( ၴႅၴ ⨾ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒. twenty six. she/hers.
shuji 's mad hatter and ran's cheshire cat. this blog is multifandom (mainly tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen & blue lock) and interacts with (n)sfw and dark content. minors do not interact. sporadic writer + avid self-shipper. antagonist apologist. please read my rules before following!
ㅤㅤ🥀 ༝ kingdom rules ༝ rose garden ༝ the queen's favorites
ㅤ╰﹒ reading... wind breaker, ch. 139
ㅤ╰﹒ watching... haikyuu, s2e12
ㅤ╰﹒ thinking about... kuroo and his stupid lil smirk
𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:
ㅤ╰﹒ pretty hostage, ch. 6 - bonten trio x fem!reader.
ㅤ╰﹒ playback - hanma shuji x fem!reader.
[ f ] : film - has he ever filmed himself having sex? does he send nudes?
oh, he's definitely filmed himself having sex. he's an exhibitionist at heart and loves the idea of capturing moments where he looks good and his partner looks ruined. he'll pull his phone out casually during sex, acting like it's no big deal while he films the way he's fucking you. he keeps a private collection and gets off on rewatching it later. he's also been known to send short clips of them to his partners as “motivation” or to remind them what they're missing. as for nudes, he sends them consistently. pretty dick pics from luxurious hotel bathrooms, videos of him stroking himself while talking dirty. he knows exactly how to pose and what angles make him look good. he'll send them at random times just to fluster you, especially if he knows you're busy or in public.
[ k ] : kinks - what’s a kink or two of his?
i'm a strong believer that he has a huge kink for corruption. he gets hard at the thought of being someone's first— whether it's their first time having six or their first time trying some filthy. he loves the idea of teaching you things you've never done before and watching you get addicted to it. he'll talk you through everything in that condescending voice, praising you one second and teasing you the next while he breaks you in. i feel like his daddy kink goes hand in hand with that. he loves when you call him daddy, especially when you're already a babbling, fucked-out mess. he'll lean into the dumbification, talking down to you and calling you his poor little baby. he gets this smug, satisfied look on his face every time you start slurring your words or forgetting how to speak properly.
[ m ] : motivation - what gets him going? what turns him on?
ran gets turned on by the thrill of the chase. he finds it boring when someone gives in too easily. he loves when you make him work for it a little, when you're a bit of a challenge, because once he finally has you, the satisfaction is that much sweeter. miniskirts are a weakness too. he likes the easy access and how he can just flip them up and take what he wants. lipstick stains on his skin (chest, neck, etc.) or his cock also do it for him; he thinks it's hot when you leave your mark on him.
#!CC: power play, o.sex (receiving), implications of demonic entities
NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet
The sound of dishes smashing against the floors was deafening as it carried throughout the manor. The splintering shatter of an expensive set caused the three three other house aids to grimace. In the upper room of Ciel Phantomhive, his eyes closed and he sighed, for regret was starting to cloud his mind in hiring you— the new maid. The help to what he’d already deemed, ‘A full house.’
Sebastian bowed gracefully, his head cocked slightly as he smiled.
“I will see to it that the mess will be cleaned young master.”
“Make sure that you do. I have very little patience left.” Phantomhive waved off. Sebastian then walked out shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He pulled at his pristine gloves as he walked down the hallways, a devilish grin splitting his face.
When he’d arrived at the kitchen door he’d picked up on quips of complaints from you and Mei-Ren.
“I’m going to be done for sure this time...” You whined, brushing glass pieces onto a dustpan.
“I’m sure you won’t. The young master is lenient. During my recent years I was such a klutz and Sebastian had to—”
The butler opened the door and the conversation halted with unease in the air. Mei-Ren stood nervously and you kept your head low as your fingers trembled to pick up the rest of the glass. The heat of eyes boring into the side of your head didn’t go unnoticed as they clinked softly together in the pile.
“You may go. I shall handle this.” Sebastian’s velvety voice remained low, his eyes glued on your crouched form. Mei-Ren gave a reassuring glance towards you and bowed quickly. After the haste retreating footsteps, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of tinkling glass shards.
“Stand please,” Sebastian hummed, his red eyes trailing your straned movements; your chest rose and fell slightly and he could hear the quickening tapping of your beating heart. Your eyes looked everywhere but at him, which he found a bit rude but another lesson to be made at a later date.
You clasped your hands in front of your body, ready to endure whatever verbal penalty was sure to be made. This wasn’t your first offense.
Countless of glassware had been destroyed by your hand, not to mention the mistakes you’ve made since you were hired by the young master. From nearly burning down the manor due to attempted meals, to using the wrong chemicals in the garden. All resulting in Sebastian’s stern dispraises. Phantomhive pegged you to be just as bad as his other servants put together.
Sebastian began to snake towards you, his movements precise and elegant. With ease, he’s stepped through the shards of remaining glass, not even trailing it behind him. As he got closer, you subconsciously shrunk back until you hit the far wall with a small gasp.
Sabastian brought his hand to his mouth, swiftly biting the fingertip of his glove and pulling it off, all the while his gaze never left yours. Leaving the glove on his left hand, he pressed both palms against the wall on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. He picked out the accelerated beating in your chest as his face lowered towards yours.
Sebastian was never going to admit this to any mortal, but he a part of him was looking forward to another slip up from you. Ever since the young lord hired you, your entire essence intrigued him. On more accounts than one, the need for self restraint became nearly intangible whenever you were around. He knew humans were creatures who could not reject temptation. Never had he thought he’d be acting just like them.
His eyes held a dark glint in them as his lips stretched into a grin.
“That set was a favorite of the young lord,”
“I’m sorry! I slipped and I really tried to catch my fall, but I only ended up making things worse.”
“Yes, the ordeal is quite unfortunate,” He continued. “The entire glass set was a precious family heirloom.” The demon lied, which was proven to be effective given the horror stricken look on your face. You were on the verge of tears and your lips parted to let out a soft sigh.
Sebastian brought a finger under your chin, pulling your head up in his direction. For the first time, you were made to look into his piercing eyes and you gulped.
“I’m sure I can come up with a reason for the destruction of the valuables.” His eyes shone mischievously and a second later, it hit you. And he knew that you were not going to reject the offer. In return, his knee slid upwards, dragging out a gasp from you at the sudden movement and the friction against your core. He smirked and lowered his sight to the rise and fall of your chest, zeroing in on your breasts.
“Lift your uniform and turn around.” His order was low and straight to the point, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped back, allowing you to do so and once you were facing the wall, your cheeks heated up in how vulnerable you were now before the butler. A second or so later, you felt cool air hitting your heat and you whimpered, turning your head slightly. You then felt strong hands taking hold on your hips, gripping them in a way that sent dull pain throughout your legs.
“Face the wall.”
Sebastian moved closer, licking his lips at the scent of your femininity. It was different and he was intrigued. His finger hooked through the side of your panties, pulling them taut and exposing your glistening lower lips. He leaned forward, giving you a quick and experimental lick, causing you to release a not-so-quiet cry.
“I would strongly suggest keeping your voice down, yes? We wouldn’t want an audience.” He chuckled before returning his mouth to your pussy. You quickly clenched your uniform dress in one hand as the other covered your mouth, muffling your moans in your gloved hand.
His tongue flattened against you, teasing your clit before trailing back until it disappeared inside of you, writhing and thrusting against your gummy walls. Your body was growing flush as he worked his mouth against you, drawing more and more of your slick.
Sebastian’s movements started off as sensual and graceful, much like his surface personality. But each second his senses spent engulfed in your heat ignited something primal in him. His refined technique was abandoned and replaced with one less coordinated but more enthusiastic nonetheless.
Subconsciously, his fingers dug deeper into your hips releasing more added pleasure than pain. Obscene wet noises arose, synchronizing with your low moans. A hand left your hip to push past your folds and curled upwards, effectively sending a shock through your body resulting in a cry this time.
Sebastian hummed, taking the action into memory and his ministrations seemingly went lazy. At this point, it wouldn’t take much more for you to come and he knew this, doing it again.
His face pushed deeper against you, his tongue nudging your clit and at the same time curling his finger and this is what sent you over the edge.
The noise that escaped wasn’t suppressed behind your palm this time. Your thighs quivered as you calmed down, whimpering as the butler gave you a final few laps before standing. Now more than before, you wanted to feel him, see him, touch him as he ravaged you with what he had to offer.
Turning around slightly, you caught a glimpse of darkness, the air around you suddenly cold. Murkiness surrounded you, as you only caught a flash of his twisted face in a snarl—a stark contrast to his typical refined features. A shiver ran down your spine, his grip returning but tighter than the last.
“You still refuse to listen.” His breath was ticking your ear, tone menacing but the same velvet that compelled your limbs to relax.
Before you could come up with some half thought out apology, he sheathed his dick into you, grunting softly when he was flush against your ass. Not knowing when he had the time to release himself, you keened at the sudden intrusion as you shifted and tightened around him.
He sighed, strumming his fingers on your hips before pulling out and pushing into you firmly. His movements formed a rhythm as you were rocked against the wall. By now, your hand had fallen from your mouth and was instead placed on the surface in front of you. Movements increasing in speed as well as forcefulness, moans poured from you, wafting through the kitchen and you could only hope that’s where they’ll remain.
Sebastian grunted before yanking your hands behind you, wrists gripped under his one hand with precision at the small of your back. He’s reverted to fucking you with reckless abandon, his own breathing just barely ragged.
You, however were a mess, your vision blurred with wetness, voice producing a low mantra of the butler’s name as a desired pressure began to build up within you. Over and over, his thrusts hit that sweet spot within you that pushed you closer and closer to that moment of bliss.
“What do you think of this lesson?” It was a strange question, at the even most strangest time. It barely processed in your ears and you’re only half inclined to answer in the state you’re in. However, his hand reaches to tilt your head back, face ethereally perfect as golden pools stare into your soul.
“Hnn..?” You couldn’t think, much less articulate any response he was looking but that was alright. He just wanted to drink in the gloss in your eyes as your mouth moves, no words escaping. Your cunt pulsated around him, each stroke drawing more and more of your essence from your body. Perhaps, he thought, it would be wrong to indulge in a bit of the human soul. Not when you were so vulnerable and pliant under his mere gaze. You didn’t see him now. You didn’t see what he’d become again, as the only thing you that surrounded you was the grip of the cold and your cunt being stretched out.
Only when he released you with a low chuckle did the static disipitate and the pressure snaps, his hand quick to hold your cries.
Delicious aftershocks took hold of you, controlling your convulsions as you clenched repeatedly around Sebastian’s cock. You couldn’t see the subtle twist of his features as he approached euphoria as well, his grip icy as he held you against the wall. Following suit soon after, his hot come spilled into you in copious amounts, filling you until it trickled down your thighs.
He pulled out and your legs buckled slightly beneath you before he chuckled and you were spun around.
“Hey now,”
Sebastian was altogether neat. His uniform remained as immaculate as they were when he walked in, white gloves on and pristine. His face retained its usual fair skinned complexion, void of sweat or any indication of vigorous activity.
Meanwhile, you knew you looked a complete mess if it wasn’t obvious. Sebastian cocked his head and smiled warmly, a bright expression that contrasted the devil in his eye.
“Despite how pleasurable this lesson has been, I implore you to exercise caution and heighten your awareness. The young master would not appreciate any more recklessness from you and neither will I.” As he spoke his teeth gleamed only adding to the weight of his words engraved in your mind.
Still you straightened, your hands clasping tightly over your uniform as you nodded curtly.
“Yes Sebastian!”
After that encounter in the kitchen, your mistakes and slip-ups had been reduced to very little occurrences to absolutely none.
“See I knew you’d get the hang of things!” Mei-Ren beamed.
“Maybe I’ll let you cook something small again. Seeing how much you improved and all.” Baldroy had praised, fanning a smoking pot.
Each of the house aids were ultimately pleased you were doing better than you had been before.
Even Phantomhive seemed content, but not at all surprised knowing Sebastian had a hand in it. The butler was delighted as well, rewarding your improvements with favorable pleasures every now and again.
He still needed to teach you a lesson about listening after all.
DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content— current or archival.
[ a ] : aftercare - what is he like after sex?
after sex, sanzu loses his manic energy. for once, he's genuinely at peace. he gets quiet and soft in a way that feels almost unnatural for him? the giggling, the rambling, the chaotic energy he always vibrates with all drains out and he becomes this calmer, gentler version of himself. he'll pull you close without saying much, bury his face into your neck, and just breathe in the scent of you. sometimes he'll mumble little things like “stay right here” or “don’t go yet” in this low, tired voice, almost like he's afraid the peace will disappear the second you move. it's one of the rare times he lets himself be vulnerable without the usual theatrics.
[ d ] : dark content - does he partake in anything that would be considered dc?
very much so. he's a sadistic masochist with heavy yandere tendencies, so a lot of his kinks lean into dangerous territory. dubcon and cnc are big for him because he loves fear play. weapon play, as well, knives and guns are totally on the table. he'll press a blade to your throat or make you suck on the barrel of his gun while he fucks you, getting off on the way your eyes pop open, pupils blowing wide as dread and arousal war inside you. he's also not above nonconsensual voyeurism or recording you without permission (he's done both). stalking, breaking into your place, and fucking you while you're half-asleep and disoriented are all things he's capable of when he's deep in one of his obsessions. branding is another one he's into— whether it's temporary (biting, hickeys, carving his initials with a knife) or more permanent like a tattoo. basically, if it's risky, violent, or crosses a line most people wouldn't, it's fair game.
[ s ] : sharing - is he open to threesomes? how does he feel about sharing?
sanzu's feelings about sharing completely depend on the situation. if it's just a casual fuck, a one night stand with a chick he meets at a club, he doesn't really mind. he's been roped into plenty of threesomes (sometimes foursomes) with ran and rindou before, usually when they're all high or bored and looking for a good time. in those moments, he's down for whatever as long as everyone's having fun. but if it's someone he's actually fixated on? absolutely not. the second he starts getting obsessed, the yandere side comes out hard. he becomes extremely territorial and the idea of anyone else touching you makes him want to go on a killing spree. the only person he would even consider sharing you with is manjiro. even then, it's rare and only happens under very specific circumstances.
hold uppp that mitsuya fic sounds extremely familiar but i don’t remember the title, or whose the writer unfortunately 😭😭 anyway, do you have recs of tokyo rev writers who are still active/are active by chance? 🥹
i'm also going to drop some writers who have written for tr in the past (not sure if they're currently posting content) because they have some gems that are definitely worth reading!
hi!! i know this might be weird but i have been trying to find a mitsuya fic from years ago and i thought it would be a good idea to ask you since you have a lot of followers who are tokrev fans and u are basically the tokrev it girl creator now (for me at least😙😙 love u queen)
i don’t remember much, but they met at a bar. i think the reader was talking about her horrible sex life, and at first she thought mitsuya wanted to hook up with her. but instead, he said something like, “I like getting people to open up to me first.” (Or maybe it was “people usually open up to me first.” idon’t remember the exact wording.)
then they just kept talking, and she ended up opening up to him about a lot of personal stuff. at the end of the fic, she asked him something about his sex life, and he repeated that same line, something like, “they usually open up to me before doing it.”
I KNOW this sounds really weird 😭 but that’s all I remember, and I swear it was so good. does anyone know which Mitsuya x Reader fic this is? PLEASE help me find it! :333
unfortunately, this doesn't ring a bell for me 😔 if anyone is familiar with this fic, please drop a link!
ɞ ⊹ ࣪ a/n : i hope this is on par with his characterization (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
[ l ] : location - where's the most risque place he’s had sex?
kaiser has fucked in the locker room while his teammates were still around more than once. he'll pull you in after an intense match, push you into a shower stall, and fuck you while the rest of the team is changing just a few feet away. he loves the risk, loves knowing they could hear you. he'll keep a hand over your mouth or around your throat and talk shit in your ear the whole time, “keep quiet unless you want them to know how desperate you are for my cock.”
[ m ] : motivation - what gets him going? what turns him on?
kaiser gets turned on by worship and power, plain and simple. he loves compliments, being praised, being looked at like you're in awe of him. that shit goes straight to his dick. he gets off on the ego boost more than almost anything else. the more you feed into his god complex, the harder he gets. also ownership and possession— marking you up, making you say you belong to him, making you wear a collar. basically, anything that makes him feel like the center of your universe and lets him exert control over you gets him going. he wants to be worshipped, feared, and desired all at once.
[ o ] : oral - how skilled is he at oral? does he prefer giving or receiving?
he's actually insanely skilled at oral, but he strongly prefers receiving. he's the type who's made it his mission to be good at everything, so when he goes down on you, he's stupidly good at it. but he much prefers when you get on your knees for him, looking up at him while you worship his cock. he loves the visual of you struggling to fit his girth in your mouth, loves grabbing your hair and controlling the pace, loves hearing you gag and still trying your best for him while he uses your mouth however he wants.
G,N,Q with izana please?? I'm so sorry for being late.
ɞ ⊹ ࣪ a/n : no worries my dear <33 these were too good not to answer!
[ g ] : game - what’s his body count?
izana's body count is surprisingly low for someone so intense. he's picky with his partners and doesn't sleep around just for the sake of it. most people don't interest him enough to even consider touching them. when he does fuck someone, it's usually because he's decided they belong to him in some shape or form. he's had a handful of lovers over the years, but they never last long— either they can't handle his level of control, or he gets bored once he's broken them down. he's not the type to rack up numbers. he wants quality ownership, not quantity.
[ n ] : no - what turns him off? are there any kinks he won’t participate in?
i feel like he's turned off by anything that makes him feel weak. being vulnerable or submissive scares the fuck out of him, and he hates when people try to “fix” him. he generally won’t participate in kinks that require him to be gentle or nurturing, though he will soften up a little after the deed is done, cradling you against his chest while he slowly cards his fingers through your hair.
[ q ] : quick - how long does he last? how many rounds does he go for?
izana lasts a long time and goes for multiple rounds, but not because he's some stamina king. he's calculated and in control, so he can easily hold back and drag things out for as long as he wants. he enjoys the art of breaking someone down, so one round can easily stretch into 20-30 minutes of him edging you, changing positions, and keeping you right on the brink while he stays perfectly composed. he doesn't cum fast because he's not chasing his own pleasure— he's chasing your surrender.
i love you all dearly but pls be kinder to yourselves. there is no wrong way to fandom. there is no wrong way to selfship. there is no wrong way to do *gestures vaguely* any of this. just because someone else might do it differently or get more attention/support does not mean you're wrong and/or should stop doing it altogether
Hello Cass, I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I'm here for your ask game with (1) Mr. Haruchiyo Sanzu with F, J and L. Much love 🖤🩷
ɞ ⊹ ࣪ a/n : oh this one is gonna be juicy orion :3
[ f ] : film - has he ever filmed himself having sex? does he send nudes?
yes to both. quite frequently, actually. he films sex like it's a hobby— he's got multiple folders dedicated to it <3 he'll set his phone up and record everything, sometimes letting you know, sometimes not. sometimes, he'll fuck you with the phone in hand, getting the best angles of his dick wrecking your poor pussy. he's also the type to send you the videos at the worst possible time, like right before work or when you're with other people. dick pics, videos of him stroking himself, sometimes even short clips of him cumming with your name in his mouth. if you don't respond fast enough, he'll start blowing up your phone with more until you do.
[ j ] : jack off - how does he masturbate?
when he's high, it's one of his favorite things to do. he'll pull up a video of you and watch it on loop while he strokes himself, edging himself until his dick aches and his balls are begging to be drained. all the while he's groaning and rambling incoherent shit about how he wishes it was really you instead of his hand. he'll switch to a fleshlight when he's reached his limit, snapping his hips up as he chases his high, eyes glued to the screen. when he finally cums, it's with a choked moan, body jerking as he empties himself deep into the toy. he'll pull out slowly, watching his cum drip out, and more often than not, send you a picture of the mess he made: “this should've been you.”
[ l ] : location - where's the most risque place he’s had sex?
name a place, and sanzu has probably fucked there. he's an adrenaline junkie through and through, so the riskier the location, the more it turns him on. rooftops are a favorite, whether it's the top of some random building on the outskirts of tokyo or the balcony of a high-rise with the city lights below, he loves the wind in his hair and the possibility of someone looking up and seeing you in such a depraved state. alleys are another big one, especially after a fight or while he's on the run. he'll shove you against the wall, gun tucked in his waistband, and rut into you until your moans echo down the street. elevators, backseats of cars, nightclub bathrooms with people standing right outside— he doesn't care. if the mood hits and the opportunity arises, he's taking it.
[ d ] : dark content - does he partake in anything that would be considered dc?
sae is definitely into some dark shit. he's cold enough and egotistical enough that he doesn't have much respect for boundaries. he'll ignore your “wait” or “slow down,” and just keep going because he knows he can. he gets off on the power imbalance and the way you eventually cave and start enjoying it anyway. also,, nonconsensual voyeurism. he'll find ways to watch you when you don't know he's there. hotel rooms, your bedroom through a slightly cracked door. he'll stand there completely silent and watch you touch yourself, sometimes even fucking his fist while he does.
[ k ] : kinks - what’s a kink or two of his?
his two biggest kinks go hand in hand: brat taming and orgasm denial. he has zero patience for brats and it shows. the moment you start acting up or talking back, his whole demeanor shifts. he'll pin you down and fuck the attitude right out of you— rough, deep, and mean. and just when you're at the precipe, ready to topple over the edge, he slows down. you'll babble and beg, but he just stares down at you with a bored expression, “tch. always so greedy to cum. you really think you deserve it after running your mouth like that?” if you've really pissed him off, sometimes he'll pull out of you completely and make you open your mouth, jerking himself right onto your tongue.
[ s ] : sharing - is he open to threesomes? how does he feel about sharing?
most of the time, sae has zero interest in sharing you. he's too proud and too possessive for threesomes. that said, every now and then, he can be convinced— but only because the jealousy it creates is useful to him. seeing you with one of his teammates, especially someone like oliver, lights a fire under him. he'll sit back and watch for a bit, letting you have your fun, then he'll step in and take over. suddenly, he's fucking you like he's trying to erase every trace of the other person, the tip of his cock practically battering against your cervix. “you like his cock that much? then why are you crying for mine?”
loveeee characters who think they're likable but not lovable. characters who know they have surface-level admirable or alluring traits and so make sure to highlight those traits so that nobody looks closer to see what's underneath. characters who know they're hot or clever or cool and use that as a suit of armor so that no one ever gets close to them, because when they strip bare and show their vulnerability they're not any of those things, which means they have nothing left to make up for who they inherently are
