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⋆꙳✧༄ Fearplay

꒰ ͜͡➸ You can run but you can't hide from your lover. You're nothing but a little bunny for his amusement until you're trapped and become his toy for pleasure as you shake in fear like a little leaf.

❖ Character: Sukuna

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2498

❖ WARNINGS: Sub!reader, consensual noncon (safeword is mentioned but not used), fearplay, hunter and prey vibe, mean Sukuna, no prep, clit slapping/pinching, double penetration, anal, degradation and petnames, creampies, aftercare

The sound of your heartbeat thumping along with the soft steps of your bare feet across the tiles of this palace were the only things you could hear as you started running from your lover. Sukunas smirk was twisted with a sick fascination as your trembling legs carried you at such speed - but no matter how fast or far you run, he will always catch you. When he rose from his throne, you heard him chuckle, heavy steps following yours and you started breathing harder at the realization that he *will* get to you eventually. “I should give up, perhaps he won't go too rough if I surrender willingly,” you thought to yourself, but you shook the thought from your mind just as fast as it appeared. It was your idea after all, wanting to be chased and made to submit, yet you feared what he would do to you once he caught you.

With quick steps, you ran towards the library to hide away, feeling like hunted prey as you barricaded yourself in the smallest nook you found. Your heart was beating in a steady rhythm like a war drum and your breath eventually eavened out when minutes passed without hearing the thundering steps of the huge man. Sukunas steps were slow and calculated, knowing all your secret little hiding spots, so it was only a matter of time until he found you, or until his patience snapped and he took apart the entire palace so he could get to you.

The door creaked open slowly and you could see him enter the huge room with a small grin plastered on his face. “Come out, brat. I can hear you breathing,” he called out calmly, but there was a hint of danger in his voice. Unsure if he spoke the truth, you clasped your hands over your nose and mouth, willing yourself to hold your breath just to be sure, but his strong legs walked over to the direction you were hiding in. “Your heartbeat is giving you away, like a scared little rabbit.” His voice was mocking now as he simply lifted the table and threw it against a nearby shelf. The loud noise made you squeak and he crouched down to your eye level. “I found you,” Sukuna mused and his grin looked almost predatory when he held one hand out for you to take. “Come out and I promise I'll be gentle.” He cooed with fake sympathy, but you knew better than to trust him, so you quickly escaped your little hiding spot and ran past him.

His laugh echoed through the entire palace, mocking you as you took off running once again. The way he was so eerily calm scared you more than his usual blinding rage, but you saw a vein pop on his temple when you ran past him, knowing that you'd only aggravated him more and if he gets to you now, he will break you entirely - enjoying to watch you fall apart into a million pieces. Sukuna stepped out of the library and into the seemingly endless hallway where you were still running and it amused him. Taking a deep breath, he charged after you, only to rip away one of the carpets beneath your feet as you stepped on it, successfully tripping you. A small scream escaped your lips when the carpet was ripped away beneath your feet and your cheek was met with the cold tiles of the floor. Sukuna loomed over you with a wolfish grin, but just as he leaned over you, you kicked his face with all your strength, taking him off guard. “You fucking-” he cursed out and held his now bleeding nose while you scrambled to your feet, stumbling away as fast as you could towards the exit that led to the beautiful gardens. Your lover didn't even try to run after you, slow steps followed your hurried ones, but you didn't care, not when your escape was so close.

The moment you reached the door, you realized why he didn't run after you. While you were hiding in the library, Sukuna made sure the doors were locked or barricaded to block every single escape route. Frantically you kept throwing your body against the door, opening it inch by agonizing inch, but you felt his presence before it was enough to fit through. The shiver that ran down your spine left you freezing and unable to escape any further. “Are you done trying to run away?” His voice was eerily calm and it only served to scare you further. With pleading eyes, you looked up at the man in front of you, all four arms crossed, as he licked his lips upon watching you shiver. He looked like a solid mountain the way he towered over you and just anyone and you knew you had no chance to get past him, yet you tried.

His arm wrapped around you faster than you thought and he flung you over his shoulder ungracefully, as if you were a sack of potatoes and his laugh echoed through the halls along with each thundering step he took towards his quarters. “You're shivering like a fucking leaf,” he pointed out, amused as your shaking fists connected with his back in a desperate attempt to get out of his grasp. It was all part of the game, but his menacing aura did scare you. The uncertainty of what he's going to do with you, despite knowing a single word would put an end to this.

Without a care, you were tossed onto his obnoxiously large bed, where you bounced once or twice before scrambling away from him. “Don't touch me!” You spat at him and swatted one of his hands away from your face, which only made him chuckle. “And why do you think I care about your consent, little bunny?” He asked and dragged you towards him by yanking your ankle. You were now helplessly lying beneath the mountain of man and he mused at the way you hit and clawed at him. “Don't even think about kicking me. I'll break your legs and you can no longer use them at all,” he threatened and his words alone made you stop squirming, knowing he can snap your bones like they're little twigs. “Good girl,” he praised when you stopped fighting, the tongue on his abs licking over the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt was riding up and the feeling of the wet muscle against your skin made you shiver profoundly. “Please,” you begged with a weak voice, a single tear threatening to roll down your cheek, but you didn't even know what you were begging for. If you wanted him to stop, why were you getting so wet?

Sukunas teeth were showing when he growled at you, registering the way you were rubbing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building up in your poor little cunt, confused about what your body should be feeling. Your lover was scary, which you knew ever since you first laid eyes on him. He was ruthless, a brute, but he would never seriously hurt you, he wants and needs you too much… or would he? You weren't entirely sure anymore when he ripped your shirt apart without further warning. Your fear-filled squeal made him chuckle yet again. You reminded him of a little bunny and he was the big bad wolf that was about to take from you what he wanted.

Sharp claw-like nails were draped over your exposed chest and stomach before easily removing your pants and undergarments. “Such a pliant little bunny for me. Tell me, are you scared of me?” He mused and his face was dangerously close to yours and all you could do was nod. “Good,” he rasped out and licked over your cheek just to see you shudder once again. Your breath grew uneven when his lower pair of arms forced your thighs apart as his upper pair of arms were busy playing with your perked nipples, harshly tugging and twisting them to hear your sweet whimpers. As much as he scared you, your body was reacting nothing but positively to your lover, your folds glistening with arousal when he looked at your exposed cunt. “Look how wet you are from just a few touches… Lucky you,” he mused out, not planning on prepping you much before taking what's rightfully his.

One pair of hands pinned your writhing form to the bed as the other took care of his pants in a quick manner until both his cocks rested heavy against your core. “Please don't,” you begged with teary eyes, knowing exactly how much it would hurt despite your wetness, but his eyes locked with yours with a sinister glint. “What if I do?” He asked challengingly and rubbed one of his tips through your soaked folds, only pushing the tip in. Just the tip was enough to get you to jolt away. Fear was evident by the way a thin layer of sweat started to build on your forehead and Sukuna only waited for you to say the safe word as he repeatedly fucked his tip into you. You stayed silent however and Sukuna was done playing around. Slowly, he leaned down so his mouth was right next to your ear. “You want me to break you, hm? Fuck you until you're nothing more than a hole for my cock to fuck?” He asked teasingly and pushed his entire length in with just one thrust. The pain of a thousand needles penetrated your body and left you gasping for air, but Sukuna enjoyed the sight of your tear-stained cheeks growing wetter with each thrust. His second cock rested heavy on your mound, rubbing over your clit each time the other plunged into you and despite the pain of getting stretched open this fast, you couldn't help but mewl, your body betraying you once again. “You little pain slut,” Sukuna mused and flipped you around, not wanting to see the cock-drunk expression on your face when he would much rather listen to your sweet cries as he used your cunt like nothing but a mere pocket pussy.

While two hands held onto your hip so tight you were sure it would bruise up, one hand rested on the back of your head to make sure your screams and pleas remained muffled by the pillows. Your back was forming a beautiful arch with the way he held your hips up and his fourth hand came to play with your clit, never quite giving you what you crave. No matter how hard you tried to buck your hips or move them away from the small taps his palm was delivering, his iron grip on them wouldn't let you. “Try that again and I'll make sure it will hurt,” he threatened, his voice sounding strangled when your cunt only tightened at that. But your body acted on its own with the next slap to your little clit, flinching away while a cute whine escaped your lips, followed by a shrill shriek when two of his fingers pinched your clit delicately but enough to hurt. “I told you not to move, didn't I?” He warned you and rubbed small circles onto your abused pearl to ease the pain, but your walls started to flutter around his cock. Sobs and cried out moans getting muffled by the pillow beneath you.

The hand that was holding your head down grabbed onto your hair to pull you up ever so slightly. “Your cunt is so tight… Think I can make both of them fit?” Sukuna asked and looked into your puffy eyes, but you shook your head frantically. You only managed to take both his cocks into your cunt twice and both times required lots of prep and right now you were already struggling to accommodate one of his cocks inside of you. Despite the shaking of your head, the man above you didn't care. He wanted to feel you wrapped around both of his heavy cocks and he would make them fit, one way or another. Wrecked cries echoed through the bedroom as he repeatedly tried - and failed - to push his second tip into your tight cunt. Only when he let go of your hips for a moment you tried crawling away from him, not wanting him to try again, but your little attempt at escape only amused him.

Swiftly, you were pulled back onto his length, which made you feel impaled and incredibly full, but Sukuna frowned angry at you. “Where do you think you're going, little bunny?” He asked and his big hands spread your ass for him. “I think I can try another way for you to take both cocks,” he chuckled and spat onto your puckered hole, pleas and sobs falling from your lips once again. You were used to taking him like this, but the situation just made it seem so impossible for you until you felt him penetrate your ass too. Your legs started to shake violently from the feeling of being filled up in both holes as Sukuna wrapped his hands around your waist as he fucked into you. He was using your body as a mere tool for his pleasure, lifting you up and down both of his cocks and getting off to your mewls and whimpers of his name.

It only took one of his hands caressing your clit again, alternating between rubbing it and tapping it, until you came from the forceful penetration. Sukuna followed soon after you since you were milking him, walls clenching around him like a vice. “Fuck-” he groaned as his hot seed spilled deep inside of you and it felt like you were overflowing. A low growl escaped his throat when both of your orgasms slowly ceased and all that was left to be heard was heavy breathing along with the softest whimpers coming from you. With a small hiss, Sukuna pulled his cock out of your ass and watched his seed flow out for just a moment before turning you around, still impaled on his second length. Four strong arms wrapped around your body just to pull you close to his chest, a thin veil of sweat covering him, but you didn't care, your shaky arms holding onto him as little sobs wrecked through your body. “Shh, you're okay,” he gently cooed, holding you close until the emotions washed off again. It felt intense, the shift of the air and the man you just loathed and feared for using you like a toy was your beloved man again, searching for love and safety in his strong arms. Sukuna wasn't one to be soft, but for you, he tried, especially when all it took was as simple as holding you close to him. It was a form of possessiveness for him, which seemed oddly comforting to you, being his.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

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jplupine · 2 days

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Ecstasy Has Meaning Again(Kenpachi Zaraki x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex, vaginal fingering, size kink, belly/tummy bulge kink, Kenpachi is fucking HUGE, some mentions of sparring, squirting, unprotected sex

word count: 1.3k

pairings: Kenpachi Zaraki x Fem!Reader

summary: you asked to be Kenpachi's sparring partner, and while you two did spar, he had another...technique in mind.

a/n: for the lovely Vero(@yeowangies) <3

You’re panting and gasping for air as you throw your hands up in defeat. There was absolutely no way you’d be able to beat Kenpachi, but you had no intentions of beating him. You had only wanted to spar with him to improve your own skills in battle.

“S’that all you got?!” Kenpachi hollers before he approaches you. His hand extends to help you up.

“Y-yeah, that's all I’ve got.”

You look down in shame, but you still take the help to stand up. Your legs feel like jelly as you try to walk away, but his strong grip on your wrist helps steady you. He smirks as he looks at you, eyeing you up and down.

“You’re stronger than you let on,” he praises you, which comes as a surprise.

“You think so?!” You ask, your heart racing.

He smirks at you, and you can see the fire in his eyes. He doesn’t just tell anyone that they are strong, so you know you’ve got to believe it. Kenpachi purposefully approaches the strong so he can fight them. You’ve heard all kinds of crazy stories about this man.

“I think so. But there is another technique we can try,”

There’s a glint in his eyes that’s new to you. It’s a mischievous one that you aren’t sure you’ve ever seen in his eyes before. You’re wondering what he has in mind, but to learn any kind of technique from Kenpachi is an honor. So you accept to learn something else from him without really knowing what it is.

“Follow me, little one.”

When you asked Kenpachi to be his sparring partner, you had no idea it would end up like this…

“Hold your legs open for me, little one.” Kenpachi asserts, his voice is commanding and authoritative.

You whine as you try to hide yourself. He somehow got you on a bed, clothes strewn about the room and your glistening cunt on display for him. Though you aren’t a virgin, you’ve just never had too many partners leaving you a bit more on the inexperienced side.

“Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I had a woman like you naked for me?” Kenpachi asks, leaning in to press soft kisses on your neck. “It’s been much too long. When you ask to be my sparring partner today…”

You squeal when he bites down on the tender flesh of your neck. Your hands come flying up, fingers burying themselves into his spiky hair to keep you grounded.

“Mmm I knew I had to get a taste.” He laughs, eyeballing you as he pulls away.

Then before you know it, he’s got both of his large hands pushing against the backs of your thighs and he begins lapping at you. His tongue is so warm and velvety, you’re beginning to gush on it already. You’re letting out the most pathetic mewls and whimpers; Kenpachi grows more and more turned on as he listens to you.

“I just knew you tasted sweet,” he grunts between long, languid licks.

Your eyes roll back in your skull and you desperately try to hump his face as he sucks on your clit. Another pathetic mewl escapes you as one of his long fingers slips into you. His eyes are so dark with lust as his gaze snaps up to watch your cute little reactions to all of this. You’re acting like you’ve never had your pussy licked before, and it’s so sexy for him to be able to witness this.

“Making my cock so hard,”

You whine pathetically again, and Kenpachi laughs before leaning back in to suck on your clit. His finger bullies its way into you, stretching you out. Even just his finger is so thick, and he curls it against your sweet spot with expertise. It’s like he knows exactly how to work your body and you can feel the coil in your tummy already about to snap. You clench the sheets below you in your fists, tears begin to sting your eyes from the intense pleasure.

“Ken–Kenpachi! I’m gonna cum!”

But before the dam breaks and you have your orgasm, Kenpachi is pulling away completely. He sucks the juices off his fingers, enjoying the way you still taste so sweet even on his skin. He’s looking at you like you’re a piece of meat and he’s a wild beast who’s hungry.

“No, no…this isn’t the technique.”

He then pulls off his clothes. Your eyes widen when you catch a glimpse at the heavy cock that hangs between his legs. How was that even going to fit inside of you? Your cunt continues to clench and pulse in protest from being edged like that, but the excitement of being stretched by such a monster cock was making you even more aroused.

He grasps his big cock, slapping it against your swollen clit. You let out a cute little moan, making him twitch against you. Then Kenpachi leans in to kiss you hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

“You drive me wild, woman.” He purrs, his voice taking on such a husky and gravelly tone.

You feel just how girthy he is while he slides his erection up and down your wet folds. He teases you a few times; pressing his cock to your hole and sliding just a bit in before pulling out completely.

“Kenpachi, please!” you beg, which makes him chuckle darkly again.

“Oh how I love the sound of that!”

He spreads your legs further and you watch as he spits onto your already soaked cunt. Your eyes are wide open as he slides that monster cock into you, having to stop halfway because you’re begging him to slow down. It’s only halfway in but you can feel him already in your tummy. It’s so big, so long. You knew it would be, but you could never properly imagine just how much this would be.

“Such a tight little pussy,” he teases you. Your cheeks heat up as you look up at him. He looks like he could eat you up.

With determination written all over his face, he begins rocking his hips and driving his cock into you even further. The minute he’s bottomed out, you swear you see stars. You’re drooling at this point, your brain is mush from taking this much cock. His tip is pressed against your cervix, and you place a hand on your tummy.

“Yes,” Kenpachi goads you on. “I’m that deep inside you.”

He thrusts gently a few times, and without warning, your orgasm comes crashing down on you. You cry out, your legs shaking and trembling as you begin soaking him in your juices. Kenpachi’s eyes widen, a wicked smirk on his face as he realizes what’s just happened.

“You just came? Just from…that?” He asks you, leaning in to shield you with his big body.

“Your…your cock’s so big.”

He begins to laugh again, and then he grips your thighs so they are stuck together and leaning against his chest. His hips begin smacking against your ass as he fucks into you harder and deeper, wanting more of your juices to coat him.

As Kenpachi ruts into you like an animal in heat, you desperately try to hold on. The way his cockhead keeps bumping against your sweet spot has you cumming over and over, soaking his big broad frame. The more you cum, the dumber you get. You can barely keep your eyes open when you hear him grunting and warning you he’s about to cum.

Ropes of thick, hot cum begin to coat your insides. It’s so much of it, it begins to leak out of you. Your belly is a bit distended from being so full of cum. You’re sure he’s going to give you a break now. But you’re so wrong. He begins rutting into you even harder and deeper now.

“Now, now…did you really think the training session was over?”

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jplupine · 2 days

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MASTERLIST | NEXT PART

PAIRING: Yamada Asaemon Shion x Reader

SYNOPSIS: Getting into a romantic relationship is difficult, unless a potential partner walks right into your workplace.

CONTENT: Modern AU, not canon-compliant, female reader, alcohol, marriage meetings are talked about, abuse/a violent attack is hinted at in regards to Shion's scars, Reader takes on a parental role for Nurugai

WORD COUNT: ~ 1.8 k

NOTES: This is a super slow start into this little series of mine, a bit of setting-work. Future parts will be longer. I would be overjoyed if you joined me on this little journey! Header illustration is from the "Veil" manga by Kotteri!

“He’s at an omiai? Again?!”

Shion flinches at the increased volume of Jikka’s voice. Not because it’s particularly uncomfortable to the ears but because he can feel the result of it - more than enough less than happy glares directed toward their table at the small bar.

It cuts through the soft bossa nova music that plays in the background, supplied by a newcomer as it usually is. A young woman in her early twenties from what he can tell based on the color of her voice but he is a little less sure about his guess than usual, due to the language at hand being English and not Japanese.

Her words tangle with the ones spoken by the people around him. It’s a wild mix of different accents and languages. The Paradise Bar is a spot frequented by foreigners, its clientele is reflected in the choice of music that is unlike what most bars in Japan offer, as well as within the broad variety of food.

“I called him earlier to ask for the time we would meet up and he let me know that he might be a little late tonight,” Shion finally explains, chuckling at the exasperated sigh that leaves his longtime friend.

Bringing his glass to his lips, he sips on the sweet drink. It tastes of mango and something he is sure must be some kind of berry. He’s not sure about what kind it is yet.

“I want to get married too,” Jikka mumbles, his cheek pressed against the cold table. Shion has given up on telling the guy not to put his face there, despite how egregious the staff here is about cleaning. “Everybody is slowly getting hitched. Even little Sagiri,” the man sighs, sitting up straight to take a generous sip of his cocktail.

He had been the one to order for Shion and himself, once again choosing the most out-there fruit combinations, simply based on the funny names that met his eyes on the menu.

Shion smiles fondly at the thought of his former student. “She is not married just yet but with how time is flying, it will soon be just around the corner.”

Directing his direction away from his glass and toward where his friend is sitting, he frowns slightly, “What about that boyfriend of yours that you brought last time we met? He seemed like a nice guy.”

With a huff, Jikka leans his chin onto his hand, propping his elbow up on the wooden table. “He was a clingy thing, that one. Starry-eyed and naive. It was cute at first but a guy can only take that much before he feels caged in, ya know?”

Before Shion can reply, someone clears their throat right next to their table. The familiar scent of expensive cologne and coffee wafts over to where he is sitting, causing him to tilt his head up. “There you are,” he greets his friend, a gentle smile tugging on his lips.

Jikka groans as he scoots over to make some space for Eizen, the latter sliding into the booth seat with a huff, “Stop making so much noise. You’re making me want to leave.” Taking off his jacket, he puts it down on the cushion right next to him and then moves to push his sleeves up his arms.

With languorous ease, Jikka lifts his hand to call the server over. Once she spares him a moment of her time and catches sight of Eizen, she gives him a thumbs up, familiar with his order. Once she disappears behind the bar, he returns his attention to his friend.

“How was she?” he asks, using his straw to stir the remnants of his drink and the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass. He’ll order another when the server comes to their table to bring Eizen’s drink.

Eizen reaches back to untie the bright red strands of his hair, running his fingers through them messily as he frowns. Taking a moment to answer, he finally mutters his reply dismissively. “Not for me. Let’s not talk about that.”

Shion smiles against the rim of his glass before he puts it down. “That bad?” he asks, raising a brow with an amused smile.

“A nightmare on two legs, if nightmares wore obnoxiously strong perfume.”

A resounding “Ah” leaves the other two men at his response and Shion scrunches up his nose, trying not to recreate whatever perfumes have bothered him in the past.

“What about your boyfriend?” Eizen asks Jikka as he accepts his drink from the server, waiting for his reply as Jikka orders himself another drink. His eye is trained on him but there is no need for his reply as his friend busies himself with the straw in his drink.

“I can’t believe this,” he mutters, rubbing his hand over his face to chase away the exhaustion and the disbelief. Directing his attention towards Shion, he practically begs, “At least you-”

“There’s no one,” Shion replies simply, looking a little put on the spot when Eizen groans in defeat and he quickly defends himself, “It’s not like I can just go out and meet someone. It’s not that easy.”

“Dating’s not easy,” Jikka slurs, lowering his head to the table again. Before his cheek meets the cool wood once more, Shion slides his hand right in between, letting his friend rest his face in his open palm. With a soft noise, Jikka closes his eyes and nuzzles into the warm hand that was offered to him.

“If even you can’t find anyone, it’s so over for us.”

It’s quiet at the small dojo, the commotion is finally over for the day. After the kids leave his lessons, Shion gets a moment to himself. Opening the windows, he lets in some fresh air while he puts away the equipment he has put to the side. Bare feet hit the mats that make up the floor and it’s the only sound inside the four walls of his workplace until the door slides open and someone mutters a small “excuse me”.

Did someone forget something?

“Yes?” he asks, turning around. The man in front of you is a little taller than you and he’s wearing the uniform that was shown on the little advertising flyer so you are sure he works at the dojo. Prominent scars run along his skin through his eyebrows and over his eyelids on both sides, connected by the vertical scar that runs over the bridge of his nose. His eyes are closed.

The man doesn’t seem to be making any moves to open them either so you assume he can’t. Even though his scars are clearly man-made and that might be a reason to worry, your mind is only busy thinking about how handsome he looks.

There is a short moment before you slowly begin speaking again, “Oh… I thought there would be a self-defense class taking place here.” Someone shifts next to you, their frame much smaller. Perhaps your sibling? “It said six PM on the flyer at the café but I might have gotten that wrong.”

Tenza must have forgotten to switch out some of the old flyers for the new ones. How typical. Shion bites back a smile so that you don’t think you are the one he is making fun of inside his head.

“I am sorry,” he tells you politely, approaching you until he is standing right in front of you properly. “One of my students must have forgotten to put up the new flyer there and take down the old one. We pushed the time forward by a bit because the kids said it was a little late to start at six. We start at four PM every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”

Clearing your throat, you awkwardly look at your companion. “You can accompany your sister during the first training session if you want to,” Shion lets you know. “Since it’s Wednesday, that would be the day after tomorrow.”

He hears the younger one giggle and he tilts his head in response. “She’s my daughter,” you explain, your voice laced with fondness but there is a hint of awkwardness to your words. As if you’re not used to saying them.

With a smile, Shion replies, “Then feel free to bring your daughter over on Friday so she can join the session on that day. We can discuss the details afterward if she wants to come by regularly…”

He drifts off as if searching for something.

“Yes?” you ask, hesitantly.

“My name is Shion. I don’t think I got your names?” You feel warmth climb its way up into your cheeks. You had just walked into the dojo and then asked this man questions, not knowing who he was. Even worse, he doesn’t even have a face to put to your voice.

Quickly, you tell him your name, muttering it out in a way that almost makes it difficult to catch and causes the man in front of you to chuckle. “- and this is Nurugai,” you tell him and he feels a little gust of wind around his hips. If his trained guess is correct, she just bowed to him.

“It’s nice to meet you two. I don’t think I have heard your names before. Did you come here from further away?” he asks, returning to his task of putting some of the leftover gear away. Not thinking much about it, you just join right in and follow his lead, despite the small noise of protest he offers.

“We just moved here a few days ago. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have her do something with other kids,” you explain and it’s almost as if he can hear your frown in your tone. It’s not his place to ask any further.

Once you’re done, he turns around to face you once more. “I agree. Then I hope I will get to see you this Friday?” he asks, raising a brow. You almost feel bad for laughing but the way the corners of his lips lift, tells you that it was intentional.

Reaching out, you grab ahold of his hand with both of yours, squeezing them gently but firmly. “We will come by. It was nice meeting you,” you tell him enthusiastically. The smell of lavender, mixed with something else reaches his nose and he furrows his brows.

Your hands are a little cold from being outside before you came in and your fingertips are a little rough, the rest of your hands soft. A few rings brush against his fingers but before he can go any more in-depth with his very own analysis, Nurugai clears her throat and you quickly let go.

“People over here aren’t this touchy,” she reminds you and you sheepishly let go, lest the handsome guy in front of you thinks you’re some kind of odd person. Meekly, you apologize but Shion simply smiles, not minding it much.

“Friday then,” you answer resolutely, pulling your coat closer around yourself as you offer Nurugai your hand. The lines of his face soften and the scars over his eyelids don’t seem as intimidating as they did that very first moment.

“Friday it is.”

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jplupine · 2 days

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No one who needs to see this will, but oh well:

Polite request to keep your bashing of a character/actor/show out of the tag. "Show name critical" or "anti actor name" would be a better tag. You really don't need to #tag the actor, show, and ship name on your hate post. You'd hate it if people did it to your faves. Have some decency. 🤧

#text post #for real #tagging hate with the main tags will show it to people who LIKE that character/show so more likely to just start drama with that #I've blocked people who put character/media hate in the main tags for those characters/media #I'm not even a huge Orihime fan for example but have blocked Orihime haters 'cause they put that shit in the main Bleach tags

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jplupine · 3 days

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Who the Hell is this yandere-lookin milkman I keep seeing people drawing with his big tits against a window and covered in blood

bout to get a discount on milk got DAYUM

#WHO IS THIS MILKMAN #is he really yandere?? asking for science #When Wolf Speaks #text post #lime #the Wolf thirsts

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jplupine · 4 days

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[WIP] Most of the time spent on this damn drawing has been working on that netting BUT IT'S LOOKIN SO GOOD 👏

[WIP] The beef Kv'var-de has with Panther lives rent free in my head, so I'm drawing something specifically for it LMAO

#WIP #Kv'var-de #yautja #orange #Leila of the....#Wolf does fanart

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jplupine · 4 days

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Choso, who is so tall and a little intimidating at first glance, who is strong and reliable, who takes care of everyone like a big brother would. No one ever raises any questions about his secondary gender at all. Of course he's an alpha.

Choso, who turns into a mess when he gets a whiff of your pheromones as you're approaching your rut, triggering his heat. It causes him to feel so much shame because he doesn't want to disappoint any of the people who think so highly of him.

You could never feel that way about this revelation though. Not with how good he smells and how you feel yourself getting hard at the sight of his embarrassed expression

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jplupine · 4 days

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Reblog this to give the person you reblogged from a heart shaped cookie

#text post #oooo cookies!

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jplupine · 5 days

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⋆꙳✧༄ Frustration

꒰ ͜͡➸ In which Ukai comes home after a terrible match and you help him take out his frustrations in the bedroom.

❖ Character: Keishin Ukai

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 0.7k

❖ WARNINGS: switch Ukai, nipple play, rough sex, riding Ukai, creampie

❖ A/n: reposting my old haikyuu works onto here 🫶 | Honorary tag for my fellow Ukai fucker: @fictionfordays

You heard the door open a lot more quiet than usual at this time, having you worry that the training match didn’t go as well as he hoped it would. It was always like this when they lost, leaving Ukai frustrated at all the effort he put into training the boys.

When you finally saw him enter the kitchen where you were just cooking dinner, his face looked gloomy, worse than usual so you stayed silent, handing him a plate full of his favorite dinner with a small smile. As he put it down on the table you could hear the softest "Thank you" being mumbled by him before he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you against him, his head resting against your shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked him concerned but he shook his head, planting small kisses on your neck "Can dinner wait? I need you darling" he whispered, wanting to take his frustration out on you. A sigh escaped your lips and you nodded, dinner can be heated up when he’s feeling better, knowing it will make him ten times happier then anyways.

You could swear that you saw a small smile on his lips when you agreed before getting dragged along to the bedroom like in one of those movie scenes, clothes being scattered on the way to the bed as heated kisses were exchanged. By the time he pushed you onto the bed, the both of you were already naked, his hand toying with your pretty cunt. As sweet moans escaped your lips your hand reached for his already hard length, giving it a few pumps to tease him "Come and use me Baby, take it out on me," you mumbled between moans but he shook his head "'m too tired Babe, be my good girl and ride me, hm?" he asked in the softest way possible. The second those words left his lips you were already on him, enjoying to ride him like nothing else, getting to see his fucked out expression beneath you was a sight you always craved but rarely got to see. He wasted no time to line himself up, his big hands having a strong grip to your hips as he helped you move onto him. You barely had time to adjust as he lifted you up, slamming you down again and you got the message, he needed it rough and that was exactly what you gave him, lifting your hips again to slam them down over and over. Once you got the speed right his hands wandered up to your bouncing tits, groping them harsh and pinching your nipples to get the most sinful moans out of you. His lips were slightly parted as grunts left him, completely in trance by the way you’re fucking him, his cheeks crimson.

As he got closer he suddenly held your hips in place "Slow down babe, need to feel you... so tight, so good for me" he said breathless, making you nod as you circled your hips slowly, having his tip brush your sweet spot over and over. You leaned down to press a few kisses on his collarbone before leaning back to grind against him faster, chasing your high. He knew exactly what’s going on by the way your walls fluttered around him, bringing his thumb to your clit to help you over the edge. When you finally came, clenching around his length so deliciously he held your hips down, thrusting into you as he let his release paint your walls white, his eyes rolling into his head at how intense it felt.

Once you two got to ride out your high he pulled you into his chest, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and there it was again, the softest "Thank you" which had you shaking your head with a small giggle "Don’t thank me for that Kei, you know i love you… and I’m more than happy to help you unwind after a bad match" you reassured him, kissing him loving after. His smile returned to his face "I love you too Darling… Can we not talk about the match? Tomorrow i will tell you all about it, i promise," he said exhausted and you nodded, never pushing him to tell you about things he wasn’t ready to share yet, knowing he will come up with a plan first before he can share his teams failure with you.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

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jplupine · 5 days

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mdni; pussy eating, female reader, spit, fingering (f!receiving), yuuji is a messy eater, modern!au, baby used as a petname, mention of voyeurism, not proofread. (2.3k)

Yuuji can’t believe his luck.

Can’t believe that it’s you who’s laid out before, it’s you who has their legs over his shoulders and it’s you who’s letting him pry your dripping pussy apart with his thumbs to reveal the swell of your clit—just waiting to be sucked on.

Yuuji thinks he might be drooling, with the way his tongue feels heavy and thick with spit in his mouth. He must look a bit like a dog between your thighs, eyes blown wide and near panting over the mere prospect of putting his mouth against you.

“Y-Yuuji..” It’s the breathlessness of it that has his eyes snapping up from your drooling slit, blinking away the pink tint of lust in his eyes to peer up at you. “Stop staring—”

“Can’t help it,” his words are slurred, the spit in his mouth near enough dripping from his lips. “Jus’ so pretty.”

And as if he couldn’t help it, his eyes dart back down to your pussy. He still can’t believe it, how did he get so lucky? How did he get his best friend of so many years laid out on the bed in his new apartment?

He can't tell you the exact moment it happened, but it may have been when you’d finished helping him assemble the new dresser that’s now sporting your panties from where he practically flung them across the room in his eager excitement.

You were sweaty from carrying it up the stairs since the elevator had decided to break down this week, and then it didn’t help when you were stripping your t-shirt until you were hunched over the partially assembled dresser in just your leggings and a sports bra.

Blame it on that primal part of his brain but, fuck, he couldn’t stop imagining dipping his tongue into the hollow of your throat to taste you; to taste the salt that lines itself so delectably on your skin. He wanted to taste you wholly, to have his lips and fingers alike pressing into your skin until you whimpered for him.

“You’re staring again,” you huff and this time, Yuuji grins at the whiny tone of your voice. “If you’re going to just stare then—”

Oh. He can’t have you leaving, not yet. So with a new resolve to turn your words to nothing, Yuuji clamps his mouth over your pussy. And if he wasn’t in heaven already, he is now. Your moans were something that didn’t come close to the times he imagined you in this very situation—and many other situations. You had his stomach tightening, and hips pressing further into the mattress in an effort to stave off the ache in his cock.

“Yuuji!” You squeak uselessly, wriggling in his ever-tightening grip when he drags the flat of his tongue through your folds until he finds the swollen nub of your clit. You must know exactly what’s to come, with the way your fingers sink into the fluffy pink hair atop his head in anticipation.

His lips wrap around it easily, suckling it into his mouth until he hears you shudder out a breathy moan and attempt to push his head away when he hollows out his cheeks. He chances a glance upwards along the expanse of your body, admiring the way your stomach jiggles with each harsh breath you suck in.

Your tits shift with each whine that forces your back to arch off of the bed, and it has Yuuji’s eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head if not for the need to watch what he does to you. He’s waited far too long to miss anything.

Your nails scratch against his scalp when he finally releases your clit in favour of dipping his tongue down between your folds, his tongue dripping with the saliva that had been gathering in his mouth from the very second he saw your bare skin just twenty minutes ago. It drips and mixes with your slick, creating an even thicker mess that he’s all too happy to suck back into his mouth before repeating the motion.

His fingers dig into your hips, large and thick enough to hold you in place when you buck your hips at the teasing of the tip of his tongue at the entrance of your pussy. You were eager, and Yuuji was far too happy to indulge you in your wishes. With a flick of maroon eyes, he looks up to find you looking down at him with a look in your eye that has him nearly creaming in his boxers.

You looked fucked out, and he’s only had his mouth on you for a few minutes. What would you look like on his cock? When you have to take the thickness of it until it’s snug against your womb. When you have to endure the drag of it through your tight walls until you inevitably cum for him.

The possibilities have Yuuji doubling down in his efforts, tongue lashing back and forth in a sloppy way that has his chin and cheeks soaked until he can feel his skin growing tacky against your inner thighs. You moan his name so beautifully, loud and unashamed when you realise he’s serious about making you cum on his tongue.

Even with his tongue pressing into your pussy, and even when his lips pull your clit into his mouth—he still can’t believe the situation he’s in. He feels lucky, beyond it. Your pussy is so warm, so hot and wet that he can’t believe he waited so long. His mind feels fuzzy and clouded with the urge to make you scream his name by the end of the night. Even if Sukuna hears.

The thought of his older brother hearing you, hearing what he’s doing to you… it should serve to turn him off, to have the fog lifting from his mind but that primal part of his mind doubles down. It demands him to stake his claim, to show that he was the one who got you into bed, he was the one who had you cumming on his tongue alone—

It’s enough to make him groan into your pussy before breaking away to take a much-needed deep breath, he looks up again to find your head pressed back against his plush pillows and your eyes shut. Your chest is heaving with each harsh breath you have to suck in to just survive the onslaught Yuuji had put your pussy through so quickly.

“Want you to cum for me,” he slurs, lips soaked and swollen from the effort he’s been putting into eating your pussy. “Cum on my tongue, baby. Please, please—need it so bad.”

He knows he’s whining, he knows he’s begging but he doesn’t care. He’ll never care about it when it comes to you. He wants you to feel good, he wants your pleasure over his own. He wants to feel and see you come undone from the things he does to you, so please, won’t you cum for him?

You finally lift your head from the pillows, blowing out a heavy breath when you finally seem to gather your senses again. You’re sweating, again, it sticks the flyaway hairs to your skin and makes you glisten in the dimmed lamp light from that shitty lamp in the corner that he found with you.

He doesn’t even wait for your words to leave your tongue when your mouth opens, head nodding in agreement—his lips are immediately back on you, and he’s fucking you with his tongue. It swirls around your clit, and dips down between your folds before finding a home at your entrance. It flicks you teasingly, letting the spit gathered in his mouth drip down until it’s soaking the bed sheets beneath you.

Your hips buck off the bed, hard enough to have Yuuji doubling down in his efforts to keep you pinned with his hot mouth. He loops an arm over the expanse of your hips, holding you in a gentle yet aggressive hold that he knows you won’t be worming your way out of anytime soon… but now it leaves him with one hand free.

With the now free hand, he strokes it along the expanse of your tense thigh, feels the muscle jump and contract when he grasps at the meat of your thigh to clamp it further against his head when he drags the length of his tongue up your pussy to play with your clit until you’re grasping at his hair to make him relent.

The moan that tumbles from your open mouth when he presses just one thick finger into your pulsing warmth has Yuuji fucking into the mattress with a harsh press on his hips. Fuck—if that’s how you sounded with just one of his fingers, you’d sound like an angel with how he’d stretch you on his cock.

His finger curls against your walls, savouring the way you quickly clamp down on his finger when he starts to fuck it into you a little too quickly, a little too eager in wanting to make you cum on his tongue. But you don’t stop him, you don’t push him away and you don’t fight the hold he has on you. If anything, he finds you tugging on his hair to pull him into you, effectively smothering him with your pussy.

And if this was the way Yuuji died today, then he would die the happiest man ever.

Yuuji huffs against your pussy, nothing short of a panting dog with the way he laps at your pussy so devotedly. You take his finger well enough that he slips in a second finger, savouring the way your thighs clamp against his ears until he can hear nothing but the muffled groan you let loose. It has him working his wrist quicker, curling his fingers at the right time and you’d think he fucked you before with his fingers with how well he’s doing…

But the truth is, he may have accidentally seen you in the bathroom one day. It’s not like he was doing it on purpose! You were home from work, and he came over to drop off the clothes you left at his house last weekend when you went out together drinking! He didn’t mean to look through the gap of the bathroom door, he didn’t mean to see the way your fingers were deep inside of you and he certainly didn’t mean to cum in his pants from watching you get off.

You didn’t know about that, and he’s pretty certain you will never know about that. He can’t imagine the mortification on your face, or the horror in realisation that maybe your best friend is a little bit of a pervert—but hey! He didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. And again, if Yuuji is anyone, he’s a man of opportunity.

His fingers continue to scissor and stretch your walls, fingers that were thick and calloused from his day's work curl against that hidden spot deep inside of you and it has you moaning like a pornstar, your head thrown back to expose the length of your throat. Yuuji wants to mark your throat, if you let him, he wants to bite it, lick it, and kiss it until you can only remember his touch.

Your walls pulse around his fingers, clenching in a way that Yuuji knows must mean you’re close. So he locks his lips around your clit, sucking with such vigour that you squeal at the sudden shift. His arm tenses around your waist, holding you still to be at his mercy. He grunts against your wet heat, his wrist aching just slightly from how quickly he’s fucking you with his fingers.

“Y–Yuuji! I’m—I’m gonna–...” It’s all he had to hear, it’s all he’s ever wanted to hear. And he doesn’t need to hear anything else apart from the beautiful angelic moan that comes from deep in your chest, your pussy convulses and gushes with the combined effort of his tongue and fingers.

Yuuji moans without shame against you, his lips finally parting from your swollen clit but he doesn’t go too far. Not when he realises he can just dip his head down and lap at the rush of your release, his tongue eager to slurp up anything you give him. The sounds are obscene, downright disgusting with how loud he’s huffing against your pussy as well as just how wet you are for him.

It isn’t until you’re pressing the palm of your hand against his forehead and forcing him to part from your throbbing cunt. Yuuji meets your eyes for the first time in what feels like forever, and he’s certain you can see just how far gone he is from just eating your pussy because you smile at him, a seductive smile that has his toes curling uselessly from where they hang off the end of his bed.

It has him crawling up the bed, albeit a little clumsily with how his knees slip on the sheets when he’s kicking down the thick grey sweatpants he decided to wear today. You’re giggling sweetly when he’s finally over you, his face cradled delicately in your hands that he thinks he might be in love—he’s actually in fucking love.

“C’mere,” you whisper, words just a hush of a breath against his parted lips and he’s leaning in, lips just pressing to yours when there’s a harsh bang of a door against the wall next to you both. It has you jumping out of your skin, and Yuuji jolts up to look at the wall.

As if he could see through it and see his older brother who certainly heard you moaning his name just moments ago.

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