mmmhhh (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) yummy… :) thank u for this anon!!

(18+) mdni!!

— loves when you cry?

maki: the fact that he’s the one making you feel this way, it’s thrilling.

harua: it’s driven by pure fascination honestly. once he sees you start crying for the first time, that’s all he’d want to see every time afterwards.

euijoo: a sign he’s doing well. gets a bit nervous though until you reassure him they’re tears of pleasure.

kei: loves the transition of brat to melted mess, loves seeing your cries turn from frustration to helplessness.

yuma: brat. loves watching you struggle or get all pouty when he denies you until you’re tearing up from frustration.

…. yes.

— who cries the most? under the cut !!

Unfortunately I love writing really stupid headcannons. This is the first of many and I apologize in advance 🫣

James: grocery store employee that will walk you to where an item is but walks way faster than you so you're practically running after him #embarrassing

Juhoon: clothing/retail worker that does NOT play about their displays and goes to fix it as soon as there's no customers

Martin: LINE COOK!!! World's most efficient closing shift worker on god he will have you all out of there on time

Seonghyeon: begrudging coffee shop cashier that for sure hides behind the counter when someone comes in 10 minutes til close

Keonho: seasonal employee at a pool or fairground that has to wear a silly little uniform and is addicted to being on his phone while on the clock

I think abt how u say maki loves feeling needed so he’s always just like. Go ahead 😊 Don’t worry about it 😊 (PLEASE BITE) 😊 I don’t mind😊

And when it happens he’s just so dizzy with love and yk getting his blood sucked and it’s just intense and you know

Bite Me !

...Or, Maki lets his vampiric girlfriend drink from him ✩ Maki x Vampire!Reader ─── 18+ | Highly suggestive but more romantic than anything else (no explicit smut) | A/N: DROOOLIIIIIIIING OVER THIS ASK. FULL ON SALIVATING. GRAH.

Riki, affectionately speaking, is vibrating.

He always is, when you're hungry. In the beginning, you'd stuck solely to small animals. It was more sustainable, safer. You couldn't stick your fangs into your very-human boyfriend no matter how often he offered ─ and he offered a lot.

It's just within his nature; your boyfriend shows his love by helping. If he can't be useful, it dampens his mood like a candle being snuffed out. It's not like you're able to digest human food, anyway, so he can't make you food. That was lowkey disappointing to him, seeing as Riki is a fantastic cook ─ so he needed to get creative.

...If you defined creativity as drinking his blood. Which you didn't, at first.

Now, though, you're more than used to the routine. You stave off your hunger until you salivate at the mere thought of metallic essence filling your senses, and then subtly hint to Riki: Please. I need you. He drops everything to get comfy on your bed or the couch, his broad form brimming with as much excitement as a puppy with a bone in front of its face.

His hands cradle your waist gently, pulling you close enough that your face can reach his mouth with little to no effort on your part. He likes you close when you do this, as if folding you into his body could fuse you together if he tries hard enough. Your thighs cage his hips, squeezing the flesh softly.

"Someone's eager," you tease, running your hands over his wide shoulders. "What's got you so jumpy, baby?"

"I'm not jumpy," he refutes, his plump lips dipping into a faux pout. "I'm just happy. I like doing this for you."

If you're honest, Riki's not doing a lot of anything, really. All he has to do is sit there and bleed for a little bit until you have the sense to pull away. But, at the same time, he's doing so much: Sacrificing the thing that gives him life just to keep you alive, too, and happy.

It's not much, but it's everything.

You brush your thumb over a tiny bit of scarred flesh by his neck, healed over from the last time you fed from him. That must've been weeks ago, by your count. You could probably go longer without the sustenance, but it's better to nip it in the bud than make yourself go mad without it.

"You ready?" You caress his neck again.

Riki hums quietly, but you pull back. "Words," you order.

Your boyfriend snickers. "Yes, sweetheart. I'm all good."

"Good." You press your face into his neck, inhaling his scent: clean laundry and sandalwood. You can feel his breath hitch at the way your lips roam over the skin of his neck, his pulse quickening with anticipation. His fingers dig into your waist before relaxing, his entire body alight with his usual mix of nerves and adrenaline.

Your tongue flicks over the scar tissue thoughtlessly, as if to prep the already-healed skin. From above, Riki exhales quietly ─ not quite a moan, but not silence, either. It's cute, you think, when he tries to be quiet when it obviously feels good to him. You're not sure if it's a component of the venom in your fangs or if he's a sucker for pain. You've never asked. A part of you doesn't want to.

So you don't. You just part your lips, tilt his head to the side with a hand, and bite.

The first bloom of red is almost blinding as you roll your tongue over the puncture in his neck, the taste of iron overtaking your senses. It's liquid relief, the best medicine for starvation ─ but, most of all, it's intoxicating. You let out a tiny groan of relief and seal your lips over the bite, drinking from him greedily.

Riki, on the other hand, is on cloud nine.

There's something about this...ritual that always sends him to the moon. Perhaps it's the way you straddle him, the plush of your thighs squeezing his hips in pleasure. Maybe it's your fangs penetrating his flesh and drawing blood to the surface, filling the air with the smell of his own blood. It's the physical sensations that make him shiver under you, no?

In truth, actually, it's the way you depend on him for this. It's the way you allow him to offer up his body for your needs when you used to hate the idea of it. It's the way he gets to take care of your sleepy, sated form after, when you're blood-drunk and loopy from how rich human blood is compared to animal blood.

That, more than anything, is what makes him dizzy, what gets him high and cocky.

Really, it turns him on. You know that, too.

I'm sorry I didn't express and write my question well helppp 😭🙏

IM SO SORRY DEAR TATTOO ANON OUGH (ノ_<。) i was so so eepy n sleepy n sleep deprived yesterday that i didnt think abt the other way the question could've been taken pls have my 'im sorry' hug ( っ´ `)っ

ANYWAY ! based on the tags in the prev ask hehe:

kei: upper inner arm/outer wrist tattoo or a rib tattoo (#needthat) of a phrase/quote/date that is special to him or something related to dancing/music in a symbolic way like birds flying around each other n a small text underneath

fuma: would suit a hip/thigh tattoo or side of neck tattoo (let me lick pls) he'd get smth about pokémon n it's either very subtle or eevee is straight up inked on his thigh with scattered fine lines n lilies around

ej: im firm on my thoughts of him having a back tattoo that covers his shoulder especially with his wide back also base of the neck tattoo (FAWWWWWK) also smth special to him like a phrase or cybersigilism that creeps up his neck OUUGUGGHHH

nicholas: also def a chest tattoo!!!!! imagine recent nicho wearing that drenched blue button-up that shows his chest tattoo covering one side of his chest blending into the other (#NEEDNEEDNEEDTHAT) he's coupling with juju with cybersigilism here mhm

yuma: yuma would Def get his back tatted or maybe half his back tatted that covers his shoulder + a 2nd hip tattoo (GAAAAAAWWWWWD) keep thinking cherry blossoms, lilies, tree branches, intricate birds, swords mhm

jo: still firm on simple tattoo but on his collarbone oughhhh or a side of the NECK tattoo but so minimal u gotta squint to see it (if he ever gets smth big n huge i wouldn't be surprised mhm we've all witnessed his taste in music with nicho) smth that refers to his lovely kitty or animals in general, some fine lines

harua: lower back tattoo. that's it. (LET ME AT HIM) actually + some hand n wrist tats that are scattered all around. this guy would convince everyone to get couple tattoos btw such cute colorful tattoos oh god like everything is filled with colors, scattered stars on his hands and wrists

taki: sleeve. this guy screams sleeve. he looks cute n oh so cutie patootie then boom sleeve tattoo n he's such a freak he'd get a pubic tattoo. don't throw the tomatoes yet, just hear me out. yk those lightning strikes? he'd get it all along his arm, imagine that on his thick bicep then it fades into his wrist FUCKKKK

💌 dirty pick up lines x OT9 bf!&TEAM 💌

OT9 x f!reader

warnings: suggestive asf (MDNI!)

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author’s note: I’m having really bad writers block bc I haven’t slept properly all week so hopefully this is ok lmao!

do not copy my work/translate!

@/jyuugoyasmine

You stared curiously at the peculiar muscle on your husband’s toned stomach, currently closed as he naps beneath you on his chaise lounge. One finger reaches forward, lightly tapping against the outline of the mouth before pulling back.

To your surprise, it opens, lips curling into a cocky grin before it starts… speaking?! Its voice is deep and matches Sukuna’s perfectly, large tongue flicking out.

“Curious, hm?” It drawls slowly, flashing the sharp canines that had been hidden just seconds ago. You lean over to the nearby table, pulling a strawberry from the box and holding it tentatively near the mouth.

“Do you eat food?” You asked, sounding a little stupid talking to your husband’s stomach.

It laughs lightly, lips spreading in amusement. “I do, woman. What do you have in mind? A finger? An arm?”

You grimace. “Ew. No, I have a strawberry.” You press the tip of the strawberry against the tongue, watching it pull the fruit from your grip and chew loudly, red juice staining the sharp teeth.

You watch mesmerised at the unusual body part, noting how expressive it was and how it still managed to work even when Sukuna himself was asleep.

“Do you want another?”

“Hm.” The mouth hums for a second before the tongue flicks out and presses down flat against your two fingers resting against his lower abdomen.

Hesitantly, you lift them, saliva coating your fingers as Sukuna’s mouth stomach sucks on them greedily as if trying taste their flavour. You’re sat in awe, entranced as lewd sucking sounds fills the room.

“Ngh-“ Ryomen grunts suddenly, arm lifting from over his eyes as they flicker open. Immediately, his mouth pulls away from your fingers, closing innocently and leaving you both dumbfounded and aroused.

“What are you doing, wife?”

You always know something is up when he’s in his cat form. He’s either knocking shit off of tables, laying anywhere you need to be, walking between your legs to trip you up, or finding a place to hide, to jump out at you at any given moment.

Because he’s scary. Not cute.

Definitely not cute when his tail flicks contently, even as he insists he hates when you baby him. Definitely not cute when he nudges his head against you, in human or cat form, be it seeking attention or his way of showing you affection. Definitely not cute when he falls asleep on your pillow, with pouty lips and a scrunched up face.

“I’m not cute,” he grumbles, when you cup his cheeks, cooing at him about how cute he looks when he’s grumpy.

Nicho who realizes then that you’re never gonna see him as anything but what he insists he isn’t. So, maybe he’ll be cute only for you.