HI! I’m Insuke on most of my accounts, but call me Mishi or Boom!
Profile theme is under construction, it’ll be finished eventually. I love Rosalina
I’m interested in some anime’s and a few indie games: Asks are open! (Jujutsu Kaisen, Sally face, Bungo Stray dogs, Ouran Host Club, Yarichin B!tch Club)
“Why Mishi?” It’s close to my actual name while not being exactly it, Haven’t your parents taught you internet safety?
“Why Boom?” I’m AFAB Trigender (nothing to do with anything) and I like the bomb emoji? Duh?
I usually focus on making ‘x Reader’ content, I don’t use gendered pronouns much (like she/her) and usually use more gender neutral terms like partner, lover, referring to the character as the boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband etc.
I can write fluffy fics about minors but you’re automatically blocked if you want anything more than that.
Every fictional character I like that’s a minor is automatically my child and I won’t stand by you lustful bastards
English is my first language but I’ve been in Mexico for most of my life and am fluent in Spanish <3
I’m a yapper so most of my fics will have a kind of explanation because I owe it to myself (I forget my thought process)
“What is wrong with you” Want me to send the files?
I have BPD, my psychiatrist treats me for OCD, MDD, and she’s making me test for ADHD. The ADHD probably cancels the others out though because; it doesn’t matter if you hate yourself, you need to focus on something else!!
“How old are you” Your mom asked me that last night HA (nah I’m an immature 18y old, go away)
MINORS… idk do what you want. I never cared for MDNI and I was reading worst shit on wattpad for me to judge what you read on tumblr. Just don’t read freaky fics and call yourself traumatized.
I like to draw sometimes but I’m still learning and it’s lowk embarrassing to look back at my works.
Fixations? Family? Relatonships? SIX SEVENNN (I’m sorry I’m making this in 4am and I have to get up in an hour to commit to my new years thing)
I’ll face reveal when I glow up trust (Or when BTSV comes out)
Politics? FUCK TRUMP, FUCK ICE, FUCK MAGA, FREE PALESTINE, ABORTIONS ARE HEALTHCARE, LOVE IS LOVE, FUCK AI EVERYTHING, anything else I’m missing? Imagine being a bigot fascist third party thinking pedophile loving tin skin breathing ho in the big 26?
This is for my luv @yenayaps, here is sukuna doing coke off us and fucking our ass <3 happy birthdayyy hehe (MDNI)
You lost a bet to your boyfriend Sukuna - you thought you could outdrink your six foot five boyfriend like a fucking idiot, but now your ass is arched in a pretty heart for his dilated eyes. Your head resting on one of his pillows as he moans at the sight, slipping rough fingers up your spine, laughing when you whine out.
"Ah-ah, stay still," he murmurs, taking the little baggie of powder that's been on his nightstand for this very occasion, running his hand over his cock, feeling it leaking pre. "My pretty lil coke tray."
"You fucking freak," you mumble, whining out when his huge hand lands a firm smack on your ass, leaving the outline of his hand print raising on it. "Mnh!"
"You lost that bet, brat," you sigh, conceding and feeling powder sprinkling along your skin, you bite down on your lip, feeling far too fucking needy, he's not even touched you yet, just gliding a card against the curve of your ass, where the little dimples sit on your lower back.
"Well snort your line then, Kuna," he glares at the nickname, you're practically giggling, he'd smack your ass again but this is primo cocaine, so he settles for nipping your ass cheek with his teeth.
"So eager for me to fuck your ass tonight, huh?" You blush and don't let him see - for all Sukuna's talk of fucking your ass he hasn't just yet.
"Just snort your line weirdo," he chuckles, the sound vibrating as he leans down, rolling that hundred dollar bill tightly. The powder looks so fucking pretty on your skin, he snorts half of it right up one nostril, switching to the other, hearing your little whine.
"Fuck," he runs his tongue across where the faint white residue is sticking, huge hands gripping at your hips, lips pressing a filthy kiss. "Arch more, you can, right?"
"Mhm," you do just that - usually you're a fucking brat, but you're so clearly horny and ready for him tonight. He spits a line of saliva right down to your hole, spreading your cheeks and watching you arch even more, hands crumpling the sheets beneath you.
"Haven't' even touched you yet, so needy, huh?" You turn to glare and he's smirking.
"Fine, no ass play."
"What!?"
"No fuck you," you gasp out when he spits on your hole again, swirling two fingers and pressing inside, making you moan, lashes fluttering shut. "Mngh..."
"What was that, brat?" He leans over, pressing them into the knuckle and curling them, the burn so fucking good you can hardly take it, eyes rolling back in your skull, your arousal dripping down between your puffy lips. "Couldn't hear ya."
"F-fuck... fuck... ah," he's grinning as you clamp down on him, his free hand tugging you up by your hair until you're up on your hands and knees for him, gasping out.
"Loosen up f'me," he murmurs in your ear, sharp teeth nipping at your ear lobe, a little bit of that pink hair falling over his brow. "Stop that, don't tighten up. Be a good girl."
"Hmph," he smiles at your attempt to act mad, easing his fingers in and out of your unused hole, his breath warm against your ear. "Kuna..."
"Mmm, listenin' for once," he eases his fingers out, leaning over and grabbing a bottle of lube out of his drawer - his slutty ass always has several bottles. He squeezes a generous amount, easing his fingers right back in, his other hand cupping your face, kissing your lips and moaning into your mouth. "Feel good, brat?"
"Mhm," you don't bother to play around, his fingers do feel good, the way he's leaned over you with his heavy weight against you, the pressure as he starts stretching them inside your tight hole.
"Can you take my cock in this tiny hole?" He's taunting you now, his cock leaking pre down on his blankets, hand slipping down to wrap your throat.
"I can." he smirks against your skin.
"I don't know, she's just so tiny and pathetic, can she stretch that much? Take this fat cock inside?"
"Yes, yes," he's pumping faster, the lube slipping and mixing with your juices as the drip down your thighs. "I can t-take it, fuck me, fuck me..."
"Beggin' all desperate, such a needy brat," he pulls them out with a filthy squelch, squirting even more lube down onto your hole, spitting in it as he spreads your hole wide, lining the tip of his pierced cock against it. You jerk just a bit when his piercing presses inside your hole. "Don't tense up, or I won't give you it."
"Dick," you mumble, looking over your shoulder, your hair falling. "Kuna, fuck me, please."
He spits again, swirling it over his swollen cock head, easing it inside, he's gentle with it at first, letting you adjust. Sukuna could be sweet, especially when he's fucking your hole for the first time, but once he's half way in, and you start to take it? It feels too good.
"Ah! S-so deep," he's pushing more in, pinning your hips and jerking his own, heavy balls thwacking your messy, needy cunt as she quivers around nothing, making you gasp out.
"That's it, takin' my cock like you're made for it," he moans, starting to really fuck you now, cock stretching you out as all that pressure hits, the pleasure fucking ruining you. "Doin' such a good job, lemme make you feel even better."
"Hmm? ah!" Sukuna's tugging you up, easing you right down on his cock and bottoming out impossibly, you're on your knees, his tattooed fingers running circles on your neglected clit, pretty patterns as he wraps his other arm around your waist, bicep taking you over. You're trembling, tears pricking your eyes as you start to feel that pleasure fucking you up.
"All your holes are made just f'me," he says, losing his mind at how tight you are, how your ass is just gripping his veiny length so good like she's milking him. "Cunt, mouth, ass, mine - say it?"
"Psycho - ngh!" He's slammed you down fully, pinching your clit between two fingers, overstimulating you until you shatter, seeing white as he sucks your damn breath away. "Kuna, ngh!"
"Mhm," he's easing up just a bit as you squirt down between your thighs. "Fuck, you're squirting from anal? Slutty lil' brat."
You're broken off with a moan between your lips as he fucks up into your ass again, about to bust inside, just pulsing. He's mumbling your name as he slides two fingers in your empty cunt, curving them up as his piercing drags along this spot inside that has you cumming again, squirting down his hand.
"Fuck, that's it - hah, gonna take all my cum. Mmm stay right here, don't run from it," he murmurs, busting hot white inside, feeling cum in there is utterly filthy, his fingers rocking and getting every damn drop he can from you, until you're dizzy.
"Kuna..." You're a mess, Sukuna eases out and moans at the sight of the creamy white spilling down from your ass.
"Took it like such a good lil brat," he's fingering the mess, chuckling as you're jerking, dripping all down and making a mess. "Are you gonna say you can out drink me again?"
giving zuko head but he can't look at you when you do because he's so bad with eye contact, and worse when you've got his entire cock in your mouth.
it's not with you on your knees either, you insisted he take the blowjob with him laying back so he can enjoy himself and look without touching you, just resting on the headboard with those strong arms behind his head while you're practically face down in his crotch and ass up, which you teasingly flaunt and sway side to side, arching your back perfectly while your mouth works around his cock.
he has no idea where you learned this from. he never taught you or told you to smooth your tongue around the flared head, tracing the slit first and practically sucking the pre-cum out from him, before rolling your tongue around the rim and the underside to feel all the ridges and curves. he nearly came the first time you did it, but you've started doing it every time you come up. down, sucking in as much as you can get without choking, then going back up and teasing the tip with his cock.
that little tip action already has him so achingly close, and he knows one look in your eyes will have him creaming on your tongue five minutes in to the experience. he's trying so hard not to be pathetic and to just hold it in, but with how your throat works around his fat cock and your lips wrap around, slackening just so you can coax more of him into your mouth at once, he can't. he just can't.
he tips his head up and closes his eyes, running his fingers through his long hair and breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth to try and regulate himself, will himself not to look at your ass or into your eyes or at those plush lips smothering the shaft of his cock, but he can't handle it.
you can't say you're disappointed when he cums too early, whining your name between heavy, breathy groans and bursting a fat load onto your tongue so early on. and you definitely can't fault him when he stays rock hard because watching you swallow every drop of his load has his stomach twisting up and his cock throbbing despite overstimulation. "this time, you look at me, zu. okay?"
he nods stupidly, a glossy sheen in his eyes as you go in again, his gaze flitting between your mouth descending around his length and your head bobbing for a second to adjust to his size; cumming has just had him swelling up even more. you splutter a bit when he accidentally bucks into your mouth, needing you not to go so slow or he'll cum again, but that was a big mistake. you take the little sign of confidence from him as an indicator that he needs you to go harder, and without warning, you breathe through your nose and descend your mouth as much as you can, now deepthroating his cock. most of it is disappeared into the warm, velvety confines of your mouth.
and, against his will, he's cumming again immediately.
one thing about toji's cum is that there's a lot. thick and ripe and you know damn well if he empties his balls inside you, especially when you're ovulating, you will be getting pregnant. with how much of it there is and how viscous it is, clinging to your inner walls and filling up your womb, you just have that feeling that one load will do it.
even if you're on birth control, you just don't trust it to win against toji's baby making cum. and neither of you are fond of condoms. it's too much of an obstruction, and with how many times you two've fucked without them, it'll just be a downgrade to start on them now.
which means you have to rely on his mediocre pull out game.
toji overestimates how long he can hold back from cumming inside you, and you've had to tell him so many times to pull out at least ten seconds before he thinks he'll cum, or else he'll already start to finish inside you. when he does that, he'll have to focus on getting his fingers in your puffy, oversensitive hole and scoop his load out of you before it goes too deep. and you better believe he'll be shoving his cum-covered fingers into your mouth.
if he does manage to pull out on time, there'll be cum everywhere. if you're on your back, you'll have thick seed covering and clinging to your folds, tummy, thighs, breasts, and your face - he'll be able to wring enough cum out of his balls to cover every inch of you. if you're on your stomach, his load'll be all over the outside of your cunt, sprayed along your chubby pussy lips, your butt, back, and your nape. sometimes, if he gets too excited, he'll prod his cock into your asshole, only the tip if you're too tight on that particular day, and empty his load into your butt!
It starts with his early morning routine — whether he’s waking up before the sun for a “job” or heading out for a run, he peppers kisses all over your face along the way. A kiss the moment his eyes open, before he’s even turned his alarm off. A kiss when he gets back from the bathroom. A kiss after he’s gotten changed. A kiss before he leaves for work. Then another when he returns a second later because he feels like he didn’t give you a strong enough one to wish himself good luck.
“Mm, Toji, you’re gonna be late,” you groan groggily.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he replies, rough hands brushing your hair back. “Made coffee and breakfast. Make sure you eat...Alright, one last kiss...No, kiss me like you actually love me, woman...Yeah, that’s a good one. Give me another, ma....Don’t be a pain in the ass. Might die out there. Want me to bleed out without a proper goodbye kiss? Yeah, thought so...Thanks, doll. Always so good to me.”
He always has his hands on you. Besides the possessive, sexual ways, he plays with your lips as you rest your head on his chest, feels the sharpness of your teeth, pokes your belly button for warmth, traces lines from freckle to freckle or mark to mark along your back, or even curls your damn pubes as you watch a movie.
Toji doesn’t even realise what his hands are doing. Not until you bring it up. He genuinely doesn’t know why he does any of it. “Oh,” he says, blinking. “Weird.”
Does he take his hand away from your bush?
No. Of course not.
It’s like he can’t sleep or rest or focus on what you’re watching if he’s not touching you.
He also follows you to the bathroom like a kid or a puppy. If you’re doing your makeup or brushing your teeth, his big self takes up most of the reflection in the mirror. Toji simply leans against the doorway and nods along to whatever gossip you’re sharing. And if you’re showering, he’ll sit on the toilet lid and watch. “Yeah? Why d’you think she does that? Childhood trauma, maybe?” he suggests, voice rough with sleep.
“Dunno. Some people are just born like that, I think,” you reply. With a groan, you make known how you can’t reach a spot on your back with your washcloth. He’s opening the shower door a second later.
Toji takes over, making sure to scrub you even better than you would yourself, uncaring of the water splashing all over him. He grunts. “I blame her parents for not loving her enough. That’s why she needs all that attention.” A pause. “Trust me — I know.”
And he does all of this whilst pretending you’re the clingy one. As you’re laying on him, he’ll huff and complain, “Fuck, it’s warm. D’ya have to be clinging to me like some kinda koala? Can’t you go back to your side of the bed?”
Already used to his bullshit, you mumble between his meaty pecs, “You dragged me on top of you, Fushiguro. Every time I move back, I always find myself back here, so quit your yapping.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says, dismissing you with a frown.
You begin rolling off his chest. Only to be halted by heavy arms which tighten around your body. Heavy silence passes.
Beneath you, Toji grumbles:
“Don’t say a word.”
Wario and Toji give off the same vibe to me... rip my taste in men
"f-fuck.. please— wanna cum.." choso whimpered out, his hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to meet your hands, for any additional stimulation, even if it was this pathetic amount.
your hand stopped at the base of choso's shaft, and another whine followed subseqently.
"look at yourself choso. such a fucking whore. i've barely even touched you, and you're leaking all over my hand." you scoff, gripping the base tighter until he lets out a breathy moan again.
you slowly started stroking again, but with barely enough pressure to do anything.
"...please." choso whined out again, his hips jittering erratically under you when your free hand went to rub his pretty pink tip, smudging precum all over it.
"please what choso? use your words. i can't read your mind now can i?" you hummed, thumbbing down the line of his flared tip pressing down extra hard on his hole.
just to make sure he doesn't accidentally cum.
he let out another pathetic moan, and bucked his hips up again, only for you to pull both your hands away.
"didn't i tell you to stay put? fucking slut, i swear." you lazily pinched his nipple, abandoning his leaking cock on his chiseled abs, twitching n throbbing so desperately.
it was laughable honestly.
"'m sorry.. please... wanna cum so bad." he groaned out hoarsely, gaining some semblance of control over his hips.
"mmm… good. that's what i wanna see." your hand returned to the base of his shaft, and you teasingly dragged your knuckle across the underside of his shaft, making sure to press hard on every vein.
finally, you wrapped your hand around his cock, harder this time, and started stroking.
slowly at first, relishing every tiny moan and jitter that escaped his lips.
"see, you're so good for me, cho'. wasn't that hard to stay still, see?" you questioned, stroking faster, knowing he wouldn't answer you anyways.with your other hand, you mindlessly circled his tip, watching as those pretty tears filled choso's eyes.
"there we go. that's juuust what i wanted to see." you kiss away his tears as you continued stroking picking up the pace now.
choso's thighs were trembling with the effort to stay still. gods, it was so tempting to just thurst into your hand right now.
but he knew better than to do that.
"g-gonna cum..." he bit his pretty lips red, his eyes closing shut, and you felt his dick twitch in your hands.
"cum for me cho." you pinched his tip as he got closer and closer, his moans and grunts getting breathier and louder.
his back arched, and his hips bucked into your hand, before white ropes of cum spilled out of his pretty tip.
the thick substance coated your hand thoroughly. wow, he really was desperate to cum.
"well, we can't have this now cho, hm? come clean up your mess like a good little slut." you chuckled lightly, bringing your hand to his mouth.
his tongue darted out and he eagerly licked his own release like a man starved. on his own accord, he brought his hand closer, sucking on your digits diligently and his dick was still hard.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing those black eyes to stare into yours.
"still not satisfied i see?" you questioned, shoving your thumb into his mouth this time, forcing him to suck.
all he could do was pathetically nod. he was right where he wanted to be.
me when i find out one of my favorite writers ALSO ENJOYS BSD. i need your thoughts on chuuya who spoils his girl with fancy lingerie just to tear it off i need to know if anyone else understands my obsession
there are so many layers to this.
chuuya would be so eager to spoil you with fancy lingerie for a multitude of reasons. for starters, he just likes spoiling you. it's one of his love languages. buuuut, more selfishly, chuuya has an eye for pretty things, and what could possibly be prettier than his girl all dolled up for him?
it starts pretty early in your relationship, and he's subtle about it. he makes a mental note about what colors you wear the most, which ones you seem to feel the most confident in. from there, he sorts out which ones he particularly likes seeing you in - not that he's picky when it comes to you.
he has zero shame about it, too. he sends you a picture of a sleek gift bag in front of your door, and when you retrieve it, the first thing you pull out is an intricate note card that simply reads: "would love to see you in this tonight." you think it'll be a nice dress or maybe some designer heels, so imagine your surprise when you pull out a beautiful red lace set. it's strappy, high-cut and leaving little to the imagination, highlighting your features with gold detailing.
of course you wear it. it's the least you can do... he's so thoughtful.
chuuya devours it. devours you. "so pretty for me," he murmurs from where he sits on your couch. you're standing in front of him, looking down at him as his hands rest on your hips. "'m so lucky."
he wants you to ride him, wants to watch as you bounce up and down on his lap in garments that he bought for you. but he's not known for his patience, so it doesn't take long before he's ripping the fabric away. (he won't comment that he can tell by the look on your face, the way you bite your lip that you're into that.)
when you whine about really liking that set, he lets out a breathy laugh as he pulls your hips closer to his. "ssh, baby, don't worry about it," he soothes. "i'll buy you more. so much more."
