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omg hi chu can i request on the scarlet witch baby. toji finding out baby fushiguro has a bf ofc knowing mikey is a gang leader asking if hes strong and telling mikey to spar with him? it's okay if u don't want to :)

sano manjiro meets scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader's biological father

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible manga/anime spoilers for jjk, mentions of violence and mentions of scarlet witch's power

omg hi nini, thank you so much for requesting! this is the first time i got a jjk x tokyorev request in a long while, i missed writing for this crossover sm :D ok enough me rambling, happy reading <3 (sorry it took a while to get written down 😭)

sano manjiro, your boyfriend, has learned about your powers as a chaos sorceress or witch, one of which was your capability to ressurect people by transferring their souls that hadn't passed on to the next life yet to bodies you have created. mikey, being mikey, was not that surprised when you told him that you brought your biological father back to life. what surprised him the most, though, was your father's weird request; fushiguro toji wanted to fight him.

when toji learned from gojo about your boyfriend, he was kind of desperate to meet mikey. he hasn't been able to be with his biological daughter, and he comes back to life to find out you're now a teenager and you're dating, meaning toji had a lot to catch up on, especially with the fact that your boyfriend is a gang leader.

you were the one who was nervous instead of mikey. you recalled gojo's first impression and instant disapproval of mikey when he and the others met him. toji might do the same. from the moment he learned about your boyfriend, he hasn't stopped asking you questions. toji wanted to know and meet the guy that his precious baby had fallen for.

what was your boyfriend like?

is he really a gang leader?

how did you two meet?

mikey was unfazed by the tall, muscular man standing behind you when the two finally met in person. the two of them exchanged greetings and handshakes, toji immediately started asking questions, but not before mikey greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and an embrace.

"you must be manjiro, huh?" toji's analytical eyes looked at the short blonde from head to toe. "[name]'s boyfriend."

"you can call me, mikey, sir." mikey smiled at him, glancing up at him in return.

"so, i've heard you're a gang leader." toji began, folding his arms across his chest. "people call you, the invincible mikey."

"yes, i'm the leader of the tokyo manji gang." mikey simply hummed, nodding his head at toji.

"hmm, are you strong?" toji raised a brow, his tone of voice was almost mocking mikey.

you watched your boyfriend stifle a fit of laughter and cheekily smiled at toji's question, still unfazed by him. "not to brag, but yes. more than capable of protecting [name]-chan over here." he gestured at you with his head.

"i like a guy who has spunk. you're pretty bold for a kid, or gang leader you could say." toji shrugged his shoulders, "on that note, i'd like to spar with you."

"you want to spar with me?" mikey questioned to confirm with a raised brow.

toji simply nodded with a grin plastered on his face. "you heard me, kid. i want you to fight me."

"but.. but, dad!" you cried out in attempt to persuade him, but toji simply ruffled your hair.

"don't worry angel, i'll go easy on him." toji said in reassurance, as if that comforted you at all. your biological dad is about to beat up your boyfriend.

"please, don't. you have my full-consent, sir." of course, mikey is not the type to back down. if anything, he was pretty confident in himself. but you? you were deadass sweating bullets.

though both of them do not possess any cursed energies at all, toji has a heavenly restriction. he was capable of pummeling curses just as he was capable of beating up people. toji wasn't called the sorcerer killer during his prime for nothing. on the other hand, you've seen mikey fight before. sure, your boyfriend was quite the prodigy in martial arts, but this toji is what we were talking about. they were still two different worlds.

"can't the three of us just have coffee and dorayaki?"

"we'll do that after, [name]. if your boyfriend survives, that is."

no matter what you did, your biological father and boyfriend were persistent on sparring against each other. so, here you were, stressfully nibbling on your fingernails as you stood from the side, repeatedly exchanging glances at them. your heart dropped when mikey lunged towards toji, flitting his leg upwards for a high roundhouse kick to the temple at blinding speed but as expected, toji was able to block with a simple raised fist.

toji reacted shortly afterward, delivering a series of jabs and hooks which mikey was able to maneuver and evade almost effortlessly, all the while using his legs to retaliate and fight back. your father was stunned. sano manjiro possessed a prodigious physical condition for his age. not only was he capable of launching devastating "nuclear" kicks that could crush cars and deliver instant KOs to enemies, he had lightning fast reflexes too.

the next scene that took place had your jaw dropping. toji and mikey were now fighting in a blur.

what the fuck was going on?! you thought to yourself.

even with your keen eyes, you barely caught up with the exchange of fists and kicks. you were more impressed with mikey, however. you've seen him fight taller and stronger delinquents before, but seeing him go head-to-head against your father was another whole level. you never knew your boyfriend had such fighting prowess. maybe it was just toji going easy on him, but the troubled look on his face says otherwise. your father wasn't holding back.

after what seemed like hours, you forcefully stopped the heated fight between them with your chaos magic since you couldn't stand it anymore. toji and mikey started to get too personal, and you weren't letting either of them get their faces clawed or bones broken. mikey was starting to act like the gang leader that he was and toji was fighting like he was going to kill him. their thoughts were starting to flood and get through your head from how loud they were getting.

fortunately, there weren't any passerbys to witness your red psionics when you put them into play.

"alright, that's quite enough! no more reckless fighting! you two!" you scolded your father and boyfriend with a small glare. the two of them stared at your chaos magic with wonderstruck look as it dissipated into thin air.

"sorry, [name]-chan." mikey first apologized. the terrifying charisma of a delinquent and gang leader had disappeared from mikey and subsided back into a normal, playful, and childish aura instead. "i got lost in the heat of the fight. i have never faced someone like your father before."

"you earned my respect, kid." toji peered down at your boyfriend, finally acknowledging him with a grin and a pat on the head. "you're not too bad yourself."

"you guys were about to kill each other, please don't do that ever again!" you sighed sharply, shaking your head.

both toji and mikey uttered in unison, "me? kill your father? never!" "me? kill your boyfriend? never!"

"oh, yeah? your thoughts says otherwise. i'm not the scarlet witch for nothing." you placed a hand on her hip, pointing at your temple and released a small wisp of red psionics for a brief second.

"i'm just making sure that you boyfriend is true to his words." toji reasoned with you, "what's a guy if he can't protect his girlfriend, huh?"

"i don't need protecting, i can handle myself just fine! gosh, you're just like daddy (gojo). stop babying meee." you whined, causing toji to chuckle and mikey to ruffle your hair affectionately.

"you might be your dad's baby, but you're my baby too. curses, sorcerers or not, i'll always protect you [name]." mikey pulled you to his side, draping an arm around you before pressing a kiss on your temple which made you giggle and smile.

"heh, you're really all grown-up [name]." toji stared at you with a long sigh, shaking his head. "you really take after your mother too. it's always the good girls falling for the bad boys."

"bad boys with a good heart that is." you snickered at toji's comment which made mikey grin as well.

"alright, alright. enough with the sappy moment. let's go to a café you lovebirds, and get some dorayaki and coffee." toji shook his head at the two of you, throwing his thumb behind him. "sounds good?"

"mhm!" you nodded happily as mikey nodded his head excitedly, a bit too excited at the fact there was going to be dorayaki.

you walked side by side with mikey, your hands intertwined with his. toji walked from behind, watching how your and mikey's eyes were filled with so much love and happiness for one another.

it almost made him jealous, but he was just as happy as you are. toji was glad that you found someone who treats you well and gives you the love you deserve. just like what yoji mentioned earlier, you really do take after your mother. you look just like her, you act just like her, and you've even fallen for someone who's a "bad boy".

not to be a total slut but I would love to be toji fushiguro's housewife. love to just stay at home and keep his house in order and watch over baby 'gumi. every morning you would wake up and make breakfast for the three of you, grabbing megumi when he wakes up cause toji is such a hard-working dad that he needs as much sleep as he can get. and when he'd come down for breakfast, hair all mussed and messy, voice low and sleepy, ughhh he would come up and give 'gumi a kiss on the forehead with a soft morning champ before coming over to you. he'd grab your ass under the oversized shirt of his you wore, the other hand gripping your hip as he pulls you against his strong body. a kiss to your shoulder, then cheek before you turn your head and allow him to give you a morning kiss. uggghhhh it'd be so slow and passionate, his tongue slipping past your lips and curling against yours. toji would groan into your mouth, pushing his hips into you so you feel his hardening cock, feel just what you did to him. how you'd love for him to pull your panties down and slip into you, fucking you against the counter with his hands in your hair or on your hips, your own gripping the stone knuckles turning white as you desperately tried not to fall apart on him. brrrr anyway, megs is in the high chair behind y'all so that's not happening for a while but to wake up every morning, next to the roughed up sorcerer killer seeing his scared and bruised skin glowing in the early morning light and knowing just how violent and he was vicious but none of that came through when he was with you or megumi. how you wouldn't have been able to tell he killed for a living from the way he held onto his son, so delicately as if the boy would break if toji held him a bit too hard. ughhhhh please, i just wanna be toji's wife and have his babies. pls

Sukuna and Aizawa have the same VA.

#𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀.

—cw: gn!reader, threesome, blowjob, gagging, doggy style.

— Send me the characters who have the same voice actor and I'll cook a lil smtg.

It's the fact that both of them are so strict with you. Have you crying and all, begging to be gentle. But you know they won't.

Sukuna had you firm, hitting it from behind, his ring tattooed left hand pushing you down where you were gagging on Shota's cock.

"Don't be so rough with her," the black haired man spoke up.

"But you enjoy it, don't you?" Sukuna smirked as usual.

Aizawa rubbed his thumb on your chin that had the mixture of his precum and your saliva trailing down. He gently gathered it and shoved it back in your mouth. Poor you. Greedy you. Couldn't help but suck on his thumb. Eyebrows frowned because how deep Sukuna's cock was in you. He was sure giving Shota a show of your amazing expressions.

Fushiguro family based on an adorable dad prank video seen on twitter this week 🎈 don't mind me making this an AU so I can include Tsumiki and real puppies in the family 🥺

SWEET LIKE HONEY — MASTERLIST.

【 started 】 — july 3, 2021.

【 finished 】 — ????

【 status 】— ongoing.

【 blurb 】 — "It’s your smell — your honey-like smell. Intoxicating from beginning to end, the first time he breathes it in, he can’t help but get addicted. And now, he doesn’t just yearn for your sweet scent — he craves for you."

【 pairing 】— tanjiro kamado x reader.

【 playlist 】 — SIDE A - him (comment: the songs in the playlist depict tanjiro's perspective. it is not my intention to romanticize the situation.) ; SIDE B - her [ under construction ]

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【 warnings 】 — yandere themes, toxicity, gore, manipulation, smut, delusional thoughts, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior. All characters are aged up.

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01. CHAPTER 1 - released on 07-14-2021.

02. CHAPTER 2 - released on 08-02-2021.

03. CHAPTER 3 - in progress.

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Neighbor

T. Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji's pretty neighbor has asked him to do her a favor, and he complies because who is he to say no?

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (M. Receiving), Creampie, Infidelity

“Mr. Fushiguro.” You knock on the door of his home, hoping for a response. You needed his help and he told you he knew about plumping. His son was home usually by this time of the day so you weren’t worried about disturbing the little guy’s peace.

The door opens and he’s standing there, wearing a tight black shirt and some sweatpants. He smirks as he sees you in your pretty yellow sundress that was maybe a size too small for you since your tits were nearly falling out. He greets you. “Good morning Mrs. Sasaki, how can I help you this fine morning?”

“I know it’s so early and I’m sorry but my husband is out right now and I was wondering if you could help me with my pipes? You used to be a plumber, right?” You ask in a sweet tone, one that always gets you what you want. “My husband is out of town and I don’t have the phone number for the plumber.”

“Right, sweetheart. I’ll be over in a couple of minutes.” He responds and you thank him before walking away, back to your home. You look as innocent as ever as you enter your own home, ready to receive the neighbor who’s planning on helping you out.

A couple of minutes later, he knocks on the door but there is no response. He knocks again, and yet again doesn’t receive a response. The door is open though, so he welcomes himself in. There he hears the shower running, and he thought how weird you must be for deciding to take a shower right in the middle of the day, knowing that her neighbor was coming over and with the door unlocked.

You never even told him where the problem was, but apparently it wasn’t in the bathroom. Toji remained oblivious until he put two and two together. So he goes where he hears the water coming from, and there it was the master bathroom with the door unlocked. Steam was already fogging up the mirror.

“Mrs. Sasaki?” He calls out, and you turn off the faucet. He sees your hand reach out and grab a towel. You open the shower curtain as you dry yourself off, no shame whatsoever

“Mr. Fushiguro, I’m so sorry I just got so hot and-” You excuse yourself as you wrap the towel around your body. He just looks at you, amused. He begins to walk toward you to meet you halfway there.

“You shouldn’t excuse yourself, honey. And you certainly don’t have to lie to me, I’m not as dumb as I look.” He responds as one hand goes to your waist while the other to the back of your head.

“You should have noticed my advances since day one, then.” You tell him before closing the tiny amount of distance between you, putting your lips on his. It begins as a hungry kiss since the both of you are touch-deprived, or have wanted this for a long time. A combination of both.

He tugs on the towel which makes it fall down to the floor. He pulls away from your lips and goes down to your neck. He doesn’t suck, he just leaves a trail of kisses. You get impatient, your hands traveling down to the hem of his shirt and you attempt to pull it up.

He pulls away again and takes off his shirt and pulls down his sweatpants along with his boxers. He was big, at least bigger than your husband. You get on your knees and pump his cock a couple of times before licking the tip and getting his salty precum on your tongue.

You wrap your mouth around most of his length since you knew if you took it all you’d end up gagging. He was too big, so instead you brought your hands up and began to stroke the parts that were left out. You look up at him to watch how his head is thrown back and his mouth is parted.

“S’ good.” He moans. It takes him by surprise when you take everything into your mouth, and you do gag but you’d do it to satisfy him. You might as well give him a great time after lying to his face. He looks down at you with a smile on his face. “What a good girl, aren’t ya princess?”

Drool went down your lips as you continue gagging on his dick. One hand goes up and plays with his balls while you continue moving your mouth along his shaft.

He groans and he gets louder as he nears his release. He ends up releasing his hot cum inside your mouth, the salty fluid hitting the back of your throat. You take his cock out of your mouth and there’s so much cum that some falls down your chin. “That was so good, princess.”

You stand up and he grabs his thumb and collects the tiny bit. He presses his thumb against your bottom lip and you open your mouth. He inserts his thumb and puts it so far back you gag. He’s amused by this.

When he takes his thumb out, he flips you over and bends you over the sink. He runs a finger through your folds, gathering your slick. “You’re so wet, princess.”

“Fuck me, please.” You beg as you feel him teasing you. He just runs his finger down your cunt without even inserting a finger.

“You’re so cute.” He replies. He then fulfills your wishes as he aligns himself up with your entrance. Without a warning he plunges himself into you, causing you to gasp at his size.

“S’ big.” You say. He begins to move slowly, remembering that he can’t be so harsh on you. He has no idea when your husband is coming back. He didn’t want you limping and your husband asking why you were walking weird.

“You’re so good for me, princess.” He praises as he picks up speed. He was surprised with how great you were handling him. You met his thrusts halfway, which made the sound of your skin and his slapping together so much louder. “Who would’ve thought you of all people, would be unfaithful to her husband?”

“Fuck, Toji!” You loudly moan, the amazing feeling of him filling you up being the only thought in your mind. He’s also moaning, your tight pussy wrapped around him was so euphoric.

Heaven knows how many times he touched himself to the idea of this happening. The idea of his hot neighbor coming to him for some help and then ending up getting pumped full of his cum was a dream he had for a week straight.

His hand goes under and he begins to play with your clit. You shut your eyes, trying to handle everything. It was just so much.

“I’m going to-” You tell him, and he picks up even more speed. You were wondering how you'd walk the next day, but that was a problem for tomorrow, not today. You see white and your legs quiver as you come around his cock.

He continues at the same speed. You notice how his thrusts slowly become sloppy and you know how close he is. But you don’t bother telling him to pull out.

He finishes inside you and stays still for a minute or so before pulling his cock out. He turns you around and begins to kiss you again.

He bites your bottom lip before pulling away. “You want more?”

“Please, more.” You answer.

“I’ll give you more and more until you beg me to stop.”

-

“Megumi, hurry up!” Toji yells at his son. For some reason he can’t find his other sneaker. Toji helps him look for the shoe. When Megumi came back, as he sat down on the floor to put his shoes on, Toji thought to remind him. “Alright, remember we’re meeting a baby so you have to behave well.”

“I know.” Megumi responds. When Megumi finishes, Toji grabs his hand and they begin to walk next door to the little family. He knocks on the door, and your husband opens the door and welcomes them in.

You’re on the couch, holding the baby in your arms. You coo at the baby as the three walk over to you. You greet little Megumi, not the same way as before because your hands were occupied so you couldn’t hug him. Toji just smiles at you and you smile back.

“Here’s our baby boy.” Your husband speaks and they both look down at the baby. “He’s our biggest blessing. I really thought I couldn’t have children but I was proved wrong.”

“Really? He looks just like you.” Toji comments as he looks into the baby’s green eyes. The same as Toji’s. “He really looks just like his daddy.”

The worst part of all was that your little one-time-thing with Toji turned out to happen so many other times.

Adult Tanjiro, who wants a big family, so he will keep pumping you full with his cum, praising you for taking it so well and being 'such a good girl'. Especially when he tucks his cum back in your quivering hole.

h-he would....

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Tanjiro's dream had always been a life with you, and it did come true. Days didn't pass without him thinking about waking up next to you, bringing you breakfast, holding your hand — hell, he is so in love.

Now that you have been together for some time, gone through a lot of time and events, dreams and projects, you both were ready for the next step:

A family. Tanjiro's next biggest dream after you. Even better, a family with you.

The mother of his future children lies now underneath him, legs spread wide open but wrapped tight around his waist. Sweat, moans, whimpers. Sweet nothings and praises.

Tanjiro's big fat dick fills you completely; while it's gentle and tender, it's also rough and feral. You can feel the head of his cock bumping over and over again against your sweet, soft spot. Every time he does, you moan: his name rolling down your lips is his ambrosia.

The way he fucks you is sinful. But, how can you be so beautiful? He wants to keep going, you make him keep on fucking you. And now he's at it, your pussy squelches for him, your slick goes bubbly as he buries his dick into you. His hips snap at your skin but somehow, amidst all the pleasure rave, he's still careful. Careful enough to not hurt you.

"We're going to have a big family..." He lets out, a thumb caresses your arm which is close by as you're enveloped in him.

Lifting that very same hand, he rests his weight on his other forearm, continuing to fuck you good, like you deserve. Meanwhile the other hand, calloused yet so roughly gentle, now rests on your breast; your nipples perk up and harden as the roughness of his thumb massages it, applying just a little pressure so that is rubbing against the side of his index.

He loves the noises you make, he is enamoured. "Like that?" He breathes out the ask, speeding up just a little but without neglecting the depth with which his cock reaches into you.

Right then is when feels you clench when he hits your spot once more; a choked, desperate "right there!" followed by an "I'm so close—" plus the glossy look in your eyes bring out a smile in his lips.

Tanjiro's teeth grit. He can't keep his composure anymore. "Y-You feel so good, bunny... S-So good..."

Yes, your pussy is driving him insane. Quivering, clenching and sucking him in. Warm, wet and just shaped for him. The scent that hits his nostrils just makes it worse; he knows you're close. In fact, closer than ever. It makes him moan out loud, his eyes roll briefly to the back of his head. His abs contract again as he hits your cervix and keeps on hitting it. He's just eager to fill you up, to give you his kids, to make his biggest yearn true once and for all.

"I can't hold it much longer—" At this point he struggles to speak because, far from being selfish, Tanjiro always prioritizes you. But, on the other hand, the need to cum is stronger than ever. It's painted all over his face, his gorgeous, sweat coated face, which glistens with the dim of the light.

"Tanjiro, T-Tanji—" You call out, "So close, baby, 'm gonna cum!"

"Y-You are?" He asks, and a loud cry of yes! comes from you as your back arches. His gaze comes to meet your breasts, jiggling in sync with his pace. He's losing it, he imagines how swollen they will be when you finally carry his children, how beautiful they will look resting on your large stomach as you help make his dream of living a forever with you come true forever. He's drooling at the thought.

God, he needs to fill you up.

"I wanna... I wanna give you... give you m-my children..." His eyes half lidded, squinting just a little, meet your gaze. His thrusts have turned sloppy, but his dick keeps its delicious friction against your sensitive, velvety, tight and palpitating walls the same.

"Please! P-please! Fill me up, c-cum inside—"

Your request is instantly heard; his cock not only does stir, but it also palpitates. You can feel it go stiff, but he doesn't stop. Your name leaves his lips over and over again. Along with it, a promise to make you feel good, to fill you up completely, to give you his children and have a big family with you.

You don't need to hear it, you know. It's not like you can, though: lost in your own pleasure, you feel like you're ascending. The knot in your abdomen gets tighter, your clit vibrates so much and you keep on contracting around his cock.

"I-I'm cumming!" His forehead comes to rest against yours, his eyes shut close and his cock spits the first spurts of cum as he moans. You grip the sheets, your orgasm following right away.

Huffing and panting fills the room. But Tanjiro doesn't stop fucking you. He lifts his head and his upper half, and his crimson gaze travels to meet the point where his cock is still buried inside you, noticing how a little of his cum —mixed with your juices— is sliding out of your pussy.

Your walls are still aching with your orgasm, and this can only add to your sensitiveness. A whimper escapes your lips, and your tears fill your eyes as, with every thrust, your walls tingle with an almost unbearable pleasure.

When he looks up, he notices this. In reassurance, his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss, a kiss that makes you sigh and melt into it, wrap your arms around his neck. Your whimpers make him feel like he's going far, so he stops, but he doesn't pull out.

"Such a good girl..." He praises you, his fingers come to brush a strand of your gorgeous hair away from your sweaty face, "You took me so well."

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ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

06. kamo choso

the precious big brother who only wants to have his little brothers all safe and sound

Chapter Index & Synopsis

warning: will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu shows (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as rumors from doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned. been real busy with school even if it's just my first week so this is unbeta-ed and may contain typos/grammatical errors. still, hope you enjoy!

(word count: 5,605)

(previous chapter)

"Can we see you do your wiggly-woos? Pretty pleaaaaase?"

This was his third time asking you today (and probably the hundredth time ever since you'd disclosed your powers). You rolled your eyes, "No. You'll just distract me, Satoru. And I need all the concentration I can get to remove the curse on Tsumiki-san."

With that, you shut the door in his face.

"But the wiggly-woos..." the blindfolded man pouted, pointing at a certain duo. "... Why is it that only those two can see it?" (By those two, he meant a still-awkward Suguru and a smug-looking Toji who were amongst those outside the room).

Nanami, who had grown tired of his constant whining, smacked his head and dragged him to a chair by the windows, where a napping Yuuji was seated. "Sit down, you idiot. Let her work in peace."

"Aww... and why can Megumi-chan stay in the room while I can't!?"

"That's because Megumi-kun's more behaved than you and won't keep pestering me!" you shouted from the other side of the door.

"..."

Silence. Finally.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

An anxious Megumi paced around the room, glancing at his comatose sister every once in a while. You hadn't done anything yet—and he's never seen your powers—but the first thing you did was place your hands on his shoulders, stopping him and assuring him.

"Megumi," you started, smiling at him. "Keep your thoughts down, m'kay? They're... getting kind of noisy in here and I can't help but hear it." You tapped your temples.

He averted his eyes guiltily, aware of your weird telepathic abilities, "... Sorry."

"Don't be, I understand why you're feeling this way." You patted his surprisingly soft hair, positioning yourself on Tsumiki's bedside. "Besides, she's your sister. I get it."

"..."

Noting that his brain and his mouth had gotten silent, you were about to begin extracting and breaking the curse when Megumi spoke again.

"You had a sister, too?"

You paused.

For five seconds, you paused. Numerous memories came rushing back to you. And then you slowly shook your head, a fond smile on your face as nostalgia came over you. "Maki-chan and Mai-chan... they're twins, hm?"

He blinked, not understanding, "Y-Yeah."

"I'm a twin," you quietly shared, staring at your wrinkled hands, stretching the fingers out. "I had a brother."

Had. That was the sole word Megumi noted. And with that look in your eyes, he could tell that your brother most likely had passed already. You had a brother. You were a twin.

"Ah."

You glanced at him, changing the mood, "Don't worry, Megumi-kun. You won't be losing Tsumiki-chan anytime soon while I'm here. I'll save her."

And you did.

Megumi watched with wide, fascinated eyes as wispy tendrils of crimson and black emerged from your curved fingers, entering his sister's temples. Slowly, but surely, that mark on her forehead dissipated. By the fifteenth minute of whatever magic you were doing, the cursed mark had completely vanished.

Within thirty minutes, Tsumiki had opened her eyes.

Megumi had never been more thankful to someone in his life. But for a moment, he saw the look in your eyes when he reunited with his sister. It was all joy and goodwill, only with the barest hint of melancholy.

The only other person who noticed it as you retreated into a corner of the room was Nanami. He wondered why you had that same weary look you wore when he spent dinner with you all those years ago, but didn't question it. Maybe Geto and Toji noticed, too—at home, you'd have brief bouts of strange sadness sometimes, yet they would never last for more than a a few seconds.

Majority of the time, you were all smiles and a ball of sunshine who just loved what she was doing. They never knew. Perhaps they would have seen the extent of your grief if a cursed spirit could grow and attach to you.

Yet even you could not control their fear.

Only your own.

"Momma?" You were broken out of your thoughts as Yuuji, now awake, approached you. The others were a bit too preoccupied with Tsumiki's awakening. "Are you okay?"

You hummed, "What do you mean, darling?"

"You've been staring into space for like, ten minutes..." the pink-haired boy frowned, observing you carefully. "Was using the wiggly-woo magic too hard on you? Do you need to rest, Mom?"

You shook your head, catching a glimpse of the for once-smiling Megumi and his sister speaking. Gojo was with them, talking, and right behind Gojo was Toji—murmuring in a surprisingly soft voice to his stepdaughter.

Over the course of a few weeks, Megumi and Toji really did try to mend their... broken relationship. Now that Megumi knew what his dad had been—an assassin-for-hire—he could somewhat understand why he had to leave their family. It may have been selfish, but he realized that Toji may have done it for their safety, too. So they tried. They really did try to make things work.

Gojo and Geto—who was seated beside Nanami, also watching everything unfold—were also in the process of reconciling (you'd practically teleported them to the KFC where they broke up and made them stay there for one entire day). After everything that happened to him with Kenjaku, Suguru no longer had much of an aim in life like he did when he was alive. Killing all non-jujutsu sorcerers seemed to be out of the question now. Seeing your power with his very eyes—and you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer—made him realize that there were lots of powerful things out there he didn't know. Things that were out of his control.

Geto and Toji were content just tagging along with you, helping around in your shop and living a much more peaceful and rewarding life.

Finally, you answered Yuuji after a moment of thought and kissed his forehead, hugging him. "I'm okay as long as all of you are okay, sweetie."

"You sure?"

"One hundred percent."

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He had no clue how you fucking did it. You, the elderly woman who owned that nice shop he and his schoolmates used to visit when they came to Tokyo. As far as he knew, you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer.

Hell, you didn't even have a single ounce of cursed energy.

But here he was, in a perfectly healthy body. His Heavenly Restriction was gone, too, but even with his lessened amount of cursed energy in this much more perfect body, he still had enough of it to remain as a working jujutsu sorcerer.

Kokichi Muta had no idea this was possible.

"Anything's possible, dear," you spoke up, leaning on the walls of the enclosed room. He flinched. Did you just—"Yes, I can read your mind, too."

"What are you, Y/N-san?" Mechamaru's puppeteer asked. Never in his life would he have thought that you had such hidden... capabilities.

You shrugged, "Well, I'm definitely not a jujutsu sorcerer, that's for sure. A sorceress, yes, but not in jujutsu."

"Why... Why did you heal me?" Kokichi didn't understand.

"Well, I heard you were being a spy to one of our enemies," you drawled. "Don't worry, I don't have anything against you. All I want is to eliminate that man and his underlings."

Kokichi realized that you knew. "She knows," he thought to himself. "About Geto and that Mahito."

"I do know," you chimed in, reading his thoughts again. Plus, you were already somewhat aware of might happen to Kokichi given the vision you'd seen before. This guy had undertaken a Binding Vow and would then try to kill pseudo-Geto and that damn Mahito.

He would fail. He would die.

"You... do?" he asked.

"Yup." You nodded. "But where you're wrong about is Geto-kun. The real Geto's soul is with me, actually. There's just another sorcerer impersonating him and using his body for those plans of his in Shibuya."

"Did—Did you read his mind, too?" Kokichi mumbled. "Like what you're doing to me?"

"I did, but I didn't mean to, in all honesty. But my powers... my magic warned me of something suspicious," you shared to him. "And I saw a premonition. One that could change the fate of not only jujutsu society, but the entirety of Japan and this world, too."

"Is that why you helped me?"

Once again, you nodded. "In the premonition I saw, you were going to die fighting that curse, Kokichi-san. And countless more will, too. I'm just trying to prevent another massive disaster from happening."

You turned around, about to leave, when he called your name, "Wait! Wait, please, Y/N-san!"

You glanced back at him, "Yes?"

"What... What do I do now, then?" he pleaded desperately. "If I die, the Shibuya Plan will still continue, right? So what do I do!? What can I do to help?"

"Go back to your friends." You smiled. "Turn yourself in and tell them the truth while it's not too late. Don't have any regrets."

"... And if they ask me how I got this body?"

"Hmm... tell them that the witch who lives in the outskirts of Tokyo helped you." Before he could even blink, you were already gone. He stared down at his new body, so foreign yet so familiar at the same time.

"Witch...?" he whispered to himself, still unable to fathom everything that's happened. "The witch who lives on the outskirts of the city. Huh."

All of a sudden, you reappeared in front of him, making him flinch.

"Almost forgot to tell you!" You snapped your finger. "That Miwa girl likes you, too. Shoot your shot, sweetie!"

He blushed. Satisfied with what you'd done, you vanished again.

Mechamaru would later on come clean to his schoolmates and confess to a blue-haired girl his true feelings for her.

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Just a couple of days afterward, you made your visit to one of the remaining Cursed Womb: Death Paintings. You didn't want a fight, so the instant he was able to detect you, you immediately used your magic to restrain him. Now, he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, staring daggers at you.

"Who—what is the meaning of this!? Let me go, woman!" he snarled, trying escape and use his Blood Manipulation on you but to no avail. Calmly and fearlessly, you crouched down to his level.

"You are Choso-san, am I correct?"

His eyes narrowed at you. He didn't respond to your polite question.

"My name is Y/N L/N. I'm sorry for your loss," you murmured, feeling his sorrow. "About what happened to your brothers. Their names were Eso and Kechizu, right?"

Choso practically growled at you. To him, you weren't even worthy of saying his brothers' names. Not one bit. A worthless human. Other than that, who were you?

"Shut up!"

You were undeterred. "It was my adopted son, Yuuji, and his teammate who took your brothers down."

At the revelation, Choso nearly saw red.

"You—"

Before he could get another word out, you cut him off. "But after seeing that man's mind, I found out something quite interesting about my Yuuji-kun," you told him honestly. "Did you know you had another brother aside from Eso and Kechizu?"

His eyes, which had been thin, angry slits, widened into the size of saucers. "What nonsense is this!? I don't have any other brothers!"

"Yet Noritoshi Kamo's memory says otherwise," you sharply replied, tone colder this time. "That fake Geto Suguru, Noritoshi Kamo—they're all one person. All of them are him. That ancient sorcerer Kenjaku. That scumbag of a father who impregnated your mother has a Cursed Technique that allows him to keep transferring his brain to different hosts throughout the centuries. Before Geto Suguru was a woman with stitches on her forehead. That woman was the biological mother of Itadori Yuuji, my adopted son."

"Lies!" Choso shouted, attempting to claw his way out of your magic. It didn't work.

"I don't know what to do except show you what will happen if you keep following that fake Geto Suguru and his band of curses," you said, eyes glowing red as you entered his mind, allowing him to see the events of the Shibuya Plan and the Culling Game.

In real time, it was only a few seconds. However, Choso felt like he'd lived an entire lifetime in the vision you'd shown him. He saw himself fighting and nearly killing the pink-haired boy who had killed his brothers. He then saw himself screaming in agony at what he'd done, seeing a memory he hadn't experienced before.

That Itadori Yuuji laughing and conversing with him and the now-deceased Eso and Kechizu.

"Normally," your voice cut through the haze in his mind. "I'd use mind control on my enemies. It's part of my magic and my skill set. In this world and in your terminologies, you could say it's... my Cursed Technique. Or something like that. But I don't use jujutsu, Choso-san. And I'm not going to force you into believing what I showed you." You shrugged nonchalantly. "I am a mere stranger to you, after all."

Panting, he relaxed in his restraints. When you noticed that he was no longer sure on whether or not he should attack you, you released your magical hold on him with a flick of your wrist.

"I... Who are you? What are you?" he exhaled heavily, still in disbelief.

Lately, you've been getting those questions a lot, huh?

"I'm an orphan, a widowed woman, a mother who's lost her children, and also a sister who lost her brother," you sighed out tiredly, flopping on the ground and sitting cross-legged on the cold floor. You weren't sure why you were telling him this, but the past few weeks have been pretty difficult to bear. You needed to rant. This Choso guy seemed like he'd listen. "Some people call me a miracle, others call me a murderer. They say I'm a weapon of mass destruction—which I now agree with—a harbinger of chaos, and well, people used to know me as a witch, too."

The half-curse, half-human had no idea how to react to your statements. Was this... too much information? Choso was a little confused.

"I don't care about all those titles anymore, though." Huffing, you fully laid down on the floor, back flat on the ground, an arm over your eyes. Sleeping for a month would feel nice after you finished ruining the Shibuya Plan. Maybe you'd visit the Maldives of this world. Or Bali. A vacation. You could even drag Nanami to Malaysia with you, if he was willing for it. "I'm now perfectly content being a retired grandma owning a shop. It's given me peace from my constant grief, for the most part. Yuuji-kun was one of the things that brought me joy when I moved here. He still does, although that damned Sukuna ruins the moment so much... I swear to God I'll turn him into a frog the next time he hurts Yuuji..."

Choso blinked. Turn Sukuna into a frog? You could do that? More importantly, why were you so open towards him? Talking to him like that and sharing random stuff about your life to him? He'd never met a human as weird as you before.

"What... are you doing?" he inquired. After seeing that vision and listening to you rant, he strangely felt compelled to not fight you anymore, even if he wasn't sure if he could trust that premonition you showed him or not.

"I am resting my eyes, sweetheart," you exhaled softly, relishing the darkness. For a moment, his cheeks turned pink at your pet name. "Resting. My. Eyes."

Clearing his throat, he stared down at your elderly form lying down on the floor, "Why are you resting your eyes, lady?"

"Because that awful Kenjaku you're following around is going to ruin so many innocent people's lives and I still have to fix it, dear," you replied tiredly. "But I have to do it, or else something worse will happen to the people I love. And if that happens again to me, I don't know what I'll do. I don't want to wreck another universe again."

"... Wreck another universe? What do you mean by that?"

You uncovered your eyes, lifting your arms. "Can't explain it, but long story short, your world is just one of the countless worlds and dimensions that exist out there."

Choso was even more befuddled. Who the hell were you, really?

"I already told you my name is Y/N L/N," you muttered, hearing his thoughts. Again, Choso was puzzled. You seemed like you were spouting gibberish while also sounding a thousand percent rational. And did you just read his thoughts?

"Yes. Yes, I did," you plainly stated. Standing up and brushing your clothes off, you handed him a business card.

Charmed Coffee & Confectionaries.

"That's my shop and my address, hun." You smiled at him. "If you do decide to believe me and leave that stupid pseudo-Geto-Noritoshi-Kenjaku-brain thing, I'll be there. Maybe you can meet Yuuji, too. He was really regretful about your brothers, you know."

At the mention of his brothers, Choso's mood dulled. You quickly noticed it, sadly smiling.

"It doesn't get easier. The grief, I mean," you uttered. "Years have passed since my twin brother died, too, and until now it feels like half of my soul died with him. And I thought that the only thing that would bring me comfort would be to see him again."

His crestfallen eyes turned toward you, yet he didn't speak a single word.

"I felt like I was drowning in my sadness for weeks on afterward, until..." You halted, remembering that core memory of yours with Vision. Perhaps the moment you fell in love and hadn't realized it.

You hadn't realized the half-curse was waiting for your answer until he prodded, "Until?"

You suddenly chuckled, shaking your head. "It was my late husband who told me this when my brother died. He wasn't exactly human, too, so I was surprised when he told me this. It changed my perspective about my losses."

He looked at you expectantly.

"What is grief, if not love persevering?" Your eyes looked glazed with so much—maybe even too much—emotion. "Up to this day, I haven't moved on from all the people I've lost. I don't think I ever can. But the only thing I did was learn to live through the pain. Over time, we grow around it, too."

"Live... through the pain?" The concept seemed foreign to Choso, even if he was a hundred or so years old. "Grow around it? How?"

"Everyone goes about it differently. Me? It's why I'm in retirement, owning my sweets shop, serving customers, making people happy, and picking up some stray souls and giving them a second chance in life, all that," you chirped, sharing to him your experience. "I'm sure you'll find your own way, Choso-san. I just hope that it's not with that stitch-face and crackhead fake Geto. Wherever it is, I pray you find your peace."

At that moment, your phone rang out of the blue, making you sweat-drop. "Excuse me." You checked it. It was Toji. Huh. Normally, he'd only call you if he suspected you were going home a lil' too late. But it was like, 11AM.

You picked up. "Hello, Toji-kun?"

"Yeah, uh, Gojo and Nanami are here in the shop. Itadori and my kid, too," he said, sounding a bit concerned. "You need to get back here, ASAP."

"Oooookay, but they visit almost everyday now. What's different?"

"There are also these two weird guys looking for a woman named Wanda. Foreigners, from the looks of it. Definitely not Japanese."

Oh shit.

The phone was given to Geto, who spoke, "Y/N, these guys look pretty shady. Need us to take care of it? None of our customers are named Wanda, though, as far as I know." His next comment was a murmur to himself. "And what the hell are those costumes.... who wears a freaking cape in the middle of the day, what are they? Cosplayers?"

You instantly replied to Geto, "Tell them to wait. And let them sit down there. Can you speak English well? I'll be right back."

"We'll just force blondie to be the one to talk to them," Toji stole back his phone from Geto. "Oy, Nanami! You were a businessman, right? Tell them to wait in English."

An audibly loud sigh from your favorite ex-salaryman could be heard nearby, "Fine. I'll talk to them."

Hanging up, you turned back to Choso, who seemed like he'd been listening to your conversation.

"One of them... why did he sound like Geto?" he asked, trying to process everything.

"Like I said, dear, I rescued the real Geto's soul. He's with me now. That fake Geto you're following? The one banding together with those cursed spirits? Yeah, he's an impostor." You pocketed your phone. "I'm sorry, Choso-san. I must go now." You smiled at him, wrinkles accentuated by how bright and genuine your smile was. "I do hope you find your peace. Bye, hun!"

Poof!

You had teleported away.

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The moment you poofed back into your shop, there were many eyes who watched your movements. Two pairs of those eyes were from a certain duo whom you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Those two people in capes were about to speak and greet you when you approached them quickly, switching back to English after who knows how long.

"What are you two doing here?" you asked worriedly. They briefly hugged you, patting your back.

"Greetings, Wanda... well, it's an emergency," Loki answered, seeming like he hadn't slept in days. "We rushed here as soon as we could."

Stephen looked the same, "It's a... very important emergency."

Your brows furrowed. "What? What is it? Do I have to go back—"

Both of them shook their heads.

"No, you don't," they chorused. However, instead of telling you what the emergency was, they ended up just staring at you.

"What?" you demanded. They were just standing there.

"Why are you an old woman?" Loki blinked. "Has it been an actual thousand years since we last saw you?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'm in retirement, remember? I wanted to look the part."

Loki and Stephen shared a look, finding some sense in your logic. "Uh-huh. Yeah, okay. We're not going to mind that."

You rubbed your temples, "So, the emergency? What's so important you had to come this far to actually see me in person? Could've sent like, a magic email or something."

Loki huffed, "This is too important of an issue to be sent over email."

Meanwhile, the other men in the opposite corner of the shop watched your interaction.

"I understand nothing about what they're saying," Yuuji pouted. "Who are those two, anyway? Are they Momma's friends?" (In his soul, Sukuna was watching, too, eyes narrowed at the two strangers who came to visit you.)

Gojo popped a macaron he snatched from the display into his mouth, "Seems like it. They hugged."

"Are... those guys the sons she was talking about before?" Geto muttered, squinting. "I don't see a resemblance, though."

"I don't either," Toji interjected, shoving a sandwich into his son's hands. "But they do keep saying emergency. Kid, you gotta eat. It's past twelve."

Megumi begrudgingly ate the sandwich his dad gave, also curious as to why two weird men in capes were talking to you. After what you'd done for Tsumiki, he was in your debt (and also quite fascinated with your powers).

Nanami, the only one who could understand and speak fluent English because of his extensive experience working at a company, unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation carefully. Why had the men called you Wanda? Was that your English name equivalent or something? Aside from the emergency they kept mentioning, they also asked why you were an old woman? And magic email? What?

"The Darkhold's gone, Wanda," Stephen quietly muttered.

The revelation made you still.

"You... lost... the Book... of the Damned...?" At first, it was a whisper, but then your voice began raising in volume, alarming your other friends in this world. "You lost it!? How? Why?"

Toji gestured his head towards you while addressing Nanami, "What's she saying? Why does she sound panicked?"

The impromptu translator frowned, "They're talking about something called the Darkhold."

"Book... of the Damned?" Yuuji and Megumi tested out the English syllables on their tongue.

"Stephen, how could you lose the Book of Sins?!" you exclaimed, aware of the dire consequences. "The last time we got the Darkhold involved, the Multiver—"

"I know, I know," Stephen muttered, feeling a headache coming up.

"And it actually wasn't lost... more like stolen, we found out," Loki grumbled.

"Stolen? By who?" you questioned.

"Probably by a demon from the Hell Dimension," Dr. Strange answered.

"And why did you drag me into this?" You calmed yourself.

"Because you're the only one who bent the Darkhold to her will and mastered its contents. We need your help," the Sorcerer Supreme replied. "And uh, we're not fully sure, but traces of it are in this universe. We've come here to this place before a thousand years ago chasing another demon. The same thing might be happening again."

God, your retirement was really going to shit now, wasn't it? First it was Yuuji becoming Sukuna's vessel, and then getting involved with the Kenjaku situation, and now another problem from your home universe had arisen.

"Okay, fine. I'll help," you sighed, before noticing that the other guys in the café were trying to understand your conversation. You leaned closer to your fellow magicians from your original universe, whispering so that Nanami wouldn't hear, "I'm kind of pre-occupied with another issue here in this place, though."

"What do you mean?" Loki blinked.

"You don't have to worry about it. I've got everything under control," you assured them.

The God of Mischief and the Sorcerer Supreme frowned. "You know, the last time you said that," Stephen cut in. "Was in the Westview Anomaly. It's quite concerning."

"You sure you don't need any help from us?" Loki asked. You nodded.

"Mmhmm. And if I do find that demon from the Hell Dimension here, I'll be sure to take care of it and bring back the Darkhold."

Loki and Strange shared a look, "Alriiiiight. We'll keep looking in the other dimensions."

"Good."

"You know," Loki added, an impish glint in his eye. "Old age suits you."

You slapped his arm, chuckling, "Go!"

With that, the Dr. Strange used his Sling Ring to easily open another portal back into the New York Sanctum. They waved goodbye to you before the golden-orange portal closed.

When you turned around, the men of this world that you'd befriended were gawking. You nearly forgot they were there.

"What the hell was that?" Geto mumbled, wiping dry a mug in his hand with a towel.

"Magic, probably," Toji commented, resuming his task of wiping the counter. Out of everyone, he was the one who'd seen much of your magical abilities.

"I've never seen anything like it," Gojo added, even more interested in you and your... magician friends.

"They used a portal to another dimension, but their magic is very different from mine, though," you disclosed, hands on your hips as you spoke Japanese again.

"Another... dimension?" Yuuji gaped. "That's wild!"

"By the way, why were those friends of yours talking about demons and a Book of the Damned?" Nanami interjected, a little antsy at what you were dealing with. He understood most of the conversation before you, Strange, and Loki spoke in hushed voices.

"Oh, that? You don't have to worry about it. I'll deal with it," you waved it off casually. "Runaway demons are pretty common when they manage to escape the Hell Dimension, this one we talked about in particular was just somewhat concerning because it took the Darkhold. That book corrupts anyone and anything that reads it. It's like a Special Grade Cursed Object, but far more dangerous than Sukuna's level. Much worse."

Offended at what he just heard, the King of Curses materialized on Yuuji's cheek. "Bullshit, woman!"

You smiled smugly, eyes glinting red and making the others swallow. They still didn't know you'd practically tossed Sukuna around like a ragdoll in his domain. "I wasn't lying when I said I could take you on, Curse King. If I could bend that evil grimoire to my will, you're nothing but a piece of cake," you taunted confidently. You had a right, too. And you were capable enough of doing it.

Sukuna nearly roared in fury at your insult, "Why you—!"

"But didn't you say that the Darkhold corrupts anyone and anything that reads it?" Megumi interrupted, trying to prevent a fight between both of you.

"Oh, yeah. I nearly lost my mind and my remaining sanity reading it. It made me hallucinate and make me hear things, too," you offhandedly said, recalling that period of your life many years ago as you tapped your chin. They sweat-dropped at your nonchalance while also being somewhat disturbed at your description. "But I needed to learn more about my powers as a witch, so I pushed through and overcame it. The Darkhold very nearly poisoned my soul, though, but thank heavens I got through it alive. That was a really long time ago, though, waaaay before I retired here in Japan."

"... Witch?" All of them chorused.

Oh. They hadn't known yet what to call you even after you'd told them about your powers.

"Well, you can call me a sorceress, too, just not in jujutsu. Enchantress, magician, mage, medium—"

"Hag," Sukuna interposed, making your eye twitch (the others glared at him, too). Yuuji slapped a hand over the curse's mouth.

"Don't talk to my mom like that," the vessel complained. Sukuna rolled his eyes (the one's on Yuuji's cheek).

"I don't care, brat."

"Either way," you stated. "The demon and the Darkhold isn't related to jujutsu stuff. I'll handle it. It's my job. My responsibility. You guys, on the other hand, have to help me find Kenjaku and those other Special Grades."

"Well, if you do need help, just ask us. Okay, Momma?" Yuuji took your hand in his, swinging it in the air. You laughed at how cute his action was.

"Alright, alright."

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It was a Sunday afternoon, with you closing your shop early at a half-day, when Yuuji came into the doors of your shop, a certain pigtailed man nervously following behind him.

"Kaa-chaaaaaan!" He greeted you with a tight hug and planting a kiss on your cheek. Yuuji was surprisingly in a very cuddly ane loving mood today, making you grin.

"Hey, sweetie. What's got you so jolly this morning?"

"Well, I made amends with the brother of those Death Paintings Nobara and I eliminated," he shared. "He also told me I'm his brother! Well, half-brother, so he said. He wanted to see you again, too."

Your brows went up your forehead. When you looked behind him, a hyperaware Choso was following, silently looking around your small café-bakery.

That was fast.

You spoke to him only three days ago. But if he changed his mind, you'd welcome him wholeheartedly. He seemed a bit shyer and more apprehensive than when you last met him, though. At least he wasn't as aggressive and pissed like then.

"I... don't have a place to go to," Choso admitted, twiddling with his fingers and looking down.

Oh well, you could never turn down a stray soul in need—especially one as powerful and dangerous as he was; one that was grieving, too. You didn't have the heart to resist. Toji and Suguru would simply have to deal with another housemate, then. You'd have to magic another bedroom with a bathroom back at home, too.

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"Don't worry, we'll be the ones to buy the groceries and do all the errands, Y/N-san," Geto assured you, already holding the usual eco-bag you used whenever you went out. Toji and Choso were accompanying him, too. You'd cast a spell so that anyone who saw them—those that weren't in the circle that knew about your powers, at least—wouldn't recognize them at all. To the unsuspecting eye, they were plain citizens.

"You must rest," Choso mumbled, glancing at his other housemates for the past couple of weeks. It was still foreign to him, having a home that was so peaceful and loving all because of you (he was still trying to adjust to the real Geto's personality and that human with no cursed energy). He'd never had anyone serve him warm meals and give him such comfortable shelter.

Just like all the others you'd befriended, even if they knew you could fight for yourself, Choso had also grown attached to you. Protective, even, especially after knowing how much you loved Yuuji.

"And you've been looking for that runaway demon for days now, right? Everyone's gotta rest at one point, including you, granny," Toji crossed his muscular arms. "Don't go anywhere today and just close the shop. We'll take care of everything else."

"I've also told Satoru and Nanami to not come to the shop so you could rest at home," Suguru added, about to leave the shop.

October 31st was in five days. Unfortunately, you all still hadn't found Kenjaku and the Special Grades. You hadn't found that runaway demon with the Darkhold, too.

Or so you thought.

When they came back to the shop and the house later in the afternoon, carrying all the groceries and other stuff you made them buy, it was completely empty. You were nowhere to be found, too, except for one note left on the cashier area.

"I'll be back."

That was all you wrote. You didn't specify when.

(next chapter.)

Author's Note: Hehe? Cliffhanger? I wonder what happens in the Shibuya Incident of this fanfic... and where did you go? Who knows? Maybe you're already fighting some certain Special Grades... or a brain thing... or something else? Will you reveal your actual witchy self in the next chapter? What happens? I won't tell, of course. And finally, the 6 leading men of this fic are complete! See you in the next update! That is, if I survive my classes. 😉

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Stressful Day.

Pairing: Kunikida x f!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Naughty words, dom!Kunikida, unprotected sex, just pure filth. 

You looked up from the book you were reading on the sofa when you heard the door slam shut.

“Kida?” You called out and stood up, straightening the button up shirt you stole from Kunikida’s wardrobe that evening. Your boyfriend had been getting home later recently due to the increased workload dumped on him because of his co-workers… Dazai especially. You sighed when he didn’t answer and adjusted your underwear, before going in search of him. Just as he kicked off his shoes aggressively at the entrance of your shared home, he stormed past you, grabbing your upper arm, dragging you to the bedroom.

“Kida, honey?” You whimpered as his grip tightened around your limb. The bedroom door swung into the wall at the force he opened it, quickly followed by it being slammed as he almost threw you into the room. You turned to look at him, and before you could see anything, each hand grabbed a side of the shirt you were wearing and yanked hard. Buttons popped off and fabric tore under the force of the pull, leaving your chest bare before Kunikida, nipples hardening at the sudden exposure.

You gasped, hands flying to take your boyfriend’s hair out of his usual ponytail as his lips attached to one of your breasts. He sucked on the skin of your chest roughly, dragging a mewl from your lips as your hands tangled themselves into his blonde locks.

“That bastard is insufferable” Kida growled against your skin, fingers digging into your hips with a bruising grip after he’d pulled the remains of his shirt from your body. You could only answer with a moan as he shifted to your other breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth roughly, swirling his tongue around the stiff nub. You were in for it now.

“Gets away with doing nothing for the agency.” Kida grunted as he jerked your underwear down your legs, picking you up out of the fabric pooling on the floor and threw you onto the bed. He discarded his own clothes with an almost inhuman speed before joining you on the bed, forcing your already shaking legs open for him. His head dipped between your legs and he gave you a forceful, long lick along your cunt, drawing a loud moan from your heaving chest. He didn’t often lose his temper like this, but whenever he did, you knew you were in for a long night.

“Useless, suicidal maniac” He snarled against your thighs, biting down as he roughly pushed his middle finger deep into your folds. He pinned your hip to the bed with his free hand as you tried to buck your hips to his hand, stretching you out as he forced another finger deep into your heat. Your head fell back onto the pillows as you moaned at the sensation, gripping at the sheets beneath your body. Kunikida’s rhythm was fast and brutal, and it had you drenching his hand within no time at all, almost making you scream when he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly as he curled his fingers into that special spot you were hoping for him to pay attention to.

You felt his pace falter for a split second as your walls clamp around his fingers, and your hands yanking at his hair as the coil of pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach snapped, and your first orgasm of the night washed over you hard and fast.

“Bastard doesn’t know how much stress he causes” Kunikida growled, pulling away from your pussy, licking his lips. He used the juices from his fingers to slick up his length, pumping himself a few times before the commands started.

“All fours. I won’t ask again.” He snarled and you complied, afraid of what the punishment would be if you dare disobey him when he was in this mood. He once again forced your legs open wide enough for his liking with his strong leg before positioning himself behind you.  You moaned loudly as Kunikida forced his cock into you with one, rough thrust, grunting in satisfaction as he bottomed out within you. He didn’t waste time for you to adjust to his size like he usually would, before grabbing your hips harshly, pulling out of your heat almost entirely before snapping his hips back to yours.

He held the animalistic pace he set, hitting so deep within you that you were already seeing stars. Your moans and gasps only spurred him on more, as he wrapped your long hair around his fist, yanking your head upwards, as he continued to pound into you ruthlessly from behind.

“You’d never be such an inconvenience, would you?” He snarled into your ear. A shudder ripped down your spine and his words caused you to clench around him for the second time that night.

“N-No Sir! Please…” You begged, although unsure what for. Another rumble sounded form his throat as he released your hair, using your hips to pull you back onto him with even more force than you knew was possible. The coil within you snapped harsher than the first time as you came, your juices leaking from your hole as Kunikida forced himself into you over again. Your knees almost gave in under you as his actions only sped up, your orgasm not fazing him in the slightest.

“Kida, baby, please… ah! T-Too much…” You whimpered through ragged breaths. It landed a harsh smack to your backside, causing you to yelp, your body arching away from the sudden pain.

“We’re not done until I say so.” His voice was raw; primal even. He shifted all his weight to his knees and pulled your body up to his chest by your throat. Your moans were restricted but it didn’t stop you letting them go as your boyfriend began to hit all the right spots from this new angle.

“You have one more in you for me, correct?” He whispered hoarsely in your ear as his free hand snaked around your waist and dipped between your legs, the pad of his thumb circling your soaked clit at a pace matching his thrusts. You whined out at the sensation, already overstimulated, but nodded the best you could with your other half’s hand still around your throat. He let his guard drop and moaned properly as your walls began to close around him once again, his thrusts becoming rapid and uncoordinated. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, heat rising in your body as Kunikida managed to rip another orgasm from your body. He growled loudly, grip tightening on your throat and his hand working quicker on your clit to keep you through your high, before he pressed his hips flush with yours, emptying hot, thick ropes of cum within you. You whined out in relief and pleasure as you felt Kunikida’s cock pulse against your walls, his pace slowing to a stop as his own ecstasy began to die down. You winced a little as he pulled his now softening member from you, and you both collapsed on the bed, completely spent.

You snuggled into Kida’s chest and hummed softly against his sweat-slicked skin as he wrapped his arms around you, tracing delicate little patterns along the naked skin of your back.

“I’m sorry, love, I wasn’t too much was I?” He mumbled, shifting to bury his face int your hair. You smiled into him and shook your head.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked after a few minutes of silence, neither of you moving. You felt a smile grow on his face, the smile he usually gave you after a session like this; the man was blissed out. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and whispered sheepishly against you.

“Much… Thank you…”

hii, i'm just so so happy about the fukuzawa nsfw content 🥵 could you make one where he's training a new fem employee in martial arts (like one of the matchs that kunikida mentioned once) but things end a wayyy hotter than expected?? maybe a bit (or a lot) of degradation plsss

🎠   character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🎠   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, explicit degradation, dominant themes, unprotected sex, daddy!fukuzawa, slapping 🐱 ?, this is very filthy fyi. 

🎠   author’s note: oh, oh ! yes i def can. i’d be happy to, i know this man has the biggest dick ever. i hope you enjoy it ;) and to possible other readers, i’m not joking when i say it’s filthy and degrading. so if you’re not into that it’s best to skip this one !

it was your profound ability and courage that earned you admittance into the agency. the president, fukuzawa, had recruited you himself in hopes of strengthening the agency. while you excelled in your ability your combat skills lacked; because of the president’s displeasure with your lack of skill, he trained you personally. nearly every day after work for hours the two of you would train in the basement of the agency. you couldn’t say you looked forward to the education fukuzawa offered but you could admit you enjoyed the attention he gave you during training. fukuzawa failed to give you any of his attention during working hours. he was barely in his office and even when he was he didn’t pay much attention to you in comparison to your fellow agents. you only assumed because of the training he was offering, he couldn’t play favorites.

it was night fall again and you stood in the basement in your training gear. usually you wore a fitted tank with a pair of tights but because of the yokohama heat, you opted for a sports bra and a pair of shorts. while you waited for fukuzawa you prepared yourself with a few stretches after a few minutes fukuzawa had finally made his appearance with a simple hello. with a final stretch you rose to your feet and greeted him. he hadn’t made a comment on your attire but his eyes fixated on you for a fleeting moment before he turned his head elsewhere. you didn’t read into it and continued with your training.

only minutes into your training you were already working up a sweat. you didn’t know if it was because it was one of those days or if fukuzawa was just being extra hard on you. he took your arm and twisted it behind your back, “have you learned nothing, y/n?” he said into your ear. frustrated with his disappointment you free yourself from his grip and turn the tables. with a misstep the two of you crashed onto the padded floor beneath you. now you hovered above fukuzawa’s body and the two of you were panting heavily. “why are you being so harsh on me?” you finally asked.

the two of you locked eyes and fukuzawa responded, “because i know you can do better.” you climb off the top of him and kneel at his side. “what kind of bullshit is that, director?” you snapped back. “i’m still a beginner and you went full force.” fukuzawa sat up straight and glared at you. “it’s not my fault that it isn’t clicking in your head, y/n.” he snapped back at you with an equal amount of frustration. you were annoyed --- exhausted, and the anger pent up inside of you caused your hand to raise. ready to place a slap across his face, fukuzawa’s quick to grab your wrist. he flipped you over he was now hovering above you.

with his grip still tight on your wrist the two of you locked eyes for longer than a few seconds. both of your expressions were filled with a mix of frustration and lust. the tension between you two during training was always left unspoken but the closeness you shared during his lessons were hard to go unnoticed. you often fantasized about fukuzawa having his way with you after practice. you’d be lying if you didn’t let those fantasizes penetrate your mind during lonely nights when the only thing keeping you company was a random sex toy and your fingers.

you swallowed and your cheeks flushed to express your shyness. fukuzawa clicked his tongue. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, y/n?” with whatever courage you had left in your stomach you looked at him and asked, “doing what exactly?” the grip he had on your wrist loosened he removed himself from above you and stood. afterwards you rose up from the training mat using your elbows. you also stood and looked up at the much taller man. “your outfit.” fukuzawa said.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s hot. i dressed according to that.” that was half true. you told yourself that to suppress your lewd thoughts. you wore that outfit with the intention to seduce fukuzawa or at least give him something to think about during a cold shower. “do you not like it?” you placed your arms behind your back and extended your chest outward. it was a sports bra but the padding had caused your breasts to push upward revealing your cleavage. you took a step closer to him noticing that his cheeks developed into a soft shade of pink. “you’re a terrible student.” fukuzawa remarked, you were quick to respond “maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

with the space between you laced shut it only took seconds for your lips to crash into his. quickly you noticed he’d taken the initiative. it was his lips that molded into yours, it was his hands that groped your hips, and finally it was his tongue that pierced through your lips to wrestle yours. you wanted to feel him, all of him. so you pressed your body closer towards his. you felt his growing length against your thigh eliciting a moan to fall between breaths.

“you were waiting for this weren’t you?” fukuzawa asked parting from your mouth. he went in for another kiss afterwards he added. “you purposely dressed like a fucking slut for me to fuck you, huh?” the language he used caused adrenaline to surge through your veins. so engulfed in lust you could only respond with a nod of your head. fukuzawa’s length was hardening against your inner thigh. you opened your legs wider in order to feel more of it. he chuckled, “is that how desperate you are to be fucked, what are you a fucking whore?”

he began littering kisses on your jawline, down your neck, and at the top of your breasts. his hands fondled both breasts before he tore the fabric down revealing them. the cold air breezed past your exposed chest the stimulation from that was enough but fukuzawa quickly latched his mouth against one of your nipples. he sucked, licked, and bit on your buds one at at a time until they were both fully erect. you were a moaning mess during his actions and you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. your throbbing clit was aching to be touched. you looked at fukuzawa with pleading eyes. “please,” you started. “i need you so bad.”

“how badly?” he asked. “tell me how much of a whore you are, tell me how badly you want daddy to fuck you.” his hand crept down your abdomen and fell down to your heat. with his index finger he placed pressure on your clothed clit. “better yet, tell me where you want daddy to fuck you.”

you closed your eyes and swallowed hard. your eagerness was obvious but his lewd talk made you shy. fukuzawa was quick to notice. “you were moaning like such a slut, y/n? you can’t answer my simple questions?” the index finger he had on your clit began to move in circles causing your knees to buckle. fukuzawa kept you steady with his arm hooked around your back.

you set aside your pride and with a deep breath you admitted your desires, “i want daddy to fuck me in my pussy. fuck me hard daddy, please. i’m begging.” with your hand you slapped his chest. you were eager to be transported in a state of ecstasy only fukuzawa could provide you.

“that’s a good girl. now lay on the floor and open your legs wide.” you do as he says almost immediately. fukuzawa chuckled at the site. “cute.” he remarked. the older man joined you on the floor and hovered above you much like he did before. your mind was racing, your deepest desires were finally coming true. you laid there in anticipation and because of how wet you felt, you knew you were capable of taking him all. he kissed you tenderly and sweetly he then removed your bra so you could lay comfortably. fukuzawa then removed your shorts and your panties alongside it. he adjusted your legs to open widely for him. he looked at your glistening wet pussy in awe.

“i barely touched you.” he snickered. his hand laid flat against your entrance. “it’s so wet, i don’t even need to put my fingers in it to know.” he was taunting you by stalling. “please fuck me fukuzawa.” you whined out. fukuzawa darted his eyes at you. the raised his hand and slapped your pussy. the action caused your knees to close and for you to cry out in pleasure. “i forgot how badly you wanted to fucked, whore. i guess you’re growing impatient.”

“i’m sorry daddy.” you pouted. fukuzawa simply clicked his tongue. you reopened your knees and he slapped your pussy once more, gently this time. “spread your pussy for me, princess.” your hands reached down and you did as instructed. he looked at your folds, “such a pretty pussy.” he remarked while placing his middle finger inside you. since you were so desperate for his touch the moan that left your lips was louder than the two of you had anticipated.

he hushed you while situating himself between your legs. “be quiet.” you watched him as he undid his yukata. underneath the fabric his muscular figure was revealed he then removed his briefs. after doing so his erect cock was revealed to you. it was larger than you thought it would be, it was throbbing and the tip was glistening with pre-cum; you moaned quietly at the sight. “you wouldn’t want people to hear you, now would you? unless ---” he grabbed both your legs and dragged you closer to him. you shrieked. fukuzawa took one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. he aligned himself against your entrance and you felt the tip of his cock against your folds. “--- you want everyone to hear your moans.”

with the last of his sentence he entered fully inside you. you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. fukuzawa also let out a grunt. “god, i bet you want everyone to hear you get fucked so good like the little whore you are.” he began to thrust in and out of you in a steady rhythm. “tell me princess, who does this pussy belong to?” you gulped and caught a breath of air in your lungs. “you! it belongs to you daddy!” your leg fell from his shoulder when he leaned in towards you for a kiss. you kissed him back with such haste.

the feeling of his cock inside you was euphoric. he stretched you out wide increasing the wetness in your pussy. his rhythmic thrusting was contagious and you raised your hips upward to feel every inch of him inside you. “you’re fucking me so good.” you praised him. fukuzawa moaned out it pleasure from your praise. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asked. you respond with a nod. fukuzawa grunted out a chuckle, “you play with your pussy when you think about me, huh?” fukuzawa took two of his fingers and pressed them against your clit. he began to rub against the sensitive bud with vigor. you choked out a moan you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“next time you touch yourself here, think of my fingers rubbing you. think of my cock thrust--thrusting into you.” much like his words his thrusting grew erratic. you began clenching around his cock which elicited a string of moans and expletives to leave fukuzawa’s mouth --- music to your ears. the knot growing in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter. your pussy was pulsating in pleasure. you were close and as was he. “f---fuck.” you whined. “i-- daddy. i’m close.” you admitted

“i know princess, i know. just --- fuck! ---” he moaned into your mouth before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. his thrusting grew faster and faster. the knot in your stomach finally tore. when you reached your climax your eyes rolled and your legs kicked out from underneath you. feeling as if you reached your peak, you moaned again when you felt his cum inside of you. fukuzawa lowered his frame on top of you. his chest heaved in and out as did yours. the two of you laid there before fukuzawa lifted himself up weakly. he wiped away the bead of sweat from your forehead alongside the strands of hair from your face. he placed a softer kiss on your lips. you were fulfilled, exhausted. his cock softened inside of you but before he could remove himself your hands gripped his waist.

“no, i like the feeling.” you whined.

“because you’re a cumslut?” you teased with another kiss.

“your cumslut.” you corrected with a chuckle.

“so does that mean round two?” fukuzawa asked excitedly. to which you agreed.  

BEST FRIENDS DAD <3

# : *turns off notifications on tumblr and hides* i was not very happy w how this came out vs what i thought, smut under the cut

tags : fem!reader, unprotected, semi public - your family in the next room, breeding ish, nonconsensual watching? etc

a warm hand strokes down your back, coming down in hard but somewhat quiet slaps on your ass.

“shh now, don’t want your family to know what’s going on. right y/n?” he mocks, grunting and moaning next to your ear as if he is expecting you to be able to answer him. which you can’t do since as quickly as your panties came off he stuffed them into your mouth to keep your noises of pleasure down. not wanting your parents to notice and neither his two sons to notice, one which is your best friend since you were two kids.

having grown up with the rengoku family as next door neighbors and old family friends since your parents and shinjuro were young too.

shinjuro who couldn’t help but notice a few weeks back how much you’ve grown into the strong woman you have become - which is easy to see because of the way you carry yourself around, head up high as to not be looked down on by the older generations who are still not used to women being part of the higher up demon slayers.

but oh how easy it was to get you to crumble into a mess beneath him, one leg hiked up high on the kitchen counter and shirt hanging above your tits.

and the retired hashira can’t help but ogle over how they bounce so prettily when he thrusts into you extra hard.

“you’ve got such a pretty body, reacting so well to my touch.”

his warm and big hands move down to your bottom, spreading your ass apart to watch the way his cock slides in and out of your tight cunt so easily. your tight pussy painting his dick in a pretty white with your cum.

“look at that, what a sloppy little cunt.” his thrusts pick up their pace, going in harder but still somehow keeping quiet to not alert your families in the room next to the kitchen.

you reach behind you to wrap a hand around his wrist, still holding onto your ass, as if to keep yourself stable and not slip too much.

he can hear you try to say something but it only comes out as a muffled sound, considering you have your panties stuffed in your mouth.

“what? do i have to fuck you dumb to keep you quiet, huh?” as if to keep true to his plan shinjuro thrusts in and out of your slippery walls with extra power behind. getting as deep in you as he can, shinjuro wants you to feel the imprint of his thick and long cock in you for the next few days.

that every time you look over the edge separating your family homes and see him on the porch, your walls will tighten at the thought of how good he felt inside you.

he can feel your cunt tighten around him, clit pulsing under his touch as he brings you to the next orgasm as if it’s the easiest thing shinjuro’s done in his life.

you moan around your panties as you are pushed over the edge. your mind gone enough for you to not think that he actually can’t hear what you’re trying to say.

“mphm, !”

he chuckles lowly at you, “can’t hear what you’re sayin’ little one.”

his hand comes down in a couple spanks on your ass, watching how it moves with hungry eyes as he can also feel how you’ve tightened up around him.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” shinjuro moans.

“wan’ me to fill up your slutty pussy? hm, would look so pretty full with my cum.”

he groans, hips moving faster into you as his full balls tighten as his warm cum fills you up.

“g’nna keep on fillin’ you up, want to see you round with my seed.”

you can only moan and finally reach up to pull out your soaked underwear with shaky hands. throwing them down on the counter as you straighten up, groaning at both the feeling of his cum starting to slide out your swollen cunt and at how stiff your back has become from being bent over for so long.

“can we next time at least fuck somewhere else?” you ask.

and kyojuro stifles his breathy moan with a hand thrown over his mouth, cum spilling out over his hand he is stroking himself with to the sight of you getting wrecked by his dad.

a/n : i have a headache now but i’ll look through and add more to the warnings bye

2022 © all content belongs to ztoji. Do not repost my work anywhere.

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴

a/n: nemi nemi nemi nemi!! angst though…but it’s okay! we still love nemi gonna give him all my love n affection <3 i hope you enjoyed this anon as much as i enjoyed writing it!! + female reader!!

warnings: spoilers for the end of the manga!

“pardon me! par-pardon me! sanemi! ‘nemi!” you pushed through the crowds of kakushi, holding your child in hand.

there. you could recognize the white hair from anywhere. running past the different demon slayers, dead or injured, you saw your husband coming into clear view. he was on his back and blood surrounded you both everywhere. furrowing your eyebrows, you knelt beside the different workers and stared down at the male. god, he looked awful. tears formed in your eyes as your shielded your child’s view from the gory sight.

you won the battle, but at what cost? your mind was filled with sadness. you couldn’t lose your husband. not yet. he was the only person who loved you and knew you and cherished you. to cherish you. he wants to only do that.

“(y)-(y/n)-sama! please step back!” you ignored their requests, finding irritation grow within you.

“sanemi-kun! sa…nemi?” your face lost its emotion as you felt his wrist.

no pulse.

that idiot. you ignored the cries of your child as you reached over the male, shaking his body gently. the kakushi around you panicked, trying to hold you back but you refused to move away. wake up. wake up. wake up. you idiot. wake up. tears spilled down your cheeks as you continued your mindless movement. he needed to wake up. to protect you. to protect your child. to raise your child.

a hand grabbed onto your softly, pulling it off of the male’s body.

“if you keep on shaking me like that then i’m gonna die before treatment is finished.”

“sanemi-sama!” the kakushi roared in victory.

you felt your husband’s hand touch your cheek gently. smiling at the feeling, you let more tears escape your eyes. your child leaned over their father, giggling at the sight of him. sanemi’s injured hand stroked their cheek lovingly, and the same to you. his family. that’s right. he had a family that loved him. that even with genya gone…he wasn’t truly alone. you were here.

“oh, thank kami-sama you’re alive! don’t you ever do that to me…i can’t lose you..! you’re so sp-special…” your elated tone became a sad one as you cried.

your husband have a small smile on his face. you’re so precious to him. he sat up carefully, being sure to be careful of his injuries. his arms wrapped around you and his child, where he inhaled your scents. right. you both didn’t smell like death, blood, or wisteria. you smelt like fresh cotton and the sun. it smelled so fresh.

“tadaima.” was all he said to you after a long pause, only making your cry harder.

“o-okaeri! okaeri! okaeri! ‘nemi, o-okaeri!”

he was glad to be home.

Demon Slayer x OP Female Reader

⚠️[Warning: Spoilers for Demon Slayer]⚠️

While reading the manga or watching the anime you fall into a deep sleep unaware of you being sucked into the world of Kimetsu no Yaiba

Isekai style- You are falling higher than a 100 ft from the sky

When you do hit the ground you are completely unharmed which is weird but you’ve read enough fan fiction to know you won’t die from entry

You happen to land in a forest and are forced to walk aimlessly because you have no skills in navigation

You were sure that the sun had set and risen three times and yet your stomach hasn't growled even once

You barely slept either which you thought was weird but took it as your adrenaline pushing for you to find someone

When you came across a little cottage with familiar looking little boys

They looked so familiar but you tried to understand where you had seen them

You eventually decided to try and talk to these kids

“What are those weird clothes you have on?”

“Where did you come from?”

“Why do you look like that?”

You tried to answer without giving away any actual information

Judging by their clothes and the style of the house you guessed this was Japan

Your only refrence was from all the historical anime that you’ve watched before your isekai

A woman who you assumed was their mother came out and gasped when she saw you

“Oh! Young lady please come inside you look as though you’ve been through a tornado!”

You didn’t think you looked that bad but you said nothing as she prepared a bath for you

You both talked while she did your hair

You told her that you woke up in the forest and had been walking around for three days

At least some of that was true

“Ah Tanjiro! Come meet (Y/n).”

You knew where you were now…and you were scared

With in the Winter months the Kamado family would be slaughtered by the king of demons

You debated running away even as they treated you with kindness: clothing you, feeding you

And you near melted at the fluff this family was constantly perpetuating

Tanjiro was your friend but you knew he wasn’t weak he’d push through and bring justice for his family same with Nezuko

What you couldn’t ignore was the deaths of the baby you held and the little girl who wanted to brush your hair

You ultimately decided on the second day of your stay that you’d fight for them even if it was hopeless

You owe it to them

You would start trying to help Tanjiro with his chores: carrying wood, selling firewood, helping villagers

All incredibly muscle driven work– that you oddly found much easier than you should have

You were able to hold tons of wood in one arm no problem even the Tanjiro struggled with two

Your speed was extremely increased which made you the designated hunter especially when the family witnessed you chased after a warthog that had ran into the town

Every one of your senses were increased: hearing, smell, taste, and your intuition

You honestly felt great you could exercise without sleep for days

You did have some drawbacks not sleeping for days resulted in a weird hibernating state

The amount at which you had significantly sky-rocketed leaving your stomach growling even after a full meal with the Kamados

You hoped to at least practice a sword style so you wouldn’t just be swinging something around

The only swordsman you could find was in the town over who had to be convinced through crazy stunts that you were worth teaching

The dreaded day you were fighting against was truly unknown

The only flag of notice being the snow

Something you couldn’t really measure in another town so you tried to write often

You do encounter Muzan Kibitsuji while learning how to fight

You’ll see him walking along the street, suit and all while you're out buying your week’s worth of Ramen

You make eye contact with him and you speedily make your delivery home

You couldn’t make a scene like Tanjiro did you knew these people and even if they believed your story they’d be nothing but fodder for the demon

“I’m glad you could make it. I was worried I’d have to come get you.”

You stood tall and proud at the open door of the dojo opposite to the demon at the end of the walkway. You could practically hear the western duel music and see the tumbleweed roll by as you kept your grip on your sword.

He moved first. Darting to chop your head with a rigid hand. You were surprised he wasn’t too fast for you to register, turns out overestimating him was a good call on your part. Unfortunately your internal praise overclouded the lessons you vigorously prepared for.

“Eek!”

On reflex you punched him square in the face, the flush of wind and dust was all you felt as he smashed against the ground like a pebble on water. You opened your eyes to see the demon lord stay settled in the broken ground, unmoving.

“How. Dare. You. Punch. Me?!!”

You could hear the veins on his head popping out as he steadily came out from his Muzan-shaped crater. You hopped down from the steps. Your best play was your knowledge of the future and your ability to endlessly banter with a villain who’d never give you the time of day. Out of any roasts that a 100+ year old demon would understand you decided to expand your realm of fanfiction knowledge

“So-uh Muzan, do you like have sex with people?”

“Excuse me?”

“Like I’ve got friends who are wondering if you do that sort of thing since you think you're better than humans and stuff.”

You were out of practice when it came to socializing and as a fan you were generally curious if the smut–that you definitely never read– was what really went down. Muzan was cringing. You were cringing because he looked so disgusted. Embarrassed, you decided to beat the growing heat on your face with your first slice, which allowed you to return back to your previous position. You watched as his arm fell after trying to come closer to you.

SO COOL YOU JUST DID AN AWESOME DELAYED ANIME SLICE!!!!!

“Eeeeee I’m so cool now!”

You couldn’t help squealing and kicking your feet up behind you. Of course you practiced but you’d never actually do it for real. You stopped. (Y/n)! You’re fighting a demon right now! You can’t be doing this. You looked up ready to fight only to find Muzan also having his own breakdown. He was holding his face blocking your view of him as he stumbled from his place on the ground.

Did you get one of his eyes?

You didn’t think so but before you could do anything your sensei walked out from the dojo. “(Y/n)? What’s going on?”

Suddenly the threat of danger had returned. You were able to make it just in time to block Muzan from demolishing your teacher.

Your sensei watched as you and this mysterious monster battled faster than their eyes could ever register. The only time he did see anything was when the dust settled. This mysterious man was far away standing on the wall of the dojo and you were holding a boulder that was en route to his face. He wanted to ask you but in a wisp of amazing gusts of wind you were chasing after the demon on the rooftops.

You chased him out of the town into the nearby wilderness, always thwarting his attempts to hurt the people.

“Don’t Forget this Kibitsuji! I’ll get you!”

As he disappeared among the trees, you felt all that you had said was as good as cursing out a platypus. As fast as you were, this event was noticed by most who had questions and eventually called to you for answers.

The weight in your stomach churned, you were worried that the plot was beginning and the death of the Kamado family was near. You fought the tears as the feeling of loss tightened your throat and made your hands sweat. You couldn’t cry now so you relied on the belief that if you can’t help them you’d help who you came across. You sat down those that would listen and explained the existence of demons and their desire to feed. Many didn’t believe you but those who did were willing to plant the Wisteria seeds. Their drive and desire to learn had you speaking about demons into the early hours of sunlight. While helping them plant you had discovered a new ability.

You stuck your hands in the dirt, fighting sleep with the goal of helping. Your eyes were fluttering closed– “Hey the flowers gow for them!” You awoke to the shock of a villager’s booming voice and pointed finger at your buried hands. Your hands had been pushed up where a Wisteria sprout was bedded.. You looked at your hands, incredulous, as you walked, hovering your hand over the dirt, willing these trees to spring up. In your adrenaline and pure excitement you had created enough to fill the entire perimeter of the town.

In appreciation the town promised to keep your existence and knowledge of the demons secret per your request. You had stood just outside the main gate, packed bags, and friendly waves of goodbye before you collapsed. You apparently were too tired from pushing your new body’s limits and were reaping the consequences.

When you awoke it was Winter and you were told to have been sleeping for nearly three months. You wasted no time running at Quicksilver speeds to return back to the mountain edge where the town the Kamado’s frequent.

When you arrived in the little bustling village it was mid-day and by pure coincidence you faced a busy Tanjiro helping around the town.

“Tan–COUGH--jiro! Hey!” You were hunched over catching your breath, closing your eyes in discomfort, missing the hard headed boy darting in your direction.

CRACK

You were glad in this world you were so much stronger– you thought, as you wobbled on your feet. The untoned muscles of the future demon-slayer held your dazed form in a hug; when you gained your bearings you squeezed back. He had so many questions.

“WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS TIME?”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU RESPOND TO MY LETTERS?”

“D-did you miss me?”

You told him about a self discovering journey not necessarily yours but one that had you being lost and fighting the elements. You figured now wasn’t the time for him to know about everything you had been through. And you could tell when his nose twitched and he cutely tilted his head exactly what was happening. In his typical thought process you were sure he questioned the smell but couldn’t voice his concerns with your interruption. You lightly put your forehead against his and smiled at him. He smiled too and you both stayed locked in each other's gaze until one of the local boys started teasing you.

You waited for him as he completed his tasks and finished selling his coal. It was dark now and you both decided to start heading up the mount.

“You should stay the night, demons are out there.”

The words that followed solidified your horror. This was the day. As Tanjiro conceded and turned to Old man’s Saburo’s home, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at their trail. You didn’t want to sleep. You wanted to try again. But when Tanjiro turned to you, creasing his burgundy eyebrows and intertwining his hand with yours, you found yourself asking.

“B-but I can go up there. Get home to them I can–”

“(Y/n)” His voice was low and pleading, begging you with his eyes. “Please. You’ll see them tomorrow.” You turned to the forest but his hand stopped you tugging you back into those soulful eyes, ”Please (Y/n). Stay with me.”

His whisper was like an undeniable rule that must be obeyed and that is what you did. You let him hold you as you were eventually pulled into sleep. When you awoke, the smiling face of Tanjiro almost made you forget exactly what would happen on this day.

To be continued...

cw: nasty smut, breeding, marathon sex.

Just imagining being cock drunk on tanjirou's girthy cock. Fat, swinging and thick piece stretching your pink gummy gummy walls out and carving the 'Kamado' family name into it.

He's fucking into you with your elbows locked in his grasp, ass smacking his weighty balls and tears making just as much a mess as your drooling pussy is.

Tanjirou with one knee up, kissing your squishy cervix with his deep purple mushroom tip. His robe is falling off his shoulders, his shaggy hair coming undone as the sex continues. The air reeks of fucking, but he won't let up. You have to continue the Kamado family line, and he won't see you for months on this next mission of his.

When he comes back you better be rubbing the underside of your bump, ready to greet him with fat milky tits, his dinner and a fat pregnant wife.

I’ve decided to answer this here because I wrote way too fucking much.

Length: 5.8k

CW: Age-gap, forbidden relationship, power imbalance, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism

A/N: they literally don’t even kiss till 4k in fuck me. I can’t write a pr0n without plot if i even wanted to.

You were moving back home from university for the summer, your small sedan packed to the ceiling with boxes full of your belongings. With your A/C in the car broken, you had the windows of the passenger seats all the way down, the wind blowing in to cool off the sweat dripping down your skin. It was so uncomfortable, your bare legs sticking together while you drove, your tank top drenched with sweat. You cursed the fact that you were too broke to get the car fixed. It was impossible trying to get it fixed back in your college town, where the mechanics were running a freaking mafia ring with the prices they charged students; there was no way you could afford it.

Luckily for you, your father’s best friend Eren was quite good with cars.

When you arrived back home on a late Saturday afternoon, you parked into the empty space on the right side of the driveway. The space to the left, in front of the open garage, was occupied by Eren’s car, a familiar red classic car that he built piece-by-piece as a hobby over the years. You glanced at it briefly as you exited the car, making a mental note to yourself with a sly smile on your face that Eren must be here. For a moment you stood next to the passenger door after you closed it, fixing up your clothes in the side view mirror: pulling up your shorts so they hugged the curve of your ass. Pushing up your bra under your tank top just a little more. Pulling the neckline of your tank top a little lower for some more cleavage – you know, nothing too conspicuous.

You looked up at your house, noticing your father’s car in the open garage. The hood was up, and your father was inside the driver’s seat, fumbling with the dash and muttering curse words at the steering wheel. Below the car, a pair of dark jeans adorning long legs, punctuated with a pair of worn-out sneakers. You couldn’t see who it was, with only the legs poking out from beneath the hood of the car, but you had a good feeling it was the man who was always sticking around to help out your dad: Eren Jaeger.

Your dad didn’t see you when you walked up to the hood of the car. With the hood open, you were obscured from your father’s view. Eren was working on something underneath the car, who knows what, when he heard the tapping of footsteps approaching. He lifted his head, just slightly, but he could only see calves and a pair of sneakers. But his best friend only had one child, his wife long passed, so those feminine legs could only belong to one person: you.

He dropped his wrench and slid out from under the car, his back on one of those boards with wheels. When he slid out he saw you standing there, staring back at him with a smile. From his angle, he got a nice view of your long legs and the underside of your tits. Nice.

“Hey,” he greeted you with your name, the sound of it always coming out sweet like honey, those green eyes sparkling even in the shadow that you cast onto him as you blocked the sun with your body. “Back from school?”

“Yeah, home sweet home.” Your eyes held his gaze for a moment before they dared to travel lower. With the sweltering heat, of course he was shirtless, abs rippling with his movements, his chiseled arms covered in sweat and motor oils. Of course, even with him in his 30s, he’d have a toned body that your classmates would be jealous of. Of course those jeans of his would sit low on his hips, your eyes hitching on that delectable happy trail of his. Of fucking course your dad’s friend was still too hot for you to function. Sometimes you hoped you’d come back from university and you’d come back to him finally looking his age. But that hasn’t happened yet, and doesn’t seem like it will, either.

Oh and of course Eren would catch you staring every single time. Not that he minded. He only smiled in silent acknowledgement of you undressing him with your eyes. And then it was his turn to undress you with his eyes because, frankly, the tiny amount of clothes you wore today needed to be appreciated.

Your father’s voice calling your name suddenly thundered in the otherwise silent garage, cutting short whatever the hell you two were doing with those bedroom eyes. You tore your gaze away from Eren to look up at your father, who had climbed out of the driver’s seat and come over to you for a hug.

“I missed you, honey,” he said, embracing you tightly. Your face was smooshed against his sweaty t-shirt. He smelled of booze. Must have been drinking.

“Dad, gross. You’re sweaty,” you protested, wedging your palms between your bodies and using them to push him away. He laughed, and when you pushed him away you noticed a beer can in his hand.

“That any way to greet your old man? Oh, and Eren’s here,” he gestured with his beer can to Eren, as if he didn’t realize you could see Eren as clear as day on the floor. You dad was a bit clueless most of the time, never catching onto the unspoken thing going on between his best friend and his daughter. Or maybe he was drunk, you thought, looking over at the number of empty cans on the ground by the car.

“Yeah I saw, dad,” you turned to Eren, “How’s it going Mr. Jaeger?”

Eren rolled his eyes, shooting you a look. “It’s Eren.”

“Right,” you said with a teasing grin.

Your father piped up, his speech just slightly slurred, “My car’s dead right now, Eren came over to check it out. How’s it look, Eren?”

Eren piped up from his spot on the ground, “Not good. We’re gonna have to order a part for it, so it might be out of commission for a few days.”

Your father turned towards you, “I might need to borrow your car to get to w-work.” He hiccuped when he croaked out the word work.

“Aw come on, dad,” you complained, “But I was going to meet up with my old friends from high school on monday.”

Eren quickly said, “I can give you a ride, if you want. I’m off Monday.”

Your eyes flickered down towards him, a look filled with a thousand words in his eyes. Was he suggesting something?

Your father said, “See! It works out!” He was talking a bit too loudly for you standing right before him, but okay. He’s definitely drunk.

You sighed, “Okay. But the A/C’s broken.”

Eren got up, pushing off the rolling board, and stood next to you. He grabbed a nearby towel and wiped down his hands, turning the towel a darker color with the stains of motor oil. “I can fix that, show me.”

Your father, wiping the sweat from his brow, said “I’m gonna head inside and get a drink. It’s so damn hot outside. Have Eren check on the A/C for you.”

“Okay, dad.”

You knew your dad was a sleepy drunk. You figured he was probably going to go lay down on the couch and knock out. He walked to the door in the back of the garage. You and Eren watched as he turned the door knob and then headed inside. Once your dad was out of sight, Eren took a step closer to you, close enough to have you leaning over the exposed hood of your father’s car.

“Wanna show me?” He asked, wedging a leg between your thighs as you were pressed against the hood of the car.

For a second your mind blanked out, not sure exactly what he was referring to. He chuckled.

“The A/C, sweetheart.” He said, brushing the back of his hand up your thigh, before pulling away and sauntering over to the car. You blinked back, dazed, eyes trained on the muscles of his broad back, following him the short distance to your car.

“Yeah, the A/C’s broken,” you said, stepping in front of him. You opened the driver’s seat door, and he stood closely behind you as you bent down at the waist to insert the key into the ignition. With you bent over and him behind you, this position was less than ideal and it was giving Eren thoughts. For a second he pondered tossing you into his car and taking you right then. But he practiced some self-restraint.

You turned on the car and played with the A/C dials. As you were bent over, your torso inside of the car, your legs standing straight, you felt his hand brush over your ass. It stayed there, fingers touching where your shorts ended and your asscheeks began.

He’s getting bold, you thought to yourself. Eren was always one to share teasing looks and the occasional touch. But he’d never let his touch linger. What was different about today?

Eren’s friendship with your father started a couple of years ago, your dad starting at a new job while you were away freshman year, and Eren being a coworker that he came to befriend. They grew very close immediately, bonding over practically anything: music, sports, other boring shit that you didn’t care about. You never cared at all about your dad’s friends, to be honest. At least, not until you met Eren in person.

That first summer that you came home from school was when your father had introduced him to you. You were home one day, lounging around in a t-shirt and shorts (no bra because who wears a bra at home?), when you made your way downstairs to grab a snack from the fridge. But you couldn’t even make it all the way down the stairs, because the sight at the bottom nearly paralyzed you.

You never expected your father’s friend to be so hot.

He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, having just walked in the front door and chatting with your father, when he heard your footsteps coming down. Before you could see him, he saw you and your silky smooth pair of legs, his eyes trailing upwards until he caught a glimpse of your face. He’d told himself that, no, he did not notice the way your breasts bounced beneath your t-shirt as you went down the stairs. Nope. No he didn’t. Okay, maybe he did.

You were looking down at your feet as you made your way down the steps, only stopping at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, paired with the sight of an unfamiliar man. When you two locked eyes, it was like time froze.

Quickly your father said, “Honey, this is one of my friends from work. Eren Jaeger.”

He then turned to Eren, “This is my daughter I told you about.”

Eren was quick to recuperate, waving a hand as greeting, thinking to himself that, fuck, he expected some kind of snot-nosed brat, maybe a school-aged kid. Not some 20-year-old who looked like that.

You waved back, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Jaeger.”

“Call me Eren,” he corrected you, once you made it down to the bottom of the stairs.

“Okay, Eren.” You smiled as you stuck a hand out for him to shake it.

And with the sight of your smile, he was a goner.

Eren was not very good at resisting temptations.

Temptations came in all forms: wasting money on more parts for his classic car; eating too many scoops of ice cream on a friday night; having one too many beers at the bar with his friends. But the worst one was you.

See, the more time you spent around your dad’s best friend, the more you noticed the looks. It was only looks, at first. But you, someone who was admittedly a bit of a spoiled daddy’s girl, you were not used to being told no. There weren’t things that you wanted that you couldn’t have – Eren being one of them, of course. So when Eren would look, you would look back. At first Eren was shocked, that when his eyes would start down at your thighs, his gaze would meet yours once it reached your face. He knew that you knew that he was checking you out. And you knew that he knew when you would check him out. It became a game, almost. Who could stare at who while your dad didn’t notice. Eren tried to resist this game, him being the older one here, he should have known better.

But like we said, he’s not very good at resisting temptations. Especially in the form of a sexy girl going to a spring break party.

You were such a tease, though you weren’t trying to be. A saturday night with your dad and his friends drinking beers in the living room, as they screamed and shouted at the sports game on the tv – that was a normal occurrence in the house. What wasn’t normal was the fact that you were going out that night. The drunk men gathered around the TV paid you no mind as you walked down the stairs, a tiny figure-hugging dress adorned on your body. Well, except for Eren. He definitely paid you mind. His eyes, locked-on like a cat with a laser pointer, watched as you made your way down and turned into the kitchen. By some kind of impulse, maybe liquid courage, he shot up and followed you. He tried to stand there casually as you opened the fridge to take out a bottle of soda, palming his sweaty hands against his jeans.

“Going out tonight?” He asked, eyes trained on your figure as you paid attention to the glass on the counter, pouring your soda.

“Yeah, meeting up with some friends. Why?” You turned to face him, and his eyes immediately dropped to your cleavage. God he was terrible at this. You resisted the urge to laugh.

“You wouldn’t be meeting up with guys would you?” Eren asked, a teasing sound to his voice. You giggled and it immediately brought a smile to his face.

“What, did my dad tell you to ask me that?” You laughed, opening the fridge once more to put the soda back in. You bent over to put the soda on a bottom shelf, and Eren scooted closer. His mouth was practically watering, with you bent over like that… he wondered what you would feel like. He just wanted to know. Maybe a light touch, and he’d find out. Just one touch, he told himself.

He came up behind you, just the lightest brush of his palm against your ass, before he parked his hand at the small of your back. You were about to close the fridge, but his free hand came around to yank it open wider.

“Just wondering, ‘is all. I’m gonna grab a beer, ‘scuse me.”

For a moment you froze, your eyes tilting up towards the brunette while he reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle. Then he removed his hand, taking a step back and closing the fridge.

“I mean… there might be guys there,” you said, looking up at him from behind your long fake lashes, “are you gonna tell my daddy?”

Daddy… he gulped. Why’d you have to say it like that?

“I—“

You cut him off by placing a manicured hand on his forearm, rubbing your palm down his arm. Your long nails just slightly dragged over his skin. His breath caught in his throat at your touch.

“I told him it’s just a party with my friends. I’ll be a good girl, don’t you worry about it Eren.”

He stood there gaping, stuttering his lips open and closed like a fish, while you moved to drink your soda, eyes trained on his face as you lifted the glass. His eyes moved to the red lipstick stain on the rim when you pulled away and placed the glass down on the counter. You stood before him, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes.

“You won’t tell him, right? It’ll be our little secret.” He felt your finger tap his chest, keeping it there as you stared up at him with a wink. He wrapped his hand around your finger. The other hand dropped back down, just lightly brushing the fabric of your dress at your waist.

“Yeah. Our secret,” he agreed, his voice low as his eyes searched yours. The tension was ridiculous. You were no longer talking about this silly party, the way your hands both just lightly touched what they couldn’t have. The grip around your finger tightened, “By the way?”

“Yeah?”

He leaned down, lowering his voice further, so hushed that you could barely hear him over the loud sports game in the other room. “You look good.”

You saw his emerald eyes look down towards your cleavage and back up to your face, before letting go of your hand and turning away, picking up the cold beer on the counter. You swung back the last sip of your soda, setting the glass back down on the counter. Before you left the room, you took one last look at Eren. He was still staring at you, a predatory look in those snake eyes of his as he leaned against the wall.

As you passed him on the way out of the room, you said to him, low enough for only his ears. “You look good too.”

Resistance was futile.

That one night started many many more exchanges like those, as if the dam holding you both back broke that night. A brush of his hand against your chest, perhaps a hand at your waist, even escalating to suggestive words — even the sight of him would make your heart race. But you waited, patiently. You wouldn’t be the one to make a move, you enjoyed being chased.

And Eren was enjoying the chase. You both knew what was happening here. The only fool here was your father — oblivious to the way his best friend was one word away from snapping and fucking his daughter dumb. Eren found himself looking forward to the times you were home from university, making excuses to come over to your home. He was lucky he was quite the handyman.

Today was one such excuse — he knew from talking to your father at work that he’d been having car troubles. And he also knew that you were coming home today, your father beaming about it at work. So why not kill two birds with one stone? He knew your father would fall asleep after having one too many beers – he’d done it almost every time the boys would get together for a game. Your father made it too easy for him.

Suddenly Eren’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You were still bent forward into the car, doing nothing but staring blankly in front of you.

“Hey, why don’t you let me take a look?” He asked, his hand now gracing the back of your thigh, his body leaning over yours. He was so close the back of your legs were brushing against the fabric of his jeans.

“Okay.” You said, moving back out of the car. The action of you moving back brought your hips flush to the man behind you, and on instinct his two hands were at your hips. He briefly held you like that, your hips pressed against his crotch with you bent over, and with a gasp you realized you could feel the cause of the tent in his jeans. You rose quickly, your left hand holding onto the car door for support, and he removed his hands from your body as quickly as he had placed them there in the first place.

He sat down in the passenger seat without a word, a hand up to the air vents to feel for any sign of cold air: nothing. He then bent down and reached for the lever to open the hood of your car. You stood next to him, watching his movements. After pulling the lever and getting your hood open, he turned towards you, looking up at you expectantly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I kinda need to get out and you’re standing in the way. Unless you’re trying to crawl in here with me?”

He said it with a laugh. He was joking, at least he meant for it to sound like he was joking. You looked down at his chest, still shirtless and glistening with sweat. You forced yourself not to look lower where you knew his pants would be, um… still quite tight.

“Is that an invitation, Mr. Jaeger?”

For a moment you both just stared. Who would move first? Who would speak first? It felt like neither of you moved even a hair, your question hanging there unanswered.

He stared, taking in your features: your hair thrown up in a high ponytail, wisps of hair out because you’d been driving for hours with the window open. Just the slightest bit of sweat on your brow because of the heat. Your eyes, full of determination, so clear in the shining summer sun, challenging him, daring him to say yes. Those lips, pretty, plump, and twisted up in a teasing smirk. This was the bluntest you’ve ever been with him. Perhaps you were at the end of your rope like he was.

And you stared, taking in all the features of his face: his messy mop of brown hair, ruffled because he was working under your dad’s car, tied into what started out as a bun on the back of his head, now half a bun with locks of hair falling out and framing his face. Those thick brown eyebrows, higher on his forehead due to his surprise at your daring question. His plump lips, wet because his tongue just darted out to lick them over as he contemplated his answer. And of course, those stupid pretty eyes of his, searching yours for any hints of doubt. He knew from the years of build up to this moment that there wouldn't be. But still, consent was crucial.

“Do you want it to be?”

You finally gave him that one word: the one that, as we said, was going to make him snap and fuck you dumb.

“Yes.”

What happened after that was a blur. Who kissed who first? You couldn’t say even if a gun was held to your head, but that kiss was fucking incredible. Perhaps years of waiting was worth it, because no one had ever kissed you like that. A kiss so hot and heavy, his hand on the back of your neck, pulling into him. You felt like you were falling into a fucking abyss, the way he stole your breath and every moan that followed. Who the fuck gave him the right to kiss like that? You were almost angry – the way he’s been teasing you for so long and holding out like this? The nerve.

But you couldn’t stay mad, not when his tongue was deep in your mouth and his hands were grabbing fistfuls of your ass. Your hands carded through Eren’s locks, and a low growl ripped from his throat when you tugged on them. You weren’t sure how much more time you spent kissing and grabbing at each other – a few minutes? An hour? – but when your brain finally cleared of its fog you found yourself on his lap in the driver’s seat of your car, grinding your hips down onto him, his hands at your hips guiding you.

“Eren,”  you said, voice breathy and whiny, as his lips trailed your collarbone.

“Yeah?” He asked, his lips glued to your skin. He could taste just a hint of salt from your sweat. But he was sweaty too, it was hot as fuck outside. Not that he cared.

Some sort of clarity had hit your mind and you asked, “What if my dad comes back?”

Eren let out a low chuckle, the hot breath from his nose fanning against your throat, before going back to your skin. “He won’t.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Your dad’s wasted. He’s probably asleep by now,” his lips traced paths up your throat, settling for that dip between your jaw and your ear.

“Then let’s go inside, please.”

He pulled away to peer into your eyes, to check if you had changed your mind. They were clouded with lust, begging as you grinded against him once more.

“Why?”

You hooked a finger under his necklace, pulling him closer. Hovering above his now bruised lips, you said, “so you can fuck me.”

Sneaking past your father was surprisingly easy. He really was knocked out on the couch, an empty beer can in his hand over his chest, snoring the rest of the afternoon away. While Eren washed his hands and re-tied his hair, you waited on your bed. You almost expected it to be awkward when he returned to you, but when he crawled in between your legs you picked up right where you left off, breathless kisses and wanton moans, loud and unabashed, reverberating against the four walls of your bedroom. Once your dad was asleep, there was no waking him up, not that either of you cared. All you cared about was hearing more of those sexy moans of his, feeling more of his skin, tasting more of those lips. Your hands scrambled at the button of his jeans, fumbling to get them open while your lips were captured between his teeth. You grunted in frustration when you couldn’t get him free, making him chuckle.

“Can’t wait to have my cock, can you?” he teased, his own hand coming down to do the work for you. He unbuttoned his jeans, his pants sitting low on his hips. But he made no move to take them off just yet.

“Eren, please,” you begged.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” You could hear the smugness in his voice. Yes, he was desperate to finally be inside you, but hearing you beg just a little first wouldn’t hurt.

“I want your cock inside me, daddy,” you mewled, your hands pawing at the sides of his pants, peeling them down off his hips.

When his jeans and boxers were down to his mid-thigh, his dick was finally free, rock hard and glistening with precum, ready just for you. He ached with anticipation. You licked your lips, every hair on your body on edge as you waited for him to move.

He settled in between your parted legs, sitting on his knees, lazily pumping his cock with his fist. His eyes scanned your body, your clothing discarded some time ago while he kissed you, his gaze settling on your cunt, soaked, waiting, just waiting for him. He’d normally take his time, let you cum on his tongue, or perhaps on his fingers, but with your father downstairs and the years of waiting for this moment, he wanted, no, he needed his cock inside you immediately. He couldn’t wait much longer.

You moaned as he teased the head up and down your folds, skin glazing over your clit over and over. He has been a tease since day one, and hell even now he was fucking teasing.

“Please, put it in,” you asked, hands coming up to grip tightly on his shoulders.

“So impatient,” he grinned, pretending as if he wasn’t just as impatient, and suddenly he rammed himself inside, one full thrust so hard you had to blink back tears.

“Oh my god!” you couldn’t help but yell, the force of his movement jolting you against the bed.

He paused after that one single thrust, his cock buried inside, to push your legs back until your thighs were pressed to your chest, his hands holding down your legs by the ankles. He leaned into your ear, his voice so low and deep it sent shivers up your spine.

“Now, baby… I want you to tell your daddy downstairs who’s your daddy. I want you to take my fucking cock like a good fucking girl, yeah?”

You were so shocked by his words, yet feeling so fucking stuffed, so turned on, you simply nodded, tightening your grip on his shoulders. And suddenly he was moving, not an ounce of effort wasted on starting slow, his grip on your ankles tight, his hips crashing into you and balls smacking against your skin with every thrust. You were whimpering, moaning, tears welling in the corners of your eyes – everything at once, because he was absolutely ruining you. He’d been waiting years to do so, afterall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, words squeezed out between gritted teeth.

You were both covered in sweat all over again, though for different reasons now, your body pressed deep into your mattress as his body hovered over yours, pounding over and over and over. A mixture of curse words, his name, daddy, and whatever unintelligible gibberish came out of your mouth, all choked out of your hoarse throat as he moved, your nails marking red crescents into his shoulders. His hair was falling out of his bun once more, locks falling against your skin, painting it like a brush with each thrust. You locked eyes for a moment, only long enough until you couldn’t stand it, the animalistic look in his eyes so striking you had to look away or you’d be eaten whole.

He let go of one of your ankles to bring a thumb to your clit, rubbing it with the pad of his finger as you squeezed around him. He moved, both his hips and his fingers, watching as you approached your peak. He could see it in the way your eyes rolled back in your head before squeezing shut, your lips parted in the cutest form of the letter ‘O’, your toes curled in the air. He could hear it in the way your moans turned to high pitched ‘ohs’ and your breath got ragged. And he could feel it, in the way your walls squeezed him with no fucking mercy. You were cumming, cumming so hard on his cock you were fucking crying, full drops of tears streaming down your pretty face.

“Daddy’s girl’s a little crybaby is she?” he teased, but you didn’t care, your mind way out in orbit, trying desperately to come back to this atmosphere. You weren’t even close to coming back down when suddenly he flipped you over, face pressed into the sheets, ass in the air.

He gave your ass a good slap before stuffing his cock right back in, hands reaching out to tease and tug at your nipples. You yelped in pain as he tugged them harder, snapping his hips against your ass, so hard your whole body moved up against the sheets.

“Ah–Daddy, fuck!” you whined, the new angle pushing him deeper inside you than before.

He smacked your ass once more, “Louder, I know you can baby.”

At this point you’d forgotten all about your father downstairs, so caught up in this moment with Eren, that when he asked you to be louder there wasn’t a reason in the world for you to stop yourself. He was jackhammering away at your poor cunt, the only thing holding your hips in place was his vice grip on them, the rest of your body limply pressed into the mattress, your screams muffled into the sheets. Eren was saying something about stuffing your cunt with his cum, but you couldn’t make out the words, so thoroughly fucked dumb you couldn’t even think to process what he was saying.

With only whines and mumbles left pouring out of your lips, he laughed between his heavy breaths. “Fucked you dumb, did I?”

Eren was about to continue to run his mouth, when suddenly outside the door were heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

Snapped out of your trance, you propped yourself up with the palms of your hands. “Shit, shit, shit,” you whispered. But Eren didn’t stop – you’d gone tighter around him, the little slut that you were, getting turned on by the thought of getting caught. He could feel himself getting closer, too. Fuck, he needed to cum. He couldn’t stop now.

“Eren, Eren,” you panicked as the footsteps got closer.

“Not now baby, daddy’s about to cum.”

“No, daddy’s about to come up here!” you whispered harshly.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna–”

A knocking came from the door.

“Honey, are you okay? Heard some noises coming from up there,” you father said from across the door.

You looked back at Eren, panicked. He didn’t stop moving, only mouthing the word ‘answer’.

“I’m okay, d-dad,” you answered, a thrust that hit your cervix causing you to stutter.

“Have you seen Eren? His car’s still here,” he said, and Eren resisted the urge to chuckle at your father’s stupidity, cursing under his breath at the feeling of his cock dragging across your tight cunt. He was desperately trying to stave off his orgasm but his balls were clenching with the need to cum.

“Nope! Maybe he’s out-outside.”

“Alright, I’ll head out to check,” your father said, and you listened to the sound of his footsteps retreating back down the stairs. God he was really oblivious, wasn’t he?

Meanwhile the orgasm Eren was holding back hit him like a truck. He came, with his head thrown back and expletives escaping his lips in harsh groans, spilling his hot seed into you with no remorse. He held your body still, looking back down to watch as he pulled out, his cum trickling out down your cunt and thighs, wetting the sheets below. He fucked his cum back into you, once, twice, just mesmorized in the way it coated his length.

“Fuck, I made a mess of your pussy,” he chuckled, finally pulling out for good, releasing his hold on your hips and letting you fall down to rest on your sheets.

“That’s not the only thing thats a fucking mess,” you muttered into the sheets, completely spent. “Holy fuck.”

Eren sat on his knees for a moment, catching his breath. For a moment you thought you were both safe, sharing a lazy smile from across the bed.

That was, until the footsteps returned, growing louder again with each step.

“Shit.”

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guilty pleasures

pairings: levi ackerman x fem!reader

summary: you absolutely despise your Captain. why? because you can't stop thinking about him

warnings: NSFW/smut content ahead, 18+ only! strong/vulgar language, blowjob, exhibitionism

word count: 2.1k

a/n: yikes.. i kinda got carried away on this one :D

"You're pulling your punches, brat. Get into better form!" The cold and commanding voice of your captain makes a scowl form on your face, and you readjust your already perfect stance. Jean comes lunging forward with raised fists, and you skillfully duck under his attack, grabbing one of his extended arms and throwing him to the ground with ease, trapping his body under yours and using your free hand to push his face angrily into the dirt. Physically, he's probably much stronger than you—but he's not agile or fast enough to outmaneuver your attacks. Cheers from your teammates erupt around you, and you help Jean up from the ground.

"WOAH that was so cool! Could you teach me how to do that?" Christa’s small voice is filled with awe, and you offer a heartwarming smile.

"I'd be glad to, as soon as we're done-" Your voice is cut off by your captain’s, and you try to resist the urge to rush over and punch him straight in his annoyingly perfect face.

"As soon as she's done fixing her sloppy form. You'll be practicing with Mikasa until she says you've done a good enough job. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Your voice is dripping with anger, and Mikasa glances at you with a nervous smile.

"The rest of you are dismissed." He walks away but you manage to shoot him a glare into his icy grey eyes before he turns. He remains expressionless, and continues on like you don't even exist.

"Fuck him." You curse under your breath, and Mikasa places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Don't mind him... remember, he's like this with everyone."

Yeah, like this with everyone.

You would beg to differ. There's some hate that the captain has towards you that's stronger than anyone else. It's not like you don't hate him back. But there’s something about him that draws you in—his calculating grey eyes that you get lost in when he’s talking, his lips that look so incredibly soft yet never smile for anyone, his perfect face, hardened by years of experience yet you know it’s capable of showing emotion.

But all that aside—you absolutely hate him.

“I don’t know what captain was talking about, y/n. Your form is basically perfect, better than anyone I’ve seen.” You help Mikasa up from the soft ground for the hundredth time, the moon already high in the sky. Rubbing your eyes and sore joints from the day's activities, the two of you say your goodbyes and you beeline for your room. Collapsing onto your bed into a heap, your eyes flutter closed and you slip into a deep slumber, letting the constantly present images of your captain drift in and out of your mind.

~

“Y/N!!!” Practically launching yourself out of bed at the loud and worried voice, you rub your eyes tiredly, sleep still fogging your thoughts.

“What is it…” you have to look hard to see the blonde standing in front of you. “…Armin?” He only grabs your hand, shoving your jacket in your face and dragging you out the door.

“You’re late. And captain’s pissed.” As you pass one of the many windows in the building, you see that it’s still dark outside.

“But it’s not even time for training yet!” Armin ignores you and keeps a firm grip on your hand as you walk down the stairs and outside into the cool air.

“I don’t know what he wants to do with us, but I don’t think it’s going to be easy.” Armin squeezes your hand lightly, and turns back, offering a sweet smile. “I’m sure you’ll be fine though, you’re pretty good at everything.” You can’t help the smile appearing on your face in return, despite the fact that you’re still half asleep.

“Thanks Armin, but you’re pretty amazing at things too, you don’t give yourself enough credit.” He pushes the doors open with a chuckle, and the cold night air sends a shiver down your spine. You’re thankful that Armin has a firm grip on your hand—he seems to be radiating heat, and warming you up in the process. You can faintly see the group up ahead, aside from a few people, who you assume are on their way.

“Armin! Y/n!” Your head turns at the sound of voices behind you, and Eren and Mikasa run up to the two of you. “Do you know what’s happening?” Armin shakes his head, and you speak up.

“Nope, we know as much as you guys. Apparently Levi’s pissed about something.” The four of you approach the group, and Levi is standing there, arms crossed, in front of the rest of the group. You notice his eyes flick down to yours and Armin’s joined hands, but he shows no emotion or reaction, but you do see his jaw tighten.

“Is that the last of you? Good.” You drop Armin’s hand and you all turn to face him. “I’ve noticed the utter lack of effort given during training recently. I understand we got back from an unsuccessful reconnaissance trip not that long ago and lost some soldiers, but that is no excuse. Usually I could care less about things like this, but we’re heading off on another trip soon, and I need all of you to be prepared.”

Your face falls when he gestures to the thick forest next to the small castle the Scouts use as your temporary headquarters.

“I want you to run through the forest three times, all the way to the other side. Moblit is waiting there and you need to check in with him. I don’t expect this to take more than an hour. Tick tock, Scouts.” Everyone lets out a groan and takes off into the forest. It takes Mikasa around 10 minutes to run to one side of the forest, but you could do it probably closer to five. And plus, you shouldn’t exert yourself physically without stretching first.

And there’s no way in hell I’m running for fun in these uniforms. I’ll probably cook to death.

Levi raises an eyebrow at you from where he's standing, wondering what you're doing. You shed your jacket, throwing it into the grass. The ODM gear around your chest comes off next, followed by your shirt, until you're left wearing just a sleeveless top. Since there's such strict rules about ODM gear, you slip it back on quickly. Looking up to see Levi staring at you, you give him a confused look before beginning to stretch. He continues to watch you, baffled, before speaking up.

“Quite cocky, aren't you, y/n?” You shrug, continuing to stretch out your legs, a small smirk playing on your lips. He approaches you, arms crossed over his chest, and leans down so his face is close to yours. “I’d get going if I were you.” You scoff at his remark, getting angrier by the second.

“How about you make me, captain.” Your heart stops at what you just said. You didn’t mean for that to come out of your mouth, that was supposed to stay in your head. Levi’s hand closes around your wrist and he pulls you towards the forest, but not where the other Scouts went in. When you’re far enough away that you can’t be seen from the path, Levi pushes you against a tree, and your heart skips a beat.

“You really piss me off, huh, y/n?” He leans forward and ghosts his lips over yours, and your knees go weak. “But there’s something about you that I can’t shake, and it’s driving me insane.” He finally lets his lips connect with yours, and you savour the moment, never wanting it to end. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, letting out a tiny gasp when the bulge in his pants presses into you.

“See y/n? Look what you to do me...” He growls in your ear and you drop down from his embrace, grabbing him by the collar. You flip him around so his back is now pressed into the tree, and let a tiny smirk sneak onto your lips.

“I think I can help fix that.” You drop to your knees and skillfully unclasp all the ODM gear around his waist, getting past the belt to the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to his ankles, palming his erection through his boxers. The sigh that slips out of his lips makes your stomach turn flips, and you run your fingers along the skin just above where you know he needs you, and he reaches down and grips your wrists.

“Don’t be a little tease, y/n.” You smirk up at him but obey, pulling down his boxers, his length springing up. You notice it twitch when the cool outside air hits it, and that prompts you to take it in your hand, pumping it slowly, occasionally brushing your thumb over the sensitive tip.

You run your tongue along the bottom of his cock, relishing in the way he’s biting down on his lips to hold back the noises threatening to slip out of his pretty mouth. Wrapping your lips around his head, he begins to get impatient and grips onto your hair, pushing his length farther into your mouth. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, but it’s all worth it for the shaky groan that comes out of Levi’s mouth.

“F-fuck...” He bucks his hips upward into your mouth, picking up speed as he chases his high. Your breaths are quick through your nose, and you can feel the wetness pooling in your panties. Saliva drips down your bottom lip and onto the grass, and one of your hands clamps onto Levi’s thigh so you keep your balance. Your other hand flies down to your clothed cunt, stroking it through your pants. You moan on his cock, and Levi’s brain almost short-circuits, and he can feel his high just out of his reach. His heart is racing at a million miles an hour, and you’re the only think he can think of right now, and how pretty you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

The fire pooling in your core is spreading through your entire body, and your head feels all fuzzy. Your fingers press into the growing wet spot on your pants, desperate for any sort of friction. You can tell Levi’s close to his high, he’s becoming more and more vocal and the grip on your hair tightens.

“Ah- y/n...” His hips stutter and you feel his hot load shoot down your throat, a thousand curses tumbling out of his mouth. You force yourself to swallow before taking a breath, and he pulls his cock out of your mouth. Your lungs suck in air like you haven’t breathed in hours, and you sit back on your knees. Levi’s lips are on yours immediately, removing your jacket and fiddling with your belt. He runs kisses down your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, and tiny whimpers are sneaking out of your swollen lips. He finally gets your belt off and is about to move to the button on your pants when voices ring out in the night. Your eyes widen and so does your captain’s, and you both leap to your feet.

“Shit. They’re back already?” Levi says under his breath, and a small smile plays on your lips, butterflies returning to your stomach.

That means he wanted to spend more time with me.

You grab your jacket off the ground and pull it on, fixing your belt and the rest of your gear, and Levi does the same. You both sprint back towards the edge of the forest, just making it to the same spot as earlier before the group breaks from the trees. You’re sitting down, out of breath, and Levi’s standing a good distance away from you, trying to hide his own tiredness.

“We’re done, captain.” Armin catches his breath, and Levi waves them away.

“Head back to bed. We’re starting training the same time tomorrow. And don’t expect me to go easy on you.” The group starts to head back to the castle, all worn out, but you stand slowly, the fire still burning in your core.

“Y/n.” Levi calls out, and you turn back to see him walk up to you. “Come to my room tonight after everyone goes to bed.” You nod, and he turns and goes back towards the forest, probably to meet Moblit.

“Hey! Are you coming y/n?” Armin’s voice rings out, and you raise your head.

“Yeah!” You turn and take one last look at Levi before jogging ahead to the rest of the group.

chastity

cw: levi x afab reader, submissive and breedable levi, ceo levi, blowjobs, office sex, dirty talk

word count: 4.1k

this is dedicated to @bibblelevi <3 mainly because without them i would never have sparked the idea or become feral over sub levi :D

The cl ick click click of your kitten heels against the marble floors echoed throughout the brightly lit office building you walk through. At the end of the hall, a man welcomes you as he opens the door to the elevator up to the 20th floor. It’s not the first time he’s seen you, nor would it be the last.

On the way up that elevator, you ensured your makeup was flawlessly set, that every crease on your tight dress was smoothed out, especially along the low v-cut around your breast, and your hair was fluffed to perfection.

It’s around 3pm. You had the luxury of finding some time to waste and visit your boyfriend just a couple floors up. Throughout the year or so since he got this new job, it was always a pleasure to come pay him sporadic visits when you could.

And honestly, it was highly amusing to see the mesmerizing gape’s on his employer’s faces when you strutted through that work floor.

Everyone loved it when you came to visit. And when you say everyone, that includes the men, the women, and any other helpful staff needed to run such a wealthy business.

You bask in the information they share with you, claiming how soft your man has gone since the two of you had met. It made you blush the first time you heard it, as well as when you hear it now, years later.

When you step out of that elevator, you stop for just a second to small-talk with the floor’s receptionist. Petra, is her name. You’re sure she actually had a little crush on your man, but you couldn’t blame her. He’s such a catch.

Two younger men who also worked under your boyfriend, Eren and Jean, are always delighted to see you and happen to greet you at the reception’s desk. Their mouths practically leak with drool as you entertain them for a couple minutes. You follow them to their desks parallel to each other, leaning over their shoulders to see what they're working on, and giving them a whiff of your expensive perfume their boss buys for you.

“You look amazing today, miss.” Jean comments, leaning back in his chair while his eyes practically fuck you.

“Yeah, it’s a real treat, for sure.” Eren butts in with that iconic boyish grin on his face.

Their rivalry is so apparent, they even try to one-up each other in the compliments they give you. It’s laughable, but oh so cute.

It isn’t until you hear a click of the tongue that the boys straighten up in front of you. As you turn around, you’re delighted to see the man of the day. Dressed in a black slacks, a white button up shirt, and sleeves folded up to his forearms, you flutter your lashes at him.

Levi Ackerman. CEO of Scout’s Enterprise, owner of several hundred stocks, and most importantly owner of your heart, body and soul.

“Hi, baby.” You coo, reaching your hands out to place them on his chest and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Any attention you gave to the two boys behind you is long diminished now and reserved for your man.

Several snickers are heard around the cubicles as they watch you unfold your loving wrath on the important man. Levi takes hold of your hands and grimaces, giving you a knowing look. You know he doesn’t like when you coddle him in front of his employees, they tease him.

You just can’t help it though. You’re so inlove with him.

“Break time. Get some lunch.” He shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. “And leave me the fuck alone of my break, will ya?” He adds, narrowing his eyes at the youngins.

Levi places a hand dangerously low on your back as he leads you to his personal office. His large door closes behind you two, completely drowning out the conversations on the main floor. As you stride towards the mahogany desk, you take note of the stacks of papers, binders, cup holders meant for expensive pens labeled with Levi’s name, and a well dusted picture frame of you two from a while back.

You initially gave it to him as a joke, Levi hated taking pictures when you two met. One date, you managed to snap a picture with him, and you suppose he took a liking to it. You smile at the frame, taking it in your hands and reminiscing on the particular day it was taken.

“Have you eaten?” Levi asks, hands in his pockets and facing you. For 30, Levi still looks as handsome as he did when you met him years ago.

You shake your head. “I’m not very hungry.” You reply, placing the frame back down in it’s respectable spot.

Levi teeters over to you slowly, and you watch him like a hawk. A smile forms on your lips as he starts timidly wrapping his arms around you and pushing your face to his chest. “Missed you.” He murmurs.

You smirk. “What was that, dear?”

“You heard me, you brat.” He huffs, his breath is hot against the exposed part of your chest. “Don’t be silly.”

You giggle. “It’s not silly for a girl to want to hear her boyfriend misses her.”

“Mm.” He responds with a small noise, rubbing your back with his strong hands. He tilts his head back and takes a nice look at you.

“You look great.” He compliments, eyes hungrily staring at your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh, taking his hand in yours and placing it against your cheek.

Your love language is touch. Which was unfortunate at the beginning of your relationship because Levi could barely stand next to you when he met you. Now? He can’t keep his hands off of you for his nor your sake. Any time spent together, you’re practically begging for his touch. And slowly, he learned to adapt to that.

A sudden knock on the door earns a scowl from the ravenette. Rudely, he calls out to whoever's on the other side. “Who the fuck is it?”

A small, timid figure emerges from behind that door. A blonde with golden hair and a cute face. Armin, you think his name is.

“I’m— m’ really sorry, sir. I just need to get a signature on this before 3PM.” He recites with a soft voice, offering a clipboard towards his boss.

“Why wasn’t this brought earlier, Arlert?” Levi barks, snatching the clipboard from the blonde’s dainty hands. He takes one of those pens printed with his name and scribbles an unintelligible sort of cursive. He looks at you, probably to see if you can believe the audacity of this intern but is surprised when your eyes have gone into a roll.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Armin squeaks, he bows at Levi. “Uh— enjoy your lunch!” He squeaks, hightailing it out of the room as soon as he’s gotten what he’s needed and closing the door behind him.

Levi sighs, and turns back to you with a squint. “What’s up?”

You blink at him. “Hm?”

Levi gladly elaborates. “I must be blind or something or I caught you rolling your eyes when that brat was in here.”

You laugh. “Oh, that.”

Levi’s eye twitches as you fail to explain yourself. “Well?”

You move from Levi’s desk with a sigh. Levi Ackerman is such a respectable man. He's a role model, a businessman, a diamond in the rough, if you will. He talks big because he knows his worth, and everyone obeys him because they have no interest in ever crossing him.

Except you.

“Everyone was looking at you, you know?“ He says, interrupting your train of thought as he grabs your cheeks in the palm of one hand. You smile as you realize he’s trying to change the subject, nervously because you failed to give him an answer to his previous question.

“Yes,” You nod. ”They always do. Why? Bothered, baby?” Your words come out muffled and Levi chuckles at the plush of your face squished between his fingers.

“I don’t give a damn what you wear.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he lets go on your face.“But I do mind what those fucking idiots daydream about in their head.” He strides to stand behind his desk. “Stop entertaining those fuckers.”

You turn yourself around and stand. “Who? Eren and Jean?” You say innocently.

“I said fuckers, didn’t I?”

You chuckle. “You don’t have to be so mean to them.” You inform him, pushing some strands of hair from your face. “And besides, it’s fun. They’re very easy to fluster.” You mention, tip-toeing your fingers up his firm chest. He fights demons to focus on your face and not your breasts that are so perfectly displayed in front of him. “Kind of reminds me of someone, don’t you think?”

Levi’s not down for the get down. He tenses up, shakes his head and starts putting together some papers, ignoring you. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. It’s comical the way your voice sounds so pure, but your eyes say “don’t fuck with me.”

The ravenette says nothing. He simply shakes his head. “Mm.”

This makes you laugh, you just can’t help it. And as beautiful as your laugh is to your boyfriend, he knows when he’s made a mistake.

“Baby, you seem.. worked up.” You purr. The click of your heels on his floor lessen as you close in on him. Now, you’ve pushed him into a corner between his chair and you. You stand before him, ass pressed against his desk and a hand stationed to his chest.

You maintain eye contact with him like a predator hunts their prey.

“I’m starting to believe there is something bothering you.” You coo, looking him up and down and motioning him to take a seat in that big chair of his. He obeys, of course.

He sinks into submission as he’s guided into that leather. He bites his tongue, not wanting to mouth off because he knows the consequences of talking back. It’s part of the reason he’s at this point in the first place.

The truth is, he is bothered. It’s apparent with the way he feels blood rushing to his groin as he subconsciously spreads his legs.

“Baby.. it’s been three days. Can you please take it off?” He whines.

This pleases you in such a dark way, you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Oh, do you have manners now?” Your eyes trail down his body and lock on the small tent that has become more noticeable over the past minute.

Just under the fabric of his expensive slacks, and his expensive belt, encases a beautiful cock locked behind a chastity.

Levi grits his teeth as you stare down his pathetic face. He’s needy, and you don’t blame him. Your poor baby had been locked up for three days, that’s the longest he’s ever gone without a release.

“Well?” You taunt, kicking off your heels and settling on his desk. You work your feet up his pant leg, giggling at the way your stockings feel against the fabric. It tickles.

“I’m.. a little worked up.” He admits, watching how delicious your legs look in those black tights. He adores the way the sheen darkens where your legs and feet curve.

“And who’s fault is that?” Your feet make it’s detour toward his crotch. Gently, you hover your soles over his zipper and rub.

Levi grunts at just the smallest bit of friction. His hips buck, just like a bitch in heat. “It’s my fault.”

“What did you do wrong, Levi? Explain.” You ask, simultaneously adding more pressure to where he needs it most. It becomes a fun game of push and pull as he chases your touch with his pelvis.

“I was mean.” He mumbles. “But I’m sorry, I can be good now, I swear.” His pleads are like a symphony to your ears.

There’s nothing sexier than a man in a suit submitting to a little old you.

If you were less horny, and more capable of thinking straight, you’d probably tease him to death. But with Levi being locked up, you had to resort to toys to satisfy your needs and right now, you admit you need him just as much as he needs you.

“Really? You’ll be good?” You ask, extending your leg to land on his shoulder. He revels in your proximity and the view of lack of panties on your part.

“Yes, I p-promise.” He cries.

You slowly blink at his riled up figure, panting and red to the face. “Come show me how good that tongue is,” You spread your legs across his desk. “And then, we’ll talk about how good you’ve been.”

Levi is pouncing at you before you can even finish your sentence. He rushes to the floor, uncaring how rough the surface beneath his knees and goes straight to worshipping your soft legs.

He starts to kiss your calves, all while massaging your feet, relishing in the touch of your stockings. Slowly, he moves farther up your legs, making sure to not let a patch go unkissed. His lips are wet against the fabric, creating small patches of darkened cloth around your legs.

As he worships your bottom, your heart flutters at his determination to make you feel good. If there’s one thing Levi is known for, it's his will of paying attention to the things around him. Through this, he’s learned to be such an attentive lover to you, maybe too attentive at times but there’s no room to complain about that.

Levi knows what makes you tick and right now, you are ticking.

It was more a treat for him than you to decide to leave the house with no panties. Though you weren’t planning on having hot office sex on your boyfriend’s desk during his lunch break, you were thinking of the possibility. Luckily, Levi’s more than happy to have you in front of him all pretty like this. There’s something about the way your pussy being pressed against the lace of your tights that has him unable to stop himself from placing featherlight kisses on the area.

This act alone prys a small mew from your throat. His lips are so delicate against you.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, spreading your legs further apart. You find a comfortable position to place your legs on his shoulders and lean back on your elbows. You glance at his paperwork still lounging on his desk and chuckle. They’ll be long gone to the floor in no time.

Levi peers up at your face through the valley of your breasts, the sight only prompts him to kiss your pussy harder and needier. He moans against it, becoming frustrated he can’t actually feel it and roughly rips a whole in just the right place.

You raise a brow at him, slightly saddened for your stockings. He notices and blinks. “I’ll buy you a whole drawer of new ones.” He promises, then dives his tongue into your cunt.

The thought of promised clothing in your mind has vanished as you feel his hot tongue on you. “A-ah!” You squeak, surprised by the sudden pressure.

Levi smirks, then allows saliva to pool in his mouth and drip from his lips in an attempt to lather you up.

The way your pussy glistens in the light of his office sends waves of pleasure to his groin. He needs to get out of the cage and fast. And the assumed way is suspected to be by your pussy and his mouth.

Quickly, Levi flattens his muscle along your core, licking a nice and sensual stroke up and down to get you wanting more.

You buck your hips at him, beckoning for more and he gives it to you with no question. As he swirls around your folds, he grips your thighs harder to keep you still. You bring a hand to your mouth, trying your hardest to suppress the noises that dare escape your mouth.

“Fu—fuck. Baby, baby..” You whisper, nervously glancing at the door.

Had this not been your boyfriend’s job, you wouldn’t give a damn about making a peep. But even with people on their lunch break, there’s still a risk someone could have stayed behind.

Levi works your clit heavenly with circling fingers, causing your juices to escape your hole for only a quick second until his mouth is on it to eagerly lap up any spillage. He cycles this routine for minutes, causing you to nearly fall over the edge until he comes to an abrupt stop.

“You gotta take me out of this.” Levi whines, he places lazy kisses outside of your labia as he unbuckles his belt. “Please say you brought the key.”

You giggle at the sensation of his gentle lips against your puffy and aroused womanhood. “In my purse.” You mumble drunkenly, pointing to the corner of the room where your belongings lay. Levi quickly gets up, eager to be free as he rummages through the familiar bag. After all, he’s the one who bought you the purse.

He strides back to you, a silver key in, and hands the item to you. You take it with no begging and watch him undress his lower half. He looks at you once he’s finished, and you blink back.

His cock is strained against the metal, probably hot to the touch from wearing it for three days aside from bathing and using the restroom obviously. You bite your lips, smiling at the way it begs to be freed.

You dangle the metal key in your fingers. “I’m giving you one chance, baby.”

Levi nods in an instant, clearly ready to be free from the cage.

“Enough back talk, or next time, I’m leaving you in this for a week and forcing you to watch me fuck myself with my fingers.” You warn, scooting up to the edge of his desk and grabbing the lock.

“Am I making myself clear?” You firmly ask.

“Yes, ma’am.” He promptly answers.

There’s a small clicking noise, and then voila, he’s free.

Levi’s cock practically inflates and springs into action as he’s no longer under the metal restraint. He moans at your delicate touch pumping his reddened cock.

“So sensitive now, huh?” You tease him, rubbing your palm against the head of his dick.

He nods, knitting his brows together and moans. “F-fuck...shit.”

Levi leans back with you as you hop down from his desk, immediately falling to your knees and catching a glimpse of his enlightened face when he realizes what you’re doing. He shifts, walks back to his chair and plops down. His hand meets your cheek as you crawl over to his lap. There, you kiss his hips, then move to his definite v-line.

Levi’s a squirming mess beneath your touch. His dick is twitching in anticipation as you lick a small stripe up the underneath of his balls, something that drives him insane.

“Hah..” He pants profanities and other unintelligible words as you lap him up good.

You revel in his guttural moans, determined to induce a choir of sweet nothings to satisfy your ears. “You sound so precious, Levi.” You purr against his cock.

“Please..”

“Please what? What do you need?”

He whines as he feels the heat of your mouth barely grasping his length. “Please suck me..”

You chuckle. “You’re being so good, telling me what you want.”

He nods his head in agreement, but you’re sure he’s just too dumb to comprehend a proper answer. It’s adorable when he’s like this. So vulnerable and willing to be at your beck and call.

“Be good and stay still.” You tell him just before sinking your mouth around the tip of his cock.

He squirms, but he’s tolerating it as much as he can for being someone that’s been locked up for 72 hours.

Despite the wetness of your tongue, Levi’s soaked at his tip with pre cum. Levi is a leaker, and he used to be embarrassed about it up until you admitted how much you liked the taste of him. After that, he knew never to be ashamed of his bodily fluids. “So sweet.” You comment. “Like always.”

In a silent answer, Levi’s cock pulsates against your tongue. You hum around the length, letting the vibrations add the right amount of pleasure. He groans a little too loud.

“You better keep quiet, baby. Do you want everyone to hear you sounding like a whore?”

He whimpers as quietly as he can. He knows you’re right but you don’t have to sound so sexy while you tell him.

You slowly lower him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to help sheath any exposed cock that your mouth can’t quite get at the moment.

Levi shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as you start to bob your head around him. He’s in pure euphoria when you lazily grab his hand to snake through your hair.

Your hair is so soft in between his fingers. It fucks him up. You in general are just so soft and sweet, and being given the right to defile you actually makes him harder. He doesn’t mind being whored out by you, he could live the rest of his life happy this way.

You’re making a mess, and you’re making it fast. Spit and pre cum have spilled out from beyond your lips and dripped down his pelvis. The sensation tickles his balls, making him moan in bliss.

This alone has him close.

“Baby, I—“

You shush him as you come up for air. “I know, I know. You’re close, hm?”

His brows are knitted together when he nods a yes.

“Good. You know when to ask permission, right? Or are you too dumb off my mouth to remember?” You wait for his answer with your hands gliding up and down his slick cock. You even rub a thumb against his slit.

He struggles to answer but eventually, he lets out a, “I can.. I can remember.”

“Good boy.”

He can hear the smile on your lips.

Nothing prepared him for the way you latch onto his cock and suck the soul out of him. With your hand preoccupied with his balls, you have no way to stop the way he grips your hair in both hands and whines. Your tongue swirls around any veins you can find, and tears start to shed as you push your throat’s limits into fitting his beautiful cock down your windpipe.

The tightness of your throat winds him up. He has no control of the way he throbs and swells around you.

“I— Can I, fuck, can I cum?” He cries, loud and uncaring for who hears.

“Cum for me, Levi.” You reply roughly as you tear away from his cock. You’re back around him in an instant as he shakes deeper down your throat.

“A—ah fuck!” He yelps, keeping your head still with his grip as he cums hard with an insane shudder. His seed travels hot and thick down your throat, with the remaining liquid dripping down his tip when you pull away to swallow.

Levi’s is fucked out on his chair, spewing absolute nonsense as you lap up whatever cum you’ve missed. He traces along the side of your face with his fingers, smiling and content.

“I love you.” He gushes, voice hoarse and deep.

You smile into his palm, nuzzling his strong hand. “I love you.” You whisper back.

With a couple seconds to recoup, Levi is quick to stand and bring you with him. His stamina startled you in the beginning of your relationship, but now, you’ve learned he only needs so long before he’s up and running again.

Levi discards his papers on his desk with a flick and makes room to place you down comfortably. He kisses you with great passion, taking your breath away as well as your right to speak. You mumble a noise against his plush lips.

“Hm?” He mumbles.

“Lunch break is almost over.” You reply, an anxious smile takes over your mouth.

“It’s fine.” He insists. He places soft kisses against the sensitive part of your neck, instantly pushing you into submission. “It’s your turn now, kitten.”

imagine levi coming home from work, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to just spend time with his lovely housewife and daughter but its already late at night so he goes to take a shower and when he reaches the bed, his wife pulls him close and hugs his head close to her chest just... reader babying levi and letting him suck on her breasts, even when he falls asleep hes still going at it until the next morning where levi wakes up w a raging hard-on and fucks reader so hard they almost made a brother for their daughter... hehe good luck on your midterms, marie! i just finished mine so im glad thats over, you can do this!!

Thank you so much anon ! Just finished mine and I am honestly so glad this is now out of the way. Can now get proper nights of sleep. 

genre : nsfw, mdni

warnings : nipple play, marking, dacryphilia, creampie, penetrative sex, female bodied reader

Levi’s days away from you are long and tiring, filled with paperwork and social interactions he’d rather do without. He can’t wait to go home and bathe in your warmth, your daughter’s giggles and light snores as you put her to sleep. 

Only then can he relax. Once he’s shrugged out of his jacket, taken a hot shower and joined you in bed. 

He sighs out the exhaustion of the day as your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. His head buried in your chest as your fingers card through his hair, beads of water still clinging to the strands. 

“Shhh, relax, love.” You whisper gently, “You’ve worked so hard today.”

He moans, voice muffled by your breasts. Lips drawn to your skin, intoxicated by your scent. A soft blend of milk and fresh laundry. You encourage him, tugging the strap of your nightgown down and exposing your chest to his wandering mouth. 

He suckles on your breast, arms wrapped around your waist as he trails down to capture your pebbled nipple in his mouth, desperately sucking on the soft bud with quiet whines. 

And as his eyes flutter close, mind slipping under and conscience fading away, his lips remain attached to your skin, tongue still lapping at your breasts, whining ever so softly in his sleep. 

But it’s a completely different Levi you wake up to when morning comes, any trace of exhaustion gone from his features as he trails burning hot kisses up your neck and jaw, hands wandering up and down your sides, hiking up your nightgown and pulling your hips down. 

He nibbles on your ear, feeding off your high pitched moans and whines as his fingers glide down your navel and delve between your thighs, pressing against your already wet panties. 

“Fais pas trop de bruit. Tu voudrais pas réveiller notre fille, mmh ?” He murmurs, hot breath ghosting over your skin and sending delightful shivers up your spine. 

Levi’s no fool though, knows you by heart.

He knows how hard it is for you to keep quiet when he fucks you close to tears. Pitifully biting down on your lower lip to stifle your cries of his name when he’s giving it to you so good you forget how to breathe.   

He starts slow and gentle, kissing your lips as he slowly pushes his length inside of you, controlled thrusts and languorous drags of his cock over your walls. He tries to make it easy for you, only for his efforts to go down the drain when your hands run through his hair and tug on the locks. 

“Pu-Putain...” He breathes out, a low moan rumbling in his chest, “Tu me rends.... fou...”

He clamps a hand on your mouth, muffling your voice as he picks up the pace. Your legs helplessly dangling over his shoulders as his hips snap against yours and his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, every powerful thrusts sending you jolting on the sheets. 

He groans in your ear as you clench around him, arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer and closer to you as your sanity slowly crumbles under the weight of your impending release. 

He goes ravenous, harsh thrusts emptying his load deep inside of you, your walls pulsing around his length.

“Keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake our daughter, mmh ?” 

“Fu-Fuck... You drive me... crazy...”

@peace-for-levi @levmada 

hiii! i hope ur doing well <33 anyway, is it okay if you can write the adult trios favorite sex positions and kinks?

$. FAV SEX POSITIONS AND KINKS! ─ the adult trio.

¢. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ─ h. morow + c. lucilfer + i. zoldyck

¢. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ what's the adult trios most desired cravings? let's find out..

¢. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 1.4k+ wc. pwp. sex positions. mentions of the following kinks: bdsm (dominance). knife play. degrading. praising. roleplaying. impact play. power play. sadomasochism. breeding. hand/feet kink. bondage. corruption kink. (17+).

$. 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰..

¢. hisoka loves every single position there is to exist and his own made-up ones, which having sex with him is always like gambling, you'll never know what's going on.. you'll have your legs above your head and the next second you'll be tied up against the wall. but, he does have a favorite position out of all of them!

¢. he's a man that enjoys the sight of an ass (c'mon, i know you know he does, have you seen the maintenance he has for those chiseled ass cheeks of his??) making his favorite sex position, doggy style.

¢. he loves being able to grip onto some squishy flesh, digging his nails into you and marking you up while fucking you senseless.

¢. doggy style supports him to drill harder into you. being able to pull you back by the hips and slam you right back onto him while enjoying the sight of you stuffing your face into some fluffy pillows.

¢. he really enjoys watching your ass bounce back against him as well.

¢. he also enjoys doggy style because he likes to pull you flush against him by the arms or by the back of your neck; bareback against bare chest, making it easier for him to whisper filthy sins at the shell of your ear.

¢. which is one of his favorite kinks, degrading and praising. he loves to remind you of how much of a whore you are for fucking him like one. but, if you're handling him well and he's in a good mood, he will praise you for how well you're taking him.

⤷ hisoka also loves praise! praise his body with soft words or even with simple touches, he will melt.

¢. but mind you, this man is filthy, and adores plenty of other kinks.. he's a sadomasochist by heart and loves putting his desired fantasies into bed.. hisoka loves impact play. he enjoys seeing the imprints he blossoms onto your skin with his hands or even with his sharp cards to mark you up and the little twinkle in your eye of plea. he doesn't mind at all if you hurt him physically either, he has a high pain tolerance, and well, he simply enjoys the pain. so biting, scratching, and pulling his hair, he will get a thrill out of it.

⤷ which hisoka enjoys power play as well, so he expects you to at least put on a fight rather than submit so easily for him because it's more, “entertaining” that way.

¢. loves, loves, loves! using his nen ability, elastic love *aka* bungee gum, as the use of bondage play. he loves being able to tie you down with your arms and legs spread out or hanged up at a certain angle so he could fuck you.

¢. loves orgasm control. denying and edging you is his favorite because he gets to see those whiney eyes and pouty lips you always display out to him. the look of need and desire makes him cum on the spot when you beg him.

¢. and lastly, hisoka has a major corruption kink! he loves the fact of turning his favorite and sweet little fruit into a nasty one. hisoka really gets a kick out of it because it always surprises him seeing the filthy things he's shoved into your brain and you use it on him.

$. 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫..

¢. what a vanilla man he is.

¢. chrollo adores casual, intimate, hands-on sex, making his favorite sex position, the cowgirl position.

¢. he loves the feeling of you grinding yourself on him as his callused hands can freely roam up and down your body; squeezing and slapping at your tender flesh as your hands can wander around his chiseled torso.

¢. chrollo also likes this position because he can also easily take control, planting his feet down firmly and pistoning his hips up against yours or flipping you around into missionary. making that position, his second-best favorite position.

¢. chrollo loves missionary because the feeling of having his body flush against yours is so intimate to him. and the feeling of being so deep into you really makes him amused at the way you moan louder from him.

¢. so, that's when his praising and dirty talking kink kicks in. he'll whisper sweet nothings to you when you two are so close; it always makes you shiver when he says just the right words which sometimes they sound like there taken out from a twilight book–

⤷ but if you praise him?? chrollo will melt so hard internally but will simply smile at you and say, "oh, yeah?".

¢. this man absolutely loves roleplay! chrollo loves the idea on taking roles where you can dress up as a cute little maid or act as an innocent nun. p.s- he's a sucker for lingerie!

¢. chrollo is into marking too, he likes to give you hickeys or dark spots and doesn't really mind where it's located. he's a thief and enjoys labeling his goods with his marks.

¢. even though it's not necessarily a kink? he loves cockwarming! because it's really romantic and sensual, and intimacy is a huge kink for him. he’ll always be the first to ask whenever he's reading, “darling, mind warming me up while i read?”. although, sometimes it is difficult to do without it getting too steamy with you..

¢. a romantic man he is, he loves food play. the thought of spraying that sweet and thick foam of whip cream over your skin just to lap it up really turns him on. and even simply sharing a few cherries and strawberries with you; admiring the way your lips would wrap around the sweet treat.

¢. chrollo’s deepest and most secretive kink he has is a hands and feet kink. he thinks hands are so elegant; the soft touches they deliver, the painted nails (preferable red or black), the water like movements, and to the way they look around him. he thinks feet/toes are naturally beautiful; the way you can slide off sheer leggings or socks and expose the smooth beauty, the painted, clipped nails, and mostly because they lead up to the fleshy legs/thighs. (he's also a deprived man for some long legs).

$. 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤..

¢. an extreme apathetic man has to have a favorite sex position, right?! of course! and that is.. every top position there is to exist–

¢. illumi will only do sex positions where he is on top. no, ifs ands or buts. so, he secretly loves the mating press position.

¢. illumi loves sinking himself inside of you as deep as he can because that's where he feels safer and secure at. he simply enjoys the feeling of stuffing you in such a tight position where your legs are beside your head and your bodies are pressed together.

¢. and since this is his favorite position, that's when his breeding kink kicks in. feeling so deep inside of you, he can't help but think to dump his thick load into you because he knows that's where it belongs. he believes his cum should only be inside of you and breeding you.

¢. illumi's dark past has put a toll on his life and sexual fantasies.. he's grown immune to being whipped and chained down.. and he's secretly grown a liking to the pain.

¢. the idea of spanking/paddling you is a form of dominance for him or in other cases a punishment, only if you've been a little brat. he loves taking control at all times and when you try and get out of control, a simple swat to the thigh or butt will put you right back in place.

⤷ so basically, he's a brat tamer.

¢. illu is a possessive lover, therefore he wants all your feelings to be caused by him. so, sex swings, shibari bondage, bondage, and anything that basically can tie you down so he has full control of you really sets his wires straight. illumi is just so used to being in charge, so he can't help but not tie you down until you behave.

¢. illumi is a sucker for when you tug or pull on his hair but only if you do it without the intention. he doesn't like the idea of you hurting him willingly because he thinks your trying to take control but likes it if you do it unconsciously, that makes him feel a lot more powerful than usual.

¢. illumi. likes. wax. play. the idea of pouring a warm liquid over your skin reminds him of cum for some odd reason. seeing you wince slightly at the heat it brings, makes him feel so dominant, and will use it as a discipline on you if you're too sensitive. he also just enjoys the sight it leaves once it's peeled off.

¢. illumi loves orgasm denial and edging you as a form of dominance and behavior control! he wants to see you beg and plea for him to continue.

¢. but he does have a kink to force your orgasms when not expected. he’ll force them so hard on you to the point your crying and babbling nonsense from how mushy your brain is and how sensitive your body becomes. he is not a nice or fair man in bed at all.

automatic.

pairing: mechanic!eren yeager x rich girl fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, nipple play, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, praise, saliva, creampie, female ejaculation, mentions of family dynamic, awkward flirting, explicit language, is it considered car sex if they’re on it (?)

wc: 8.0k

summary: you wouldn’t consider your car breaking down on the way to your stepmother’s birthday dinner fate. there wasn’t much room for fate in a small-town.

a/n: oh good lordt this was WORK…thank you for beta reading sexyyyy ;) @bagsyy i love u mucho

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so are we gonna talk about how bakugo goes crazy when he’s inside you, like his brain just, shuts off?

or how every single time he never fails to say “you feel soooo good… so warm and wet… all for me huh?” before he absolutely jackhammers you into oblivion.

cw ;; afab!reader, soft sex, gn!reader, 18+

a/n ;; i miss him so badly.

i like to think that bakugou gets a little desperate after missions and can't help but pound into you cause he kinda loses control? which is why you always look forward to it bc i think bakugou is always especially careful with you. sex is an intimate thing for him so he treats you gently and fucks you how you need to be fucked

but sometimes it gets late, yk? and sometimes bakugou was so busy and can't think straight and you welcome him into your arms. your voice reminds him like sirens as he clumsily crawls into bed - eyelids heavy but not ready for sleep. you feel it first, his dick presses into your stomach as he lays ontop of you and his throat is hoarse.

"wanna fuck you before i sleep." and you're not in any place to deny his simple request. bakugou likes seeing you spread your legs for him, parts your thighs with gloved hands. your body welcomes him.

the stretch of his cock isn't impossible but it knocks the air out of your lungs. and inside you're just so... hot. warm and sticky and inviting and bakugou pushes until he can't anymore. he lets his sweaty forehead press to yours and he groans. shuddering, his shoulders shake and he almost breaks out into a fever.

"holy fuck you feel good. s'good baby, you're.. fuck." and he wants to say something more coherent but he's lost. you feel so good. silky and slick and bakugou normally puts so much effort in to make you happy

but your fingers are scratching his scalp and sweaty skin. and you're whispering to him so lovingly "welcome home katsuki, missed you." and god.. god - you're so fucking beautiful always. look like sunlight and planets and whatever venus is made of.

and bakugou can't help but want to fuck you. jackhammer your sweet little cunt with adoration that make cities crumble. and he knows he's inside of you but god he would kill to be closer, needs to be closer to you. kisses you in a desperate attempt. but he needs more. he needs you to cum on his cock and he needs you to tell him you love him, begs it.

"say it again" "love you katsuki," "fuck.. fuck"

he doesn't mean to get so out of it, but it's been a long road without you. all those days away. you shouldn't be surprised, he's sure there's plenty of stories about men who drown in oasis.

chaos

platonic! jujutsu kaisen x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! fem! reader

masterlist

"your daughter is the scarlet witch. a being not born, but forged from chaos.

she's unique from the rest of her versions. it intrigues me to find out what path she will take in this one. will she ask me to mentor her again? will she create another reality? who knows? it's exciting and frightening at the same time."

synopsis:

you were the youngest child of fushiguro, toji.

you were also born with exceptional cursed energy, or so they thought.

before your father took his last breath, he left you in gojo's care.

little did you know that it was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster of chaos and heart attacks for you and your father-figure, gojo satoru.

warning:

major manga/anime spoilers—along with wandavision, mcu wanda maximoff in general; themes of angst, sad and fluff.

this is going to be a crack themed series, consisting of scenarios and headcanons as requested :) do note that the portrayal of the jjk characters might be ooc!

there is no accurate timeline or year gaps so please don't attack me with "why is scarlet bb fushiguro still a baby when gojo got her around the time toji died, and then cue timeskip". this is a oneshot series and a crossover, and all of it is dependent on the request sent at my inbox :D

check requests status and about & masterlist before requesting.

inspiration:

this oneshot series is inspired by @thera-daydreams' the sweet old lady is a witch series, along with the amount of platonic headcanons and scenarios i've read under 'jjk x reader' tags. ya'll better check out thera's series, it is well-written and highly recommended to read and reblog :)

playlist:

kiss later, yeojin/loona

russian roulette, red velvet

baby shark, pinkfong

sports, beach bunny

the feels, twice

the collection:

general headcanon — reader goes missing for a week ; reader goes to jujutsu high and kicks ass ; reader makes people see their fears ; reader tearfully wants a mommy ; reader has trouble making friends ; reader's obsession with the baby shark song ; reader remembers who toji is to her ; reader gets rid of gravity in her sleep ; reader's mental manipulation ; possible evil! reader in the making? ; evil! reader part two ; reader loses her first tooth ; how reader spends christmas ; reader wants to marry ; reader's first boyfriend ; reader's domain expansion ; reader gets exhausted after using chaos magic too much ; reader's first crush ; reader gets attacked by people who wants her powers ; reader's birthday celebration at disneyland ; reader's first heartbreak ; reader gets jealous ; reader on her period ; reader's first cuss word

jjk students — 1st years + sukuna babysit reader ; 1st years loses the reader in public ; 2nd years + yuta babysits reader ; reader accidentally teleports to where yuta is

brother! fushiguro megumi — megumi with a clingy! reader ; a day with megumi ; megumi meets you for the first time ; megumi and gojo sees someone confessing to teenager reader

sister! fushiguro tsumiki — general headcanon for sister! tsumiki

dad! gojo satoru — general headcanon for dad! gojo ; gojo meets reader for the first time ; gojo finds out the truth ; reader gets in trouble by gojo ; gojo takes care of sick! reader ; gojo takes a week off because reader missed him ; reader gets scared of insane/feral!gojo ; gojo nearly loses reader ; reader magics gojo ; gojo raises his voice at reader ; jealous! gojo fights toji ; gojo becomes clingy and whiny when reader gets a boyfriend ; gojo neglects reader ; gojo's nighttime routine with reader ; gojo being too overprotective and controlling

uncle! nanami kento — uncle! nanami headcanons ; nanami meets reader for the first time ; nanami and gojo helps reader overcome her fear

dad! fushiguro toji — dad! toji headcanons ; reader meets toji ; reader prefers toji instead of the others ; toji fights gojo for reader

platonic! ryomen sukuna — sukuna babysits reader ; sukuna babysits reader part two

uncle! geto suguru — uncle! geto suguru headcanon ; geto, jogo & mahito meets reader ; geto takes reader home

mama-figure! iori utahime — reader calls utahime mama ; reader asks utahime and gojo when are they going to kiss

other versions of reader that is either older or not a fushiguro — older and gojo reader ends up in baby fushiguro's universe ; reader meets the older and other version of themselves ; reader travels to a parallel universe ; reader meets the other gojo and scarlet witch who happens to be his younger sister

jjk x tokyorev — reader meets and joins tokyo manji gang ; teenager reader is dating sano manjiro ; reader and the first years save toman from a curse

thirst tweets with jjk men

synopsis: their reaction to some of the most out of pocket tweets about you and them.

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro

warning: nsfw, i mean they're thirst tweets

reblogs are appreciated!!

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gojo satoru

loves them.

literally is obsessed with reading them he could go on forever

is even more excited when you have to read yours too because he knows no one beside him will ever have you like he does

"satoru has such nice mantitties, i wonder what it feels like to suck the milk out of—oh my god," gojo finished reading with a laugh, tucking his head back with closed eyes. hes always had such a cute laugh.

"mantitties? i didn't know they had a name," you chuckled as you grabbed a paper for yourself and shrugged.

"twitter is wild, shouldn't be surprised,"

"but if you wanna know what it feels like, you should ask (name)—well, more like I'm the one who sucks on your mantiddies— no, they wouldn't be called—"

the staff crew bursted out laughing at his words and at how done you looked. you placed a hand on his knee and rubbed gentle circles on it.

"it's too early to be this drunk, babe,"

gojo huffed with a pout before looking away from you. what a drama queen.

"(name) has this ability of making me shoot my..." you paused, jaw going wide open as you stared at the staff members. "is this even allowed?"

"just say it,"

"...shoot my cum so high, my highest record is 2 meters. i literally don't know what to say to this" you finished as you stared at satoru who was having too much fun laughing at yours.

"hey, wanna know mine when I'm thinking about (na—"

"satoru!"

geto suguru

he thinks they're amusing. people really take time to appreciate him like this?

tho he doesn't spend time finding them like gojo does, he is very grateful for the love

when reading yours though, he gets really into them

"suguru sir, shove one of your balls in my mouth, I promise I'll leave you alone," suguru read out loud with a grin, the staff members making noises of disbelief as you chuckled next to him.

"honestly I've seen them say worse about you and toji, your fans are wild,"

"have you seen satoru's? i think they're a bit wilder than these,"

"satoru's fans are obsessed with his boobs not his ball sack," you responded with a laugh, geto shaking his head at you before giving you the bowl.

"your turn," you grabbed a piece of paper and unfolded it, clearing your throat as a way to announce that you were ready for the worst.

"I'd pay (name) millions of dollars to let me eat her ass before farting in my- okay, we're getting weird here," you quickly folded the paper back, suguru clearly in shock at what you just said.

"jesus christ, they're down worse than me?"

"stop!"

"no seriously though, i can confirm that her farts do smell—"

"suguru i will shove your head in this bowl!"

toji fushiguro

is actually not surprised when reading them

almost as if he's reading the newspaper

he appreciates that everyone thinks he has a big dick :)

gets very much into reading yours tho, just like suguru

"i just know toji has the cock of a horse. I'd let him split me open anyday," toji's tone as he read the tweet should've sounded concerned, maybe surprised even. but nothing.

this man acted like what he just read was normal.

"i appreciate the fact that you think my dick is that big, i do believe though that no one is able to take it like a champ like precious over here,"

oh this part was so going to be cut off from the interview. especially considering how your face turned red and you tried to avoid looking at anyone for too long.

toji found it adorable. oh how you were his favorite person on this planet.

"now that we got that out of the way," you said after finally calming down, holding the piece of paper in your hands.

"list of things that (name) should sit on: 1) toji's face...2)my face," you buried your face in your knees, clearly tired of feeling embarrassed. "I'm so done,"

toji's hands rubbed at your back, amused at your reaction.

"i like this one, but i only like the first part cause it's true,"

another part of the interview that was definitely going to be cut off.

Platonic Yandere Naruto Characters Dads (Naruto, Sasuke, Gaara) Headcanons

Naruto Uzumaki

You are his eldest child.

Naruto will never resort to killing an innocent life, yet when it comes to your safety, he will be by all means, destructive and won't be merciful.

Unlike your younger sibling, Boruto and Himawari, you are quiet and shy just like your mother, Hinata, which made Naruto become more protective of you.

He would even take you with him to work, just to keep an eye on you.

Would try to encourage you to open up to him, however, when you don't do so, he will just make a shadow clone to follow you around.

Just so he can make sure that you don't have any type of friends or lovers.

When he finds out that you have got bullies.

Let us just say, that those bullies can forget about having a bright future in the leaf village.

"Do you know what happened to (bullies' names), Tou-chan?"

"You don't have to worry about them from today on, dattebayo"

Sasuke Uchiha

You are Sasuke's younger daughter

Sasuke might be a changed man who grew out of his lust for revenge, but he is still unstable when it comes to you.

Yes, he might have not been around when you and Sarada were younger, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you.

Sasuke is possessive of you for one main reason and that is the fact that you take after his older brother, Itachi.

Same personality, kind and understanding, your love for sweets especially dango.

He feels like his brother has never died, that you are just the female version of Itachi.

Yes, Sasuke is very aware that this is not a normal behavior, however he doesn't care.

Remember how baby Sasuke was around Itachi? That's exactly the same, but took a much yanderish turn.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to poke your forehead like this, Tou-chan!"

"It's ok...you can do it whenever you want, I don't mind"

Gaara

You are his biological child from unknown woman.

Doesn't allow you to leave the house, ever since you turned the right age to become a ninja.

The redhead doesn't allow anyone near you, except for Shinki as he depends on him to look after you when he is not around.

The reason for Gaara's attitude towards the whole thing of keeping you tucked away is to not have you experience the same childhood as him.

Even though that is impossible as he is now the Kazekage.

When one of your friends tried to sneak in to save you, however he failed.

Gaara doesn't mind resorting to his old tendencies in killing, as long as it means you will stay with him.

"Why did you kill him? he has done nothing wrong! He was trying to help me"

"I'm sorry, but it is for your own good, (Y/n)"

HOME, SASUKE.

☁︎ warnings; titty play, sucking, biting, hair pulling, finger sucking, bathtub sex, kinda vanilla.

☁︎ mocha’s note; he’s stuck in my brain rn. enjoy. :)

Tease. Seeing that sultry picture you sent to him earlier in the day, while on an important mission might he add, nearly choking as he jumped through bushes in the air has him off the wall. He heard the notification throughout all the heavy gusts of wind and leaves blowing, noticing he received a few images from you, his adorable wife—not so adorable as of lately. Since he’s been gone so long, he’s barely had time to be with you. Feeling bad whenever he had to leave you when duty called, hating that he was such an important character to the Hidden Leaf Village.

When he does make time for you, you’re insatiably horny. And he couldn’t blame you, because he’s the same. Not one for words, so when he walks into your home he’s quick to grope you up and pull you close, mashing his lips with yours and shoving you up or down some sort of object; the couch, the wall, a table, the floor. You’re on his mind all day long, all he can think about. It’s worse for you considering you’re worried for just his safety more than anything, dread filling your chest whenever he had to depart for a few days, sometimes months depending on the situation. Scared he wouldn’t come back as Sasuke Uchiha; the last Uchiha, your husband.

Then there’s just those days where you’re outrageously horny, missing his touch whenever you think of little things, or flashbacks hit, or Hinata and Ino have girl talks with you about their sex lives. It’s frustrating when those needs cannot be tended to when the urge hits. Since you knew he’d be home in two days, you figured you give him something to look forward to. Let him know how much you’ve missed him. Wearing only a white crop top, nipples taut against the fabric, and a skimpy pink butterfly thong. You perched yourself onto the bathroom sink, curly hair in pigtails touching your waist as you angle your phone to take a few photos for your beloved.

missing you. xoxo.

You send them with a mischievous grin, knowing it’ll stun him. As much as Sasuke hated to admit, he was shy. Especially when it came to you. You were always the bold one in the relationship, coming this far now because you made the first move. He hides it a lot, but he’s surely a hopeless romantic. So fond of you he blushes red as a tomato at anything you do. When he saw you naked for the first time and you asked him how you looked, he couldn’t stop stuttering. He’s really cute.

He’s glad he was alone meaning he didn’t have to warn anyone about his rapid disappearance, making his way back to the village and entering his home without so much as a knock to warn you. His pupils are dilated with lust, searching every corner of the home for you like a madman. He finds you upstairs, hears you humming a tune. He’s like a shadow when he appears, equipment off and tall body emerging into the bathroom where you sees you running a bubble bath and arranging hair products.

“Baby,” his voice is deep which makes your skin crawl, yelping and jumping around with a brush in your hand for a weapon. When you see it’s your husband, you’re more confused than excited. Wondering what the hell he was doing home so early. Though your chest did burst with happiness all things aside.

“Sasuke!” You screech, dropping the tool and hopping in his arms, Sasuke staring at your reflection in the mirror, still wearing what you were in those photos. “You’re home!”

“I’m home,” he says, blunt as ever. You level back on your feet after rising on your tiptoes to embrace him, that precious smile of yours making him caress the side of your face endearingly. “Still on my mission, as you know. But I wasn’t going to continue with a hard-on.”

You blow a cherry innocently. “Sorry.”

“You’re not,” you squeak as he backs you up towards the tub, bending down to stop the water before it overflowed. “Let me see what I rushed here for. I don’t have all day.”

This part of him is your favorite, his dominate side. The way he flips like a switch when he’s horny is scary sometimes. But you lived for the thrill. You were more than happy to have him here now, your face hot from the pheromones he exudes, like a drug almost. His dark hair hides most of his face, tall above you and lips pressed into a firm line. That’s your man for sure.

You grab the ends of your shirt and lift it over your head to reveal your braless chest. Sasuke felt like a predator watching you strip, feeling his mouth water with your every movement. Once you were bare, he helped you into the bathtub, moaning soothingly from the warmth of it.

  "Come in, don’t act shy,” you giggle, sitting on your knees as you waited for him to get inside.

  Sasuke began undressing, shrugging his ninja attire and tossing the clothing to the ground. Your eyes ran along his chest and down to his v-line. You lean over the tub, smirking at the bulge in his briefs, Sasuke closing his eyes, almost moaning when you lightly kissed his happy trail while giving him a daunting stare. Hooking your finger on the soft fabric and tugging it down only enough for one side to drop and reveal the thin growth of pubic hair. 

   Biting your lip, you eyed him as he climbed into the tub after fully naked, your hands resting on the bottom of the tub as you crawl to him, Sasuke eyeing you speculatively before your lips pressed against his chest, a moan vibrating in your throat as you darted your tongue out to lick his skin, kisses light as feathers, trailing your way up to his neck before straddling his waist. Sasuke is breathless as you turn his head to gain access to the side of his neck, nipping at the flesh as he groaned and wrapped his broad arms around your backside, bubbles sticking to your bodies, languidly bringing your chest close to his own. 

   "Let me fuck you, baby," he pleaded, your chest tightening as you pulled your face up to stare down at him. "Let me, please."

   You swallow a ball in your throat, his voice soft as you nod your head to permit him. You were ready, been ready for him to do anything he wanted, just something. Your head was fuzzy, Sasuke pressing his palm against the middle of your back to make it arch, breasts swell, and nipples taut in his face as your head knocked back in pleasure, his tongue running over your flesh. Setting his sweet lips on you, he gazes over your body, humming to himself, staring in amazement at how magnificent your body was. He missed you so much.

   "You are so beautiful." He murmured, and you respond with a whimper, merely watching as Sasuke left a trail of wet kisses up your body. His hand came behind your neck to pull your head up, the other groping your breasts, having pretty chocolate areolas and pierced buds. Kissing down your valley, he latched his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking delicately, letting go as he watched it pop back to your chest with a jiggle. 

   He pursed his lips, blinking at you, your chest heaving rapidly as you gulped, body shaking, legs beginning to quiver. He could tell how desperate you were to have him. The feeling was mutual. Fucking your mouth with his tongue, his thumb quickly rubs your pulsating clit under the water, moaning in your mouth as you kissed him back, lips unstoppable. Waves of pleasure flow through your body, your hips moving to grind above his cock, soft whines of frustration turning Sasuke on more than it should have. 

   "Sasuke, please." You pulled at his hair harder, Sasuke groaning. "I need you."

You didn't mean to sound overly needy, but you couldn't help it as your warm eyes brimmed with tears, Sasuke bringing his head up as your free hand gripped his bicep, apprehensive of your crying but he had a hint on why you were. Emotions washing over you from the time you’ve spent apart. You needed him to take the pain away. He witnessed you sniffle, pushing him back so he could gently collide with the edge of the tub and lifting yourself as your wet hands reached to take hold of his cock before shakily pressing his tip against your hole and pushing yourself down. A disgruntled sigh comes from Sasuke as he drops his mouth the same time you do, deliciously wet around him. Muscles clenching. 

   "Shit baby, sit on me." He wheezed, needing himself completely inside you. 

   You obliged to his command with a shudder, eyes gawping at him with desire, puffy lips in the form of an oval, and chest vehement as you sat down on him entirely. Crying at how painfully good he felt. Sasuke used his hands to grip your curvy hips, long fingers sprawled before he pulls you back up, the head of his cock scorching and kissing your hole before delicately slamming you back down, the water around you splashing. He pushed himself deep into your tight heat making you squeal and claw at his back in shock. Sasuke biting his lower lip and groaning quietly. Your body jolted upwards when he pulled out slowly and thrusts back in, screaming and smashing your lips to his for a rushed kiss, ghosting your lips over the each other’s, pausing when your lips barely touched and breathing one another’s air. Fire pooled low in both of your abdomens as their vision fades to black while you rock your hips.

   Both your movements were slow and shallow, making love and showing just how much you both missed being apart, drowning in each other's pleasure. One of his veiny hands reached around you to press onto your back again, bucking his hips up as your body jolts, having enough of the going slow shit and fucking you faster. Your skin slapped against his thighs as he grunted and listened to you whine, cursing under his breath at how good you felt around him. Eventually, his motion sped up, Sasuke moaning with his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he gripped your flesh harder, greedily rutting his cock up into you, the sound of skin interacting bouncing off the walls. 

   "You feel so good," you gasped, his pace increasing by the second. "So, so good, baby."

   "I know, baby. Move with me." He told you, lifting you so you could hold yourself up with your hands on the edge of the bathtub. Your head hung low as you moved as told, Sasuke thrusting while you dipped your ass down, moaning his name in bliss. A shaky moan came from you once he wrapped your wavy pigtails around his fists and yanks it back, wanting to regain memory of the marks imprinted on your skin by his teeth, tongue, and lips. 

   "I'm gonna cum." You announced weakly.

   Sasuke didn't question how fast your orgasm approached you, only gritting his teeth and hissing before pulling your face straight to his and leaving his lips there, slicking his tongue in your mouth and letting it glide across erotically. Biting your bottom lip, tugging on it, and releasing as he slowed his hips. Growling. 

   Heart thrashing against his chest, he sighed out of his nose, leaning back on the cold metal of the tub and drops a hand to your ass while the other squeezed the flesh of your tits in his rough palm. You situate yourself on him and race to your orgasm, eyelids shut as she placed a hand on his chest. Humming sweetly before parting her lips to take his thumb in her mouth, Sasuke watching, mesmerized by your thick lips wrapping around him and sucking on his thumb, rocking on his cock. 

   "There you go, baby, let it go," Sasuke whispers quietly, voice raspy enough for you to hear.

   When your orgasm approached, you cried out in alarm, grabbing his free hand and holding it for support. Squeezing his hand tighter as it ripped through you like lightning. Breath ragged as your walls clenched around him. You shouted out into thin air, clutching the nape of his neck and riding out your shockwave. 

   "Mm, that’s my girl.” After letting you come down from your high, Sasuke locked a hand around your hot neck, fondling with your ass, pussy still clenching around him. "Can you take more? Can you take my cock?"

   You swallow, throat dry, the intensity in his pupils, voice tempting with euphoria causing the blood in your vessels to boil with ravenousness. "Yes, I can take you."

   "Fuck,” he hissed again, too addicted to the way you felt around him. "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

   "Cum for me, Sasuke."

   "Mm,” he grins at his name being breathlessly whimpered from your exquisite mouth. He only needed a few more pumps before he could come undone, laying his back on the tub once again and keeping your ass in his widespread hands, fucking you slow and deep. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders as you mewl, feeling that spark in his lower abdomen. 

   You lost your breath, foreheads touching. Sasuke’s eyes were droopy and as for yours, completely closed. Your mouth parted as you whimpered his name, your knees aching from straddling him for too long, digging your nails into his skin. 

   "Tell me how much you like it." He licked his bottom lip quickly.

   "So much," you nod, opening your eyes to stare in his, loving how dazed he looked. "Fuck—so much, baby."

   "Yeah? You wanna make me cum?" The gripping on your ass became harder, his cock pushing deeper within you if that was possible. He’s practically kissing your cervix.

   "Fuck yes," you nod vigorously. "I do."

   He moaned, eyes fixating on his dick moving in and out of you, bubbles dissolving but still making your skin appear angelic. You balance yourself on him by placing your hands on his hard chest, hair moving wildly around your face. 

   "Bounce faster." He rasped, listening to your noises melt sweetly as you fucked him as obliged. Sasuke felt his orgasm near, hand almost slapping your cheek as he aggressively cupped the sides of your face. You steady your hips, feeling your stomach coil again knowing your were going to cum again. All of this could’ve never been done alone. This is exactly why you needed him.

   "I love you, baby,” he whispered. 

   "Hmm?" You ask hazily, voice strained. Words weren’t registering with you right now.

   "I. Love. You,” Sasuke repeats slowly for you to comprehend, wanting your reply immediately before he came. The high of it all driving you over the edge, sighing in pleasure as he ran his tongue under your chin. "Miss you, baby. Love you so much.”

   Now you knew what he was saying, and it made you smile tiredly, nodding your head, feeling like it tossed around for hours. "I love you, miss you too.”

   Gasping with a shuddery whine, you came hard around him, clenching and tugging on him, driving him wild. It satisfied Sasuke, dragging out a throaty groan and releasing deep inside, the ball in his throat evident as he threw his head back in ecstasy. You hungrily gave him open-mouthed kisses to ease him, your head laying on his heaving chest, wincing as you raised your body to release him from inside, weakly falling and wrapping your arms around his stomach. He let go of the tub and let his arms fall beside him, taking a moment to calm himself down. He stared at you and saw your eyes were still closed, wetting his lips and grabbing your chin, your lashes disconnecting as they fluttered open to seek his attention. 

   "You okay?"

You hum with a goofy smile. “More than okay.”

Let’s say Sasuke have those days where he is acting like a baby and wants to be babied by his s/o. Maybe even calls the reader mommy

🌸✨Baby boyfriend ✨🌸

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, fluff, mdlb

Sfw

He doesn’t know exactly why he has these days. You know exactly why he has these days. Because he’s had to be very mature and only think about revenge from a very young age. He had to deny himself love and being love to reach a goal that he should not have had to reach.

When he find his soulmate (you), he finds himself able to be vulnerable around you. But you only see this behavior about a year and a half into your marriage. The first time it happens, he comes home from work one day to find you preparing dinner in the kitchen. You’re almost done now, about to dish up, when you feel his arms wrap around you. You tense your before relaxing, realizing it’s just your husband. “Baby! Your back”, you exclaim, stopping everything you were doing to return some affection. But to your surprise he tightens his hold, burying his face into your neck, taking a long, deep wif of your sweet scent.

You just always smell so damn good. A scent he could recognize in a room full scents. You giggle at the strange but comforting action, intertwining your fingers with his, simply enjoying his warm around your body too.

He only wanted to feel you against him. “I really missed you today”, he says, and you’re taken aback. Did he just express his feelings? You’re trying not to burst with excitement, reaching your hand up to bury it in his hair, softly scratching his scalp.

“I missed you so much baby”, you respond. “Dinner is just about ready, why don’t you go wind down while I dish up”. At that, he immediately groans, surprising you once again. Planting a kiss in your neck, that kiss turning into sucking, and eventually he began nibbling, high key turning you on.

“Sasuke!”, you giggle, trying to stifle any moans, not wanting this to go in that direction. “Come with me”, he says and you still for a while. “Okay baby, but you’re going to have to let go of me at some point”, you giggle, which he cuts short when he transports the two of you to the bathroom, the bathroom mat taking your place in the kitchen.

“Sasuke!”, you scold him, and he just groans again, still holding you tight. “Bathe me please”, he says, already missing your body when you finally manage to break away from him. You love to take care of your baby, so you happily comply, filling up the bathtub with water and bubbles, your favourite scent. He absolutely doesn’t mind. Plus he likes the idea of smelling like you.

After helping him strip, you give him and good scrub in the bathtub, scrubbing away all the dirt from the day away, rinsing him clean and wiping him dry. After you moisturize him and get him in clean clothes, you’re just absolutely happy that he’s letting you take care of him like this. He’s being very vulnerable and you’re bursting with joy. Is he finally confronting his childhood trauma?

He wants nothing but snuggles the entire night, holding you while you dish up dinner. You think the funniest part was when he asked you to come sit on his lap and feed him. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp while you fed him, he feeding you right back. You loved how silly he was being. You could adjust to his neediness really fast. You liked it.

Bedtime is serious cuddles, please no phones or books, just hold him and talk to him. He snuggles his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around you, and you just have to scratch his scalp when he softly wines for more. So much kisses and cuddles. He feels so safe and happy, like he broke off an anchor that has been weighing him down.

NSFW

He’s still extremely needy, but not in the way that you would expect him to be, no he’s doing to please you. He wants you to tell him how to please you. You’re so surprised when you hear him grunt “Like this mama”, in his sexy, deep voice and you immediately crumble, his fingers stroking your gspot while he greedily sucks on your nipples.

“Does mama like this?”, he says, and you’re so far gone, unable to handle his newfound mommy kink.

“Y-yes baby, such a good b-boy”, you say, still on the high of your orgasm.

You don’t see it, but he smiles, wondering if he can take it a little further. “What else would you like mama?”, he says, and you don’t know if he’s being sexy or needy, his voice daddy but his words are baby. You’re so confused while he’s practically forcing another orgasm out of you, only speeding up to see you crumble faster.

Unable to use words, you push his head down, and he lets go of nipple with a loud pop, licking and kissing your abdomen on the way down.

“Tell me what to do please”, he says, so desperate and needy to please you, and you figure he probably wants you to top him. “Eat mommy out until I cum baby, can you do that?”, and he nods his head, only eager to please, spreading your legs wide open.

He starts eating you out so fucking good, his tongue lapping up your juices, spreading your lips apart to get to your clit, flicking his tongue across it at a steady paces, his actions rough as usual, your orgasm isn’t to far away. “Mama, you’re so wet, am I doing a good job?”, he asks you, and you can barely breathe. “Y-yes baby! S-such a good boy, uhhh! Oh fuck! Yeeeeeessssssss!”, you scream when he starts sucking your clit, making you cum so hard, you can barely handle the pleasure, his hand easily holding you down, clearly too busy enjoying himself to care about overstimulating you, making you scream as another orgasm quickly followed, so intense you couldn’t stop yourself from turning into a whiny and teary mess.

You didn’t know if you should call him daddy or baby boy, and you couldn’t really care, absentmindedly trying to get away from him. You thought you’d try something. “B-baby! Stoooop”, you cried, and he actually did.

You figured this would be your one opportunity to ride him, trying so hard to gather yourself before he would man handle you into the next position. And of course he happily let you ride him.

You’d never thought you’d see Sasuke so vulnerable under you, bouncing on him like your life depended on it, only able to last a couple of bounces before you couldn’t take it anymore, but he, like a good boy, grabbed your hips and began slamming up into you, begging you to cum inside of you.

You thought it was very cute that he was such a baby, but you just clearly weren’t built to top a man like him, he was basically topping you from the bottom, and you’d never truly been this confused before. But you went along with it as best as you could.

The only part you managed to ace without going dumb from an orgasm, was when you gave him some sloppy head, you sucked him dry, taking him down to your throat before gagging and pulling out, only to massage his shaft with both your hands while you sucked in the tip. He was literally whimpering for you, you’d never heard him whimper like this or at all.

He obviously wanted more, fucking you so hard, your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into you with hard, desperate thrusts, making you scream as you felt each thrust like an electric jolt running through your body and heating up your toes. He was praising you so much, “Argh mama, fuck, let me have more please, please mama let me please you”,he literally beg when it got too much for him.

How could you possibly say no.

Thinking about giving Uzui Tengen head on your wedding night.

You still in your pretty white dress, kneeling in front of him as you choke on his fat cock

Eyes glistening with tears and mascara staining your cheeks, lipstick smudged and drool running down your chin as you swallow his thick, throbbing shaft deeper and deeper

Him moaning in a raspy voice as your puffy lips suck on his tip, continuing to tell you that you're cute with your mouth full with his cock, — calling you his good girl as his fingers work their way into your hair.

Tengen holding your head pressed against his crotch making you swallow his huge dick as his thick, sticky cum runs down your throat while he takes polaroids that he'll put in your wedding album

𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴

— Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirschstein x f!reader

cw. mdni. modern AU, riding, creampie, tits play, car sex, cumflation, praising

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Eren is restless and moans against your lips when you pull his hair.

Your tongues clash in his mouth and your moans cover the TV sounds as you slam your hips against his.

His thick, veiny cock sliding in and out of you with almost embarrassing ease as you ride him on the living room couch.

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Day 3: Car Sex

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x f!reader

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: semi-public sex, biting, nipple play (f), one tit slap, creampie

“Someone’s going to see us,” you pant against the lips of your disheveled lover.

You’re straddling his lap, his throbbing cock is twitching against your core, the shaft dragging through your slick folds as he picks you up only to drop you back down, slowly impaling you with his length.

“It’s late, kitten,” he grunts as he readjusts, a rough thrust of his hips has you taking all of him as he leans further into the back seat of the car. “No one’s gonna see. Just relax, lemme take care of you,” comes his sultry whisper in your ear, the subtle rasp of his voice settling your nerves as you roll your hips, adjusting to the girth that was so suddenly stuffed inside you.

He looks as much of a mess as you do. The hair that was tied back into a neat bun is half undone, jet black tresses framing his face as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, licking a stripe up to the pulse in your neck to suck as your cradle the back of his head.

The once well-ironed material of his shirt was now crumpled, top buttons unfastened to offer a peek at the patch of black chest hair beneath it.

You placed your other hand to his chest, nails raking across his skin, brushing through the coarse hair as he sucked hard on your pulse point, sending a shiver up your spine that erupted into a wanton groan.

“Shouta!” You gasp, breath flying from your lungs as his strong hands guide your hips, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he instructs firmly as his hands leave your hips to travel up your sides, over the velvet material of your evening dress.

You raise your arms, pressing one to the roof of the car and grasping at the grab bar above the window with the other to find the right amount of leverage to keep yourself pistoning up and down.

Warm lips melt into the skin of your breasts, the flat of his tongue roving between them as he pulls down the neckline of your dress to allow them to spill out before he captures one in his mouth, suckling on your nipple as you cast your head back.

A fresh gush of arousal leaves you, coating his balls, adding to the lewd noises that fill the cab as the familiar squelching sound echoes around the small space.

“So fucking tight,” he growls, your sensitive nub between his teeth as his hand takes the other between two skilled fingers, rolling and tugging in an alternating pattern. “You might ruin the seat of this car, kitten.”

He chuckles, a dark, sensuous rumble in his chest as he pulls off your breast only to strike the other with a rough slap and you keen, bucking your hips and falling out of your rhythm with the impact.

“Close,” you whimper, thrusting your hips forward, recklessly chasing that one, sweet blissful moment as you lean back, his hands sliding down your spine to support you at the angle you’ve chosen. “Sho, I’m gonna--ah, fuck, baby.”

“That’s it, ride that dick until you get what you need, baby.” He spits through gritted teeth, desperately trying to hang on through the way your walls are clamping down around him. He wants to watch you fall apart before he lets himself do the same. “Don’t you dare hold back, soak this fuckin’ backseat. Show me how much you love this cock.”

“Shitshitshit,” your chest is heaving, lungs on fire when your vision finally whites out. It’s pure pleasure as the adrenaline keeps your hips moving, sliding his length in and out of your tight heat as it spasms around his rock hard length.

He can’t hang on any longer, spilling himself into you with an animalistic groan, his hips briefly leaving the seat of the car as he loses control of them in his pussydrunk state. His lap is soaked, the rush of juices that left you and the evidence of his own orgasm oozing back out of you as the two of you slowly come to a halt together.

You lean forward, slumping against his chest to bury your face in the tresses of his hair that hang around his neck. His hands travel up your spine, one wrapping around you while the other rubs the top of your back as his lips press to your temple.

“We can’t stay here forever, baby,” he murmurs, interrupting the brief moment you’d been able to spend in the afterglow. “Sitter’s gonna be callin’ soon and we can’t ask her to stay too late again.”

“Mm, I know.” You rise, begrudgingly, pushing your fingers through his chest hair as you smile down at him. “You think Eri’s actually asleep this time or do you think she’s trying to keep herself awake in her room again?”

“Hmm, I think the brat’s still awake.” He smiles affectionately, rubbing his hands up your thighs. “She’s stubborn like her mother.”

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