Madysen

20, she/her, Capricorn

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[madysenvv]

I love it when Julius is geeking out with the sparkles in his eyes about someone’s magic.

[ssukidoll]

♥︎ rugby player sukuna is so in love with his dolly girlfriend

ryomen sukuna, the biggest and scariest man on the university's rugby team, is dating one of the sweetest looking thing on campus — you. it's truly a wonder how someone like him even bagged someone like you... but the more people see you two, the more they begin to realise just how smitten this brute is with you.

everyday before his practice sessions, his teammates see him standing with you, burly arms wrapped around your frame as he leaves little pecks all across your face. and you're always seen holding a little flower in your hands, one that sukuna had handpicked from some bush for you just so that he can see that pretty smile of yours — it's become routine at this point.

his backpack has a few keychains that you'd bought for him — mostly my melody ones unsurprisingly, since she's your favourite character. he knows that there are some people who side-eye him for that, curious as to why a guy like him walks around with such cute trickets dangling from his bag. but he couldn't care less. you were so adorably happy when you'd bought them for him and when you'd attached them to his bag, he could never have the heart to ever remove the little accessories.

he adores how pink and cutesy you always look — adorning cute skirts and dresses, nails always done with pretty charms glued to them, and smelling like a whole bakery. he stares at you with the most lovelorn eyes known to mankind. it's impossible for him to keep his hands off of you, always finding purchase either on your waist or your buttcheeks. he does also adore teasing you in public, loving how easily flustered you get and how you yell at him like a misbehaved dog. but the smack on your ass is all worth it to him!

he's honestly just turned into a mini you. his clothes all smell like you, sugary and vanilla (though some of them still bear a hint of his own musk). he'll catch himself copying some of the cute phrases you use like 'what the flip?' or 'that's adorbs', saying it with the exact same intonation too. he's even started enjoying the romance animes you've introduced him to, even beginning to suggest shows himself.

sukuna has definitely changed ever since meeting you — going from this hard and brutish man that'd scowl at anyone who looked his way to a man who had softened so much, his teammates and friends finally catch him smile every now and then. of course, he's still rough around the edges, but he's still your dear swine of a boyfriend whom you love to bits!

[kiyuhai]

Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he first saw you in the crowd of Oikawa’s fangirls, knew he wouldn’t have a chance– not when you were into Oikawa. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who stared in shock when you separated from the gaggle of fangirls and headed over to him, shyly handing him an envelope, and a cold bottle of water. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who stumbled and stammered over his words, but nevertheless was able to mutter out a thank you. He replayed the smile you gave him that day over and over again. It became a problem when he got distracted during practice and got hit by the ball.

Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he saw you again, was determined to not ruin this chance and struck up conversation, leading to him walking you to class, which eventually became routine. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who didn’t bother correcting Matsukawa and Hanamaki when they teased him about his crush on you, and only muttered a small “soon”, when they asked him if you were his girlfriend. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who confessed to you right before a match, and got your response at the end of it, with a kiss on the cheek and a cold bottle of water next to him. He had frozen in place, and ignored all the teasing the team and his friends were giving, only focused on the shy smile on your face and the blush that spread on your face, unaware of the same blush and smile on his face. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who waits for you at the end of the aisle years later with a watery smile, and eyes full of love. 

[whasabi]

papa!kuna who will tolerate a lot from his kid but disrespecting you isn’t one of them.

dinner should have been quiet, but the tension sitting around the table made the air feel heavy.

your phone had rung an hour ago, the number from the school flashing across the screen like a warning you already knew the meaning of. another fight. another call from the office explaining that your son had gotten into a physical altercation again. by the time sukuna got home, the frustration had already settled deep in your chest.

now the three of you sat around the table, plates half-eaten, the quiet stretching longer with every second.

your son sat across from you, slouched low in his chair with one elbow on the table, lazily pushing his food around his plate with his fork like the entire situation bored him. his shoulders were tense, jaw tight in that stubborn way he had whenever he knew he was in trouble.

you sighed softly, setting your chopsticks down.

“do you want to explain what happened?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. “the school said you were fighting again.”

he didn’t answer.

the only sound was the scrape of metal against ceramic as he dragged his fork through his rice.

you tried again, a little firmer this time. “this is the third time this semester. you can’t just keep getting into fights every time someone says something you don’t like.”

still nothing.

across the table, sukuna sat quietly with his drink in one hand, leaning slightly back in his chair. he hadn’t said a single word since dinner started. his posture looked relaxed at first glance, but his eyes were fixed on your son the entire time, sharp and observant.

watching.

you leaned forward slightly. “what happened this time?” you asked. “did someone start it, or did you?”

your son scoffed under his breath. the sound was small, but it scraped against your nerves.

“don’t do that,” you said immediately. “i’m asking you a question.”

he rolled his eyes and leaned back further in his chair. “it wasn’t a big deal,” he muttered.

your brows furrowed. “if the school had to call me, it was a big deal.”

another quiet scoff.

“seriously,” you said, the frustration creeping into your voice now. “you need to stop reacting to everything with your fists.”

your son suddenly dropped his fork onto the plate with a loud clatter.

“why do you care so much?” he snapped.

the sharpness of his voice made you pause.

“because you’re getting into fights,” you said slowly. “because i’m your parent and it is my business.”

he laughed under his breath, shaking his head.

“yeah. sure.”

you stared at him, disbelief creeping into your expression.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

your son finally looked up, irritation written all over his face now. “it means you should mind your fucking business sometimes,” he snapped. the words landed hard across the table. for a moment the room went completely still. “watch your language,” you said, stunned.

but he wasn’t done.

“or what?” he shot back, voice rising. “you’re just gonna keep nagging me about it?”

your voice hardened. “don’t talk to me like that.”

your son pushed his chair back slightly with a harsh scrape. “then stop acting like everything i do is the end of the world,” he snapped. “maybe you should just shut the fuck up for once.”

the sentence barely finished leaving his mouth before the atmosphere in the room changed. sukuna’s glass touched the table with a quiet, controlled clink. it was the first sound he had made all dinner.

your son didn’t notice immediately, still breathing hard from the argument.

but then sukuna spoke.

“get up.”

the voice was calm.

low.

your son froze. slowly, his eyes shifted toward his father. sukuna was still sitting in his chair, elbows resting on the table now, fingers loosely clasped together as he looked at him.

“you heard me,” he said evenly. “stand up.”

there was no room for argument in the tone. your son hesitated for half a second before slowly pushing himself out of the chair. sukuna leaned back slightly, looking him up and down.

“now,” he said, gesturing lazily toward himself, “say that shit to me.”

confusion flickered across your son’s face.

“…what?”

sukuna’s gaze sharpened.

“you were loud enough when you said it to your mother,” he said calmly. “so go on.”

he tapped a finger lightly against the table.

“say it again. same way you did before.” your son didn’t move.

sukuna tilted his head slightly.

“…what’s wrong?” he asked quietly. “voice disappear all of a sudden?”

the silence stretched.

“that’s what i thought,” sukuna muttered.

he leaned forward slightly now, resting his forearms on the table, eyes locked onto his son’s.

“listen carefully,” he said, his voice still calm but carrying a weight that made the entire room feel smaller. “you wanna run your mouth like that, you do it to someone who can answer back.” his gaze darkened slightly.

“not your mother.”

your son swallowed. sukuna continued, tone steady but cutting. “yelling at her like that doesn’t make you tough,” he said. “doesn’t make you a man.” he scoffed quietly.

“makes you weak.”

the word landed heavy. your son’s shoulders stiffened. sukuna stood up slowly then, his chair sliding back against the floor. even standing across the table, the difference in presence was overwhelming.

he stepped closer, towering slightly.

“you ever raise your voice at her like that again,” he said calmly, “i’ll knock you out before you finish the sentence.”

the threat wasn’t loud. it didn’t need to be. your son stared straight ahead, jaw tight. sukuna studied him for another second before speaking again, his voice lowering slightly. “you’re better than whatever shit you just pulled right there.”

the words were firm.

final.

his gaze flicked briefly toward you before returning to his son. “so start acting like it.”

the kitchen fell silent again. and this time, your son didn’t say another word.

more papa!kuna here

© 2026 whasabi all rights reserved.

[satoskii]

your nerdy fuckbuddy gojo has a tongue piercing?!?

“gojo—“ you said. “pause. stop.” you added, pulling his head up, away from your pussy. normally, you’d never stop him. ever. he pushed his slightly fogged up glasses up the bridge of his nose, and then spoke, his tone quiet and worried. “wh—what’s wrong? did— does it not feel good? a—am i going too fa—“ you shook your head quickly, and then sat up on your forearms.

“no, no, of course not— it’s .. i dunno. something feels.. weird. sort of.. cold.” you spoke, feeling sort of uncertain and deluded. you had never felt this feeling when he ate you out. you grabbed his chin lightly, and then thumbed at his lips. “do you have ice in your mouth or something?” you asked.

“uh—no..? but.. i.. can if you’d like that?” he said, looking up at you with a worried expression on his face. as he spoke, though, you noticed something shining in his mouth. “open your mouth.” you ordered. and he did so. quicker than you’d expected. he stuck his tongue out, and you gasped. “when did you get that?” you said, staring at the metal ball on his tongue.

“um.. a few days ago. i lost a bet with my brother.” he said, scratching his head and looking away, almost like he was embarrassed. “your brother.. the one in the fraternity?” you asked. “that’s the one.” he confirmed. wasn’t too far off from him. you’ve met him before— saturo. the sleazy, disgustingly sexy yet dangerous frat boy. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him.

“hm.” you said quietly. “do you like it?” he whispered, going back down so his nose was level with your cunt. “does it make you feel good?” he said, his breath fanning over the sensitive flesh. he gave you a long, slow lick, from your hole to your clit, not breaking eye contact. “when i got it done,” he said quietly, giving your clit a sweet kiss, and snaking his arms around your thighs to hold you down, so you wouldn’t twitch so much. “i couldn’t stop thinking of you. i was so excited to use it on you..” he murmured against you.

he reached up his hand, dragging his middle finger and ring fingers from your clit, down to circle around your hole, and then finally, inserting them in. he leaned up to you, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek, then another against your ear as he fingered you. “satoru—“ you moaned, watching as his fingers disappeared in and out of you. you bit your lip, and then he leaned down to capture your lips, wasting no time to use his tongue.

his tongue circled yours, and you moaned at the taste of yourself, and the feeling of his metal on your tongue. “i lost the bet on purpose.” he whispered against your lips. “i overheard you talking about guys with tongue piercings, and..” he said softly, giving your lips a chaste peck, his thumb moving up to work your clit as he fingered you. “i got jealous. jealous that you potentially didn’t have me in mind.” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “i wanted nothing more than for you to experience this. nothing more than for you to use me for as long as you want to.” he said, his tone almost whiny as he pleaded.

“please,” he whimpered. “use me. i’m yours.”

© satoskii 2026 ─────────

a/n : HI GUYS SO MUCH SUPPORT ON MY LAST NERDJO DRABBLE IM GEEKED. thank u guys sm im cheesing real hard. thought id feed you guys a bit more!

[madysenvv]

I love it when Julius is geeking out with the sparkles in his eyes about someone’s magic.

[madysenvv]

I love it when Julius is geeking out with the sparkles in his eyes about someone’s magic.

[fushiguava]

۶ৎ nerdjo is a visual learner in bed

his glasses are fogging up.

not from exertion—he’s not even doing anything yet, just sitting back on his heels between your legs like the world’s sweetest pervert, hands hovering and twitchy, eyes locked on your cunt like it’s a puzzle he’s desperate to solve.

"i… i just wanna make sure i get it right,” he says, like you didn’t already moan the last syllable of his name so hard your throat stung. “can you… show me again?”

your fingers are already wet. from you, not him. from earlier, when you were so wound up from the way he asked—all fidgety and pink-eared.

 painfully sincere, muttering something about how he’s a "visual learner" and how he studied diagrams but couldn’t make sense of it unless he saw it firsthand—that you climbed onto the bed, spread your thighs, and told him to pay attention.

and fuck, he did.

silent, blinking, biting the inside of his cheek while you pressed your fingers in and circled just right and gasped just so, hips twitching with every slick curl, narrating the pressure and speed and rhythm like you were doing a fucking ted talk for desperate virgins.

he looked like he was gonna pass out. and now? now he’s got one hand braced on your thigh and the other poised like he’s holding a goddamn pencil, squinting down at your pussy like he’s about to annotate it.

"okay—okay, so like… right here?" he asks, fingertip trembling just shy of your entrance.

you nod, breath caught. “but curl it a little.”

he does. too soft. too tentative.

“harder,” you whisper, and his brows furrow like it offends him to be corrected.

so he tries again. curls deeper this time. presses harder. his fingertip drags against something that makes you jolt, and your whole body shudders with it, thighs twitching around his shoulders.

"there,” you breathe, “right fucking there—"

and he freezes, fingers twitching in that exact perfect spot like he’s trying to commit it to memory with his skin. like he could die happy now that he’s made you say that. he’s flushed all the way to his hairline, mouth parted, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose from how fast he nodded. “o-okay,” he stammers, “o-okay, that’s it, that’s—i’m doing it—”

he is. oh god, he is.

his fingers are stuttering inside you in that frantic little pattern like he’s solving for x between your legs, like he’s scared to stop now that he’s cracked the code, like he’s going to burn it into the bones of his wrist and carve it into every neuron in his fucking brain so he never forgets the way you sound, the way you pulse around him when he does it right.

your legs start shaking. your breath stutters. your hand fists the sheets and your hips lift clean off the mattress and that’s when he really panics, eyes wide and locked on your face like he’s watching a solar flare go off—

“oh my god,” he whispers, “are you... are you—”

“yes, fuck—don’t stop—!”

and he doesn’t. he doesn’t even blink. just keeps curling, keeps rubbing, keeps watching like he’s getting off on the physics of it alone—until your whole body seizes and you cum so hard around his fingers you go blind for a second.

and he whimpers.

you don’t even realize he’s got one hand down his own pants until you hear it. the breathy, cracked gasp. the muted squelch of his palm working under his waistband. the wet snap of elastic jerking back against his hips. and then—

“fuck—fuck—i think i—i think i’m—”

he cums in his boxers.

he actually cums in his boxers, sitting back on his heels like a good boy, with his fingers still buried in your cunt and his thighs trembling and his cock twitching in his pants like it didn’t get the memo that this was supposed to be an educational experience.

you both just… stare at each other. you, panting, legs wide, still leaking. him, glasses fogged, hand dripping, chest heaving like he just ran a marathon and won.

“…oh my god,” he says again, dazed.

you blink. “did you just—?”

“no,” he lies immediately. “yes. fuck. i didn’t mean to—it was just—your face—when you—i—”

you groan and drag a pillow over your head.

he gently pets your knee with the same hand that made you see stars. “we can review again later,” he says very seriously, like he’s already blocking out his study schedule. “for, um. retention.”

you peek at him from under the pillow. “you gonna cum in your jeans again?”

he smiles, crooked and stupid and proud. “not if you let me take them off next time.”

[oceanaesthete]

Aomine Daiki boyfriend headcanons

He loves giving his jacket or hoodies to you. It doesn't matter if you're cold or not. The second you two go outside at night, he is already pulling his hoodie over your head. It's not just about keeping you warm, he loves seeing you in his stuff. The way that every time you wear his clothes it just swallows you as whole.

Same thing goes for his jersey. Aomine hates how much he gets effected when he sees you in his jersey. The way that his name is written on your back? His mind goes blank.

He doesn't want to be a bad influence but definitely asks you to skip classes with him from time to time, he gets bored without you.

When you are watching his games, Aomine plays a little harder. Not in a "trying harder to win" way, he already knows he is winning. It's in a "my girl is watching and I better make it look good." Way.

And just because you get worried when he gets into fights, he tried not to get angry during the game as much as he can.

He might seem impatient from outside, but Aomine loves listening to you yap about your interests. Maybe he doesn't make much eye contact or responds, but he is definitely listening.

When you are by his side, his hand immediately goes to your hip. It's like a natural spot.

He picks you up so you can shoot, It doesn't matter how stupid it looks, He loves it when you smile after getting the ball through the hoop.

Aomine loves it when you are sitting on his thigh and he gets to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. He looks like a clingy big puppy.

DEFINETLY does pull ups on the hoop.

[kuroko-no-cuties]

he’d love to show off for you I luv him ☺️

[starspenxcie]

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fluff - baby!gumi going to wake up dad!toji

"go wake up daddy, baby."

megumi blinks up at you. big sleepy eyes. bedhead like a baby sea urchin. one sock on. holding his favourite stuffed frog in one chubby hand.

he stares at the bedroom door. then back at you.

"go on." you whisper. "jump on him. he deserves it."

megumi wobbles off - toddling unsteadily across the room on tiny legs, utterly determined. you peek around the corner, trying your best to hold in a laugh.

toji is dead asleep.

on his back. muscled arm flopped over his face. hair a mess. the blanket has migrated halfway to the floor, revealing a very shirtless torso and the faintest trail of scars down his abdomen.

megumi climbs onto the bed with the grace of a potato. crawls right up onto toji’s stomach. squats there like a little gremlin.

and then- 

"dada," he announces. pats his chest with a thump-thump-thump. "wake up."

toji groans.

megumi pats harder. "dadaaaa. wakey. wakey wakey wakey wakey- "

"‘s fuckin’ saturday," toji mumbles, voice gravel. "what did i do to deserve this."

"you forgot to do the dishes last night," you call sweetly from the hallway.

"snitch," he groans.

megumi takes this as encouragement. flops down fully on toji’s chest and sticks his froggie plush directly into his face.

"wibbit," he says very seriously, with his raspy lisp. "froggie say wake."

toji cracks one eye open. stares blankly at the ceiling. lets out the heaviest sigh in recorded history.

and then he sits up - gumi still attached to his torso - and mutters, “this family is insane.”

you climb into bed beside them both, hands finding its way into gumi’s wild hair. the other resting over toji’s warm chest. 

they smell like sleep and laundry detergent and something that feels like home.

"this bed is overcrowded," toji mutters.

"deal with it," you mumble, half-asleep already.

megumi sneezes. toji groans. you laugh into his skin.

A/N: just a short one i wrote on my plane ride back from holidays AGES ago. lol

[sorecupid]

fratboy!sukuna who's dick is too thick for you ;(

you knew fratboy!sukuna had a big dick, but fuck- you never imagined he'd be as thick as a coke can. he has you face down and ass up, while he holds your hands behind your back. you feel like you're getting split open all while he's telling you to fuckin' take it.

you feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs with every thrust, panting into the sheets underneath you while you try to put some space between your bodies. a hand strikes down on your ass cheek and you can't help but whine.

"you're gonna take what i fuckin' give you, brat."

it's too much pleasure, your vision is going hazy. he's too thick, you can feel every ridge and every vein pulse against your gummy walls with every movement he makes. he's stretching you out so hard that it burns so deliciously. it feels like he's going to mess up your insides, that you won't be satisfied any longer by normal dicks anymore. no- you're hooked on him.

you whine helplessly, "too hard, 'kuna. it's too big."

your words do nothing but feed his ego and you yelp out loud. it feels like he's growing bigger and thicker inside of you.

"yeah?" he says, his tone cocky. he's exuding confidence but your words push him to work harder. his pace quickens, and the plap plap plaps echo in the room. he wants to see you absolutely ruined underneath him. he wants you crying and begging for more.

"it'll be easier next time," he pants. "gonna fuck you so hard, this pussys gonna remember my shape."

he stays true to his words, fucking you over and over over the course of hours. he's trying to stretch your walls into the shape of him. you can't remember how many times you've orgasmed, but you know each time was around his painstakingly thick cock.

he's been manhandling you in all sorts of positions, to the point that you can't even tell which directions left and right anymore. but the last round is something more... gentle. he pushes in softly, tender kisses places on your shoulder and chest. it's like he's trying to soothe the turmoil he just put your body- and pussy through. it's like a reward, he's trying to praise you for doing so well for him, for being able to take all of him.

and so, when he finally pulls out, you feel relief at last. the taut stretch has stopped and your muscles begin to relax. but it's short lived as he carries you to the bathroom.

"don't go dozing on me yet, got a couple rounds to go in the shower now." he smirks.

[brinawing-deactivated20260404]

💭shower thoughts (with dick grayson)

suggestive, that’s all really ;)

The steam from the shower wafted around you, creating a fog that you couldn’t see through. With closed eyes and head tipped back, you let the hot water cascade down your tired body, making you let out a soothing sigh.

“Hi,” you heard Dick say, peeking his head through the shower curtain and looking at your blurred figure.

“Hi?” You replied, opening one eye to look at the shit eating grin on his face.

“Can I join you?” He asked with a smile he reserved for when he was trying to seduce you.

“Sure,” you replied and backed away a bit, making room for him.

He pulled the shower curtain back, revealing his already naked body like he wouldn’t have cared if you said no or maybe he just knew you too well and had known you wouldn’t turn him down.

His sweet grin turned into a full blown yelp the second he stepped under the shower. He jumped back and almost hit his head on the wall, making you let out a laugh.

“What the fuck!” He bellowed.

“What?”

“You practicing for going to hell or something?” He questioned. “The water is fucking boiling.”

“Don’t be dramatic its fine,” you rolled your eyes.

“Turn it down,” he said, firmly.

“No, you can leave,” you offered.

“I’m already wet I don’t want to leave please turn it down just a bit angel, you’re literally red right now,” he coaxed.

“Fine,” you huffed and turned the shower knob to the right to make the water a bit cooler.

“Thank you,” Dick said and stepped under the spray of the water –still wincing, and put his hands on your waist.

“Good?” You checked.

“Manageable,” he grumbled, grabbing your shampoo from the shelf. “This isn’t healthy.”

“Your face isn’t healthy,” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Is that why you keep sitting on it?” he smirked, earning a smack to his chest in response.

He squeezed some of the shampoo on your palm and leaned his head down, gesturing for you to rub it in his hair.

“Your hair is getting long,” you murmured, rubbing your fingers through his scalp.

“Do you want me to cut it?” he said softly, too busy moaning at the way your hands moved through his hair.

“No I like it like this,” you replied, gripping the inky black hair in your palms.

“Freak,” he chuckled standing to his full height.

“I didn’t even say anything!” You protested, closing your eyes shut when Dick began rubbing the shampoo in your hair.

You felt him kiss your forehead, each of your closed eyelids, your nose then finally your lips before he rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a soft hum.

You grabbed your lavender scented body wash –that he loved an unhealthy amount, and began rubbing it on his back while he hummed in response and planted kisses on your shoulder and collarbone and wherever his lips could reach.

“I love when you don’t have work,” he mumbled. “Quit your job.”

“So you can be stuck to me like a koala all the time?”

“Mhmm,” he let out, planting one last kiss on your jaw before straightening.

“Tempting,” you smiled.

“I can offer you many services,” he almost whispered, planting kiss after kiss on the side of your throat, your collarbones and your jaw.

“Is this why you crashed my shower,” you murmured, gripping his hair.

“Maybe,” he quipped, tracing his fingers down your spine.

“Dick,” you whispered, your hand finding the tap behind him in an attempt to turn the water a bit warmer without him noticing.

“Tell me what you want,” he said in a husky voice laced with need, continuing his attack on your neck.

“FUCK!” he screamed and jumped back again, glaring at you.

“Get back here!” You protested when you saw him get out of the shower and grab his towel to wrap around his waist.

“You’re a demon!” He yelled.

“Dick come on! I’m sorry,” you giggled turning the shower off and wrapped a towel around your torso, following him towards the sink.

“Just for that, you’re not getting anything for a week,” he huffed.

“Like you can go that long without touching me,” you challenged.

“Don’t test me,” he rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“To get dressed?” He replied.

“Do you not moisturise after you shower?” You questioned with surprise lacing your voice.

“Uh no?”

“You heathen! Come back here,” you ordered and like the obedient boyfriend he was, he made his way back to you.

“Is this necessary,” he asked when he saw you pump some pink body lotion on your palm.

“Yes! Hot water dries your skin,” you replied, rubbing it over his hard chest and abs.

“You just wanna feel me up,” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t need an excuse for that,” you replied, rubbing the lotion on his biceps. “You’re so large, I use all that for both of my legs.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No but-”

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled again and took the body lotion from you, grabbing the edge of the towel to unwrap it from your body.

“My turn.”

yeah i’m going deranged i need this man

[ichigf]

୨୧﹕fem!reader, eating u out

megumi's room is dimly lit, the faint glow from his window casting shadows over the rumpled sheets. you're sprawled on his bed, legs spread wide, heart pounding as he kneels between your thighs. his dark hair falls into his eyes, but he doesn't brush it away—his focus is entirely on you, intense and unwavering. those sharp, brooding eyes lock onto your pussy, already slick and aching for his touch.

he leans in slowly, his breath hot against your inner thighs, making you shiver. "relax," he murmurs, voice low and steady, one hand gripping your hip to hold you steady. his other hand parts your folds gently but firmly, exposing your clit to the cool air. you gasp, hips twitching, but he presses down harder, pinning you in place.

without another word, megumi's tongue flicks out, tracing a slow line from your entrance up to your clit. the flat of his tongue laps at you deliberately, savoring the taste as he groans softly against your skin. "you taste so good," he says, the words vibrating through you. he dives in deeper, lips sealing around your clit to suck gently, then harder, pulling it between his teeth just enough to make you arch off the bed.

your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, urging him closer. he obliges, tongue thrusting into your pussy now, fucking you with it in short, insistent strokes. wet sounds fill the room—slurps and smacks as he eats you out like he's starved, alternating between broad licks that cover every inch and pointed flicks that target your most sensitive spots. his nose bumps your clit with each plunge, adding friction that has you moaning his name.

megumi's free hand slides up your thigh, two fingers pushing inside you alongside his tongue. he curls them immediately, stroking that rough patch deep within, while his mouth works your clit relentlessly. you feel the pressure building, your walls clenching around his fingers as he pumps them faster, his tongue swirling in circles. "come on," he urges, pulling back just enough to speak, his chin glistening with your arousal. "let me feel you cum on my face."

he doesn't wait for a response—his mouth latches back on, sucking hard while his fingers twist and thrust. the overstimulation hits like a wave, your body trembling as orgasm crashes over you. you cry out, thighs clamping around his head, but he doesn't stop, licking you through it, drawing out every spasm until you're a quivering mess.

only then does he ease back, lips swollen and shiny, a rare smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watches you pant. "not done yet," he says, voice husky, already leaning in for more.

[pinkbabyface]

[vickysolru]

★ raise your arms ★

you do the trend "seeing if he melt into a kiss"

you was curled up in bed, blanket pulled up to your chin, phone glowing softly in the dark.

girlfriend test: ask your boyfriend to raise his arms. hug his neck. kiss him. see if he melts.

ohhh intersing .

you replayed it.

then again. and again .

you smirks as you definitely test that theory with your boyfriend tomorrow.

★

the next afternoon, bakugo was in his dorm, scrolling on his phone with a stupid scowl like it personally offended him. and you walking into his room with a smirks

“katsukiii” you said.

he didnt even need to glanced up. “what"

“can you raise your arms?”

"no”

“I need to do something"

that immediately set off his suspicion as he look at you while you smirking like that make he feels like you gonna pranks him again .

“another some stupid ass pranks ?”

"of courseee no!!!! come on, just for once, i promiseeee” you tilted your head with a innocent smile .

bakugo stared at you for a moment, eyes narrowed, then scoffed. “you’re fucking weirdo”

and yeah he still lifted both arms, stretching them above his head lazily, and you slid your arms around his neck, fingers lightly hooking behind his collar, warmth pressing into him.

you kissed him.

for a second, his shoulders dropped. his raised arms slowly came down, wrapped around you, and pulled you closer. thumb brushing your jaw, forehead pressing to you . he lifted you up, put his arms around your hips as your legs wrapped around his waist and kissed you passionately.

“you melted,” you whispers

"into the kiss.”

his ears turned red immediately. “you are the one who kissed me first, you idiot!!”

"and you still kiss me backkk" you says like sing a song with a giggles then you looked back at him and pulled him into another kiss .

"moahhh!! moahhh!!"

[notmedicli]

⋆˙⟡ NO(NSTOP) NUT NOVEMBER! ♡ ࿐

about ♱ no nut november is finally over — let’s see how long the lads men lasted!

starring ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ]

content warning ♱ YEARNING., creampies, unprotected sex, some fingering, desperate whiny boys, marking, reader is a tease and mean in sy’s, reader calls sylus a bitch lol, squirting — MINORS DNI 18+

kit says ♱ expanded version of this request! i forgot i said i’d write this so it’s rly rly rushed and a bit shorter than usual :( i hope it’s still enjoyable though!!! and i hope all of u won the nnn challenge (i lost day 3 :p) HAPPY NUTTING! feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ

#CALEB: NOVEMBER 1ST @ 7:13 PM

caleb wants to participate in no nut november. well… he did. when you’d brought it up, he wildly overestimated his self-control and agreed like it’d be some cute, harmless little challenge for the two of you.

that confidence evaporates the moment he comes home from work.

because you’re in the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of the hoodies he’s been searching for all week. and as if that isn’t already straight out of his fantasies, you’re bent over the counter, licking your fingers clean—slow, deliberate—like you’re trying to ruin him on purpose.

when you notice him, you flash him a toothy grin, “oh hi, welcome home, baby,” you greet cheerily, unable to read the room. 

his cock aches underneath his uniform and he just can’t take it. fuck the damn challenge. it’s the last thing on his mind, you being the first thing. your pussy struggling to take his cock, specifically. 

he groans, the sound raw in his chest, and stalks toward you like he’s already lost the battle with himself. his hands hook around your hips, pulling you off the counter and straight into a deep, desperate kiss.

“need you,” he mumbles against your lips, the words barely out before his tongue pushes into your mouth, hot and hungry. the force of it makes you lightheaded, your whole body going loose in his grip as he kisses you like he’s been deprived for weeks—it’s been one day. 

you part from him, much to his dismay, and look up at him through lidded eyes. “w-what about—”

“fuck it. you know i can barely go a day without fuckin’ you, baby.” he mutters, spinning you around and bending you back into your original position over the counter. “this okay, pips? or are you bent on winning the challenge this year?”

and, thank fucking god, you whimper with a shake of your head, “mmph, no… i want you, caleb.”

it’s all the confirmation he needs. he drags your his hoodie up over your ass, bunching the fabric at your waist, then tears your panties off like they offended him. his own uniform comes off just as violently, shredded off his body like a second skin he can’t stand to be in anymore.

when he finally pulls his cock out, the tip is already glossy with precum. the sight alone makes his breath hitch. he can’t help thinking how impossible it would’ve been to last a whole month without you—when he’s practically wanted you since… well, forever.

he gathers wetness, dragging his tip across your slit before slapping your cunt with the hefty weight of his cock. he revels in the way that you jump and whine, “stop teasing, caleb.”

he breathes out a soft, messy apology before pushing into your drooling hole, and your cunt welcomes him back instantly—greedy, grateful, like it’s been waiting for him just as badly.

it doesn’t take long before he bottoms out inside you, filling you completely. he’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat, every inch of him stretching you open in the way you’ve been craving.

“g-god, caleb,” you sigh, content with the way his cock stretches you around him. “you feel s’good, baby. s’deep.” 

caleb’s hands grasp tightly at your hips as he ruthlessly pounds into you and he lets out a throaty moan that borders on a desperate whimper. the sound makes your pussy flutter around him which elicits yet another sound from your boyfriend. 

“b-baby,” he says, voice cracking slightly. “fuckin’ love this pussy. can’t go without it—always need you s’bad.”

you laugh on a moan, wiggling your ass in front of him like a minx and whisper out, “it’s all yours, caleb. f-fuck, ah—yeah, right there! fuck me however much you want.”

caleb’s eyes roll back at the confirmation. his cock jerks uncontrollably before his body nearly keels over as his orgasm hits him like a truck out of nowhere. his warm cum fills you up till it’s practically overflowing out of you. 

“sh-shit, baby—” caleb whines. “‘m sorry, god, didn’t mean to cum s-so fast.”

you shake your head, “‘s okay… now that we’ve established no nut november is over for you, you can cum as much as you want.” you giggle, tightening around his messy length before whispering. 

you tighten around him again, your voice low and wicked when you whisper to him.

“preferably inside of me.” 

#XAVIER: NOVEMBER 3RD @ 10:05 PM

xavier genuinely thought no nut november meant he wasn’t allowed to eat nuts for the entire month—peanuts, cashews, almonds, all of it. easy. he didn’t snack on that stuff anyway. but when he discovers what it actually means? when he realizes the “challenge” he so confidently agreed to has nothing to do with food and everything to do with him not getting to cum? he’s furious.

furious that you tricked him. furious that you knew he never kept up with trends like this and still let him agree with that innocent little nod.

now it’s been three days. three long, hard days without touching you, kissing you, filling you with his cum and claiming you as his. 

frankly, enough is enough. 

xavier knows it’s late and that he has no business pounding on your door at 10 PM knowing good and well the two of you have to work early in the morning, and yet? he does it anyway without having a damn to give. 

when you open the door, he doesn’t even give you the chance to utter a single word before he’s grabbing your face and smashing his lips against yours for a depraved kiss. you moan in surprise and it allows him a chance to deepen the kiss to his liking. 

he pushes the two of you farther into your apartment so he’s not stuck in the doorway, but the second the door clicks shut behind him, he’s pinning you back against the cool wood. the chill contrasts sharply with your overheated skin, making you gasp just as his lips trail down your neck.

he nips at every patch of exposed skin he can reach, ignoring your breathless whimpers for him not to leave a mark.

“couldn’t wait any longer,” he murmurs, slipping his fingers in the waistband of your sleep shorts and rubbing at your clit, pulling clipped little moans out of you. “miss you, miss being inside of you. i can’t last a month, you win.”

“xavie,” you whimper, back arching off the door as his skilled fingers toy with your neglected bud. “no nut november is stupid anyway. i lose too.” 

it’s all it takes for xavier to rip your shorts and panties down and pull his aching cock from his pants and fill you up right against the door. 

you can’t help but cry at the feeling of your pussy molding to the shape of his cock again. three days without sex isn’t a long time, in fact, that’s pretty normal for… normal couples. 

but you and xavier are far from that. you’re insatiable for one another. you fuck like bunnies and while he’s more eager than you, slamming his hips up with force and haste, you still find yourself craving him several times a day nearly every day. 

“xavier!” you cry after a particularly sharp thrust against your spongy g-spot, velvet walls contracting around his thick length. “oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”  

he pants, thumb catching your clit again and rubbing disoriented circles against the swollen pearl. “cum with me,” he coaxes desperately and you cling onto him and his words for dear life. “come on, angel. show me you missed me as much as i missed you.”

your orgasm is explosive, the single leg you have wrapped around his waist pulls him closer as you attempt to keep your balance. you cry a mantra of his name while your ears ring. 

xavier follows in suit, stilling deep inside of you and spurting out thick ribbons of warm cum into you with a soft moan. he burries his head into the crook of your neck and bites the skin there again like he’s trying to make the marks impossible to cover up in the morning. 

“i love nuts in november,” xavier whispers and you can’t help but let out a breathy laugh and nod. 

“me too.”

#ZAYNE: NOVEMBER 8TH @ 11:17 PM

irritation doesn’t even begin to cover it. zayne has been battling a migraine for seven days straight, and there’s only one thing he can blame—the absurd, month-long, orgasm-free challenge known as no nut november. each day has been worse than the last, but today feels like the peak of his frustration, the kind he hasn’t felt in ages.

he’s usually patient, calm, steady—but now he’s worn down to the bone. he snapped at colleagues, was short with patients, and that little smile you’ve trained him to wear so easily? completely gone. not even the carefully packed macaroons you tucked into his lunch can touch the edge of this misery…

all he needed was you. 

so when he comes home a bit later than usual with his lips turned down in a little pout and trudges into the bedroom and spots you in his bed, it’s like the straw that breaks the camel's back. 

he huffs, unbuckling his belt with quick hands while his cock hardens underneath his slacks. 

“what are you doing?” you ask, smiling knowingly. you already know he won’t last long—clingy, needy, always craving your touch. the tension radiating off him is palpable, and there’s only one thing that can fix it: you.

without a word, he strips down to his boxers and slips into bed beside you, tugging you close into his arms. his face buries into your chest, nuzzling against you, and you swear you can hear him purring with contentment.

“i don’t think i care for this challenge, my love,” he mutters, voice low and rough around the edges. “i tried… really, i did. but work’s been hard, and the days without you just keep stretching longer and longer. every hour feels heavier than the last. please… can we just—”

he swallows, his big, pleading eyes locking onto yours, something raw and vulnerable in them that you’ve never seen before. his hands fidget on your body, unsure, yet desperate for your answer.

“fail. together?”

how can you say no?

and now zayne’s desperately rutting into you while trying to maintain his composure, but it’s been so long… almost 9 whole days without being buried in your warm cunt. his cool facade cracks and every ounce of need pours out of him. every little moan says, “i missed you,” and every thrust says, “i need you.” 

and that’s the thing about zayne. he has no trouble saying these things—he says them to you all the time—but words only tell part of the story. the way he fucks you tells it all, in a wild, desperate, overzealous way. every thrust, every grip, every groan screams one thing louder than words ever could— i love you.

his thick cock drags against your sopping walls, as his hands roam your body like he can’t get enough of your body and he wants to etch the memory of the way you feel in his brain. he gropes your tits, runs his fingers down your abdomen, grips at your hips, squeezes at your thighs—hands so hot and heavy, but still sweet and gentle.

“sweetheart,” he moans throatily and it has you sighing in content. “you’ve ruined me—god, i can’t even go 8 days without you.” he finds your hands and laces his fingers with yours. 

“you’re so weak, zaynie,” you breathe, a choked laugh slipping out with it.

“i am,” he agrees immediately, nodding as he squeezes your hands in his. “so, so, so weak—always weak when it comes to you.” he lets out a breathy laugh, his voice shaking. “y-you’re all i think about. every second of the day—i think about how you feel wrapped around me… think about filling you up so much you can’t think about anything but me. so you know exactly how it feels.”

your heart flutters in sync with your cunt, his words igniting heat that twists your stomach with need. “think ‘bout you all the time, zayne,” you whimper, and he groans, cock throbbing, balls pulling tight.

“then won’t you cum for me?” he asks, voice hot and sharp. “cum for me so i can fill you up with my cum.” it’s not a suggestion—no, it’s a command.

and really… who are you not to obey? especially when he asks so kindly.

#RAFAYEL: NOVEMBER 16TH @ 4:33 PM

rafayel has been so strong and oh so good. he loves a challenge, and when you first mentioned no nut november, he brushed it off with a cocky, “pffftt, this will be eaaasy.” and god, does he wish he’d said anything else, because now? he can’t take it anymore. the first week was fine—annoying, sure, but manageable. he had urges, but they didn’t own him. by day ten, though, rafayel was restless, pacing, jumpy, painfully aware of every brush of your skin and every thought of you. every single day after that? a living nightmare.

his resolve has crumbled to dust. he doesn’t care about the challenge anymore—can’t care—because you’ve taken over every corner, every crevice of his mind. he can’t paint, can’t sleep, can’t keep forcing himself into cold showers like they’ll save him.

he just needs you, and he needs you bad.

it’s his need that spams your phone with texts. 

rafayel ♡: cutie pls come over

rafayel ♡: you win

rafayel ♡: need you :( i cant take it anymore

you: muhahaha, i’ve been waiting for you to fold. i’m on my way ♡

when you arrive at his place with a permanent smirk on your lips, he doesn’t give you much of a chance to gloat, whimpering, “come here.” before molding his soft lips into yours. rafayel needily guides your body into his bedroom, tearing all of your clothes off of you and moaning into your mouth in the process. 

“rafayel, sl-slow down.” you attempt to say, but he swallows all of your words, drinking them in like he needs them to sustain himself. 

he pulls away from you just to get rid of his clothes and take in the sight of you with swollen lips, hazy eyes and heaving chest dressed in nothing but your underwear. then he’s immediately on you again, pulling your panties to the side and pushing his cock inside of you. 

he lets out a guttural moan—raw, shaky, broken. the kind of sound that tells you exactly how badly he’s craved you.

“i–i… oh fuck—cutie, fuck—you’re s’tight.” the words fall apart on his tongue, voice cracking like he’s coming undone inside you. “too tight… please—tell me you missed me as much as i missed you.”

you gasp as your walls stretch around him, fuller than they’ve felt in two aching weeks. your hands grip his strong shoulders, your mouth dropping open in a helpless moan—soft, sweet, impossible to hold back.

rafayel whimpers again at the sound. he hasn’t heard it in so long that now it’s overwhelming him, shattering whatever self-control he thought he still had. 

“i–i did miss you, baby,” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders until little red crescents bloom across his warm skin. he hisses at the sting—then his hips snap forward, harder, faster, like the pain only spurs him on.

“r-rafayel—hah! slow down— ‘m not going anywhere!”

“damn right, pretty girl.” he’s panting, voice frayed at the edges, a low chuckle rumbling out of him. “you’re not going anywhere until we make up for all that lost time. we’re never doing this again, right? you won’t make me spend a month without you ever again, right?”

you should tease him—should laugh at the fact he barely survived two weeks—but the truth is you spent that time touching yourself to the memory of him, aching for exactly this… and you never said you’d be participating in no nut november. 

so you just nod, breath shaky, a needy sound slipping out of you. “never.”

he groans, a deep, desperate sound, before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you like he’s starving. then his hips drive forward, pressing all the way in, and he spills into you with a needy, helpless moan that trembles against your mouth.

the sudden warmth inside you makes you gasp, but it’s the kind of shock that melts straight into relief, into everything you’ve been aching for these past weeks. your legs wind around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, keeping him there as he rides out his orgasm—still moving, still chasing yours with shaky determination.

he really, really needed this.

#SYLUS: DECEMBER 1ST @ 12:00 AM

sylus knew you were upset with him. furious, even. he knew you never expected him to actually make it through the entire month of november without a single orgasm—and that’s exactly what made it fun. that’s why he held out as long as he did. your begging was adorable: all the pouts, all the half-assed seduction attempts, all the dramatic threats about killing him if he didn’t fuck you stupid. none of it worked the way you wanted. if anything, it only strengthened his resolve. and that made you livid.

it wasn’t that sylus didn’t want you—god, he wanted you constantly. how could he not when you always looked so perfect, when you kept throwing yourself at him like temptation incarnate?

but the wait? the wait was worth it. more than worth it. he knows it the moment the clock hits midnight, november finally ending—because you’re on him instantly, tearing into him like something starved.

“you bitch,” you practically growl, voice shaky as your hands tear at his clothes. “how dare you leave me hanging for a month?! do you know how many hours i went without you? do you?!”

“720, sweetie. i know because i went that long without you, too.” he drawls, a little smirk on his face hiding the pure excitement that he’s feeling, though his cock shows you just how eager sylus really is. “but it was a challenge. you didn’t really expect me to lose, did you?”

you want to strangle him. 

instead, you let your pussy strangle his cock, sinking onto him in one go. your walls painfully stretch to accommodate his size but you breathe through it and take it in stride like you have a point to prove. 

“just shut the fuck up and fuck me, sylus.” you groan, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips. “fuck me good or i will never forgive you.”

his laugh comes out more like a groan, rough and strained, and he nods once before gripping your hips tight. in one effortless motion he lifts you—weightless in his hands—then drops you back down, thrusting up into you at the perfect, brutal angle. “as you wish, pretty girl.”

you cry out, sharp and high, when the tip of his cock slams against your cervix. “sylus!”

“yeah, i got you,” he grunts, voice gritty. a breathy huff of your name slips out of him as his brows pull together in focus. he’s trying… god, he’s trying so hard to stay locked in on your pleasure, to give you everything you’ve been deprived of.

but thirty days without an orgasm…

his balls ache, heavy and swollen, his cock throbbing inside your tight, tight pussy—so tight he can feel your heartbeat around him. and as he pumps into you, desperate and controlled all at once, he starts to feel it—your pleasure mixing with his, bleeding into him until it’s almost unbearable.

your hands palm your tits imagining they’re his hands and you find yourself wishing he had hands everywhere. you want them on your tits, your hips, around your throat, pressing against your clit and stomach—you can’t get enough of him. 

this doesn’t help sylus’s dilemma. the sight of you taking every inch of his cock like you own it with your head thrown back makes him damn near feral. 

“fuck, baby,” he gasps, fucking into you like a mad man. “missed this—missed you. you feel like heaven.”

“y-you could’ve—hah! you could’ve had me, sy—” you moan with a little bite in your words. 

“i know, i know,” he murmurs, voice low and apologetic. “poor thing… i kept you waiting for me. ‘m so sorry. let me make it up to you, sweetheart.”

you’re on your back almost instantly—flipped before you can even register the movement. by the time your vision catches up, your eyes go wide, breath stuttering at how fast he moved.

his thumb finds your clit, circling it with cruel precision, and his thrusts slow to a deep, deliberate rhythm. he wants to draw your orgasm out painfully without letting his own break free. his whole body shakes with restraint. he refuses to cum before you. he won’t. not after making you wait so long.

only when you come apart beneath him—only then will he spill his thick, pent-up seed inside you. and when you do? when you break and gush all over his abdomen, clear liquid spraying over his abdomen with a shattered cry… all he can do is fill you up with a copious amount of cum with a fragmented groan of his own. 

you shudder beneath him, twitching with every slow grind of his hips, but even through the haze you manage to get something out—something more than the tangled moans filling the room.

“i hope you can make it to the morning,” you breathe, voice trembling but defiant, “because i’m far from done with you.”

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