BYE THIS ATE

BYE THIS ATE

boy scout <3

(n)—umemiya hajime breathes you in like cigar smoke

suggestive content , contains smoking / weed

“you call yourself a teenager but you’ve never smoked before ?”

you say it like teenagers are predestined to roll blunts & burn them between bruised lips. umemiya looks at you, lips parted & bleary eyed as you hold the joint between your own. he looks like a moth drunk on crimson flame.

“never have, and i don’t intend to.”

“you don’t look like you don’t,” you drawl, crawling closer to the male. ume shifts on the bed but his back is met with the head board. “my ma says smoking isn’t good for you.”

you giggle. umemiya hajime had always been a boy scout. but you didn’t think that even seven years later he’d still be the golden boy of his youth.

“it’s not all that bad. you wanna try ?”

umemiya knows you’re the devil knocking at his door. your shirt is off and you’re clad in nothing but chantelle festivité, purple lace bra & matching lace panties. umemiya hasn’t touched you. not yet. but he knows his boyhood will soon betray him. he swallows the blood curling up his throat.

is it not polite to let a knocking visitor in ?

you crawl unto his lap, bare skin grazing bare skin as you take another hit. the tip of the joint is red & sticky with lipstick and bits of ash & tar fall unto ume’s thigh. he should push you off, set a boundary.

but he doesn’t.

he doesn’t, so you cup his jaw with one hand & hold the blunt in the other. your thumb brushes his lower lip, strumming it a little before you part his lips open.

“relax, okay?”

“okay,”

umemiya hajime had always been obedient & today was no different. you exhale between his lips & he coughs—once, thrice, four times. you giggle a little & ume says his mouth burns like starlight. you puff smoke between his lips again but this time he swallows it like black blood.

“d’you wanna try something, ume ?”

ume peers up at you with bleary eyes tinged cherry pink. the weed must already be getting to him. his cheeks burn red so you giggle.

you drag the blunt between your lips, smoke stinging at your throat. before ume can register your lips are on his & he can’t fucking breathe.

he thinks you taste like heaven.

umemiya hajime is boy scout with no badges. boy scouts don’t kiss half naked girls with herb in their throats but ume does it anyway. his palms slide their way up your spine & your nails dig at the hairs on his nape & ume thinks turning in his boy scout badge is worth it after all. boy scouts don’t get to kiss pretty girls & ume can’t imagine a world where he can’t kiss you. he turns in his badge like it’s a fucking honor.

you pull away but ume chases the ghost of your lips so you can’t help but grin. his lips are chapped & bloody & bruised & swollen but he gapes at you like you’re the only love he’s ever known.

“did you put weed in your lipstick as well ?”

“very funny. kiss me again, boy scout.”

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Greedy

A/N: requested by @charbunxxi — i did something a little different, lmk if you would rather me repost a more accurate version to your request

The first thing Sukuna thought about after getting off his shift was you. You were the only thing he thought of while working, too. And, on the drive home, he almost crashed his car due to the fact that you were the only thing on his mind.

Some might say he's obsessive. Some might say he's deranged. Some might say he's a man deserving of nothing.

But then there's you, who says he's just a man in love.

He's a man who makes you breakfast and coffee — the way you like it. He's a man who draws you baths and washes your hair. He's a man who carries your bags after having gone shopping — with his card, obviously. He's a man who arrives at the apartment and — even then, still looks for home. He's a man who looks for you.

However, this time — unlike all other times, after slipping off his footwear and coat, he is unable to find you.

Maybe you were taking a shower? No. Maybe you were watching TV in the living room? Nope. Maybe you were doing laundry? Not even close.

When Sukuna finally succeeded in his search for you in your shared bedroom, he facepalmed. "'m so fuckin' stupid," he grunts out, as he crawls into bed.

You had fallen asleep while trying — but failing — to stay up in order to greet Sukuna after he returned home from work; but, he had had a longer shift than usual, and forgot to tell you.

He didn't mean to wake you. After all, it's not his fault that your pet cat just had to let out the world's loudest meow, announcing his arrival.

"You've got to be kidding me," he whispered, glaring at the little nuisance laying in the bed, cuddled up in your loving arms. The loving arms where he should be, not some ugly, good-for-nothing feline.

"My bad, baby. Swear, didn't mean to wake you—" He goes in to place a kiss on your cheek, but you simultaneously swerve away from him.

"No," you softly whine, shoving your head into the pillow.

"The fuck you mean 'no'? You seriously gonna deprive me of my well deserved kiss? After working a twelve hour shift?"

"No kisses." You mumble, your voice muffled.

Sukuna blinked at you, once, twice, thrice, until he finally concluded that you weren't just fucking around with him, and you were actually denying him of something totally essential to his well-being.

How was he meant to go on without your kisses? How would he live, breathe, eat, sleep, without your affection?

He tried to remove you from the pillow, but you instantly shoved your face back. "Noo."

"Sweetheart, I love you, y'know that already. And I wouldn't force you to do anything against your will. But, you don't understand, baby. What you're doing is completely and utterly cruel. This is wrong, on so many levels." He tried, again, to peel your face away from the pillow. And he succeeded, this time. But this time, you had a nasty pout on your face.

"You wanna know what's cruel? The fact you haven't showered, and yet, still have the audacity to crawl into bed. I'll have you know, I just replaced the bedsheets, and now here you are — dirtying them up."

"Babe, please—" He started.

"You are stinking up the whole goddamn apartment, Sukuna."

"You don't gotta be this way. We can talk it out."

"Sukuna—"

"C'mon, pretty girl. Just one? For little ol' me?"

You grumbled, but complied, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine, only one. But you have to take a shower after—mmph!"

Sukuna grabbed your face in his hands and tackled you down onto the bed, smashing his lips against yours so zealously that even the cat jumped out of your arms and off the bed.

-

It, indeed, was not just one kiss. But, it wasn't a total loss. Sukuna did end up taking that shower. And he gave you a reason to, as well.

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i just know satoru’s the type to lean down when you two are making out while standing up, and he literally pushes himself into your personal space because he cannot physically get enough of you. like his hands are gripping your flesh, your thighs, your ass, and then his hand wraps around your neck and when you try to pull away to breathe, he chases after your lips and pecks them repeatedly.

“no no no—come back here, please,”

pls pls pls can we get some overstimulating toji, Hes whimpering so much, maybe tie his hands up 👀🙏 love u twin

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji letting you "top" him

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, whiney toji, riding him after he cūms, dirty talk, mdni.

“hmph. you’re gettin’ too fuckin’ cocky,” toji gruffs lowly, leaning back against the padded comforter. dark eyes stare right back into you as you straddle his lap. he’s buried into you, and he was just about to finish. his breaths were quick paced, huffing and puffing. white clouds of air escape his lips as he keeps dark irises on each of your fidgety movements. “wipe that smile of y’er face. don’t like when ya give me that look.”

you hum, leaning in to toss your arms over his wide shoulders. whilst he’s stretching your gummy walls out to the very fullest— you lean in to plant a kiss near the right side of his lip, soft contact right against his infamous slanted scar. a soft moan always withdraws from his lips whenever you did that. the toughness that scraps against your mouth as you plant your lips down on that specific spot. “or …what?” you tease, grinding your hips just a bit more brisker at a fleeting tempo. “aw, someone’s getting close?”

“fuuuck,” he growls out, pearly white canines sticking out near the very corners of his mouth. toji’s head throws back in rapture and he feels your hand glide down the middle part of his chest. his shaggy, unkempt bare chest—all types of scars from his work that you love to feel all over. he’s about to pump you full, the blissful agitation that pokes against his nerves makes him feral. “sensitive still,” and with a low exhale, he glares at your stretching sly smile. “don’t give me that look. don’t …. even—f-fuck..”

and at that exact moment, toji fushiguro whined.

you grow quiet. he grows so quiet, it’s so silent that you could hear a pen drop.

toji swallows, even a simple action as that was just so loud. he groans, leaning back against the fat silk pillows before he stares at you with low hooded eyes.

“s-shit,” and his voice continues to grow more . . . shaky.

it’s so unlike him, the way his words quaver from each word was so cute to hear. you even had his hands tied up, pinned amongst the edges of the bed. he was sprawled all out for you while you were grinding against his lap.

“i spoil you too much, f-fuckin’ little girl,” and he’s clearly trying to keep up his rough facade— but alas, it’s really no use.

“you’re cute when you whine, baby,” you smooch against the scar near the right side of his lip.

his mouth twitches in vexation and you watch as his eyes roll further back.

his abdomen— oh, it burns into a mild volume of arousal, he’s profusely sweating before he feels himself about to break. each time you sneak a kiss against his scar, he groans. “mwah,” you tease, treating the lower part of his face with such delicacy. toji was shooting you a look of grimace. briefly—he tried to keep up his stubborn antics, but his glare only turned into lewd eye rolls from how good you clamp against his cock. it’s so good, the saturation of your sopping wet pussy squeezing down on him tight, he’s going dumb by the minute. “it’s okay, toji. you can cum.”

“don’t tell me what to d—” and he gets cut off before he quite literally does cum, it’s abrupt. toji’s quavering underneath you as he dumps a thickset load of seed into you. “shit, fuckin’ damn,” he heaves. his breath was heavy as he’s leaning all the way back now. with a hand still gripped onto your left hip, he sinks into the weightlessness nirvana that awaited him. “fuuck,” he pants, a rough hand grasping your ass— for a solid moment, toji grows quiet and the only sounds that’s could have been made were the sloshes of your cunt accepting his seed. somehow he managed to rip off the restraints on his wrists—wasting no time to finally touch you. in the midst of still rocking your hips in a circular rotation again toji—it consists of such satiny ropes, you’ve never felt more stuffed. “ugh, fuckin’ slut. got me moanin’ for you like this-”

you giggle, gifting him with a chaste kiss. “i’m not done, baby. keep up with me, okay?”

toji’s caught by surprise once you start to move your hips again, accelerating them against him and he whines. “f-fuck, the fuck? girl, ‘jus fuckin’ came . . sensitive, goddamnnn.”

it was cute, the way his low raspy voice pitches up an octave— he’s whimpering, the rapid movements of your pussy having him practically speechless. with his twitching dick now flaccid, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist. a raw groan only then wrenches from the back of his throat.

“can’t cum anymore, f-fuck, ‘m still sensitive,” he babbles, softly pulling you by the neck to give him a kiss.

and by kiss, it was more sloppy than anything. with wet tongues moving against each other in tavern, he feels you grinding again and again.

toji’s so warm. he can feel his heartbeat coercively pulsating through his ears. your tender touch against him had him so needy. even while having him like this— he was still attractive, yet that’s when you grab his wrists, making him pin them back again. “fuck are ya d-doing.”

“no touching me, baby,” you hum, and his glare returns. with pinkish crimson lips squeezing into a scowl, his darkened eyebrows curl into a furrow. “touch me after you give me another one, yeah?”

he swallows, toji couldn’t believe how dominant you were being. it was rare to get him like this, even rare to be on top of him.

“fuckin’ brat,” he grouses, his muscles near his forearms tensing. your cunt’s involuntarily constricting around his massive length. your walls hug him tightly before he starts to pant more and more. “fine. f-fine, just kiss me again…… please.”

you lean in, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders before pulling him into a deep kiss.

he’s so sensitive—heavy, hot huffs of breaths gnashing together, he whines again in your mouth. toji shivers, feeling the print of your thumb brush down against his undercut. he groans, feeling your hips start to pick up pace again and he pulls away to breathe. “phew,” he puffs out, seeing nothing but pure stars. you rode him so good that he didn’t even have a witty comeback.

toji’s entire face was all flustered, he glowers once he sees your smug grin tug against your lips. “what.”

“you should whine more,” you pause your hips, leaning in to pepper a few kisses against his cheek. he’s so fluttered—still heaving through his full lungs, eyelids halfway open as a big arm wraps around your waist. toji pulls you close, despite how embarrassed he was—he took it as a opportunity to pull you closer towards him. “you sound so cute when you’re whiney.”

“shut up,” he pouts, avoiding eye contact. toji’s still stuffed inside of you before he grunts once he feels you starting to move then stop. “m-mhm. don’t stop though. keep going.”

you giggle, bringing a single finger to stroke his cheek. “say please, toji.”

“fuckin—” he starts, sending you straight daggers. he’d argue further but he was still deeply buried into you. just a quick move with your hips and he’d start whining again from the euphoric friction. “fine. fine, just finish fucking me, please.”

“good boy,” you kiss the top of his head, starting up your hips again and he brings you into his chest, wrapping his beefy arms around you before whimpering into your neck.

he swallows, seeping his teeth into the crevice of your neck. “shut u-mhm,” and he slumps back with a pussydrunk smile on his face. “actually….praise me more. call me that again, ‘n look at me when you do.”

“good boy, toji,” you repeat in a sweet voice, picking up his head to make him stare into your eyes—he’s still panting before he leans back, groaning, shuddering from your touch. “such a good boy.”

hi !! this is my first ask hehe 👉👈 can i request sharing lollipops with kaji ? ☺️

sucker

(n) — ren kaji thinks lollipops taste sweeter when they’re second hand

a/n : i think this ask was meant to be soft & fluffy but that is not my forte i fear 💪💯 enjoy rough kaji instead 🤞

ren kaji thinks lollipops taste sweeter on your tongue.

so when he comes home with a new pack of suckers & drags you into his lap, arm hooked around your waist as hot breath fans plush skin, you say a silent prayer & hope all his candies taste bitter.

ren kaji sticks a sucker through your lips with an mph ! so your jaw aches a little & your first thought is bitter lemon but bitter lemon melts into orange crush & fuck you hate oranges

kaji reads the expression on your face. “what, you don’t like it ?”

he pulls out the candy with a pop ! & sticks it in his own, tongue swirling over yellowstone as citrus bleeds over cavities. it’s already half melted from the heat of your mouth but kaji doesn’t seem to mind. candy tastes sweeter when it’s second hand.

“mm, tastes good. open your mouth.”

kaji says it like it’s a command but his tone is sweeter than a toothache. you can feel the cold of his fingers press underneath the hem of your tank top, sticky with lolli-wet and saliva & suddenly you’re skinless & vulnerable, an aching mess of jaw breakers & candy wrappers & whatever the fuck it is ren kaji needs you to be.

ren kaji sticks his tongue into your mouth.

you’re used to this. his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs & you can feel his teeth on your tongue & fuck his hold on your waist is bruising but you’re used to this. you sit pretty on his knee while he abuses your mouth & all you can think to yourself is lord i am lucky / his touch rots my skin / i hope our mouths bleed forever

ren kaji pulls away, candy colored strings bridging the gap between your lips. candy-wet dribbles down your chin & god you are so heart-achingly beautiful but ren kaji will never tell you this so you will never know it.

impatiently, he pulls out yet another sucker.

“try this one next.”

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cw: slightly suggestive (mdni ig)

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