“M-move already…asshole.” Gojo grumbled, glaring at you casually taking a drag out of the cigarette in your fingers instead of fucking him.
“Hm? What happened to the cries you let out while begging for it earlier?” You leaned down, the fog exiting from your lips filled up Gojo’s nostrils and made his eyes water. You looked so arousing this way, fogging up the room with such an arrogant look, not even trying to be humble about what you do to him.
It’s the reason why Gojo kept on crawling back every single time. Your touch was like an addictive drug with serious side effects that he still couldn’t help but use.
“Always begging for me to take out my anger on you,” your non occupied hand ran down his torso and near his hips, such gentle touches that mocked him, showing just how much power you held over him in your toxically beautiful sexual relationship.
“Our bodies get along so well, too bad we could never get along besides that.”
“We? I did everything, it was you who could never keep your dick in your pants.”
“Don’t act so innocent. The way you looked at Nanami wasn’t like that of a friend’s. You didn’t cheat, but your heart was never truly mine to begin with, just as my body wasn’t yours.” Before Gojo could even try to protest, you took another drag of the cig and kissed his lips, entering his mouth and letting the smoke enter inside him.
Despite talking so much shit just a moment ago, he gasped into your lips and savored the small amount of affection he pretended you still had for him within the smoke coating his tastebuds. Gojo didn’t know what was worse, how pathetic he was right now or how smug you looked as you witnessed firsthand how you affected him.
Isn’t it depressing? Still seeking affection from the very person that you loathe most.
“No matter how much you don’t want to admit it, you’re trapped with me Gojo. I know you best, I know every inch and cranny of your body, the secrets you keep hidden from even your closest friends. So stop trying to pretend you hate me. You can’t, not even if you wanted to.”
He hated how right you were. No matter how many women and men he used to try to satiate his lust, he kept on running back because no one could ever compare to how you made him feel. Maybe the toxicity you emitted as you used him like a toy would one day finally kill him, but until then he wouldn’t let you go, even if he could.
“Shut- haah!” He choked out a moan, gripping onto your shoulders as you suddenly thrusted into him. “Fuck you.” He hissed, trying his best to glare at you through tear glazed eyes.
Okay but Gojo and Nani gettin dicked down by their man after long mission tho like like they're super duper sensitive tho 😩
they haven’t been touched by you for so long so when you do eventually get to fucking them, they’re so hypersensitive to even the smallest things. it would be so fun watching them fight each other for your attention, saying things like “you got to be with him longer last time,” or “I deserve him more!”
although the fighting didn’t last long when you finally gave them the pleasure they deserved after what felt like hours of painful teasing. they sloppily kissed as Nanami was pounded into the bedsheets by your cock, tears streaming down his face from the addicting esctasy and a small smirk on his lips at how Gojo pouted over not being fucked first.
Literally started reading Lookism cause of your post of Samuel. I've seen it around before and didn't think too much about it. But then I saw the tits on that man and was like. Yeah. I'll commit to 300+ chapters to see this man. and he's a fucking character that shows up way later and the whole time I'm just 'sam u best be grateful ur tits are so big cause there is so much fucking trauma here'. Finally met him. 10/10 would peg. You've seen his thighs. Yeah.
YES like some chapters I was sobbing my eyes out and then the next was just ♡ hot gangster with big titties and a lot of tattoos ♡
og request: thinking about fucking scaramouche until he forgets you guys are literally enemies
had to repost bc tumblr was being a bitch
dom!gn reader (slightly hinted towards male reader), dehumanization, mind break, shoe licking (is that even a warning?) slight blood play, sadomasochism, use of the word ‘master,’ dubcon vibes but not really
“So this is a fatui harbinger? Pathetic.” You sneered as you looked at Scaramouche below you.
He was on his knees in front of you, clutching the fabric of your clothes in his hands desperately. In your opinion, Scaramouche reminded you of a dog. The way his tongue was lolled out of his mouth and he panted over your crotch with hazy, dilated pupils, as a sheer layer of sweat made his pale skin glisten.
“Please master, I’ll do anything as long as you touch me!”
“Oh really? Lick my shoe clean then, you got it dirty with your filthy germs so it’s your responsibility.” In an instant, he was on all fours and placing his tongue on your boot, eyeing it carefully to make sure he didn’t miss a spot.
“You call this clean? Worthless scum.” You stepped away from him only to lift up your foot into the air and slam it over his head, making Scaramouche’s face hit the ground with a painful thud.
“I’m sorry master, I’m so sorry!”
Your heart raced as you smiled in pure joy.
Ah. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this accomplished in your life before. You have conquered countries and slaughtered thousands with a single slash, yet you have never felt so satisfied. After all, you actually broke the person who always foiled your plans, having him at your beck and call for even the slightest bit of attention.
Finally, this game of cat and mouse with your most hated person ended with your complete and utter win.
You got your boot off of him and kneeled down so you two were at eye level. You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up, making contact with beautiful indigo eyes and smudged red eyeliner. His nose was broken from being smashed against the concrete floor and blood started to escape from it, leaking to his lips.
Being the oh so gracious person you were, you wiped the blood off with your thumb and placed it at his lips. Scaramouche quickly caught on and opened his mouth to suck the blood off of your thumb. The way his tongue swirled around your finger and the eye contact he made with you as he let go with a loud pop was far too erotic for his own good.
“Do you wanna go home, Scaramouche? I’d bet the Tsaritsa and the rest of the harbingers are looking for you right now. Or maybe they’re not. Maybe they think you’re too big of a nuisance and are glad they finally got rid of you.”
“A-are you abandoning me?” He sounded panicked and his voice was filled with worry, “am I not enough anymore?”
Not being able to serve you and having to go home without ever feeling your touch again? He’d rather die! Any longer and you were sure the guy would’ve cried from the so-called betrayal.
“Did you forget our positions already? You are the great number 6 of the Fatui Harbingers, Balladeer, and I am the person who wants your head on a pole. Your existence itself is an eyesore for me.” The tears running down Scaramouche’s face as he cried in misery, were just so, so satisfying.
You wanted to see this arrogant bastard cry harder and be at the mercy of being used as your stress reliever until you grow bored and throw him away.
“I’ll do anything, so please don’t abandon me!”
“Oh my, what a brave statement. Hm, I guess I still have some use left for you.”
You could hear him chant thank yous and words of love as you cupped his cheek and gave him a kiss. As your tongue entered his mouth, the iron taste of his own blood still lingered and his breathing grew erratic as he desperately chased your touch. Your tongue felt like fire and your skin against his made it feel like he would burn if he got too close.
But he knew he still had to inch closer until that fire devoured him whole.
I hate myself for thinking Kisaki is kinda- anyways, I’m just in the mood to go make a guy as prideful and intelligent as Kisaki cry
sypnosis: your girlfriend Hinata tells you about a guy named Kisaki who keeps on bothering her, so you teach him a lesson
“Hina~ come on, look at me.”
“I-it’s embarassing.” She murmured, covering her face with her arms shyly. You merely smiled and pulled her arms away, putting them above her head and thrusting deeply, making her cry out in pleasure. Her eyes had metaphorical hearts in them and her cheeks were so prettily dyed a rosy pink. It made you want to coo and make sure she never covered her pretty face again, too bad that scumbag’s disgusting eyes gets to see her too.
“See? You’re so cute, and I’m sure our guest thinks so too. Don’t you, Kisaki?”
The two of you moved your gazes over to the elephant in the room. There sat Kisaki tied to a chair right next to the bed, able to see everything you were doing in front of him to the one he devoted his life to. He was hard, so painfully so that even you were beginning to feel a bit bad. But the pleasure it gave you seeing his prideful face fill up with tears and the mouth that would always talk back unable to do so because of the ball gag closing it up.
“Hina, you’re squeezing around me tighter. Could it be you’re turned on by seeing Kisaki like that? I’m getting jealous, you know.”
Even as your tongue skidded along Hina’s lips and neck, sucking dark hickeys along her pretty, fair skin, you never stopped making eye contact with Kisaki. You wanted to see every expression he made and all the ways he desperately tried to get himself off. He’d look at you with pleading eyes and beg incoherently through the ball gag for you to untie him and spare him from this torture.
Fat tears that prickled his eyes dripped down his cheeks as he watched you and Hinata kiss while you spread her legs open wider and put one over your shoulder. You gripped her hips so hard it caused the pale skin to turn a cherry red, and the strength you used to manhandle her into any position you wanted was enviable, especially since all of you knew Kisaki could never do any of it.
Not as his tiny cock twitched pathetically, and not as you shaped Hinata’s walls with your dick. You were just so skillful, knowing all of her good spots, knowing the best speed to rub her clit at. She moaned into your touch, her nails scratching your back and her mouth biting your shoulders as tears filled with pain, pleasure, and embarrassment dribbled down her face.
“I bet you wish you could fuck Hina like this and make her moan out your name until it’s the only thing she knows.” You sneered while biting another mark directly on her neck in an area she wouldn’t be able to hide. How could Kisaki try to make a move at your woman? He couldn’t blame you, since you were just teaching him a lesson on not trying to take what already has been claimed.
“[Name], ‘m close, ‘m so close!” You could feel her nails dig into your shoulders as her eyebrows furrowed together and her eyes rolled to the back of her head at you abusing her clit with your wet thumb. It seems like she already forgot about Kisaki while in this lustful state, despite being so shy earlier.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, [Name]! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!”
She was already out of it, too fixated on the pleasure of leaving herself to your devices and greeding over every orgasm you milked out of her. Some people call an orgasm a tiny death, and you couldn’t help but agree as her walls squeezed impossibly tighter around you and her back lifted off the sheets to arch almost painfully as she came around your cock.
“I love you [Name], you’re the only one for me.” Hina was still in a daze as she pulled you by the neck closer to her and kissed your lips sloppily, her hands roaming around your hair and shoulders while she rode out her orgasm. You were slowly getting closer cumming as well. That is, until you saw the look on Kisaki’s face.
Perhaps he hadn’t given up on her yet, despite the hours you stayed fucking Hinata until all she could say was her love for you. But now, after having such a crushing defeat by someone who he once thought was inferior to him, he looked at you in a new light.
Beyond the ball gag, his lips curled upwards into a smile filled with an adoration at you two that made even you shiver.
But it was no longer Hinata in his eyes.
And suddenly, you had the greatest idea in the world as you unhooked Hina’s arms from your neck and pulled out of her despite her confused protests. You stood up and hovered over Kisaki, noticing that he had came untouched by watching you two, and listening to Hinata profess her undying love for you.
I don’t even know why I should even be saying this when it’s obvious but, I don’t want any minors on my blog. it doesn’t matter if you’re ‘mature’ or have read dark content before and ‘haven’t been affected’, if you are under 18, stay the fuck off my page.
reading dark content and stuff like that is not for minors to be exposed to, it will ruin your sexual tastes and warp your personality in the future. it’s not cool or edgy to read this shit when it isn’t intended towards you and will make you wonder why you’re completely desensitized to normal sex in the future. children’s underdeveloped brains cannot tell the difference between a fiction dark content work and real life, you’ll become unable to differentiate reality from fiction and become a sick bastard like the people you hear about on the news.
with that being said, I have also recently decided that I won’t prevent women who interact with my content from reading, but any fetishizers or self proclaimed ‘fujoshis’ should not interact with me or I will block you with no warning.
if I don’t get Ayaka I’m going to kms and write in the letter that it’s Mihoyo’s fault. why god, why must you give me characters I don’t like but never the ones I do
do writers not know that the word versatile exists? I can’t rely on something when it says switch reader because more than half the time it means a versatile reader. there’s a difference between sub/dom and bottom/top, and it’s the you, the writer’s, job to know it so you don’t conflict your audience (and lose credibility) by incorrectly tagging your work.
what makes you think I want to read something where the reader takes it up the ass, as a top? it just kills the mood and I’ve been seeing it happen far too much.
Do u write for Genshin? If not u can just ignore this!
Scaramouche+mind control, I’d like to see your ideas on it
you have just awakened something terrible within me
to say you and scaramouche get along would be the overstatement of the century. quite frankly, many would say they have never seen a moment where you actually did get along. he was just so quick-tempered and had one of the foulest personalities you’d ever encountered. you were both fatui harbingers but he behaved like a ten year old for crying out loud!
the only time you could actually tolerate scaramouche? when he was taking your dick down his throat ever so nicely, with an uncharacteristic quietness and a dazed look on his eyes. he would rub his thighs together to produce friction as you roughly facefucked him until he was seeing stars. no matter what you brought him, may it be pain or pleasure, it all felt so, so good. he’d whine and beg for you to put your cock inside him, but you merely scoffed and told him that brats never get what they want.
hell, if you told him that you hated him, he’d break down crying and beg for you to forgive him, even in public. anything but your reprimand! really, anything!
oh how much of a delight it was to bring the proud and conceited Harbinger down to his knees with a single command. this mind control power was amazing! you didn’t have to listen to him bitch 24/7 and when he did, scaramouche would immediately notice his mistake and ask for you to use his holes for compensation. maybe the other harbingers started to get a little suspicious of your new closeness, not like it mattered.
after all, you had the scaramouche at your beck and call. do you want him to kill for you? immediately, sir. do you want him to die for you? without a question. he was your pretty little doll, only useful for warming your cock and providing you the utmost pleasure.
fuck being a Fatui Harbinger, scaramouche was your slave now, and a happy one at that! he loved you, without even realizing that this was all the effect of your mind control. well, even if you took it off now, he was far too broken to go back to his everyday life.
omg theres like no content for makima from chainsaw man can u do something with her x male reader? i know it’s not a popular idea but 🥺
makima x m!reader
18+
the dangerous glint in her eyes would always feel so controlling and dominant, even with how she bounced on your cock. her pussy tightening around your girth, her swirling eyes fluttering shut with every pulse.
“mhm,” she moans. her fingers rubbing her clit; something she insisted she do herself, you would never be sure why. “you’re bigger than i thought you’d be...” you smirk at her back handed words, moving your eyes from her tits to focus on your hands as you grip her hips painfully. she doesn’t even flinch, not until you sit up, her body landing on the mattress with a gasp as you fuck deeper into her. jamming your cock further and further with every thrust, watching her fucked out expression, her tight cunt pulling you closer and closer to your nut.
feeling it get close, you start to pull out only to dig deeper into her soaking pussy as her legs moved to wrap around your waist. her eyes met yours, their swirling depths eerie still, even with hair a mess and her tits bouncing from your thrusts. she tilts her head back, biting her lip with a muffled moan as you press deeper into her, cumming hard as she continued to work herself with her fingers, her own end reaching quickly after as you feel the sensation of her pussy tightening even harder around your cock, milking you even more.
with a sigh, you pull out, careful to shove your spilling cum back inbetween her fluttering walls. your brows furrow as she sits up, her face giving no sign of what had just occurred, the only clue being the bite marks littering her neck and thighs, along with her tangled hair.
“any reason why you wanted me to,” you pause, a bit embarrassed to ask. “you know...”
a small smile met her face, but it was anything but tender as she took a hand to rub her stomach. not meeting your eyes she says, “i made a little deal with a devil, and he wants me to pay up...”
you felt your blood run cold as your stare met her hand, rubbing circles over her belly, your cum still seeping from between her thighs. you gaze following the trail as it stains your sheets, barely even hearing her words as she says;
