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@xiaos-wrld
Come this way, @xiaos-wrld, to meet your new best friend...
Unfortunately, Moonlit Shelter is closed indefinitely.
Featuring: Zayne, gn!reader
Contents: Hurt/comfort, nightmare(reader), death(in nightmare), kissing, cuddling to a degree
Wordcount: 778
Couple Jankas I drew the past week
big fan of zanka and his oversized cat
crash (1996) but janka
(。•~•。) (˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)
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Distraction (Geto x Reader)
Kinktober Day 21: Squirting This man has my heart ong My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡
Suguru had just finished a dangerous mission, the ugly taste of curses still lingering on his tongue. He felt utterly disgusting. And although Satoru had given him candies to ease the taste of curses on his tongue, it was still very prevalent.
Suguru took a long cold shower and got dressed, heading up to your dorm. He finds you by your desk, head buried in the textbook as you study.
He walks over to you, hugging you tightly, kissing you softly, he pulls back slightly, “is my breath okay?”
“Yes, Suguru. Curses again?”
“Mhm” he scoops you up and takes you over to the bed, “I can still taste them, it’s so disgusting”
You held your boyfriend as he told you about his day. At one point you started braiding his hair as you listened attentively. He rest his head against your breasts, shoulders slumping into you.
“Suguru?”
“I need a distraction right now” he simply states, raising his head up to look at you, “Can I eat you out?”
“Um… yeah” the sudden request caught you off guard, but if it was what your boyfriend wanted, you had no problem giving that to him.
Suguru stripped you down, kissing his way down your body, finally settling between your legs. He gently pecks your pussy, using his fingers to spread your folds open.
He leans down and licks the wetness there, sucking softly on your clit. Suguru positions himself comfortably, propping your legs over his shoulder. He intertwines his fingers with yours, burying his face into your pussy.
Suguru worships your cunt, licking and sucking gently, never once letting up. He closes his eyes, shoving his tongue deep into your hole, for a moment he just stills, grounding himself in the way your walls clench around his tongue.
Suguru makes you cum over and over again until you’re trembling and crying out his name in broken moans. He doesn’t once stop, desperate for your taste to overpower the taste of curses on his tongue.
He continues his ministrations on your pussy, your core tight with pleasure building, threatening to break. Your moans loud and needy, thighs squeezing around his head.
The intense feeling snaps, the dam breaking as you let out a cry of his name, squirting against his face. Suguru latches his mouth on your pussy, drinking down everything you give. His brows furrow as he swallows down your sweet juices.
The sight between your thighs is messy, Suguru's face is drenched and yet he continues to smother himself in your pussy, not letting a drop of you go to waste.
Finally, he props his chin on your mons pubis, looking at you with those dreamy eyes, there is a soft content smile on his face. “I only taste you,” he whispers softly, kissing your tummy, “I love you”
“I love you too” you prop yourself up on your elbows, reaching out and caressing his cheek softly, “So damn much, it pains me to see you suffer like this”
Suguru closes his eyes and lean into your touch, “You make it better”
It became a routine of sorts, anytime Suguru had to swallow those nasty curses, he’d come home and eat you out until you were drenching his face and filling his senses with the taste of you.
One More (Douma x Reader)
Kinktober Day 7: Overstimulation i need him My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡
You had lost count of how many times the bastard made you come. Truly, you were at your wits end. The night started just like any other with your needy playful husband sweet talking you and whispering sweet naughty words against your skin.
Pressing soft teasing kisses in all of your sensitive spots. Then guiding you to the couch and pampering you with affection. Letting your hair down from the braid it was in, massaging your scalp, brushing your hair, and kissing your shoulder.
Douma kisses got more heated as the night progressed, fangs gracing against your neck as he sucks hickeys onto your sensitive skin.
Then he had you spread out, sitting on his lap, his legs spread wide to keep yours open. He sneakily slid his hands down your body, toying with your clit.
He was rambling on about testing your limits, wanting you to make him proud but with the way he worked your body you couldn’t focus on his words.
Head rolling back against his shoulder as you cum for the umpteenth time. Douma has one hand pressed against your plush tummy, the other working torturously against your clit. Two fingers buried deep inside you as he pumps them relentlessly.
Truthfully he wanted to test how many of his fingers you could fit in that sweet little pussy but you forbid him from fingering you with his nails and he only clipped two before you two started.
And he wasn’t about to let that stop him, two fingers was all he needed to wreck his sweet wife.
He leans down, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking down at the work of art between your thighs, slick everywhere and you’re dripping on his pants.
Douma whispers filthy promises of what he plans to do to you tonight, he laughs when he feels you clench around his fingers. Then he pulls them out of your weary hole and lands a sharp slap against your throbbing clit.
You scream out, thighs shaking, “Such a greedy little thing” he muses sweetly, rubbing soothing circles over your sensitive bud.
“Ssshh,” he nips at your earlobe, “I know you can give me one more, you want to make me proud, don’t you, sweetheart?” his voice is condescending and his words make you want to scream and cry in frustration, in defeat.
Douma uses his fingertip, his sharp nail, to trace your folds, “One day I’m going to carve my name into this fat pussy so that the world knows you belong to me” he promises. His other hand grabs your chin and turns your face, he captures your lip in a hungry all-consuming kiss.
“One more, pretty wife” he coos, thumb already back on your clit, middle and ring finger slipping inside you with ease from how wet you are, “Gimme one more, make me so proud” he says giddily, fingers working relentlessly inside your gummy walls, abusing that sweet spot.
Your thighs clench and you cry out his name, hands flying down to grip his wrist in a weak attempt to push him away, it feels so good, too good, you want him to stop but you want to explode from the pressure building inside your core.
He pinches your clit and that’s it, you squirt, hard. It soaks his hands, his pants, making a mess underneath you. You cry out as he keeps going, keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers inside you.
Too much, too much, too much!!!
“Almost there” he praises softly, kissing your head
You can barely think straight, vision going blurry as you slip in and out of consciousness, finally passing out against Douma.
Burn for Me (Benimaru x Reader)
Kinktober Day 27: Temperature Play Ladies & germs i am not caught up with fire force so don't come for me My work: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡
For weeks you've been pestering your husband with the idea. And for weeks Shinmon has been saying no.
Why did the god he didn't believe in gift him with a stubbornly persistent wife like you. But, goodness, did he love you.
So when you asked again, for the millionth time, he caved. In his defense, anyone would if they saw your mesmerizing eyes and beautiful smile. He was a simple man he'd like to think, simple indeed.
With a sigh, he tsk and encircled your waist with his strong arms, drawing you closer to him
"Are you happy?" He asks in amusement, a soft smile present on his face.
"Mhm"
"This is dangerous, you're aware I could burn you"
"I trust you"
"Foolish woman" he leaned down and kissed you softly.
"First and only time, I'm just indulging you because you are as curious as those strays you feed"
The smile that takes over your face is contagious, damn you for making his heart feel like this.
He kisses your shoulder, helping you out of your kimono. He heats the tips of his fingers, slowly dragging them down your side. He can't deny the satisfaction he gets from your soft gasps and shudders.
He kneels in front of you, kissing your tummy. He eases your panties down your thighs, letting his fingertips, still warm from his flames, deliberately dragging down your thighs.
You card your fingers through his hair, effectively brushing the strands away from his face.
Shinmon guides one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand gripping your hips. He buries his face between your thighs. The heat there rivaling the heat on his fingertips. "You are..." he sighs deeply, "Perfect. And all mine"
Benimaru licks and sucks your cunt, messily making out with your pussy. He grabs your ass, fingers hot against the soft fat there, burying his nose between your folds, tongue deep in your pussy.
He hoisted you up swiftly, lifting you up and taking you over to the bed. He cages you with his body, burying his face into your neck. He bites your neck, hands spreading your thighs wider to slot himself in between them.
His fingers are hot against your soft flesh, holding your legs open as he ruts against your heat. “I need you, my love” he grunts, guiding his cock between your folds. He presses his thumb against his cock, keeping the thick monstrous length between your folds are he guides his cock between your wetness.
He uses his powers to heat up his cock, guiding his hot cock into your equally hot cunt. Groaning softly when you clamp down tightly around him.
He groans and starts thrusting like a feral beast into you, hot cock deep in your pussy is deliciously overwhelming. He keeps you spread open as he buries himself deeper and deeper, chasing that peak.
His hands are heated on your body, lips burning against your throat as he bites hickeys after hickeys onto your skin. His cock hot into your gummy walls as he forces himself deeper and deeper.
Benimaru cums with you, his lips finding yours in the heat of the moment, swallowing your moans, he keeps himself buried deep inside you.
Shinmon rolls you over, keeping his cock inside of you, holding you on his chest. He kisses your forehead softly, “Did I hurt you?”
“No, can we do it again”
“No.”
A yellow glow creeped along the shadowed floor. The lanterns they emenated from sat in the ever busy hall. A door was slid shut. Clothes then rustled softly in the corner.
Your back still turned to the entrance, you opened an eye. Half-asleep, you still replied, "Welcome back."
More shifting.
Then, a dip in the mattress behind you.
"Y'know, you don't have ta keep waitin' up for me."
You hummed softly, smile subconsciously working itself on your lips. Maybe it was the familiar rasp of voice, the heap of warmth comforting your back, or the muscular pull of arms drawing you closer, but you couldn't keep the giddy joy from blooming in your chest.
"I know, but I like the extra time with you."
A gentle nuzzle into the nape of your neck.
"You see me everyday ... Surprised you're not tired of me yet."
A giggle held back by fingers to your lips. "I could never."
And it was true. Even after days and days of repeated minute long check ins, you never grew tired of seeing him, hearing him, or anything of the sort. All it did was make you more excited for those almost routinely moments. Though you weren't sure if there was ever a way you could convince him you meant that.
"Did everything go well today?"
"Mhmm. The girls caused more trouble than usual but it was handled."
"Hika and Hina? I can take care of them for you tomorrow."
"It's alright, Konro's on it."
"Damn, beat me to it again."
"I asked him to."
As you shifted around, he used a strong arm to lift the blanket till you were face to face. His tired eyes were half-lidded, brows relaxed from their frown, and thick lips set in their usual pout. His pulse was low and steady, a natural lullaby to sooth you to sleep. The X and O of his pupils tracked you slowly. Nature's way of allowing him to say "hugs and kisses" without needing to open his mouth, you liked to joke, the deep pink of his irises used as further evidence as they were "the color of love" (he was not amused).
"Why not ask me? I'm sure he'd like a break too."
"Cause we're going out tomorrow." He placed a large hand on your hip, thumb caressing the soft flesh. "And I'm waking you up early so get some sleep."
"Not if I wake up first."
"Heh, sure."
"I'm really looking forward to it. But, you know I can help you out with things like this."
He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "Thanks, but I don't want them to cause you trouble. I know they developed more of my ... less admirable qualities."
Smiling, you draped an arm over his back. Fingers traced the outline of well-defined muscles and down the length of his spine. Maybe it was cause of his training or cause he was simply used to it, but he didn't shiver or flinch under your ministrations.
"Well if I can handle you, I think I can handle two kids."
His lips finally curled into that rare smile. "I'm sure you could."
A deep yawn escaped him and you subconsciously followed suit.
"Get some sleep. You stayed up late waiting for me so I'm sure you're tired."
You tucked your head against his firm chest. His warm scent enveloped your senses like a cozy hearth, another factor that would ease your into a quick slumber. He rested his chin atop you, large arms hugging you closer.
"Since you work so hard everyday, I'll let you rest. But we're talking about this tomorrow."
"After tomorrow."
"Why not tomorrow?"
"Like I said, I'm taking you out. No worrying about anything but where you wanna go next and if you're happy."
Closing your eyes, a smile lifted your lips.
"Alright, fine. After tomorrow. But don't think a day out is gonna make me forget you keep going to Konro for help."
He nipped at your ear. "I'm sure I can find other things to distract you with. Now go to sleep."
You laughed and nuzzled closer. "Goodnight Captain Shinmon, you stubborn lug."
"Not the Captain right now. Just Benimaru."
You kissed his jaw, "Goodnight, Benimaru. See you in the morning."
ragbros come home … ragbros …
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some of my reeeeally old licht stuff
“put. that. down,” you hiss.
you swear, you need to grow eyes in the back of your head.
zayne’s hand freezes on the roof of your nearly finished gingerbread house, where it was seconds from stealing yet another gumdrop.
he clears his throat, wise enough to look guilty. “it was crooked. i was merely straightening it.”
snorting, you grab an extra tube of icing and shut the top drawer. “you’ve eaten at least six of them already, and that’s only the ones i’ve seen. were you straightening those, too?”
“i was.”
“oh, really? so you’re criticizing my decorating skills now?”
“…is it too late to change my answer?”