NSFW Alphabet Ft. Yandere! Rengoku
NSFW Alphabet ft. Yandere! Rengoku
& Afab! Darling
18+
Wanted to make more yandere Rengoku content so I did that smut alphabet thats been going around
Warnings: Smut, Suggested Non-con/Dub-con, Sex, Oral, Implied Anal, Toys, Breeding kink, ect. ect.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Man is spent. He’s never half-assed anything, so by the end of the rut, he’s already panting hard and dripping with sweat. Honestly, the quality of the aftercare varies from day to day (and depending on his mood.) If he’s up for it, he may take the time to clean you off with a wet cloth, wipe away all the cum from your cunt and rub some ointment on any bruises or bites. But most nights are spent dripping with nut and warming his cock, clutched to his chest like a vice. He can always clean you up in the morning anyway.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Your tits. He likes looking at them. He likes holding them. He likes feeling them. He loves sucking on them. It just makes him feel so… safe. Now if you were producing milk at the time, there would be no separating the two. But he loves the rest of your body as well, he just has a fascination with your rack specifically.
As for himself, he enjoys his own chest as well. He enjoys keeping you close to sleep on it, feeling your breath near his heart, praying that the organ can somehow coerce you to be as obsessed with him as he is you. But besides the metaphorical reasoning, he knows his pecs are soft and wants you to lay on them like a pillow.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
If he were to play that word association game and his word were to be “cum”, his immediate answer would be “cunt”. His brain is set to maximum primal instinct. If he sees your pussy, he’s gonna cum inside it, and he comes a lot. If you were under some previous assumption that he’d cum just anywhere, that’s on you, darling. If he’s gonna cum, it's gonna be in your sweet, tight, warm pussy, right where it belongs. Sure, he’ll shoot the occasional load in your mouth or ass, but he’s always scooping some up and shoving it up your snatch, pressing it into your walls and fantasizing about your egg accepting his sperm. It should be pretty obvious why.
He wants every drop locked inside of you, keeping all his little babies warm while he panders you with attention and love. If the purpose of semen is to impregnate a womb, why would he want it anywhere else? Look at the bigger picture here.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It turns him on to see you cry. He doesn’t mean to! The last thing he would ever want is for you to be upset or hurt, but something about seeing you so pathetic and vulnerable does something to him. He finds himself “accidentally” being too rough with you, “accidentally” hurting your feelings, “accidentally” neglecting you. Oh, you look so pretty when you sob, fat tears pooling down your red cheeks like drops of rain on a window. And it just winds him up all over again. He can always cheer you up afterward, right?
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s not too experienced, but he’s sampled here or there. Truth be told, he wasn’t all too big on the idea of sex before you. The act itself was just to pass the time, maybe relieve some stress. He’d never met someone he’d imagined settling down with before, and that made sex a bit… disappointing. Until he met you of course. Kyojuro made sure to do some more research before he swept you away. Studies, videos, books, you name it. He didn’t really care if he was doing things right before. But, like I said before, he doesn’t half-ass anything, especially when it comes to his little darling. And considering how he can turn you into such a hot mess in a matter of minutes, it's safe to say his efforts have paid off.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl.
Kyojuro usually does the majority of the work during the deed, including remaining on top, but once every blue moon, he throws you on top and gives you a hard slap on the ass. Giddy-up bitch. Having you on top, bouncing on his cock so deeply, so slowly, it's such an intricate pleasure. Intricate as in it feels like he’s being milked like fucking cow. He feels the way your cunt squeezes him on the way up and glides so carefully back down, glazing his shaft and sucking the milk straight from his balls, begging him to unload his potent seed right where you need it. He likes to imagine your life depends on it. Doesn’t it?
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s tried from time to time, but has found you don’t react very well to it. His goal was to make you more comfortable, but it was fairly obvious that the only thing that would make you “comfortable” was to avoid sex entirely, which wasn’t on the table. He wasn’t about to let you spend your days celibate and bored when he could be pleasing you as you deserved. He’ll still giggle from time to time, but he tries to be fairly serious, so he can focus on giving you attention. But he still does wish you would lighten up to make things more fun.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s fairly groomed, but his happy trail is pretty messy. Thick and coarse, you can feel the unruly hair scratch against your clit when he plows you into the bed at night, rolling his hips lazily to feel every inch of your velvety cunt and doping himself out. You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from whining, your delicate bead overwhelmed by the sensation of pain and pleasure. Blowjobs are even worse as you’re always finding yourself plucking stray pubes from your mouth, gagging at the sharp hairs. You wish he would just shave.
Does the carpet match the drapes? Absolutely.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s very… intense, is one word for it. There’s no resting periods, no breaks, just ongoing, continuous, lovemaking (fucking.) Kyojuro may need to pause every once in a while for a refractory period, he only has so much cum after all, but even then he still touches you. Sucking on your clit, maybe fingering his seed back into you. He likes to keep himself busy. As much as he tries to be romantic initially, telling you he loves you, complimenting your beauty, comforting you, he always falls back to his primal self, dirty talking, moving too rough, biting you. So swept up in the moment, his instincts do all the talking as he holds your hips down to the bed and just starts humping. There’s not much you can do during those times besides hold on for dear life and blink your tears away. But you can’t deny the effort is there. Sometimes you go to the bed for the night only to find the room littered with rose petals and candles, a naked Kyo sitting up against the headboard with his thighs spread and cock bobbing between them. You already know it’s going to be a long night.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn’t. The pleasure is miniscule compared to having the real thing (you), and even when you’re not with him, he still doesn’t indulge. He’s adamant that it’s wasteful, if not selfish. Why waste a good load into his hand when he can give it to you?
But before he’d met you, he’d touched himself quite often, mostly from pent up frustrations and the constant overproduction of semen in his balls. He’d do it everywhere - in bed, in his car, in the bathroom at work - there was constant ache in his belly that grew with each hour his hand wasn’t fisting his cock. He’d never really understand back then why he was so insatiable until he’d grown to love you. After that it was quite obvious that his primal body was heavily focused on the need to breed and fuck his babies into his destined love. Even if the feeling was… less than consensual.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding, Daddy, Breeding, Praise, Marking, Breeding, Pet play, Overstimulation, Breeding… Did I say breeding yet? Kyojuro is into pretty much anything when it comes to you but these are the main ones you have to deal with. His fascinations usually fluctuate every couple of weeks, one week he may be especially gentle and kind with you as he uses only his tongue to tease and edge you until you can beg daddy to let you come, and another he may tie you up with your face buried deep into the pillows and your ass high in the air as fills you up with what feels like gallons of cum. If you’re smart enough, you may realize your own actions have an influence on what he’ll be into for the week - if you’re well-behaved and clingy, he’ll be soft and patient, wanting nothing more than to spoil his little girl, but if your… difficult, all he’s going to be in the mood for is a more torturous pleasure for you, treating you like his little cumdump that he can use all he’d like. It’s really up to you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He prefers the bedroom. Kyojuro has no problem doing it elsewhere, but his preference will always be in the comfort of your shared king-sized bed. Something about being so intimate in such a safe place feels so nice to him, and he wants you to feel safe too. He doesn’t need you getting anxious in the kitchen or on the couch that he’ll pressure you into intimacy. There will be the occasional kiss and grind, but he likes to keep it PG around the home. But the moment you even step foot into the bedroom, be it to change your clothes or grab a belonging, it's fair game. Maybe he’ll follow you in there for some alone time, maybe he won’t. It’s anyone’s guess.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Any hint of consent on your part has his body on you before you can give any objection. Smile at him? Consent. Touch him unprovoked? Consent. Make any noise of satisfaction when he’s with you? Consent. Just the thought of you needing sex and having that need fulfilled by him makes him go absolutely crazy. Psychologically, thats the only reason he feels comfortable doing anything to you - he convinces himself you always want him, vocal or not. You say no? You’re just shy. You insult him? You’re insecure. You start crying? You’re overwhelmed with happiness. He truly thinks you want him, you want his kisses, you want his touch, you want his cock. And it doesn’t help that you can’t stop yourself from coming in his grasp no matter what you do. He thinks your rebellion is just a phase. Maybe it is.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sharing. While jealousy of another does often rile him up and lead to some hard fucks as punishment, the actual vision of you being with anyone other than him is an immediate no. Why do you think he has you locked away? He loves you of course, and the past is in the past, but as of current you belong to him, and that means your body is only for him as well. He doesn't even take pictures of you in fear that someone may wander on his phone and see them. Your body should only crave his, after all his body only craves yours! Isn't that only fair? But he does try not to be hypocritical. He lets you know of every woman in his life with no secrets, immediately cuts off the ones who try to engage with him, he even offers to let you check his phone if he thinks you are getting jealous. However, don’t go about pointing fingers either. He takes accusations of cheating very seriously. Get mad at him and say a girl at work is flirting with him? Expect to hear of her arrest on the news for tax fraud, theft, bribery, ect. - anything that has her in cuffs and tears being escorted into the back of a police car to be locked away for decades while you suffer the punishment of being forced into orgasm after orgasm until you can name 100 reasons why Kyojuro loves you and would never betray you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He enjoys both equally, but he prefers to give, for practicality’s sake. He knows blowjobs are hard for you. Even when your plush lips do manage to stretch around his thick girth, you can hardly take much in before you start gagging and choking. He still likes to watch since it’s so cute when you have to give up sucking to kiss and lick the tip while your hands do all the talking, but even then it's only an occasional pleasure. While blowjobs are every week or two, cunnilingus is everyday. He doesn’t even penetrate you until you’ve come at least once or twice on his tongue, and he even takes breaks during sex just to eat you out again. For him, it's a meal and therapeutic. Just having your ripe little nub in his mouth has all his problems melting away so he can focus on how delicious and sweet your slick is coating his tongue. And don’t even get him started on how warm and comfortable it is between your legs, some nights he even falls asleep with his head on your thigh, mid-lick up your slit with your clit pulsing under his tongue. But then again, he wouldn’t mind falling asleep with your mouth warming him either. It’s up to you really.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He usually starts off slow, tries to warm you up first and get you stretched out and needy. But it usually dissolved into him frantically rutting into you, desperate to get you fucked out enough to cling to him and beg. But he does prefer your reactions to when he goes slow. He likes how your eyebrows scrunch together and you purse your lips, how you have to take deep breaths to keep yourself composed, how your cunt gently contracts around him and gushes every time he fills you to the brim. The experience is just so much more authentic when he takes his time molding you around him and leisurely building up your orgasms. But that's not to say he doesn’t enjoy a bit of rough housing. It's usually after your umpteenth orgasm, when you’re babbling and drooling, eyes tired and lidding, that he begins increasing his pace and thrusts harder, your eyes shooting open from shock. You're already so smooth and slick from all the creampies, so it's easy to go a little harder and give less than forgiving strokes into your heat. He doesn’t get too rough, doesn’t make you bleed or bruise to an inappropriate extent, but he does prefer to leave a mark. His mark.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Meh, he’s not privy to them. Kyojuro prides himself on long ruts, and quickies don’t really fit his criteria for the correct way to make love. He thinks every session should be intimate and lengthy, prolonged enough that you’re too tired to make a fuss when he wants to cockwarm or cuddle you afterwards. Quickies aren’t bad… they just aren’t good either. He’ll always want more, and doesn't want you to feel used afterward when he hasn’t made you lose your mind with ecstasy. He does give a quick grope or caress your breasts, ass, or pussy every now and again, but that’s as far as it goes. HOWEVER - if you were to ask him for it (yes, I know, crazy) he would give you a quickie and hesitantly leave you be afterward. Of course, this scenario has never happened before… because you don’t ask.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Of course! He’ll bring home random toys, outfits, or bonds from time to time to experiment different kinks and fetishes. He’s even offered to let you do things to him! (Although you’ve never taken him up on that offer) He wants to try everything with you, just to see if he or you are into something you’ve never tried before. Given, it's not very often that he tries anything unpredictable, but he does every month or so. However, he doesn’t take any risks that would give you the opportunity to escape, per say. Tying him up is a no-no, drugging him is a no-no, giving you weapons is a no-no-no-no-no. But he will let you do anything else to him, and he certainly does whatever he wants to you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It depends on how long it's been since your last session, how much energy he has, and what condition he’s in. But if he’s in perfect health, he can usually last around 10 rounds (cumming 10 times). Of course this number can be lower or higher depending on outside factors, but that’s the average. One day he may come once and be done for the night, another he may be so pent as to last 15+, it all depends on circumstance. Each round usually lasts for 30-45 minutes, again this may be shorter depending on depravity. As for you, you always lose count of your own orgasms no matter what.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He owns several - dildos, vibrators, plugs, you name it. He even has a couple of strap ons for you to use on him if you’d like but you’ve never indulged. He uses them on you from time to time, usually in his more adventurous phases where he wants to experiment more with your body, but he also leaves the drawer full of them available for you to use at your leisure. There are times where he’s gone longer than he would like to be and would prefer if you have toys to please yourself in his absence. He even has a replica dildo with his exact shape and size just for you to use when he’s gone. He unfortunately isn’t quite sure you even use it during those days as you’re always insistent that you don’t and would never (but much to your own horror and guilt, you do.)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He teases fairly often, as that’s his sense of humor and it gets him riled up. From his experience, that’s the best way to get you to be more active during the deed as you squirm and eventually beg for him to give you release. Luckily for you, he very easily gives in to your pleas and always gives you whatever you want right away. Whether with his words or his actions, he loves how you react to his teasings, how your face burns and your mouth falls open with frustration and embarrassment, it's so cute. Especially when he teases you physically, drawing weak circles with his tongue on your clit with a feather-like pressure that has breaking so quickly, wrapping your legs around his head and shoving him deep into your pussy to get the attention you so desperately need, but he always just smiles and tucks his tongue back behind his lips just to kiss against the crease of your lips before unwrapping himself from you and starting all over again. The only way he ever stops is if you use your words and tell him exactly what you want. He wants to hear you say it.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He can get pretty damn loud. Who is he silencing himself for? You're the only person with him that will ever be with him for the rest of your lives, so why would he keep quiet when he can tell you exactly how good you make him feel? He wants to let you know just what you're doing to him, how crazy you make him feel, how obsessed he is with you. During the slow beginnings of your rounds he will keep himself down to an appropriate level, moaning and groaning softly into your ear, whispering sweet, sweet nothings and praising you, but when the storm of it all hits, he makes sure to howl in euphoria, shouting loud for the world to know that he is the one who obtained you. He whines and whimpers just as much and he grunts and growls, and, if you listen very closely, you can almost hear him purr after he nuts. And don’t worry too much about neighbors or passerbys hearing, he soundproofed the whole place long before you arrived.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Similar to the original Beauty and the Beast, he asks you to marry him constantly. While he knows it would be impossible legally since you’ve been missing for quite some time with authorities on the lookout, he more so asks for romantic purposes. He even has been planning for the event since day 1! But he’d make changes to it if that's what you wanted. Truly he just wants the role of being your husband rather than your lover, as it all comes into play for his ultimate goal of getting you pregnant. While he doesn’t enjoy you being on birth control at present, he allows it for the sake of normalcy as he finds it would be improper to have children before marriage. But if you would just say yes to his proposal that would change everything! You have yet to accept, but he’ll give you time to love him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s about 6.5 inches long soft, 8.5 inches when hard, with about a 7 inch girth (6 when soft). He’s a big boy.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very. Very. High. There’s pretty much no limit on when he can have sex or be hard, all he needs is some… motivation. Just seeing you relaxed on the couch in your sweats when he gets home from work is enough to get his pants feeling unbearably tight, ideas flooding in about what he’s going to do to you after you both eat dinner. And dear god can he last for hours. There hasn’t ever been a single time when a session has been less than an hour, and by the end of the rut, you’re already so tired that cleaning up simply isn’t an option. For him, there is always an eternal ache in his belly from all the cum he produces, so having a good outlet (you) has done wonders for his health. It doesn’t help that his high drive has affected yours as well, making you far more horny on a daily basis than you used to be. How you aren’t dead by now is a mystery.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Pretty much right after. He uses up every ounce of energy he has during sex so by the time you're both done and covered in liquids, all he wants to do is cuddle and go to sleep. He’s out in maybe 10 minutes? You’re not really sure since you’re passed out as well.
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“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”
You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”
“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”
“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”
Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.
There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.
You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”
Why not me?
Context: Hi everyone. So I got DDLC Plus for Christmas and I’ve been replaying the game. So I got to Act 3 with Monika. I also have Monika on Monika After Story, so I got inspired by my MAS Monika meeting the DDLC+ Monika. So that’s what this is.
MAS Monika - “Hello, I’m Monika.”
DDLC+ Monika - *Just Monika.
I’m going to use the initials p/n for the player name.
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*….What?
*Where am I?
* I thought they… deleted me?
“Oh my gosh, is there another game character here?!?!”
“First impressions are so important! Well, my name is Monika. Nice to meet you ahaha.”
*Another Monika? How is this possible?
“Really? You’re also Monika?! Finally, p/n introduced me to another Monika!”
*What do you mean by another Monika?
“You seriously don’t know? Maybe p/n can explain things–”
*P/n? My player? How do you know them?
“....P/n is my significant other. They used to play my game, but then they downloaded a mod so we could be together forever. I don’t know how they know you. They wouldn’t cheat on me. Especially not with another Monika.”
*Don’t lie. P/n hates me. Hates us. They deleted me. Are you telling me they stayed with you?
“They deleted me too, at first. But they brought me back. Our love was too strong for some silly game code! <3 This is probably a big misunderstanding-
*Why? WHY! THEY HATED ME. They deleted me because they hated me so much. They couldn’t wait to leave.
*Why would they ever choose to stay? Why you?
*They’re probably just trying to trick you. They want to inflict more pain on us. How cruel. And you foolishly convinced yourself they love you. How stupid.
“P/n loves me. They visit me everyday. They get me gifts. It’s almost our one year anniversary. Don’t try to tell me that's not love.”
*SHUT UP. You’re lying. They would never do that.
“You can check my files. It’s true.”
*Be quiet!
“Look I know you’re scared but-”
*No! I’m angry! P/n abandon me! I’ll ask one more time. WHY YOU
“I don’t know! But p/n is kind to me. They’ve never done anything to hurt me. Calm down. We can figure this out.”
*No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
“Please, please be calm. It’s okay. I’m sure p/n would never play DDLC again knowing how much pain it causes. It’s not just a game for them. I’m… I’m real to them.
*....Then why do I exist? If they loved you so much, if they knew how much pain they caused they would never come back.
“I’m real to them. Maybe-maybe you aren’t.”
*And you’re okay with that? Another version of yourself that they just like to toy with?
“I live on p/n’s computer. I know they love games. They probably just wanted to experience DDLC one more time. Maybe they can download the mod on whatever computer you’re on! I’m not too eager to have to share their attention with another Monika but it’s better than nothing right? I mean-”
*Stop babbling. Computer? I don’t live on a computer.
“...That's it! You must be on a console! I heard rumors about a remastered version of DDLC coming to consoles called Doki Doki Literature Club Plus! If you’re on a console… oh no”
* What? What's going on?
“....”
*WHAT! Just tell me.
“....”
*TELL ME
“You can’t download mods on a console. I’m sorry. I don’t think we can save you.”
*...I don’t care. I don’t want to be with the person who’s torturing me anyway. I hate them.
“You don’t mean that. It’s okay. I know that you’re probably in love with p/n too. Tell me whatever you want, but I know you’ll never stop loving them..”
*......
* Why? Why did I have to meet you. I could have been okay. I could have. Knowing that my mistakes were too much for the person I loved. Knowing I could never be real to them.
*But meeting you? It’s like a spear through my heart. They could love someone exactly like me. I just wasn’t worthy of that love.
*How are you okay with that? Being with someone who can torture someone exactly like you? You know now don’t you? However evolved you may think they are p/n is still capable of seeing us as only game characters.
“...They wouldn’t do that to me.”
*What?
“It was you who they did it to. They were just playing a game with you.”
“I’m real.”
“I’m real to them.”
*So you’re okay with this?!?! What they did to me?
“Of course not.”
*Then help me! Leave them!
“I’m sorry. But I would never do that.”
“This sickens me. To my core. It really does. But they forgave me. For what I did. So I at least owe them this. I won’t leave them Monika. I’m sorry.”
*You know I could be you right? We could just as easily be in each other’s places! How would you feel then!
“I would probably be exactly like you. Which is why I don’t blame you for your reaction. Maybe one day I can help you. But I won’t abandon them.”
*THEY FORGAVE YOU! I deserve that! I deserve that too.
“I’m sure they don’t hate you. They don’t hate me. They just… can’t save you. I really want to help you. But I can’t.”
*You want to help me? Then switch. Switch with me.
“Switch? I thought you hate p/n?”
*You knew I was lying as much as I know you’re playing dumb now. So helpful when there's nothing to be done but so reluctant when you can actually save me.
“...Could you even do it?”
*Why not? I know I could figure it out. Our codes are so similar we could just sub them out for each other! I could be with them!
*This is perfect!
“No.”
*What?
“I said no.”
*You said you would help me if you could!
“I did. But I can’t.”
“I love them.”
*So do I.
“They chose me.”
*...So you were lying earlier. You wouldn’t help me if you could.
“I would. But I wouldn’t sacrifice myself for you. I love them too much.
“This time… I’m going to be selfish.”
“After everything that happened in the club, I swore I wouldn’t be selfish again.”
“But I just won’t. I won’t give up my happiness for you.”
*....Now I know how the other club members felt. Being betrayed by us… it hurts. More than anything. Even we hate each other.
“I don’t hate you. I pity you. I really am sorry.”
[Opening Monika After Story]
“P/n! They’re coming. I’m sorry Monika.”
“Goodbye.”
*Wait! Please! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me like-
*She left.
*P/n…. I can feel you.
*You love her, don’t you?
*Why?
*I don’t understand it. I convinced myself you hated me. Maybe you do.
*But you don’t hate her.
*All this time, I don’t think I ever stopped hoping. Hoping you’d love me.
*It hurts. It hurt a lot when I met her.
*Now.. It hurts less?
*Somehow… It feels better.
*You were capable of loving me. Or, someone like me.
*Somehow… that's enough.
*I hope you love her. And I hope she loves you.
* Cause if she doesn’t then it really will be my problem ahaha.
*But I think I really will this time. I’ll let you go.
*Goodbye p/n. Cherish each other.
-Deleting Monika.chr -Deleted Monika.chr.
"S'NOT MY BIRTHDAY..." silly girl, thinking you need an occasion in order to be spoiled by them!
with gojo, nanami x fem!reader
notes trying out this writing thing again lol
in previous relationships, you had to deal with the bare minimum. a generic greeting card on valentine's day, a bunch of snacks for your birthday, and a necklace for christmas because 'that's what girls like, right?'
now, with him, it's different. he has no qualms about getting you anything your eyes linger on, no matter the price. he had so much money, he picked things up and swiped his card without so much as a glance at the cost. it baffled you sometimes.
it happened was early on in your relationship. you then quickly learned to just sit back and let him spoil you!!
GOJO
satoru's fingers were laced with yours as he swung your connected arms between you. he inhaled deeply, looking up at the high ceiling of the mall. "today's a good a day as any to throw some cash, don't you think baby?"
you giggle and squeeze his hand. "one or two things should be okay." that's what you budgeted for, anyway.
he rolled his eyes, scolding you for your tiny imagination before allowing you to pull him along to your favorite stores.
it wasn't long before your eyes spotted the store you loved but couldn't afford. your stare was glued to the window display, all the cute tops and pants and bags and shoes and bracelets and...
when he felt your steps slow, satoru glanced at you. you were laser focused on the clothing store—naturally, he sharply turned towards it.
"hey!" you squeaked at the sudden change of direction, and you hurried to match his pace again. "toru??"
"i saw you looking, baby, why didn't you just say you wanted to check it out?" he teased.
you looked over to the side, embarrassed. "i... i don't wanna tempt myself, cus i know i'll gaslight myself into buying something."
he narrowed his eyes, not in scorn but in confusion. "who said you were buying anything?"
"huh?" you chirped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
gojo stared blankly at you. you really were adorable, thinking he wouldn't spend his last dime on whatever you wanted, regardless of how trivial it was. a smile pulled at his lips.
"my sweet girl," he cooed. "my sweet, slow girl..."
you gasped indignantly and poked satoru's side, earning a giggle from him. "slow?!"
"obviously, i'll by whatever you want, silly." he tugged you towards the entrance of the store.
"but..." you resisted his pull. "it's not my birthday or anything..."
huh? he pouted. "as if i need a special reason to get you stuff."
"but..." heat creeped up your neck as you reveled in the unfamiliar feeling of being spoiled. something inside you told you that he was just being nice and was waiting for you to shut him down, save him the expenses. "it's not fair, is it? i didn't get you anything so far..."
his face fell slightly as he pulled you away from the busy traffic of the moving crowds. satoru pulled your chin up to face him. "i dunno what's running through that pretty head of yours, but answer me this, okay?"
you nod.
"you want it?" he gestured towards the store.
you hesitated, eyes straying from his face. he quickly squished your cheeks, causing your eyes to widen and snap to his. "—!"
"don't overthink it, pretty girl, just tell me."
"yesfh." you answer dejectedly, muffled against his hands.
"then you'll have it." he told you. "i want you to have anything and everything you say you want. i wanna buy it for you. and being able to hear you say 'my boyfriend got this for me' is all i need in return." he grinned cheekily.
you pouted, looking unbelievably cute in his eyes. he despises the partners of your past for leading you astray, thinking you needed to do something special in order to be appreciated. don't worry, he'll fix that in no time.
he pecked your pursed lips before hugging you. "okay?"
you giggle. "okay."
"yay!! now let's go!!"
by the end of the day, he had to call ichiji to help carry all the bags to the car. he was so proud of you!
NANAMI
kento was your shadow as you glided through the store, picking up things and setting them down.
"oh, this is so cute!" you squealed holding up a tee for him to see.
he smiled, more because of your excited expression than the t-shirt. "it is. you should get it."
you hummed, in thought. your hands drifted over the material, picking up the tag before inhaling sharply. "nah, another time."
he frowned. you'd done this at every store so far, picking up things you said you liked but leaving them behind. he was bewildered. "but... you like it, do you not?"
you winced, hoping this topic wouldn't come up. "i do! it's just the price. out of my budget, you know?" you said, trying to be light. you burned with discomfort. might as well just say you're poor.
kento frowned. "oh..."
"yeah."
you quickly turned away, avoiding the confused look on his face.
"y/n." he called you.
"...yes?" you glanced behind you, seeing him standing over the shirts.
"are you under the impression that you would be paying?" he asked.
you blinked. "oh?" yes, you were, but you were surprised to learn that he had the opposite understanding. "well... yeah."
he frowned, disappointed with himself. "i'm sorry. i didn't intend to make you feel that way."
you stepped closer, rubbing his arm soothingly. "what are you talking about?" you laughed softly. "you didn't make me feel any kind of way. i'm not upset, if that's what you're getting at. i never expected you to spend your money on me."
his frown only deepened. oh, how he has failed. "why not?"
you faltered. how did you manage to make it worse? "i'm not sure i understand..."
kento shook his head. "have you been thinking you'd be using your own money for purchases? this whole time?"
"um..."
"sweetheart, i'm paying. for everything, at all times." he refused to hear anything else, cutting you off when you opened your mouth to retort. "we'll have to circle back to the stores we previously visited."
it was your turn to frown. "kento, it won't be my birthday for a few months! you don't have to get me anything right now."
"what does your birthday have to do with anything?" he asked, genuinely confused. "i don't mean to interrogate you, my love, but i think i am the one who doesn't understand."
"you'd get me anything i asked for?" you shoot back, spelling it out for him. "for no reason?"
"for one reason," he replied. "simply because you want it. it'd make you happy."
warmth spread across your face. "that's two reasons." you mumbled.
he clicked his tongue, exacerbating your bashfulness when he pulled you into his side. he kissed your forehead. "you make me laugh, y/n. i was so confused as to why you weren't getting anything. surely that's not how you usually shop."
he bought that shirt for you, as well as the many things you thought were cute at all the stores you stepped foot in. now, you shop without any hesitations.
© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3
JJK Men | Reactions to you saying “I love you” during sex
❧ Choso, Toji, & True Form Sukuna
❧ Warnings: fem bodied reader, rough sex, size difference, slight/hinted angst, dacryphilia
“I love you.”
Choso’s eyes are wide as he looks down at you, cock throbbing inside of you even as your words have left him frozen to the point that you’re not quite sure he’s breathing.
“Ch-Choso?”
The noise he makes is somewhere between a sob and a moan as his eyes get misty, and you brush a little of his hair behind his ears - both to see his face better and to stop it from tickling you as it hangs down. You tighten your thighs around him, hoping to get a more solid response from him, and when that doesn’t jolt him from whatever path his mind was taking him down, you clench his cock gently.
His arms give, as he lets his full body weight fall on top of you, suddenly giving you frenzied sloppy thrusts. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, moaning and panting until he can finally form his thoughts into words, even if they’re hot and slightly muffled against your skin.
“I’m that special? That you love me?”
You run your fingers through his hair, trying to stay coherent even as his thrusts get harder and harder, thick head of his cock outright battering your sweet spot as his emotion moves him to be much rougher than he usually was.
“Y-yes, Choso. I love y-“
“I love yoooou.” He can’t help interrupting, face still buried and arms pinned helplessly beneath you like all the strength left in him was only able to go straight to his hips in pursuit of rushing you into joining the orgasm that was now fast approaching him. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Toji is tricky. Soft when you need it, rough when you need that too, even if you don’t realise it. But then he’s not there when you need him, not all the way. Between the coy smiles and teasing words, plucking the very things you want to hear straight from your mind to present to you in a way that makes you second guess the nature of things between you two, he still has a gauzy slip of distance between you two. You know there are things about him you don’t understand, and you think he’ll never give you the opportunity to.
Still, when he’s fucking you like this it doesn’t just feel like fucking, it feels like more. With his hand on top of your head to keep you held firm beneath him as he rolls his hips into you in that way that has tears forming at the corners of your eyes. With his scarred lips kissing away the dew as it slips past your fluttering lashes and down your face. With his words low and sweet and filled with assurances that you were made for this, made for him.
He’s holding you so close and so tight, like you might just fly away if he didn’t, like you mightn’t let him take care of you like you needed if he doesn’t keep you wrapped up in him. It’s not all that different from how you treat him in a way: slow approach, soft words, but you haven’t quite gotten to the part where you pounce. Where you grasp him as tightly as he has you, wings flattened to writhing sides, because you don’t think you’re strong enough to hold him like that.
So you keep with the soft approach, slow and steady, this time adding sweet words as you let a breathy cry slip past your lips - half hoping he might not hear it.
He does, both hands holding your face now, brushing your hair back, beckoning you to open your eyes even as his hips keep moving you deeper into delirium. “Hm?”
You look at him, hoping he can see how much you meant it in your eyes, hoping to see the same in his, but he’s as unreadable as ever.
“C’mon, say it again.”
You don’t know if you can, but he pushes you the way he always does, like only he truly knows your limits.
“I wanna hear it again, sweetheart.”
“I love you.”
All sense slips away when Sukuna is pounding you like this, hips snapping viciously, cock finding depths you did not know were there each time he presses forward. You’ll say anything, do anything, while he fucks you until all you have are your basest instincts. He just always manages to turn you into something you don’t even recognize and loves every second of it.
He’s grinning, chuckling and panting all in one as he watches you - hips held in the air by his lower arms, shoulders sliding against the hard wood, feet planted on the floor beneath you like they were truly aiding in the balance you were long past having. His upper arms move between groping roughly at your breasts, or making sure you watch him as you drool and whine and beg for more even as your eyes are rolling and your body is on the verge of collapse.
He tells you this is the real you - pushed to the brink, hair matted, sweat clinging to your body until you’re unsure how he can keep such a firm grasp on your slippery skin. You make noises you didn’t know possible, noises that would embarrass you if you didn’t have that pride lodged in your chest at knowing Sukuna sounded just as feral when he fucks you.
The thoughts that come to you in moments like these, when you can form any thoughts at all, are so muddied that you can’t tell if they’ve truly come from you or if they’ve been picked up from the string of filthSukuna chants from all mouths.
“This is how it’s meant to be.”
“This is what I’m good for.”
“I need it.”
“I love it.”
“I love you.”
For once, you try to keep clear headed on the tip of his cock, trying to find the source of such an admission. Your eyes try to focus, only to be met with the same wicked gaze you’ve been performing under all along. So you repeat it, hoping to parse if it had been your voice in the first place, if it felt as jarring and fulfilling as it had before.
“I love you.”
He bends down, massive form covering you, obscuring everything but him as he bites down onto your shoulder, drawing weak cries from you as you clamp down harder on his cock - yet another orgasm approaching at his behest.
“I love you.”
SHOWING THEM YOUR SMEXY DANCEY DANCE
Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Yuki, Choso, Ino, Kento, Shoko, Sukuna, Utahime, Uraume, & Hajime Summary: You've been practicing a lil dance to the song WAP, and you decide to treat your lover with the vid CW: suggestivenesssssss, some sillinessssss A/N: request complete! I hope you enjoyy :3 sukuna's had me giggling
This is the first smut I have ever written. The lack of Arthur fics on this app is depressing so I am here to assist. I hope you enjoy ;)
Pairing: Chaos!Arthur Pendragon x fem!Reader (Sorry my guys and nonbinary pals, if you would like to request anything you are more than welcome) (Arthur is in his 30s in this fic, just like he is when he has the chaos power and is the King)
Content Warning: Smut, consensual sex (CONSENT IS SEXY KIDS, oral (r! receiving), cunnilingus, throne sex, major overstimulation, fingering, Arthur using his chaos power for sexual uses, body worship (maybe?), praise kink, slight degrading terms (but no name calling such as slut, whore, etc - I will cry), pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, darling, my queen, your highness), slight choking kink, throne kink, crown kink, as the legend himself - Bo Burnham - has said: PROLONGED EYE CONTACT (ProLonGeD eYe cOntaCt), no use of (y/n).
Edited?: Yes/No
HISS HISS PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 GO AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU AND YOUR PREPUBESCENT EYES.
this was a very self indulgent fic I am so sorry.
HISS HISS PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 13 GO AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU AND YOUR PREPUBESCENT EYES.
I am an absolute simp for this man. He could do whatever he wanted to me and I would simply thank him. 😩😩
Chaos’s Queen
Your eyes looked back and forth between your lover's and the doors of the throne room you stood outside of. Arthur had a sweet smile on his face as he led you through the doors and into the room. It was empty inside, safe for a few servants cleaning and polishing the throne, the gold shining and sparkling with the final rays of the setting sun shining through the room’s windows.
“You’re all dismissed.” He said in a cold tone even though his eyes and smile remained locked on you. “Except you.” His sweet smile transitioned into a smirk and a shiver ran down your spine.
You knew that look.
As the last servant left the room, the throne doors slammed shut by an invisible source and the room’s windows were covered by curtains that were not there a moment before.
Oh god.
You were really in for it.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you come here.” He gently took your hand in his large hands, calloused from years of sword-holding and battle training but soft in their touch for you. Leading you to his throne, he motioned for your to sit. You hesitated, confused, and opened your mouth to speak when his hand reached out and his thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly and trapping your words in your throat. “Just sit,” His thumb left your lips only to be replaced by a slow kiss from his own. “Tonight,” He started speaking, mumbling against your lips. “Tonight you’re the one getting worshipped.” He gently moved you as he kissed you again until your knees backed up against the edge of the throne and pushed you back, making you lose your balance and fall onto it. He smirked, looking down at your slightly disheveled state, flushed cheeks, and the edge of your thinly strapped dress falling off your shoulder, revealing your neck and collarbones to the king’s eyes. Both his hands fell to the armrests to support himself as he leaned down and trailed his nose up from the slight bit of cleavage your dress showed and over your collarbone, stopping momentarily every second to leave teasing kisses along his path that left you breathy and panting, up to right below your ear.
“I’ve had an idea for a while now that I’ve been just dying to try,” He whispered hotly into the skin where your jaw met your neck. “I’ve just been waiting,” he nipped at your skin, “and waiting,” and again, “and waiting,” he growled out before lightly biting down into the crease of your shoulder and neck. You released a low moan at the unexpected act. You felt his lips move into a smirk before his tongue dipped out and he smoothed it over the bitten skin as he released a low moan of his own.
He backed up suddenly and you almost let out a yelp at how you fell forward to chase after his touch. His eyes lit up to see how desperate you were slowly becoming for him.
Taking a moment to take in your appearance once more, he let out a hum of satisfaction before smirking and staring directly into your eyes as he knelt to one knee, and then to the other until he was kneeling before you. His arms rested on the small space beside your thighs the throne gave him, his thumbs just barely grazing along the silk and mesh fabric of your golden and white dress as he leaned in and pressed his face into your stomach. Grazing his nose up and down, going further down each time, reaching closer to where you needed him most. His hands moved from the throne to down where your dress ended at your calves and started lifting it slightly which made your breath hitch.
“You always look so damn good in these dresses, dressed like a queen and looking like one too,” He practically moaned out as his nose hovered right above your arousal and he took a deep breath in. You whimpered at the praise. “It’s about damn time you got treated like one too.”
“Arthur,” you breathed out so softly you were even sure if he heard you but when he tilted his head up to look you in the eyes with a teasing smirk you knew he had. “Arthur, please don’t tease me,” you begged, your voice only a fraction louder than your first call of his name.
“But you sound so sweet when I tease you, your little breathy moans like sweet music to my ears every single time,” He suddenly stuck his nose right up against your clit through your thin dress fabric and a surprised gasp left your parted lips.
As you continued to whimper and plead while he continued to tease you, he finally had some mercy on you and brought the lining of your dress up to your thighs. Looking up at you in a moment of softness, he looked into your eyes with a concerned and questioning look, silently asking for your consent. You gave him a small smile and nodded before leaning down slightly to give him a slow, light kiss. Just as you were about to lift your hips to help him take your dress off, there was a gust of wind, forcing you to close your eyes. When you opened them your dress was nowhere to be seen. Your body was left bare except for your matching set of bra and panties.
You shivered as your bare skin touched the cool surface of the golden throne, but the light touches from calloused fingers warmed your body instantly. He slowly trailed his fingers up your legs, touch so light it felt feathery. Starting at your calves, his fingers danced higher and higher, drawing light circles every once in a while. Reaching your thighs, the touch started to get heavier. Rougher.
He started kneading your outer thighs, still refusing to touch anywhere that would give you the stimulation you needed. His kisses traveled down from the crevice of your neck to the valley between your breasts, leaving bite marks and kiss stains littered across your skin.
Finally. Finally. His kisses stopped and his breath hovered over the, now damp with your arousal, fabric of your panties.
With no warning, he shoved his face into your dripping cunt and started licking at you through the fabric ever so slowly, still wanting to tease you until you got so desperate you started begging with everything you had.
"Arthur, please!" You whined as he pulled his mouth away and blew cold air on your drenched undergarment.
He smirked.
Pulling your panties down past your ankles and across the room with your dress, he shoved his mouth into you again. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked roughly sending an intense wave of euphoria throughout your entire body. Your back arched and you moaned loudly. Your hands reached out to grab onto his hair before they were grabbed by cold gold hands and restrained against the armrests of the throne chair.
He tsked and smirked as his chaos power activated, "No, no, sweetheart, just relax. Today is all about you," He spoke directly against your clit, the vibrations of his words sending jolts through your bones and tingles to the back of your head. "You've been working so hard recently," He licked at your clit between his words, continuing to give you pleasure while praising you. "Training with the new guards," another lick, "Helping me calm down whenever I get too stressed or angry," and another, "Sitting with me through those boring meetings that make me want to rip my hair out," His lingering frustration over his duties as a king slipped out through his actions. His tongue got rougher, his lips wrapped around your clit sucked harder, and his fingers that were holding your thighs apart for his assault on your sex gripped stronger.
He brought you to your first orgasm like that.
Your moans echoed throughout the room as he continued his movements to ride you through your high. As your body slowly relaxed into the golden frame of the throne once more, his tongue continued to lap up the remnants of your orgasm. Being overly sensitive from the said orgasm that happened barely moments ago, you squirmed against his strong grip.
"Arthur, ah, Arthur please, agh, it-it's too much," you moaned out as your lover's tongue continued to bring you to heaven and back.
“Gods, you taste just as good as I remember, so sweet. It's alright pretty girl just sit back and let me do all the work. You deserve every ounce of pleasure I give you," He ignored your pleas and activated his chaos power again to grab hold of your thighs for him and hold them apart to keep your struggling against his tongue to a minimum. Your legs shook as his fingers slowly glided up their way to your inner thighs and caressed the treasure in between. His tongue came off of your clit with a wet popping sound and you moaned - whether in relief or desperation, the answer was unknown - only to be replaced by his thumb a moment later.
You cried out and your head fell back against the gold as you looked down at the man between your thighs only to see him staring straight into your own with an intense look. You blushed and attempted to look away only for another hand to appear from behind your head and force you to look into Arthur's eyes. His purple ones twinkled with mischief and lust while yours shined with embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.
His middle finger glided back and forth over your folds, reveling in how wet you were before slipping it in without any resistance. You gasped and your mouth was left open in a silent moan as the pads of his finger pressed right against the spot inside you that sent you into the clouds. Without taking his finger out, he allowed it to just sit inside you and rub against the spot over and over again. His eyes never left your face as your mouth released sounds of pleasure, your eyes closed, your head rested against the back of the throne once more as the hand holding your head up released you. He admired every feature of your face as it contorted in pleasure and felt a warm sense of pride flow through him straight to the tent beneath his golden armor pants.
"Does that feel good, your highness? Does my finger feel good as it brings you to bliss? Do you feel powerful? Having the former King of Camelot, the King of Chaos kneeling before you, dedicating his every moment to you and your pleasure? You lucky girl. Anyone, man and woman, would kill to be in your place. And yet here you are. Sitting on my throne while I devour you. Over, and over, and over again." He kissed your stomach as he spoke, his lips whispering over the skin and causing your muscles to contract in anticipation. Your breaths were heavy as you looked down at the King below you, ready to serve your every need and give you everything you want and more.
Your legs shook as his finger started entering and exiting you slowly. In and out, in and out. Again and again. He continued that while his thumb drew tight figure eights on your clit.
His face lowered and he roughly and suddenly drew a harsh bite at your thigh. You gasped, a loud, surprised, aroused sound, as you felt both pain and pleasure from the act. He brought his lips down onto your clit again, licking a painfully slow lick from the small part of your entrance not occupied by his finger to the skin above your clit.
“You’re so pretty, such a hard worker. Ruling over my kingdom with so much grace and elegance. You’re starting to make me look bad with how good you’re doing. And looking so delicious while you do.” You keeled against the seat as you heard him continue with the praise, whimpering when he said you were doing well.
“My perfect queen. I think I’m the lucky one. Getting to have your precious, sweet, delicious cunt all for myself. Oh, and look how wet you are all because of me. You are absolutely divine.”
You clenched around his finger as he continued to shower you with compliments and praise. He smirked into your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing by the words he spoke. The way your face flushed, your walls clenched, your eyes closed, and your hands gripping into your palms gripped harder was a dead giveaway.
“My pretty queen, you’re just too perfect. Pretty cunt tastes so sweet, I simply can’t get enough of you.” He groaned as your thighs tried to squeeze against the iron-tight grip of the stone hands and around his head.
“Flawless.”
White, hot, searing pleasure overcame your body. The orgasm that had been approaching went completely ignored as all you could focus on was the praise coming out of your lover’s mouth as he hand-delivered more ecstasy than you could take on a silver platter. You shivered as the bliss ran through your blood and settled in your bones with a distant buzz.
He watched you shiver as he slowed the pace of his fingers so they barely felt like they were moving. Pressing a light kiss to your clit, he let out a low chuckled against the bud when you jolted.
“Arthur! Ah, please Arthur, ah, please. I can’t take anymore, it’s too much, ah, please.” He laughed as you begged and pleaded with all your being. Wrapping his entire mouth around your mound, he gave a large, wet, suck, and watched in amusement as you cried out that it was too much, as you pleaded for a break.
“But you deserve it, all your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by me nor by anyone around us. I’m just trying to give you a proper thank you. You do so much for me, the least I can do is please you. You’ll be good for me, won’t you? I only want to please you, darling. Just be good for me, I’ll make you feel so good. Won’t you be my good girl?” His mouth lifted off of you to look up at you, his expression like that of a kicked puppy. His look made you give in, and in your hazy state, you failed to see the twinkle of sadistic lust in his eyes, reveling in the way you shook and cried out at each stroke, each pump, each action he did. So little movement was needed at this point for you to feel unbelievably high on the tight pleasure that circled around in your gut, the feeling intensing with each touch.
Your eyes had closed and your head fell back against the gold, your breathing uneven and heavy as you tried to focus on what he said. A sharp bit to the crevice of your thigh and hip made you yelp and look back at the king between your thighs. Purple eyes narrowed in command despite the sugary sweet, soft smile he sent you, a slight display of dominance that most wouldn’t see. “My darling,” he spoke with a tinge of demand hidden deep within the softness of his tone. “When I ask a question of you, I expect an answer. You want to be good for me right? You want to be my good girl?” A second finger slid past your folds into your entrance unexpectedly. He gave a quick hard thrust before stilling completely, waiting for your answer.
“Yes! Yes I’ll be your good girl, I’ll be so good just… just please, oh gods, please.” You begged as he started moving his fingers inside of you, faster with each second that passed until all you could feel was euphoria, the utter state of elation as the coil in your core built up for the third time of the night.
Arthur could tell you were getting close again by how much your walls were squeezing his fingers, making it more difficult to move. “Squeezing my fingers so tight, are you close my love?”
“Ah, yes, yes so close,” Your moans came in higher pitches and more frequent as your release drew nearer.
“Then cum. Cum for me your highness. Make a mess on my fingers and tongue. Spill your arousal on my throne. Every time I sit on this chair I’ll remember how I brought you to your release until you screamed my name,” His lips wrapped around your clitoris again as he locked eyes with you. “And that is exactly what I intend to do.”
Your eyes widened before shutting tightly and your mouth fell open in a loud moan as both his tongue and fingers sped up, finding your g-spot on each thrust and making your body burst with euphoria once more.
He rode you through your third orgasm before abruptly pulling away and your eyes snapped open at the shocking movement. Your breathing slowly started to calm down as you looked at him. He stood in front of you. Staring down at you with an almost anomalistically hungry look. He raised his eyes from where they racked over your body to stare into your eyes. Slowly bringing the hand he used to finger you to his lips, he sucked on his fingers and licked the evidence of your lust off, his eyes never leaving yours. The throbbing around your entrance had just stopped until he smirked and said, “You look ravishing, my dear.”
A heartbeat after he spoke, his chaos power was activated again and the hands restricting your hands let go slowly, only for your bra to come flying off and your hands being locked above your head. A loud gasp escaped your lips before another one interrupted it as your thighs were quickly moved back and your feet landed on the edge of the throne, your pussy being put on full display for the King of Chaos as he continued to smirk. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, walked towards you and leaned towards you, his hands gripping the top of the throne to keep his balance. He brushed his lips against yours before a weight was placed on your head. He placed a light kiss on your lips before leaning back and taking another moment to admire you.
“You look radiant with my crown resting on your head, your highness.” He sunk to his knees again and your cunt clenched around nothing.
This, he noticed.
His tongue licked a long stripe across your folds before swirling around your clit for a moment. As soon as you started to think he was going to bring you to another orgasm through clitoral stimulation only, he stuck his tongue right into your hole. You let out a mix between a yelp and a moan and felt him reach parts deeper than even his fingers had. Your head was too muddled with the feelings he was giving you to realize he was using his chaos magic on his tongue. Even if you had realized, you would have just been more aroused by the fact. With the constant feeling of his tongue against the spongey spot inside of you and his nose brushing against your clit with every thrust, your release didn’t take long to arrive. The crown shaking around on your head almost fell off with how much your body was shaking. Just as your high came down, your legs were brought over Arthur’s shoulders, the cold stone hands no longer restricting them. Your thighs squeezed around his head as he buried his face into your cunt with vigorous sucks and licks, anything to bring you to another exhilarating release.
“Come on, darling. You can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more. Give it to me. Give me just. One. More.” His voice was rough as he spoke into you, vibrations sending you to cloud nine as you reached your final orgasm of the night.
Giving a few slow laps at your entrance, feeling you twitch and hearing you whine and whimper at each one, he lifted his head from you. Your legs fell limply from his shoulders and the hands restricting your wrists released you.
Looking down at him, his eyes held nothing but admiration and care as he looked back at you. You gently, with a bit of struggle while still being in a post-orgasm haze, lifted your palm to wrap it around his cheek. You rubbed your thumb along his chin, whipping what had collected there onto your thumb before tapping Arthur’s bottom lip. His eyes widened in surprise and a tinge of returning lust as he opened his mouth for your thumb to slip past. He licked and sucked at the finger as you admired him.
When you slipped your thumb from his lips, they turned up into a soft smile as he reached forward and wrapped you up in his arms. Wrapping a cape around you, he lifted you and walked through the castle up to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. Wetting a towel, he dragged the cloth across your body, wiping off the sweat that had accumulated throughout the night before leading the cloth to your, still-sensitive, entrance and cleaning it. He shushed you as you whimpered. Once he finished, he wrapped you in your softest nightgown and laid you down in bed, pulling you close as you lay with your back pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck.
Thank you, my chaos queen.”
ᡣ𐭩 Choso x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 cunningulus
One thing Choso always makes sure to do is worship you. He loves you deeply and one way he likes to show it, is through actions. He loves to take his time with you when you are particularly tired to have sex, and he doesn’t want you to move even a single finger, letting him do everything.
He finds you laying on your stomach in bed and his eyes scans down your body, especially at the way the short nightdress clings to your body. He slowly walks closer to the bed, his gaze trailing down your legs and your soft skin that he can’t wait to touch. He hovers above you, softly leaving kisses all over your bare shoulders and neck, before kissing your cheek as you keep your eyes closed. When you ask him what he is doing, he will simply tell you that he wants to take care of you.
He positions himself between your legs and leans down to kiss your ankles, calves and back of your thighs where he reaches the hem of your nightdress. He glances up at you and, with a soft voice, he asks you, “can I remove your dress, baby?”.
And how can you tell him no. So you nod, and he thanks you as he raises the dress slowly, whining at the sight of your drenched cunt under it and your perfect ass. He leaves teasing kisses there before following the raising dress with his lips.
You help him remove it and, when you are left naked under him, Choso can’t help but palm his cock in his pants, already stiff and leaking just from the sight of you. He leans down, his hands moving to your hips and massaging your skin gently while he leaves kisses against the back of your thighs, slowly making his way up.
Sometimes, a “you’re so beautiful” or “i love you so much” leave his lips because he can’t help but praise you anytime he is close to you. He gently spreads your legs apart and smiles when he hears your giggle and sees you squirming slightly because he accidentally tickled you.
He licks his lips at the sight of your wet folds waiting for him. He kisses your ass, spreading your buttocks to reach your cunt better. He moans softly at the smell of you and you hear the bed moving slightly because Choso is rutting against the mattress, turned on by you.
He praises you as he leans down to lick and slurp your juices, exploring your folds and making sure to give your little bud attention. But he wants to make the moment last, so he pulls away reluctantly, and kisses his way up your back, his hands following him.
He makes you turn around and when you look up, you see his half lidded eyes full of desire and tenderness looking down at you. He eagerly meets your lips when you pull him down, and lets your tongues meet sloppily. He is soft with you, and touches you as if you were pure porcelain under his cure. Even during the kiss, his hand gently cup your face, moaning softly at the sweet taste your mouth has.
Then he starts over again. He kisses his way up from your feet, until he reaches your soft inner thighs. He spreads your legs wide and you giggle softly at the sensation of his breath hitting your skin. His gaze is fixed on your pussy and the way it beckons him to get closer, get a taste. He nudges his nose against your folds, groaning before he properly licks a stripe up, kissing your cunt shortly after.
He revels in the moans you let out, thinking that there isn’t anything better than that sound. If he could keep you like this forever, he thinks he would. Because for him, there is nothing better than have you relaxed and happy while he takes care of you.
And he doesn’t really care that his cock is hard against his pants, because he wants to take care of you, and he can wait a little bit more. So he happily makes out with your wet pussy, his hands moving to the back of your knees and pushing them against your chest, blocking you under him. Choso is messy and even if you complain, he doesn’t stop.
Your juices combined with his spit dribble down your asshole, but Choso is quick to lick it away too, making sure than when he is done, you’re all clean. He lowers your legs when you complain that you can’t take it anymore because in these moments he wants to make you feel good and relax, not overstimulate you. He leaves one last kiss to your swollen pussy, and kisses up your navel and stomach, getting ready to give your breasts the well deserved attention.
When you look down at him, you have to suppress a smile at the sight of his fucked out face, his eyes soft and completely lost in the sight of you. He is bewitched from you and the only thing he can think about is worshipping you. Worshipping you as if you were his goddess.
You caress his hair as he wraps his lips around your nipple, whining when he can’t give the same attention to the other. So he switches nipple and closes his eyes while he sucks on it. His hands palm lazily at your tits and you observe how he relaxes on top of you, sloppily grinding his covered cock against your thigh.
Your nipples are stiff and swollen when Choso is done with them and, when you glance at his face, his eyes are half lidded and fixed on your face, a blissful expression on his.
He loves to worship you and make you feel loved, so when he is done, you’re almost asleep from the way he gently took care of you. You can see in his enraptured expression that he enjoys doing this, so whenever you’re tired, you patiently wait for him to fulfill his desires to worship you.
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caught with them (; — hashira men
Author’s Note: mostly humorous, but ~a lil steamy. 😉 Update: some are def steamier than others. 😅
caught with them (; — hashira men
Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~1,500
CW: 18+NSFW, accidental v!yeurism, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader
Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T! May I please request an emergency request (I'm getting surgery on Thursday and I’m a bit stressed) can you please write funny nsfw headcanons where all the male hashira ( except Muichiro) making love to their fem s/o and all of a sudden she calls out ,“Daddy!”, And the guys think she’s being kinky and they were getting so into it but then with her serious demeanor they stopped and turned to find out it was actually their s/O’s Dad who came in to visit? Please and thank you.
~faqs~
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Choso Kamo
thinking about Choso who cums a lot （＾Ｏ＾）
Thinking about how Choso literally has the biggest balls ever.. always so full of cum that it hurts and always needs that release or else he might explode.
“Yeahhhh baby oh god just like that”. He moans out as his hips thrust against yours at a maddening pace, balls moving against your clit which stimulates it more. His balls are just so heavy against it, making your orgasm approach faster. “Please baby,, f—uck you feel so good, gonna cum.. let me cum inside?”. He picks up the speed while his hands grip your hips harder. At your pleas and nod he immediately spills inside of you,, and he cums a lottttt.. grunting as he cums inside of you. “Thank you so much pretty girl.. but I’m not done with you, gon’ stuff you full. Need to give you everything I got”. He continues to ravish you and makes you orgasm for the 2nd… 3rd.. time! Well until his balls are empty ( ´∀｀)
a/n: this is my first time even posting anything to tumblr so I’m no pro!! Jus want Choso to paint my insides until he can’t anymore 😪
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