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i don't play love and deepspace and here i am mourning that wolf man

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itafushi x puppy hybrid reader 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁
✩꒱ a helping paw ft. itadori & fushiguro .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters in their 20s ⋆ owner yuuji itadori, best friend megumi fushiguro & puppy hybrid fem!reader. scenting, cucking, voyeurism, daddy kink, dry humping. -> yuuji’s pretty puppy can’t help but get excited when megumi stops by. she loves to help when he gets excited too. good thing she doesn’t treat all visitors this way. only friends.
hold on a second because i moved i really did ;-;
yuuji with his excitable puppy girl who’s obsessed with the way megumi smells :( wags her little tail every time she sees him and licks his face even though yuuji keeps telling you to slow down you can’t!!! you love gumi you love when he stops by!!!! and he lets you clamber all over him, roll into his lap like it’s nothing when he visits and takes up your favourite spot on the couch. and whilst yuuji busies himself with lunch in the kitchen, your teeth at megumi’s neck your slick puppycunt already drooling over his groin as it hardens without subtly.
“you gotta get off, pup,” he says gruffly but his hands settle on your soft doughy hips — carefully pulling you back and forth over his hard on, your tail swishing low and slow. “can’t be doin’ this.”
“but i missed you, gumi… and you smell so nice.” you say and nip at his ear with your pretty canines — the tag of your collar ‘property of itadori’ cool against his collar bones because you’re pushing yourself further against him — trying to merge with fushiguro’s skin. “daddy says it’s good to help friends.”
Him licking the tears off my face. Him pressing me into the mattress. Him promising to make me forget all the sadness and hurt in my heart. Him fucking me until all I can remember is his name.
18+
you and shinsou reconnect before your wedding. things do not go as planned. cws: fem!reader, cheating, angst, some religious guilt, use of mind-control quirk in bed, degradation/humiliation, dubcon, use of she/her, reader referred to as woman, frequent pov changes sorry if that ain't your thing but i like to highlight how pathetically in love each party is
"would you ever try it with me?"
shinsou nearly drops his beer, his pants tightening to the point of pain.
"that's not the kind of thing you ask your best friend," he replies, even though his brain is already whirring through the fantasy like a movie reel. how long has he thought about you at his mercy? of you trusting him enough to make you cum so many times you begged him to stop?
you arch an eyebrow. "why not?"
"because i don't do that kind of thing in bed." he's surprised you don't faint right then and there, you look so stricken. but honestly, what were you thinking? springing this on him the first time he's seen you in months? "that's why you're asking, right? don't look so shocked—monoma already blabbed. i know you're getting married."
he leans in close, leering. he has no idea why he's so furious. (he does.) "you probably want to know what it's like with a freak before you settle down with mr. vanilla, huh?"
he should have expected the crack of your palm across his cheek. hurts like hell all the same.
your hands shake around your purse. "don't know why i bothered with this. you're right, okay? it sounds disgusting when you say it like that—but i've got elderly parents to take care of. my job barely keeps me alive. i know it's medieval, i know it's shit, but he's a good man who will support me. you can't keep people alive on dreams." you clatter out of the booth on shaky legs. "and monoma blabbed to me, too, you know. he told me why you're not satisfied with those women you bring home."
this time it's your turn to threaten his space. he drinks in your scent like water, his heart beating hard in his throat.
"because they're not me."
.
coward.
coward coward coward.
that's what you are, at the end of the day. you talk big, but you ran out of that pub as fast as you could, tears streaming down your face like a middle schooler.
it was crass, both what you said and how you said it. he had every right to turn you down.
you've thought about telling him you loved him perhaps a thousand times. from the first minute you saw him in your first year of college, sleepy eyes, messy hair, hoodie obscuring what you'd later discover to be hardened muscle and sinew.
the timing was never right, though, and before you knew it, settling down no longer felt like an option. it became a strategic play at survival in a flagging economy.
but it's shinsou that you think of when you touch yourself. it's shinsou who makes you slippery and warm, who makes your whole body feel like it could float into air at a simple touch.
not your fiancé.
you slow down to catch your breath, plopping down on a park bench. you've become the woman your mother always warned about, too distracted by what-ifs.
you nearly jump out of your skin when your phone rings.
"meet me at my place before i change my mind."
.
the deal was one night.
he's lost track of how many nights it's been since the first.
"it's okay, baby." he peppers small kisses to the inside of your thighs, breathing in your scent. "i'm right here." his tongue grazes over your clit and you jerk in his hold, hips bucking into his face.
"no more, 'toshi—"
"color?" he always commands it out of you, just in case.
"yellow," you admit dreamily, hands winding in his hair.
"good job, sweetheart." he pulls away, winding his way up your body and placing kisses to your tummy, your breasts. he licks a nipple between his teeth, listening to your breathing even out. "god job telling me what you need."
he still hasn't fucked you on his cock. he's used his fingers, his mouth, dildos. he's lost track of how many hours have passed by in bliss, how many times he's watched your sweet little mouth part in ecstasy.
your thighs are warm and soft in his hands. he tucks your legs around his waist, runs his clothed cock along the valley of your sopping wet cunt. your breath stutters; the animal in him howls in triumph.
"want it that badly, do you?" shallow strokes of his cock along your pussy—he feels her beating against his shaft, eager and ready. "like a good little whore. just waiting to be filled."
"toshi—" even now, you admonish him. he can't help but smile. "don't, don't say that—"
"why?" he scoops you into his lap. "because of how much you like it?"
you flush, burying your face into his neck.
you'll need more to cum again. he's already pulled three from you, and this next one -
"make me cum now, toshi. the way we both want you to."
.
to be loved is to be known. you've always thought that, and here hitoshi is, proving you right.
you know other people would find the two of you immoral. sinners, even, if your mind ran to damnation.
but when hitoshi touches you, the only thing you think of is how this is the happiest you've ever been.
"please, toshi." his thighs tense under yours, the only indication of his unease. "you know how much i trust you."
he chuckles, tipping your chin up and capturing your mouth with his. "i know, doll. that's part of the problem. i'm not sure i could walk away from you if we do this."
he smiles, a little sadly, eyes trained on yours. "but i'm hopeless when it comes to you. you sure about this?"
your heart thunders in your ears.
"never been more sure."
.
"good." his hand slides up the back of your neck, grip tight on either side. "tell me whose cock you need."
your gaze goes out of focus; your mouth goes slack.
he's never been harder in his life.
"yours," you say without hesitation, winding your arms tighter around his neck. your lips ghost over his pulse point. he draws you closer, adoration spiking his blood. god, how he'll ruin you. "yours, toshi."
"that's my girl," he coos.
he loses track of the commands, how many times he suspends both of your orgasms to the point of pain. he praises you the entire time, hoping it penetrates through the fog of his quirk.
"you sound so pretty, baby. letting out all those pretty noises just for me." he lets go of the quirk for a moment. holds his forehead to yours. the dip of your waist fits so perfectly in the palm of his hand that it nearly stops his breath. "ready, sweetheart?"
he teases you, weeping tip sliding into your warm heat by one inch. he has to physically restrain you from sliding down.
"why'd you stop?"
"you know why." he lets you sink down another inch or so. it's the most pleasurable agony he's ever experienced. "wanted you here when i made you mine."
"oh." your smile lights up your entire face. "that's a really good reason."
he takes hold of your mind again, gently, before bottoming out inside of you.
“cum.”
.
oh this is hot
i just commented on a musical artist's cosplay and someone in the comments called me 30
Like yes gang you can read my tiktok profile, proud of you champ

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rewatching Matilda and Little Rascals cause they were my favorite movies as a kid and god i feel so nostalgic
i'm in love with the angst idea of Chris having to tell Piers Nivans's fiancé that he's dead. he stands outside of their apartment for the longest time before he knocks on the door.
you're beautiful, wide eyed and sweet, but there's a shift once you notice the flag and Piers's dog tags nestled on top. he hates seeing the slice of domestic life as you invite him in with a shaky "Come in..". he hates seeing pictures around the small apartment, hates seeing the same jacket hanging on a coat hanger that Piers wore when the man had dragged him out of the bar for the mission that would kill him.
you both talk about Piers for hours over cups of hot tea that turn cold, untouched. chris has the overwhelming urge to call you after missions and you always answer no matter what time it is.
the idea that you both eventually have sex that stems from grief over Piers hurts and soothes my heart.
"he talked so highly of you."
your voice is soft against the night as the summer breeze spills in from the open window of your bedroom. you're naked as the day you were born, one hand draped across Chris Redfield's stomach as your gaze focuses on the TV, even though you're not watching it. Chris tenses underneath you, as your eyes glance up at him and your cheek nestles itself against his chest.
"I remember the first call he made. God I was worried sick n' here he was trying not to freak out about the legendary Chris Redfield." you said with a good natured snicker. "he looked up to you."
that's what hurts Chris the most. he knows how highly Piers spoke about him, knows that Piers was following in his footsteps determined to change the world for the better.
and yet he was dead. buried underwater in an abandoned Umbrella facility.
"m' not a legend," Chris grumbles out as he shifts to pull you closer. "he should've had a better hero." its a painful self jab to himself and he pours more salt onto the open wound. "maybe then he'd still be alive."
you don't try to comfort him. you don't disagree.
you just stare mindlessly at the TV as your eyes glisten with tears.
Jock! Chris Redfield who's head of his frat finding out that one of his new frat brother's Piers Nivans has a crush.
so naturally, to induct him, he makes Piers watch while Chris fucks his crush (aka chubby nerd reader)
"you cum newbie, you're out of the frat."
listening to a song by a woman when the man’s solo comes on
i miss denji hayakawa so much😭
like what do you mean chainsaw man is over. what do you mean i don't have chainsaw man tuesdays anymore. what do you mean i won't get to see denji anymore

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Computah make this man horny and desperate for me
do you have children in your selfship(s)? i wish to know all about them, if you wish to share!
oh my drafts are filled with such yummy things
i need to stop ghosting off tumblr
I will not lie, the omegaverse trope of a character going into rut or heat unexpectedly and another character having to help them through it actually never gets old for me. Oh noooo what do you mean you’re so so needy it almost hurts and you’re letting out strong, enticing pheromones and you’re both torn between being responsible or just throwing all caution to the wind? Oh goodness oh noooo whatever shall you both do?
I’m still figuring that one out myself but I’ll let you know 😭
“she's got her pussy in the cloud”
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You were in bed with one leg kicked up, toes pointed in lazy triumph, one hand busy pressing the back camera shutter and the other stuffed wrist-deep in a bag of sour straws. Your phone teetered on the edge of your pillow, angled just right to catch the soft dip of your waist, the glimmer of your chain sliding down the valley of your chest, and—front and center—the fat swell of your ass outlined by a scrap of candy-colored mesh panties that left nothing to the imagination.
The post? Captionless. Just the peach emoji and a black heart.
You didn't need words. You were that bitch. Always had been. So you tossed the photo onto your finsta, your little corner of slutty digital worship and went back to giggling at your DMs. There were always DMs. Thirsty frat bros, broke creatives, girls you kissed once at a house party and left dizzy. Always someone, you'd reply to whoever caught your eye if they were lucky enough.
But nothing could’ve prepared you for the notification that blinked on your screen a few hours later:
@ satorugojo sent you a message.

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guess who turns 30 todayyy🥳💕🎂🥹
why is it always a male character going mad avenging his dead wife and never a female character cradling her dying pure of heart husband in her arms then dragging the whole world down with her