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He/Him, Gay n 17

[lant3rnlight]

Hi! I saw your hcs of Aoba & Koujaku & I thought requesting for DMMD if you’re up to it but if not you can ignore this if you want to. But I was wondering if you can do a Aoba x gn reader where Reader is sweet but shy who tends to keep a wall between everyone around them but opens up to Aoba. Aoba also very protective of them. They aren’t a thing yet so I was think they could be hanging out in his room with him cuddling & feelings spill out from the reader saying they love Aoba & they end up kissing & falling sleep together in each others arms. I think it be cute to see vulnerability between the two & cute cuddle time. ^^

OMG YESS!! I love DMMD requests so much! I also love this idea with Aoba :D! Sorry about the semi wait with this too! Hopefully with my newfound free time I will finish all my requests!

TW: Typical game content (though I slightly based this off of before the events of the first DMMD game, hope you don’t mind!)

Pairing: Aoba x GN! Reader

A typical day in Midorijima consisted of violence and arguments, but you could find little odds and ends of peace; take the junk shop in this current moment, for example, as Aoba and they rambled on about random pieces of their day, current events, or really just anything that came to their minds. 

They kneeled for a moment to pet Ren as Aoba had another customer call, so they had to put their conversation on hold. They watched Aoba subconsciously, just the way his hair flowed and framed his face, his fake laugh as he tried to sell another product to this customer. They shouldn’t be thinking this; this is their best friend. They hyperfocused on petting Ren, which slightly freaked out the all-mate as proven by Ren’s face, though he didn’t say anything until Aoba’s voice was suddenly targeted at both of them,

“ Hey, HEY! I was talking to you, you know?”  

His voice was obviously teasing, but still it made them jolt up to focus back on the blue-haired man, 

“Jeez, any longer and I would've thought you were just another statue added to this place's catalogue.”

They blankly stared at Aoba before rolling their eyes, in doing so realizing the time; Aoba was currently off the clock, and he didn’t have another shift until the afternoon the next day, so they offered to go out or just spend the night together, a common occurrence between the two. Well, in general it was rare to see the two apart; whilst Aoba had an interesting group of friends, they did not, preferring to stay around Aoba. But Aoba suggested just a night in; it had obviously been a long day for them both. The walk back to Aoba’s house was quiet, but that was okay; they didn’t have to be talking all the time for it to be comfortable, when they eventually reached Aoba’s house and got to his room, they sat on his bed and began to chat about things, things that to anyone would seem pointless but to them it felt normal. 

Although that feeling in them was coming back, as they leaned against Aoba’s shoulder showing him a random image, they couldn’t help but realize how close they were.

“Aoba?” Their voice reached his ears almost instantly as he glanced down

He let out a hum to show he was listening, only to hear them say nevermind in a very hushed tone and go back to whatever it was they were looking at on their coil, Aoba huffed and not so gracefully tugged them backwards against him, burying his face in the crook of their neck and playfully whining out,

“Tellll meeee, don’t just say nevermind”

They accidentally just let it slip,

“Aoba - I think I'm in love with you.” 

Aoba laughed slightly thinking they were just joking, but his smile quickly morphed into a serious expression when he realized they were serious.

“Really?” As pathetic as it felt was all he managed to get out as he sat up and stared at them laying on his pillow, and as they quietly nodded yes, he let out a smile and hugged them from behind again

“Took you long enough, I love you too.”

They didn’t stay hung up on this topic for much longer, their relationship already had romantic undertones before they were together so not much really changed other than the label. 

Aoba just held them a bit tighter to his chest, leaning his head to rest on the top of theirs, listening to Aoba’s heartbeat their nervous also seemed to dissipate and they fell into this position for awhile, it was unclear if they were asleep or not, but it was clear they were content.

[littlestar1-1-1-1]

Whoever requested this ily!

[dmmdscenarios]

Sly Blue can fuck me doggy style anytime he wants. He can view my ass and smack it while pulling my hair.

Well, this sleepover has escalated quickly 0.0

Sly Blue: *literally smothers Admin in an attempt to get access to the computer* our adress is 4- 

Admin: *Hits Sly with the computer* damn it Sly! You can’t just go and do things like that man!

[littlestar1-1-1-1]

Missing this dmmd writer....ugh....💔

[kandyrezi]

[ ♡ / ♢ ] Yandere!Ivlis hcs (+ nsfw).

(a/n: this wasn’t a request, i just wanted to write these on my own - but i was encouraged into actually posting it, so thank ya!)

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» Ivlis is a protective (mildly possessive) yandere. He doesn’t form emotional attachments with others easily, so if he decides that he wants you to be by his side, he is not going to let you go that easily. 

» In this wretched world of interminable cruelty filled with volatile otherworldly beings, the flame devil sees your compassionate soul surrounded by anyone who could take advantage of you so easily as both a weakness and something he comes to cherish about you.

» At first, he would merely keep a watchful eye out for you, making sure you wouldn’t get hurt badly in any capacity, when you go so far as to try to defend him when Reficul comes to collect Ivlis for his usual ‘pet training’ session. 

» While you might have gotten off easy that time with the white-haired devil simply threatening to turn you into a rat if you didn’t mind your own business - Ivlis still doesn’t want you being punished in his place should you end up being a target for their wrath at any time. It’s only when he’s in belief of your safety being at risk of some of the more dominant personalities around you does something click together in his mind.

» “You realize harm could befall of you out there, don’t you…? You’d be much safer here with me. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” he’d say, trying to justify his reasoning for these feelings.

» The more times you come to visit him out of your own desire and becoming closer each time - bringing him flowers in hopes it’d brighten his day, asking if he’d like to do some of your favorite past-time activities together - the more confident he becomes in thinking up ways for you to stay by his side for as long and often as possible, until you come to the realization a little too late when he’s already chained you down so you have no choice but to be exactly where he wants you to be.

» He doesn’t care how upset you are with him. The sooner that you realize all this is for your own good, the better.

» He doesn’t see his actions of stripping you of your freedom as an act of cruelty, but justifies it as trying to protect you.

» While he doesn’t enjoy hurting you, and makes sure to voice this to you as well as a bit of a verbal warning at first, he doesn’t hesitate to punish you in other ways, like taking away more and more privileges if you actively keep fighting back against him or acting up.

» If he has to get into a confrontation or fight someone off if they’re a threat to your well-being or if he suspects them of trying to take you away, he’ll very-well do it. He feels more confident in standing up for himself if he’s doing it for someone else’s sake.

» He knows what it’s like being at the receiving end of getting punished harshly for little to no reason, so while it does take something more extreme for him to lash out, his patience isn’t infinite, so it’s for the best to not provoke him too much.

» If he isn’t around to keep you company, then he has his more trusted servants do it for him, Licorice being the primary one (who wasn’t fond of you at first, but his opinion might be shifting, upon learning how happy you made his mother).

» If he ever comes back to the flame castle (where you’d been locked up in his room and laying on the bed, absentmindedly reading a book to pass the time), looking beaten and bruised; it’s one of those times he looks genuinely fatigued and broken on the inside, not bothering to put up a front.

» You don’t say anything as he climbs into the bed and rests his head on your lap. It’s quiet for a long time as you gather the courage to gently stroke his hair, wondering what had happened. After all this time, there’s still an ounce of tenderness that you feel for him.

» “… I won’t let them lay a hand on you.” he eventually murmurs against your thigh, keeping a firm grip on your soft skin.

» At the time, you can’t really comprehend what he means by it. You figure it can’t possibly be any worse than the situation is for you already right now.

⌜nsfw hcs.⌟

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[kandyrezi]

Could I request Yandere headcanons for Satanick and Fumus? Please. I adore how you write.💕💕💕💖💖💖💖

(a/n: thank you so much, nonnie! I’m going to put up the fumus headcanons in another post!)

[ ♡ / ♢ ] yandere!Satanick hcs.

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(tw: suggestive themes)

» Satanick is a semi-delusional and an obsessive yandere. Although he might have had numerous short-lasting flings and bed warmers in the past, he has never been the type to fall in love easily, but when it does happen, the person at the receiving end of his obsession is in for chaos; he becomes nothing if not devoted in his affections. He considers himself grandiose, he is and has everything anyone could ever want, he’s sure you’ll fall at his feet in no time.

» He would put more effort into wooing you, everything would be carefully planned out. He makes a grand appearance at the doorstep of your residence; wearing an expensive striped suit, a bouquet of purple roses in hand, treating you to the most exquisite of places to introduce you to, later he will take you back to his palace to show you around and really get ‘acquaintanced’ with one another.

» But his plan backfires miserably. You instead throw the flowers back in his face and make your bloodthirsty familiar chase him off of your property. His suit ends up having been torn to pieces, a bite taken out of his leg, and he’s fallen into a puddle, hair soaked in muddy water.

» It’s taking everything in his power to not go back and force you down and put you in your place for what you just did.

» …but not to worry, he’s a patient man! He’s got all the time in the world to pursue and win your heart. If one doesn’t at first succeed, then try again - as those trite words of wisdom go. He likes that you’re making it a challenge for him, it only makes things all the more fun.

» He tries to flatter you a lot, majority of the time with flirty or suggestive one-liners. He loves to trap you into a narrow space with him to make you blush and fidget, seeing how nervous his presence makes you, no matter how many layers of stoic disposition you put affront, he can see it clear as day.

» He doesn’t really like the thought of sharing you with anyone else trying to court you. It’s not that he’s jealous or anything of the sort, he wants all your attention on him before anyone else can get to you. He’ll most likely intimidate and threaten any other rivals with a terrifyingly cheery voice, saying it’d be a shame if he had to toss them over to his subordinates to torture as much as they pleased to get them out of his way. It’s not like they ever stood a chance against someone as resplendent as himself, but it doesn’t hurt to take extra ensure of reassurance.

» Satanick writes you poetry under an anonymous sender, most of it erotic of all the things he’d like to do to you.

» He would obsessively look through your personal belongings to find out anything you might like; he wants to know all there is to know about you. After finding out about the things you like, expect to find many gifts left for you. He might or might not have snuck into your room at one point during his search at night and pause his little quest just to watch you sleep, but shush… your sleeping face is simply beautiful, that’s all there is to it!

» Nothing would be quite as romantic as feeding your lover chocolates while rehearsing words of adoration to one another, if only you would allow him to.

» “Love isn’t a choice, won’t you understand my feelings for you are genuine~?”

» The only response he ends up getting from you is you slapping his hands away, “Get it through your head once and for all: I despise you, you disgusting, twitchy little pig of a man.”

» Ouch, there he is, pouring his heart out to you and you decide to start name-calling him, what a naughty little thing you are. If he had any less self-restraint, he’d punish you right then and there. He feels his walls of patience beginning to crack inch by inch.

» It starts raining in the pitch black world more frequently.

» Satanick’s less likely to kidnap you if you’re a person of higher or divine status, but if you’re one in the masses of less significance, then it’s unlikely anyone will even remember you existed at all once he takes you away to live with him. It’s not like there’s someone more important to you than he is, you’ll see~

» The more you play hard to get, the longer this little game edges on, the more infatuated he becomes. As well as enraged. He feels sick to the point of the taste of vomit convulsing from the back of his throat, stains of purple coat his fingers when he wipes it off of his mouth.

» He looks a bit… different the next time you see him. Gone is the jovial demeanor, the irises glowing purple in his eyes seem eerily too bright to contrast the haughty pouching of his lips. A dark, duller purple cape around his shoulders hooked on the front with a red button. When you try to leave without another thought, he only lurks after you like a shadow and threatens you.

» “You never seem to notice how my heart beats for you. I’ll carve you open and make yours beat for me too if you keep ignoring me.”

» You aren’t so fazed by his menacing presence nor words. If you make the mistake of trying to hit him again, he’ll catch your wrist in a vice grip and push you against the wall, the room darkens until it becomes pitch black and your eyes can’t adjust to anything other than the one in front of you.

» You’ve had your fun shoving, snarling, and spitting at him, now he’s the one cornering you, relishing in the fear with the way your body trembles and eyes widen.

» “Where did that bold bravery go all of a sudden, little rabbit?” he mocks you, pressing himself even closer until there’s no space between your bodies, he has his other hand around your throat – not squeezing, but it’s a warning of what’s to come.

» “When you said you despised me, well… you’re either going to love me now or you’re about to despise me even more, depending on how long it takes.”

» It no longer rains as much in the pitch black world after that encounter.

» There is no begging or bargaining with him once you’re in his grasp. He takes what he wants when he wants.

» Punishments are one of a kind with Satanick, he likes to get a little too creative sometimes, but for the most part favors sexual punishments. He knew he could break your snooty little facade, now that he has your face adorned with ecstasy whilst he holds your thighs close to his sides as he fucks you senseless with you laying beneath him.

» You sometimes swear you hear the sound of someone else when he speaks, and see another person when you look into his eyes, as the trite law goes, being the door a person’s soul, maybe this time quite literally. You wonder if there could possibly have been someone else influencing his sudden, volatile behavior. You don’t surmise you’ll ever find out before he ends up killing you… whoever ‘he’ might be.

[lant3rnlight]

OMG(˶>⩊<˶) Didn't expect you to answer...

If you're free at the moment,, may I request aoba or koujaku (I'm fine with either) general dating hcs...૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

Of course! This is coming out very quickly (lol) but I will get to all my other asks soon! DMMD is a huge interest of mine so I'm very thankful you requested this :D! Warnings: Canon typical warnings for DMMD Pairings: Aoba x GN reader and Kou-jaku x GN reader

(Assuming GN reader so sorry!)

AOBA: Starting off with Aoba, I think he's one of if not the best person to be in a relationship with at least from this cast of characters. 

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If you were together before the platinum jail incident, I think he would be an attentive lover but also keep some distance between you two, due to his past with Rhyme. -

I do think he truly loved you during this era still, but he doesn’t want you to get hurt due to his actions or past actions as “Sly”.

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You’re also one of the only people he fully trusts. It's hard to trust anyone in this day and age but you've never given him a reason to not trust you. 

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As a slight side-note, I think dating him at this time makes Ren adore you, one of the only people that doesn’t drive either of them insane.

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I also think he enjoys PDA to an extent, not full on kissing or making out in public, but he always has to be holding you in some way, like intertwining hands fully, holding pinkies or even just having you holding onto his arm.

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I also think if you tried to go to platinum jail with him , he would have a hard time wanting you to be around everything that's happening in a way, like he's worried something is going to happen to you in the same way it happened to Mizuki.

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Now to think about if you were dating him during/after the platinum jail incident, I think he's a lot more tense and distant for awhile, though he truly wants to get to know you and trust you, after all the events he's been through, trusting anybody fully is incredibly difficult for him.

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If you started dating during (EX: when Clear, Noiz, Mink and Kou-jaku all met and started talking), I think he would be extremely distant everything in his life basically just blew up and he doesn’t really know what to do, it would be hard for him to settle down and just focus on you. 

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I think towards the middle of events is when he finally relaxes (about you atleast) and tries to stop being so distant, I think this era? Version? Aoba has some trouble with physical touch, so he is typically holding onto some piece of clothing you have on, likely a sleeve. 

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At the end of the Platinum jail incident, I think he goes back to being a lot more like Aoba before everything happened, though I think he still has some issues with physical touch and prefers just holding hands, and resting on you, he’d be the one to initiate most contact.

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All around I think he's just an extremely kind lover, something different than most the relationships in this game. ~

KOU-JAKU:

For Kou-jaku I think he's relatively similar to Aoba in terms of his kindness, although sometimes it can come off as kind of sarcastic and fake. Not on purpose or saying anything about you, it just comes with the territory of his past and his current thoughts.

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I think dating him before the platinum jail incident is almost like you aren’t in a way, he cares a lot for you and loves you, However due to his past it's difficult for him to confide in anyone besides Aoba. Although he slowly gets better about opening up to you.

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I am a firm believer in PDA LOVER Kou-jaku, he loves having an arm around your waist, a hand on the small of your back, resting his head on your shoulder, holding hands. Basically anything you can think of, his hands are usually always on you.

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His tattoo’s are an extremely sore subject, even if you've been together for awhile, he doesn’t know how to open up to you about it until after the platinum jail incident.

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If you got together during the platinum jail incident I think he's more protective in a sense, In the sense that he's really worried about you getting involved with Ryuho and ending up going down the same path as him, so he tends to try and keep you away from helping.

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Once everything with his tattoo is revealed, and even after Aoba helps him he assumes you’ll never want anything to do with him again, it takes a lot of showing him you still trust him and you can forgive his past for everything to go back to normal, but eventually he realizes you won’t leave him.

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Lastly! If you got with him at the end of the platinum jail incident he is a lot more open about his past after knowing you for a longer period of time, during this time period he loves having you trace his tattoos, it's a very intimate moment for both of you, but it also represents trust.

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Overall also a pretty great lover to have in this universe.

[saintnoctis]

“…WANNA DRAG YOUR LIFELESS BODY TO A FOREST & FORNICATE WITH IT.”

synopsis — smutty part two of sinister mark coming into the universe with one goal: to find you, as you’re dead in his universe and every other one he’s searched. you’re only friends with the original mark but sinister is obsessed with you. things go slightly south and now you’re hiding sinister from everyone in the comfort of your own home.

sinister invincible ✘ m reader

contains — pillow prince reader, dumbification(?), a bit of drooling + spit as lube, creampie, fingering, dick riding, blow job/deep throat, doggy-style, biting if you squint (sinister receiving), og mark catches you guys, angst(?)

“Since you asked so nicely.” He lifted you up just enough to align his cock to your puckered, twitching hole, rolling his hips upwards just enough to feel the tight ring of muscle start to stretch.

“H- Hhn,” your breath hitched as his dick sunk inside that velvet heat inch by inch.

“Fucking shit..” he suddenly groaned.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, hiding your face against his neck. You lift your hips and slowly start to bounce on his cock.

“Mmh, Mark..” you moaned, warm breath tickling his skin.

His hips buck upward, meeting your descent with a sharp slap of flesh against flesh. “You feel.. so good. Just like that.”

One of his hands treks down to your ass, gripping it roughly as he uses your flesh to guide your movements—forcing you to take more of his cock with each grind downward.

“N- Nnghh— aah,” you whimper, biting down on his neck.

The squelches and slaps of skin echo through the room, punctuated by your moans and his grunts.

With a sharp gasp, Sinister hilts deep inside you, his cock throbbing as it pumps hot, sticky semen into your ass. You almost yelp, roughly biting down on his flesh to which he yanks you off his lap.

“Ugh..” he clicks his tongue as he drags his fingertips over the deep marks on his neck. “Y’know.. biting is my thing.”

—

Sinister purred when you laid on your back, lifting both your legs up, knees bumping your shoulders—practically folded in half.

He's still rock hard, not a single sign of him softening after his first orgasm. And the new angle allows him to sink even deeper into you.

You feel so incredibly full, stuffed to the brim with his pulsing cock.

He starts to roll his hips, sawing his thick shaft in and out of your stretched, slick hole.

“A- Aahh— Maaark!”

“What would, ngh, your Mark think if he saw you like this?”

“D- Don’t talk about him right now!”

He snickered lowly as angled his hips, hitting your prostate inside dead on.

“Mmmhh—“ You whined loudly, eyes glazed over.

Sinister pulls out slooowly then slams his cock back in with sharp thrusts.

Your noises got louder—panting, gasping, moaning. You weren’t even trying to hide your pleasure.

The creaking of the bed frame fills the room as he fucks into you wildly. His heavy balls slap against your ass with each vicious thrust.

“Aah! U- Uuuf.. ohhh, Mark!!”

You were practically seeing stars—nothing has ever felt this good before. “I- I need to— mmphh, cum.”

You let out shaky pants, eyebrows knitting together in overwhelming sensation, legs starting to shiver. “Fuckfuck…”

Sinister groaned at the sight.

He reaches down with his free hand, finding your dripping erection. He wraps his fingers around it roughly, stroking you in time with his thrusts. His thumb swipes over the sensitive head, smearing the leaking precum around.

“Cum for me. Don’t try to hold it in.”

With a deep, final thrust, he slams into you and grinds against your prostate. His hand squeezes your throbbing cock.

Your entire body seizes up, hole fluttering and clenching around him as you came—cum spurting from your aching dick in thin rivulets.

“S- Shit, Mark!” You practically yelp, looking up at him with the most pathetic eyes he’s ever seen. More pathetic than the many people he’s killed.

He lets your legs down and scoots back a few inches. “You good?”

“Uh, mhm.” You nod, slowly moving to sit up.

“Wait.”

“..What?”

“I want to keep fucking you.”

You blink slowly.

“..Please?” He tilts his head slightly.

You let out a heavy sigh and lay back down.

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His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back against him.

He admires the new view—your ass sticking up for him, your back arched, your body slightly trembling in anticipation.

He spits into his palm, rubbing the slickness over his still-hard cock before pressing the thick head against your hole.

“You’re still so tight,” he grunts, pushing forward just enough to make you gasp.

His free hand slides up your spine, gripping the back of your neck as he leans over you. “Your Mark is going to wonder why you’re stumbling around tomorrow.”

With a sharp thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his hips slapping against your ass with an obscene plop plop plop.

His grip on your neck tightens, forcing you to arch deeper.

“F- Fuck—wait! It feels s-s’good!”

Sinister grins at your words, his thrusts becoming more brutal that your body starts to jolt forward with each time your skin meets with his.

He leans down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. You let out a sharp whine in response.

Your fucked-out face pressed against a pillow covered in your drool. The pleasure is so deep that it borders on painful, your ass clenches around Sinister’s thrusts until the bed is soaked beneath you, your cum spurting and dribbling from your cock.

You draw out another moan.

He fucks you through your orgasm, pace faltering just a little as he fights his own release.

“Nngh..” He pulls out at the last second, jerking himself off until he spills across your ass and lower back in hot, heavy pulses, the mess sliding down your warm skin. A breathy curse slips from his mouth.

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The scent of sex and sweat lingers in the air between you, a thick reminder of what just happened.

Sinister huffed as he laid back against pillows, watching as you hooked your bare leg over his hip, your chest almost fully on top of his.

You unconsciously sucked and nibbled at his neck as if it was second nature, your hand firmly holding his jaw on the other side.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and looked down at you with a satisfied, lazy grin, taking in the sight of his cum on the curve of your ass and the small of your back. His other hand treks down to trace through the mess, scooping some up with two fingers and pushing it back inside your fucked hole.

He’s not looking for another round just yet, but he likes the way you cling to him, the way you currently need him.

He shifts slightly, pressing his chest firmer against yours, enjoying the subtle contrast between your body and his. You murmured against the skin of neck and bit down harder when his fingers slipped inside.

“Yeah, that’s it..." he mumbles, his voice thick with post coital content. He can feel how sensitive you've become, the walls of your hole throbbing rhythmically around his fingers.

He slides a third finger in, stretching you wide again, his hand working with a steady kind of grace. He isn't exactly being gentle, but he isn't being brutal anymore either. It’s a slow, possessive kneading.

“Mmm..” you whine quietly.

And suddenly the door slowly opens—

Mark’s voice was soft, like he expected you to be asleep when he walked in.

“I know it’s late and I shouldn’t have broken in, but—”

He cut himself off at the sight of Sinister fingering you.

You were supposed to tell him as soon as you saw the guy. You were supposed to tell him if something was wrong. You were supposed to—

The one thing you weren’t supposed to do was hide the fact you were keeping Sinister at home and fucking him behind Mark’s back.

“..What the hell is this?” Mark stares in disbelief.

Sinister’s body stiffens under you, but he doesn't make an effort to cover you or move away in shame.

Instead, he slowly drags his fingers out of your slick, gaping hole with a wet sound that echoes in the sudden silence.

He looks the doorway, his eyes meeting his own—well, Mark’s wide, horrified gaze. Rather than looking guilty, he looks incredibly annoyed, his brows furrowing as if his intrusion has ruined a perfectly good moment.

“I asked a question.”

Mark’s hands clench into tight fists. His eyes flicker to your nude, sweaty body draped over Sinister’s, then back up to his irritated glare.

He gave Mark a cocky smirk. "What? You caught us post fuck." His voice was lacking even a hint of apology. “Don’t look so shocked, it was bound to happen with me and him.”

“You’re serious.”

It’s not even a question.

Everything that made sense five minutes ago—everything that felt intense, confusing, impossible to untangle—suddenly feels a lot more real under his gaze.

You push yourself up slightly, finally aware of how this looks.

Of what it is.

“…Mark, I—”

“You lied to me.” He cuts you off, sharp.

“I asked you,” he continues, taking a slow step closer. “More than once. If something was wrong. If he came back. And you just—what? Kept him here behind my back!?”

You don’t have an answer. An honest one at least.

His jaw tightens.

“How long has this been going on?”

You’re silent again.

And that’s your answer.

Mark lets out a sharp, disbelieving breath, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to wake himself up from a bad dream. “This is messed up. This is really messed up.”

You nod hesitantly. “I know.”

“But you still did it.”

Not accusing.

Not even fully angry.

Just hurt.

“I didn’t know how to tell you..”

“You could’ve started with anything,” Mark snaps, the frustration finally coming through. “Instead of—this!”

Sinister sits up slightly, gaze fixed on Mark. “He wasn’t going to tell you.”

You tense up even more. “Stop it—“

Mark’s eyes snap to him. “Don’t speak for him.”

“I don’t have to,” Sinister replies. “He already made his choice.”

“Dude,” Mark says, looking back at you, “this is him. The guy who literally kidnapped you. The guy we’re supposed to be stopping. And you—”

He gestures helplessly, like he can’t even comprehend the thought.

Your chest tightens. “I- It’s.. not that simple.”

That stops him for a moment.

“No, no, you’re right! I get it, you’re choosing him.” Mark spat out sarcastically, disbelief bleeding into every word.

You flinch.

And that says everything it needs to.

Mark laughs once. “Wow.”

Sinister doesn’t look surprised at all. If anything, he looks satisfied, still completely unapologetic. “Told you.”

“I trusted you,” he says.

You swallow, your voice quieter now. “I know.”

“Did you?” Mark asks. “Because it really doesn’t feel like it.”

He takes a few small steps back. Like he needs distance before he says something worse.

“I need a minute,” he mutters, more to himself than either of you, slowly turning around. “We’re talking about this later.”

Then he’s gone.

And the room feels colder without him.

“He’ll come back,” Sinister says. “I would know.”

You’re caught between the person you’ve always known and the one who refuses to let you go.

But no matter what happens next, you’ve already crossed the line.

And there’s no going back from it now.

“…Shit.”

@ fqngless do not copy my work.

[pinupstar]

AGORA HILLS

— SATORU GOJO & MALE READER

SYNOPSIS & WARNINGS — Satoru's such a nice friend! He comes over to comfort you after a nasty break-up, rubbing your back while you sob into his chest... hold on, why is he pulling his pants down!? non-con and dub-con themes, cream-pie (stealthing implied), dacryphilia kind of?? dunno it's mentioned a few times. Proceed with these in mind!

MITSU'S NOTES — Sorry for these dark ass warnings... didn't mean for them to be so dark but I lowkey didn't know how else to write this fic and it's also so shitty and rushed I feel like a failure of a writer 💔 Again; proceed with your own caution.

WORD COUNT — 0.6k words

Satoru's large hands gently run over your back, patting your head while you sniffle into his chest. You had called him about thirty minutes ago, gasping and sobbing into the phone as he could barely make out what you were saying. Even if he couldn't make out whatever you were desperately crying, he grabbed his keys and made his way over to your apartment.

Satoru sighs while his lap is covered in crumpled snotty, wet tissues. He'd honestly preferred it that way. The paper covered his growing erection, which was because of your tears. Satoru wasn't really ashamed of it—it got him off, no? But his neck flushed with embarrassment since, well, you were his best friend and you have been his best friend since middle school. No matter, he tuned out your shaky voice, nodding along mindlessly as his cock desperately throbbed in his sweatpants. Satoru had no idea how long he could handle this before he basically exploded.

You, however, had no idea of the internal battle rising inside—and out—of Satoru. Your nose was runny, blowing into yet another tissue while your shirt is covered in ice-cream stains from an hour ago. You glanced up at him when you noticed shuffling, then the motion of his gray sweatpants being pulled down to be met with his black boxer briefs, which had a growing wet patch.

"S— Satoru..?" Your voice came out gentle, clutching his shirt while staring up at him with your tear filled eyes made any semblance of mercy or restraint disappear from Satoru's body to be replaced with lust and want.

"M'sorry, (name), m'so so sorry…" Satoru mutters as the hand resting on your back travels up to your hair, gripping with a force that makes you whimper in pain. He doesn't know why he did it, only that he wanted to see you cry more. Satoru lays you down, pushing your legs up to your chest and pulling your pants off to reveal your pink hole to him. He takes his boxers off, cock springing free as he positions himself above you, his thick cockhead nudging your hole.

"C'mon, open up for me…" He grunts, pushing into your unprepared hole—making him gasp softly, and making you sob in pain. Every nerve is set on fire, you feel so so dirty yet feel so so good. Once Satoru's cock is buried deep, the pain melts off your body and molds into pleasure. Every sob of pain turns into a gentle whine of pleasure as Satoru's cock hits your prostate and goes even deeper, making your cock tingle with an impending feeling of release coming soon.

"Gonna… gonna get that shitty guy outta your mind," Satoru grunts in your ear, cradling your head as his thrusts grow more intense and concentrated on your prostate. "You're only gonna think about me, aren't you?" His teeth latch onto the side of your neck, sucking hard and letting a cherry red hickey burst onto your delicate skin. "Y— yes! Only— only you!" You're comparable to a sex doll, letting yourself be used for Satoru's pleasure even though yours isn't far behind. The sounds of skin slapping against skin was your own aphrodisiac, and Satoru's hips still—pelvis flush against your ass as he comes deep without warning. Did he even put a condom on? No matter, your release comes a few seconds after Satoru's, watery cum splattering across your shirt and joining the ice-cream stains.

Did Satoru have any regrets fucking you? None. If he was being honest, he'd do it again and again, no matter if you agreed or not.

[privitivium]

hii!! im not very good at english, so pls forgive me if i say anything wrong.. 😭🙏 i saw your denji work and i was in love! your works are so yummy. can i request softdom!top! yoshida hirofumi from chainsaw man and sub bottom reader ?

id like to think that reader is very stubborn n sometimes mean (in a affectionate way) w yoshida, but once yoshida touches him gently and praises him he just turns into a sobbing mess during sex..

of course you don’t have to write this if you don’t feel like it.. have a good day and make sure to eat & drink water!! ^^

yoshida hirofumi, "mean" male reader,,,

yoshida is so beautiful!! katana man however,, is so hot,,, going through it w him. i need him. 'tsundere' reader honestly.

18/18, both amab, softdomtop yoshida, subbot reader, cw;;; praise, teasing,,, yoshida jerks you off, very faint dacryphilia.

there was no use in trying to play dumb... there was also no use in hiding your true feelings from yoshida. one side-eye glance from him and you feel he's already got you figured out - what mood you're in, what you're thinking… it's too fucking weird.

it's even weirder when he takes advantage of your emotions. getting you all riled up - making fun of you in his own nonchalant way, knowing how sensitive you are. making you upset and in return grumpily mumbling about how absolutely fucking dreadful he is and you wish you could transfer schools if it wasn't for... if it wasn't for what? the words always die on your tongue... you won't say that you enjoy his pestering. not ever.

a simple instance, alone time. alone together. hanging out on the roof and droning about in a lackadaisical tone regarding your classmate, venting your frustrations as she was relentless as he was in teasing youㅡ“it's like a female yoshida.” you huff, tossing him a glare. “you two in cahoots? must be. hired someone to fuck with me when you're not around to pester me?”

ㅡwhat? no, of course not. who is this woman? she will be dealt with immediately. only he is allowed to make fun of you. yoshida hummed, apparently not in the mood for playful banterㅡrather, thinking about what exactly he'd do to ward off this girl. silence settles... several minutes before he's acting up again. bothering you with his mere happiness.

you glance at him at the corner of your eye. catching the way he was staring right back at you and grinning... so fucking creepy - why the hell was he smiling at you so suddenly? the two of you had just been sitting in silenceㅡa very comfortable silenceㅡbefore you felt, and saw him look over at you. making you nervous as you try so hard not to look back at him…!! at the corner of your eye, obsidian eyes ever so blank. always knowing what buttons to push!!!

you falter, your eyes inadvertently catching his and lingering in the void of his gaze for a fraction too longㅡ”could you not stare?” you narrow your eyes as you make a point not to look at him, squirming in place. appearing annoyed, growing shy,,, arms instinctively crossing over your chest as if seeking solace, your gaze darting sideways away from his -

ㅡ“s-shit, yoshidaaa!!” you mewled pitifully, hand shakily moving to cover your mouth as sobs fall from your lips freely,,, he was too good. or you were just too weak. weak to his ,,, particularly gentle caresses and nimble hand teasing your cockhead,,, he was so smug. so sly!!! he admits to only himself, that he has a particular thing for you when you look up at him with those tearful, narrowed eyes.

yoshida chuckles breathlessly, nuzzling into your neck just to inhale your scent before pulling back - cupping your cheek as he admires you, “you’re okay.” he reassured, smiling casually as he pets your burning, tear-streaked cheek... leaning inward. whispering, cooing to you,,, “you’re fine…”ㅡplacing fluttering kisses long your tear-streaked cheek,,,, his hand stroking along your half-hard cock….,,,, saying that he has you, no reason to be such a crybaby...

eyeing your expression up and down... "so sensitive. but so mean to me during the day?" he mumbles his thoughts aloud, teasing you verbally just as he was thumbing the slit of your cockhead. ohh the agony,,, you were never as mean as he is with you... (lies!) "you're such a brat, but here you are... melting away." he breathes, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he jerks you off. YEAH.

when not preoccupied with denji - tormenting him in his own ways and all - he took pleasure in fucking with you even more than denji! you felt that way, anyway. yoshida. obviously, had a thing for calling you needy, specifically. the nerve of that fucking guy... you weren't needy. if anything, he was needy. finding you in the halls during free period, tormenting you with his gaze alone. ugh! obsessed much? gosh!

the absolute fucking gall of this guy. making fun of you, ever so sly and downright cruel! ( you were sensitive - ) you didn't deserve any of it! ( you did. ) you were just so nice and lovely, why was yoshida always so cruel with you? ah, but let's not forget how truly soft he is with you,,, his dear boy. his dear... lover. he's just so fucking annoying, isn't he?

held up in your bedroom after begrudgingly letting him in your home... playing annoyed, you're so bothersome, yoshida - following me home, creep? before he subdues you rather uhmㅡquicker, than you're used to.

ㅡyoshida falters momentarily, taking a tender moment to admire your trembling, bare splayed out on your bed. tearful eyes darting across his face... skin slickened with a thin sheen of sweat and so visibly flustered - fidgeting, arms fighting to cross over your chest. he grinned. leaning downward, sighing out in pure contentment, lips teasingly ghosting along the central seam of your abdomen, void eyes peering at you through his locks of hair that never bothered to cut above eye-length. easing you with an equally gentle, affectionate; “that's my sweet boy…”

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Now I never watched invincible or read the comics but from the clips I’ve seen and what the wiki says about him, but I can tell he’ll be one of those sickly sweet/delusional types of yandere.

(Look, I need me some yandere Mark with male reader or gender neutral, and wouldn’t mind if someone turned this into a fic.)

Like you told him you’re breaking up with him. You get that he’s a hero and the world needs him but you need him as well. You know that he’s strong yet you worry about his safety ever waking hour, messaging him if he’s okay. You’ve always been pushed to the side, barely get any attention or acknowledgement. Mark is confused and tries to play it off with a laugh.

“You don’t mean that right? Don’t say we’re over…”

You reaffirmed that it’s over before taking your leave.

Mark was left distraught. He really, really loves you… he understands that maybe he should’ve showed you more, been there more. Maybe he expected you to wait for him…

He turns to Eve and William and see how they both think. William was more… blunt and honest about it and Eve showed sympathy for him. Mark still pondered… that’s when it clicks: you didn’t stop loving him, he lost you because he didn’t show you love! Surely that’s it.

Mark just needs to remind you about the good times and love.

He starts love bombing you: gifts, showing up everywhere, flowers, calling, and texting. Yet, you ignored them and told him that there’s no chance of it ever working out. Devastated, Mark figures he needs to try harder.

That leads him to taking you. You find Mark in your home, teary eyed and soft spoken. “You were going to leave… I can’t let that happen.” So, he snatches you and flies you to an undisclosed location (or his place but that’s stupid but maybe interesting.)

The room was decorated with everything you liked. It felt like home, smelt like home, but it wasn’t. You were about to freak out but Mark shushes you.

“You said you wanted more time with me… now we have all the time in the world!”

Mark visits you constantly after hero work or studies. He brings you food, games, comics, anything you want. To spend more time with you, he lies to Debbie and Nolan about going to see William or Eve for the night. Cuddling you as he slept but you were wide awake, but you couldn’t do nothing.

He truly believes he’s fixing and healing you both

You tried screaming and fighting back, even escaping but nothing. Mark begins to get annoyed but he never lays his hands on you. He’ll just guilty trip you.

“Why do you do this? After everything I’m doing to make things work… everything I’ve done for us… I’ll always be here for you…”

And if you think Mark is bad… just wait till you encounter his variants from other dimensions

Author’s note: maybe when I stop being a pussy about seeing gore and violence, I’ll watch invincible.

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Link to new Mark Drabble with some of his variants

[carnalcrows]

KINKTOBER 2025 — JJK SLASHER SPECIAL

“WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SCARY MOVIE?”

 characters – Gojo, Geto, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji

FINAL WARNING: strictly 18+. all fics are intended for male!readers. expect blood, dubcon, gore, wax, primal chasing, fangs, facefucking, and messy filth. read at your own risk.

a/n: the taglist is open until the 20th of september! pls comment under this post <3 reblog r greatly appreciated!!

OCT 2 — HALLOWEEN | Ryomen Sukuna × bottom!reader | BREEDING + STALKING [link]

The shape moves in silence through the night, always just a shadow behind you. Every step you take, he’s there. When he catches you, there’s no mercy, only the slow, perfect filling that leaves you trembling and marked from the inside out.

OCT 4 — TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE | Toji Fushiguro × bottom!reader | KIDNAPPING [link]

You step out to gather produce on your family’s farm, only to stumble upon something horrifying hidden in the dust. Before you can react, a massive, silent stranger appears, dragging you into a dim, grimy butcherhouse. Your heart pounds, breath ragged, every press of him against you leaving you trembling, slick, and helpless under his weight.

OCT 6 — HOUSE OF WAX | Geto Suguru × top!reader | WAX PLAY [link]

He stands frozen, body slick with molten wax, shivering under your touch. You press down, push, ride him, and tease every inch until he’s dripping and pleading. His screams mix with the crackle of cooling wax, and you can’t help but grin — controlling him, breaking him, molding him exactly how you want.

OCT 9 — AMERICAN PSYCHO | Gojo Satoru × bottom!reader | DEGRADATION + MIRROR SEX [link]

He grins at his reflection, polished and perfect, while your body becomes his canvas. He toys with you, watching every gasp and whimper with dark amusement, taking pleasure in bending you to his will.

OCT 11 — SCREAM | Gojo + Geto × bottom!reader | THREESOME / DOUBLE PENETRATION [link]

The phone rings, cutting through the silence, and the shadows in the room seem to shift. Two masked figures corner you, voices taunting and echoing through the corridor, relentless in their pursuit. When they finally strike, there’s no escape — both of them claiming you, splitting you open, leaving you gasping and trembling under their control.

OCT 13 — FRIDAY THE 13TH | Toji × bottom!reader | PRIMAL / CHASING [link]

The camp offers no safety, only shadows and the echo of your own heartbeat. Each step behind you is steady, unrelenting, a predator closing in. When he finally catches you, he drags you to the ground, ripping into you without mercy, biting, thrusting, and marking you like you were made to be his prey.

OCT 16 — DRACULA | Choso Kamo × top!reader | BLOODPLAY [link]

His throat glistens under the moonlight, fangs bared, lips slick with your blood. You press him down, fucking him while he shivers, helpless and desperate. Every gasp and slick trickle of blood leaves him undone beneath your hands.

OCT 18 — CHILD’S PLAY | Sukuna × bottom!male reader | SIZE KINK [link]

The doll sits innocently on your shelf, smiling harmlessly — until night falls. By the time you stir, he’s no longer tiny, crawling over you, taunting you with deliberate cruelty. He makes you submit while you’re half-asleep, showing you exactly how easily he can corrupt your body and mind, leaving you trembling and wet for more.

OCT 20 — THE SHINING | Gojo × bottom!reader | MADNESS / DUBCON [link]

The door bursts open before you can react. His presence fills the room, terrifyingly calm, yet with a dangerous edge. He’s steady and merciless — taking what he wants, using your body and pushing you to your limits while laughter and horror mingle in the shadows around you.

OCT 23 — SAW | Nanami × bottom!reader | FACEFUCKING / CHOKING [link]

Choices vanish one by one. You’re trapped, helpless, and all he cares about is claiming every inch of you. His hands are all over you, his cock unforgiving, until the only option left is your submission — choking, gagging, and losing yourself entirely to him.

OCT 25 — THE RING | Geto Suguru × bottom!reader | CORRUPTION KINK [link]

Static flickers across the screen, and suddenly he’s there, unstoppable, crawling through the shadows. He takes what he wants with a predatory grin, fucking you like a curse that will haunt your body forever — slow and deliciously unrelenting.

OCT 31 — EVIL DEAD | Sukuna + Gojo + Geto + Choso + Toji + Nanami × switch!reader | ORGY / MAX DEPRAVITY [link]

The cabin is dark, the forest alive with sinister whispers. Six hands, six bodies, one helpless plaything — you. They take turns, relentless, chaotic, each thrust and lick a claim, a bite, a demand. By the time dawn nears, you’re torn open, dripping, overstimulated, and utterly spent — a perfect finale to the most depraved Halloween imaginable.

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[alj0saray]

Jojoba Noncon HCs

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Broken English, Yandere, SMUT, Toxic Relationship, Noncon, Specifics TW/CW under for each character, AMAB Reader (mostly body parts, no use of pronouns), OOCs?, Degrading, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Characters: Johnny Joestar, Diego Brando

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Anon requested: Hello :D can i request a Non-con Yandere Johnny Joestar and Diego Brando x Male reader, (it's up to you if it's seperate or together) headcannon? have a good day/afternoon/night/whatever time it is for you!

gujglfjlo I have to say that I'm not exactly fond of this hcs and I guess thats my inexperience at writing with an amab reader, I'm so sorry! I honestly tried my best, I'm sorry if those are bad 💔💔

✧˚ · . Johnny Joestar

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Very obsessive, Soft Dom, Somnophilia, Constantly begs for sex

I think that Johnny as a yandere is pretty delusional and would honestly try to have a solid, healthy relationship that doesn’t work due to his possessive, paranoid, and obsessive nature. So him forcing himself on you isn’t really something he wants, especially if you try to fight back, because he honestly wants to have such an intimate moment with you

It would take quite a long time though; he “accepts” you not wanting to have sex with him, but he spying on you taking a shower and masturbating about to imagine later. It becomes too little quickly, and Johnny becomes more and more desperate

Also, he constantly brings the topic up, every time he can. Johnny hopes that, for some magic, one day you would reciprocate his feelings and his needs. And will probably get a little bit pissed when you constantly say no, or even act disgusted by his proposal and will be more sarcastic and mean, not caring about your feelings

It starts off with “soft” stuff; him groping your ass or dick, slightly humping against your butt cheeks, playing with your nipples, very soft touches to make sure you won’t wake up in the middle of it. If you do, Johnny will either pretend that it’s a happy mistake, he was asleep too so he didn’t notice! Or manipulate you into believing that it was just a dream. He didn’t do anything! He swears.

If you decide to either ignore him, believe his lie... Good luck, cause wanted or not, you are enabling this behavior. Johnny will get worse and worse, the more it goes on the more Johnny becomes more confident, secure that you won’t react badly to it

Especially the dream part, because if you dream about it you must want it, right? Why not simply do it? He wants you, you want him, what is stopping you two? Johnny promises he is going to be gentle and sweet, he won’t make it hurt! Why can’t you trust him?

Johnny will still feel slightly bad though, telling you that he needs it, he can’t control himself when you just look too cute, adorable, too fuckable for him to resist. He is apologizing endlessly whatever his mouth is free, his hand so gently caressing your body to relax you, promising that he will make you cum too.

And he is so soft, so gentle, so careful with his touches and thrust. Johnny doesn’t want to hurt you, he wants to make sure that you are feeling good too! He’ll make sure you cum a lot before him, complimenting you about how good you are, how good you are taking him.

Still though... Johnny has his moments where he is a lot more mean; he does have a lot of sexual tension that he needs to take out due to your constant refusal. So every now and then he gets rougher; calling you names and even so sarcastic degrading you whatever you cum, you didn’t want it before but now look at you, moaning so badly and cumming so hard. It wasn’t that hard now was it?

However those moments are pretty rare, it happens most of the time if you try to decline once again to have sex with him more than once. Johnny gets pissed easily at that, so you better not try too much and stay on his good side

✧˚ · . Diego Brando

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Hard Dom, Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Deepthroating, Bites&Hickeys,

Diego is... A bit weirder. He is slightly softer with you since his obsession, but he is still incredibly mean and rough. So it’s a bad idea to refuse having sex with him or even fight back, cause Diego doesn’t mind hurting you at all.

Doesn’t care to lube you up either, so I hope you like pain or are used to it, cause Diego loves seeing you crying, whimpering and begging him to go slower, saying that it’s too much and you feel like it’s breaking you apart. It’s probably one of his favorite thing to do. I do imagine him being a sadistic yandere after all

He loves turning you into a cock slave basically, until you are begging for him to fuck you Diego isn’t satisfied. He is already using you as his personal cumdump anyway, having you being more willingly it’s just a personal preference of him

Unlike Johnny, Diego doesn’t care that much about your pleasure. It’s about him, and him only. Keep saying no, refusing him, and it only gets much worse: he’ll use you to deepthroat him, put a ring on your cock so you won’t cum (or just to be annoying), forcing you to swallow his cum, or cumming all over you to denigrate you.

Orgasm denial. Always. Won’t ever let you cum unless he feels like it, fully ignoring your begs and pleas, you didn’t want to so why do you beg to finally cum? Why not simply being honest from the start, and say you were that you were cock hungry and desperate too. There is nothing wrong with that! Be honest and maaaybe he will give you the orgasm you so desperate crave for

I think that is pretty clear by now that he degrades you a lot. Out and insane the bedroom, Diego is rarely nice to you especially if you keep refusing him. Degrading, spanking you so badly that you can’t sit, full of hickeys and bites that sometimes bleed. Maybe he would use his dinosaur teeth good luck with that

He would give you (aka tossing towards you) some medicine and laugh at your pain, teasing you endlessly for what happened a few hours later, complimenting over you submissive and breeadable you were

While he demands and aspects to have sex, if you say no he might let you go a few times, especially if you are a sweeter, kind type. Diego might be nicer and softer, caring about your pleasure too and often giving you handjob until you cum a few times

Loves it to do in public, like you two are somewhere in public and Diego just start touching all over your cock with a smirk on his face. He murmurs into your ear to stay silent as you can as his hand gets in your underwear, depending over his mood and how much you beg him he might let you cum too, not caring if everyone can see the stains or not

Also likes to do it in a more... Domestic environment? Like you are cooking something and he bends you over to fuck you, or you two have to dinner but as he eats he forces you to deepthroat his cock. Stuff like this.

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[scftangl]

Me searching for fanfics after watching a series/film/videogame/reading a book and becoming obsessed with that character:

[burntchez]

Im still alive and uhhh I got news for future male reader content:

- Lighter (Zenless Zone Zero)

- J/Joe (Reverse: 1999)

- Heathcliff (Limbus Company)

These fics wont release in this order (probably) and their genres are still unknown but if it's smut then expect it to be bottom male reader bc i am NOT writing about nailing these fine pieces of meat.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog2]

You’ve always wanted to know if Mydei was telling the truth.

Every time a new wrinkle showed up—soft little lines blooming near your eyes, a tiny crease at the edge of your mouth—you’d find yourself looking in the mirror a little longer than usual. And then, almost on instinct, you’d turn to him, curling up in his lap or tugging gently at his sleeve like a child seeking reassurance.

“Mydei… do I still look beautiful? Even if I’m getting old?”

He’d always give the same response, said in that lazy, bratty voice of his like the question offended him. “Yes. Obviously.” Sometimes he’d add something dramatic like, ‘Don’t insult me by asking,’ or ‘If you weren’t beautiful, I wouldn’t even look at you, duh.’ And then he’d grab your face, kiss your nose, and go back to whatever nonsense he was doing, like that was the end of the conversation.

But it never really felt like enough. Maybe it was just you being silly. Maybe it was the creeping fear in your chest that time was something he’d never have to worry about—not really, not with his cursed markings glowing like ancient magic, not with that untouchable strength pulsing under his skin. He was timeless. You were… not.

So, you waited.

Waited until time had its way with you. Until your hair began to lose its color, softening to gray. Until the laugh lines deepened, and your joints started to ache just a little when it rained. You waited until one morning, you caught your reflection and barely recognized the version of yourself in the mirror. That’s when you decided. If there was ever a time to ask, it was now.

You walked over to him slowly, your steps deliberate, your heart racing. He was sitting in the garden, the sun painting warm gold onto his glowing red markings, his wild blond hair tousled by the wind. He looked like a storm dressed in sunlight.

“Mydei,” you said softly, kneeling beside him, “do I still look beautiful to you? Even now?”

He didn’t scoff this time. He didn’t roll his eyes. Instead, he looked at you—really looked at you.

And then he reached for you, big calloused hands cradling your face with a kind of gentleness that cracked something open inside you. His thumbs brushed the creases at the corners of your eyes like they were brushstrokes on a masterpiece.

“There you go again,” he murmured, voice low and tender, “asking dumb questions.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours, golden eyes burning with something far deeper than lust or admiration.

“You’ve always been beautiful. But now?” His voice was almost reverent. “Now you’re divine. Every line, every change… it’s proof I got to keep you all this time. Proof you lived. And I wouldn’t trade a single one.”

And just like that, you knew. He had always told the truth. You just needed time to believe it.

You blinked, his words sinking into you like a stone sinking into still water. The tenderness in his voice was enough to make your heart skip, but it didn’t erase the nagging doubt that lingered.

“You really mean that?” you whispered, voice barely more than a breath.

Mydei’s eyes softened, a flicker of concern flashing through his golden gaze. He tilted his head, his hand still holding your face, his thumb tracing the lines of your skin as if trying to memorize them. But even with the warmth of his touch, the unease in your chest refused to settle.

“You know I do,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Why do you keep asking? Why do you doubt it?”

You pulled back slightly, feeling that familiar sting in your chest. “Because you don’t age like me, Mydei. You don’t get to feel the way time wears you down. You’ll always be this perfect… this… untouched by it. I’m just… I’m just afraid one day you’ll look at me and not see me anymore.”

The words came out in a rush, a flood of insecurities and fears you’d buried deep. You bit your lip, ashamed, but the vulnerability spilled out anyway, the weight of it threatening to suffocate you.

Mydei was silent for a long moment. His gaze seemed to drift, as if trying to understand what you were really saying. His jaw tightened, and for the first time, you saw something unfamiliar in his eyes—something raw, something a little broken.

“You think I’ll leave you?” he asked, his voice tight, like he was struggling to understand why you would even think such a thing. His hand dropped from your face, fingers curling into a fist at his side. “You think I’m gonna find someone else when you’re the one I chose? When you’re the one who means everything to me? This… this age, this time—it doesn’t matter to me. Do you understand that?”

The sudden intensity in his voice took you aback, and you felt a knot tighten in your throat. “But one day, you will get tired of me. I’m not—I’m not like you, Mydei. You won’t be able to keep loving someone like me forever.”

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was something more fragile in his gaze than you’d ever seen before.

“I’m not afraid of time. I’m afraid of losing you,” he said, his voice strained with a kind of quiet anguish you hadn’t expected. “But I will never stop loving you, even when you’re old, and every wrinkle is a reminder of how long we’ve been together. I don’t care what happens to your body. I care about you. You’re the one I want. You’re the one who makes me… feel. Do you think I would throw that away just because time catches up to you?”

You swallowed hard, your heart aching at the rawness of his words. He was more than just the cursed warrior you saw—he was someone who feared losing you, just as much as you feared losing him.

“Mydei…” you whispered, the tears threatening to spill over. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. You didn’t want to appear weak, but the weight of his confession was more than you could bear.

He reached out, cupping your face again, his thumb brushing away a tear that had already fallen.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I didn’t realize how much this hurt you. I won’t let you go. Not now. Not ever. Even if it means I have to watch you age, watch you change. I’ll be here. With you. forever.”

His words wrapped around you like a comfort you hadn’t known you needed. But there was still that lingering fear in the back of your mind, that fear of losing him, of watching him slip away from you when you became too fragile for him to hold onto. You wanted to believe him, you did, but part of you still couldn’t shake the thought that one day, he might look at you and see only someone else.

“Promise me,” you whispered, your voice trembling, “promise me you’ll never leave me when I’m no longer the person I used to be.”

His golden eyes never wavered, even as his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer. “I promise you, honey. You’ll never lose me. I’m yours, always.”

But deep down, you both knew that promises, no matter how pure, couldn’t shield you from the inevitable. Time would take its toll, and one day, your fears might just come true. And yet, for now, you let yourself believe in his words—because the future could wait. For today, Mydei was yours. And that was enough.

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HSR Men x GN!Reader Texts— Part 5 with my comfort characters because I finished all of Amphoreus and couldn't stop crying the whole day. I will get to requests tomorrow.

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“Bathtime Help~” ⊹₊⟡⋆

Recovering!Suguru Geto x Partner!Reader

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Overview !!

““You knew your lovely boyfriend, Suguru, had changed ever since the star plasma mission. Of course, you don’t blame him for it, what happened was out of his control. Now a year later thanks to your efforts (and some help from Ieiri and Satoru) Suguru has been on an uphill road to recovery. Still there are some bad days, today happened to be one. So you decide to help him unwind by giving him a bath, and he doesn't stop you when your hands wander~”

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Warnings !!

Fluff, Smut(not too bad), open ending, Third Year!Suguru (Reader and him are 18~19), talks of depression, ED talk, reader doesn’t like mint chocolate chip ice cream(sorry!), handjob (char receives), reader gets off to Suguru, bath time activities, sub! Suguru, soft dom!Reader, illusions to shower sex, possible spelling mistakes !!

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For the past year and a half you’ve been selflessly helping your boyfriend through his struggles and depression. Always patient with him even when he ignored you or told you to go away. Thankfully he’s been on an uphill road for a while.

You knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park but you can't stop the smile spreading on your face when you catch him looking genuinely happy when he sees something silly, whether it’s you and Satoru arguing over mint chocolate chip ice cream tasting like toothpaste (Satoru swears it’s good you don't see the vision…) or maybe you and Shoko driving a motor scooter down the track field and you flying off on accident… ouch… He runs up to you looking worried but you can tell he’s ready to start giggling once you tell him you're ok.

Still every now and again you can tell he wakes up with less of a drive, how he doesn't eat unless you give him a meal, even then he turns it down so you practically have to feed him yourself. Just a few bites to keep him healthy at least. It hurts, it really does. How even after almost two years what happened with Riko and Toji still affects him, and hey he watched someone die in front of him for gods sake! He thought his best friend was dead! You knew no matter what you did it would stay with him but god damn is it a kick in the butt when he lets him bring him down after a good day.

Today you could tell would end up with a slow night and gentle conversations, he woke up and barely ate his breakfast ramen you hastily prepared before Yaga found you using the teachers lounge microwave (the student one barely works ok!?) and when you and him went out to do a mission you were both assigned he seemed sloppy, tired, and bored. Then when you bought him his favorite drink and snack from the nice old lady running the convenience store near campus he thanked you and just half hazardly shoved them in his bag. He usually says thanks, gives you a kiss and drinks it right away! ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

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Although, Suguru is a lucky man to have you as his significant other. Walking into the dorms after a long day you could tell he was ready to run and lock himself in his room all night to sulk. Not on your watch he's not.

“Hey sugu, why dont you go take a bath? Some TLC wouldn't hurt after today…” You recommended, you didn't want to outright say it but his hair was a mess… and both if you were sweaty. It’s summer time in Japan and the blazing sun is to blame.

“Hm? I'm rather tired, love, I'm just gonna go to bed.” Suguru replied flatly, he turned his head to you and kissed your forehead to try and flatten your worries.

“No no, you'll sleep better after a bath. Come on, I’ll help you wash your hair” Gently you grab his wrist and lead him to the private bathrooms, you felt him try to leave your grasp but eventually he stopped trying once you two made it.

Even after essentially three years of being a couple you both have only bathed together twice. It felt a little awkward once you both closed and locked the door, but you had to shake off your nerves and take care of your darling.

To start off you ran the bath, lukewarm water. And looked around for Suguru’s soaps and shampoos. He had expensive tastes, well more like million dollar hair and Satoru with his clans money in a card screaming to be used.

“Undress, I'll look away, you can't take a bath in your sweaty uniform.” You hear him scoff, and you giggle as you turn around “No need to give me attitude”

“Its not attitude love, its just you worry like a mother hen.” He teases, you can feel him crack a smile even with your back turned. Thankfully he still listens, you hear him slide his coat off.

“God forbid I want my boyfriend to go to bed relaxed and clean.” You snap back, banter like this fills your heart with joy, he's coming back out of his shell, maybe you can shove some dinner down his throat so he doesn't go to bed with the taste of curses in there

“You care too much…”

You roll your eyes, you hear him drop his pants and move out of the way as he dips into the water. He sighs, and you finally turn to see him.

He’s relaxed, broad shoulders slumped down as he leans his head against the walk of the bathtub. The water sloshes around him with every move he makes, it flows around his chest, water runs his sun tanned skin as he takes a deep breath.

Before you truly lose yourself in admiring the man in front of you he snaps your attention back to the task at hand

“Earth to Y/N, you'd be a bad hairdresser if your this slow darling” He jokes with a shit eating smile on his face, god you love this man

“My goodness give me a break” You move to grab a stepstool from the corner to sit on, placing it by the tub and putting all his products on the floor next to you.

To only make it fair you start shedding your clothes, one to not get them wet and two so you have one less thing to worry about when it’s your turn. You can feel his eyes on you when you slip off your shirt, and how his gaze stays locked on you when you let your bottoms fall to the floor. Of course you stay in your underwear, bare skin on a wooden stepstool doesn't sound all that great.

Carefully you lead his head to lean towards you, untying his bun and letting the soft smooth raven locks fall in the water. He exhales and lets his head rest on your chest, you grab a small cup and fill it with water, letting it fall on his scalp and down his back and chest.

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The next events pass by in a blur to Suguru, he hears you pop open the bottle of shampoo, the sweet scent of the blackberry soap filling his nostrils as he feels your fingers run through his scalp and hair.

He can't control it when his hips move up, when his back slowly arches upward. The water hides it but he can feel how your fingers rub against the crook of his neck. Is it on purpose?

When you grab more water in that little cup is it on purpose when your other hand slides down his chest so slowly dipping below the water, so close to his most sensitive area just to shoot back up to brush his hair.

Eventually you finish with his hair, you can only go so slow. Suguru lets out a shaky breath, what are you doing to him?

Then he feels your hands slide down the sides of his neck, slowly sliding down his shoulders, down his chest and landing on his thighs. He lets out a quiet sound, you rest your head on his shoulder and turn to face him.

“Sugu, your hair is all done. Where’s your body wash? It wasn't with the shampoo”

He can barely think, the way your hands rub against his thighs is driving him crazy, making his dick stand up like he's some virgin.

“Its- its with Satoru’s stuff. I'm pretty sure he ran out and took mine.”

“Classic Satoru, I remember when he took mine, I think he's taken Ieiri’s befor-“

You kept talking but he didn't process it, all he could think of was your hands wrapped around his rock hard dick. Then who knows? Your mouth? His hips shoot up at the thought of it, and it’s clear you noticed.

He heard a quiet gasp, followed by a huff, your hands trailed up his chest resting on his hips and tracing his abs.

“Suguru, you would tell me if I was getting too handsy right?” You whisper in his ear, he could hear the smirk as you slowly run your thumb around his nipple. A whimper leaves his throat as a chill goes up his spine.

“Yes, I would.” He replies, a small tremor in his voice. You were such a tease he couldn't tell if you wanted him to come or keep torturing him all night.

“Then tell me, do you want me to keep going?” He felt goosebumps cover his arm as one of your hands grabbed his bicep. He nodded his head, the vow of consent making him shiver in excitement

“Please” He added, grabbing one of your hands to rake it down his body, under the water, to his cock.

He felt you place a kiss under his ear, peppering more along his neck and shoulders. Then finally you grabbed his dick, slowly running your hand up his length.

“Love, I- ngh-“ He tried to tell you to go faster, but as if you read his mind your hand sped up. Soft moans left his lips, his head fell back on your shoulder.

Your thumb rubbed against the head of his cock, pushing down on the slit squeezing pre out and mixing it with the water. His hips started pistoning up, more friction to jerk him off with. Shaky off beat breaths mixed with moans and whimpers grew louder as he grew closer to his climax.

You tightened your grip, speeding up, the bathwater sloshed around and splashed out the tub. Like it matters to either of you at this point. Suguru soon felt a bubbling feeling fill his tummy, his thighs squeezed together and his hips shot upwards his mouth opened as he moaned out a curse of pleasure.

“Fuuuck-! hah… ah”

Afterwards you felt a shiver go up your spine as your own climax hit you, seeing him like this caused you to come in your underwear you let your head fall on his shoulder, panting, you kissed along his neck letting go of his dick and rubbing your hand out on his thigh.

He bit down on his bottom lip, turning his body around to face you, he hoisted himself up on his knees in the tub. A wet hand held your face and brought you in for a kiss, wet and messy like he wanted to eat you whole.

While that distracted the both of you Suguru moved to drain the tub trying to drag you in with him. Both of you pulled away from each other, standing up he made room for you in the tub. You hopped in and turned the shower on, he pulled your undergarments off eagerly, he dropped to his knees as the cool water hits your bare back.

Now it’s your turn, you bathed him, he owes you one now doesn't he?

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