Pairing: Enji Todoroki X Fem!Reader

Indulgence (Sir Nighteye X Reader)

Summary: “Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow partygoers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits start to flow. 

The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist. 

So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…”

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) X fem!reader Word Count: ~7.7K Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, public sex, BDSM themes, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sounding (not super explicit), overstimulation, light bondage, fingering, cunnilingus, surprisingly no ‘P’ in ‘V’ intercourse. 

A/N: My piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​‘s Citrus Dome collaboration, so be sure to check out the other pieces! The warnings make this sound kind of wild, and while it’s definitely filthy, it’s not as bad as it looks. If you want to get in the proper mood, you should listen to A Perfect Circle while reading this because it was my soundtrack while writing. Hope y’all enjoy!

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Prompt 13: “You don’t think I’d burn this entire country, just to keep you as mine?”

Pairing: Yandere!Endeavour x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.6k

Warning: 18+, minors dni // abusive behaviour (like… very abusive), angst, choking, dark themes, kidnapping, near-death experience, slight infantilization, suicidal ideation, victim-blaming, violence, yandere

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A PROPOSITION.

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Synopsis. Adding sex to the mix doesn’t seem too bad of an idea when your long term friend Gojo Satoru gives you a taste of the experience — conveniently enough, on your living room couch.

WC. 5.4k

Genre. NSFW.

Warnings. Alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (male + female receiving), vaginal sex, slight dacryphilia, praising, couch sex, multiple positions (missionary, doggy etc), tummy bulge, biting (hickeys), squirting, choking, creampie, aftercare.

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“This has to be a joke.”

You were seated opposite to him on your couch, your back leaning against the arm of it with him mirroring your position, your thumb running over the rim of the beer bottle in your hand. It was one of the many nights you two would frequently have on a weekend – takeout with some drinks and maybe even a movie before you’re both passed out on your living room floor. Dressed in just a tank top and pyjama shorts – you were halfway through your second drink when Gojo had suggested one of the most absurd ideas that had ever occurred to you, and you were starting to think that maybe you should tell him to slow down with the alcohol before he begins to spew more impulsive thoughts.

“Why would I joke about?” Gojo replied nonchalantly.

“Well, it is you we’re talking about here.”

He rolled his eyes at that, huffing a strand of white hair away from his face before locking eyes with you, “I wouldn’t joke about that with you, maybe with Nanami but–“

You shook your head, lifting a hand up to stop him, he pursed his lips immediately at that. “Satoru–“ you started with a sigh, “Do you..do you understand what you’re saying right now? Do you understand what you’re asking me here?” Your voice did not match the playful tone of his, his eyebrows slightly pinching in together in seriousness.

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m honest.” He retorted, “And you’re in denial.”

You barked out a laugh at that, “Denial? How?” Gojo only smirked in response, clearing his throat before beginning to crawl towards you. You raised an eyebrow at his approach, wondering where this was going. “You’re full of shit if you say you haven’t thought about it too.” He said, his hand using the back of the couch to support his weight while the other rests on the arm of the couch you’re leaning on.

Throwing your head back in a laugh, you patted his shoulder in amusement once you looked back at him. “I admire your confidence – truly, Satoru. But I think you tend to forget something.” You stated with a sympathetic sigh, your finger brushing the collarbone peaking through his shirt, before drunkly gripping his collar and pulled him towards you, your breaths mingling. “I’m not one of your play things. I’ve known you for years – I know you like an open book. So whatever poor attempt this is to try and lure me to your bed,“ you paused to kiss your teeth “–it’s not going to work.” You finished, before leaning back again on the arm of the couch, a triumphant smirk on your face as you rendered him speechless.

Failing to hear a response from him, you initially thought the conversation was over as you took another swing of your beer. However, your eyebrows shot up as you nearly choked on your drink once you felt his hand on you calf, fingertips having a feel of your skin. You looked back at him, his eyes glued on your leg as he shook his head with a dark chuckle. “This is where you’re wrong, peach.” He squeezed your calf before it began to dangerously rise up to your knee, thumb rubbing your skin. “If you did know me, then you would know I wouldn’t mind having you bent over my knee any day now.”

You sucked in a breath, unsure whether if your face was hot from the alcohol or his words. Gojo’s cheeks were flushed red from his drink, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his lips, his eyes fixed on yours. “You’re a smart girl, but not smart enough if you can’t seem to use that pretty head of yours when you’re around me.”

“Satoru–“ you shook your head, gulping. Every drop of confidence you had in your voice earlier had suddenly dissipated. “Why..why are you telling me this?”

“I want to fuck you.” He blatantly replied, “I’m not one to beat around the bush. You should know that since you claim to know me so much.” he huffed in slight annoyance. To say there was sexual tension between you two ever since you met was an understatement. Flirty remarks, teasing touches and even drunken pecks were shared here and there but nothing ever beyond that. You were both part of the same friendship group after all, and were pretty much the only ones out of said group who haven’t hooked up with each other yet.

“Fuck me and disregard me like you do with the others?”

He shook his head immediately at that, his face lacking any form of amusement. He was serious, for once. “There’s a difference. You’re my friend, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“It just..it sounds like a bad idea to me.” You sighed in response, the rim of your beer bottle suddenly being the most interesting thing in the world to look at, “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, [Name].” His voice caught you off guard in the eerie silence as you met his gaze again. “But I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t want. It’s just something that’s been on my mind for a while, so I thought you should know.” He finished before pulling his hand away, the place where his hand resided on your leg suddenly felt cold as he laid back on the arm of the couch opposite to you, his feet grazing yours.

Gojo Satoru was idolised by the public. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him (some times they wanted him too). Gossip from stranger mouths would spring every week on not only how he looked like a god, but also how he was one in the sheets. So why not? You think. Why not relieve the sexual tension once and for all and see whether if those said rumours live up to his name by having a taste yourself?

“If we’re going to do this–“ you confidently spoke, making his head snap up towards you at your sudden change in heart. “–Our friends can’t know. And I mean no one can know, not even Geto. I’m not interested in us being another experiment to them.”

“Cross my heart, my lips are sealed.” He smiled, “Better be.” You murmured, before placing your beer bottle on the coffee table. Your gaze met the mischievous glint in his eyes, his hand patting his thigh as he beckoned you to come closer, “Come here.”

You licked your lips, finding yourself crawling towards him at an agonisingly slow pace. His eyes shamelessly eyeing your chest as it peaked through your tank top. You stopped in between his legs, Gojo’s hand finding its way to your cheek as you looked up to him. “Have you thought about it?” He asked quietly.

You blinked at his question, there was no point of lying. You’ve always wondered – wondered how his calloused hands would feel all over your body, how his lips would brush over your skin before sinking his teeth in and leaving a love bite, how his hair would tickle your ear when he’d bury his face into the crook of your neck, thrusting over and over and over.

But your pride was too big to admit it out loud. So you opted for something else.

“Well, if there’s one particular thing I’ve always wondered about..” You began, your eyes darting from his bulge to his eyes. Gojo smirked almost immediately at that, “I’ll have you know I’ve heard nothing but positive feedback about my–“

“I’m not talking about your size.” You interrupted, pursing your lips to hold back a smile. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before you watched his smile drop and eyes widen in realisation.

“My pubes? You thought about my pubes out of everything?”

You barked out a laugh at his disappointment, the previous awkward atmosphere diminishing at your conversation. “Can you blame me? Even your eyelashes are white, it’s only logical that–“

“Jesus christ.” He huffed, throwing his head back with his eyes screwed shut. He rubbed his face with both hands, before looking back at you. His lips curved upwards once again, “You’re in luck, since you’re about to see for yourself. ”

You found yourself mirroring his smirk as you sat up. You swung your legs over his, fully situating yourself on his lap. Gojo’s hands immediately resting on your hips. “You better not make me regret this.”

“First of all–“ Gojo said, his tone flat as his palm collided with your bum harshly, making you jump in place. “You don’t talk to me like that, peach.” His nickname for you rolled off his tongue almost condescendingly – almost carrying a different weight this time.

He leaned forward, watching you gulp. Your lips slightly parted as small breaths left your mouth, your eyes flickering between both of his eyes. The blue sea that inhabited his orbs refused to look anywhere else as he watched your walls slowly crumble down, almost as if they were daring you to look away. Gojo leaned his head towards your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, “I’d behave if I were you.”

He backed away, but stayed closed enough to brush your nose against his. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips envelop yours in a slow kiss, a hand finding its way behind and up your back, fingers trailing up and down your spine once he slipped his hot tongue into your mouth. His fingers trailed upwards, before gripping the back of your neck and pushing you deeper against his lips, eliciting a small whimper from you. He pulled away, a small pop! heard as your lips separated.

“Yeah?” Gojo asked with a small smile, thumb running across your already hot cheek, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a small smirk on your face. You nodded eagerly before yanking him from his collar towards you, lips meeting his forcefully as they moulded against each other, your tongues dancing in a sweet harmony. Your arms wrapped around his neck – breathing fast, heart rate faster. He gripped your hips tightly, and you slightly winced against his lips as you felt his fingers digging into your pelvic bone.

You felt his growing bulge underneath you, poking you through your shorts and encouraging you to roll your hips against his, your pelvises directly aligned as you moved in a wave-like motion. Gojo’s grip around your frame tightened, feeling a small vibration against your lips once he let out a low moan. Chest against chest, your hardened nipples protruded through your tank top and rubbed against his clothed torso with each movement.

His hand moved down your stomach, slipping inside your shorts and reaching your panties. You continued grinding against his fingers as they teased your clothed clit in the same pace. You pulled away to breathe for a second, gasping against his lips at the growing feeling in your cunt before pressing them back to him. Gojo responded immediately, the sounds of lips smacking and kissing resumed as he felt a patch of wetness in your panties.

“Satoru.” You breathed out once you pulled away, “Want you in my mouth.”

He retracted his fingers, “Yeah? Want my cock down your throat?” he spoke teasingly, you only hummed eagerly before taking the liberty to crawl off his lap. Laying on your stomach between his legs and perched your ass up. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers along the way, his hard dick slapping his stomach, the tip flushed red and decorated with a white ring of precum – his cock mildly curved upwards and you couldn’t help but think how it would feel deep inside of you. However, you’re snapped out of your thoughts at something else as you eyed his cock.

Shaved. He was fully shaved. Not even trimmed, or any presence of a small stubble to give you at least a hint on whether if your suspicions were true or not. You blinked, looking back at him as he snickered.

“Tough luck. Maybe next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah next time–“ He leaned forward, placing your chin between the web of his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up, his rough palm warm underneath your chin. “Because you’ll be begging for more once I’m done with you.”

Gojo leaned back comfortably against the arm of the couch, nudging his chin at you with a look of amusement, “Go on.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him, licking your lips and attempting to grab his shaft before he stopped you by gripping your wrist. “Wait–“ he murmured, and you restrained yourself from huffing impatiently. “You have an eyelash on your cheek.” He noted, squinting his eyes at your face, his thumb and forefinger pinched at something on your cheek before retracting his hand, showing you the short curved hair on his index finger.

“Wanna make a wish?” Gojo cooed, grinning almost childishly at you. The devil resting on your left shoulder whispered lewd thoughts into your ear as you smirked. You fluttered your eyes shut, pretending to give yourself a hard thought before opening them and blowing your eyelash away. Gojo opened his mouth to speak, probably to spew another remark before you wrapped your lips around his finger, nipping at his fingertip before swirling your tongue around his digit.

“Shit..” He breathed out shakily, watching you suck in his finger further down your throat as his knuckle reached your lips. You blinked at him, pulling your lips off his finger before wrapping your hand around his cock. You flicked your tongue against the ring of precum, humming in satisfaction as Gojo’s hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, before landing on the back of your skull with his thumb rubbing in circular motions against.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, flicking it with the tip of your tongue before giving his cock long licks across his length, stopping at his balls and taking one into your mouth. Your tongue barely gave Gojo time to breathe as you watched him throw his head back, his swollen, pink lips forming a pout. His fingers dug into your scalp as you gave him a particularly hard suck. You gave him a second to recompose before fully taking him into your warm mouth, his girth stretching your lips far and wide. The heat from your breath making him throb in anticipation.

“Fuck.” He sighed out, looking back at you as you hallowed your cheeks around him. “You love this, don’t you?” You moaned around him in response, giving him a quick nod with his cock in your mouth before flattening your tongue along his length. The salty sweet taste of him mixed with your own saliva made you bob your head up and down agonisingly slow.

His arm snaked past your armpits, pulling you off him with a gasp. Your chin wet from your own spit, his large hands cradling your face as he kissed you hard and deep, his hot tongue finding its way back into your mouth and having a taste of his own precum.

“Do you have a condom?” You heard him say as you pulled away with a pant, eagerly pulling his shirt off as he did the same to you, “’M on the pill.” you murmured, pulling him in from his neck into another heated kiss. A squeal escaped your mouth when he pinched your ass, before he slowly laid you down on your back, not breaking away from your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, chest against chest. His hand yanked your shorts down, tossing them on the floor somewhere. With your panties being the only barrier left between your nude bodies, you moaned against his mouth once you felt his hardened cock rub against your clothed clit.

Gojo broke away from your lips, prepping kisses across your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of wet patches before latching his mouth onto your breast. You gasped as you felt his teeth sink in softly around your nipple, running his tongue across the area before giving it a hard suck. His other hand reached down between your legs, applying pressure to your clit through your panties as you felt sweat form along your hairline.

“Stop teasing.” you sighed out, making Gojo pull away. “You expect me to make it easy on you?” He retorted with a small chuckle and a shake of his head, his breath fanning your face as the smell of beer invaded your nostrils. “That’s not how it works, peach.”

“I expected you to fuck me like you mean it, not lie through your teeth.”

“Lie?” He raised an eyebrow, his teeth slightly clenched. “You think I’m messing?”

“Are you gonna prove me wrong?” You continued to press him on purpose. He only smirked in response, and for a minute you nearly regretted letting those words slip out of your mouth.

“Oh I will,” He paused to pull your panties down, the flesh of your hips that's been squeezed by the fabric breaking free, your pussy lips already glistening from your own wetness, “I’m gonna fuck you until you cry.”

He grabbed his own shaft, leading it towards your cunt. His tip sticking into your entrance only a little bit before pulling back and spreading your slick across your labia and to your clit, you whined at the sensation underneath him, biting your tongue to stop yourself from begging for some sort of friction from him, and you almost thanked the gods above once you felt him push in.

Your mouth hung open as he inserted himself, your pussy lips swallowing him whole as his girth stretched you with every inch that pushed in, Gojo moaned on top of you, hands digging into your waist as you bent your knees. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, staying still for a second once he fully pushed in, sighing out a low "fuck.“ before you felt a tap against your thigh. "Bring it up." he breathed out against your neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise on the arms wrapped around his back.

You lifted the leg that's inside the couch upwards, "A little higher - that's it." Gojo sounded satisfied once your leg rested over of the back of the couch, you took the liberty to move your other leg onto the floor, your toes grazing against the carpet as you found yourself spread wide for him as much as you can. "Satoru–" You whined out.

"I know, baby. I know." He said, before pulling back and burying himself inside of you again, he snapped his hips with every moderate paced thrust, your wetness making it easier for his cock to slide in and out, the curve of his cock kissing the spot that's etched deep into your cunt. “You feel so good, so warm and snug and–fuck.” Gojo cursed.

It’s almost as if his hands couldn’t get enough of you – first gripping hard on your breasts as some sort of anchor, then moving onto your already spread legs and pushing down on your inner thighs, making you wince as he stretched you out fully. His rough hand then grabbed the leg next to his head, making you gasp as you watched him wrap his lips around your toe, giving it a teasing suck and a lick, his eyes not breaking away from yours before one of them dropped into a wink.

Gojo’s thrusts didn’t falter for a second as he returned your leg to its previous position, resting it comfortably over the back of the couch. His rough hands snuck over your hips and behind your ass, taking your flesh between his fingers and spreading your cheeks apart as he lifted your pelvis slightly above the couch.

There was so much going one – your legs spread, his hands on your ass, his curved cock not leaving a sweet spot inside of you untouched. A thin layer of sweat covering both of your heaving bodies as you both moaned loud enough for your next door neighbour to hear.

Both of your hands reached his biceps, grabbing the muscles for leverage as his thrusts got harder and started pushing you further back into the couch, the top of your head meeting the arm of it as you arched your back in pleasure. “Mhm–Satoru..”

When you looked back at him, you could've sworn you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sight in front of you. The veins in Gojo's arms protruded from his hard grip on your ass, his cock glistening with your slick every time he pulled back, his pecs flexing with every thrust. His chest was dusted with a soft shade of pink, snow hair matted against his forehead. The way his face contorted in pleasure – eyebrows pinched together, heavy pants and grunts escaping his pouty lips.

Desperately, your grip on his biceps tightened as you pulled him closer to you, making him slow down his thrusts as his hands left your ass and moved to your waist instead, dropping your lower half back onto the couch. You retrieved both of you legs and bent your knees as he snuggled in between them, with one arm around his neck and the other perched up on your elbow for support, you lifted your back off the couch as you began to hold him for all it’s worth and grind your hips against his. Gojo let out a throaty moan as you contracted and released your pelvic muscles around his cock. "Oh, god." He let out a low groan, pecking your lips as you continued to roll your hips against his, "Oh, fuck."

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” Gojo shamelessly admitted once you clenched around him again. He quickly shook his head, not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled his cock out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, only to gasp as he flipped you over on your stomach. You rested your chin against the arm of the couch, emitting a high pitched “oh!” once his hand collided with your asscheek in a loud smack. You were reluctant to think his hands would leave bruises on your ass from the constant gripping and smacking, but once you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your ass, you knew for sure he would leave his mark.

You gasped at the stinging feeling. He only hummed in response – spreading your asscheeks apart, your juices glazing your lips. Gojo found himself licking his lips at the sight, before sticking his tongue out and giving you a long hard lick, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, your high coming back down as he tried to coax you into calmness with his mouth on your cunt.

“So wet for me.” He muttered. You felt a ball of spit fall on your asshole and drip down your cunt, making you mewl. “All for me.” His mouth latched onto your lips, tongue lapping all of your juices before sticking it into your entrance, nose brushing against your skin as he buried his face between your cheeks. Gojo’s groans vibrated against your skin, making you desperately grind back onto his face. His fingernails dug deep into your flesh as he continued to eat you up like a starved man that haven’t had a morsel of food in ages, tongue not leaving a drop of your juices drip into the couch as he drank it all up.

You whined in distress once he pulled away – he was constantly edging you and not letting you cum, and although you wanted nothing more than to have your release all over his mouth, the ache between your legs wanted to feel his cock inside instead.

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, you felt him line himself with your entrance, pushing in with his hands gripping your hips again. You were sure at this point he was leaving handprints all over your body, but the thought quickly dissipated as you heard the obscene sounds of your squelching hole take in his cock with every hard thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You heard Gojo pant behind you. “Oh, Satoru.” You mewled, your arm stretched behind you and reached to clasp the hand that’s gripping your hip. “Oh, baby.”

His movements began to slow down, cock buried deep inside your cunt as he leaned downwards. You felt his chest against your back, teeth nibbling on your ear as his hands reached your breasts and gripped the flesh tightly in his palms, pinching and rolling your nipples. Gojo’s knees spread your legs just a little bit – he didn’t pull back or push himself any deeper, but had his thighs glued completely to the back of yours as he started to roll his hips, just to make sure the curve of his cock touched every inch of your insides as your walls clenched tightly around him.

“Please..” you quietly begged, his nose in your hair as he inhales your scent deeply. Gojo halts his movements, and his hands began to move to find a new territory to mark – one hand wrapped around your throat while the other slides down your stomach, his palm splayed across your naval as he pressed down onto the bulge that’s poking through you. “You feel that, peach? Do you feel me right here – right in your tummy?”

Your mouth hung open, eyes open like a deer in headlights as you sucked in a breath. You only managed to nod eagerly, screwing your eyes shut at the feeling of his cock nudging your cervix while his hand pressed down your tummy bulge. “Too deep, too much I–“ You whined, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. You felt his hand snake further down and reach your clit, two of his digits using your own slick for lubrication as he began to draw circles on your clitoris and hood, his fingertips grazing your labia in the process.

“No, no, no–“ you begged and attempted to break free from his hold before gasping once you felt Gojo’s fingers squeeze the sides of your throat, “Fuck, stay still for me.” He grunted, your clitoris wedged between his two fingers as he gave it a small pinch before resuming to his previous circular motions.

“Please move, please just–hmph!” your broken pleads were interrupted with a loud moan as you felt him suddenly pull back and push his cock in, his sudden animalistic thrusts catching you off guard. The hand around your throat moved towards your face, gripping your cheeks to face him as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongues dancing and teeth colliding in a desperate attempt to match the pace of his thrusts. A throaty moan elicited from Gojo against your lips as you clenched around him again.

With his fingers barely giving your sensitive clit a break, your long awaited orgasm started approaching like a crashing wave as you felt a familiar coil in your abdomen. “I’m gonna cum, m’gonna–“

“Cum. Cum all over my cock.” Gojo urged in jagged, irregular breaths. You felt your throat muscles burn as you cried out in pleasure. Your long awaited orgasm washed over you, making you curl your toes as you creamed all over his cock.

Gojo’s thrusts decreased, giving you a chance to slow down your heart. You looked over your bare shoulder blade, about to ask why he didn’t cum yet, only to shriek once you felt the arms around your waist lift you, pulling you down behind with you on top of him – your back against his chest, his cock still inside of you. The sudden change in positions knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you know it, his hands reached the back of your thighs, pulling it closer to your chest and spread your legs further. Your eyes frantically widening in realisation, “Sato–oh!”

He began to fuck you from below, feet planted to support his weight. His knees bent and hips lifted as he thrusted harder with every second, you watched his cock disappear into and out of your cunt, his muffled groans against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Your eyes began to water at the overstimulation, Gojo’s hands gripping the back of your thighs so hard you thought he was close to cutting off your blood circulation. “Ngnh, ‘Toru—!” You sobbed out, “Please!” your cries and wails fell on deaf ears. You weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, whether for him to stop or to keep going – either way, you couldn’t get enough of him.

“One more – give me one more, peach.” Gojo grunted against your ear. Tears were streaming down your face at this point, your own hair strands sticking to the back of your neck with sweat. And then you felt it – fast stream jets of your juices involuntarily ejecting out of you right in front of your eyes as you squirted. The pornographic sounds of your squelching hole and skin slapping only made your chest hot at the lewdness of your state. “That’s it.” Gojo encouraged, “That’s my good girl.”

“Satoru,” You panted quietly, the pace of his thrusts remained unchanged as you felt him twitch inside of you. “Cum inside me, please.” your begging made his grip around you tighten, “Need to feel it, need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, don’t say that.” He breathed out, almost pleadingly. Moans of curses and your own name spilled from his beautiful lips and reached your ears as you felt spurts of his own hot cum fill you up to the brim, strings of his own semen escaping your hole and reaching your ass as it trickled down your thighs. Both of your mouths hung upon at the sensation that washed over your sweaty bodies.

Gojo released his grip on your knees, before reaching your face and tilting your head for a few pecks on your lips. Your chests heaving almost rhythmically as you panted tiredly against each other’s lips. He lifted you off his chest to slip his cock out, and just as expected, his own milky cum began to leak out of your hole. Laying you back on the couch as he slipped out from underneath you, you heard his footsteps trail away from you and into the kitchen, your ears barely registering the sound of him rummaging through your drawers as you felt your eyes begging you for a deep slumber.

Just as promised – he had in fact, fucked you until you cried.

Your eyes shot up at the sudden feeling of wetness on your inner thighs, seeing Gojo dressed back in his sweatpants with damp paper towels in his hand as he wiped you clean. His eyes met yours – giving you a small smile before focusing back on the task at hand. You licked your already swollen lips, too tired to notice that the shirt you’re about to grab from the floor and wear was actually Gojo’s – who’ve just finished cleaning you up before dumping the sticky tissues into a nearby bin.

You sat up on the edge of the couch, your feet planted on the carpet. Your mouth was dry and your legs were aching from how far and long he’s been spreading you open. You only gave Gojo a questionable look as you watched him grab your panties off the floor and shove it into his pocket. “A souvenir.” He comically answered your unspoken question with a grin. He then grabbed the two water bottles he previously placed on your coffee table, passing you one as you eagerly accepted it, the both of you taking large gulps to quench you thirst.

“So,” You heard him speak amusingly, but you were too busy making sure you swallow every last drop of water to wash up your dry throat. You looked back at him once you finished, exhaling in content. And although his body was covered in a layer of sweat and his hair was messily stuck to his forehead – he had that mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk, your living room light adorning his toned chest and figure as he stood in front of you. The rumours were true after all, he was an Adonis that sprung amongst the sea of men.

“Still think it’s a bad idea?”

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obsessed with that face tops make when they accidentally discover a weak spot of yours or a kink of yours through something they did. that little surprised face and then the WICKED grin and then they say some shit like “oh? so you like this? yeah?” and then they do it again??? it gets to me every time on god

Giggly sex where you say “you’re so good to me” as you laugh and it makes your partner growl and nip at your lip and when they pull back they say “let me show you how good”

lucifer and satan competing to give mc the most pleasure? don’t worry if you don’t want to write it! 💖

This got SUPER long bur hey at least it has a plot?

Warning: NSFW, threesome

Dance of Flirtation (LUCIFER X F!READER X SATAN)

You're no stranger to the Lucifer-Satan feud, though you tried to stay out of it. 

Over the year of seeing and being around the two, you became especially close with Satan, staying mostly away from Lucifer due to his intimidating nature. 

On this trip to the castle, your purpose is to attend one of Diavolo's almost monthly balls and though you had nothing against the Devil himself and knew most of the brothers very well, it was a hassle attending balls with an angry jokester, aka Satan, who kept you from any potential dance partners while he has the time of his life with God knows how many other people because he just happens to be *that* popular. Very hypocritical, Satan, very hypocritical. 

You loved him nonetheless though and let him drag you along. 

Of course, you can't show up with Satan and not look stunning. As soon as your feet crossed over the entrance, all eyes were on you. Your red dress was freely flowing around you, your white mask accommodating your facial features, make up, and hairstyle. Speaking of, your hair was elegantly put together in a low braided bun, accessorized with diamonds and just the right amount of rubies to match the dress. Your white gloved hand was holding onto Satan's arm, which he so kindly offered. He, too, was dressed elegantly. His black suit was decorated with emeralds across the chest area, his deep green ball mask and wild hair making him an easy eye catcher for anyone. 

As soon as you've greeted the guests closest to the door, a waltz started to play and Satan, being the dancer that he tries to hide from everyone, took the opportunity to steal your first dance. He'd always do this. Steal your firsts, that is. He was your first hug, your first kiss, your first time… your first everything. And you regret nothing. 

The song picked up, making you circle your partner and laughing at his smug face. It was a dance of flirtation, or so the blond called it. Waltz's were to impress his lady, to woo her, to make her his. And thus, with a spin, you changed partners. 

To your surprise, you found yourself being spun into the open arms of none other than Lucifer, a very well known strategist, a duellist, and so called “Prince of Darkness”. You have to yet actually converse with the man outside of chores and formalities, but he was quite the eye catcher, though not easily approachable. You remember Satan warning you of him, saying, “he's unpredictable, fast, skilled. Just stay away from him, or do you want to be fooled?” The smirk that followed was ignored for obvious reasons and so was the shiver sent down your spine. 

But now you were in his arms. The musicians changed the song a few moments ago, their skilled fingers slowing from a fast waltz to an apathetic melody that lovingly caressed your ears and set your soul at ease. Yet, the strong voice of Lucifer brought you back, “ I see you every day, yet it seems like you avoid me on purpose. Tell me, why?” 

Looking up into his fiery red eyes, you let yourself be spun around by him, before being brought back into his firm figure, the steady hand on the small of your back making it clear he wasn't going to let you go after this song. “I'm… I'm not avoiding you… just.. You're kind of scary, Lucifer.” You finally responded, deciding that it was best to tell the truth, toward the man in front of you. However, the smug grin that graced his face as soon as his name left your lips was very well noted and made you feel smaller than you actually were. “oh? So you know of me. Reputations can be deceiving, (Y/N). You'd be surprised what you can find out about me.”

“I know of you, exactly, and that's enough to keep me away.” you spat back, a smirk gracing your face this time. 

Lucifer did anything but back down now. You threw a challenge at him and he's starting to take a liking to you. Not only were you stunning to look at, but you also did not bore him to death, and so far, he liked that. “I see you learned your things from none other than Satan. Yet I hope he does not influence your thinking too much. I'd hate for you to believe his lies and ruin you.”

At that, he dipped you and the song again changed, a melody you did not recognize and therefore did not know where to put your feet. Lucifer seemed to notice and seemingly, without effort, danced with you across the dance floor; for some odd comprehension, you let him. Trusting him in that moment, trusting his hands for guidance, and body for protection. You dared look up at him and for the first time that night, noticed his strong features. His strong jaw, his hair which rested elegantly around his face, much like Satan's.

The determination and hint of humor in his eyes, the furrow in his brow, and the soft smile playing on his lips. You took notice of the strong arm that was wrapped around your waist, the warm hand pressing against your lower back while the other one was intertwined with yours. The way your feet seemed to move effortlessly with his, the perfect pair the two of your made. 

He, too, took note of you. The way your hair gently fell around your face, the style sharpening your face. The look of pure adoration, yet confidence in your eyes. Your body felt so nice pressed against his and it was amazing to know you trusted him enough to just move you, no clear destination; just gliding across the ballroom. 

All of this, however, did not go unnoticed. The guests started to clear the dance floor to make room for the two of you. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were whispering to each other from the first floor, saying “he never dances this much with the same person” and “has he just smiled?”, Both of them being completely stunned at what their friend is doing, so out of character. 

But Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are not the only ones to notice. Satan, too, has been watching the pair and he cannot help but feel a ping of jealousy when he sees the way Lucifer dances away with his partner. After all, he has come here with you, it is his arms you should reside in, he got the first dance, naturally, he had his eyes on you first, swearing he'd woo you before the end of the night.

Oh and he was doing so good. His jokes, his smile, his feather light touches on your soft skin luring you in deeper and deeper into his web of mischief, weren't it for that ratcatcher dancing with you now, he would have had you pressed up against him fully nude hours ago. Of course, the fact that his nemesis was dancing with the apple of his eye was nothing to hold him back and after downing his glass of wine, he wasted no minute to strut over to the pair.

Ironically, the music has just ended on a, in his opinion way too long, fermata, and allowed him to interrupt without causing too much of a scene. Yet. 

“My my Lucifer. Is this how you treat another man's mistress? Stealing? And here I thought you were a man of honor!” Satan dramatified, with a smile, and lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, just above where Lucifer's was still placed. The first born shot a death indulcing glance at the fourth born, warning him to not start anything at Diavolo's party. “Satan… whatever you talk of again. Last I knew, she has yet to be courted and if she so chooses to be, I doubt it would be with the likes of you.” Lucifer fired back, the annoyance evident in his tone. 

Satan laughed, too loud to be ignored by anyone around, “Lucifer..Lucifer…” he spoke, his other hand to creep up Lucifer's chest. The eldest did not appreciate the physical interaction shared between him and his brother. At all. And swiftly brushed his hand away with a smack. Again, Satan laughed as his eyes settled on him with a grin, swallowing his anger and covering it up with a playful tone “if anything, she had her eyes on me first.” It was true. You found Satan quite attractive. He was handsome, the Wild hair seemed to compliment his whole body, and the green eyes just accentuated his witty nature. His laugh was ridiculously contagious and his jokes, no matter how ridiculous, made your stomach hurt in the most wonderful ways. Even his anger was attractive. The gentle caresses shared between the two of you ever since your arrival in the Devildom were that of a hint of undenying physical attraction and you knew you had it bad, just as he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. But then you were, quite literally, spun into the arms of another man who's way too attractive for his own good. The mysterious, almost protective aura around him pulled you closer, emotionally, and it was no secret that charisma and charm were attracting you physically. 

“pause with your nonsense, Satan. Empty promises are not what this girl needs in her life.” The demon was obviously getting agitated by the blond's bizarre behavior and weren't it for the fact that this was Diavolo's party, he wouldve shut him up long ago. 

“Then why not let the girl decide?” The blind smirked, withdrawing his arm from around your waist only to cross it over his chest. His smirk remained as his head cocked to the side to look at you. “Well?”

Being thrown completely off guard, you  let your hands fall from Lucifer and thought for a moment. Either you stay on the spot and have the most embarrassing meltdown of your  life at Diavolo's party surrounded by people you hardly know, or you turn  on your heel right now and walk some other way. “No… you cannot just put me on the spot like that!” You decided on option two and politely bowed to the eldest and your best friend, “I thank you for the dances, Satan, Lucifer, but I'm not going to be in the middle of this.” you spoke, before turning on your heel and walking some unknown way, away from the main party. Granted, that wasn't the smartest idea. You had no idea about the lay out of the Castle and ended up in a seemingly random hallway, somewhere close yet far enough away from the main event. 

Leaning against the all, you let out a breath you didn't know you held. How could they put you on the spot like that? Even more so, how could two enticing young men be fighting for your attention at once? It was too much. You were used to some attention,but you weren't used to one of them coming up and indirectly challenging the other. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by none other than the blond's leaning against the wall merely inches from your being, “or I could just show you who you should leave with, (Y/N). “ You didn't need to look at him to recognize his teasing, but you looked up at him nonetheless. A sudden surge of confidence came back through you and you stood tall, proud, in front of the man, looking directly into his eyes. “and how are you planning on doing so, Satan?” You challenged. This made his smirk only grow wider as he pushed off the wall and nearly closed the space between your bodies. “well,” he spoke, raising his hands to get rid of the bothersome mask still covering his eyes, “I could always do this.” For a moment, you seemed to question what he meant but the look of utter confusion left you as soon as you felt his soft lips on yours and a gentle hand caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered close and you could not help but lean into him, one of your hands making its way up his chest and softly gripping the material of his ball outfit. A second hand pulled you flush against him, bodies touching, and you could feel the heat of his form on yours. 

You did not know when, but the next thing you knew were your tongues dancing a waltz of their own, hand still firm on your back to keep you against him, to keep you close as possible. It felt magical, it felt good, it felt right. You could tell by the way his tongue danced with yours that he was more than experienced and more than capable of making all your desires come true.

However, the fairytale moment lasted not too long, for another hand grabbed your shoulder from behind and you were pulled abruptly against a strong chest. Again, there was a hand sneaking around your waist to hold you in place. Judging by the outfit, or more so what you could view of it, you knew it to be Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, coming to catch his prey. “Getting ahead of yourself, are you, Satan?” The man growled. It was low, and way too close to your ear to not do something to your body. 

You turned in his embrace to look at the other man and he simply smirked down at you, “my turn, love.” Was all he said before you found his lips on yours. The kiss was hard and full of passion, unlike Satan's which had been strong but playful. 

It was clear that Lucifer wasted no time in taking control of the situation, taking control of all yourself, holding you firm in place, telling your lips secrets which only the two of you would know. That was, at least, until you felt your hair being pushed away from your neck and soft kisses being plastered around your neck line. Soft kisses that send shivers down your spine and added with the soft touches of the younger man's hands, made your knees weak. 

Leaning back against Satan's figure, you broke the kiss with Lucifer to turn your head and capture Satan's lips in a heat enticing kiss, something that Lucifer took note of as he, surprisingly gently, Led the two into a nearby guest room. 

Before you knew it, you were laid on a bed, with two rather ravishing young men on either side of you. Satan, in the meantime had left your lips and took time to decorate your shoulders and chest with love bites. Your hand Tangled in his hair, creating an even wilder mess than twas before, all the while Lucifer had you pinned beneath him, introducing another battle of tongues with yours. As your hands found both of the men's chests, Satan released his mouth from your soft skin with a final kiss, only to unbutton and remove his top. You broke the kiss with Lucifer once more to turn your head and look at the blond.

His lips were swollen from the earlier make-out, his hair was even messier than usual thanks to your hand that ever so gently caressed and tugged through it, the shirt that once adorned his body was thrown carelessly somewhere in the room. Your sight travelled further south where the dent of his half hardened cock could be seen through his pants. Unknowingly licking your lips at the sight in front of you, you sat up to undo the silk laces of your dress in the back, only to find the older older already working on it, “trust me, dear, I found it just as annoying as you,” you could feel his hot breath on your neck, all the while skilled fingers fondled through the the lace of your dress and had undone it in no time.

You turned your head once more to catch Lucifer's face with the palm of your hand, admiring him from top to bottom. He, too, took his dress shirt off and was now kneeling in front of you half naked. You could not decide which man was more attractive; the raven haired gently caressing your breast and working on your undergarments as your hands fondled with the front of his pants, or the blonde, who had found the time to throw off the rest of his clothes and was now sitting in between your legs in all his naked glory all the while his soft lips left a trail of pecks up your thighs. 

Lust overcame you and you quickly undid the rest of the fiery eldest's clothes and threw them on the growing pile. The surprise of his size was even bigger now that you saw it in its full glory, his cock standing proudly against his lower  stomach. Lucifer smirked and captured your lips in another heated kiss, nippling and biting your bottom lip which caused a surprise gasp from you. The sudden flick of a tongue on your most private area made you all but moan into Lucifer's mouth, sending a signal straight to his lower region. Satan lowly moaned, loving the noises you made for him. He was determined to make you squirm. 

The demon's tongue found your wet folds and took a long lick up until reaching your clit. Pressing a kiss to the pink bud, he all but wrapped his mouth around it and sucked gently, earning a loud moan from you and your head being thrown back on the pillow. “Tell me, who makes you feel good, kitten?" You could hear the mockery in Satan's voice, but you did not care. 

Your hand found Lucifer's proud erection and gripped it tightly, earning a growl from him. “You… Satan..” you breathed out, loving the feeling of his tongue drawing patterns on your damp heat. Your hand skillfully followed Satan's tongue's rhythm, earning heavy breathing from Lucifer. The work your hand was doing on him felt better than what he had done to himself. The firm grip, the long strokes, it was thoroughly enticing. Although, if you're going to talk so good of the other, he needs to shove it down your throat to shut you up.

Satan could feel the need to have his cock touched, sucked, wrapped up, something. Friction. He needed friction. As much as he loved making you feel good with his tongue, he needed more. 

Adding a finger between your wet folds and into your dripping hole, he adored the sight he got. Your back arched into his finger, making it known that you needed it as much as he needed you. 

Your sexual desire was starting to overcome you and the need for dick became almost unbearable. 

Leaning closer the eldest, you grabbed his dick even tighter, pumping him faster as you placed a kiss to the tip of his erection. Lucifer's eyes shot down to you. His hand got tangled in your hair and gently pushed your head closer to his throbbing cock “suck.” It wasn't a question, it was a demand, which you happily obliged. Your mouth wrapped around his shaft, tongue swirling around his top. 

Lucifer's groans mixed with yours went straight to Satan's cock and made it unbearable to be anywhere but inside you. With a kiss to your inner thigh, he withdrew from your heat and slid up, placing kisses along your body as he did so until the head of his dick matched with the entrance to your heat. “I'll make you feel so good you know nothing but my name” was the last promise he whispered into your ear before pushing himself inside of you. 

You moaned around Lucifer's cock, sending shivers down both men's backs and signals to both their aching erections. Bucking his hips, Lucifer started to push your mouth further on him, no longer being able to handle the teasing on just his head, “just like that… little one.” He moaned out when you had all of him in you, surprisingly. His hand ended caressing your hair, encouraging you to keep doing what you're doing to him. 

Satan was getting lost inside of you. His thrusts started out slow and steady, but the louder you moaned, the faster he went. His dick was aching for him to pick up the pace, to fuck you into the mattress all the while watching Lucifer's cum roll out of your mouth and he, again, was determined to get there. 

“H-harder… Satan..!” You moaned out, pulling away from Lucifer's cock for a moment to get out your plea. But he just growled and pushed you back on it. Your tongue ran up Lucifer's shaft and teased his head once more, licking the precum from it before taking him all in your mouth again. The man shuddered, being overwhelmed by the pleasure just your tongue gave him. “(Y/N)…” was all the man could groan out before gripping your hair once more and taking control by fucking your mouth. 

Satan watched him and he threw his head back in a laugh, thrusting particularly hard and hitting just the right spot for you, sending you arching and all but grabbing onto Lucifer's cock with your mouth, a loud moan vibrating through his shaft which almost sent him over the edge. The blonde knew, of course, and hit that spot a few more times. Lucifer's hand found its way between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb, determined to make you orgasm, something he himself did shortly after another vibration was sent through his cock by you, thanks to his skillful fingers. Gripping your hair and pushing your head down on him, Lucifer came, hard, down your throat, fucking his ejaculation into your mouth until he knew he was empty and watched your lips pop off of him with a 'pop’. 

Satan watched the whole scene and his cock twitched in acknowledgement. Knowing he himself was close, he once again picked up his spit. Thrusts getting sloppy. Lucifer's thumb rubbing your clit furiously, he knew the both of you were close. “Cum for me” he ordered, his hair falling around his face as he captured your lips in another heated kiss. “S-Satan..!” Was all you could manage before you came, your walls clenching around his dick, and with a final hard thrust, he, too, came, throwing his head back and moaning out loud. 

Both men collapsed beside, Lucifer leaning back on the mattress and wrapping a protective arm around you while Satan pulled out and let himself fall on top of you. Laughing, the younger man lifted his head to look at his fellow mates, “why, that was unexpected. I hate to admit it but we both got what we want.” 

Lucifer grunted, almost laughing at the idea had it not been so satisfying, “I hate to say this, especially since it comes from you, but I agree.” 

You looked at the two men, still breathing heavy from the prior events. “I can honestly say, I have never had two men fight for my attention, but if this is the outcome, you two can fight for it anytime.” You laughed out, earning a chuckle from Satan, and getting an eye roll from Lucifer, who knew that this 'fight’ with Satan over your attention was far from over. 

“So what do you say, Prince of Darkness, round two? Of course, You can always watch me instead. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two” Satan said, smirking at the older man. Lucifer shot a glare at the man and propped himself up proudly “in your dreams, you foul rat. I had her first.” He growled out and moved closer to you. 

Satan accepted the challenge and captured your lips in another hypnotizing kiss. 

It didn't end after two rounds. 

It's been two weeks and they're still at it, fighting for your attention.

Though you don't mind. ;) 

shoutout to all the people who read and consume nsfw instead of fluff because the intimacy of being loved gently is scarier than sex 🙏🏽

everyone always wants aizawa to tie them up with his capture weapon but i’d rather him slap my ass with it until it’s RED. then proceed to bend me over his desk to fuck me with that prof. dick 😫

I imagine that the capture scarf leaves just as much of a sting as a good piece of leather would. If you misbehave in his lecture? You’ll end up bent over his desk, skirt hitched up to show of the swell of your ass. Your panties are already gone and tucked away in his pocket.

He’s not going to lay into you right away, no. He’s going to tease you with his weapon of choice, he’s going to trail it softly along your ass and thighs--making you feel how soft the material actually is. The first swat is going to catch you off guard and that’s exactly what he wanted.

He’s also going to make you count each one for him. If you lose track because your head is fogged over with desire and endorphins? “Now we have to start over, kitty, what a shame we were almost through here.”

Your poor ass is going to be criss-crossed with red welts just a bit wider than a belt would leave, the first ones already puffing up as he runs his calloused fingers gently over them--both soothing and irritating the skin further.

But your legs are shaking and your thighs are slick from the punishment, how could he not fuck you? Your so clearly in need of him. And you’re going to feel more small stings every time his hips smack into the curve of your red, sore ass but you’ll love every god damn second of it because you’re his good little kitty.

thinking about shigaraki cumming in his pants while dry humping because he’s desperate and horny

i spend hours daydreaming about fictional things in bed so i can have the energy to get up and daydream about fictional things for the rest of the day