.𖥔 ݁ ˖ please, please, please...

𑣲. several nsfw qifrey headcanons i have , (mdni) .ᐟ

qifrey, who is a gentleman that favorites positions to admire your beautiful face and appreciate the various expressions that appear upon it. knowing that how his lips or hands delicately skim over your supple skin elicits such tantalizing reactions from you is a divinity all in itself.

qifrey, who worships every inch of you. for him, your body's like a carefully crafted spell, meant to be picked apart and studied bit by bit under his watchful gaze. how's he ever supposed to learn about you if not in front of a mirror?

qifrey, who experiences a complete unraveling each and every time he is graced with the privilege of tasting your cunt. the moment your wetness coats his tounge, gone is the patient teacher and level-headed witch he is. his ink stained fingers would dig into either of your thighs in a feeble attempt to draw you closer to his mouth, greedily suckling on your clit as he ruts against the mattress' edge, the tip of his weeping cock staining the sheets a darker hue.

qifrey, who consistently praises you. it appears to be an innate characteristic, as he seems incapable of speaking ill of his beloved. with your lips wrapped around his erect cock and eyes locked upon his blazing blues, he'll smile and use a hand to caress your cheek. "that's it, my love. you are doing a wonderful job and look so very beautiful on your knees for me."

qifrey, no matter if he's above or below you, is a whimpering mess through and through. he believes himself physically incapable of groaning lowly as he cums deep inside of you. sometimes, you'd even catch a glimpse of shimmering, pleasure filled tears trickling down the slopes of his cheeks.

qifrey, who's not above lightly teasing you with his breath. blowing one or two gentle puffs of air against your dripping slit before he tounges your quivering hole, panting softly against the shell of your ear as he thrusts into you from behind and eagerly watches the goosebumps grace your flesh.

qifrey, who occasionally entertains his fantasy of his atelier's watchful eye and long-time friend, olruggio, pound you into the mattress as he watches from afar. he'd never dare be rough with you, so why not have a mutually trusted companion do it for him?

⤷ a/n ; oh qifrey how i love you, and a massive thank you to my two treasures suki and jiyu for helping me think up some of these. <3 (the alpha!yuki × omega!reader × omega!choso is coming soon!)

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a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH

sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.

“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.

“please—“

“please what, kuna? use your words.”

you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.

he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.

his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.

the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.

the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.

he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.

“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.

“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.

maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?

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just curious... how do you think tamsy would be with reader who is super shy 👀👀

thoughts? opinions?

i really like how you write tamsy so i thought i would send in a lil ask 🥰

HELLOOOO USER JIYUSPASSION!!

OKKKK so this has been collecting dust for a little while but i think i'm ready to share my thoughts with you jiyu 🤭 

TO START, i think tamsy would be perfect with a quiet girlfriend? not necessarily shy, but someone who's just as ambiguous as him and won't tell too much of his business … ykyk

for starters i don't think he'd ever let you out of his sight … not because he thinks you need someone to baby you, but because he's become addicted to the way you instinctively look for him? there's an odd sense of pride he gets when your eyes just shoot to his for comfort, orrr when you tug at his uniform when a conversation is taking too long.

small things that would go unnoticed by many, but are forever engraved in the sick mind of tamsy caines (im in love)

his inability to leave you alone is another thing. he always feels like he needs to push you out of your comfort zone. he'll offer the both of you up for missions he knows are just a little too out of your league, and act all prideful when you call on him for help.

definitely teases you about it after aswell, tells you that this is no way to "get stronger if he always has to save you" (he loves it)

condescending too, and in a way that's almost like fond? even on a daily basis he's a tease, but add on being shy you'll never hear the end of it. "silly girl" or "dumb girl" before you even have the chance to try anything, he's already moving to help you out.

he finds every aspect of you infatuating, and dare i say entertaining? 🤔 he's got a read on you that he thinks is deeper than the read you have on yourself, he picks up your habits and tics before the two of you even start dating. from the moment he meets you he's keeping mental note on everything there is to know about you. .. and i think that's what makes him so interesting is that he's not just interested in surface level he wants to know what makes you you.