I enjoy writing! Requests are always open â I write just about anything. (Smut, Angst, Fluff; you name it.)
Fandoms I write for: Sweet Home, JJK, Alice in Borderland, Class of 09, NevermoreâŚ
A few limits I do have are below â
Things Iâm okay with putting in writing: self-harm, mild to heavy trauma, BDSM, DDLG/MDLB, piss kink, and non-con (depending on the prompt). I will ALWAYS leave triggers warnings when needed.
Things I will NOT put in writing: incest, scat (again, piss kink is fine), vomit, beastiality, vore, necrophila.
My consistency when posting sucks so please bear with me when it comes to publishing.
Status: uploading again before the world decides itâs time for armageddon
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DrillSergentToji! who has had his eye on you since the moment he found out that you were going to be in his unit. As one of the few girls, he already had committed you to memory.
DrillSergentToji! pushed you past your limits during training. âIs that all yaâ got, princess? Get yaâ chest on the ground, this isnât gym class!â He barked while pressing the tip of his boot into your back. It never stopped there; heâs command you run an extra lap, bark at you any chance he got, and he watched as you pulled yourself on the bars despite being worn out. Your drive and stamina was Tojiâs biggest turn on peeve when it came to you.
DrillSergentToji! couldnât help but let you catch his eyes all hours of the day â during roll call, drills, lunch, break time â whenever. He swore to himself it was nothing, yet he caught himself staring at you more times when he shouldâve been doing anything else.
DrillSergentToji! nearly loses himself when he sees you in your official uniform during duties. Youâre outside, sweating while working on a repair. Your moss green uniform shirt stuck to your skin, making the outline of your sports bra visible while the camouflage pants cling to you like a second skin in the heat. The way the material encased you was enough to nearly make Toji lose the small semblance of self-control he kept for this long.
DrillSergentToji! insists on escorting you to the medical ward upon hearing reports that youâve injured yourself during one of your duties. After all, itâs the least he can do for such a driven rookie of his.
DrillSergentToji! makes sure to check in with you over the next few days upon learning you tore a small muscle in your shoulder during one of your duties. âI take it your almost well enough to get back to morning drill, yeah?â He still maintains the same stoic posture and âdonât-give-a-fuck-about-youâ attitude in an attempt to seem like he doesnât care, but he canât it when he has a âsmallâ interest in you.
DrillSergentToji! who insists on you coming to his room after drills the following morning to ensure that âyour shoulder is still holding upâ from the intensity. âJust a little precaution. Canât have yaâ ending up in the medical ward againâ Little do you realize, he has other plans.
DrillSergentToji! has you come to his room to âpracticeâ the drills again from that morning only for you to end up with a mouthful of his cock while he corrects you in your push-up form. âFuckâŚLoosen those shoulders, princess, just like yaâ âfuckâ loosened yaâ mouthâŚâ His hands weaved into your hair, signaling you when to move up and down. Your shoulder was burning like fire but you couldnât bring yourself to stop when he tasted this good.
DrillSergentToji! made sure to make a mess all over your face when he finished. It wouldnât be a training session without a little humiliation, wouldnât it? âLook at you, rookie; all pretty when yaâ painted with my cum. This should be a fun story to tell the commanders.â His hands pulled your face closer to his cock, making sure you got every spurt on your skin before he pulled away.
DrillSergentToji! knows that youâre aching. His hand was already at your waist the moment you dropped the push up position and he made you sit in his lap. âShe needs me, doesnât she?â He smirked, undoing the belt to your pants before slipping his hand underneath the waistband to feel the growing wetness. He couldnât help but smirk when he felt you on his fingers. âSheâs standing at attention.â. He couldnât wait any longer before sinking you onto his âprivateâ. Boy, was he about to have some fun. By the end of the night, he was going to make sure you were screaming âYes, Sergeant!â at the top of your lungsâŚ
Soooo the new year is coming soon. I rarely post stuff on here but I have one favor to ask; mind if I ask you guys to come and request? Iâm writing a few drafts but I also just want to hear your ideas. Fandoms and what I'm fine with writing are in my bio here.
Itâs almost a new year â letâs have some fun.
I fear that he is going to be the death of me. My mind reverts back to that of a high school girl â giddy and nearly flustered every time he passed by. Iâm not sure what began this obsession, for it seemed almost spontaneous. Perhaps it was those moments we shared during the movie that we decided to see when we both were bored on Valentineâs Day. Or perhaps it was the nights we spent taking care of one another while seemingly intoxicated, the nights differing. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the intimate tension that is forever lingering in the apartment. A glimpse of his nude body in the shower, a suggestive comment passed between us, or a position held in close proximity to one another; so close that I could feel his heart beating against the cavity of his ribcage. When the day breaks, my mind is forever in hypnosis. However, it is when the night falls and my vision is bright. With free dreaming, a clear image is in focusâŚ.
His looming figure and chains that are locked tight.
My back remained flushed to the satin sheets beneath me. Large hands roamed my frame, taking hold of my hips as he guided himself along my sensitive rim. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, breathless moans falling from my lips as his V line pressed against the fat of my thighs. It was as if he had me under a curse that I couldnât break â With a just a few thrusts, I was at his mercy. His lips lingered on mine, the faint smell of cigarette smoke was intoxicating yet so sweet. When freed, my hands felt along the burn marks that riddled his upper body, tracing every crack and worn-out scar and burn mark with passion and desperation.
âThis is just round 1.â The words fell from his lips, his tone dripping like sweet honey on a warm crepe. His hips proceeded to grind into my inner thighs, his throbbing manhood slipping in and out of my heat â the feeling alone was enough to make me lose control over my every sense.
âPlease SangwookâŚâ *I whimpered in a desperate and needy voice, my chest heaving up and down. My eyes glossy as they met his hardened pupils and a small smirk on his lips only made the muscles within my stomach tighten. He kept pressing forward, his body rutting into mine with such ease and quickness. Adrenaline was pumping all throughout my body and the coil in my stomach was getting tighter. We were so close to the brink of perfect ecstasy, so close to climax. So damn closeâŚ
It was then that sound of the front door to the apartment opened, alerting him that you had arrived back from the convenience store down the street. Immediately, he placed the book back into the drawer where it was originally placed, attempting to snap himself out of the lust filled fantasy that you had written within the confinements of your private entries. Walking out of your room, you had placed your purchases on the countertop of the kitchen. You hadnât noticed him leaving your room, though you didnât question his quiet and stoic nature. After all, you were used to it by now.
nanami watching throughout the work day since youâre about the only thing on his mind. His eyes linger on your figure day in and day out, his mind conjuring up all the places he could take you. Against his desk. Against your desk. In the printer room. The counter in the break room. The shelf in the storage closet. The table in the staff room. The largest stall in the menâs bathroom. Against the wall of the elevator. His car in the parking garage. He was almost ashamed of himself; surely he shouldâve been able to control himself better. But he couldnât help it. Not when you wore that white button up that hugged your chest just enough for him, or that tight pencil skirt and sheer black stockings that encased your legs so perfectly. The thought alone had him excusing himself to the bathroom to relieve the pressure building up in his dress pants.
Iâm back :)
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My Backshots Sound Like Bongos! How JJK Men give it to you from behind.
âł Featuring: Nanami, Choso, and Sukana
âł Contains the following: P in v, multiple positions, raw sex, groping, cervix fucking, bed breaking (yup, itâs that type of drabble), spanking, hair pulling, rubbing.
âł Note: This was just another lil shit post, Iâll post part 2. soon. Please like and follow â I promise yâall I have full length stories coming soon, most are just WIP at the moment. đ
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Nanami: He is a gently rough with you, mark my words by it. How is that possible? Iâm not sure but I know that he can do it. His position go-to position is speed bump , you canât convince me otherwise. The perfect position for him to go gentle and move faster if need be. Heâll keep you on your stomach, his lips trailing softly down your back as he thrusted into you at an even pace. At times, heâll slip his hand around your waist, his fingers seeking the wet heat flushed within between your legs. Heâll gently rub your clit, applying just enough pressure to add to the already immense pleasure.
âThatâs it, doll. Youâre doing good â ngh â so good for daddy. Do you want me to go faster? Just a little longer, I know youâre close. Sit tight and be a good girl for me.â
Choso: Since he gives me major switch vibes, Choso would start out slow but would only increase speed when he gets needy or youâre close to finishing. His favorite position is side spoon â while itâs to the side, he is still technically behind you. Not to mention, Choso is most definitely a tits > ass guy. This position gives him the chance to sink himself far into your pussy, kissing your cervix while twisting and playing with your sensitive breast. He would lose himself so easily like this, going at it for what felt hours because Choso is so far gone. And I know he sweats easily, youâll be sticking to one another like a fly on sticky paper once heâs finally finished.
âYour breasts are so soft, canât get â Fuck â enough of this pretty body. Keep your leg up, sweetheart, I need to get deeper inside of you. I wanna keep filling you up with my seed, this pussy is gonna be the death of me.â
Sukana: Oh this motherfucker, do I even have to speak? Position? Doggy-Style. Pace? Rough and Raw. The Bed? Broken in half. My pussy? Took more turns than a keyhole. His hands are firmly grasping your hips, keeping you still. His hips slam against the fat of your ass, creating that slapping sound that drove you crazy. His tip isnât kissing your cervix, no â heâs fucking it raw. The mattress is squeaking beneath you while the headboard slammed into the wall repeatedly and you knew that was going to be a problem with the neighbors the next morning. Oh, and god forbid you try to run away; I know this man is a hair puller. His hand roughly tugs at your hair, pulling your flushed form back against his large frame so he could continue to take you roughly.
âFuck, princess, pussy always this needy? Practically drooling all over me, no wonder why you could barely wait. Dont try running from it, you know you like it deep. I got a nice hot load for you, be a big girl and take it for meâ
Sub!Choso who canât keep his hands to himself and is constantly pleading that you let him have a feel of your sweet pussy. Heâs on his knees begging you, already tugging at the waistband of your shorts as heâs so close. You end up having to give into his pleas, pushing your shorts down so that he can have access. He wastes almost no time bending you over the countertop and sinking himself balls deep in your slippery, sweet, tingling ecstasy. Every thrust becomes filled with desperation as he pathetically ruts into your pussy from behind like a bitch in heat. âYou like that, baby? That â Fuck!~ â does that feel good for you? Tell me Iâm doing a good job, please. I just want to make you feel âahâ feel my love.â Itâll only be a few more minutes before heâs spilling his cum deep inside your walls, bringing you to a shattering orgasm alongside him. Heâll start whining when you pull away, grabbing onto your hips in order to keep you close to him. âPlease baby, jusâ one more. I promise you Iâll be quick. 5 minutes is all I need.â You knew full well that 5 minutes would turn into two hours â especially with someone as needy as Choso.
(Just a lil short shit post for today, I just wanted to post something)
I am obsessed with the thought of being in a DDLG! relationship with Nanami. He may look large and controlling to other people but you know heâs the most nurturing man there is.
He stays dressing you up in frills and bows â youâre his little one, he always wants you to look your best. And letâs be honest, he tends to spoil you often. You see a dress you like in the window front of a boutique? Already bought. He caught you staring at your favorite pastry cafe while driving downtown? Heâs already calling an order for your favorite desserts. You want the new Sanrio plushie that just came out? He has it arriving to the house the same day you tell him about it.
âDaddy! The new Fyodor Cinnamoroll plushy I wanted came in!â
âDid it really, sweetheart? How exciting.â Kento watched as you unbox the limited edition plushy you had so desperately wanted, his heart warming as he watched the excitement twinkle within your pupils. He wanted to ensure you were safe and felt every inch of his love.
Can you blame him though? Youâre his little one, he canât help it. He obsessed with you â the way you smile when the two of you are spending time together, the way your eyes light up when he hear him call your name, how you pout your bottom lip out when heâs teasing youâŚ.or how your body squirms in his lap when his hand is making repeated contact with your bare behind.
Whines would constantly fall from your lips with every spank, redness spreading all across your ass cheeks as Kento dwelled out your punishment. You werenât always a good girl, but rest assured his spankings would be enough to straighten you up. It was no surprise that he would reward you for taking your punishment so well; usually in the form of allowing you to pleasure yourself on his cock. Youâd sink onto his cock, his girth stretching your walls out like a cucumber inside of a ballon. Even though he had to help you 99% of the time, you would always end up taking him.
âThatâs a good girl, using daddyâs cock to get off. Keep going, I know youâre getting close.â He would encourage you, his hands sitting on your waist to keep you steady while you rode him through your orgasm. Afterwards, heâd slip you off his cock and lay you on your back, positioning himself in between your legs. He knew all of your soft spots, hitting each one of them with such precision that youâd be cumming in no time.
âD-Daddy, mâgonna cum!~â You gasped, balling the sheets up within your fists as Nanamiâs tip kissed your cervix. âThatâs alright, sweetheart. Just let it happen, daddyâs right hereâŚâ
He was right there with you when you came undone, not far behind as he finished alongside you. Heâd kiss you tenderly, scooping you into his arms and bringing you to the bathroom for gentle aftercare.
You were his world, his doll, his darling to love and cherish until the end of time.
Might use this to write an actual story instead of a drabble
Showering with Pyeon Sang-wook after a rough night in the apartment complex. (âSuggestiveâ, mentions of blood) +18, mdni.
The hot water cascaded over Sang-wook and yourself, washing away the traces of your latest venture. The room echoed with the rhythmic sound of water droplets, punctuating the silence between the couple. As the steam rose around you both, the chilling memory of the night's grisly loss still lingered in your minds.
The scars on Sang-wook's body bore witness to a shattered past and heated desire to survive, yet it was you who understood the unspoken language of his pain. In the midst of the cascading water, your bodies pressed together, and the world you shared seemed to momentarily dissolve. Yet, danger was a constant companion, even in the quiet solace of your combined sanctuary.
Exiting the shower, Sang-wookâs eyes met a tattoo etched along his loverâs back, the ink stained a message onto your skin. The message, written with a delicate yet bold hand, read: "In the dance of shadows, love remains our deadliest weapon."
Your eyes met Sang-wook's, and a knowing smile played on your lips as you knew Sang-wookâs eyes had been on that specific tattoo. Youâd become entangled in a game where every move was a calculated risk, and passion was the thread weaving their fates. The note was a reminder that, amidst the bloodstained paths you walked, yet love remained an indomitable force.
As you both dried each other off, the outside world seemed distant, drowned by the intimacy of the shared existence. The air crackled with the charged energy of two souls bound by choice, not circumstance. The night had claimed its toll, but in the quiet of your home, both you and Sang-wook discovered solace in the warmth of each other's arms.
