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content: gn!reader. tattoos & body marking. mikey: biting, slapping, fingering. rindou: mentions of leashing, exhibitionism. sanzu: multiple orgasms, raw sex. hanma: throat fucking, possessive behavior. nahoya: dacryphilia, overstimulation. dom!chara & sub!reader.

ft: mikey, rindou, sanzu, hanma & nahoya. — . ｡˚ ♡ you get a new tattoo, and they show you how they like it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° MIKEY walks out of the bathroom and into your shared room, weariness still profound in the bags under his eyes despite the shower he'd just taken, and sees that you've woken up while he was still in the bathroom.

"g'morning." you mutter, pushing away the blankets spread over the sheets as you stretch - and when the hem of your shirt slides up to reveal your lower waist, he notices something dark and curved traced across your skin.

"what's that?" he asks softly, eyes fixed onto the mark, and you sleepily follow his gaze to the tattoo you'd just gotten yesterday. "oh, yeah. i was waiting to show you, but you got home so late. i forgot." you mumble, lifting your shirt up and sliding your pants down a little to show off the ink drawn across the right side of your pelvis, placed at the dip of your hip.

"i got your initials tattooed on me. see?" you don't see the way mikey's eyes widen and flash as he takes in the sight, until he's all of a sudden walking over and grabbing you by the ankles, pulling you in one swift jerk to the foot of the bed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"mikey — mikey!" you cry out when he pauses his kissing and bites you where his initials are inked on your skin, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh, tongue warm and wet as he licks at you like he's trying to eat it.

his fingers curl into you, pumping in and out of your hole almost too fast for you to take, and it draws moan after moan from you, driving you to your high too quickly — for fuck's sake, you just woke up.

your knees instinctively try to knock together, and he hooks your leg over his shoulder and bites at your tattoo again, letting out a grunt as he pulls his fingers out to slap your thigh, a voiceless order for you to spread yourself out and lay there the way he wants.

"mikey," you beg, as he shoves his fingers back into your hole, making you clench around him. "manjiro, the tattoo isn't healed yet, i just — haah, got it yesterday—"

he cuts you off with another harsh slap, white hair swishing across his face as he glances up at you. you see it now, the way his eyes seem even darker, but also so full of hunger.

"shut up." he growls, licking harshly at the flushed skin of your tattoo. "you're mine, you hear me? mine." if you'd known that getting his initials written down on your body would result in such a reaction from him, you would have gotten it done much, much sooner.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° RINDOU notices the new tattoo you've got, ink curved neatly at the middle of your lower back, just over the dimples that flex as you step out of the pool, water trailing from your body as you stand up and walk over to the table where you left your drink.

he doesn't pay much attention to it at first, because you've got a few tattoos already, so what's one more? and he continues his conversation with ran and kokonoi, complaining together about how the party was dragging on too long, and that it wasn't nearly as lively as the party bonten hosted last month.

then he thinks, wait— and when he looks back at you, looks at your new tattoo again, he realizes that it's his name - or rather, his initials. you take a sip from your glass, finally turning to him and giving him a small wave as you put it back down.

the tattoo is prettily done in calligraphy, but his eye twitches as he locks gazes with you, because there's just one problem. "be right back." he says to ran and koko, before stalking off towards you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀pressing you against the wall, he leans in, breath hot and slow over the still-damp skin of your neck. he places a hand on your back, pushing you flush against the wall and running a thumb over the tattoo that's just over the rise of your ass.

"tell me," he says, voice low and right in your ear. "what did you think, when you got my initials tattooed on your body?" you shiver, unsure of how to answer him, and he offers you his own. "did you consider that perhaps, someone else may have the same initials as me?"

and you realize it immediately, that while you're with haitani rindou, there's also his older brother, haitani ran.

but it's a little too late for that now, isn't it?

"rin," you murmer, as the hand at your back pushes harder. "fuck, i didn't think about that—" he snorts, and drops his hand from where it was at your back, to between your legs, and you flinch at the sudden contact.

"yeah, i know you didn't. we'll have to make amends now, though - if i mark you up all over and have you leashed at my side, then it'll be clear who owns you, huh?" as if to prove his point, he latches his mouth onto the side of your throat, fingers between your legs going to dig into you, and lets out a muffled laugh at the way you try to stifle your moan. "and if they see us here, then it'll be even clearer, don't you agree?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SANZU remembers suggesting it to you at one point - to tattoo his initials somewhere on your body.

but he hadn't expected you to actually follow through, so when you come to him one night, and show him his initials written out in fresh, deep black on the back of both your thighs, he's shocked.

"c'mere, baby, let me see." he murmurs, alienly quiet, and you walk over to where he's sitting and turn around to let him eye the calligraphy traced on your skin.

he grips your waist and turns you around a little, admiring the handiwork in different angles, before he pulls you around to face him and gives you a wide, gleeful smile. "you know what this means?"

he doesn't wait for you to reply, instead grabbing you by the back of your thighs, fingers squeezing the flesh where his initials are printed onto and pulling you onto his lap. "it means you're all fuckin' mine now, and you can't take it back."

⠀⠀⠀⠀sanzu doesn't let you off — every time you try to pull back, he drags you right back in, and hisses whenever you try to climb off of him, grabbing you by the thighs, digging his nails into the skin around your tattoos and making you cry out against the sloppy, open-mouthed kisses he's giving you.

"i love you," he says under his breath, cock leaking into you as he bounces you on it, movements erratic and wild - and you think you've cum twice, thrice now but he's not done.

"i love you, baby, i love you—" he lets out a moan, throwing his head back, and pushes you so hard onto his cock your eyes roll back with the jolt it sends through your nerves.

"ha-haru, i love you too—" he takes your mouth in his, eating up your words and the whimpers you let out as one of his hands slide over to toy at your sensitive spots, throwing stars into your vision. he grips the back of your left thigh and locks eyes with you, looking delighted.

"then cum with me, baby! cum with me!" you nod almost mindlessly - he says it like you have a choice, but he's already sending you rolling into your next high, and then he hits it too, spilling thick seed into you while still thrusting in and out, making it drip out between your legs.

"yeah, take it all, baby!" he groans, holding you close. "fuck, take it!"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° HANMA laughs when you pull down your lower lip to show him how you've gotten his initials tattooed onto the inside of it, soft pink flesh adorned with bold black.

it looks so cute, and he knows exactly what he wants to do with your mouth now — "you have fuckin' audacity, showing that to me while we're here." he says, looking around the restaurant. "you want me to take you right here, right now, 's that it?"

he pushes your hand out of his way as he goes to grab your chin, using his thumb to pull your lip down and eye the tattoo. the gold of his gaze glints darkly as he raises it to meet your anticipating stare, and he smiles, clicks his tongue.

you know what that means, so you raise your hand and wave the waiter over and ask him for the bill. hanma slaps some amount of money onto the table and takes your arm, pulling you out of the place with him, not even caring for the change or the looks people give you as you pass.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he lets out a shaky grunt, digging his fingers into your hair and bucking his hips forward as you take his cock in your mouth, all breathy and hot with your lips around him.

"fuck, you're so good for me, huh?" he mutters as you bob your head up and down, and he just knows he's gonna cum quick, the image of his initials sitting so pretty in your mouth as you suck him off is just too hot. you hum in reply to his statement, and the feeling only sends him closer to his edge.

you're in the back of his car, still in the restaurant's parking lot, and people are walking around outside - but the windows are tinted and there's music playing - you can't care enough, because he's got your hair in his fist and all you can think of is about making him cum, because now your mouth is officially his to own and use—

"heh," he chuckles breathily. "imagine some other guy wanting to put his cock in ya mouth, and he sees that tattoo." you reach over to play with his balls as you take him as far down your throat as you can, and he stutters, but still isn't cut off 'cause he wants to say it. "fuck, not like anyone's ever gonna get close to you 'xcept me, but imagine - they'll know you belong to me."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° NAHOYA is complaining about how he's missed you so badly the entire time he was abroad, as he takes of his tie and throws his suit jacket onto the bed, but then you walk up to him, and tell him to take off the shirt you're wearing —

he grins, thinking you're just that eager to fuck him as a welcome back, but then you turn around and show him what you've been meaning to show him the entire time. "got this while you were gone, baby." you tell him, twisting your waist a little. "missed you as much as you missed me."

he's silent for a moment, as he takes in the vertical dance of black cursive down the middle of your spine, notices that those are his initials on your skin, and his everlasting smile doesn't fade as he pushes you towards the bed. "face the mirror. ass up, alright?"

the sound of his palm meeting your ass rings through the room, followed by your whining and his soft chuckle as he rubs the red mark he's left on you, and he picks up his pace— "look at you, look at how fuckin' hot you are with my name on you."

your mouth is open, not in answer but because you're trying to catch your breath, he's going so fast and every time you lose the strength in your arms to hold yourself up for him, he slaps your ass and tells you to keep looking at yourself in the mirror.

and when you do, you see the way your eyes are full of tears now, the way your eyelids are puffy and your face is so flushed, and you see the pace at which he's snapping himself in and out of you.

"'hoya, too much—" he slaps you again, rubbing the flesh to soothe the sting and leaning down to place a kiss on your back where the tattoo is. his curls brush against you as he trails another kiss, and another - and he says, breath hot with his lips on your skin, "you can take it, you're just that good for me, i know it."

then he straightens up again, and pulls you higher up against him, and he laughs at the way you moan when he thrusts into you again.

・✶ ｡ﾟmikey loved finding different ways to draw out your pleasure.

♱ warnings — f!reader, vibrator use, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, slight orgasm control, edging, overstimulation. ꒰ fank yew nonnie who sent in the mikey / vibrator suggestion ! ꒱

“not yet.” mikey drawls from where he’s pressing his cock into you, deliberately pulling away the small toy that’s sending pleasurable vibrations through your clit when he feels your walls squeeze around him a little too tight. you’re close.

“m-manjiro.. please!” you gasp, words like a whispered plea and the next roll of your boyfriends cock into you feels like it reaches even deeper, pushing against the swollen spot inside of you that’s begging to be touched before he’s drawing back again and letting his blown, dark gaze look over you.

“but i like you like this.” mikey speaks in earnest, a fondness to his tone when he splits your folds with the plastic toy and whimpers when he feels it graze the sensitive glands of his cock, rolling his hips into yours as he circles it teasingly around your clit. “.. f-feels good.”

you feel so mindless below him, thighs twitching from the orgasms he’s ripped from you and you feel your whole body tremble, as do your lungs with the next ragged inhale you take when he presses harder against your clit. he’s addicted to your reactions, he loves watching the way your lips part to moan and the intoxicating squeeze of your doughy cunt around him — how can he ever be expected to stop? he needs more.

mikey groans again, something a little needier—breathier when he begins a pace that’s more of a slow grind, making your fingers twist into the sheets below you as he lets you take a breath, taking the vibrator from your clit even if only to drink in the pleasure only he can give you when he fucks you.

the languid roll of his lips is lazy, but his cock is pushing up against your sensitive spots just right when he lets himself fall forward, lips ghosting against your cheek so you can hear the lust-driven pants and groans that fall from his with every connection of his hips with yours. his pupils are darker than usual, blown and glassy and you know that he’s probably hanging onto his last thread of self control just like you are when he looks at you.

“does.. hnnn, fuck—does it feel good?” mikey drawls and the way you’re gasping out his given name makes his cock throb from where it’s buried in you. his finger tremble on the next squeeze around your hips when your next moan is followed by a breathy yes, manjiro and suddenly the vibrations are back, more intense and splitting along your folds as his head falls forward to grind out a growl.

“is that the spot?” he drawls when he smoothes the plastic toy under the hood of your clit, and the sudden burst of bliss along your skin catches you both off guard when your thighs squeeze around his hips, pussy clenching almost too tight around his cock as the vibrations only prolong your blissful state as you cum. “o-oh, fuck.” mikey slurs low but sharp as his hips press into yours at the first milking compression of your walls.

you feel his heavy pants fan along your skin as he loses himself in the fluttering push and pull of your cunt, his lazy pace stuttering before his cock twitches and he finally spills hot inside of you. a low whine rumbles low in his throat with the back and forth rock of his hips with yours, his body curling over your as he hugs you closer.

you watch mikey sway when he finally pushes himself up, flushed to his chest when he gives your spent body a lazy, drowsy look and you can’t deny the way his lips seem to curl up ever so slightly after makes something warm bloom in your chest.

but then you hear a familiar sound followed by a sudden shock of pleasure from between your still trembling thighs, your eyes rolling back as your boyfriend taps the vibrator against your still sensitive clit with a barely there pout.

“no fair.. i wasn’t done.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ RIDE DA D!CK LIKE A CARNIVAL ! ’﹒⺡

geto, choso, gojo, toji, nanami.

જ warnings. fem! reader, riding, cowgirl / reverse, praise, degredation, shotgunning, (toji) overstim, impact play, size kink, unprotected, breeding, cőckwarming, toy usage, nípple play, mdni.

𖢺 CHOSO KAMO.

“princess, wait,” choso huffs out. he leans back, still gradually catching his breath whilst you straddled him. he swallowed thickly, dark irises staring right into yours. his gaze lingers down your body, and he lets off a soft pout at the feeling of being so buried deep into you. “i- i can go again, want you to ride me,” and then he pauses, running a hand through his hair. “oh. i mean—please. if you still have energy.”

“okay baby,” you hum, and your voice was so smooth. the way you called him your baby, it had him so weak. choso stared intently as you playfully give him a soft shove on his back. “just lie back ‘n let me ride you, yeah?”

choso’s heavily panting, he goes mute for a split second and it’s if as words was practically nonexistent for him. with a raring nod, he brings two big hands towards your hips.

“good boy,” you murmur, pressed right up against his ear. you were merely teasing. although, you felt his dick twitch eagerly inside you. choso’s fingers softly stroke against your waist, and he moans once you start to move your hips forward. he’s still so sensitive from before, just barely over the intense mess he made — and now, you were about to make an even bigger one.

“oh f-fuckkk,” he drags out. it was awfully cute, choso’s pitchy deep voice turning out to be far more whiney than he intended. you were gripping him tightly, hugging him with your walls before not even seconds go by and he throws his head back. “yeah, yeahhh. ride me like that, fuck me, fuck me good, princess. please.”

he leans back before groaning at the way your walls grip around him, hugging him so tightly. choso can’t keep his hands off of you, he runs the tips of his fingers against the edges of your waist before pouting. “harder, f-faster.”

you’d giggle, leaning in to kiss his nose. “are you rushing me, baby?”

“n-nooo,” he breathes, and he feels you gradually grinding your hips against him. you stare at choso’s face—beads of sweat race down the sides of his forehead, and he whimpers. “your hips, ‘s killing me. so good,” and he’s just rambling to you by this point. it was adorable, the way his jaw would clench or tighten. the angle you had against him made his mind spiral. his cock reached deep, hitting all the right spots to even elicit a sweet moan or two from you as well.

choso’s panting, you playfully run a finger down his bare chest and he grunts. you had an compelling rhythm, making him only want you more. he lets off a sweet whine once you lean right up to his ear, whispering a sweet, “don’t be shy, baby. you can hold my hips.”

“fuck y-your voice ‘s gonna make me cum,” he babbles, bringing his rough hands towards your waist once more. he was so cute, far sensitive from his recent release. choso was gentle with his touch but his fingers were no stranger towards your body, roaming all over your hips sensually.

the sounds your pussy made in retaliation, squelch after squelch — it rang in his ears. it drove him dizzy, his mind was in for a loop.

choso’s eyes sexily roll back, and a tiny smile presses against his lips. you watch as he removes one hand from your waist, reaching above him to hold onto the headboard. his biceps, they curled and flexed and it made you stare a bit too long.

“how’s it feel? is it good?” you’d hum, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the corner of his mouth. his lips twitch, and it's so cute.

“you always make me feel good, princess,” he huffs out, one arm wrapping around you. your rhythm . . it was purely hypnotizing, you knew just how to take him.

so much of his inches burying into you, you made sure not to bounce your hips but grind. adding just a bit of pressure—he loves when you start to get a bit sloppy. the way he’s leaning back, it was unintentionally attractive.

it doesn’t take long before choso was approaching another heavily anticipated orgasm. he felt it, and he squeezed your hips with a cute needy look in his eyes. “i-i’m gonna make a mess again,” and his breathing cutely picks up. choso pulls you closer towards him. you don’t expect for him to bring his mouth towards your chest, softly lapping his tongue against your perky nipples. “gonna, ‘m gonna cum.”

“m-make a mess for me, baby,” you moaned, making your hips slow down just a bit so he could stimulate your nipples with his tongue. “it’s okay.”

your words were so smooth, he got off to simply your tone. it was building up and up—his thigh continued to bounce. and for yet a second time, he whimpers out once he feels himself pouring inside of you. a thick stringy load, ropes and ropes of his cum filling inside of your sweet cunt.

“f-fuck,” he’d whine, and it was as if everytime choso sweared, it made him ten times cuter. you giggle, panting yourself before kissing near his nose. choso’s eyes—he could barely keep them open. “ride me,” he pauses between his words, and you watch as he leans back, bringing a hand towards between your legs to feel his mess he created inside you. “ride me again, and a-again, and again….please.”

𖢺 NANAMI KENTO.

with nanami, he prefers for you to ride him whenever — especially whenever he gets home from work. a long tiring day at work, he loves coming home to you in hopes that you’d ride all of his pent up stress away. and you certainly do, happily.

“i missed my wife,” he’d grumble, and he was so knackered. you could hear it in his voice, whenever nanami was a bit drowsy his tone would deepen a bit. he was so tender with his touch against your hips. softly tracing against your skin to make you nearly lose your mind. “and i really missed these hips.”

you sat still with nanami’s dick being stuffed deep inside of your pussy. just a single move and he’d be even deeper. the thought of that made you salivate. he knew he was big just as much as you did. always the perfect size for you, never otherwise.

“good girl. get niiiice ‘n comfortable for me, okay?” and his words went straight down between your legs, you let off a moan once you buried your face into his neck. his strong scented cologne he had on all day at work wafts against your nose.

“okay…okay,” you’d mutter, feeling his big hands make its way towards your ass. he was always so handsy, allowing his rough hands to meander and roam all over your rear. you shiver a bit, feeling the coldness of his watch band run across your skin. “s-so big, kento.”

“ah. don’t hide that pretty face from me my love,” he’d purr, making you sit upright to face him. once you start to move—he grips your waist with one hand, another cupping your face.

nanami brings you into a loving kiss the moment you start to jerk your hips forward. you moan into his mouth, skimming your tongue against his and he even grunts lowly. a smile pokes near the corner of his lips before you hear him chuckle.

he adored how weak he had you for him, your hips stutter the more he swiftly runs a finger against your waist. once he pulls away, strings of pretty spit departing — he huffs out a sweet, “are you gonna move or do i have to do all the work like usual, sweetheart?”

“s-sorry,” you’d pant, and he was merely teasing. nanami simpers at the cute pout spreading on your lips and you start to adapt to a sweet sweet rhythm. he was so thick, stretching out your walls with such ease. nanami groans, he was still in his work clothes. long black slacks of his were just lazily pulled down and he had a button up shirt. his worn out collar was covered with nothing but a few smeared marks of your lipstick. “f-fuckkk, kento.”

nanami’s breath gets caught in his throat, feeling how wisely you used your hips against him. the lights in the room were dim. a few sweetened candles lit, the perfect romantic scene.

nanami stared at you with such a look of love, a soft smirk purses on his lips before he pulls you closer towards him.

“always know how to make me feel good, my love,” he murmurs against your ear. his voice was a low rasp. nanami’s face started to get a bit flustered once you started to moan directly into his ear. “i know, i knowww,” and he was talking you through everything in that smooth rich voice. it got you ten times wetter than you already were. you didn’t even know if that was possible. “keep looking at me, sweetheart. i wanna get lost in my wife’s pretty eyes.”

your started to whine once his dick reaches a pivotal spot. so deep, you feel him expand anywhere and everywhere like it was nothing. as you stared into his pretty brown eyes, you quickened your pace by a few simple thrusts. nanami returns your gaze, and he’s so in love that he can’t help but smile as you’re completely losing yourself on him.

“kento, k-kento, ‘m gonna cum soon,” you’d start to babble after a while—you felt a bit woozy, leaning into his neck to softly suck against his skin. you nipped near the inner part of his collarbone, and he lets off a low groan. nanami leans back a little, just a little… and once he feels you grind in a back and forth motion he nearly loses it. so slow, the repetitive motion made his jaw tighten. you slip out a whimper once his cock prods against your g-spot, and your hands yank onto the fabric of his shirt.

“the pretty girl’s gonna cum on me, hm?” nanami teases, feeling you spread your legs against him a little bit. he brings a kiss towards your chin before bringing both hands towards your waist again. “look at that face, so cute ‘n needy,” and he can’t help but kiss you again. as you rocked back and forth, rotating your hips in long circles . . . he starts to pant himself. you start to nibble on his tongue and he chuckles, squeezing your waist before you whimpered.

once you came, it was so powerful. a bundle of nerves coursing all through your veins—you were speechless, breaking away from his lips before wrapping your arms around nanami. he found it cute at how you came a bit earlier than usual, but nonetheless he still made sure to praise you. “what a good girl,” he mutters in a husky voice before softly caressing your ass. “my good girl.”

𖢺 GOJO SATORU.

“pft. girl pleaseee,” gojo scoffs with a snort. he was so sassy, way too sassy for even his own good. he leaned back against the chair as you straddled his lap. “you wanna ride me while i wear my blindfold? easy, knock yourself out.”

“and you can’t touch me either,” you roll your eyes at him. he snickers with an attitude, not used to people matching his cocky energy.

a pout goes on his lips before he mutters, “whatever….fine,” and it’s so cute. he loved touching you whenever you rode him, so you can just imagine how he’d act right now. gojo sits up straight, and he watches as you drag his blindfold that was half on his face—moving it right down to shield his eyes. he can practically feel you glaring at him and he grumbles. “i won’t cheat or try anything, hmph.”

“good satoru.”

“the nerve,” he grouses cutely. “shut up.”

gojo grows quiet the moment you start to align yourself, he was definitely long. long and lengthy, staggering inches that was enough to stretch you out for hours. not even a second goes by and he whines once you make him pin his arms back.

perhaps he was a bit too cocky though, because he desperately wanted to grab onto your waist whilst you rode him. his tip was leaky, dripping profusely with his own pre-cum. his breathing was slow, becoming a bit irregular once you started to gradually sink down on his length.

“aw. for the strongest, he’s got such a cute little pout.” you tease, and he lets off a choked gasp once you start to move. you’d bet money gojo was glaring at you - but his eyes were hidden away, so you’d have no idea.

that made you smile, he lets off a husky groan the moment he feels you create up a slow yet steady pace. whether he wanted to admit it or not, gojo was no match for your hips. your hips, probably the only thing he’d fight against and lose. proudly though, he loved having you on top—despite being a brat about it or not. “heh, baby, if you’re gonna fuck me, go faster would ya? ‘m gonna fall asleep at this r-rate.”

and he literally eats his words the moment you push him back against the cushion. he found you doing things like this to be so hot. your pussy had him in a chokehold, no doubt. your torso was upright and your thighs briefly moved with your movements in sync. this angle, it had his head spinning. he wanted to touch you so bad, to see your face — but he couldn’t, and it made him pout even more.

“mhm. lot better.”

“do you ever shut up?” you snicker, leaning in to kiss near the corn ever of his mouth.

“so r-rude,” he’d moan, and he had to admit he was always quite talkative. especially during intimate times like this. each time you pressed a wet kisses against his mouth, his lips would twitch. he wanted more and more, becoming entirely greedy for more of your sweet touch. he was so shoved deep inside you, you felt him reach everywhere. his dick twitched inside you in more ways than you could count. “lucky i can’t see you right now. bet you got the most s-stupidest look on your face.”

“maybe i should have taped your mouth shut too.” you roll your eyes, swaying your hips in a circular addicting motion. it made gojo moan, his thighs aching for more as you continuously went against him.

“damn, that’s—kinda kinky,” he murmurs in a low tone, huffing out a single breath. “maybe you should have.”

despite gojo putting up a pompous front, trying to act like he’s not about to cum for the umpteenth time—you kiss near his neck to make him let off a moan. “you wanna touch me so bad.”you whisper, licking near his neck to hear his breathing hitch. you’re steady with your hips, and he swallows thickly before feeling himself start to approach that familiar finish. you’re so pressed up against him, your body heat forevermore clashes against his. the moment you jerk forward for about the dozenth time, gojo whines before he ends up shooting inside your cunt.

he’s panting heavily, heaving as he trickles ropes inside of you — you moan yourself as he stays still. your hips pause and he feels the tips of his ears grow a scorching hot. “i can feel ya smiling at me,” he grumbles, his abs flexing the more huffed breaths he took. you smile, kissing underneath his chin for a final time before removing his blindfold. his hair was all messy and ruffled, and gojo’s face grows flustered. “…don’t look at me like that. i’d still top you any day.”

“okay, princess. whatever you say..”

“….”

𖢺 SUGURU GETO.

“go ahead ‘n lie back,” he murmurs in a soft smooth voice. a voice that had you soaking from underneath. your panties were still on, just barely though.

with strings lazily pulled to the side, you were propped up against geto and he has his chin softly resting on your collarbone.

“good girl,” he whispers once your back meets direct contact with his chest. by this point, you were basically cockwarming him. he stood tall and still inside you—geto groans, nipping a kiss near the inner part of your neck before uttering, “you have that toy i bought for you, angel?”

“y-yes,” you immediately reply. your voice was so shaky and soft. just a few touches from geto and you were easily stumbling over your words.

he feels you reach beside him, near the nightstand to grab the pretty pink wand he bought you as a surprise. not even wanting to waste time, you turn the switch on and with a loud buzz — it vibrates a singing tune.

“suguru,” you’d whimper out, trying to move your hips but he holds you steady in place. “can i move please?”

“you may,” he says in a low undertone. he brings a hand over you and grabs onto your wrist. you let off a moan once he holds the toy with you, bringing it between your achey clit. “spread your legs a little bit more for me. good, perfect.”

you gasp, feeling him gently rub the head of the toy against your clit whilst you were starting to grind. geto groans, feeling your left hand dig into his thigh.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d sob out, your lips cutely pursing together. he was very much thick, your thighs quivered and quavered from the sensitive stimulation. “fuck, ‘s good. turn it up a little more p-pretty please.”

he smiles, hearing you use such graceful manners like a good girl — his good girl.

geto goes through with your wish, turning the level up a single notch and you moan. sucking in a sharp breath, this position was so lewd. riding geto in reverse, it was heavily g-spot friendly. you went slow, moving your hips in the same recurrent rotation. it makes him bite his lip, his eyes flickering down towards your ass.

“so good for me,” he whispers against your ear. yet that’s when geto pulls you closer into him, biting softly near your neck. the vibrations had you trembling all in his lap, every nerve throughout your body, you felt its presence introduce itself.

geto snickers, feeling you grab onto his hand, moving the toy up and down against the entrance of your clit. in such a sensual manner too—he starts to whisper such filthy things against your ear while you’re getting off. “hear how wet you are for me, baby? so sloppy. pussy’s just talkin’ back to me. no fuckin’ manners, ‘s kinda cute.”

his words, it was so dirty.

you could barely process anything. you panted, staring right in front where a mirror was stood tall. the lewd reflection of you, you’re laid back against geto’s bare chest, slowly rotating your hips. your legs start to shake more and more from the toy’s vibration. teeth clenching, eyelids lowering, it was purely euphoric..

geto’s knees were raised just a bit to better support himself, and he brings a hand around your waist. his touch, it never failed to make you weak. he filled your pussy up with so many thick inches of his cock, his girth nearly had you drooling.

“easy, girl,” he whispers once you start to fasten your pace a bit. you were getting so close, you could taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue. his words stirred up butterflies in your stomach, and you moan once geto moves the toy aside just to take matters into his own hands. he starts to rub against your slick entrance himself, feeling just how soaked you were, mindlessly throbbing.

if it was anything geto was good with, it was his fingers. he snickers against your ear, maneuvering sweet circles against your cunt before your thighs start to lock and tremble. by this point, you were slowing down and you whimpered, feeling a familiar feeling brew up.

milliseconds later, he coaxed an orgasm out of you like it was nothing. your body felt limp, and you cutely went back against him, pant after pant. “awww,” geto hums, and his dick remains still inside of you. geto removed his lengthy fingers, only to bring them towards your face. “open wide for me, baby. taste how much of a mess you made on me,” and without a second of hesitation, you part your lips, moving your tongue, and take his fingers right into your mouth. you moaned, making your hips start up again because you wanted more — it was salacious, tasting your sweetness all on his fingers, lapping it up. “such a messy baby. should make you clean my cock up next with that pretty tongue of yours.”

𖢺 TOJI FUSHIGURO.

with toji, he’d have you riding him whilst he’s watching some movie or tv show. it’s playing in the background, and he has to keep turning the volume up notch after notch to drown out your cute moans. “doll, y’er gonna make me miss the good part.”

you huff out a single hitched breath, wrapping your arms over him. it was your idea to ride him, he didn’t mind, not in the slightest. toji was smoking too — a perfectly rolled up blunt sticking out near the corner of his lips. toji brings a rough hand towards your head, giving you a stiff pat.

he was so big, regardless of how many countless times you took him. you could never get used to his size. his cock stretched your walls out so easily, it had you drooling for more.

his base thwacked against you the more you piston your hips, moving back and forth in a repetitive rhythm. toji’s attention was mainly focused on the movie, a raspy chortle leaving his lips from the cheesy written dialogue.

he spots you glaring at him and he smirks. “what? can’t you see i’m busy.”

“pay attention to me,” you whine, and toji only snickers at your cute needy tone. your pussy wrapped around him, a tight snug and an even more perfect fit. your rhythm was smooth, it was a perfect mixture of not too slow — yet not too fast either.

as you stared into toji’s dark eyes, his senses was severely heightened and he takes the blunt from his lips before raising a brow. “gimme a kiss.”

“eh. don’t gotta give you shit,” he mocks your tone, making a pout form in your lips. he was such an insufferable tease, his left hand spanks your ass sharply, earning out a sweet whimper from you. toji caresses it afterwards, only to spank it again. “say pretty please. go ‘head, talk to me nice, little girl.”

you cutely glare before looking down, clawing near his perfectly toned chest. “i— can i have a kiss, pretty please?”

“it’s may i, not can i.”

“toji!”

he slyly smiles, rolling his dark green eyes. “i’m just fuckin’ with you,” and he brings a hand towards your ass yet again. his touch was so smooth, tracing your curves gingerly all against your waist. “c’mere ’n open y’er mouth.” he was balls deep, buried to the hilt and he lightly groans from feeling your warmth swallow him.

you were so toasty inside, you inch closer towards his face before opening your mouth slightly. toji licks his lips briefly, his tongue dragging against his scar before he blows smoke right into your mouth. you whine again from his teasing and he smirks. “oh. the baby’s still not satisfied?”

“want a kiss,” you pout, your weight just hovering over him. he felt your rhythm slow down and he chuckles — seeing you grow frustrated with your eyebrows curling into an irritated furrow. toji grabs your chin, and he pulls you right into him. you moaned, feeling him smack your ass to start riding him again. “t-toji please.”

“such a needy baby. always wanting a kiss,” and he gives you that kiss you so desperately yearned for. you whimper in his mouth, tasting how sweet he was. he places his blunt back near his tray and you were handsy, wrapping both arms over him. he chuckles, feeling you start to rock against him, his swollen cock was so fat inside of you—you just imagined the thought of him dumping yet another sloppy load into you. toji grunts, feeling you start to suck on his tongue, he leans back against the sofa while you deepen the kiss even further.

he groans, a hand curling around your throat, softly running a finger down the middle part of your neck before he briefly pulls away. toji’s eyes were half-lidded and right before he was about to finish inside of you, he pushes you aside to stare at the movie. black end credits were rolling and he grumbles. “tch. made me miss the ending.”

“s-sorry.” you mumble, catching your breath. you clearly wanted more . . still, he was stuffing you full with thick inches of his cock. you let off a gasp once toji lightly jostled you off of him. you land with a ‘oof’ — face flat on the sofa before he brings your ass a spank.

“yeah right,” he grumbles, grabbing his blunt again to stick it right between his teeth. he sucks through the air of the joint before groaning at your teasing arch. “know one way you can make it up to me. jus’ bend over ‘n face straight just for me, girl.”

men who eat you out like they have been starving for a millennia, who eat it like madmen, your juices all over his chin, even after you finish multiple times, even when you writhe and squirm, trying to escape the relentless treatment of his experienced tongue, he doesn’t stop, ever. As he stakes his claim over you, and you let him, because it’s just too good not to, mindlessly submitting your body, your very being to him.

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SUGURU GETO!!! eren, jean, satoru, nanami, dazai, chūya, tengen, KYOJURO , douma, sanemi, sanji, shanks, sully

bully! sukuna ♡ pt. 2 -> pt. 1

bully! sukuna who you accidently into while walking through the hallways, arms full with heavy textbooks.

bully! sukuna who can’t help be entertained by the way you heat up, rapidly apologizing as your scurry your textbooks back into your arms as he scolds you.

“ya got four eyes ‘nd still don’t know where you’re going? you stupid or something, brat?”

bully! sukuna who doesn’t help, but takes a note of your cute face when you take off to your late course.

bully! sukuna who starts to take an interest in you when he starts noticing you around the school campus, either indulged in your phone, on doing your work.

bully! sukuna who realizes you have no friends to keep you company, and is intrigued at the thought. so he decides to keep you company ♡

bully! sukuna who searches for you during school hours just to torment you for hours on end. tugging on your hair, groping your thighs, making you give him kisses, and pulling you out of classes just for you two’s make out ‘practice sessions.’

bully! sukuna who always leaves you desperate and whiny, but does nothing to suppress your horniness and leaves you high ‘n dry :<

bully! sukuna who walks behind you on a case of stairs and takes up skirt photos of your ass and chubby cunt, just to find your hidden little instagram and send it to you on a burner account.

♡ . . cute panties. slut

stop it! delete it! . . ♡

bully! sukuna who has you at his beck and call, and he knows that. who knows that even though you’re so irrelevant, youre still overly prideful; so he plans to destroy that, destroy you, and make you his.

╰┈➤ Bratty Little Human || Demon Slayer Headcanons

including: douma and muzan

summary: reader talks back and they deserve a punishment from their demon boyfriend. // reader is afab // also both douma and muzan are gonna be rude, they are demons so what else do you expect from them uwu

warnings: biting, choking, blood, slapping, curse words, spanking and implied blowjob at the end (muzan’s part)

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How cute!! He finds is quite adorable how bratty you can get. He loves the way you talk back to him, and he’s quite impressed by your courage because no one would ever dare talk back to him.

But the second you do talk back to him, he’ll grab you with a quick motion and pin you to the nearest wall. “Oh my, aren’t you a naughty little human. Talking back to your master.”

He would lean in as he has you against the wall, gripping onto your wrist quite roughly, not caring if he’s hurting you. He’ll lean in and kiss your neck gently. As you’re enjoying yourself he would dig his fangs into your skin.

Biting hard enough to break the skin causing you to bleed. Making you cry out, struggling to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. At all. Douma is just going to laugh at your pathetic attempt. Blooding dripping down to his chin, he moaned softly as he tasted your blood. He loved it…

As you’re pinned against the wall you would beg out, and that’s what he wants. For you to beg. “Please..Douma. I’m sorry.” And this would make him smirk, he would drink your blood and soon after he would pull away. Dragging his cold tongue against your bite marks.

He would laugh, and grab your face quite roughy. Forcing you to look him in the eyes. Looking into his colorful eyes. “Hm…since you’re my favorite pet I’ll go easy on you. But as for now follow me to my chambers, your punishment isn’t over my little Pet.”

And with that he walked away and you quickly followed him from behind. He stopped and looked over at you. “And who said you can walk?” You were quite confused and as you were about to speak up he snapped his fingers at you and pointed down at the floor.

“You wanna behave like a bitch, then I’ll treat you like a dog then.” And you were quick to follow orders. Getting on your knees and he smiled and patted your head. “Good little Pet. Now come on, your punishment is waiting for you.” He said and walked off and into his room.

You followed him, on all fours. You followed him as you crawl and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Oh god…

Douma treated you more as of a pet rather than a partner. And Douma was only punishing you because that’s what owners do to their dogs right?

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The second you talked back to him he was very angry, how dare you talk like that to the Demon King. Not even his loyal Demons or Upper Moons even dared talking back to him. His cold eyes stare at you, and as your talking back to him he suddenly raises his hand.

Slapping you quite hard, and hard enough to turn your head to the side. “How dare you speak to me like that! Do you know who am I! The Demon King!” He yelled out.

Rubbing your cheek, and you quickly look at him. And without thinking you spoke back. “I’m not stupid! I know who you are…you’re selfish Demon who thinks about himself and not me!”

And he was stunned, even by his slap you still had the guts to talk back, Muzan looks at him. As if he was looking into your soul and he started to laugh. As he laughed you felt a cold shiver run through your spine. His laugh was very unsettling…

He began walking towards you, and you backed up. Muzan growled under his breath and grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him. Leaning in, he whispered against your ear. “Wow, look at you. A little human speaking back to their Demon King.”

He decided that you needed to be punished. So he dragged you to his room, once he got there he opened the door and pushed you inside. And your body fell onto the floor making you cry out softly.

Muzan just walked over you and sat on the bed, he patted his thigh. “Come over here.” He said in a deep voice and not wanting to make him even more upset you went over to him.

“I’m going to spank you. Ten times and I want you to count them. Got it.” He said, you nodded and laid on his thigh. Your butt facing him. He couldn’t help but eye your bottom, he slowly licked his bottom lip.

He raised his hand and slapped you hard, making you cry out. “ONE..” You whimpered out, he just smirked. And began spanking you 9 more times. And you sobbed through the whole thing. “Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…Seven…Eight…Nine… TEN!”

As you sob softly, he rolled his eyes and pushed you off. “Now, let’s put your mouth to good use, hmm?” He said, you nodded and got on your knees and got in between his legs and started to undo his pants. Muzan looks down at you, a huge smirk was across his face.