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Kinktober Day 5

Kintober Day 5- Praise/assisted maturation

Amajiki Tamaki x reader

Authors note: Not proof read and kinda short but I gotta get back on the kinktober grind. Reader has been dating Tamaki for a while before this and is gn. Enjoy!

Requests open for kink and flufftober along with regular fics!

Tamaki has always been a very shy guy. From when you first met to when you started dating and to when you left school. Tamaki is for sure brave and powerful but has always been shy.

Whenever you give him a compliment or praise the result is a extremely flushed Tamaki. But lately you've noticed when you praise him for something the result is a Tamaki that seems...turned on? You can't put your finger on what is different about his reaction but it's there you just have to figure out what it is.

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"Hey babe, how are you?" You walk into your living room where Tamaki is sitting at your round table working. He has his hair pulled back and is wearing his lounge clothes. Tamaki looks up at you with a smile.

"Hello honey I'm good, how was shopping?" Tamaki's voice is soft and sweet. You walk towards him, cupping his face in your hands and leaning down to give him a kiss. "It was fine, what are you working on?"

Tamaki explains to you some of the agency work he's doing. Tamaki insisted on doing the majority of the agency paper work. After he finishes talking you decide to test a theory. "Wow Amajiki, you're really smart."

Tamaki immediately clams up, face flushing red. "You know," you move closer to him on the couch, "It's really sexy when you show off." He gulps when your sultry voice whispers in his ear. Tamaki begins to stammer out a response but just ends up mumbling a thank you.

"You know you look amazing today, almost pulled you back into bed this morning when I saw you in your suit if you know what I mean." Tamaki can feel himself getting hot, he quickly rushes out some excuse and gets up to walk to the bedroom.

Before you can stop him he's gone, rushing down the hall. After a few minutes of waiting on Tamaki and him not coming out you decide to investigate. You lightly knock on the bedroom door and get a muffled response. "Babe?"

You call out his name. "You okay in there Amajiki?" When he doesn't say anything you start to get worried. "Amajiki I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I'm sorry if I did." There's no response again and you're ready to walk away and give him space.

That is untill you here an noise come from behind the door. "Amajiki?" The sound that you hear from the room grows louder. It sounds airy and desperate. After a minute of consideration you say, "Babe I'm coming in."

When you open the door you're met with a flushed Tamaki with his pants down desperately pumping his length on your shared bed. When he sees you he let's out a whiny moan. You stand frozen in shock for a second, taking in the sight before you.

"I'm- I'm sorry y/n. I just- what you said earlier I needed to take care of it." Tamaki stumbles over his words trying to find an explanation. You quickly realize what he means, a smirk coming to your face. You close the door, making your way over to wear Tamaki is jerking himself off.

When he sees you getting closer his shaky hands stop their movement. "Oh Amajiki don't stop, you were doing so good." Your words make him choke on the whine bubbling in his throat. His face flushes a darker shade of red in embarrassment.

You lightly push at his shoulders making him move all the way to the back of the bed rest. You slowly get onto Tamaki's lap, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. Your sultry voice whispers in his ear, "Common Amajiki keep touching yourself, don't you want to be good? For me?"

Your words cause Tamaki to rush his hands to his throbbing length. He whimpers at the feeling. You start softly leaving hickeys up and down the side of his neck.

"I-Im close." He moans to you after a minute. You chuckle, "Already?" Tamaki gets flustered at your words. He stumbles over his excuse for a second before he throws his head back. "I was already built up from before." He trys to excuse the burning pleasure he feels building in his core.

"Hmm I suppose. You're being good so I'll let you come. But don't stop after you do ok?" Tamaki quickly shakes his head. With a high pitched whine he comes over his hand and lower shirt.

As he comes down from his high his hand starts to slow down. You bring one if your hands down to hold onto his. Your hand forces his to continue moving at a faster pace. Tamaki moans loudly at the feeling, "Y/n-" He cuts himself off with a whine when you begin to play with his tip.

Tamaki starts to try and fold in on himself and bend his legs. You stop him, making him take all of it. "You look so pretty like this Amajiki. Just want to have you like this for a little longer. You can do that for me right my pretty boy?" Tamaki takes a deep breath at your words.

Through desperate moans he nods his head. His face flushed in embarrassment and pleasure. "Good boy Amajiki."

Favourite fic ever!

Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.

Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?

Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.

Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”

Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-

“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.

Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”

“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.

Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“

“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.

You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.

Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.

“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.

You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”

“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.

You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.

Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.

All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.

You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.

Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”

You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”

“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”

And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.

One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.

He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead? 

Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.

He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.

Now that was a sight to see. 

“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.

When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.

Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.

Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering. 

You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?” 

The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.

“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”

He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??

Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.

You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”

All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.

His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.

It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs. 

Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.

Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.

Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—

“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him. 

Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.

Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.

You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.

A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”

“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”

You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”

Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.

His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”

Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”

…

Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.

Me On my way! To c.ai rn

thinking about jacking kazutora off and not paying any attention to it. your adroit fingers pump at his shaft, twisting around him steadily as you move your hand down, thumb catching the pre that leaks from his tip every time you trace over it. you’re working him like it’s your job, grip on him almost synonymous to the vice grip your cunt has every time you fuck yourself onto him, but you won’t even look at him. it feels like torture (if torture has ever been so good), and he’s making a scene of himself; whining close to your ear, muttering out your name, bucking his hips up into your hand, begging so pathetically loud you almost break to call him desperate. kazutora is so needy, so ready to be whatever you ask for, so ready to do anything just for you to touch him, and the lack of praise, or degradation, or regard you’re giving him is overwhelming. you keep your eyes pointed forward on the movie you have on the entirety of your actions, and once a loud, pitched ‘please’ leaves him, you use your other hand to turn the volume on the program up.

he doesn’t move for your face, doesn’t touch you to get you to pay attention to him up until the very end. his cock twitches under your touch, throat closes around a garbled sob, and he can’t help himself anymore. he grabs at you, forces you to him and mentally pleads that you don’t stop the high you’re about to give him when he kisses you, swift apologies stumbling into and against your parted lips as ropes of cum coat your fingers.

kazutora catches his breath as he holds you, chest rising and falling heavily as he leaves his head against yours until you force him away, lifting your fingers to make him— let him— taste himself before you point your attention back to your tv screen, the lack of attention already throbbing at his cock again.

Yes. @mysicklove you have my HEART with this!!🤭😍🤞🏻🩷🤣

massaging puppy! yuuji’s gums when his adult canines finally grow into place. he’s a late bloomer, haven been of age for the past couple of years. his mouth is so sore with them and he’s chewing through all of his chew toys, but the poor thing can’t seem to catch a break. and so you rub at his inflamed gums while he whines and drools all over your hand, tail thumping against the hardwood bc finally he gets some sort of relief from the pain. too had his pants seem to grow too tight and he begins to ache down there :(

I would follow him if it was real hundred percent🫶🏻

JJK Coded Tweets

toji fushiguro edition~

a/n: I think this might be my favorite edition. Toji is funny asf.

divider by @jilval !

Stronk

omg related to the fighting from 🐛 anon, what about R who CAN take them in a fight AND win 😼

also- can i be 🦘 anon :° )

Fight me… PT. 2

➛ feat. Gojo, Geto & Nanami

➛ warnings: none

And yes you absolutely can be the 🦘 anon

Peak😭😂

Pookie do like what icks bllk boys get (not specifically about reader) 🫶🫶🫶

Idek if I make sense

“ICKS” BLLK BOYS GET

Notes: YES OFC 🤩🤩 hope this was what you had in mind :D (also so sorry for taking long- I had trouble thinking about this lol)

characters: Bachira, Reo, Sendou, Oliver, Rin, Otoya

again, again, don’t take this seriously 💀

BLLK BOYS “ICKS”

BACHIRA MEGURU

is so hurt when his close friends / y/n doesn’t return his affection- 

If someone does the “who?” “Who asked?” Thing. Yeah he doesn’t like that

Pretty much people who make others feel small or unimportant

It’s kinda hard to make Bachira hate ppl tho

When the weather app lies

When he’s a few cents short and the cashier won’t let it slide (that pisses me off to no end oml)

MIKAGE REO

snobby ppl

Ppl who don’t care about what he’s saying

When ppl wear mismatched socks

When ppl loud in quiet settings

Side-eyers 

SENDOU SHUTO

when ppl invade his personal space (if he’s not super duper close with them)

Mean people 😭

When people cut him in line

When ppl judge him

0.5 photos

AIKU OLIVER

when ppl chew with their mouth open

Dry Texters

ppl who walk in front of him

women who know their worth

ITOSHI RIN

I had an awful time thinking about his omg

when ppl don’t look at him when he goes “ahem” very loudly LMAOO

When he gets left on read (only he can do that!! 🙄)

When people talk about how “hard” there day was

pick me girls/boys (they all drive him mad)

OTOYA EITA

When girls don’t wanna talk about soccer or video games

gay girls (OKAY B4 YOU COME AT ME HEAR MY REASONING. he hates gay girls bc they are taking away girls from him LOLL) 

(Also he is convinced that he could “change” lesbians …🧍‍♀️)

When people tell him Naruto is ass

When he gets called out for his fucked up toenails

THANKS FOR READING :D

made may 25th 2024

Ma babygirl🤞🏻🤭🥴🫶🏻😍

Special illustration for Gojo's birthday.

GLOW UPP!!!!😽😻🙌🏼🫶🏻

PLEASE MORE!?

ART CREDS TO: @baobei-bu ON TUMBLR AND baobei_beh ON TWITTER (if you don’t like ur art posted by me lmk asap so i can delete it!!)

Cowhybrid!Satoru who goes out of his way to let his pecs get as full as possible, just so you can ignore the other hybrids on the farm and attend to him only. When he gets backed up milking can take a few days so he has the privilege to sit in your room all day while you get him unstuck.

You always scold him for doing that but once you start pinching his sensitive nipples he starts pouring out those near pornographic sounds, he’s so damn pretty and it’s the fact that he knows it too, his white lashes that flutter closed when you pinch and force the blockage out.

His lips are a deep shade of red from how hard he bites on them trying to hold back those groans, you egg him on that it’s okay and it’s completely natural for it to hurt but it doesn’t hurt for him it feels so fucking good, the pain is just a plus in his eyes.

Trying to hide how hard his cock is proves to be the hardest thing, the position makes him so vulnerable, you have him sat in your lap and you don’t seem to have noticed the bulge in his pants at all too focused on getting him healed and feeling better.

This Is the only thing that really pushes him over that edge, when he does it himself all he ends up doing is edging himself with no completion.

When you push against a particular hard knot he damn near screams, his body twitches as hot cum decorates his underwear and seeps down his thighs.

You’re still so clueless as to what just happened, a worried expression on your face as you apologize profusely if you hurt him too bad.