there is no way i am debating tentacle sex with this man right now /lh

listen…… he’s so sexy… super sexy… you definitely shouldn’t imagine him transforming his arm into a tentacle for you, letting the suctions engulf your clit in such a hedonistic way ….,,

service dom heaven between kamo and choso. it’s. woah. the vision of having you in choso’s lap because his body drapes over yours from behind while kamo massages your knees and calmly coaxes you into opening up for them.

“are you nervous, baby? don’t be shy, it’s okay.” kamo’s soft voice eases you like a sip of warm tea on a cold night .. he’s not as touchy as his counterpart who’s a little too distracted in gently running his large hands up and down your sides wondering how he got so lucky with a perfect angel like you. it’s embarrassing how you landed yourself in the situation, and also how you whorishly take in the opportunity, allowing choso’s roaming hands to knead your breasts while he tries oh so hard to keep from rutting up into you and groaning along the expanse of your neck. and kamo? with those lithe fingers of his, dexterously dipping in and out of your core with such precision, it’s amusing to him how you grow greedier — and wetter by the second.

toji with a bubbly princess who talks his ear off but he doesn’t mind because she’s so small and soft and warm on his lap. and she smells good and her voice makes him calm. she doesn’t mind when he plays with the hem of her skirt. or when he wants to grip and squish her thighs. or when he wants to cup her breasts and hold them to bask in her warmth and softness. or when he bites her ear when she tries to tease him. or when he wraps his big, sturdy, muscular forearms around her waist to keep her there. maybe he likes the way she’s always pushing her lips out for him to kiss in between her stories………..but i’m just saying.

enough of you, and enough of you NOW! because, i seen a clip of toji’s voice actor and yuuji’s and they were talking about what toji’s/yuuji’s relationship would be like if they were friends (had he not bit the dust) — and they came to the conclusion that toji would be very annoyed by yuuji since he’s so bubbly but would miss him if he wasn’t around anymore.

now twisting that and making it our own… toji’s initial thought of his bubbly princess… thinking she’s talkative, annoying, and an overall brat. but he finds himself missing your unsolicited touch, the way you’d wrap an arm around his when you’d walk together (to which he begrudgingly shrugs you off), or when you talk his ear off about the thoughts, or lack thereof, floating in your mind :(

he especially misses how you coo so softly when he’s got his large arms wrapped around you from behind…. his lips against your ear so you can hear all the deep grunts n groans he lets out as he takes you from behind, just over your kitchen counter >:( you couldn’t even finish baking him cookies!! meanie!!

toji eats your pussy like a vacuum. no slick remains, unless more leaks out of you when he pulls away because the sight of him panting but elated, chin down to his damn chest wet……..whenever you sit on his face, he always has those strong arms of his coiled like a spring around your thighs. you’re never getting away from him as long as he’s eating you.

god.. he eats with the cadence of starved man, so eager to get every single reaction from you, pull any type of orgasm from you.. and he can do it for hours without stopping.. hours on end…

ran and corruption kink……..thinking about how he slowly gets you used to fucking anywhere and anytime….and about getting shy, little you used to his advances…..about how all he has to do is kiss you so sweetly on the face, whispering silk and candy and all things soft and sweet to you. nuzzling himself in your neck. sweet, sweet, and soft lips caught in a charming but dangerous smile against your skin because you’re so cute. shrinking and shriveling up into yourself like a tiny little turtle retreating back into its shell. but this time, this time, you try to accept him and his sweet words and his silky voice that makes you so ticklish and squeamish, and hot all the way down to your neck. this time, you don’t try to run from him to a safe distance away until you cool down. this time, you stay there and take it. take it until he can finally cradle you. take it until his tongue is finally down your throat and you’re clutching his nice expensive dress shirt till it wrinkles. take it until you breathe in his cologne and it makes your head dizzy with him. take it until you’re all wet and hot between your legs and ran is cupping his big hand over your mound, lithe, slender fingers surprisingly sturdy and firm on your cunt. he can feel you pulse and throb and he knows you’ll take his fingers like a good girl.

……….wow sorry for the horny word vomit, i miss him too.

(also hello, happy new years! wishing you health, safety, happiness, and success and growth. as well as a free palestine, sudan, yemen, congo, tigray, and many other countries suffering from occupation or interference from the western world.)

dior… you have me grasping for air… because why is this so?

it’s almost as if ran trains you that way. he uses those weaknesses you have for him as a weapon to get you right where he wants . . specifically speaking, giving into ran in situations you’d never even think of — the elevator ride from the top floor of his abode to the very bottom . . it gives him an ample opportunity to whisper those silky sweet nothings in your ear, kiss n bite at the flesh of your neck , and allow you to grind greedily over his palm . . had it been early into the pining stage of your relationship, you would’ve gotten all hot n bothered at the thought but now it’s your reality.

pet play with ran……….you’re naked, he’s in his suit….there’s a collar and leash, and a bell on you……….same with a cat tail…………i think. he likes the idea of forced pet play because it ties in with his humiliation kink and you’re so quick to get embarrassed and shy for him……he stuffed cat paws on your hands and feet…..won’t let you take them off………he’s even going so far as to say one of his rules for tonight is that you must “talk like a cat for him.” every word you utter that doesn’t fall in his rules is an orgasm…

“but—” the disappointment on ran’s face is as evident as the collar around your neck, firm and restricting. “that’s one.” his voice drops an octave and lilts off his tongue as if he’s mirthful about the situation you’re in. “ran—”

that’s two.

you pout so cutely when he tugs the end of the leash, beckoning you closer to him. ran can be so cruel and mean sometimes; looks at you as if you’re just an object for his entertainment, and to that, you are. his breath fans warmly against your ear as he leans in, leather taut around his hand to keep you in place. “like a cat, my love.” oh, how you wish you could deny everything about him — deny the way the scent of extortionate cologne fills your senses, his honey-lacquered voice against seemingly deaf ears, and how you really wish you could deny the ache in your core from his proximity . . it’s fucking embarrassing, so embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing-

“m-meow~”

ran has a big dick to the point it hurts a bit when you fuck until the hilt is buried in your pussy. but when ran fucks you with just the tip, you squirt thrice in 15 minutes.

dior… you’ve ruined me with this, i genuinely can’t formulate a response i’m just… cause yeah, his tip is fat n pretty n the hardest to take out of all of him, yet he slides it in n out with such precision that you can’t even blame yourself for going dumb in a matter of two minutes

hi, i think ran would like abandonment play……..neglect play even……with you tied up and gagged so you can cry and cry and cry to your heart’s content, but it’ll all be muffled so he can really focus on watching your crying face. maybe on days he really gets pissed with your attitude, he’d leave the gag out so he can hear you cry and beg and plead to his content…

he’s so cruel, it’s honestly jarring how quickly ran’s character can flip 180°.. your loving boyfriend, husband even, has no patience for your attitude — he does everything for you so why must you bite? he truly doesn’t understand but nonetheless, it stirs him up more than anything.

i’m one to believe that he has really intricate punishments that vary the unconventional scale, so you never truly know what trouble you’re getting into .. luckily, he’s in the mood to indulge in some lighthearted humiliation ; if he can’t mold you back into his precious baby through physical means, deteriorating your mental state it is !

he loves how you cry, whine, beg for him endlessly. until your throat starts to feel sore and the tears that were previously cascading down your face can no longer flow. he’ll stand above you to really implement his power over you, or maybe he’ll be in another room, folding his laundry .. taking a shower … brushing his teeth, to the all-exclusive music that are your cries.

something about being ran’s girlfriend at the start of him coming out of prison with that buzzcut and seeing him grow himself, both in hair and in job and in appearance as well as emotionally, as you continue dating throughout the years. though ran might have changed, the only thing that’s stayed constant is the way he loves you. even how much he loves you has changed because it’s so much more than at the beginning.

watching ran grow in status… knowing him from when he’d spontaneously run around with street gangs for fun to seeing him now, an empire built upon his shoulders ,, he’s still the same old ran :( the same man that peppers you in kisses when he senses a shift in your mood, the same man that comes home with loads of gifts as an apology for being gone from home for the past two weeks — the same man that knows exactly how to make you docile and malleable through a series of scant touches and brushes against your thighs, over your neck where the cold metal of his rings cause goosebumps to rise at your skin ; you never had to do much to get him to love you and that’s okay. his love for you exceeds all actions, tenfold.

toji fucking you prone bone in that frilly pink, low cut apron……him muttering “am i making a good wife?” because you talked about him when you came back from work……

you can’t even form a coherent response, just moaning n mumbling about how he’s such a good wife while he’s so deep you start seeing stars

it’s insane because even after his knot inflated and locked into your cunt, he’s still grinding the fat tip against your gspot and milking your cunt of more orgasms and he can’t even pull out. neither can you pull away because you’re locked together. it’s messy and desperate and filthy. and he keeps groaning and muttering about how good of a wife you’ll be, stuck in orgasm euphoria.

god, it’s such a creamy mess :( you can’t stop yourself from cumming n his knot was just.. too much, he’s too eager to breed . way too eager.

sanzu. literally sanzu /srs

scary, creepy haruchiyo. something out of 90’s slasher film. stalking his way toward you while you lay helplessly on his bed, naked and filled with fear — probably from the uncertainty of whatever thoughts your boyfriend could possibly be possessing his mind at the sight .. he’s got a crazed expression on his face, blood dripping from his nose and sinking deep within the crevices between his teeth .. sanzu always gets like this when the adrenaline from a mission got him higher than any other drug. and what could you do? run? he’s far too skilled in chasing prey, it’d be laughable.

“what can i do wit’cha? wanna do somethin’ to ya.” his voices teeters on the line of audibility and silence. he’s insane, with a pair of blown out crystalline eyes to prove it to you. he’s fucking sick. cruel enough to pin your hips down with one hand while the other caresses your face via gun because you’re just so beautiful .. you’ll always look at him as though he created the universe and handed it to you. always. it doesn’t matter if his cock is so deep within your walls that you can’t even think, when he resorts to calling you a “tight fucking freak” , or how you just can’t seem to stop yourself from creaming all over his cock .. you’ll worship him.

i’m crying.

ITS A SIGN!!! did u download it? i really really really wanna know your thoughts :3

i think kishibe revels in the way you’re younger than him and his junior and you’re so proper about it, calling him sir and such. speaking to him in so many honorifics and speaking to him politely at that too. especially in a subordinates dynamic in an office setting. it makes him wonder (and want) to have you calling him “master” or “sensei”. he gets off on the imbalanced power dynamics. how he can say and do whatever he wants with ease while you tiptoe and skirt around him like the skittish, young, pretty little thing that you are because you need to remain respectful to him don’t you, little one?

i had a conversation with a friend earlier last week? about how kishibe would be sleazy (and pervy which we all seem to agree on). he’d find any chance he could to make things almost sexual in a way. like if there was something you needed help on, he’d make you beg for it. something like “please, sensei. she me how to do this.” or “i need your help, master. i can’t do this alone.”

he’s a sick, sick man. he also calls you “little girl” during moments of your naïvety. “a little girl like you needs my help huh? what’s got your tongue, little girl? something on your mind, little girl?” honestly he probably calls you little girl any moment you two are alone haha.

you’re gonna make me pass out to the point of no return omg ???? i’m so … so sick over kishibe and this made it so much worse .. ahh how it feels so easy to submit to him too, he’s your higher-up so of course that’s what you do but even outside of the work setting, him inviting you for drinks — you can’t help but be all timid and practically allowing him to take advantage/control .. does the little lady want a margarita? that’s too bad since he’s already arranged for you to sip down the strongest of vodka, claims it’ll open you up a bit, and who knows? might turn you into a slut by the end of the night.

there he goes with those vague sexual remarks, and you’re unknowing if you should take him serious or not.

honest to truth god. i have been thinking about the way aki snaps and fucks you until you’re breathless and stuttering after he finally gets to know your thoughts on your first meeting. and how you kept laughing at him and breaking up your sentences with stupid wheezing pauses and ridiculous cackles because you immediately thought of chicken little when you saw his head.

when he tells you to repeat what you said about him while he’s got a hand on your throat, grinding his hips in figure 8’s while you try to regain any semblance of coherent thought ;-;

i just need to-

you’re testing him. you’re really testing him — his patience, your luck. if there’s one thing about aki, is that he doesn’t appreciate being painted out as a fool. but i guess that was your dilemma now, seeing as you’re too fucked out to even spit out the words once more or even conjure up an apology in that empty head of yours. it’s truly a shame. he’s not in the business of going all night with you, he has to work in the morning, so it’d be real fucking nice if you made it quick, kept your cute little stutters to a minimum and maybe he’ll let you cum if you spit it out.