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──so, 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊 , what will it be?

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Taking a small break to adjust to my work schedule this week! I'll write requests in the meantime, just slowly. I will be closing them for a short period of time until I can get through the ones I have!

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Hii I was wondering if you could do virgin follo x reader x gris smut like Gris showing follo how to YK 🥹 follo and reader are dating and follo is nervous of messing up and just insecure and if yk the manga how he is and Gris being the one he trusts 🙏

{ 𝔳𝔦𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫!𝔉𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬 & 𝔊𝔯𝔦𝔰 }

bring me there by someone else's hands, but don't drop me

synopsis: It seemed like Follo avoided you every time you two went to go any further, your fingers barely brushing his zipper before he backs out– so you ask for help. 

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, smut, threesome kinda? (gris instructs follo how to please reader), voyeurism, fingering, cunnilingus, demonstrations (gris spreads you open to show follo), alot of demonstrations actually, insecure follo, gris is leading the show, follo's following along.

a/n: i stopped short because i kept going back and forth with myself whether or not i should have follo AND gris fuck reader in a true threesome but my mind started to melt, soooo i'll probably write a part two if we as a whole decide we need that. but for now, enjoy my insanely detailed demonstrations on how to finger someone. wc: 1.3k total.

𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥?

“You okay Follo? You’re shaking like a leaf there.” Gris cocked his head at him, the supporter immediately tensing as he thumbed at your bare thigh. Follo took one good gather at you and he was suddenly on cloud nine, lost within his thoughts.

“May I?” Gris nodded over to you, his fingers still wrapped within his tan gloves. You had splayed out before Follo and a blush had spread over his entire body faster than you could’ve ever imagined. He was stripped to his boxers still while you were exposed for Gris and him. 

You were the one who initiated Gris to join. You knew Follo’d back out if you didn’t. 

You accommodated the two men some space on the bed, your legs parting with Gris in the middle, Follo floating off to the side and watching meekly. You’d been trying to get Follo below the belt ever since you two started dating but the boy practically shuddered in his trousers the second you decided to unzip them. He’d hide within your neck, mouthing at it weakly as he muttered out apologies and that next time, he’d be ready. 

You didn’t know if it was because he was so sensitive or if he did it on purpose– until you mentioned it to Gris and his eyebrows rose up in query. “Follo’s avoiding sex?” 

“Well, I don’t think he’s ever–”

The conversation was a little awkward; you shied away from Gris as you asked if he’d accompany your bedside next time and ease Follo into it. You didn’t know what to think of it–  and the handsome man before you felt dizzy at the request. What you didn’t notice was the tent in his supporter uniform from his dick perking up from your question. 

So, of course he said yes.

“Now, the female anatomy is a fickle thing–” Gris started and you nearly kicked him, a scowl reaching your face. 

“Be serious about this. Only reason you’re touching me is to show Follo what to do.” You complained before he chuckled, gritting his teeth around his glove and pulling it off. Follo had been quiet since your breasts bounced out of its bra, buds raised with interest in the situation at hand.

“This is her clit, a little bundle of nerves that’ll make her scream if you rub it juuust right.” Gris peered up at you through his bangs and spread you open with his forefingers, surveying any discomfort as he nudged his knuckle against it slightly. He didn’t go too far– just enough to show Follo but you still felt the ice of his hands. “Now, you can use your front two fingers or your thumb to rub in soft, slow circles at first.” 

He patted Follo on the back, leaning back to allow more space for the boy to come closer. “Soft slow circles, got it.” 

You took in a breath, tilting your chin down towards him as he lowered his body almost eye level with your pussy. Follo had a perfect view of you and it made him so anxious– his stomach twisted in knots, terrified he’d mess up. You watched him start to spiral as he brought a shaking hand up to lay against your thigh. 

“You’re okay, I promise baby.” You reassured, guiding his fingers with your hand to your clit. “Just do as Gris instructs.”

Follo swallowed down his fear, leaning over to give a kiss and then focused on you wholly. He pointed his forefingers and curled them to cup your anatomy, rubbing in circles gently at first. He had laid against your hip, his arm straightened to further his position on you, looking down to make sure he was doing it right. Periodically you felt his eyes on you when you let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering shut as he massaged between your folds with his thumb. 

“That’s it..” Gris murmured, gazing at you. “Now when you get her relaxed like that, it’s a good time to slide your fingers into her.” 

Follo kept his fingers steady on you, lowering them down but stopping short of delving them in. “Is there a technique I should do?” 

“Slide them in and curl them upwards steadily.” Gris stretched his arm out in demonstration as Follo glanced back towards him, his wrist curved up and hand sledded back to accentuate his fingers. He curled them in a forward motion, stilling his wrist and bringing his hand upwards an inch. 

Follo gulped but obliged somewhat eagerly, collecting the arousal that dripped from you before gliding inside your entrance with the same two fingers he had enveloping your clit. You let out a whimper, nodding slightly in praise as you observed him with hooded eyes. “Follo…” 

“Yes, baby?” 

You caught his attention then, so worked up on how to finger you the right way– he hadn’t noticed how absent he was amidst his anxiety. 

“You gotta talk to her, Fols.” Gris mentioned. 

“D-Does that feel good, princess?” Follo murmured, his voice timid but his intentions were bold. “Let me know if you need me to stop.”

You shook your head desperately for him not to stop, clinging to the back of his shoulder blade. Your nails had started to rake up and delve into the fluff of his hair, gripping at it as he planted small kisses against your neck. “Want to get you there…”

Follo plunged his fingers in deep, reveling in the way your cunt squeezed around them– warm and wet and God, how was he supposed to last with his cock inside you? You were already slicking up his fingers, arousal coating them as he twisted his wrist to better reach your sweet spot. And as soon as he did, you tensed completely with a shudder wracking your body. 

“Right–” Your voice failed you as unrestrained whines fell from your lips. 

“Right there?” Follo repeated, his tone flitting towards a question but ultimately he didn’t need an answer. His cock twitched against your hip, rutting slightly into it as he felt your thighs shake from just his fingers alone. You couldn’t fathom how turned on he was at this moment, almost completely forgetting that Gris was next to him. 

“You want me to show you how to taste her?” Gris said nonchalantly after a while, an orgasm creeping up your spine. Follo gave out a hum before almost pulling out his fingers. “Wait, keep those right there. Go down on her while you finger her– it’s the most ethical practice.” 

And damn right it is as your head went fuzzy when Follo moved away from you again, his lips itching to latch onto you and his tongue waiting heavy in his mouth to lap at your arousal. “Okay, Gris– uh…” 

“Suckle at her clit, nice and soft but don’t rush it. You can use your tongue to flick at it as well.” He sat behind Follo, peering over his shoulder as he instructed. “Once she’s begging, point your tongue and get it nice and wet against your own fingers. You can decipher where you’re doing it right by the way she shakes. And she’ll tell you too.” 

Before you had time to adjust to the incoming methods, Follo extended his fingers all the way inside up and brought them upwards at the same time he licked at your clit. A long fat stripe right up the middle, slow and forgiving; you saw stars as he started to swipe his tongue against it, gaining momentum and you couldn’t help the harsh breaths you panted out. He was a fucking natural at this–

Before he had any time to point his tongue languidly into you, your orgasm pulsed around his digits– sending him into a frenzy. Follo’s never seen you cum before, really didn’t know to make a girl cum anyways so he froze, eyes glancing quickly at you to see if you were okay as your back arched into the feeling. 

“Great job, Follo.” Gris grunted in approval. “Time to get your dick wet. Want me to show you how?” 

a/n: bouta have a poll for this to decide if gris fucks reader or not😂

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oooo one of yall's requests has such a pretty title nameee (so excited for whoever requested it to see)

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{𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖓} submissive edition pt 2

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: mahito, hiromi higuruma, kento nanami, hajime kashimo, & toji fushiguro.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, sub!characters, whining, whimpering, pleading, begging, fleshlight, bribery, edging, blowjob, (aphrodisiacs - non consensual) [toji’s], bondage, prostate massaging/fingering, rim play, multiple orgasms, heavy overstimulation [nanami’s], straddling, handjob, begging [kashimo’s], mistress kink, cunnilingus [higuruma (he’ll get more love i promise)], first times (mahito’s a virgin), overstimulation, riding, slight breeding [mahito’s], toji’s normally bored, nanami begs for you to get on with it, kashimo basically falls in love with you, higuruma’s husband material, mahito needs to breed you like now, reader’s kinda dominant?, sorry if it doesn't live up to part one. 

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖎: the long-awaited second part! (hakari and kirara incoming third part with mayyyybe naoya) now i know this one may not be everyone’s cup of tea since i went a lil heavy on the ideas but i do hope you thoroughly enjoy it if it is! wc: 3.7k total.

𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥? 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦?

❝sub!mahito…❞ who is so so submissive that he’ll cry before you even begin.

his cock changes shape. and before you could even adhere to the thought of it, mahito was already rimmed with tears– so grateful that you even questioned the opportunity of fucking him.

he was a soulful individual, taking in every human experience with a grain of salt until he no longer could hold them all in. 

and right now, he’s trying so hard to hold it in for you. trying so hard to mold himself to the feeling of you as you sink down onto the tip of his cock, a breathy gasp on his lips as you drive yourself down to his balls.

he didn’t precisely know why he knew how to mold human anatomy, his dick so prettily constructed with the stitches and all– it curved upwards and reached the tip of his bellybutton. mahito reveled at it but moreso at you– how the female anatomy complimented the male’s so earnestly and he panted when you squeezed around him. 

“shit– y/n, feels weird– feels good, i mean–”

the way that your breasts jiggled with every bounce, heavy and full and wow, he needed a second to admire you before absolutely succumbing to your embrace around him. everytime you fell back down, your thighs working on him, he’d shudder into the feeling and his head felt so fucking fuzzy. 

‘feel good, baby?’ you whispered as his mouth slacked open, his forearm shielding his eyes but you knew it felt fucking amazing. you knew he felt the way you clenched around him, his dick molding you perfectly and trying to bury itself inside if it could and you’d damn well let it. he hit all the right spots as you rucked yourself down on him, building momentum and hearing the raspy sobs from mahito. 

was he actually crying?

tiny sobs wracked his body as drool dribbled from his mouth and he suddenly moved his arm, letting it fall away and you could see the whites of his eyes. he looked absolutely wrecked, the stitches that crowded his face framing his reddened cheeks. his pale blue hair stuck to his forehead with a sheen of sweat and the curse looked like he was having the time of his life.

you could feel his dick twitching, overstimulated by the feeling of your pussy and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long his first time around. but that didn’t matter, he’ll have a handful more times to practice– right now you relished how whiny he was. the first time was always too much and mahito was new to this; the curse practically wantonly whimpered for you every time you rolled your hips on his weeping cock. 

“fuuuck yes, give it to me babe. right there–” 

mahito moaned out, his hands cupping your breasts as you moved closer to him and arching your back into him. he barely knew what got into him as he tweaked your nipple with his fingers, still looking high into his eyelids with his tongue lolled out. 

“lemme suck them, please baby– wanna make you feel good too…” 

he pleaded, his eyes circling back to glower at you impatiently before taking matters into his own hands and wrapping his lips around your nipple with a whine. your arousal coated him perfectly as you felt him start to rut into you desperately, his teeth grazing your bud and you hissed his name at the contact. 

he squeezed his eyes shut as he suddenly stilled, jerking his hips forward into you before filling you with long spurts of his cum. his stitched thighs shook and his faded hands wrapped around your waist to immobilize you, scared that the godly feeling would disappear if you coaxed him too far with your movements.

“i’m soo sorry, fuck–!”

mahito couldn’t help it as he sobbed out his apology, working you open and embedding his cum straight against your cervix and he needed to breed you right then and there– needed your soul to wrap around him.

❝sub!higuruma…❞ who isn’t very submissive unless high heels are on the table.

his suit ironically suited him, the velvet fabric of it soft against your fingertips as you yanked it into your hands. the smug man underneath you immediately dropped his smile, a small breath escaping him as your high heels set foot on his thighs– you were perched atop of his desk, just waiting for higuruma to walk through those doors. 

these were new heels after all, void of any color besides blood red painting the bottoms and you swear he gulped when he noticed; the soft survey of the rest of your uniform taking note in his eyes as well. 

when you had your heels on, you were a different person– the fashion of the world drew you in and let you get close to hiromi higuruma with tangible efforts. he had to get down and beg for it if you wanted something from him, heels representing the message that you often gave.

and he loved it too; the subtle indication that you wanted him solely for the benefit of usage; go on and take his cock if you needed, ride it until you had no more stamina left and let him spill into you with a quiet groan that he’d be keen to muster out. if you needed him, he was there waiting for the judgment that you elicited.

“now, y/n– i-i have a case to–” 

higuruma stumbled out, dropping to his knees as you lifted your heel from him. meetings were obsolete in your mind, you needed his mouth on you– needed him pleading for you underneath the fabric of your skirt. ‘i’m sorry- what’d you call me?’ tittered on your tongue as higuruma spread open his knees slightly against the wooden floor. 

“mistress– i’m sorry.. i didn’t mean it–”

his tone shifted to a more desperate one, looking down at the hardwood and you plunged your heel into his thigh once more; dragging it upwards so it sat flush with his cock. you could feel he was already hard in his trousers, the sleek black material tenting as you rubbed your foot on it and earning a quiet groan from him. 

you wanted to apply pressure, the painful whimper would sound divine but you thought against it. another time…

higuruma peered up at you through hooded eyelids, shrouded in lust and he almost looked about ready to hump your heel if you didn’t catch him beforehand. removing your foot, you hooked your leg around his shoulder and pulled him in close to your cunt. the message was dreadfully clear, your arousal leaking from you like it was honey from a pot.

his hand threatened to palm at himself, but he forced the weight of it to relax onto your thighs. he almost caved when he saw you wore no panties, the mound of your cunt bare on his desk and he hummed softly when his tongue stuck out to taste you. 

“fuck me, you taste so good mistress– tastes so heaven-sent…”

and god, was his nose fucking so gorgeous that it rubbed straight into your clit with every lick, every lap of his tongue against you. it protruded out just right so you could grind yourself on it, desperate to find your high. ‘you can drop the act, get me there baby..’ escaped you as higuruma doubled down his efforts. 

“the next case starts in five minutes, my love…” 

he murmured against your cunt, one of his hands sliding underneath the zipper of his fabric to tug at himself. his lax eyes wandered up to your face, dependent on how you felt– needed you to feel heavenly in the next five minutes or there were going to be repercussions– 

the way the men would walk into the silken courtroom, see both of you against his desk; oh jesus you don’t know what would that get you; but it got you off enough that you spasmed around his tongue. a harsh groan sounded from underneath you, higuruma mucking the inside of his trousers with cum and you sighed contently as the stain formed. 

let’s see how long until the judge notices.

❝sub!nanami…❞ who is known to be submissive as long as he could take it.

who hesitantly lets you tie him up, the black and white print coaxing his wrists to struggle against and he’d periodically check his watch when he could. you knew nanami could barely read it without fully bringing his arm down and your heart expanded as he started to sweat– 

being late to work wouldn’t be the issue anymore, it was how long until he could cum from the feeling of your fingers massaging his prostate like you needed to lick them clean. 

“enough– baby, you found it, wasn’t that your mission?”

and hell yeah it was your mission. but more importantly, how long would it take for the kento nanami to break within the palms of your hands, unfiltered and raw? the man always put up a stoic front, and veiled within the calmness a sad truth that you couldn’t possibly uncover. but what would it take to completely tear that down; to see him squeeze your fingers so hard from the shock of milking his cock and prostate dry?

precum dribbled from the crown of his cock as you had him on all fours, the silk sheets getting absolutely filthy underneath him. you’d been doing this a while and every time you had the notion to stop, he’d tense and a quiet moan would bestow you. nanami was slowly starting to crack, his muscles starting to clench as he held himself up and heaved his pleasure. 

when you curled your finger downwards, he flinched violently and cum leaked out of him in long spurts– a drawn out groan sounding like music to your ears and you knew you found your technique. his hands seized each other within his tie that threaded them together as he came undone in front of you and you continued rubbing the nub that you felt inside his hole. suddenly, he was pleading– pretty little groans enunciating his words as he gasped out. 

“hold on– going to cum again..please wait–!”

could you possibly make him cum dry? that was a new mission, the thought fleeting as he buried his face into his forearm, biting down hard on himself before another groan eluded him and cum painted his chest white. maybe, you could even get him to squirt if you were careful enough.

“can’t take it– y/n..”

“please, i’m begging…need to go to work–”

and oh, if only you let up. your fingers plunged inside his hole with more fervor, two rubbing incessantly against his nub and he let out a whine– hot and urgent with his entire body convulsing each time you tapped at it. nanami arched his back forward, practically so far his ass was in the air and begging for you to take it with a graceful tongue. before you really thought about it, you decided to give it a run for its money and lap at his rim. 

his cock twitched so hard it bobbed against his tummy, hard and neglected as he whimpered out curses– some you never would’ve thought came out of his poised mouth. only when he was on missions did he talk that dirtily, curses being scared shitless by the sheer size of him and running away as soon as his voice reverberated death upon them. 

but this was an entirely different scenario. 

you nearly thought he was going to rip his tie in half if it wasn’t for his restraint, his hands opening and balling into fists every time you took a particularly long lick at his rim. your fingers never stopped their movements– needing to coax out at least one dry orgasm from him. you could savor it– get him to cry, push more than three fingers inside and just let yourself loose but you decided against it. 

instead, you pulled out completely and that got you what you so desperately craved. you could just about barely notice it, his cock pulsing and quivering but it was clear from the way he clenched around nothing for a few seconds, his whole body wrecked from the orgasm. nanami was so noisy, his forearm didn’t muffle the moans that sputtered out of him.

praises leaked from your mouth as you hovered over nanami as he gave way to his body on the bed. his legs splayed outwards and you untied his tie from his hands, rubbing the bruises that equated his wrists and kissed them softly. you littered kisses downwards onto the back of his shoulder, rubbing at his sides with gentle words protruding through the thick air– “baby, work starts soon. don’t want you to go,” which led to the murmur of agreement from the fazed man to your surprise.

❝sub!kashimo…❞ whose submissive enough that you think you made a mistake. 

you thought you had the wrong man at first– a high pitched squeak leaving him as you straddled him in the midst of his speech. he was talking too fucking much– the pretty octaves in his voice sending you into spirals. you observed the way his throat bobbed, oughting to bite and mark it with utmost importance and you couldn’t stop yourself from mouthing at it as you brought him closer to you. 

kashimo immediately whimpered out at the first contact of your lips, his own falling open as you took control of the situation. his eyes danced over the swell of your thighs hugging him, practically already hard and leaking in his pants for you as you ground down on him. 

“yes.. right there– fuck me up, y/n…” 

he sounded so fucked out already, desperate need laced within his voice as he huffed out a breath. he remained still, tensed up as you did all the work– his head tilting back and his hands digging into the plush of the couch. you really don’t remember what was happening prior; all that was on your mind was how pretty kashimo would be underneath you, gasping for air. 

your hand pressed against his bulge, hard and emitting as you pushed yourself back onto his knees, a ‘whine for me, kash–’ leaving your lips. 

cyan flashed within your sight as he brought his head back up, a muffled moan leaving him as he surged forward to let you swallow it. the purple streaks crinkled as his eyes shut, relaxing from the press of your lips against him and all he could think of how fucking malleable he was for you– how he wanted to show you everything and so much more but his head spun with electricity spanning throughout it as he practically short-circuited. 

“fuck..can’t think straight… let me help?” 

his hand pushed his robed shirt up, the waistband folding downwards and he freed himself. you wrapped your fingers around his exposed cock as kashimo encompassed his hand your own and you watched as his chest heaved while gaping down at how small it was in comparison.

how small they looked compared to his cock that sat flushed within. 

his once haughty regard had been replaced with pure need, a pout fringing his face and you kissed at it which made him melt in your arms as you started to slowly drag your hand against him. kashimo’s fingers tightened, his nails raking into your skin as his mouth opened in your kiss with a raspy whimper. he arched into you, his hips stuttering to your touch as you thumbed the beaded head. 

you never knew how pliant kashimo was– whether he wanted to take you with the anger that resided in his preservation or if he wanted you to fully just flip the switch. and it seemed like you were in for it. from the surface he seemed so unruly, relinquishing his hold on himself as soon as you licked a mark into his neck. and god, did he look so pretty with a necklace of them. 

breathy moans reached the shell of your ear as he managed to bury his face within your neck, too sensitive to watch you pump his cock shallowly now. 

and suddenly kashimo was begging into the salt of your skin as you quickened your pace. his fingers clenched around the cushions and shot up to hold you steady as the other ones around your hand and his cock followed the pace. he shuddered– shook so bad that you couldn’t possibly escape the thought that this was the sorcerer who cavorted with the sky’s limit, reduced to nothing but a shaking mess when his cock was played with. 

“f-feels so good, mm– need you so bad.”

“let me sink into you– please, i’ll be so good for you.”

you contemplated it, how good it’d feel to squeeze around him and pin him down by his shoulders against the velvet. how you could bury your hands into his hair and unravel the small bands from their tight spaces and let his turquoise hair fully down. 

how fucking delicious he would be raking his cock against your walls with fervor and all you’d have to do is watch him crumble underneath you. but with the way your fingers slicked him, it seemed like he’d cum the instant his cock vanished within your cunt. 

yeah you’d make the electrified man cum from the static of your fingers instead.

❝sub!toji…❞ who isn’t submissive– unless you paid him.

his chest would heave, eyes unfocused on the television in the background as you adjusted the fleshlight right at the tip, leaving it there to steady yourself on your haunches. “toji, are you even paying attention?”

and you knew he wasn’t, the pliant ‘yeah, babe..’ feigning ignorance as you sunk the silicone down onto his cock, a hiss escaping him. his eyes would flit over to you, a blush spread over his cheeks and suddenly you needed more from him than just a sucked in breath. 

you needed to make him cry big sobs for the fleshlight– for your cunt and you certainly knew how to get that show. your wallet spoke wonders to the gambler, milking itself dry at times when he was around to get him to do your every bidding. so why wouldn’t it work with this type of thing?

his hands would be tucked against his chest, his legs parted for you with one knee up and your wallet empty against the bed. there wasn’t enough money in the world for toji to cry tears for you; that was fucking funny. but he could at least give you enough of a show to make you satisfied. 

“oh, right– fuuuck, y/n– squeeze it around me.”

the silicone dripped at the top, the hole of it being completely consumed by the massive length of his cock and you sat against his calf rigidly as his eyes started to flutter underneath your touch. you didn’t think he’d actually succumb to your every need but it was certainly fucking hot– to see his muscles contract underneath his black compress shirt, every square inch of him tensing with every pull and clench of the toy.

toji’d hold back too, you knew your man. soft huffs would fill the room aside from the claps from the television (you really needed to mute that), and his cock would twitch every so often as you held the fleshlight firm against him. 

your hand would stop every so often, watching his face contort with frustration just as he was getting close. he was beginning to sweat, the intensity of his orgasm drawing near and suddenly not– it made his bangs stick to his forehead and hot breaths came out of him. toji’s whole body was starting to feel hot and a faded red flushed his face and his cock; he was finally starting to feel the side effects.

the aphrodisiac in the can of soda wasn’t that potent but it sure hit him like a truck. money well spent. 

“y/n– did you drug me, shit– keep it right there…”

“please–please, i’ll do anything you say. let me fuck up into the toy…”

and you wouldn’t let him, slicking the fleshlight fully off his cock and replacing it with your mouth. you were easy on him, just letting your tongue slide up the underside and towards the crown. you could feel him squirm, bucking up into your mouth but your hands pressed down onto his hips cruelly and the rugged man actually yelped.

toji was fucking desperate now– for you to do anything, but your mouth stayed in the same place, warming him and occasionally flicking your tongue against him like a goddamn tease. his brain was fogging incoherently from the drug and defeated whines fell from his lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his jaw lax lips parted. he couldn’t do anything else but beg.

“pleaseplease oh my god, give me some relief baby…need it so bad–!” 

the sensation was too much and as soon as you hollowed out your cheeks, he was cumming down your throat with an ‘oh, god, yes–’ through gritted teeth and you practically sense the fucked out smile that sent shivers down your spine. toji swallowed his moans down the second you pulled off but a tremble wracked his body. 

and suddenly he was pleading again– his big hands taking your wrists and trying to get you to pump his cock dry and a feral expression written on his face. his words evaded him as you picked up the fleshlight again and his hips immediately reacted, twitching harshly as you sunk it back down on his reddened angry cock. his eyes slid into the back of his head, the whites of his eyes twitching as he held himself up on his forearms now. he fishmouthed a few times, trying not to muster up the wretched whines that escaped him but failing miserably. 

and how pretty toji’s whines were when he wasn’t such an arrogant asshole to you– how blissfully unaware he was from the edging he was about to endure. he had no fucking clue that your mission was about to be fulfilled, the tears soon to be rimming his eyes as he sobbed for another release. 

god, when he gets ahold of you after this– he’d make you sob.

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔦: might've rushed it a bit (sorry if some characters are ooc)

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ꨄ 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉 '𝟸𝟺 ꨄ

navigation: rules. m.list. taglist form.

sweeter than chocolate hearts | edogawa r.

bungou stray dogs | aphrodisiac chocolates

250 000 yen lace | gojo s.

jujutsu kaisen | expensive lingerie

you're down (and you're pleading) | kamo c.

jujutsu kaisen | menstrual sex

ꨄ 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓈 ꨄ

bungou stray dogs

ꨄ | dazai osamu

ꨄ | gogol nikolai

ꨄ | sigma

ꨄ | dostoevsky fyodor & gogol nikolai

my hero academia

ꨄ | chisaki kai (overhaul)

ꨄ | amajiki tamaki (suneater)

ꨄ | aizawa shōta (eraserhead)

ꨄ | takami keigo (hawks)

attack on titan

ꨄ | ackerman levi

ꨄ | jaeger eren

jujutsu kaisen

ꨄ | gojo satoru

ꨄ | okkotsu yūta

demon slayer

ꨄ | kibutsuji muzan

ꨄ | rengoku kyōjurō

danganronpa

ꨄ | komaeda nagito

ꨄ | kamukura izuru

ꨄ | naegi makoto

ꨄ | tsumiki mikan

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

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in case anyone wants to revist this today!

happy valentine's day to the single, the taken, the heartbroken, & friends!

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{ 𝕾𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝕽𝖞𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓 } - Feel like GOD

𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18+ mdni & dark content, smut, fem!reader, cheating, break-up sex, toxicity, manipulation, verbal abuse, bruises and marks from how rough Sukuna is, I'm envisioning true form Sukuna without his four arms ngl (but you can do whatever you want to make it more pliable to your imagination)

𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤: Feel like GOD (NIKKO, Kiraw)

𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥?

Sukuna’d come home late with the smell of icky perfume covering his dick and lipstick stains sprouted all over his collar. And would deny every possibility that he ever touched another woman. Like you didn’t know. Like you couldn’t smell him from a mile away and that you were suddenly blind to the advances of the whore that he fucked senseless. Your demeanor changed so fast, it made your own head spin that you even thought the dreaded words of,

“I’m done with you.” 

And you clearly had the balls to say it too, Sukuna snapping his head towards you as he rucked his disheveled shirt off. The smile he cracked almost made you fall to your knees, desperate to worship him just for the way he menacingly stood in front of you. He felt like a God to you and maybe he was, you never really knew. The King of Curses is awfully not far off. The smile he channeled towards his mouth on his tummy flashed towards you as well as he drew near, contemplating what he would say.

He took a long minute to even instigate your words, his eyes drifting over you with an evil aura glinting through them. The tiny ones around his cheekbones slitting with lust as he watched you continue to stand your ground. You didn’t want to yell, but the tears threatened to spill right then and there as your boyfriend didn’t so much show a wink of care in his eyes. No, he honestly looked like he was judging you. 

It was the opposite really; it drove him mad— so much that his cock had already fattened up at the sight of you just incessantly berating him for fucking another useless bitch. Not that he didn’t deny it– he knew you’d be upset with him so he tried to protect you, but to pull the break up card? Now that wasn’t like you. Normally you’d just take it and now the shy manner that enveloped you finally disintegrated.

“Ah, come on baby. You don’t mean that.” 

“I do.”

“ℌ𝔲𝔥, would you stop your fucking whining?” He grunted, his hands wrapped around the small of your back as he pounded into you from behind. They were so big they covered most of your span, covertly twitching as his dick dragged all the right spots. You shivered against the crevices of his nails biting into your waist as he held you harshly. His dick rubbed its way in places it barely reached before as he harshly thrusted into you. It was divine, truly the best fuck you’ve ever had. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but the throb in between your legs as he had said those pouty words, ‘Let me make it up to you.’ He never said that, not once in the countless number of times he’s done you wrong. And you let him convince you, touch you in places you knew he didn’t care for.

He was a picky man after all, your breasts not up to par from what you’re aware of but his hands grasped for them so quickly– squeezed and tweaked at your nipple like he needed you to feel something for once. Sukuna’s mouth trailed downwards to suck your bud into his mouth until his teeth latched on roughly and a painful squeak escaped you as well as a hearty chuckle from him. 

You knew he wanted it rough then. And you were totally up for it. 

“Says the asshole who cheated on me– I get to complain.” You tried to say, but a loud moan ripped through you as Sukuna’s hands spread up towards your throat. He pulled you closer to him as he proceeded to lay over your back, his lips inches away from the base of your skull. He was impossibly deep now, rutting into you like his life depended on it. 

“Don’t ever try to tell me I won’t fuck you like you need it.” Sukuna snarled, black polished nails and lined tattoos within your sight as he gripped the headboard. You felt the bruises welt up from where he had gripped you, the dizzying feeling of the pain whipping you short of breath. “God fuck, you feel better than any other bitch…” 

“Oh, really? Who was it this time?” You quipped, a sense of accomplishment spreading through you but it vanished as soon as he pulled out. “No, wait I didn’t mean it!” 

“Shut up. You’re making this worse than it has to be. Just relax for me.” He grunted, spreading your pussy open for him to lap at with his tongue. He spread it out flat for you first, licking a long stripe up then pointed it to delve into your entrance.“You’re too tight f’ me right now.” 

“Since when have you ever cared?” You let your head slump down into your arms, burying your face into your forearms as two fingers pushed into you abruptly. You panted out, trying not to back up on them as his tongue fucked beside them as they curled deliciously inside you. “Sukuna…” 

‘I’ve always cared, you’re just a fucking brat.” He breathed against you grumpily, then latched his lips around your clit. He swirled his tongue at first before switching to sucking on the bud until you were squirming in his touch and your arousal was dripping down his wrist. “That’s enough, yeah?”

Sukuna slipped out his fingers, immediately slurping them into his mouth with a vain groan. “Tastes sooo much better too.” 

“Suku–” You started to whine out again, but he was already on the prowl; heavy dick in hand guiding it into your entrance once more and you nearly sobbed with relief as he started slamming into you again. You could barely breathe out his name, harsh pants leading behind you as he adjusted his brutal pace to a refined speed. And God, was he fucking rough with it this time; much more than he was before. Maybe it was to persuade you that you were his? 

“Yeah, fuck say my name again.” "Need to hear you praise me like a God." “Let me fuck you like one.” 

𝔞/𝔫: wrote this the same day the poll concluded. happy valentine's day!

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙: @ firefly-graphics

© 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 '26

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thinking about being in that bathtub with higuruma– licking the sweat off his neck and listening to the soft groans he emits. 

[beingsillyhere]

Enjin notices the pattern within… three days.

The way your eyes linger on his mouth when he’s talking, how you press your thighs together when he stretches and his shirt rides up, the little breathy sighs that slip out when his hand “accidentally” brushes your lower back.

Every single tell screams it.

He starts smirking whenever he catches you staring—that lazy, knowing grin spreading slow, like he’s already won.

It tells him everything he needs to know: you like what you see. You like it a lot.

So he weaponizes every fucking glance, every brush, every kiss because he loves seeing that little obsessed gaze of yours.

Good fucking luck.

[byoldervine]

Fanfic is a great way to practice self-indulgence while writing. It doesn’t even have to be good, it just exists purely for your pleasure, be a little freak about it. Worry about quality and what other people think when it comes to works you intend to publish in a formal setting

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hear me out on giving tamsy the silent treatment 🤫

a/n i: i can make this potentially smutty. but for the love of the plot- here's some fluff. (allusions to chapter 92)

oh, he’d be so angry and confused– wouldn’t quite know what to do with himself.

all you’d have to do is walk past him with the shell of your ear practically brushing his shoulder, not even a light apology voiding your lips as he spins around with anger lusted in his eyes. 

but the anger quickly fades, that vindictive smile returns and his golden eyes brace you– this wasn’t going to be easy for you. 

the entire day you’d stray from tamsy, hanging onto the enjin and semiu like your life depended on it and when tamsy walked in the room the next hour, you’d scram off to your dorms; reliant that the two could back you up. 

but they didn’t keep the man long as he traced your every movement. 

the incessant “where’s y/n?” you’d hear down the hall as you slipped past other cleaners, desperate for a way out and you knew you fucked up when you felt the cold stare hunt you down the second you turned a corner. “found you.” 

there was no where you could possibly run; the only reason being for the silent treatment was because he ate your sweet treat you were savoring for later. but that was important to you– self care and whatnot. 

“y/n!” 

you perched your head high, turning away as he caught up to you. 

“what’s the matter with you?” he huffed out as his skates hit the pavement with a thud, wobbling slightly as he held a bag in his hand. “i’ve been trying to find you all day. are you okay?” 

you didn’t so much as speak, about to saunter off when he stopped you, his hand clasping your shoulder gently and revealing the bag to you. “i got this for you– is this why you were upset with me?”

cake. 

he bought you a huge piece of cake.

‘i wanted to make it up to you– so stop being such a brat and share this with me?”

a/n ii: if you wish for a smutty thirst, id be happy to!

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gnawing at my sukuna valentines day piece sitting in my drafts

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ur writing is so goated bro

I appreciate it greatlyyyy 👊 ✌️✌️

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{ 𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉!𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖘 & 𝕰𝖓𝖏𝖎𝖓 } vanilla like soft serve

synopsis: When Enjin makes an offhand joke that you and Gris don't seem like the type of couple to be kinky in the bedroom during a mission, you let him know exactly what he needs to.

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, smut, threesome (enjin fucks reader while gris watches), fingering, blowjob, masturbation, cunnilingus, voyeurism, praise/degradation, breeding, spitting, marking, spanking (only like twice), enjin's real fucking dirty in this, mentions of toys, reader's a little dominant, whatever she wants, slight teasing and mockery between the boys, gris is real strung out for you, he's husband material after all.

a/n: i'm sooooo sorry, i had accidently deleted your request from my inbox so i couldn't attach the piece for you but i hope you find this! wc: 2.4k total.

𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥?

“Now, where the hell’s that body of yours?” Enjin moseyed over towards you as he said it. The main body of the Trash Beast was hiding and you, Enjin, and Gris for the lives of you, couldn’t find it. 

You were sent out on yet another mission that seemed dull in comparison but when you got there, the damn thing was a monster. Enjin couldn’t reach it with his Umbreaker and you were just a supporter on the sidelines with your husband. Tomme decided it wasn’t her style to join when you two paired up– seemingly always having something to do. Tamsy was nowhere to be found as well– Enjin was on his own this time and you felt like you couldn’t back him up like he needed you too. But then, the monster exploded and you wholeheartedly wondered what the fuck Enjin just did to implode that three-eyed beast.

Gris had ventured up towards you, watching the battle intently as his hand wandered towards the swell of your ass and he smacked it with oomph– and a smirk plastered on his face as he sauntered off towards Enjin. He wasn’t one to joke around on missions but he couldn’t take it with the way your Supporter’s uniform clung to your body.

“Whoaaa, and here I thought raspberry soft serve wasn’t your style. Damn Gris–” He whistled as he noticed what happened on the side as he worked his way through the mess of trash that surrounded him. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means y’all are so damn plain it makes me wonder if you even enjoy it.” Enjin grunted, an incredulous look on his face as he leaned on a piece of the junk that flew off the Trash Beast. He swung his Umbreaker around, his eyes gathering the swell of your chest in the tight uniform as well. 

Sex, he meant sex. “Watch it–!” Gris yelled at Enjin who just found the main body unknowingly. “Idiot!”

“What–oh! Yay, we found it.” Enjin whirred out, demolishing it with the tip of his umbrella– practically slicing it completely by twisting the blades of Umbreaker to the side and the job finished without any more frustration. 

“Enjin–”

“Just drop it, Gris.” You pointedly implied, a knowing smile finishing off the prior offhandedness. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

The bed and breakfast sat in the center of the city and you still had a ways to go, the sun setting amongst the sky and you persuaded the boys that it was the best decision. It was as luxurious as you could get– beds that weren’t infested with roaches and mice didn’t swelter in the corners of the rooms. 

You could get used to it– although HQ was where your heart lied with Gris. 

When you married Gris, you didn’t think much of it; leaping into his arms with a heated kiss and a honeymoon filled with the most kinky shit. You were plain about it alright, on the surface you kept it quiet with stolen kisses around the corners where Gris’ fingers spread you apart with the cameras slated the opposite way as he held a palm to your mouth– Corvus walking down the hall.

“Now I can hear you– Gris, I suggest a room for you two before everyone comes prying.” He had musked, his voice drawn out in contentness and you laughed at Gris’ mortified grin as you two stumbled into a room; his fingers still inside you, coaxing an orgasm from you as he got you pinned to the door.

Or that time when you just couldn’t get enough of him; the stubble of his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs as he ate you out with the door cracked open and you had to literally grip him up by the threads of his jacket to get him to answer Follo’s knock. The boy was red in the face but he’d never tell– mouth screwed shut from the respect the older man held. 

Follo couldn’t look you in the eye for a few missions, his mind filled with the way you whimpered from Gris praising you through your multiple orgasm reign. His fingers and chin were slicked with your arousal by the time he was answering Follo’s request. “Yeah, that’s it– c’mon, I know you got another one ‘f me.”

“Oh, hell yeah– next door neighbors.” Enjin sighed as you all found your rooms, fumbling with the key that the hotel desk gave him. His tattooed fingers dropped them with a curse waiting on his lips and he bent down to pick them up, but not before you poked some fun at him. 

“What, did you expect to be bunking with us?” You teased, “Yeah, bend over big boy. I’ll give you something to whine about.” 

“Well if Gris didn’t drive so damn slow we would’ve been home by now– wait what?” 

The door was slammed by Gris, the lock securing in place as soon as he touched it. The look he had on his face was priceless. “Mm, you think you're funny now baby?” 

You just laughed. “Gon’ do something about it?”

The water fountain meant you had to go past your room and Enjin sure as shit knew that. What he didn’t know was why your door was cracked open like you had been raided by thieves. Within the dim light of the hallway, Enjin noticed it was held open by a shoe– looked like one of Gris’ boots to be exact and he frowned. Was he really that careless?

Enjin snuck down the hallway to try to remove it in case you two got murdered in the middle of the night when he stopped cold in his tracks. He swear he had to clear the wax in his ears because there was no fucking way you was moaning like that in the dead of night. Swiping a glance as he went to pick up the shoe regardless, his eyes adjusted to the scene before him. 

You had been on your knees for Gris, in such a lacy lingerie piece that immediately perked Enjin’s attention– straight to his cock as he lowered himself onto the floor to get a better look. Your entire cunt was out on display for him with the panties you barely wore, hidden in the glimpse of light from the door and moans hummed from the delves of your cheeks as you sank further down onto Gris’ cock. Your tongue lolled out to lick up the underside of his cock and a quiet breath shuddered through him as Enjin watched.

It felt intoxicating to know that he was watching. So, why not give him a show?

“Yeah, baby– just like that. Open wide f’ me.” Gris groaned, spreading apart his legs further to sink into the plush of the bed and gained traction as he dug his heels into the carpet to thrust into your mouth earnestly. Spit dribbled down the sides of your mouth as you felt him take ahold of your hair, rough fingers gripping it tight into his palm. 

You nodded eagerly as you slackened your jaw– letting Gris take full control and one of your hands went straight to your cunt for Enjin to see. Slim fingers gathered your arousal, sinking in and Enjin drew in a breath. Before you even had the chance to fully slide them in, a warm sensation filled your mouth and you swallowed quickly before being pulled up off your knees.

“Here, let me fuck you– that’s it. Good fucking girl…” Gris gritted out as he turned you around, his hands fitting your waist and spreading you open on his cock to stare at the empty doorframe where Enjin ultimately was sitting beside. He sucked a bruise into the crevice of your neck, nipping at it harshly before whispering, “Let him see how ruined you are.”

Of course you figured Gris knew and was seemingly tolerating it– he was a simple man with complex pleasures and the thought of fucking his wife in front of one of the most esteemed Cleaners, made him feel it in his veins. 

Gris wanted Enjin to see how his hands clasped your waist and tweaked at your nipple with his thumb before ultimately cupping them from bouncing too much. He wanted Enjin eye’s on you, solely on you gripping for dear life as your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of how deep Gris was; ramming your sweet spot with every thrust. He needed Enjin to see you fucking fall apart.

“Fuck– baby. Don’t you like this? Ah– right there?” Gris whined out in a mocking tone, tilting his chin up slightly to feel you bury your hands into his hair, one of your arms settling next to his neck as you brought them up. Gris rubbed his stubble against it before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to it, holding you tightly as he fucked up into you. ‘C’mon, let him see.”

A harsh hand smacked the swell of your hips, massaging it in his hand and you whimpered out pleas with a filthy smirk plastered on your lips. “Yes, Gris, right there– fuck, Enjin!” 

Enjin already had fit the base of his cock in his hand, rubbing it to every moan and whimper that spilled from your lips; it felt foreign but he just couldn’t fucking stop. Desperate moans threatened to escape as he thrusted into his hand, thumbing his tip with precum smearing his marked forefingers. His name was nothing but a shout on your lips and he barely had time to register it before he came all over himself. 

Gris was becoming brutal with his thrusts now, small short growls coming from his throat as you splintered around him– slicking him so wet that the schlick- noise was so prominent in the room it made your head spin. His cock was drenched in your arousal as you came, thick and sweet and you purred out Enjin’s name again during it. 

“Enjin, baby– why don’t you come inside the room?” 

Gris slipped out of you, letting you perch up on his thigh as you panted over the marks that he gave you– his lips sucking against one of your collarbones as you hooked your arm around his shoulder. You held your head high, open-mouth whines resting on your lips as Enjin joined you two without a second thought. 

“Gris–” He started, unable to say more.

“Whatever the lady wants.” 

Who knew you two were so dirty and so open? Toys showered the end of the bed, something Enjin couldn’t gather before from the door being cracked but it was easily noticed as he came close to them that they were all previously used. How long were you going at it with Gris?

“Such a naughty boy– heard your footsteps as soon as you walked out of your room.” You whimpered out amidst Gris’ marks, a low satisfying hum leaving him. “Really wanted to see if we were vanilla, huh?”

“I was getting some water, I swear–” Enjin choked out before you pushed him to his knees, sliding off of Gris’ lap. Gris moved aside on the bed, letting you lean back against him as you positioned yourself in front of Enjin, his eyes meeting your cunt with desire. “Fuck– Y/N, you’re dripping…” 

“Go on, Enjin. She’s waiting.” Gris’ voice thrummed, his palms collecting your cheeks as he brought his lips towards you. Enjin hesitantly exhaled the breath he had been holding, one of his fingers sinking into you slowly and Gris swallowed the moan that sounded from you– too engrossed to care what Enjin was doing. 

Sinking in knuckle deep, he added a second before curling them upwards inside you– earning a quiver from you and you felt Enjin’s nose nudge into your clit as he suddenly inhaled your scent, his tongue pointedly lapping inside. 

“Holy shit…” Enjin murmured as your legs shook from his fingers, pulling another moan from you that Gris couldn’t let you keep quiet and a praise fell from your husband as you started to beg. You arched your back into him and for Enjin to clasp his hands around your thighs– tattooed fingers rubbing gently into the plush feeling of them. 

“Doing so good, baby– think you could cum one more time for me?” Gris cooed.

“Nah, fuck that– let me smash her.” Enjin growled, narrowed golden eyes tilting towards Gris. “Only time I’ll ask.”

“Yes…Please Gris?” You whined out at Enjin’s sharp tongue as he still plunged his fingers deep inside you and nonstopping. You felt a quiet sigh against Gris’ chest before he ruled out his boundaries. 

“Don’t kiss her, that’s my job.”

“Wasn’t gonna, but I’ll do you a solid– open your mouth for me, Y/N…” Enjin quipped as he stood to his feet, his cock already hard in his hand again. He moved you down further onto the bed as Gris remained at your side, broad tattooed arms coming into view as Enjin tossed off his shirt. He sank into you slowly, a low groan leaving him as he pushed inside all the way to the hilt. 

“Yeah, you’re gonna be okay princess…” He soothed as you cried out when he immediately rammed himself into you. You had your mouth open for him, chin tilted up and you watched as Enjin drew his fingers into his mouth with a hum and then proceeded to shove them into your own. He pressed down on your tongue and you let out a gag before sucking them fully into your mouth. 

“You ever spit in her mouth, Gris?” Enjin nonchalantly said before doing so, letting you take the brunt of his thrusts and swallowing down around his fingers. “Oo, good girl– you take me so well.” 

“G-Gris…” You whimpered, looking over to him as Enjin pounded into you, rubbing deliciously against your cervix every single time. 

“Enough, Enjin.” A harsh tone evaded Gris and Enjin stopped his praddling, focusing on making you cum around his cock instead. “Such a slut, huh? Whining for me while taking a Cleaner’s cock? So fucking dirty..”

Gris’ words had you trembling around Enjin as he snapped your lace against you, feeling you squeeze him so hard he saw stars. Enjin filled you so much it dripped out of your cunt against the bedsheets and he was keen to fuck it into you– wanted you to take every drop he gave you while Gris watched. “Oh, nope– keep it in there, baby..”

As Enjin pulled out, he locked eyes with Gris and gave a laugh. “My bad for calling y'all vanilla.”

a/n: so i like writing threesomes i found out. this wasn't my best work though-

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I know the last sub jjk edition was a while ago but will you still consider writing the part two with higuruma, mahito, kashimo, etc? I just discovered part one and it was TOO good 😭

Yes yes! Currently have that in the works🥰- toji, nanami, mahito, higuruma, and kashimo are in part two!

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tamsy jealousy smut…. but consider… toxic tamsy jealousy smut….. (as if he’s not already a red flag)

no because youre so fucking smart, yes pleaseee. maybe i'll incorporate this idea into my yandere series.

{ 𝕮𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝕿𝖆𝖒𝖘𝖞 } - toxic jealousy

No because with the way Enjin eyes raked down your body, you thought Tamsy was going to siphon all his energy and knock the poor bastard out. But he just simply plastered a smile on his face, his eyes threatening to glow that golden you discerned so much.

“Huh, am I not good enough for you?” Tamsy bitterly spat later on in the comfort of his room. “Think Enjin can fuck you better than me? Is that it?”

He had you face down on the mattress, pillow thrown against the wall as he needed to clasp his big hand around the base of your skull to drill into you. “Fuckkkk me, you feel so good.” He’d whine ever so often, but not high enough for you to hear it– the sadistic manner he had you folded was enough to get you going. 

“Oh, c’mon, tell me you love me.” Tamsy teased, the octave in his voice flittering about as he drawled it out for you to savor. You’ve never seen the man so jealous, enough to just slip aside his bulky clothing and ram into you with a desperate tongue to yours. He had clawed off your shorts in record timing as he moaned into your mouth. “C’mon, please– I need you to tell me you love me.”

“Fuck..Tam– love you so much..” You had pleaded before succumbing to the toxicity that was Tamsy Caines. 

And God, Tamsy fucked you so good when he was grasping for straws– absolutely out of his goddamn mind that he would think you and Enjin were fucking on the downlow. The way that his hair came loose in his oversized bun as he crazed over you, his eyes widening as you shook your head at him but this was merely an illusion– he was so fucking out of it all you had to do was whine for it and he’d snap back into place. 

“Tamsy– please..faster.” Widening your legs, you begged for him to take you; the arousal that covered your thighs from both you and the precum that slicked with every thrust from his dick. 

“Does it look like I’m fucking sorry?” He hounded, doubling down on his efforts to get you to wring his dick dry. His hair swung against the small of your back with the pace his set, rough and fucking fast and oh, you were so goddamn tender at this point– so sensitive it drove you to tears. “A sorry excuse for a man.. amiright?” 

A frenzied smile crept up on his face as he saw you reaching for the threads of the sheets, crying over how his dick drove you fucking mad and he suddenly stopped pounding into you with a harsh breath. “Back up on it and let me see you work for it, angel.”

© 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖘 '26

[raitonsfw]

{ 𝕲𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖙𝖆 𝕸𝖊𝖓 } - submissive edition pt. 3

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: follo tunito & gris rubion.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, subspace, mentions of good boy, & cock warming (follo’s), blindfold, cock ring, obedience, face riding (gris listens to everything you have to say), moreso a softer approach with reader.

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖎: wow, i didn't expect this type of reaction to the gachiakuta men submissive style, i could potentially write their own fics with subby undertones? who do we want yall? or perhaps threesomes?

𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥?

❝ sub!follo... ❞ who needs you to whisper the right words to him. 

at first, it was hard to read him. he was always so vigilant; you didn’t know how much it’d take to make him break. until you mentioned the right words to him in a quiet whisper as he leaned over you, burying his face and his cock impossibly deep into your cunt with a moan and an orgasm shuddering through him. 

“such a good boy for me, wanna cum inside me?”

and oh, how it did things to him; follo couldn’t handle the anticipation that would quite literally make him shiver into your touch. what good was he if he couldn’t hold him back enough for you to find your own pleasure but every single time you said those words, he’d be like putty in your hands and he’d almost entirely black out.

you loved every second of it, once your lips lilted the last syllable in a wicked moan; he was utterly yours. who knew your supporter needed only this much to spurt his load straight into you with a needy groan? it was so fucking hot too; his hands would immediately grasp the first things near them– whether that he your hair, headboard, the sheets, your chest…

and he’s so vocal with it too, like something possessed him and your normally quiet boy who always perfected a smile within the corridors of his peers was now a mess against you. sharp whimpers and whines fell from his lips, against your own in open-mouthed kisses and occasional makeouts as his hips pivoted into you so feverishly, it made you so so close. 

but that’s where it ended, his seed leaking out of him with a desperate moan, ‘such a good boy for y-you…i’m so sorry…!” 

follo looked like the whole world fell down around him, half from the impending judgement from you and the other from the impact of his orgasm. his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth fell open with a long whine, a quiet one, his chest heaving into the pleasure that seized him.

he hated disappointing you, he really did but fuck it felt so good, he couldn’t stop it when you said ‘good boy’ like he was capable of being one– he was already on the other side of the coin there, constantly pitting himself a villian, moreso a nobody and now he’s going to be overlooked by you too once he grasped ahold of himself.

“let’s take a small break.” you caressed the ends of his hair, the scar that ran right underneath his eye and you smiled gently. you could sense how vulnerable he became with those two words and you wanted him to stay grounded. follo’s eyes hazed over and he collapsed into the crevice of your collarbone, a heavy sigh leaving him as your fingers trailed to his shoulder blades. 

“...can i make it up to you?” 

of course you’d let your boy know how worthy of love he was. “only if you stay inside me, my precious boy.”

his eyes fell blank, a stutter from the base of his throat overtaking him and he almost coughed on his own spit as he tried to sound out a meek ‘okay.’ you’d feel his slender fingers press against your clit, teasing it slightly with his cock still nestled inside you and he’d muster up a sheepish laugh when you further opened your legs. “i promise i’ll make you feel good, i’ll get you there– i–is this okay?”

you nodded, watching his shy expression fade away as his eyes flickered down towards where you two were connected. follo just had to watch– to make sure he was doing it right and you swore he needed to memorize which way his fingers caressed your clit, running down your slit and feeling the way his dick stretched you open. 

“wan’ you to cum so bad, please for me? need you to cum.. just like that, can you do that for me?”

he’d do anything for you to cum around him while he was spent, would purposely fight the way it squeezed around him in such an intoxicating way. all for him to get hard again and sloppily rut into you with the same motion of his fingers. small, round gentle circles enshrouded your senses, small moans escaping you as you felt him start to pull out to ease back in fully and wouldn’t it be so fucking funny if you decided to call him a good boy again?

just watch him short-circuit, the poor boy.

“h-honey, fuck– keep squeezing me like that and i’ll-” “feels so good inside you, shit… got me fucking shaking.”  “please let me fuck you again, swear i won’t cum.”

❝ sub!gris... ❞ who'll do your every bidding; whatever you say.

he couldn’t see anything, the blindfold smoothly tied around him with a bang protruding over it. his hair was long and oh, how you just wanted to dig your fingers into it and ride him slowly–deeply until he couldn’t take the cock ring that sat prettily on the base of his cock. 

not that he was paying much attention when you slipped it on, already mustered up enough sense that if he spoke he’d be punished. and the cock ring was already phase one of that plan. he wasn’t tied up to anything, his hands curt against his sides until you sat against his thigh, where he raised them slightly as if silently asking a question. 

“you can touch me.” 

his hands immediately laid gently onto the swell of your hips, rubbing gentle circles in them as you played with the crown of his cock. a subtle sucked in breath fell on deaf ears, not minding the way his chest leaned softly into it. gris’ fingertips dug into your skin as you fully wrapped your hand around his cock, giving him ample time to swallow his moans down as if not to silence the shlick– that invaded the room. 

“mm, now i have a show don’t i?” you hummed, watching his cock twitch in your hand as you adjusted your speed. another silent gasp persuaded its way from his mouth, fallen open and you swore you saw words on the tip of his tongue.

“what do y’wanna say, pretty boy?” 

“please… let me taste you.”

“if you insist.” 

you let him lay fully back on the bed, the plush of your thighs waiting to grasp at the stubble of his cheeks. gris melted into the way you felt against his tongue normally and this was no different, submissive or not– he was a fiend for you and needed your arousal coating his lips like it was lip gloss. 

situating yourself with each knees placed firmly against the edge of the pillow, you gripped the headboard with one hand and the other kneaded into his hair as you sat fully down against him. his tongue immediately curled up into you, drooling at the way you were already so wet for him. 

“gris– you can use your hands.” you murmured, looking down at him with wonder as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration with his tongue lapping upwards onto you. he was still blindfolded so one hand smushed into your waist while the other snaked underneath you to delve knuckle deep into you with two fingers. 

you moaned out, pleasure coursing through your body and a soft whine escaped him from how fucking good you tasted. you let it slide, needing to hear the soft grunts and gasps for air from him to chase your high. you felt the way he trembled into your touch as you leaned back to palm at his cock, drawling your legs into almost a split to reach. 

and now you were asking for it, gris’ hand widening up to rub at your clit simultaneously fucking his digits into you. his thumb reached your clit and drew deep circles on it as you grasped his cock and thumbed the head. a growl surfaced the back of his throat as he consumed everything you had to give him, fucking up into your hand. 

you circled your fingers around the cock ring, letting him fuck up into the air for a second before sliding it off with precision. you don’t think he noticed, too wrapped up in the taste of your pussy that he couldn’t even think to let himself cum first. 

“want me to ride your face, baby?” 

gris desperately nodded, another harsh breath leaving his lips as you traced your fingers back into his hair, pushing it off his forehead and pulling down his blindfold. his scar defined his light cerulean eyes, as you could tell he had them closed for a bit because he blinked lazily up at you before raking them down your body. his fingers went faster, plunged in deeper and rubbed inside you as he caught a good glimpse at how ruined you were becoming. 

“yeah, gris– right there.” you keened, arching your back into the roll of your hips against his pointed tongue and swore you could feel him chuckle against your skin as you came undone with a harsh clench around his fingers. 

before you could come back down, you felt gris’ whole body quake underneath you, the brightness of his eyes disappearing as he clenched them shut and came all over his tummy with a silent groan.

“fuck– you did so good. wan’ you to talk, baby.”

“anything else you need from me, babe?” “why don’t you ride me, let me really feel you..." “want you to cum all over me– shit– need you too.”

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖎𝖎: finally finished my sub editions! hope you enjoyed! (onto my requestssss)