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call me kai :p he/him top dom male reader

[kaisworlds]

you guys can send asks btw :)

i will probably just write drabbles about it but i get easily immersed in writing

here are stuff i wont do:

r@pe, scat, urine or vomit, feet i think thats it i might add more later

fan bases:

one piece

bleach (if it is nsfw and the character is still in highschool i will write them as an adult like in the end of the manga)

marvel

haikyuu (if its nsfw and an underaged character i will only write the after time skip version)

kuroko's basketball (will only write for them when they are out of school)

naruto

my hero academia (if the request is for a student and nsfw i will not write the student as a minor so they will have a job as a hero or a modern au job and more adult features)

jujustu kaisen (the same as the others if the charcter is a student i'll write them as adults with adult features)

jojos bizzare adventure part 1-3 (you know the drill)

call of duty (its pink because i say so)

i literally forgot everything else i watched but you can ask me about an anime movie or show and if i'll write about it

im trying to be more interactive with you guys :))

[c-nstellati-ns]

i need to stop abandoning this blog dude LMFAO

[kaisworlds]

Nooo don't go bald your so sexy haha

[kaisworlds]

I love you please don't deactivate 😭

i dont think i will i stay meeting ppl on here ‼️

plus i to the people who like my work (its so crazy that ppl actually like it bruh) i wanna keep it up in case they wanna reread or stuff like that

but ur sentence reminded me of this

[kaisworlds]

hi pooks ik it’s been forever and i did delete my acc but i thought abt getting it again and i realized “omg i remember this acc” so i came to say heyyyy. yes it’s 🦉anon and i miss youuu 😭😭 i hope you didn’t delete your account honestly bc i’ll be so sad, so just respond when you get the time or maybe if you deleted your account you’ll get a thought to bring it back and see me here. i do have a request for marvel if your up to it tho 🫣!!

well this is it honestly, i just wanted to check on you and sorry i didn’t come sooner.

ilyy🫶🏽

p.s it is 1:40 am rn so i hope you’ll still be here when i wake up later 😭

#🦉anon

YOOO BADDIEEE this is so mf sweet

chat i didnt delete my account life has jus been really hectic eish

not sure if i wanna continue writing (i probably will but not rn)

also this was so sweet i luv u for this

[hurlingdown]

hungry work (top male reader, nsfw)

tags: sub! zoro, dom! top! reader. religious sex, porn with feelings, by that i mean so so much feelings, body worship, metaphorical womb-fucking, breeding kink, mentions of vore, he prob cockwarmed reader for a good five minutes. unhinged religious dirty talk lol. title taken from a hozier song

There are many shapes that want can take form in. For you, there’s only one. 

Zoro lies underneath you, basking in the glow of the tender sunrays, stretching lazily like a cat. The corners of his lips are lifted, and there’s something quietly smug about the way he’s looking at you, watching as you sit back on your haunches and roll your hips against him. 

“Mmm. Feels good.” 

“Yeah?” you whisper. You didn’t mean for it to come out like a whisper, but it just did. The sight of him so sweetly unfurled by your touch, the way he would part his thighs a little more without having you coax them apart, being so comfortably unguarded around you, so carelessly vulnerable. It left you breathless. 

“Yeah,” he says. His lidded gaze never leaves you, not even once, silently waiting. For what, you think, is the question. A flip of the coin could bring about maelstrom and thunder and Zoro—Zoro would follow. It was the fun part of him, in the thick of all the pieces you want to consume within you: keep him inside, away from the rest of the world, in a picture of a locket hung on a throbbing heart. 

You wish it were that easy. 

“Something’s—mm.” He parts his lips to let out a soft, guttural moan as the tip of your cock crushes against his sweet spot. “Something’s on your mind.” 

It was always, always like that. The way he reads you as though he were deciphering text, and the funny thing about all of it was that Zoro does not read, but he reads you still. You feel your heart squeeze at his small, concerned frown, dark grey turning silver under shallow light. 

You want to crawl into him, or swallow him whole, it doesn’t matter. You would resort to begging if you could, you would drain the sea and burn every gritty bit of this vile world into cinder and offer him its remains in the shape of a heart on a platter, if you could. 

Death was far too light of a promise. 

“It’s alright,” you tell him, because you’re not alright, but it doesn’t matter. 

He gives you a look, one that tells you to try harder, not convinced. His hands skid up your forearms, resting in the crook of your elbow, thumbs pressing into the tender meat there. Then he takes one and guides it to palm the sharp jowl of his cheek, and nestles his face into it. 

You seize a shaky breath. You're not sure why it happens at first, but it does.

“Move,” he murmurs, nudging his hips against the base of your cock, as though he doesn’t see the way your eyes burn with the water of tears, doesn’t feel the stutter of your heart in the way his lips press into your pulse. 

“No. You don’t,” you choke, throat tightening, “you don’t understand.” 

Do I have to? is what you think he would say, but he doesn’t, only sighs. 

“You don’t know how I feel about you,” you say, feeling oddly defensive. “You’d feel sick to your stomach if you did.” 

His eyelid flutters close until there you can barely, barely see the tint of grey beneath, unwilling to acknowledge you, but he’s listening. 

“You would hate me,” you continue, almost rambling at this point, baffled as to why it feels so hard to breathe all of a sudden, like you’re drowning in your own false words. “Sure, you would pretend not to, because you’re good at that stuff, and I’m not. You would pretend to love me. You wouldn’t even mention it to the crew—and—and everything’s going to be fine, but in reality it wouldn’t be because you’d hate me.” 

You want him to see you. Both sides of you. The one he fell in love with—the sinless, pristine one on the surface; and the one who wanted to carve yourself into him, take him apart and devour him wholly. 

Zoro’s quiet, and you’re seized with a sudden fear that maybe he did fall asleep, and you were talking your heart bare to nobody. But then he opens his good eye, and there’s almost nothing, nothing within, except for a warmth so potent and all-consuming, so tender and selfless, that it sends sweet bile rising in your throat, makes you want to kiss and take and love so much, all because he is willing. 

The words come out all wrong. 

“I can’t stay,” you tell him, weakly. “Not if it’s like this.” Not if it feels as though I’m hiding myself from you, constantly, always. I want you to love me. The whole of me. Please. 

There’s too little to fill the silence, each moment pressing new bruises into skin, branding a new kind of ache into you. “Say something. Zoro.” You’re desperate, even for a goodbye. A profanity. Anything.

It takes him a while to respond. But then all he says is, low and unwavering, as though none of this is affecting him, none of this matters to him as it does to you—

“I won’t keep you if you leave.” 

The words sink in for half a second, before your eyes snap to his—in hurt, bewilderment, both, you don’t know. You suppose you are deserving of his harsh words, but it still tears into you like a jagged, unsharpened blade, an ugly tool only meant for breaking. You prepare yourself for the next. 

“—but I want to.” 

It drowns you like a tidal wave. 

You would’ve thought you were dreaming, if not for the tightening of his fingers wound around your wrist, as though to forbid themselves from trembling. A strong, firm grip, heavy warmth oozing from underneath. Zoro’s hands have always been the steadiest part of him, if not his heart. 

“Do you understand?” he asks, almost pleading, and the sound trickles into every crook of your soul. 

“Okay,” you whisper. You find that you can breathe, finally. “Okay.” 

“I won’t keep you,” he continues, “because you are free. I don’t own you. But I want to. Gods, I want to.” 

Zoro does not believe in god, but he will pray to a religion of your name. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, stifling any noise, but your vision blurs and all of a sudden there’s wetness spilling down your cheeks and dribbling onto the face of your lover. You wipe them away with your thumb, sucking in a wobbly breath, but they keep coming and coming, trying to submerge you in a sea where everything will drown. 

“Fuck—shit, ’m sorry. Give me a sec.” 

It's no longer fresh pain, but to have him here, his touch surrounding you, telling you that what you feel for him—this carnal hunger that has wormed its way into your every living thought—is the truth, is the surviving, that you aren’t insane, and it makes you ache so impossibly sweet. Because he wants you too, wants to own you in a way that he knows he shouldn’t, can’t. It grounds you to reality. 

You feel his hand on your cheek, a soundless comfort in return, and you lean against it. 

But then all of a sudden, in a twist of events far too brisk for your liking, there’s a sharp glint to his smile, and he coos in a disgusting voice, “Aww, crybaby,” because of course he would. Frustrated, you snap up and thrust your hips against him, and he yelps, letting go of your face to fist the sheets, surprised. 

This is the fun part of Zoro, you recall. Always. Maelstrom and thunder. 

“You’re a bastard,” you hiss. “We were having a moment!” 

“Were we?” He tosses you a dirty smirk, legs locking around your waist so casually and innately that makes something inside you churn. “You were the one, ah, fucking into me so suddenly, if I recall.” 

He has no cover, as usual, vulgar and to the point, and you begin to think that somewhere within him dwells a part as hideous and self-seeking as yours. 

“I don’t plan on stopping,” you mutter, fingers pressing bruises into his hips as you ram back into his hole. “Zoro. I want—I want to do so many things to you. With you. You have no idea.” 

The drop in tone makes his demeanour shift. Slightly, but you see it. These things do not escape you easily.

“I know,” is his breathless reply. “Please.” 

“I want you so much it drives me mad,” you breathe, “I don’t just—want this, and I am happy if this is all you want to give, but I want all of you. Every inch. Every scar. I want to read your body like a book. The insides and the outsides. All of it.” 

He lets out a soft almost-whine at your words, head tilting to the side to expose his neck. “Please,” he repeats, with a little more meaning. 

“I want to—to break you apart and seal you back together because that would mean I created you. This version of you, not some dirty god out there, not some nameless devil. Zoro, do you understand? Zoro.” 

“Yeah,” he pants. “Yeah, please. Do it. I want it.” 

“I want to carve you, bone and marrow. I want to make your womb swollen with me, they're gonna think someone's knocked you up. Make you all mine. Fuck, I want to eat you,” you groan, “want it so much I think about it every day—want to bite you, sink my teeth into you, drink in your blood.” 

Zoro’s pupils are blown wide with lust, and he clenches around you, gasping. “Fuck. Yeah, do whatever you want, I want it all, so please, already—” 

That’s his answer enough, and you bend down to kiss his exposed neck, nipping and biting carelessly, leaving a trail of raw purple wherever your teeth go. You pound into him harder, and he moans, snaking a hand to grip the back of your head, pressing you against him, as though you weren’t close enough, still. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, and it feels like a truth’s been pulled out from you. “So divine. I want to ruin you.” 

Zoro shudders in your arms, and he gives a shaky nod, strong arms compressing you from above, keeping his thundering chest pressed to yours. “Ruin me,” he rasps, “and leave a scar, so everyone would know you did it.” 

Then he’s seizing a sharp breath, pulling you into a kiss as sweet moans needier than the last spill into your mouth like sour wine, and you vaguely hear the wet splatter of his come against skin before his hole grips you wickedly tight.  

How ironic.

These are the words that you last register when you finally spill out all of your sin into him, and he locks up around you tight to keep it all inside his filthy, tarnished womb, and it takes you straight to heaven. 

You cry out in pleasure, or maybe it’s him who does. Holy light pours into you from above, and you part your lips to drink in it. 

It might have taken a minute, or two—maybe more, but you feel so blissed out and high that it takes you a moment to notice that you’re almost sinking, all the strength leaving your body. You realise that the thing beneath you is the only thing that belongs to you. It is solid, and warm, and you hold it to your chest to feel it breathe. 

“Y’okay?” your thing asks you between heavy breaths, and you shake your head, far too dizzy. 

There’s a low chuckle, one that resonates in the entirety of it. And as the vibrations seep into you wave by wave, tremor after tremor, there’s a slow, heavy bubbling in your chest. It begins in small fizzes, like the ones that froth when billows collide, but then it starts to grow larger, and larger, like hot, gurgling lava in the midst of a volcano. It feels tight, hard to breathe, almost. 

“Zoro?” you ask, unsure, and the hand on the nape of your neck squeezes. 

“I’m here,” he answers, tiredly. Always here. 

“I feel weird," you tell him, truthfully.

“Is it a good kind of weird?” 

You take a second to think, that he must be right. “... yeah. Maybe.” 

“Then it’s fine,” he sighs, arms wounding around your shoulders to shift your weight to the side. “You deserve to feel good.” 

He presses the side of your face to his chest, your ear right above his heart, before slowly drifting into slumber. 

The bubbling within you simmers, gradually, over time, and you close your eyes. You deserve to feel good, his words echo in the dark. 

It hits you, the belated apprehension, that this—whatever you’re feeling—is happiness. 

It breathes life into you.  masterlist! p.s. feeding the zoro lovers. repost of my old work btw - fav thing i've ever written for him so far. zoro canonically has a complicated relationship with god and religion so it was fun to explore how he views religion in carnal desire

now all i need is to write something filthy for his asura form

[kaisworlds]

yall have no clue how GOOD shit is bro idek if you'll see this but ur writing is so good the descriptiveness is FIREE eish this shit is like poetry it reminds me of that one quote thats like talking about how consuming love is but like on a cannibalism level im tweaking

[kaisworlds]

guys should i start writing again

im schemeing for a law fic

*cricket sounds*

[kaisworlds]

me to my account:

[kaisworlds]

(Not the original ask) There’s no commas in your bio so the “mlm fetishizing dni” is a little confusing to read

OHHHHH I MEANT THAT PPL WHO FETIISHIZE MLM SHOULDNT INTERACT

[kaisworlds]

i don’t get if this is a blog for top male readers, or a blog where you fetishise top male readers and then don’t want top male readers to interact 😭

huh?

im confused what is this in response to?

also im not fetishezing (idk hw to spell that word) i am a top male bro 😔

[kaisworlds]

HEEEE'SS BACCCKKK

(idk for how long but lets ignore that)

yall know that one sound "whats it finna play....WOOOAHHHH *backshots noises from hell"

it just reminds me of gojo like he the typa dude to be showing you random shit in his gallery and accidentally swipe to a full on pic of him busting it open on your bathroom floor

[kaisworlds]

hey guys i know i havent been writing (not that i was ever consistent) and i think im going to go on a break for a bit im trying to look after my self more i fell into a bad mental state and stuff feel free to send requests though cause i might still flop my cock out every now and then

thank you for understanding 🤘👽

[kaisworlds]

thats a relief!! real question, favourite tv show? NOT ANIME IT DOESNT COUNT!!

the way i was boutta shout one piece 👹

uhmmm i rlly like black mirror and chicago fire/med i also like inside job

[kaisworlds]

r u... uhm.. gay... cuz i dont really support that and i think i should know right off the bat :/

g-gulp....guys im a-actyally straight im definitely not gay guys but dont look at my other posts those were all jokes promise :) i too dont rlly support gay ppl yk 😎

[kaisworldreblogs]

im boerd Q AND A time

ask me anything guys

[rachalixie]

hi all,

please click this link whenever you can every twenty-four hours to send donations to palestine. i know that i feel like there’s so little i can do, and i imagine many of you feel the same way, but this is something small that with enough people can really help.

if you can, please reblog or spread the link to as many people as you can.

and if you disagree with my stance, please block me quietly and go about your day. i am not going to entertain arguments about this.

[kaisworlds]

gojo angst cause i felt like it no sex but i will only ever cater towards the top dom male readers 🤘

gojo is the type to mourn loosing his ex for YEARS

the gut wrenching pain of the night when you told him you couldnt do it anymore, couldnt handle his cockiness and ego.

and for that he hates him self.

he still speaks of you in present tense, when nobara asks him if he's ever been in love, a small smile on his face he answers yes, describing your features as he rambles about your dates with him "he takes me to really expensive places even though i said its not necessary" the fondness in his voice lures itadori and even megumi who never heard him talk about someone like this

nobara speaks as she lays on her stomach kicking her feet the idea of love warming up her soul "so where is your boyfriend now?" gojos smile falters for a moment checking his watch "uhm he should still be at work im not sure..." itadori chimes in exictedly "cant you call him i wanna meet him"

megumi being the one to notice how weird gojo's being he makes up some excuse for them to leave telling them they should go clean up in the training room

gojo is left sitting on his desk scrolling through your social media, the chain you gave him years ago still wrapped around his neck.

you were is first love.

his one and only.

how could he ever get over loosing you.

how could he ever forgive himself for being the reason youre proposing to someone else and not him.

for that he'll truly despise himself.