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chosovixen · 8 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ Pegging them

❖ Characters: Bachira, Reo, Barou

❖ Reader: female

❖ Wordcount: 2.5k

❖ Summary: You're pegging them for the first time

❖ WARNINGS: dom!reader, anal fingering, pegging, usage of buttplugs, praising, handjobs, mentions of masturbation, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia

❖ A/n: this idea was born in a chat with @crybabylisa and enabled by @mrskenmakozume and @deskaisers kinda hating and loving you guys for this 🫶

☰ Bachira:

Bachira wasn't shy when it came to what feels good and what he wants to try out with you, his endless stamina making it hard to get all powered out before his cock got too sensitive to touch. It took you by surprise when he suggested trying out anal play but you would never judge him, agreeing to it if he guided you through it by telling you exactly what he wanted you to do. His sweet grin grew even wider when he reached into his bag and pulled some toys out, a bashful expression on his face “good because I already got all this on the way home” he admitted sheepish, letting you look through the array of butt plugs, lube and different sized straps. It was clear by his expression that he was excited to get started, not wanting to wait any longer since buying all of this got him rock hard and aching for your touch already.

More than eager Bachira leaped into your lap, his neediness clear in the way he kissed you and when he started rutting into your hand, making you stroke his cock over his pants until he was whimpering into the kiss, your touch too much but not enough as he quickly undressed himself and got onto all fours. The surprise was written all over your face when you saw a glittering stone sitting snug between his cheeks, the blush creeping onto his face “couldn't wait…” he admitted sheepish, giving his leaking dick a few desperate strokes as you regain your composure, adoring his neediness. Your lover whined when you gently tucked on the buttplug, pulling it out just to stuff it back in with a smirk on your face “you're even more sensitive there, hm?” You teased when he nodded helplessly as you removed the plug from his puckered hole, watching it gape slightly before applying some more lube to his already glistening hole, two of your fingers slowly slipping in to massage his insides which made him hold onto the sheets tightly. “So good… always dreamed of you doing it for me” he whined, admitting to fingering himself from time to time when he's touching himself. “Is that so, bumblebee?” You ask with a grin, the pads of your finger finding his prostate, letting him see stars “yes! Yes! Gonna cum! G-gonna-” he started thrusting his hips against your hand, angrily fisting his cock when you picked up the pace, massaging his prostate. Bachira moaned and whined when his orgasm rippled through his body, hot cum painting the bedsheets white as his thighs started to shake from the intensity.

Slowly you removed your fingers and pressed a kiss to the dimple on his lower back “you're so sensitive, Bumblebee” you mused and let your hands caress his shaking thighs, your nails raking over his delicate skin when you saw how hard he was even after he just came, his hole clenching and aching to be filled once again. “Strap. The strap” he babbled, his head barely able to form a sentence, the high of his orgasm still lingering on his mind like a curtain of fog. Bachira barely had the strength to help you put the strap on, the dildo quite big but he wanted it, lubing it up with eager hands before throwing his body onto the back, his thighs pressed to his chest ao you could easily line yourself up. “And you're sure?” You asked once more, the toy appearing so big when you wrapped your hand around it to push it inside of your waiting boyfriend who nodded eager “yes please fuck me… I need you, flower” he whined, already palming himself in anticipation when he felt the tip nudge past the tight ring of muscles. With each inch that disappeared inside of him, his whines got louder and more desperate, his hands digging into his thighs which left crescent dents in his skin.

Precum smeared onto his abs when you pushed the last inch into him, stilling your movements entirely until you felt him rocking upwards, allowing you to start off slow. The feeling of a dildo inside of him was a foreign feeling but the way his eyes crossed and he whined for more and more reassured you that he was into it, screaming and crying out in pleasure when he finally convinced you to pound into him, spurts of cum shooting over his abs and chest as you milked his prostate yet another time, ready to slow down but bachira eagerly pulled you down to kiss you hungrily. “Please flower. More” he whimpered, already overstimulated from the attention you gave him but he enjoyed it far too much to risk you pulling out now. Bachira was entirely drunk on the feeling of getting pegged, begging for you when the tears streamed over his face as yet another orgasm shook his body, the cum flowing over your hand as you continued to jerk him off, the strap deep inside of him.

☰ Reo:

Reo didn't even know what a strap really was, never having looked into that kind of stuff before but while he helped you sorting out your closet he came across your toy box, holding up the strap which made you throw the shirt you were currently holding into his face so you can take it away from him. He knew you had partners before him but his newest discovery left him curious. From time to time he liked to use a vibrator on you, he even teased you relentlessly with a buttplug and that's when it dawned on him what the device he just held in his hands was for, a blush spreading on his cheeks when even you realized that he knows. It was his conversation topic number one for weeks on end, asking you all sorts of questions until you caved in “if you want me to peg you, just say so, Reo” you sighed, hating how he was beating around the bush but truth be told, he wasn't even sure if that's what he wanted. You eased him into it slowly, starting to introduce the idea of anal play whenever you two got intimate, wanting him to find out like this if it's something he likes. The only rule he had was that everything you do to him, he would be allowed to do with you as well which you were unsure about at first but agreed, finding it reasonable. Your boyfriend always had his focus on your pleasure before him so he would never do something that doesn't leave you screaming his name in ecstasy, wondering where his bratty ass learned to eat you out like this.

Reo’s pretty eyes were brimming with tears when your circled your tongue over his puckered hole before leaving a generous amount of spit there only to rub it in with your thumb, earning the prettiest moans from him. He kneeled in front of your full body mirror, allowing you to watch his face when you played with his behind. The pink tint on his cheeks didn't seem to leave when he looked at his reflection, an image of a whiney brat looking back at him which made him blush even more. “Do you want to watch them slip in, pretty boy?” You asked with a warm smile, the tip of your middle finger pushing past the ring of muscles to let him know what you meant and he nodded softly. “Use your words” you warned him, pulling away to signal that he will lose your touch without verbal consent “yes please” his voice came out more like a squeal before he turned around. Reo looked over his shoulder into the mirror, seeing how you spread his cheeks with utmost care before pushing one, then two lubed fingers into his tight hole, his eyes threatening to roll back from the pleasure he felt right away. The first time you fingered him it was almost painful but the more you did it, the faster his cock twitched, aching to be touched and now he was a moaning mess just from feeling them slip into his tight hole. “I think I'm ready today” he moaned out, eagerly spreading his own cheeks to get a better view of your fingers sinking into his hole repeatedly. “You sure, baby boy?” You asked curious to which he nodded “absolutely” he reassured you, knowing you want to hear him say it.

His butt was gaping ever so slightly when you pulled your slick fingers out, his hands still spreading his cheeks apart. The absence of your fingers were mourned with a whine full of desperation but you didn't make him wait much longer to be filled and stretched further than ever before. The strap was quickly secured and you moved him around to watch his face in the mirror once more, his hips prepped up on two pillows. “Next time I'll make you suck it and beg for this” you teased him with a smirk, the purple tip of the dildo nudging against his puckered hole, letting him feel the slight vibration which came on your end, moaning softly as the base made sure to tease your clit perfectly with its vibrations. Reo’s eyes widened when it slipped inside of him so easily, seeing your proud smile in the reflection of the mirror. “You're taking me so well, pretty boy. So eager” you praised before holding onto his hips tightly, gently grinding into him to get him used to being so full. His entire body went limp when you brushed his prostate for the first time, aching cock grinding against the pillow beneath which almost tipped him over the edge right away. His jaw went slack as desperate moans left his sweet lips, having to watch himself getting fucked in the mirror and god he looked so pathetic like this. Your hips remained a steady and slow rhythm that stole his breath, his lungs feeling so empty yet so full with air. Was he drowning in pleasure? He wondered, his orgasm building with the way you rocked into him, feeling the soft vibrations against his prostate and hearing your beauty moans. Your gentle fingers were sure to leave bruises as you came undone, shuddering as you tried to plow into him, the slow pace getting more erratic when you started to feel overstimulated, juices running down your legs from the sweet noises your lover made, humping the pillow beneath him as he came undone, crying out your name as he tried to pull your strap deeper inside of him.

☰ Barou:

Barou didn't want to agree to your proposal, wishing to rip your head off for even requesting something like…this. But he also promised you that he's open to everything and willing to try everything at least once so maybe it could feel nice? You could see how he was fighting himself over a simple question and decided to let it rest to not trouble him any further. He was so sure that it couldn't feel this good, having his poor back entrance spread open and left gaping but he remembered the way you were reduced to a drooling mess when he pounded into your puckered hole, fingers buried in your dripping cunt… so maybe? Before realizing it he reached out to hold onto your wrist “let's do it. One single time and we never speak of it again” he said through gritted teeth and you gave him a look “Sho, we don't need to if you don't-” you couldn't finish your sentence before he interrupted you “I said we do it” he growled, knowing you wouldn't force him into anything he didn't want. His lips found yours in an angry kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth uninvited and with such force it almost knocked the breath out of your lungs. Your gentle hands found their way into his hair before pulling him off of you harshly “just stop being such a brute for once” you hissed and bent him over the edge of the bed and he surprisingly let you. His muscles ripped beneath your touch like an ever lasting earthquake when you raked your nails over his broad back, wanting to see how much he will take before snapping.

All it took for him to hold your wrist in an iron grip was your middle finger slipping into his lubed hole “don't you dare doing that” he growled, brows furrowed in anger which left you confused. “Sho, I need to prep you, it will hurt otherwise” you tried to reason, your finger slowly retreating from his puckered hole when his jaw clenched up “i don't care. We only do it once anyways” words spitting out of him like venom and if you didn't knew it any better you wouldn't go any further with him but he insisted on trying it out once despite his body tensing at every touch on his backside. A long sigh fell from your lips when you applied lube to the strap that was already tightly secured to your hips, fearing that the sight of it was what made him so nervous. Barou remained unmoving, still bent over the edge of the bed, his cock rubbing against the outside of the cold frame when you applied more lube to his puckered hole just to be sure.

Your lovers knuckles went white from how hard he gripped onto the sheets, only the tip of the relatively small dildo lodged between his cheeks “just- push it in at once” he hissed through gritted teeth, the pain driving him insane as you did what he asked you for. The foreign feeling of being full and split in half left his head spinning and his mind racing “h-hah” a single strained moan leaving his lips when you shifted your weight, barely moving. After what felt like an eternity he nodded, giving you the permission to start moving to which you obeyed, gentle thrusts against his sore hole left him sweating, black hair sticking to his forehead. “Shh it's okay Shoei… let me help you” you mumbled before kissing his muscled back. Barou couldn't ask what you meant, feeling his favorite fleshlight wrap around his cock like a perfect sleeve, a loud moan escaping it. “That's it. Now keep thrusting, baby” you encouraged him, making him fuck the toy while simultaneously fucking himself with the strap, leaving his mind torn to pieces before only pushing back against you, the pleasure winning him over as you too started moving now. Drool leaked onto the clean sheets beneath him as he moaned, low rumbles roaring from his chest when he fucked back with such an intensity that almost knocked you off, making you pound him harder and harder until he was screaming your name, his cum coating the bedframe as you continued to milk his prostate with the strap and his cock with the fleshlight, driving him into overstimulation but you needed to hear him whine just once since he never experienced an orgasms this intense. Maybe you were right and this feels good… maybe he would come back to it again.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet

#reblogs⋆.*#fuuuck i’m literally shaking this is so good😫#bachira x reader #reo x reader #barou x reader #bachira smut #barou smut #reo smut

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chosovixen · 8 months

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astarion who cant go out into the sun anymore. he longs to feel the warmth of it again but is forever doomed to the darkness. that is, until he met you. not only do you lighten up his life in every way imaginable — you’ve managed to offer him the very sun itself.

every morning you bask in the warm glow by the window in your bedroom. he watches in awe as the sunshine delicately, intimately kisses your skin that almost has him feeling a little jealous of it. he’s never seen a more perfect sight as you stand there soaking up every ray you can collect before laying back down in his awaiting arms.

the feeling of your warm skin pressed up against him melts the icy layer around his heart — the very one you had been chipping your way into since the moment you met. honestly, he can’t recall how the sun felt on his skin when he was able to be out in it, but he knows it could never amount to the way you do it for him now.

#reblogs⋆.*#idk who this is but my god!!#bg3 x reader #bg3 x you #astarion x reader

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chosovixen · 8 months

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princess of daydreams

knight!megumi x princess!reader

Warning: heavy pining, masturbation, corruption kink, virginity loss (kind of), unprotected sex (kind of + pull out method used).

An: this was only supposed to be a drabble ._. got carried away.

minors do not interact/ 18+ only

He’s always been stoic. A true rule follower to his core. He luckily hasn’t had to go out and risk his life for a pointless war that brings nothing but death for months only for the two kingdoms to come to a stupid truce. That’s the one thing he doesn’t see himself doing. Fighting to keep up with a king’s inflated ego. That’s why he was happy to be assigned under the royal guard. But that wasn’t the only reason he was content with his position.

Sapphire orbs drink up layers of ribbon and silks every time he sees you. He hated those huge puffy dresses on you, obscuring him from seeing your true frame. Makes him feel perverted when he thinks any of those thoughts and they’re so often. He sits up straighter every time you pass him. When your eyes meet he feels his throat dry and his hands clam up. Then there’s that sweet smile you always greet him with.

That moment always feels like sunshine beaming on his face. Like the air was sucked from his lungs and he has to take a gulp of fresh air. It gets to him so bad. That smile replays in his daydreams when his mind isn’t occupied with anything else. It’s even worse at night when his imagination really takes over.

Alone in his own chambers, he imagines what you look like in your night clothes or maybe even nothing at all. He feels so ashamed when he becomes aroused from the thought. Megumi always imagines what you would whisper to him if he had you here with him. He wonders if you would be hesitant in the case of keeping your innocence because of your status.

He thinks about corrupting you, convincing you to give him your first time under the idea that he’s helping you, showing you how to please your future husband. And you, so sweet and naive, give it to him willingly so you can be a good future wife.

Megumi shudders thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, instructing you not to use your teeth. Your mouth would be so warm and he wants to cum in it so bad and tell you to swallow it. He feels sick for thinking about kissing you afterwards.

Then he gets you under him, preps you so sweetly since it’s your first time and you need lubrication. Instead he just wanted to taste you. He thinks about how good you probably taste and how you would squirm from his tongue. He would make sure you finish on his mouth before trying out his fingers. He starts with one and soothes you when you cry, kissing away your tears. He would admire your beauty here and silently wish you were his. Then the second finger. By then you’re moving your hips in tandem with his fingers and you come undone again.

It’s so warm, with your bodies pressed together and nothing but the moonlight illuminating your guys’ features. With a couple sloppy kisses shared Megumi lines himself up with your purity. This is the part of the imagination where Megumi starts to touch himself.

Rough, calloused hands, used to holding a sword, grasps his hard cock. He sighs out, jaw slacking a bit and sapphire eyes closing. He smears the pre dribbling from his slit onto his cock. His hips rock to fuck up into his fist and he moans softly from the slight relief. He knows you would feel so much better wrapped around him.

His imagination runs wild with the thought of finally easing himself into you. He would shush you when you cry out to him that it hurts. “You want to be a noble wife, right? Then we can’t get caught. Quiet my lady.” He gets halfway before pulling out and pushing back in even farther. It starts to get easier for you to take him, your cunt opening up for him with every slight push of his hips.

Your nails dig into his strong forearms as you whine and keen for him. His lips mold with yours to shush you and he changes the position slightly to spread you even more open for him. The back of your knees rest in the crooks of his elbows and the pain returns again as he digs himself deeper into you. He wants to curse aloud and moan out your name so you know what you do to him.

“S- sir it’s deep,” you whisper to him as he keeps his pace slow.

“That’s the point,” he speaks in the dark. “Your husband is going to want to impregnate you the first night of your marriage. He needs to be close to your womb. Therefore this position is very common.” You don’t even question him because Megumi makes you feel safe. He’s supposed to. He’s a knight of the royal guard.

His hand speeds up and a hiss sounds from his lips as he imagines his balls clapping against against your ass every time he thrusts back in. He thinks about how well you would take it despite being a sweet little virgin. And all because you want to please your future husband, whoever he shall be. But in that moment you’re Megumi’s and Megumi’s alone.

You two try to stay quiet but it feels too good. Each other’s names whispered against your lips as you shared sweet kisses. A groan and a curse from Megumi and a shaky moan and whimpers from you. The bed creaks a bit from all the movement and Megumi can feel himself getting close. “I’m almost there,” he moans softly. You pull him in for another kiss, this one a bit messier and needier than the others.

It has him flinging to the edge and it disappoints him that he has to pull out. But he does, stroking his pretty cock over your body, cumming with a low, “fuck”.

He spills into his hand, some of it getting onto his lower abdomen. In his daydream though, he finishes on your bosom that he still wishes he could see with his own eyes.

Here comes the shame that approaches with these nightly thoughts. He shouldn’t be thinking about even doing that to you. But he always wonders if you would take him up on the offer if he ever asked. With a sigh he cleans himself up and takes himself back to bed, absolutely angry at himself for wanting to corrupt the princess.

Meanwhile he doesn’t know that you think of him, the pretty knight that fights with the fierceness of fire, when playing in your pretty cunt. Your nightly routine also included a made up scenario of him accompanying you to his chamber and filling you to the brim. Maybe one day you’ll order him to your room so you can enact your fantasy. But for now you two rely on your imagination to get you through these lonely nights.

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tags: @luxekeyah @chosovixen @noritopia

#reblogs⋆.*#ma'am your big brain bro!!#i love this and i can't put into words how much i fucking love it #i literally crave more #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk smut #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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chosovixen · 8 months

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Having horny thoughts about Yuuji 🫠 His boxer briefs would be so comfy to wear so you'd steal them from his stash to wear around the house with just a large t-shirt on (probably his as well 🤣). Yuuji would absolutely love the way the fabric stretches across your ass and the way it fits you. Sometimes he'd walk past you, lift the back of your shirt and give your ass a few playful smacks or grope you. Sometimes you unknowingly tease him by lying on the couch/bed on your belly, the curve of your ass tempting him to mount you or eat you out from behind. I just want a domestic life with him 😭😭😭

Yuuji x Reader (gender-neutral). 18+. Smut, oral, creampie. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Thank you so much for sending me this!! It's so delicious.

It always drives Yuuji crazy to see you walking around in his clothes. His heart always feels so full when you steal his hoodies or his shirts. But seeing you in his boxer briefs does something special to Yuuji and his cock. It's so intimate somehow. It makes his head spin! He loves living with you, loves sharing his life with you, and he loves seeing your cute round ass fill out his boxer briefs.

Yuuji is so distracted. He can't get anything done because his gaze is glued to your cute ass while Yuuji is practically drooling. He can't help but give your ass in his boxers a playful slap when you bend over in front of him while he's sitting on the couch.

You squeal and laugh, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend, and Yuuji smiles at you with that sweet horny grin and tells you,

"Fuck, cutie. You look so cute in my boxers! It drives me insane!"

He can't help but wrap his strong arms around you and pull you against him, making you gasp when Yuuji rubs his pretty face lovingly against your ass before he pulls the boxer briefs down to eat you right there, keeping you in place with his strong hands on your hips moaning loudly against your heat as his tongue fucks needily into you until you cum so hard on his pretty face that you scream his name.

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When you lie next to him on the bed with your juicy ass so temptingly on display in Yuuji's tight boxer briefs, you can be sure that a large warm hand will land on your ass sooner than later. How is Yuuji supposed to focus on the movie when you look so delicious? He is your horny boyfie who is desperately in love with you! He wants to touch you! He wants to make you feel good!

Yuuji's strong fingers knead your ass cheeks, and he murmurs something about wanting to give you a massage. Cute as fuck!! But you know this isn't about wanting to give you a massage but about Yuuji being horny. And soon, a thick finger is pumping in and out of you, fucking you open while Yuuji watches with hungry eyes and strokes his needy cock with his other hand, already whimpering from how bad he wants to be inside you.

It doesn't take long before you are on all fours, your face buried in the pillow, your ass up, and Yuuji is pounding into you with hard deep thrusts while he caresses your back and kneads your ass and leaves sweet, tender kisses all over your neck, moaning into your ear how much he loves you and how lucky he is that you moved in with him.

Yuuji doesn't stop until he feels you cumming so sweetly on his fat cock, sobbing his name into the pillow and milking him with your tight wet heat. He can't stop moaning your name as he joins you, fucking his orgasm deep into you, giving you a nice hot creampie.

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You notice Yuuji's boxer briefs lying on the bed more often now after he does the laundry, almost as if he is begging you to wear them ;)

#reblogs⋆.*#is this too much to ask for??#i'll start crying #jjk smut #yuuji smut #yuji x reader #yuji x you

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chosovixen · 8 months

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hehehe thanks babes🥺

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i love and appreciate y'all so much!!

I wanna try and start a new thing. You can’t see anyone’s followers counts, so I just have a few mutuals that I, based on nothing, assume are just famous. Let’s start a chain to just show people how cool we think they are.

My favourite celebrities are: @when-emma-falls-in-love13 @sugarfoodie @allegory-buried @sharpasanaro and @finleycannotdraw

#reblogs⋆.*

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chosovixen · 8 months

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thinking about semi-public sex with ryuzaki…

cw :: smut, public sex, corruption kink (kind of??), ditzy reader, stalking

that man had you in the palm of hands, almost too pliable and close to naive but he promised that he would take care of you and give you whatever you wanted so there was no harm in being that way.

ryuzaki followed you and you knew, did you care? not particularly, because he was protecting you from the big scary men you were always afraid of. leading him throughout the dark park where not that many people resided at the moment but it was perfect.

of course, ryu knew your game — he always did and it never stopped him from outsmarting you. so he took a shortcut, he knew away to get to you faster. he knew because of his obsessive tendencies, he was obsessed with you and that wasn’t going to change for a while.

you were confused, the steps behind you weren’t there anymore, you wondered where they could’ve gone but nonetheless; he always found you. a hand pulls you from the side, your back colliding with the tunnel wall softly. there he stood, ryuzaki looking you in your eyes, not a thought behind them — he never thought about anything but if he did then it was about you every single time.

“ryu~” your meek voice called out, his lips on yours before you could finish. hands on your waist, roaming your body in ways that you’d never forget. your hands landed on his shoulders, gripping them tightly and pulling him closer. no matter how much he followed you or how much he was obsessed with you — you liked it.

lips leaving yours, cold tingles remain there and he finally utters a word, “i like the way you say my name. doesn’t leave room for you to say anyone else’s name.” it may’ve seem presumptuous but not to him, not when he knew just how much you enjoyed being watched by him.

you want him, of course you do. how could you not? he was the least scary guy you’ve come across and he cared about you. he really did, he cared enough to take care of you right now.

lips on your neck, sucking and biting trying so desperately to leave his mark on you. your breathy moans and soft whimpers like music to his ears. he craved you, wanted you more than you would ever know.

so was that why his hands toyed with the waistband of your jeans? why he let your sounds of pleasure lead his slender fingers to unbutton your jeans? taking you by surprise but you weren’t going to deter him.

not when you were soaking, dripping something so supple that it makes him dizzy. “ryu, there could be people around..” only words to leave you before a whine shoves its way out your mouth.

he pulls back again, “there isn’t anyone around.” you looked pensive, nervous, worried someone may hear you or find you, “didn’t i say that i would take care of you?”

biting your lip, you were convinced. he did say that and he’s been living up to it, so you pulled him back into you. his fingers teasing the lining of your panties, snapping them against your skin causing a gasp to come out of you. his tongue clouding your judgement with the way it curled around yours.

he pulled back again and there was no hiding the needy whine that came from you, he wanted to see how good he can make you feel. your lips part when his fingers toy with your folds, a small smirk appears on his face. slender and calculated fingers teased you making your knees buckle together but he would keep you upright.

“i haven’t even got to feel your pussy in all its entirety but you’re willing to give it to me? almost begging me…” his words echoing throughout your brain, teeth biting your earlobe and harsh breaths falling from his lips. he’s been affected in the same way as you, of course he has.

he gets to have his favorite girl handed to him on a silver platter. why wouldn’t he be going insane.

a/n :: this one is actually one of my fave things that i’ve written.

#reblogs⋆.*#you have ALL my attention #death note #ryuzaki #ryuzaki death note #death note x reader #ryuzaki x reader

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chosovixen · 8 months

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#i'll fight you #jjk choso #choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen

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chosovixen · 8 months

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#reblogs⋆.*#one piece #sanji #my maaaaaan!!

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chosovixen · 8 months

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edgy goth sukuna tattoos choso can i get a helll yeaaaa baby

#reblogs⋆.*#ooou wee😫#choso #jjk art #fanart #jujutsu kaisen

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chosovixen · 8 months

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POSITIONS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. sanji vinsmoke !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : sanji always liked missionary, but he was eager to broaden his horizons with you once you give him a proper taste.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. brief mention of blood (this man & his nosebleeds) mentions of creampie, overall vanilla sex — wc : 500 words

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : starting to post my fics that are just sitting in my drafts. i asked risu which character to post first and here we are with sanji <33 enjoy !!

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)♡*.ﾟ

sanji always loved to take you in missionary. there was something so special to him about seeing your pretty face, slotting his body on top of yours and being as close as possible.

loved pressing his forehead against yours to gaze into your eyes. or better yet, when you carefully push back his slightly damp bangs out of his eyes so you could see his face better.

loved to wrap his arms behind your back, pulling you towards him to press your chests together — utterly driving him insane when he feels your nipples brushing against his.

above all, he loved seeing your precious face. intently watching each beautiful expression morph into bliss as he drove you closer to your pleasure, using your reactions to guide his way there for you.

but one day, you insist on changing positions.

he wasn’t so sure, in fact, he hasn’t ever done anything besides missionary so he didn’t even know how to go about it. but luckily, he had you to show him the way.

it started when you climbed into his lap, effectively kickstarting his old habits. after the initial gush of blood coming out of his nose and a few overly enthusiastic compliments — he simmered back down the moment you slid down on his cock.

it took him a second to try to not come instantly, but the way you were perched up in his lap, your chest directly in front of his face, your hands delicately resting on his shoulders — he couldn’t help it.

but he always had so much more to give you.

he soon realized that maybe new positions were a good thing. a different way for him to worship and love your body. his tongue running all over your chest, circling around your nipples as you bounced on his cock.

it was truly heaven watching you use him to get yourself off. your soft mewls fired up his core, driving his hips up further to meet yours. there was no way he’d want to stop having you like this. it might have even taken over as his new favorite position.

but something else overcomes him when he has you on all fours. the way you look so beautiful presenting yourself for him has his mind going drunk with satisfaction.

knowing that only he could ever have you like this, driving himself further into your warm cunt, deeper than he has ever gone — has him losing his control.

he’s still sweet, but there’s an edge to it now. his hips erratically snapping against you. he feels so high, so overwhelmed with the control you graciously gave him.

it’ll even have him reaching over to take one of his cigarettes, smoking it while his thrusts never falter. the view he has is one of the best ones he’s ever seen. screw the all blue, this right here was his life’s dream.

being able to admire your body from any angle is a new game he adamantly wants to play. so expect him to try and throw you in any position at any time. he has a lot of new things he wants to explore now that he knows how willing you are to help him.

#reblogs⋆.*#i-#i love sanji so much it’s not even funny #this was so intimate and beautiful oh my lord #sanji vinsmoke #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #sanji smut #one piece smut

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Gamer boyfie Kuna headcanons

These headcanons are inspired by @windlullaby-arts super sexy fanart of gamer boyfie Kuna. You said you would like someone to write about him, so I did it ;) I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for blessing us with that sexy art!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, dirty talk, creampie, oral, cum-eating, possessive Sukuna, implied possibility of getting overheard during sex. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks so cool and so sexy, sitting there dressed all in black with his cute cat-ear headset, eyes focused on the game he is playing. But when you walk into the room, he always has time to wink at you and make a kissy face.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who is so proud when his teammates hear you through his mic and ask if that is his girl.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who loves to show you off when he asks you to join him and his boys for a game. But who gets possessive when they talk too much to you and try to hit on you in the chat. "Back off, I know she is perfect, but she is mine. You wouldn't stand a chance against me anyways."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smirks so smugly when you walk over to him and press a kiss onto his cheek afterward, whispering in his ear that he is your only, while he starts the next round with his online friends, who complain that they already miss you.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who grins when you crawl under his desk and unbuckle his belt and open the zipper of his skinny black jeans. Who bites his lip when his thick cock slaps against your face before you take his gorgeous dark-pink tip in your mouth and suckle so sweetly on it.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tries his best to play a good game, even while you blow him under his desk. But in the end, he can't hold back and just fucks your mouth. One large hand lands in your hair, tugging on it, and his hips buck while he moans, "Fuck yeah, princess, that was worth losing that round."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who, under normal circumstances, plays to win and, in most cases, does win because he is good at everything he does. But on the rare occasions when he loses a game (without you being the cause), he will throw a fit. Flaming everyone, getting banned, throwing his mouse against the wall, and then complaining when it doesn't work anymore.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who isn't scary in those situations, though, but rather ridiculous because he becomes so dramatic. And you know he would never shout at you or hurt you. To you, he is always the sweetest devil, purring like a kitten when you coo at him and scratch his undercut, and run your fingers through his slightly sweaty pink hair. "Aww baby, did you lose a game?"

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who sighs and pulls you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and telling you something about how those other guys clearly used cheats! Because it cannot be that a gaming God like Sukuna loses!

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who needs lots of kisses to get over the defeat. Strong, tattoed arms wrap tightly around you, keeping you on his lap while he licks into your mouth with his pierced tongue until your head spins.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who whispers hoarsely in your ear, telling you to stay on his lap while he starts a new game. It feels so good to snuggle against him, feeling his firm muscles under his shirt and his toned arms encircling you.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who gets hard when he has you so cutely on his lap in your little skirt, feeling your warm pussy press against him through your thin panties and his jeans.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who slips a hand into your panties while waiting for the game to load, playing with your pussy until he has you whimpering and squirming on his lap.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smirks and pulls your panties to the side, murmuring to you softly, "Keep me sweet company, princess. Wanna feel your pretty pussy on my cock, keeping me nice and warm while I own all those losers."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tells you your pussy is his good luck charm. "See, I can play even better when you sit on my cock, my sweet thing."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who makes you whine because it feels so good to cockwarm him while he plays round after round, your pussy stuffed with his thick cock, feeling so full and so loved when you snuggle against him and just feel him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks at you with a passionate fire in his eyes when he is finished playing, and his large hands land on your thighs, kneading them while he rolls his hips upwards to push his thick cock deeper into your wet heat.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tells you in that sexy low voice to ride him right here on his gaming chair. "Let's celebrate my success with a victory fuck. Thank you for being my lucky charm, baby."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks so sexy when he lets his head fall back against the headrest of his gaming chair, his cat-ear headset askew, eyes closed in pleasure, and lips opening in soft groans, while you ride him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smiles when you get up from his lap afterward, with wobbly legs and his warm cum running down your thighs. He doesn't let you get far but stops you with his strong hands, making you sit on his desk, pushing your thighs apart so he can lick your pussy clean, driving you crazy with his tongue piercing against your clit.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who also loves to play games with you, basking in the quality time you spend together. He is always very biased towards you and lets you get away with everything, letting you win and get the loot. No matter how ambitious he is, when it comes to you, he is fine with losing.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who thinks it's incredibly cute when you take his place and sit on his gaming chair wearing his cat-ear headset, playing the games you enjoy.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who spends hours playing on your account to unlock a special achievement for you so you get the mount you want so bad. Who grins broadly at you when he calls out to you, "Hey, princess, come here and look what I got for you!"

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who laughs softly when you squeal and throw your arms around him. "Oh my God, Kuna!! Thank you so much, baby! But this must have taken hours!" And Sukuna just smirks that irrrestible, sexy smirk and tells you in that velvety voice, "You know I would do anything for you, princess."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who always makes sure to log off after a while and spend some time with his girl because, after all, you are his favorite toy, and playing with your pretty pussy gives him more satisfaction than any game could.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who hopefully turned his mic off before he fucks you hard on his bed, or everyone will hear your cute moans, letting them know how good he fucks you and that you only belong to him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who doesn't just take a break from gaming to fuck you but also to take you on cute dates, or cook with you, or just lie on the couch with you, his big body curled around you, hugging you from behind, cuddling and kissing you while you watch your favorite shows together.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, whose top priority will always be you. His princess, his love, his player 2.

HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES 😭😭😭 Thank you so much for reading! Seeing that gorgeous fanart drove me crazy!! I went into obsession mode and couldn't stop writing, and suddenly it was dark outside lol. Now I want to sit on his lap the whole time while he plays aaaaahhhhh!!!

I hope you like gamer boyfie Kuna!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

#reblogs⋆.*#i need gamer kuna now or i’ll go insane🧍🏽‍♀️#the player 2 line is sooo perfect i’ll cry #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #jjk smut #jjk fluff

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^^crying and screaming. this part made me feel things😫😫

˜”°•.˜”°• Deadly Games We Play •°”˜.•°”˜

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm control/denial, edging, nipple play, oral(m–>f), spanking, blood, major character death, weapons (knife and gun), gunplay, pet names (princess, sweetheart, love)

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader

Word count: 4k

Tags: @bakugosbratx @yeahitzally @comatosebunny09 @auraee @cherryblossomsenpai @babiefwuit @linpunny @kyojuro-my-wuv @lovely-shimmers @sassysaxsolo @sailewhoremoon @unknownspecies @craftycheetah @neji85 @renhoeku

Network: @tokyometronetwork

As usual Kyoujuro was bored. He sat on his throne-like chair listening to his Generals, Shinazugawa Sanemi and Iguro Obanai, argue over who’s turf the other infiltrated on. He was ready to pull his hair out at just having to listen to them. Finally having enough of their senseless drivel, Kyoujuro stood from his seat, his katana in his hands.

Without a word, he appeared in between the two generals, knocking them both to the ground before pinning Sanemi under the heel of his black Testoni shoe while pointing the sharp tip of his blade at Obanai’s throat.

“If I have to listen to you two go on about some useless turf war between our family, I will kill you both, understand?'' His voice dripped with venom as veins throbbed on his forehead as he glared at them.

When it looked like Sanemi was going to argue, Kyoujuro pressed his heel deeper into the silver-haired man’s windpipe. “I said, do you understand, Shinazugawa?”

Sanemi wheezed from the pressure on his neck. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” he coughed out, his liliac eyes going wild from the lack of oxygen to his lungs. A whoosh of air filled him when his boss suddenly removed his foot from his throat, allowing him to breathe again. Sanemi quietly went back to his seat and remained quiet for the duration of the meeting. He glared at anyone who stared at him or the dark purple bruise that was spreading down his neck.

Kyoujuro then turned to Obanai who was staring wide-eyed at the tip of his katana. He used the sharp blade to nudge the man’s face to meet with his eyes. “Understand, Iguro?” His words were almost as sharp as his katana, and they nearly paralyzed the shorter man.

Obanai nodded his head as he readjusted the white mask he wore over his lips. “Yes, sir. Understood.” He let out a breath he did not know he was holding with the Boss’ face quickly morphed back into his normal pleasant smile as he sheathed his sword.

“Good.” The blond announced as he went back to his in his gold-ladened chair. He crossed his legs, placing his foot on his knee. He looked at his generals with a sharp gaze. “As you know, Muzan is trying to take my life again, but just like the last time, the attempt failed.” He said, giving Tengen a pointed glare when the larger man looked like he was going to speak out of turn. “I am not worried about my life, but I do want to double the security of my mother and younger brother.”

“And your father?” Tomioka Giyuu asked.

Kyoujuro arched his brow. “What about him? Father can take care of himself. He has his own elite bodyguards. I doubt the assassin could penetrate through them.”

-0-0-0

You cursed silently as you eyed the numerous guards surrounding Rengoku Shinjurou. The former boss was a very careful man and always had his defenses up. Even when he was sloppy drunk, it would seem as if his senses were still on high alert. You wiped the sweat collected on your forehead , watching as the older man walked to the luxurious limousine.

You tried to come up with a better plan than to use your rifle to take out the former boss. You need to kill at least one Rengoku to show Muzan your progress. Judging by the current circumstances, it would seem that you would have to use a sniper rifle if you wanted to kill the father. It wasn’t that bad of a shot, but you hated resorting to guns. They were unnecessarily messy and loud. You hated how they split too much blood compared to a knife or poison. But nothing came to your mind.

Sighing, you stood up from your lookout perch, dusting off your black leotard and slipped your poison darts back into the pouch attached to your belt. You’d have to go back to your base and get your rifle and return later tonight to finish off the job. You grabbed the red trench coat and black fedora you wore to conceal your identity as you hurriedly made your way to the exit. You did not want to be spotted on top of the roof by one of Shinjurou’s guards.

You let out a groan when your cell went off with a notification, knowing that it was Muzan asking for a status report. Digging the burner cell out of your coat pocket, you glanced down at the screen and read the message your employer sent you.

“Did I hire the wrong person? First you failed to kill the older brother and now you’re delaying on killing the rest of the family. Do I need to send Akaza to assist?”

You quickly sent back your reply. “I’ll have Rengoku Shinjurou’s head delivered to you on a silver platter by tomorrow. Do not send that pink-haired basketball faced freak anywhere near my targets.” You put the cell back into your pocket, biting your lip.

Muzan was not happy with your progress and you were supposed to be a top assassin, yet you let one of your targets not only get away, but seduced you out of your clothing and between your thighs. Your core still throbbed uncomfortably whenever you thought about what Rengoku Kyoujuro did to you.

Ignoring the pulsing between your thighs, you opened the door that would take you to the ladder that would lead you to the floor below. After you had climbed down, you peeked my head out of the door to make sure it was clear. You walked out of the stairwell and made my way into the building.

Pushing your shades up over your eyes, you walked down the long corridor tha led to the elevator. You thought about if you could ever get the former Mafia boss alone to utilize your poison, you really did not want to rely on your sniper rifle. Your mind was too occupied to notice the small crowd of men approaching you until you had bumped into a solid chest.

“Oh, excuse me.” you said, keeping your head lowered.

“It’s okay.”

The voice made your eyes widened as a low curse was on the tip of your tongue. That voice belonged to Rengoku Kyoujuro! Your loins began to ache and throb with the memory of his touch and how he denied you of an orgasm. You needed to get away from him! Now!

Lowering your head even further, you moved around him at a hurried pace. “Excuse me.” you said as you walked down the corridor and away from your main target. Your heels clicked loudly as you hurried to the elevator. You pressed the button to go down to the first floor rapidly as if that would make the damned thing move any faster.

You let out a sigh of relief when the light flashed with the number of the floor you were on. 25th. Just as you were about to get inside the door, a black gloved hand covered your mouth as the cold steel of a gun pressed against the small of your back.

-0-0-0

Kyoujuro blinked in confusion at the small woman who had left in such a hurry. What was a woman doing on his private office floor? He was about to brush it off as she must have gotten lost when something about her seemed familiar. Kyoujuro wondered if she was a call girl that he had recently slept with, but the last woman he had teased was... A smile curled at his lips. “It’s tha assassin.”

Remembering his little bet with you, he quickly went into his office to grab something before going back down the corridor. Kyoujurou followed the sound of yourheels clicking on the floor until you reached the elevator. He eyed the red trench coat that covered your body and the fedora hat you wore to conceal your features even more. The dark lens of your shades hid your eyes; If he hadn’t heard your sweet voice, Kyoujuro probably would’ve let you slip past him.

He waited around the corners, watching as you rapidly pressed the elevator’s button up to the top floor. Judging by the way he was looking at you, it would seem that he was practically stripping you with his eyes while watching you tap your heel against the floor, impatiently waiting for the elevator.

Kyoujuro pulled his gun out of the holster when the elevator reached the top floor. Before you could walk inside, he quickly grabbed you, wrapping his hand around your mouth as he pushed his gun against your spine. The blond smiled as he leaned over you to whisper in your ear. “Looks like I’ve caught you this time, Angel?”

Your body went rigid at the sound of his voice in your ear. Fuck! When did he realize it was you? You thought about the schematics of the building you were in, trying to remember just where you was. My eyes widened when you realized that you was on his private office floor. ‘How could I make such an idiotic mistake!’ I cursed myself mentally.

You looked at him over your shoulder, heightening the pitch of your voice slightly to try to fool him. “Wh-what?” you cried out, slightly muffled by his gloved hand. “I...I’m sorry. I got lost and ended up on this floor.” you bit back a gasp when he suddenly uncovers your lips and yanks your fedora off your head, your hair falling to frame my face.

“Nice try, princess.” He smiled, pushing youinside the elevator and letting the doors close behind you two. “But I’d recognize your cute voice anywhere.” Kyoujuro purred as he turned you around to pull your shades off of your beautiful eyes. “There's that pretty face. Did you miss me?”

You scoffed at his words, your hands inching closer to the poisoned darts in the pouch strapped to my utility belt. “Of course I did. You got away without letting me have your fucking head on a silver platter.”

Kyoujuro chuckled as he slid his gun down your belly until the cold steel pressed snugly against your crotch. “I was talking to her.” He purred, rubbing the tip of the gun against your clothed clit, smirking a bit when you gasped. “Oh, what’s this?” Kyoujuro pulled open your trench coat to reveal the black leotard you were wearing paired with your thigh high heeled black boots. “Is this for me?” He smirked, pressing the gun deeper into your cunt.

“Hell no.” you bit your lip to stop the sudden moan from leaving your throat. You clenched your legs closed to keep the cold metal of the barrel from moving any closer to you. You cursed your treacherous body for heating up at his words.

Your core ached with the reminder that you still haven't found release since his teasing the other day. You moved to stomp on his foot, but he was faster than you and quickly shoved his knee between your thighs, prying them apart.

He smirked at your little attempt to get away from him as he bit down on the index finger of his glove and pulled it off with his teeth. Once the leather was removed from his hand, he touched your face, cupping your warm cheek in the palm of his hand. “I could snap your neck, y’know.” Kyoujuro’s breath fanned against your face, the sweet scent of the tobacco of the cigar he had smoked earlier flooding your senses.

His hand went to squeeze at your delicate neck to show that he was telling the truth. “But instead I’m offering you the choice of falling in love with me.” The Mafia boss trailed his fingers up to your pouty lips. “I didn’t forget your silly little rules either.”

Kyoujuro sent you a smirk as he used his gloved finger to slip the thin little strip of fabric that hid your heat from him to the side as he shoved his two of his other fingers past your supple lips. “Be a good girl and suck for me. I wanna imagine it's my cock those pretty lips are wrapped around.”

You shivered when his fingers pressed down on your tongue as his gloved fingers circled your clit. You could feel your defenses fall as you slowly succumbed to his hot touches. Your body craved the release he denied you last time. You whimpered around his fingers when the cold metal of his gun pressed against your thighs.

Kyoujuro leaned in and sucked his dark marks that had begun to fade along your neck back into your flesh. He trailed his kisses down to your chest and removed his fingers from your mouth, wanting to hear those pretty moans he knew you had. With his fingers still glistening from your saliva, the Mafia leader tugged at the sides of your body suit until your breasts were exposed.

Your strength seemed to disappear whenever this man touched you. You would lose all ability to fight back, becoming a puddle in his arms. You gasped when he pulled the sides of your leotard to the center of your chest to free my breasts. Biting your lip to stop the moan from escaping when his hot tongue flicked over one of your nipples.

You cry out his name when you felt the cold steel of his gun rub against your inner thighs, trying to spread them. “W-what are you?” you pressed your head back against the cool wall of the elevator when his tongue swirled over your nipple before he tugged at it with his teeth. “Ah~ fuck!”

“Have you fallen for me yet? You gonna let me fuck you now, pretty little assassin?” Kyoujuro whispers in your ear after releasing your nipple with a wet, lewd ‘POP’. He looked into your eyes, smirking at the way your pupils were blown out and your chest heaving from the pleasure he was giving you.

A grin spread over his lips when you shook your head, denying his claim. “Well then, if I can’t fuck you with my cock...” Kyoujuro trailed off, using the tip of his gun to move that thin strip of fabric that hid your pussy back to the side. “I’ll just fuck you with this.”

Ypur eyes widened when you felt the cold metal of the gun press against yourslit. “W-wait!” you grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him, but your mouth dropped open in a moan as it brushed over your clit. “Kyoujuro...” you gasped out, your other hand gripping his shoulder. A shocked moan left you when he slowly began to ease it into your dripping hole. “Fuck...”

Kyoujuro grabbed your leg and lifted it to wrap around his waist as he pushed the tip of his gun into your tight little opening. He grabbed your chin so that he could watch every expression that crossed your face. Licking his lips as he pushed the barrel a few more centimeters inside, making you gasp and cling to his shirt. “Gonna let me kiss those pretty lips of yours now, princess?”

You were stunned and dazed by the gun pressed so snuggly inside your cunt that you barely registered his words? “Wh-what? No. I..fuck, please, no more. I can’t take it. It’s too big.” you whined, hoping that he would pull it out.

“This gun is nowhere near as big as me, sweetheart.” He slid the gun out before pushing it back in deeper, making your back arch away from the elevator wall. “If you can’t take it then I’ll need to stretch you out nice and proper.” Kyoujuro set a steady pace as he fucked you with his gun, pushing the barrel deeper inside with each thurst. He could feel you becoming soaking wet, your juices sliding down the handle and coating his hands. “Look at you and this slutty pussy getting so wet. You like getting fucked by my gun?”

You shook your head side to side in denial, even though you could feel your slick gush out with each push and pull of the steel.You were so drenched that one could practically hear each time he plunged the gun into your cunt.

“No...” you lied, your hips beginning to buck up in tune with the gun’s pace. Your walls clenched around the thick barrel, as if trying to suck it in deeper. Tears began to burn in your eyes as you could feel your high approaching.

Kyoujuro watched as your nose scrunched up, your hands curled into claws as nails clawed at the wall. “I bet you want to cum so badly since I denied you one last time, huh?” He teased, speeding up the pace of his trusting as he kissed your shoulders before sliding down to his knees.

His tongue slipped out to tease her clit with quick flicks, as he pushed the gun in and out at such a pace, your breasts were wiggling outside your leotard. His fiery eyes looked up at the fucked out expression on your face as he sucked on your swollen clit. Kyoujuro pulled back and gathered his saliva in his mouth to spit a glob onto that sensitive pearl of flesh. He chuckled when you let out a little whine. “You’re gonna cum, aren't you my pretty little assassin?”

My head fell back as my mouth dropped open, a bit of drool seeping out of the corners. you wanted to say yes so badly, but you knew that if you did the bastard would stop again. If you could keep silent, you could have your oragasm then stab him in the neck with your poisoned blades hidden in your boots. You reached up to cover your lips with your hand, teeth embedded into the fleshy part of your palm, you muffled your cries as you shook your head at his question. You would not give him the satisfaction of hearing how needy you were.

You clenched around the barrel as he pushed it deep until the trigger was brushing against your clit as his tongue flicked under it at your drooling hole. Kyoujuro lapped up any slick that escaped from around the shinty metal, groaning softly. You could feel your high coming closer as you clamped down hard, the hidden blade in the heel of your boot sliding out.

As soon as you get yours , you’ll stab him.

Kyoujuro’s keen hearing picked up the small sound of the blade in your heels coming out. He smirked against your clit as he bit it softly as he reached up and ripped your hand away from your mouth. Grinning at the loud cry you gave, the fiery blond pulls away from your body, taking the gun out of your quivering walls. “Sorry, love.” He licks your slick off the side of his gun before pulling out his handkerchief and wiping the weapon clean. “This is my floor and I have a very important meeting to get to.” The elevator dinged as the doors slowly opened. “Until next time. I’ll even treat you.”

Watching as he left the elevator, you cursed him, the ache in your empty cunt fueled your anger. “That fucking bastard!”

-0-0-0

You stomped into your weapons room, your eyes narrowed into slits of rage. Even after scrubbing your body raw, you could still feel Kyoujuro’s hot touches all over your body and that ache in your lower belly was still unquenched. You grabbed your rifle off the gun wall and carefully broke it down to fit into the case. You were going to kill that man.

Today.

You wouldn’t let him continue to toy with you. Removing everything that could make any noise, you changed into a black shirt and shorts. Pulling on your black arm guards and mask, you were ready.

Climbing the outside ladder up to the rooftop of the adjacent building your source told you that the Rengoku family would be, you set up your rifle and scope. You frowned when you couldn’t get a clear visual on your target and would have to rely on the heat detector. Pressing the button on your scope to turn the thermal setting on, you could spot five different body shapes.

“Dammit.” you cursed when your phone buzzed in your pocket. Tugging it out, you flipped it open without looking to see who was calling you. “It better be fucking good.” you growled, already highly annoyed that you still haven't been able to cum nor kill that object of your frustrations.

Muzan’s voice rumbled in your ear. “Is that any way to speak to the man who is paying you.”

You cursed softly. “No, sir. I’m just in the middle of something. I’ve got a target in my sight.” you told him, hoping that would appease him that he’ll soon have one less enemy to worry about. While your talents were superior in poisons and blades you were still a trained markswoman. You rarely ever miss your shot. You lined up your shot to take out the tallest of the five bodies. Kyoujuro was fairly tall, ‘Especially when he was hovering over me with his gun stuffed- STOP IT!’

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you lined up your shot. Letting out a slow breath, “Lining up the shot.” Your finger rested on the trigger as you waited for a clear spot at your target. “Target in visual...” you murmured softly. Every nerve in your body was alight as you pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air and penetrated your target through the chest. There was very little blood other than a splatter that struck one of the others in the face, judging from the scream it was the mother. “Target eliminated.”

“Good job.” Muzan’s voice chimed before the call went dead.

You rose back to my feet as you began to break down my gun to put back up into my case. “Good riddance. Now, I can focus on killing the rest of the family...” you walked over to pick up the bullet casing when you happened to glance over at the ground. “What!”

There he stood, arms wrapped around his mother as he consoled her. Rengoku Kyoujuro. Meaning... “I fucking missed? Then who did I?” you scanned the area, waiting to see who you shot. “Fuck Muzan is going to be pissed if I shot a civilian on accident.” you pressed your hands on one of the brick pillars of the roof as you waited with bated breath to see who was killed. An immediate sigh of relief left your lungs when you saw the red tipped blonde hair of Rengoku Shinjuro peek out from under the sheet they covered his body with.

Feeling relieved that you took out one of you targets, you left the site quickly.

-0-0-0

Kyoujuro knew exactly who shot and killed his father. His pretty little assassin. He wondered if that shot was meant for him. A chuckle left him at that thought. Of course it was, you had made it very clear that you would kill him before he succeeded in making you his. He held his crying mother closer with one arm as he squeezed Senjurou’s shoulder softly.

“That was one hell of a shot, princess.”

“What did you say, big brother?” Senjurou asked, looking up at his older brother with frightened eyes.

“Nothing, Senjurou.” He smiled down at the youngest Rengoku. “Come. Let’s get you and mother home. We need to plan our father's funeral.” As he led his family away from the scene, the only thing that went through his head was how he was going to make you fall for him so hard that you won’t be able to live without him. ‘Maybe I should give her a taste of the sheer ecstasy only I can give her.’ Kyoujuro licked his lips as he thought of the many ways he could do just that.

Game on.

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chosovixen · 8 months

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Stress relief

-> WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA X GENDER NEUTRAL READER

Summary: Your boyfriend ha been stressed lately. You know what might help him relax.

Words: 1,681

Warnings: rough blowjob

Wakatoshi had had a very long day. Learning his new volleyball technique had turned out to be a lot harder than he had anticipated and yet, he had managed to do it successfully. Though it had taken him longer than he was used to he finally perfected the move today, staying longer than his teammates to train. He wanted to be able to leave and be proud of his work. Though he may not want to admit it, you knew that he was dissatisfied with his performance. His sleep would be short and restless, making him play even worse than before. His goal was finally reached, but since it took him so long to get there, he didn‘t feel as relieved as he thought he would. Sice he was training hard, it was nothing unusual for him to come home a bit later than he usually did. But he knew you would be waiting for him, always so kind and loving.

Usually you would be waiting for him with a book in your hand or maybe a movie playing on TV, but not today. Today you came out of your shared bedroom to greet him in the hallway right after he had taken his shoes and his jacket off.

“Welcome home, Toshi.“

He grunted in response and pressed a small kiss to your forehead. His mood was pretty bad and the last thing he wanted to do was take it out on you, who didn‘t have anything to do with it. So he quickly brushed past you and went straight for your bedroom to get changed.

“Toshi..“

You had followed him to the bedroom and were now standing right behind him. Your boyfriend was leaning over the bed to reach for his pijama pants that he had folded and placed under his pillow in the morning. He turned around to look at you and tell you that it‘d be best if you gave him some space right now but you were faster then he was.

“You‘ve had a bad day, right?“

Compared to his hands yours were soft when you let them trace over his broad chest, down towards the waistband of his pants. The way you looked at him was loving but by no means innocent. It was clear that you knew he was in a bad mood - and it didn‘t make you back away from him. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Want me to make your day better?“ Your palms reached his tummy and pressed against it slightly - you knew how much he liked it when you teased him a little bit. “I know a way for you to release your.. tension.“

“Yeah?“ After a long and stressful day his voice sounded almost as deep and rough as it did in the morning when he had just woken up. Every day it was a struggle to not jump his bones just because he said ‘good morning‘. How could someone be so sexy? If his voice alone hadn‘t been enough to convince you to go through with your plan to help your boyfriend relax, he reached up to touch your face, pulling you closer to him. You could smell him, feel him, hear him breathe. Yeah, you would definitely help him get that tension out of his system.

You kissed him, lips crashing into one another, tongues sliding back and forth. But as quickly as you had initiated the kiss you ended it again.

“Been waiting for this all day,“ you mumbled as you went to work and opened up his pants. “I know you‘ve been stressed lately-“ your hands pulled his pants down a bit “-and I wanna make it better.“ Finally, you sunk to your knees and pulled his pants all the way down.

“You‘re gonna kiss it better?“ He smirked down at you.

“Yeah,“ you breathed out and placed a featherlight kiss to the outline of his cock through his boxers. He was alrready so warm under your touch, blood rushing to his member.

“Properly.“ A large hand found its place at the back of your head. “Kiss it properly.“

“Uh-huh.“ His voice was ringing in your ears. It was all-encompassing, like it got boosted through ten speakers directly into your skull. How did he manage to talk like that? There was no way you‘d deny him anything that he demanded with that voice.

You pulled his boxers down and let them fall to his ankles where they joined his pants. His cock wasn‘t even half hard yet. Time to change that.

Just like he had told you, you started kissing him, properly. With one hand wrapped around the shaft you manouvered his length towards your lips where you placed a wet, sloppy kiss on the head. Another when you started pumping him with your hand and another when your second hand joined the task and started fondling his heavy balls.

“Yeah,“ he exhaled high above you, eyes closed, head thrown back. “That‘s it, baby. Take care of me, yeah?“

Toshi had never been a man of many words, but when he wanted - or needed - something, he was never too shy to tell you what it was. Could he become any hotter?

The only thing left for you to do was wrap your lips around him and let him slide as deep into your mouth as your poor throat would allow it. No matter how many times the two of your did this, your throat always protested when you tried to take all of him. Even when Wakatoshi told you that he didn‘t mind and that he by no means expected you to actually take all of him, you never stopped trying. And your boyfriend would be lying if he said it didn‘t turn him on to see you try so desperately to please him a little more, to make him feel a little better. Even though you got no pleasure out of it, you still gagged yourself on his cock and let his tip hit the warm, wet back of your throat.

At least he thought that you got no pleasure out of it - he couldn‘t be more wrong. If only he knew how euphoric it was for you to see your tall, strong boyfriend come undone under your touch. He sent shivers down your spine every time he moaned, you loved it when he shoved your face harder towards his hips. Everything about this made you feel good and it would be a big, fat lie if you said you only did it for him.

As you started bobbing your head along his shaft you could feel him harden all the way. There were few things that felt better than feeling your boyfriend‘s cock become hard in your mouth, your could feel him throb and pulse and become bigger and harder with every small movement of your head, your tongue.

“Fuck, baby..“

You could practically see the stress melt off his frame. Though his muscles were strained, his face was relaxed. His head hung down now, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly agape. His control was slowly slipping. For a man who had to control every single muscle, every small movement almost all day, this was as relaxing as it could get. He didn‘t need to be perfect, he didn‘t need to think about what he was doing, he didn‘t need to control himself anymore. He could just do what felt good. And so he did.

He placed both hands on the back of your head and waited a second - waiting for a sign of hesitation on your part. After all, you knew what was coming. And you had no objection to it whatsoever. Instead, you placed both of your hands on his warm thighs and tried to relax your throat as much as possible.

And not a second too early. As soon as he felt your hands on his legs he knew that you were okay with his plan and started fucking your mouth at an almost brutal pace. It was unbelievable how quickly his cock hit the back of your throat again and again and again and again.. there was no time to think, no time to breathe. All you could do was try and get some air through your nose as tears started running down your cheeks. It was hard, every time. But it was also worth it, every time.

Through your tears you could watch as Wakatoshi lost control and it was as beautiful as ever. His cheeks red, the blush spreading down his neck and chest. Unconsciously he had started to lean down towards you. His eyes were unfocused, the pupils blown wide. His lips were parted and one moan after another was escaping him.

“Yeah.. fuck, fuck.. baby-“ His eyes bore into yours “-I-I‘m gonna cum.“

He always warned you. Even though you never pulled back. You simply gripped onto his thighs, pushing yourself forward as his cum filled your mouth and slid down your throat. It was hot and sticky, bitter to the taste but you didn‘t care. It was the best reward you could ever ask for.

Slowly, he pulled out of your mouth and sank down onto the bed. His hands were still on your head and he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours as you swallowed and tried to catch your breath.

“Thank you, baby,“ he whispered as he wiped the remaining tears from your face.

You coughed a few times before answering with a hoarse voice. “Feeling better now?“

“Hmh..“ He smiled mischievously. “But I think I need some more relaxation. Care to help me with that?“

You hadn‘t even finished nodding when he pulled you up onto the bed and climbed on top of you. He was going to make sure that he fucked every single bit of stress out of his system and into your tight little hole. Even if it took all night. You hoped it would take all night.

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chosovixen · 8 months

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i’m about to start acting like an animal🚶🏽‍♀️

Commission for @lemonssavelives

Nymph: A commission for the lovely @/lemonssaveslives! They had asked for their OC and Aizestsu and has given me permssion to modify it into an X reader fic!

Warnings: smut, lactation kink, knotting, squirting, breeding/creampie, consentual somnophilia

Word count: .5k

Pairing: Aizestu x Demon!Fem!reader

Network: @enchantedforest-network

Aizetsu closes his lips over a tight pert nipple, sucking gently as his hand kneads the other. He rut his hips into yours as a soft whine rumbles in his chest as the sweet thickness of your milk coats his tongue. He could never get enough of the addictive flavor spreading over his tongue. He ruts his hips down into the softness of your clothed cunt as another soft whimper is pulled from him. “My pretty girl...” He drug his claws down the length of your body gently, being careful to not cut into you even if you were a demon like him.

You moan as you thread your fingers through his hair to hold him in place on your breasts, your back arching so perfectly despite your eyes remaining close in your slumber. You always would seek out your lover’s touch even in your sleep. “Ai…Zetsu…” you moan quietly. Your thighs squeeze his waist as your eyes slowly open to peer into his dark lustful gaze. Nails graze over his scalp as you feel his tongue swirl over your nipple. “Need you, baby, please?”

He looks up at you, pupils blown with lust and eyes so dark the Kanji inscribed on them barely visible. Aiztesu wastes no time in sliding the thin strip of fabric that hid your heat away from his weeping cock. His hands wrap around your thighs, pulling them from around his waist. Pushing your knees to your chest, Aizetsu hovers over you, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, swiping it through your slick folds. “Princess…” He whispers as he kisses your soft lips, tongue pushing past to dominate yours in a one sided battle.

Your back arches as he slides his cock past the first ring of tight muscles, your claws digging into his forearms. You whine against Aizetsu’s lips as he slowly starts to thrust gently at first to work you up. Your body jolts at every impact, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting again and again fills the air. You break away from his lips to cry out, “Deeper, ‘Zetsu, please?” your back arches off the bed, breasts pushing up to rest under his chin.

Aizetsu cups one of your tits and draws the nipple between his lips, tongue lavishing over it as he sucks. He is soon rewarded by the sweetness that is the milk that they hold and his hips move even faster. The wet smack of his heavy balls against the curve of your ass fill the room as the knot at the base of his cock begins to swell. Releasing your breast with a wet pop, milk dribbling down his chin, fingers squeezing between you to circle your delicate clit. “Cum for me, princess.’ he whines softly, feeling your walls pulse around his cock, trying to milk his balls.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as your hips stutter in response, the white hot cord that had been slowly tightening reaching its max as it snaps. A stream of hot clear liquid leaves you, drenching his pelvis, shaft and balls in your cum.

“Fuck…baby…” He whimpers as his hips speed up even more now that you’ve had your high as he begins to chase his own, knot swollen as he sinks it inside your warm cunt, plugging up your hole. “Almost…I’m cum-cumming…” he lowers his head against your shoulders as he locks his hips snugly against yours as his balls empty themselves into your womb.

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chosovixen · 8 months

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001 | WINTER HANDS.

࣪𖤐 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : you guys it's here!! the first official chapter!! it's a little slow to start 'n a little bit of a doozy but i wanted to set things up & give you guys a feel of what the story will be like moving forward!! ꒰ ˆ ꒵ ˆ꒱ there's still a lot to be unpacked, revealed and dissected so pls be sure to stay tuned as we progress <3333 i will try my best to get a chapter out every second week (depending on my schedule eheh (ó﹏ò｡) i hope this was an alright first chapter!! pls do let me know what you're thinking in the comments/ reblogs — and with that being said, see you in the next chapter (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

THE SHAPE OF A VOICE MASTERLIST.

"Do you blame yourself?"

"What... ?"

"For the accident. Do you blame yourself for what happened that day?"

Oikawa stares at the floor. Studies it. Counts the cracks in the wooden planks until he's lost count, does anything but look up at the therapist sitting across from him. His jaw locks, he grinds his teeth over each other before he shifts in his seat, his shoulder rising and falling in a shrug.

Every session was like this... Questions, sometimes slow, other times fired at him like a gun going off. Inconsistency in his answers, some verbal, some not, never concise in anything he said.

It's much easier being misunderstood, Oikawa's decided. There's too much going on in his mind to ever be able to keep up with his thoughts, let alone try to explain them to someone who's looking at him from the outside in. His sports therapists' patience amazed him, considering that Oikawa wasn't the most cooperative patient the poor man's had.

The clock above the partially bald man's head ticks by ever so slowly - there were a million other things Oikawa could've been doing besides sitting in this cramped little grey room, waiting for the minutes to go by just so he could return home and analyze yet another match.

The match... He feels sick to his stomach thinking about it, feels bile and the bitterness of it at the back of his throat, swallowing hard over and over again until the sensation goes away, but not completely.

The man's phone vibrates, signaling the end of their session. With a heavy sigh he silences the device before pursing his lips, looking down at the empty notepad attached to the clipboard. "That's all for today, but I'll see you again this weekend for our next session before the start of your new season."

Oikawa purses his lips, nods curtly before gathering his crutches. Getting up was always a pain but he'd be damned before letting anyone in on his pain. With practiced movements he steadies himself on his good leg, slowly rising to his feet and heads to the open door.

"Thanks, doc," he murmurs as he passes the man before making his way out of the facility. He avoids the heads of the nurses turning as he walks - crutch, wobble, step, wobble, a painful cycle he's endured the last few months, a terrible reminder of what he's done to himself. There always seemed to be whispers that followed him wherever he went, hushed tones that follow in his footsteps like second shadows, quiet and never audible enough for him to hear, but he knows what they were saying anyways.

He doesn't want to listen. He never does.

He'd keep his ears covered if he could.

The warmth of the late afternoon sun is all but welcoming on his face, decking him in a hazy golden glow as he hovers at the curbside of the hospital, squinting at the parking lot, searching for a familiar white car but to no avail.

"Maybe Iwa-chan got busy with work..." he mutters under his breath, his hands tightening around the crutches, the foam crunching a little underneath his grip. "Maybe a walk will do me good." His physiotherapist would be elated at the fact that he's actually got onto his feet again.

Oikawa keeps his head ducked between his shoulders as he walks, counting the cracks in the sidewalk as he hobbles along, taking one tormented step after another. He stops and lets a caterpillar cross his path, watching as the tiny creature moves across the tip of his shoe, cocking his head to the side. "You and I are more alike than you know, buddy," he whispers. When the little creature stops he shakes his foot, encouraging," Go on, buddy. You've got better places to be."

Three blocks from the hospital, that's when the pain starts to set in. It aches a deep and pounding pain that originates from somewhere deep in his leg, threatening to consume every nerve and muscle whole. There's a small bottle of pills in his pocket, it burns, an aid to something he brought onto himself - painkillers his mother had given him before he left home this morning. Her words echo in his mind, "Take them, Toru. There's nothing wrong with getting help every now and then."

There's a small bridge up ahead, one that overlooks a still river, the rush of water flowing drowning out the distant sounds of the city, a peaceful escape from someone with a war in their minds. By the time Oikawa leans against the metal railing he's huffing, out of breath as his one hand snakes down to brush over his knee, hissing at the soft contact. With a startle he yanks his hand back, staring down at his right leg with disdain.

He stays there for a long while, overlooking the stream of water, his brows raising slightly at the koi fish beneath him that idly swim around, drifting with the movements of the water, unbothered by the breeze that picks up. It ruffles his hair, cool against his face, soothing away the furrow between his brows.

It's been three months since the match. Four weeks since his knee surgery. Two days since he's taken his painkillers. Two thousand, one hundred and ninety hours since he's stepped on the court. A cherry blossom twirls from it's spot on a branch above him, fluttering down into the water below.

Is any of this even worth it, he wonders. Living when I can't do what I was made to do?

He remembers waking up from surgery. The heartbroken look of his mother at his bedside. The doctor, the nurses... Everyone kept looking at him with so much sympathy and pity that it made him sick. He didn't want their apologies, their well wishes, or what they thought about the future. None of it would fix what happened, none of it would be strong enough to go back to the past and change it.

"We're not sure if your son will be able to play again, ma'am..."

The cries of his mother filled his ears like water rushing back to shore, all too consuming. His hands snap up to his ears, presses his palms tightly against them until he's sure he can't hear anything but his own pulse. He doubles over the railing, suddenly grateful for the fact that he walked this far, no one could watch him, question or criticize him. If he closed his eyes too everything felt peaceful for a moment. Dark. Welcoming. Familiar...

The koi beneath him swim closer to the surface, opening and closing their mouths as small pieces of bread are tossed down. A figure stands a few feet from Oikawa, clutching the freshly baked pastry in a wrinkled brown package. Several minutes pass before he finally drops his hands back to his side. His left leg is starting to ache from supporting all his weight and he knows it's only a matter of time before he'll need to sit down.

As his eyes crack open he hones in on the koi, a canvas of red, black, and white glittering underneath the sheet of liquid, idly eating the pieces of bread thrown at them. He glances beside him, curious. But curiosity killed the cat and for Oikawa, it meant being ripped of the present and forced to stare the ghostly face of his past in the face.

"It... It can't be..." his mouth trembles out each syllable in a whisper, as his stomach turns into a black hole, a void that threatened to suck in everything, growing heavier the longer he stared at you. His mouth tastes bitter and his throat is closing up with every shallow breath he forces himself to take, the crisp spring air sharp as it fills his lungs.

"Y...You..." No. No, no, no. No, God, please. No...

"Y/N?" Those string of syllables haven't passed over his lips in years. It feels too unfamiliar to him, sickening. You remain where you are, unaware of his shadow that looms over yours as the sun begins its descent from the sky, waving its golden goodbye with orange-tinted fingers. Of course, you can't hear him.

"How could I be so stupid?" He curses beneath his breath, his face pale, staring at you as if he'd just seen a ghost in the flesh. Every muscle in his body feels tight and for several moments Oikawa can't do much besides stare at you, taking in every little detail about you, committing it to memory, comparing it to what he could remember. His hand blindly reaches for his crutches but in his haze he knocks one over, scrambling to the ground to retrieve it. His leg throbs and screams at him to stop, to slow down, and move carefully.

But, fuck, if he doesn't get out of here now he might suffocate.

He turns his back before you can so even glance at him, taking far too large strides for someone with the extent of an injury like his, rounding a corner before crouching in front of an apartment building. His leg caves in, his entire body sinking to the ground as he pants, trying to bring the wildfire in his chest under control.

"Why you, why you of all people?" he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

Why now, years later, does he run into the girl he used to bully?

"Oikawa?"

His head whips up at the sound of his name. And his blood runs cold.

He's utterly fucked either way.

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