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got any jamitto hcs?
Given this was sent to my nsfw blog, I will give you nsfw HCs!
Itto;
virgin when they meet
This man didn't even KNOW what sex could be
It took him like half a year to find the courage to ask for intimacy
He is BIG
BIG BIG
The oni heritage pulled through with his cock.
Itto himself is rather vanilla, only instinctive breeding being a kink
But after a while, he can become addicted
He forgets his strength and stamina at times
He can and will go for hours if allowed
Switch but leans to being sub for safety reasons
Prefers being bottom, except mating press. He loves mating press.
Aftercare is something he has to be taught since his stamina goes further than mine, once he got it though he is pretty decent at it
Little things get him rile him up, squeezing his bicep, massaging his shoulders or even simple praises get him going if given enough
Speaking of; praise kink. He loves being praised.
He growls more than he whimpers but he doesn't really moan unless he is about to cum.
And he cums a lot, thank his Oni ancestry.
Jaime;
"I waited a year for this, so drop those pants before I rip them apart."
Frustrated to the max
Not as high as his libido but more than average
I could list my kinks but I only reveal the one improtant-
SIZE KINK
ITTO BEING SO MUCH TALLER IS ENOUGH TO GET A GIRL CREAMING.
Riding him is bliss but having him lose himself to his instincts is so raw and rough that it is eternity.
I have leashes for his collar and I will use them in private.
I bite him, scratch him, anyway to make sure people see he is mine♡
Getting him off in semi-public>>>
Jamitto;
Dommy Mommy x Virgin Himbo
Everything revolving around sexual intimacy was working together, each kink and feeling talked about.
They can fuck outside but both prefer to be in complete private.
Jaime can and will boast about his size if anyone belittles him.
Itto will more often slip up about how good she feels when he isn't thinking.
Jaime is proud and loud, while Itto is shy and timid when it comes to their sex life.
Experimentalists
"I'm bored..." "...Wanna cockwarm me?" "...yeah sure."
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....so is voyeurism-
new kink, seeing yui and ari tease oli/j
y’all’s favorite past time i see 😭😭😭😭
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It's called voyeurism/j
new kink, seeing yui and ari tease oli/j
y’all’s favorite past time i see 😭😭😭😭
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NSFW I See All | Kyojuro x reader
A/n: just a lil something ♡
MDNI/stalking/smut/mentions of plastic surgery/a bit psychotic/crazy loves crazy
I did it all for you. Our marriage fell apart because I was too complacent. I pushed you away with my lack of attention and late nights at work.
I will never make that mistake again.
You look beautiful tonight, your eyes aren't as puffy as the night you handed me the divorce papers. I could tell you'd been crying and it made my heart ache to know I'd been the reason. Yet, here you are, dining with me at the small Cafe you'd been frequenting after our separation. Though, all you seem to mention is my name. How much you loved me and how little faith you have in this ever working out.
Given the way you don't meet my eyes fully you don't know. How could you? I spent most of my money to make sure you wouldn't know. All I can think about is how good my plastic surgeon is and how delicious you'll taste cumming on my tongue like before I'd let you down.
I'd become a hungry man, starved even. I prayed to only drink your ambrosia, feast upon the supple flesh of your body, and worship you for eternity. I required no sustenance unless given by you.
"Kyojuro was good to me," my name from your lips brings my attention back to the physical you. For the last 3 months I'd been consumed by fantasies that the real you was a shock to my system. I was being selfish thinking of what I wanted to do with you when you're in front of me, craving the attention I hadn't been giving you.
I reach out to caress your bare arm, the contact nearly making me grow erect. A gentle smile curves the corners of my mouth upwards. "I can be good to you too." The words were said in earnest, but what I truly meant was I can be better for you. There wouldn't be a moment of dissatisfaction for you. I would fuck you until you were peacefully asleep, food ready when you awoke in the morning.
A smile flutters across your lips, the ache growing in the pit of my stomach as you lean forward. "Even if I'm still in love with my ex husband?" The boiling sensation floods over until I'm dripping with anticipation.
My cock had been tortured enough by the realistic memory of your cunt taking it to the very base. The temptation to grab your hand and lead you back to my car was growing by the second. "Especially then." I huff out and you lean back with a far off grin.
"Would you like to come back to my house?" You muse, your eyes finally staring into my own. "Back to our house?" Her words sink in after a beat and my eyes widen as I slowly turn to meet her gaze. "Really Kyojuro? Did you think your own wife wouldn't recognize you? Or could it be how careless you are about your surroundings?"
"What?" A cloudy emotion curls around my stomach as I watch the woman I've been obsessing over ever since I lost her.
You fold your hands under your chin, a leizurly grin molding your lips. "I was there Kyojuro, every time you were watching me I was watching you twice as hard."
I can feel my cock harden at the thought. "I knew there was a reason I couldn't let you go." I laugh, ready to leave this place and fuck you hard into the mattress of our room. You smirk.
"No, Kyojuro, I was the one that didn't let you go."
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Sweaty bear man for Halsin enjoyers coming in... well... hot
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I ain't complaining either.♡
Why did they give us a close-up of Anubis' tongue? 😭
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Agreed♡
His neck looks so kissable (I want to bite it)
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I need to make out with Anubis.
His piercings match mine and just imaging his tounge meeting mine and the soft clank of our jewelry touching as he pulls me onto his lap and grinds up into me.
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Real.
Hugging his waist from behind and pepper kisses over his back.
I once again swear I can be trusted with anubussy, I swear I can be trusted with anubussy-
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What rage language are you?
step back
usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and i pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.
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😔 i read a Beej fanfic based on the song and i am NOT getting rid of that image
Dead girl walking get OUT OF MY HEAD, WHERE DID YOU COME FROM
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😔 you and me both, you and me both...
Dead girl walking get OUT OF MY HEAD, WHERE DID YOU COME FROM
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Dead Girl Walking Version One
Summary: Reader bombs at a sorority rush party and decides she has to drop out… but not before she bangs her roommate, Lawrence “Beetlejuice.”
Warnings: 18+ Only. This is like PWP. Reader has female bits.
Pairings: Musical! Beetlejuice x Reader
Word Count: ~2500
The smoggy haze of weed got to your head. You hadn’t even been smoking, but there was just so much of it at the party that you couldn’t escape the contact high. It made you giggly. And hungry. So you drank more booze, because you vaguely remembered someone saying that when you’re hungry you’re actually thirsty so you should drink more. So it only made sense to have another shot, right? But the booze table was over by the stoners, so you ended up smelling more of the ganja and well… it was a vicious cycle to say the least. A vicious cycle that ended in you hurling on the shoes of the sorority president. You thought movies were exaggerating when something happened and the music stopped and everyone gets quiet, but then you found yourself in that exact situation.
“You’re dead. Kiss any social life you think you had goodbye,” Heather said through gritted teeth. “If you don’t drop out by Monday, you’re going to wish you’d gone to community college instead.”
She thought she was sooooo tough. But, still, the threat of your social life’s demise freshman year was essentially the same as a mafia hit. Heather might as well have threatened to have you sleep with the fishes. Isn’t it weird how the plural of fish is still fish, but people say “sleeping with the fishes”? You shook your head. Now wasn’t the time for stupid thoughts like that. You wove your way through the crowd that parted like the sea (A-haaaa sea, home for the fishes… Fish) and slunk your way out into the street.
Steam came up through the subway grates in the sidewalk as your combat boots clunked down the road. Subway steam was always gross. It was a hot smog that seeped into your pores and stung your nose. The walk home was longer than the uber to the party had been, but it helped you sober up more as you kept going.
That was when the panic began to set in.
Your social life was over. You wouldn’t be able to set foot in another sorority house—not that you absolutely had wanted to join one in the first place, but it had been part of the deal you’d made with your mom so that she’d pay for college. If you at least rushed, then she’d pay for 75% of it. If you made it into her old haunt, she’d pay for it all. Now, you’d be footing the bill of your entire degree.
Fuck.
Maybe you should just drop out. It was early enough in the semester. You could transfer back to your community college and say you were homesick. That might just work. Mom couldn’t fault you for missing her. You crashed through your front door after fumbling with the lock for a bit.
“Shit,” you muttered, hitting your hip against the table in the hall. The house was dark, but you could see the shadows from the tv in the living room dancing across the doorway. Lawrence must still be up watching god knows what on the “boob tube” as he called it. Your room was down the hall. Posters were taped at angles on the wall because you thought it looked cool. Your duffel bag was still hap-hazard in your closet from where you’d chucked it after move in day. Fabric slipped through your fingers as you grabbed whatever you could from your drawers, shoving it into the bag as fast as you could. You could practically hear your mom talk about how wrinkles form by doing what you were doing but you didn’t give a flying fuck.
“FUCK!” You heard Lawrence say from the living room.
You paused in your packing. No one was going to see you here again. You might as well have one last meal before you went. Besides…. You always had a soft spot for Lawrence “Beetlejuice”, or “Beej” or “The Juice Man” as he sometimes called himself. You wouldn’t have to live with him if it went wrong. You might as well…
Fishnets snapped against your thigh as you tugged them on. You took a look into the mirror hanging on the back of your door. Black corset, check. Lacey, cheeky underwear, check. Fishnets, check. Combat boots, check. Still, you needed something. A robe! You pulled the gag gift from your closet. It was dramatic and sexy and your best friend from high school got it for you for your 18th birthday as a joke that you could finally seduce all of those creepy old dudes that would tell you to smile while you waited for the bus. Now, a whole year later, you found yourself pulling the silk fabric up over your shoulders. You tied the bow loosely, but still had enough to play with. Good. You wanted to toy with Lawrence. Give him a show.
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