp at the intrusion. With long, hard thrusts he pounded you, and he growled as you mewled. Your sweet, desperate sounds he could never get enough of. "Yeah, take it, baby."

"Oh, fuck---jo-joel," you moaned.

He pulled out and used one hand on each arm to pull you up as if you were under arrest. He turned you around so you were half-sitting on the desk. You had this desperate look like you couldn't go another second without him inside you. And he didn't make you wait. He sheathed himself in your snug, wet cunt again. He pummeled you in shorter strokes at a faster pace and you both breathed heavily. When you became to cum, he slowed down. He grabbed your jaw to hold you steady as he kissed you.

He broke away to growl, "Fuck, I love you," then slammed his hips and released with a groan.

You closed your eyes and felt every twitch of his cock. Then you opened your eyes in a daze. He was sweating and disheveled. He read your face and nodded. "Yeah," he answered your unasked question. "I do." He kissed you again.

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After the two of you recovered, he could've sent you home. Should've, maybe. But he took you out to the floor and brought you to a low table that had a curved sofa. Plenty of room, but he made you sit in his lap

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You live with Joel and Mabel now--officially, like you aren't even keeping your own apartment anymore. Honestly, you two lovebirds are happier than ever. 🖤

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Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed it, please consider commenting or sharing. especially with this being a blorbos for democracy fic, the more people who see it the better

[killiaia]

Roseanne

Hi ! Killiaia here. I'm a new writer and a girl group enjoyer ! Hope you like this blog. English is not my first language, so if you see some mistakes, my bad !

Rosé x Male reader, 1.3K Words

Triger warning : Ass play, choking, breeding kink, name kink.

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Rosé loves the fashion show. She loves the outfits, the atmosphere and the models are great too but right now she’s horny. Like very horny. The reason ? You. 

You are not aware of that but since the beginning of the show, you were protecting her and helping her. But one thing stood out. Your voice. It makes her horny. Why ? Since the beginning of the event you were like “ Be careful Roseanne. Miss Roseanne, we have to go. “ 

The way you say her name triggers something in her. But right now she can’t do anything about that. She’s stuck between two celebrities, watching the show. She sighs and  looks around her, trying to find you but you are nowhere to see. 

“ Your Bodyguard is quite hot. “ Say a voice to her right. 

Rose turns to the voice and fakes a smile. 

“ Oh, you think ? “ 

Rosé knows that you are hot. You are not only bodyguard but also her boyfriend. Of course your relationship is a secret, only the members know.

“ Yeah. “ Say the woman. “ Is he single ? “ 

“ No. “ Lie Rosé with a stern voice. “ He has a beautiful wife. “

“ Shame.” 

Rosé wants to say something but the show is over. She excuses herself and starts to find you. 

She sees you chatting with some guy and approaches slowly. She touches your arm and you turn to her. 

“ Show is over ? “ You Ask.

“ Yup. But I still have to take some photos later and wait for the designer. “ Say Rosé. “ Do you mind if I take him with me ? “ 

“ No, of course not.”  Say the man.

You nod to the man and start following Rosé inside the place. 

“ Can you check this ?" Ask the Idol. 

“ The closet ? “ 

“ Yup. “

“ Why ? “ 

“ Just check it ! “ 

You checked the closet and Saw nothing wrong with it. It's just a closet. You are going to say something when you feel yourself being pushed. You want to say something but the lips of Rosé shut you down. She closes the door with her foot and locks it. 

Your hands travel to her ass and squeeze it. A moan escaped her lips. The lack of air makes you stop the kiss.

“ Wow.” You say.

“ I’m quite horny. “ 

“ Really ? “ 

“ Yeah. The way you say Roseanne makes me want to suck your dick. “ 

You smile and cup her cheek, your thumb over her mouth Rosé starts to suck it. 

“ In this case. Be a good girl and suck my cock..Roseanne. “

She drops to her knee without a second thought. You help her with your belt and toss it on the ground. Immediately your pants and underwear are at your ankle. Your cock is already hard. Rosé was so hot tonight and the kiss didn’t help either. 

No time for roleplay, Rosé takes your entire length in her mouth.

“ Oh my fucking god Rosé “ 

Rosé says nothing, she keeps bobbing her head like crazy. Her mouth feels incredible and you try to think  about something else because you don’t want to cum right now. 

She stops bobbing her head and with a “ pop “ your dick leaves her mouth. You want to say something but Rosé licks your entire length and starts sucking your balls. She strokes your dick and it feels amazing. The combination between the licking and stroking feels like heaven. 

You knew that Rose is very talented with her mouth but tonight it clearly the best blowjob you ever had.

She's looking at you and it’s fucking hot. Tonight Rose is hungry and needs more. 

“ Fuck my mouth, baby. “ Say Rosé. 

You take her head with one head and your dick with the other. Slowly you slide your Dick in her mouth. Rosé and you moan at the same time.

“ Ready baby ? “ 

She winks and you start trusting in her mouth. Her hands on tour tights, Rosé take your entire length. You trust in her mouth like a madman. The feeling is amazing, Rosé does not only suck your dick, she licks it and with one hand plays with your balls. The feeling is overwhelming.

“ Baby.. “ you say with difficulty. “ I’m going to cum.. “

“ That’s the point. “ say Rosé. “ I want your cum in my throat, right now. “

It’s difficult for you to not cum right now. The sight with rosé on her knees, your dick in her mouth, it’s like heaven for you. 

“ Oh god.. Ro..Rosie.. “ you stutter between moans. 

“ Fucking call me Roseanne. Tonight I’m not Rosé, I’m not Rosie, I’m not Park Chaeyoung. Tonight, I’m YOUR Roseanne. “ 

“ In that case, I want to cum in you Roseanne. Hands on the wall, bend over. Show me that pretty ass of yours. “ 

Rosé winks at you. She gets up and kisses you on the mouth. She turns around and shakes her ass, you laugh and spank her. Slowly Rosé leans on the wall. She bends over and says to you. 

“ Come on baby. I need you. “ 

You approach her, dick in your hand. You lift her dress and you are surprised to see that she’s not wearing any panties. You lean into her back and whisper in her ear. 

“ No panty Roseanne ? You naughty girl. “ 

She laughs but her laugh dies when you enter one of your fingers in her pussy. 

“ Oh yeah.. Harder please. Add another one. “

Her wish is your command and you add another one. You trust two fingers and Rosé moans so loud you have to muffle her mouth with your other hand. 

“ You like that Roseanne. “

“ Choke me. I want to cum. “ 

Once again you do what she tells you to do. One hand on her throat and two fingers in her, Rosé fucks herself with your fingers. 

“ That’s it baby. Fuck yourself. Go on, be a good girl for me Roseanne. “ 

It’s the climax for Rosé and the beautiful blackpink’s member cums on your fingers. She made a mess. You have to lift her or she’s going to fall on the ground. Your fingers are covered with her juice and you lick them in front of her. Rosé takes your face and kisses you hard. The kind of kiss where your teeths collide.

“ We are not over Roseanne. Hands on the wall again.” you say. 

Rosé says nothing and leans back again. This time, you lift her dress again and start trusting in her. 

“ FUCK YES. “ scream Rosé. 

“ You were so good fucking yourself on my fingers, do it again with my cock this time. “ 

Rosé literally fucks herself on your cock. You help her by trusting in her with speed. Feeling horny, you take your thumb and put it in Rosé's mouth. The Australian suck on it with love. 

“ I’m going to finger your asshole Roseanne, is that okay with you ? “ 

“ YES. All my holes are for you baby. “

“ Good girl. “ 

Your thumb left her mouth and you spread her ass cheeks. You start by circling her assshole and the moans made by Rosé indicate that you are doing a good job. Her cheeks jiggle with each thrust, her walls are warm. You left her asshole and took her by the hips, increasing the speed. You lean back and whisper in her ear. 

“ You are going to cum and next time, i’m going to fuck your ass. “ 

“ Yes.. Yes.. “

“ Come on Roseanne. Cum. “ 

“ I’m cumming ! I’m fucking cumming again. “ 

Your speed increases again and you lift her petite body off the ground. You feel her legs shaking and her walls tighten against your cock. Her second orgasm is more powerful than her first. 

“ Cum in me baby. “ say Rosé with a small voice. “ Fucking breed me. “ 

It’s the final straw for you. You cum in her pussy. You came so much it makes your dick leave her pussy. You stumble against the shelf and Rosé goes slowly on the ground. Both of you breathe hard. It takes a whole minute before someone talks. 

“ Since when you have a breeding kink “ you say. 

“ I mean it baby. “ say Rosé. 

She starts cleaning herself with some tissues in her bag. She passes you some and you start doing the same. 

“ I want a baby with you. “ 

You lift her off the ground and kiss her. 

“ Then we have to train ourselves. “ 

Rosé laughs and kisses you again. You are so in love with her.

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[littlest-w01f]

Session

"Role play" with:

Zayne x Reader

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: Your appiontment with your doctor

Cw: Roleplaying, aphrodisiacs, FxM, Smut 18+ MDNI

With a warm smile, you entered the examination room, well, your husband's home office, your heart pounding slightly at the thought of seeing your doctor again. You were dressed casually today, a simple pair of jeans hugging your hips and a loose blouse revealing just enough cleavage to keep things interesting.

Dr Zayne, your trusted doctor, greeted you with his usual smile, his eyes scanning over your outfit appreciatively. He was dressed in his usual professional attire. "Good morning, y/n," He said, his voice soothing. "How are we feeling today?" He led you to the examination table, his hand gently guiding yours as if he wanted to reassure you about the procedure ahead.

As he spoke, his gaze drifted down to your cleavage for just a moment before quickly snapping back up to meet your eyes. They had an unmistakable glint of desire, but it was gone so fast you almost wondered if you had imagined it.

"Good morning, Dr Zayne," You smiled, letting him guide you, "I'm pretty good about today."

Zayne bit his lips slightly, this little play had been your idea and he was more than happy to let you explore more, despite the fact that he was a cardiac surgeon and not a generic "doctor" who felt up his patients, but seeing you in your tight jeans and that damn top that hid nothing, it was something he found appealing in this. How exposed and vulnerable he could have you in his private office had his heart racing, the aphrodisiac chocolate he had split with you before now pumping blood faster in his body.

"I think we should start with a thorough internal exam, just to ensure everything is... In working order," Dr Zayne said, his voice low and husky, only slightly awkward still but he masked it well. "Please strip from the waist down and get on the table"

Turning around, you bent over slightly as you slid them down your thighs, giving him an eyeful of your round ass barely contained by a lace thong, then came the little thong, after that, you climbed onto the cold metal table, opening your legs for him, heat burning in your entire body.

Dr Zayne took a moment to compose himself as he watched you disrobe, trying not to stare too obviously at your gorgeous curves. Once you were positioned on the table, he stepped between your parted thighs, his hands coming to rest on your knees.

"Just relax, y/n dear," He murmured, slowly sliding his hands upward along your inner thighs. His touch was electric against your bare skin, sending shivers through you. "This shouldn't hurt... Much."

As he spoke, his fingers continued their journey upwards, ghosting tantalizingly close to your sensitive folds before finally making contact. The sensation of his fingertips brushing against your heated flesh sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you.

His touch was feather-light, teasing and tormenting you as he traced circles around your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat, a soft moan escaping your lips as he continued to toy with you.

"Should... Should you even be doing that?" You gasped as he pressed his gloved finger against your clit.

Dr Zayne gave a soft chuckle, his voice a low rumble as he leaned closer, his hot breath fanning across your ear, making shivers go down your spine, the aphrodisiac making you crazy. "I think I know what's best for my patient," He whispered, his finger pressing harder against your clit.

He began to circle your sensitive nub in slow, deliberate strokes, each movement designed to draw out your pleasure. "You're quite responsive, aren't you?" He commented, watching your body squirm under his touch.

Your eyes caught the ring on his free hand, set perfectly on his ring finger, Dr Zayne noticed your gaze flickering to his wedding band and he sighed softly. "Ah yes, the ring…" He said quietly, his movements slowing for a moment. Stoking the flames of your arousal higher. "Forget that, y/n. Just focus on how good this feels," he coaxed, hand going lower, probing at your entrance.

"Does your wife know you use your job to touch paitents inappropriately?" You blushed at how bold his touches got, eyes straying from his wedding ring, the other half of it laid on your finger, silver hand, a cute diamond encrusted in it. Today was the first time you had removed it just to play pretend.

A wicked grin spread across Dr Zayne's face at your bold question. "My wife has no idea about this..." His finger slipped inside your slick heat without warning, voice cold. "And she never needs to know. This is our secret, y/n."

He pumped his finger slowly, savouring the way your walls clenched around him, drooling from arousal. "You are such a naughty girl, getting so wet for your married doctor," He hummed approvingly. "Tell me do you have a partner?" He lifted your chin up with his free hand to make you look up at him.

Your cheeks heated harder, "I... I have a husband." You stuck your bottom lip out a little, looking deep into his eyes, trying to provoke him with your words, "But he can never pleasure me properly."

A low growl rumbled in Dr Zayne's chest as he gazed into your pleading eyes, your innocent act only fueling his lust. He curled his finger inside you, rubbing that spot that made your toes curl, the one he knew too well.

"You poor thing," He tutted, leaning in close, his breath hot against your ear. "It seems like you've been missing out on so much pleasure. But don't worry, I'll make sure to give you exactly what you need." Leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue explored your mouth, tasting every corner while his finger continued its relentless pace, stroking your inner walls.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled away just far enough to whisper against your lips. "Let me show you how a real man pleasures a woman," he breathed, his thumb circling your clit in tandem with his thrusting fingers. "Because lucky for you, I know exactly how to worship a beautiful woman like yourself."

His thumb rubbed firm circles around your clit as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that special spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. All the while, his other hand undoing his trousers to free his rock hard cock.

His admission only spurred you on, your mind swirling with thoughts of this forbidden liaison. You whimpered as he finger fucked you mercilessly, desperate for more. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm approaching.

As he watched you climax, his eyes filled with lust and something akin to admiration. The sight of your cunt clenching around his fingers was too much for him to resist anymore. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

You almost broke character and smiled, you hadn't used protection with him in so long, even if you weren't really trying, so you simply took to foil packet and threw it in the corner of his private room

Seeing you throw the condom aside made Dr Zayne pause, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and pushed you back onto the table, spreading your legs wide apart, "If you didn't want to use protection you could've just said." The cool metal surface contrasted sharply with the scorching heat emanating from your core. Aligning his cock with your entrance. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself fully inside you, groaning at the sensation of your impossibly tight warmth enveloping him.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you, stretching you to accommodate his girth. His cock slid effortlessly inside you, filling you completely. "Such a naughty wife, cheating on her husband with her married doctor," He leaned down to nip at your earlobe.

You moaned and whimpered as he leaned in, nuzzling the side of your neck. "So fucking tight," he groaned, thrusting his hips hard against yours. "You feel amazing."

"Please... Please Za-" He pistoned his hips relentlessly, each powerful thrust driving his thick shaft deep into your soaked channel. His pelvis grinding deliciously against your clit as he rutted into you like a wild animal. The obscene sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the small examination room. Combined with your ragged moans and his grunts of exertion.

"God you're perfect," He panted as he gazed down at where you were joined together, transfixed by the erotic sight of your bodies entwined.

His cock throbbed and pulsed inside you as he approached the precipice of ecstasy. His grip on your hips tightened painfully, nails digging into you as he chased his release. His every word served to stoke the fire burning within you. You felt every inch of his throbbing cock fill you up, each thrust pushing deeper until you were completely full.

Dr Zayne grabbed your thigh and hoisted it high, changing the angle of your position on the table. His thrusts became more powerful, driving into you with an intensity that bordered on punishing, you knew your comments about your husband couldn't provide you pleasure hit home a little.

"Zaynie!" You cried out, breaking character as you wrapped yourself around your husband like a vice. Your cries of pleasure spurred him on, determined to wring another orgasm from you as he sought his own satisfaction.

He hooked your leg over his shoulder, opening you up further as he hammered into your spasming cunt. His free hand reached up to roughly palm your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers.

His pace became erratic as he neared his peak. "Fuck, y/n! Cum with me, love!" He groaned, pressing his face in your chest, hurrying to remove your blouse.

With one final brutal thrust, he slammed home as his orgasm crashed over him. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides, triggering your own climax. Your walls milked him greedily, pulsing around his twitching cock as he emptied himself deep inside you.

After several moments, Zayne slowly withdrew from your spent body, rolling off the table to carry you to the couch nearby, pulling you into his lap. He held you close, nuzzling your hair affectionately. "Where is it?"

You knew he was talking about your ring, so you motioned to your bag and Zayne reached over to your purse, keeping you still on your lap and dug around the front pocket to pick out your ring.

His fingers deftly slide the cool metal band onto your waiting finger. "There. Where it should be." He punctuated his words with another fierce kiss, claiming your mouth hungrily as he squeezed you tighter against himself.

You moaned softly in the kiss, as he flipped you on you back, "Now, what were you saying about your husband, huh?" Zayne kissed down your neck. With your body laid bare beneath him, he traced kisses along your collarbone before capturing your lips once again.

"You know I was only joking, right?" You asked, cupping his cheeks as you kissed back.

Zayne smirked, nibbling on your lips, "Mmm, I do. You scream in my bed all night, how could I not?" His smirk grew into a broad grin, his hands running down your curves with reverence as he sat up, admiring the sight of your flushed skin glowing under the room's dim lighting.

{LaDs Kinktober Taglist: @m00nchildwrites}

[callmemickey]

Keegan Russ is a provider and you’re lying to yourself if you even think otherwise 👏 if he could make it to where you didn’t have to lift a finger for the rest of your life, he 100% would. That being said, I hope you love to be on the receiving end of oral! I genuinely believe this man will deep dive right on in there, and would stay there until you’re shaking, crying, and begging him to stop (to which he probably won’t).

Keegan Russ can be chatty when it’s just you two, and especially - you know where this is going - in bed. He loves praising you, but in such a gentle way (he also praises you day-to-day but this is nsfw hehe). If you get all shy, he will eat it tf up. imagine hearing these in his deep, gravelly, purr of a voice: “you’re so perfect and I’m so lucky you’re mine” “fuck, you look so beautiful riding my cock like that” “you wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?” “how could I say no when you asked so nicely?” “ahh, that’s my girl.” “I love how your pretty little mouth feels.” I could literally write Keegan talking for like 6947950 years mmkay

Keegan Russ loves it when you initiate and/or take charge, even if he ends up doing the work. Ride him, sit on his face, swipe his nose like a credit card, suck his cock, for the love of god anything. Even though he absolutely loves performing acts of service, the moment you hop into action? Weak! This man is weak! just tell him it’s because he’s been so amazing, that you just wanna do this for him if that’s alright 🥺 you missed him sm and you just wanna make your baby feel good 🥺 is slobbering on his cock too much to ask for 🥺 if you’re doing this, you got him whipped

Keegan Russ might wear the mask in bed upon asking. I don’t think he has an issue with anonymity and his identity. I would honestly wait for some time to pass before asking. I like to imagine he’s kind of… confused at first? He puts it on (even does the face paint), and you’re barking and purring. He’s just like “why do they like this?” but when he realizes JUST how bad you want him? GOD!!! It’s basically just roleplaying and he eats that shit up, mama - he gets into it and it’s like… distant, anonymous, and it feels dirty: “show me how much you want me.” “with your mouth, just like that. good.” “that’s Sergeant/sir to you.” “that’s right, on your knees.” “oooh, look at you.” “did I say you could cum?” “louder.”

Keegan Russ has the sexiest morning voice in the world. The way he wakes up (shirtless, he’s usually shirtless), sighs, and rolls over to you. You know that half-spoon, half-on top moment? Yeah, THAT. you’re on your side and he’s kind of on top and pressed against you, kissing you on the neck as you feel his hands glide up the side of your thigh, his touch is so warm and gentle. “mornin’, sweetheart.” AAUUUGGggghhhhh and then you feel his morning wood pressed so hard against your ass- ok I can’t do this (not me scrambling to write morning sex with my husband keegs)

Keegan Russ is not a very rough or hardcore lover. Please don’t expect him to tie you up or do some crazy things cuz he probably won’t!! The most you’ll get with being “kinky” is him wearing the mask and praising you (kinda considered bdsm???), which, if you need anything more from him… can’t help ya there champ - besides, is he not enough??!?!? 🥺 don’t break his heart or i swear

Keegan Russ… I see him liking the spooning position a lot, or a variation where he fucks you from behind and cowgirl just please ride him. There’s something he finds soooooo erotic about leaning over your shoulder, saying things naughty things in your ear ahhh he knoooooows what his voice does to you, so he takes advantage of it anytime he can get! there was that time you two were making lunch on a weekend and he just bent you over the counter and it was just… “you’re so wet already - you been thinkin’ ‘bout this?” “you’re such a pleasure to use” “I’m so proud of you for taking my cock so well” “relax, baby, just hold on” “that’s it, just like that, ah, fuck” “you want me to make you cum again?” “there’s that happy little sigh”

Keegan Russ doesn’t put you in extreme sexual situations where you require extensive aftercare (or any if you’re down tbh), but he still makes sure your needs are taken care of!! wanna shower together? have a snack? oh! you’re out of water, he’ll grab you a glass! need him to snuggle you for a little bit? of course, he wouldn’t want to do anything else! Being with you and making sure you’re happy and taken care of???? His #1 priority 🙌

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons part 2!

asmodeus, levi and barbatos ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor, solomon)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: some small nsfw on asmo's part :p

small note: thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! i never expected such a large majority of people to enjoy my content so it's very dear to me. once again, thank you!

☆ asmodeus:

- kinda bad at cooking. his way of slicing and dicing vegetables is very mediocre if not clumsy looking. there are days where his cooking is acceptable and days where it's to seasoned or too bland (always convinces himself its good tho and posts it on his devilgram)

- though he's kinda bad at cooking, his baking skills are okay! his favorite pastry to make are cookies because he can design them the most.

- "ofcourse mc! you'll always be the first one to try my desserts! unless you want to taste something else?~ ♡"

- he has a collection of sanrios, hironos and sonny angels in his room. ESPECIALLY sonny angels. crazy thing is he always gets them for free from his fans and its always the limited edition ones

- he really enjoys watching old movies from the human world especially the romcoms. mean girls, notting hill, pitch perfect. he will pester you to rewatch it with him even though you guys have seen it multiple times already.

- he keeps a small jewelry box in his room but instead of jewelry its full of pics of you and him and the gifts you give him. theres some pics in there where the other brothers were cut or crossed out so it'll be just you and him lmfao

- he is a yandere and i stand by this. it's not as obvious but if he's really into you he'll constantly mark you with his scent and the stuff he wears. he'll leave a hickey or a bite mark if you're lucky ;)

- the type of guy to only bring a purse to school. if you ask for a pencil the bitch is gonna open his bag and say "oopsie! i only brought my makeup pouch and mirror today. sorry babe!"

- has his own private concert in showers every goddamn day

- he'll either fangirl with you about celebrities or he'll get extremely jealous because you're simping for someone else.

☆ levi:

- sometimes his ass crack will be on display when he's sitting down on the floor

- wears booty shorts religiously. sometimes he'll casually just walk out his room wearing a hoodie and booty shorts with prints on it

- has a tumblr account where he posts a bunch of hc, drabbles and other shit and until now no one knows its him

- had an amino and discord phase where he always roleplayed with other people. till this day it haunts him at night

- he livestreams twice a week on twitch and has been scolded by lucifer on stream once. there was also a time where mammon barged in his room half naked and suddenly all the views went up 10x

- trolls on roblox like it's a 9 to 5 job

- every once in a while he'll stay in lucifers room while lucifer is doing paperwork. he'll just lay down on his bed, watch and play games and even fall asleep

- makes his own persona in every fandom he gets into and writes very detailed backstories (dw levi, same)

- only reads "x reader" fics for obvious reasons

- went insane because human world games and animes are better than the ones in devildom. dont get me started about aot. (his favorite is levi ackerman obvi)

☆ barbatos:

- wishes he could get piercings but since he's the demon prince's butler he obviously can't

- started tweakin when you said some humans keep rats and bugs as pets. like he stopped polishing some plates and looked at you like you just dog shitted diavolo's name

- really enjoys your spotify playlist filled with metalhead and grunge songs. he really likes slipknot

- likes to order those cute, fancy tea sets when he has the time. when you gifted him tea leaves and a limited edition teapot set his love for you sky rocketed.

- gets annoyed when solomon manspreads

- has a really good voice when he sings. he used to sing diavolo lullabies when his father would get angry at him

- scrolls through levi and mammon's post for educational purposes cuz he wants to learn slangs just incase diavolo asks him what a specific word means

- "barbatos, what does 'runnin from da opps' mean?"

- "my lord, 'runnin from da opps' is a slang made by the new generation. it means fleeing from your haters."

- loves to tailor and iron his bed sheets so he can have a peaceful rest after a long day of non stop errands.

[its-luna-noel]

roleplay | gojo x reader

“Is there something I can help you with?” he asks, his voice low and sweet. You raise an eyebrow teasingly. “Can I help you? ” You lean toward him, off the desk. Drop your voice a little. “Sensei.”

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, smut, roleplay, teacher/student roleplay, the skirt stays on, very brief foot action but i promise it's short

word count: 1.0k

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notes: hope you enjoy!

You’re sitting on his desk, swinging your legs back and forth as you watch Satoru lean back in his office chair. He tilts his head slightly, bright eyes slowly burning a trail along your entire body, his signature blindfold propped up on his forehead. He’s dressed in his faculty uniform, and you’re dressed in a little schoolgirl skirt that you know is driving him crazy.

“Is there something I can help you with?” he asks, his voice low and sweet.

You raise an eyebrow teasingly. “Can I help you? ” You lean toward him, off the desk. Drop your voice a little. “Sensei.”

A slow, sensual grin graces his handsome face. He leans further back in his chair, spreading his thighs and putting himself on display for you. “Sensei, huh?”

“Yeah. It looks like you really need help with something.”

“And what’s that?”

In response, you rest one leg on his lap, letting his eyes take in the thigh-high stockings you’re wearing. His eyes trail from your foot, which rests on his thigh, up your leg, following like the North Star until his eyes reach their destination.

His breath catches in his throat. With your leg lifted like this, he can see the dark lace of your panties beneath your skirt.

You smile a little and slowly move your foot, sliding up his leg until your toes just barely brush the straining tent in his pants.

Before you can even put pressure, before you can stroke and tease, he’s out of his chair.

He takes the leg that was on his lap and wraps it around his hips, stepping forward and pressing into you so that you can feel his arousal through your underwear. Your breath stutters, and Satoru just leans down, his face so close his nose nearly brushes yours.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, “I could use some help.”

You gaze up at him, pupils blown wide as you take in his proximity. You can feel your body heating up in response to his touch, to the way his hand slides up your stockings and gently grips the plush flesh of your thighs.

Very softly, you moan. “Oh, Sa– sensei.”

He leans in further, his lips ghosting over the skin of your jaw until they brush against your ear. “Tell your sensei what you’re willing to do for him, babygirl.”

Your chest heaves as you pant. “Anything.”

“Anything?” He grips you a little harder. “That’s a dangerous offer, sweetheart. You sure you mean that?”

You just nod, and then his free hand tangles in your hair, and he’s kissing you.

His mouth is dominant, commanding, totalitarian. He leaves no room for hesitancy; he needs you now, and he’s going to take what he wants.

And so his hands grip your hips, and he spins you around until you’re bent over his desk, ass in the air, covered in that pretty black lace he loves so much.

With one hand, he lifts your skirt over your hips, holding it up against the small of your back. With the other, he yanks your panties down around your knees.

One of his feet kicks yours aside, forcing you to spread your legs further for him. The hand holding up your skirt presses down on your back, pushing you flat against his desk. You can hear his own clothes rustling as he pulls his cock out of his pants.

The tip is swollen and leaking precum, and he strokes himself once, twice, before lining himself up with your weeping cunt. He pushes aside your wet folds with the pretty pink head of his dick, grinning as you gasp.

He leans over your back, lips coming up to your ear. “Better be ready, babygirl,” he murmurs.

Then he shoves himself inside, groaning and dropping his head against your shoulder blade as you take him so perfectly. “God, babygirl,” he grunts, pushing forward with shallow thrusts until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, and wet, and fucking warm….”

You whimper at his words, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock kisses a spot inside you that has your knees knocking against each other with pleasure. He sees your reaction and drives into that spot over and over again, taking you higher and higher until you’re seeing stars.

“S-s-sensei,” you gasp, breath trembling from between your lips as you take him.

He groans at the title and grabs your hips, fucking into you with new fervor. “Yeah, baby? You like that? You like when your sensei fucks you senseless?”

You nod, lips parted as you gasp and moan. You can feel a wave of heat coming, a coil tightening inside of you almost to a breaking point, and the pleasure just continues to climb until you just can’t fight it anymore–

“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for your sensei.”

Your hips buck back against his, burning walls squeezing down around his cock as you cum with a flood, arousal and slick collecting in a frothing ring at the base of his dick as he fucks you through it.

He feels you tightening around him, and it drives him ever closer. He tries to hold on, gripping your skirt in his fist as he rails into you from behind, but the way you buck against him causes him to slide even deeper inside your perfect fucking pussy, and he can’t take it anymore. He feels his balls tighten and clench, and his hips stutter as he cums into your dripping cunt, painting your walls with white.

You both stay there for a moment, panting and trying to catch your breath. Satoru fixes your skirt, hands gentle despite the force with which he’d just taken you.

Finally, when you no longer feel like you’re going to collapse if you stand, you push yourself up from the desk. You look down at the scattered papers beneath you. “I’m pretty sure I just drooled on somebody’s assignment.”

Satoru just throws his head back and laughs.

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[derangedanomaly]

Hear me out. BAD SANSES X JESSICA RABBIT READER RAHHHHHH

If. If you're comfortable with it maybe you can make it a lil spicy. if you catch my drift... *wink wink. TEEHEE. And maybe add a little wholesomeness too 🤔

Ooh, now that's an interesting scenario 😏

MASTERLIST

WARNING: Suggestive, Fluffy, Heavy flirting, kinda a Dom!reader, mentions of cannibalism, NSFW parts

BAD SANSES X JESSICA RABBIT READER (kinda NSFW)

NIGHTMARE:

SFW PART

This dude will be ALL OVER YOU. He loves dominant people. (Lmao)

He will be like a closeted simp, actually.

He's going to deny any attraction towards you. Like, no, he wasn't staring at your behind. The hell you mean?

He loves laying his hand on your hip/s. It's just so squishy and nice in his hand- it's like they were meant to be held by him!

He'd give up anything just to hear you sing.

You're pretty powerful, not gonna lie- you can literally command Nightmare anything and he'd do it in a heartbeat.

Won't admit it, but you've got him wrapped around your little finger-

He's probably gonna rub it in Dream's face once you two get together.

NSFW PART

He likes looking at your cleavage a lot. He can't help but start to get a little lot excited every time you bend over to either grab something, or simply just to give him a tease. But he's too much of a "gentleman/asshole" to ever acknowledge it, or admit it. But the tent in his pants tell a different story...

He won't let it be known by anyone, but he THRIVES and DROOLS whenever you dominate him in bed.

Speaking of drooling, you will catch him looking at your ass while drooling a lot... He's so thirsty istg.

Please please PLEASE call him "boss" in bed.. he gets off from that.

KILLER:

SFW PART

"What do you see in that guy?" <- probably Dust. "He makes me laugh."

Killer will literally whistle anytime you walk by.

He's so swayed by you, it's really silly.

Loves your voice, and would do anything just to hear you say his name.

He's the one that whimpers, source; trust me bro.

You are, in his "charming" words: "So sexy that it should be criminal."

He gets REALLY creative once he realizes he has a thing for your voice ... Like- A NEW KINK SUDDENLY DEVELOPS.

Keeps asking you to call him all sorts of things, just so he could hear it in your sultry voice. "Daddy, master, an idiot.." whichever you'll like the best to call him, he'll like it! Just cause it's you who's saying it.

NSFW PART

He likes roleplaying with you, and not only cause you look really gorgeous while playing your role! There's actually a specific roleplay he likes to do with you. You're a victim and he's the criminal/kidnapper.

You thought Nightmare was horny? Nah dude, this man's is THE DEFINITION OF DOWN BAD.

He begs, so so much.

He has a love-hate relationship with pleasure denying... Don't get it twisted now, he loves how much control you have over him, and it has him shaking knowing that he's so bend by your words, but he just HATES how he can't... finish. Oh he wants to so bad..

DUST:

SFW PART

While Killer and Nightmare love dominant people, Dust is actually a switch. He likes himself some Dom mommy, but sometimes, he likes to be the daddy, if you know what I mean ;)

But Dust is probably more respectful towards you than Killer and Nightmare.. what can I say? He proudly respects woman!

Would avoid actually looking at your cleavage and your ass, just so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable in his presence. (Omg, the MURDERER?! More respectful than drunkards at the bars?? That's crazy dude..)

He loves to hear you sing your sweet little tunes. He's so in love with YOUR PERSONALITY.

I definitely think that Dust values personality over looks, so that's pretty much what's going on.

He loves your sassiness, as he's pretty sassy himself, so that's that.

If you really want an honest opinion on something, go to Dust. He's probably the most reliable one here.

NSFW PART

Dust tries his hardest to not let his mind travel to the more suggestive ideas, whenever he sees you, but boy... after you give him the permission to be more bold with you- oh-ho... let's just say... That he's gonna get much- more suggestive. Unless you don't want him to, then he'll immediately stop and apologize.

Loves your thighs, if he could, he would suffocate in-between your thighs, and he'd die a happy man.

He loves when you moan out his name- makes him feel good that he's making you this vocal.

Overall, I feel like he would rather focus on your pleasure than his own, he loves to make you feel good.

HORROR:

SFW PART

Horror never really pays attention to how people look like, what he does pay attention to though, is how certain people smell.. listen, he's not a dog, he can just tell if the people are good to eat, or if he should eat them. It overall gives him a good idea of how the person could taste. Good smell=tasty meat, Bad smell=yucky.

So what do you think he does the first time he sees you? He sniffs you.. and you smell......... really delicious...but this smell actually really confuses Horror, because you don't smell like food to him, but rather as something much more...steamy.

While Dust, Killer and Nightmare are the one that falls first, it's actually the other way around with Horror. You fall first.

You're literally gushing about his strength while he's ripping someone's head off of their body, only with his hands.

Horror is the tallest out of all the Bad Sanses (and Star Sanses), so you look like a flea next to him. Which in turn makes you flustered.

Horror likes your voice too, he could fall asleep to it...oh, how much would he love to hear your screams...

Finds your sassiness cute.

Horror is actually so clueless when he does something suggestive to you... He's not innocent, he just never takes it into account.

NSFW PART

You start to get really hot and bothered by Horror, so you start to get a little risky with him... Teasing him. You do all sorts of things, bend over, press your chest on his belly, suggestively suck a popsicle, and safe to say... It drives him crazy.

He loves biting, so he'll often pepper you with love bites all over you. (Ouch. His teeth are really sharp, so good luck with that.)

He's just so..big. Wait, no, that's an understatement, he's ginormous. You'll have to really prepare yourself if you want to get down in the sheets with him. He WILL break you. (Not on purpose though)

While Killer whimpers, Horror growls.

He loves tasting you. It basically became his favorite meal. (You can choose whether you'd like for him to continue this routine of eating you out, or if you'd like for him to stop. He will stop. Another one that drank the "woman respecting juice".)

[wegc]

hyunjin being the most vanilla thing ever before meeting super kinky reader and being corrupted by them lives in my brain rent free- like, sure he knew SOME things, he is 23, but reader literally opened a whole new world for him-

he's super bashful and almost ashamed at first but then in the end he becomes a super big perv jus like reader <3

sorry if this isn't specific enough, js wanna hear your thoughts and what you think hyunjin would be suppppeerrrr into

YESSSS because no one talks about reverse corruption kink enough :(

it’s not that you’re too much for him!!! it’s just that he finds it fucking embarrassing when he starts shaking and blushing every time you whisper in his ears what you wanna do to him in public, how you want to use him, how you want him to use you, how you want him to slap you and make it hurt :(

all he can do is close his eyes tightly, lips quivering as he pleads you to stop driving him fucking crazy in public—in general, even. worse comes to worse when send him a nude after he confesses that he wants to sketch you. his eyes would widen when he opened the image of your pretty, puffy cunt, manicured fingers spreading your lips open to cunningly exhibit your glistening, swollen hole—clearly you had been touching yourself before sending the picture.

and he can’t say no to you!!! he tries to draw it, trying his best to ignore how unusually hard he’s becoming, trying his hardest to ignore the aching in his sore, leaking cock, but he loses himself and his self-control when his pencil begins sketching out your tiny little clit. one groan and next thing you know, he’s dialling your number!!!

the more you guys fuck and consequently, the more comfortable the two of you become with each other, hyunjin begins losing his guard and realizes it when the sight of you in a sundress for a picnic date has him begging to fuck you in some dingy, public washroom.

“please, baby—it’ll be quick, promise! i just—i don’t know—i can’t think,”

“wanna you bent over—yeah—wanna see your ass, baby, please,”

guys, i’m sorry but i fear i am very accepting of the hyunjin feet lover agenda 😔

hyunjin would never tell you!!! but his biggest fantasy is you naked before him, your glowing body spread out and pliant, posing as a model for him to paint you. something about the intensity of the scenario (perhaps a little roleplay) has him cumming into his fist late at night. he also definitely cum tributes to a painting of you out of utter desperation sometimes yeah…