Makeover!

[Thoughts about an MC who gets periods]

Getting periods in the Devildom must be pretty rough. Demons probably don’t get them, and the number of humans freely wandering around has to be incredibly low. If MC takes the form of a sheep then they likely don't have to deal with it immediately, but eventually that's going to wear off and they'll revert back to a human. Does the Devildom even have pads and tampons for sale?

MC might have to sheepishly ask Barbatos if he can acquire some in bulk from the human world. Barbatos would remain professional as always when inquiring about the use of these products and their role in daily life. He'd have to report it to the prince. They're both aware of what periods are, but only in a vague "oh yeah, humans do that" kind of way. (Perhaps in the future, Lucifer could use his secret Akuzon account to order more?)

There's surely some plant or potion that prevents them, but they're not meant for long term use. Probably tastes nasty over time and covers human skin in a weird oozing rash if consumed too often.

A month or two into the exchange program, MC might have to call up Solomon for aid.

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“Can you help me with something?”

Solomon, not too interested in MC yet, agrees just to be amicable with his fellow human exchange student. They must be scared! They must be missing humans! “Is something on your mind?”

“You know how to do magic, right?”

What a silly question. It’s almost refreshing to hear. “I do.”

“Do you know… like, uh, smell…? Reducing magic? Something to cover up smells? Without being obvious, I mean. I feel like I stink and I was really hoping you could help me figure something out.”

How cute, he thinks. He can’t quite remember the time when he smelled fully human anymore, and he can’t really smell the distinct odor on people that demons can, but he knows demons can easily sniff out a human from afar. “Oh, don’t worry about that. It should go away on its own as you spend time here.”

MC isn’t convinced. “I don’t think it will…”

“Trust me. How are you finding Devildom cuisine? I know you’re not used to it, but eating more will help you adjust. I can whip up a few simpler dishes for you to try if you need help.”

MC is silent for a bit. Solomon thinks his job is done until they say quietly, “that’s not the problem.”

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure the brothers I live with can smell, uh, my cycle.” No use being coy about it, better get straight to the point. “They stare at me when I’m on my period. I think - no, I know - they can smell the blood. I’ve seen them sniff the air when I’m around. It's weird. And I can’t exactly stop it from happening every month.”

“Oh.” Now it’s Solomon’s turn to be quiet. He’s embarrassed and surprised, a little humbled, and also really interested in this problem. It’s not something he’s ever thought about before.

MC continues, “I think they can tell when I’m ovulating too, Asmo started lingering around more often, and Lucifer looked scarier than usual, and they all stare more, and-”

“I think I get it.” Solomon can’t stop his face from turning pink. Despite his usual grin, he doesn't think he’s ready to listen to the rest of MC’s sentence.

There should be an easy solution, but it’s something that warrants testing if MC doesn’t want the brothers noticing a sudden spell cast upon them. It could get mistaken for something malicious. Solomon says, “I might be able to help. Can you come over today?”

hi omg so i was going thru ur porn links thingie and i went thru some of the accounts bc im so desperate to find anything leoncore and omfg. this one. this fucking ONE. screams damnation leon!! the stubble, the pussy eating, like hes so teasing with it...

https://x.com/drxppers/status/1711019131510673437?s=46&t=L4oOiCypwNn12EbIiZKZDw

the stubble ESPECIALLY gives me damnation leon vibes bc hes so slutty in that movie. and we all know leon would eat pussy till he DIES !!! i just had to share omg

Leon's prn link pt.3

Aaa, I was very happy to see that y'all supported by sending their favorite videos so that they can be in the publication, don't stop doing it!! I will be adding them since the videos I have are quite a few and there will be a part 4, stay tuned, ily'all ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

TW: explicit sexual content, links of p0rn videos, AGAIN sorry leon i love you but never is enough ‹𝟹 In case you have problems opening the links and they appear non-existent, remember that you have to log in twitter with an account first yo watch they!!

LINK 1 — OKAY, this video honestly gives me leon re2r vibes, there will really be a lot of it in these following links because there is a lot to talk about. Starting with the amount of semen he releases when he fucks you, especially because once he is between your walls, he can't help but cum very easily. Feeling how your pussy receives him generates too many sensations and soon you have him whimpering and hitting harder, the white ring surrounds your crying cunt while you, unable to take it anymore, ask him to please stop. But, come on, the boy is more focused on watching you swallow his cock and cumming again every time than on anything else. It's primitive, just think about filling you up, and maybe, if you let it, give you a beautiful swollen belly in nine months.

LINK 2 — Hablando de llenarte y dejarte un hermoso regalo en tu vientre, en este video vemos a un lindo y duro Leon siendo papá, cuidandote y ayudandote a alivianar tus cargadas tetas de leche materna, la cual si bien utilizas para alimentar a su hermosa creacion, también usas para lubricar su pene y sus bolas que se sienten llenas con ganas de soltar parte de su caliente leche sobre su hermosa mami. Él sabe que te duelen y necesitas descargarte, es demasiado para ti y Leon es un padre tan dedicado, realmente te ayuda en todo momento. Hasta en los mas calientes.

LINK 3 — Leon is a compulsive pussy eater, we all know that. And I loved this video because the shirt he's wearing reminds me a lot of the one he's wearing in re4r???, adding those strong arms that hold you up while you try to balance sitting on his face while he fucks you with his tongue. Eating you is useful for everything, to relax, to have fun, to savor you; he could easily do it all day. You are his favorite food.

LINK 4 — god this video almost made me cry because i thought too much about re2r. The spasms in his body, trying to contain his hands to take out his cock and masturbate as he likes so much. However, you have your fingers squeezing the head of his painful dick, bringing him to orgasm while you leave kisses on his neck and lips, although he is entranced enough to not stop drooling like a fool. I love how his body looks like Leon from this version, it's still not that muscular Leon, but rather a soft and moldable one. And the soft beauty hair that forms the happy trail drove me CRAZY, fuuuuuckkkk. Not to mention being able to stroke him so well, he is soft but he is a complete big boy, and being able to massage his entire cock with his balls even in it must be a blessing.

LINK 5 — This is brought by anon, and the truth is I have nothing more to say because you said it all!! I would like to add that I also get Leon from ID vibes, and it's too hot because that Leon is definitely on another level. So watch the video with whoever you like the most in mind ;)

“if you were an animal you would be a hyena.”

sukuna glares at you with a bewildered look, brows furrowing together, “the fuck?”

“you give major hyena vibes.”

he growls at you, thigh nudging your head off, but you don’t falter, giggling at his reaction.

“what animal do you think i am?”

“a bitch.”

you burst out laughing, hands coming over your tummy while he continues glaring down at you. why are you so happy—

“a doggie then, that’s so cute, ryo!”

and then he gets kind of… mopey. all quiet, doesn’t even play with your hair or invite you back on his lap; just lets you lay your head on his thighs and stares at the tv, although it’s obvious he is thinking hard.

10 minutes pass in silence before you put away your phone and look up at him curiously, “what’s on your min—”

“i would be a wolf.” he murmurs, eyes staring down at his lap while his arms cross over his chest.

you eye his pouty face wearily, sitting up with a small huff. “what?”

“i said i’d be a damn wolf, woman!”

you bite your lower lip, hand coming up to cover the lower half of your face in an attempt to hide the smile that threatens to give away your amusement. he’s been thinking about that for the past 10 minutes, waiting for you to speak up.

“ryo~” you let out a snort, relishing in the way his eyes widen and posture stiffens, enraged by your reaction. “you’re too funny!”

“i will tear you apart.”

“that’s what a hyena would do.”

“run.”

sillies

Accidentally sending gojo a nude and before you can properly apologise he sends a video of his own which leads to..well🫣

BABY BLUE SWEETNESS

a/n: my clit grew hands and wrote this. combined this w/ a part 2 of being gojo’s roommate / tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @utahimeow @lov3rbody my gojo fuckers <3

wc: 3.7k (I HAVE GOT TO STOP WRITING SM ....)

warnings: mutual pining, roommate!gojo, dom!gojo, he gets rough but only bc he loves ur pussy sssoooo much, sending nudes by accident to gojo, semi-public m! masturbation, filming (on gojo’s end), pet names, praise, slight f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, nipple play, bit of dialogue during sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (twice!), multiple rounds, implied m! oral, n*sfw under the cut

the next week goes by uneventfully.

but you think there’s hardly anything worth happening when you hadn’t even said anything about that: standing outside satoru’s room, hearing his pleasured moans along with the slickness of his hand on his cock and watching him at his most vulnerable with whispers of your name.

gojo did have a few moments of weakness — brief bouts of failing to meet your eyes, stuttering, but he was still predominantly himself after, throwing laundry on the floor and leaving the toilet paper roll unfilled. by date, he was the messiest roommate you’ve roomed with, compared to sleeping over at shoko’s and geto’s places before; sure it was obvious enough being friends with him since high school, though you hadn’t thought that the rowdy, outgoing way that he spoke would translate into his living space, too.

and despite being the one who has the upper hand that very day you decided to stop and watch, he still manages to have some sort of hold on you, catching you off-guard at the worst times.

“any luck with the mods?” gojo peeks over at your laptop over at the small dining table, your leg propped up and a scowl on your face at how you were still on the waitlist. while mr. perfect beside you has gotten every module he’s bidded for, a course on philosophy, romantic and 20th century music as well as an online mod about ethics.

“i don’t even know why you got that last one! funny how the most annoying person who has anything but morals is entering an ethics course.” maybe it was the fact that you’ve already waited one and a half weeks. perhaps it was that one piece of clothing gojo loved to leave on the floor, or simply it was just because of the man himself — you were on your wit’s end with the week.

that fades away when you’re turning your head and gojo is right there, hovering over your computer screen with a sly smirk on his face and his stupid bright, blue eyes that you could spend hours staring at.

“you wound me, baby,” gojo whispers, like it was a secret between the two of you and he pulls away, both hearts beating an unnatural speed at the proximity. gojo swears to himself he’ll never call you anything close to that or be that close because it’s absolutely not good for his heaving chest and hardening dick — those pretty plump lips of yours and the innocent look on your face — he wanted to both kiss it and fuck it.

and yet, on dormitory movie nights where you’re sat on both ends of the couch with geto and shoko between the two of you, satoru wills himself to patiently wait until the end of the first movie to stretch his limbs and get more snacks; he knows you’ll follow, too, because it’s been like that for as long as he can remember.

“you know you have to stop eating all that candy, right?” you’re saying it mindlessly, pouring more chips into a bowl and getting the hummus and guac, “it’s not healthy.”

gojo’s leaning on the counter and doesn’t help whatsoever, both elbows on the wood and head tipped back to meet your height.

“aw, is my cute roomie worried about me?” you almost want to ignore him with that little compliment, not sure if he even meant it, but you’re leaning into him this time with a little glance down to his lips that he thinks he imagined it.

“no, just wondering how embarrassed i’ll be when i have to tell the paramedics that when you finally collapse on the floor, it was because my dumb roommate had consumed too much sugar.” you like this little game you play with satoru, yet you’ve never been this bold; maybe it’s because you know he finds you hot, too, but the two of you are too stubborn to stand your ground and admit the obvious.

gojo’s feigned pout spreads into a grin and simply blows a raspberry at your explanation. there’s a crinkle of yet another sweet packet, disregarding your chastise from earlier. “smart little thing, hm?”

“i become the brightest when you’re involved,” you swipe the sweet from his fingers and pop it into your mouth, “i have to when i need to insult you.” the two of you spend the rest of the movie night hip to hip on the couch, ignoring the fire in your connected limbs and the spark of your fingers when they brush against each other.

it’s a few months before you’re fully embracing that you might not just find your roommate hot, but that maybe you’d want to “wife” him up as the other has expressed jokingly. it didn’t help that gojo is cleaning up a little more often these days, learning how to cook and using his inside voice like you told him to (you didn’t think he’d remember). the last straw was possibly seeing him fuss over you when you fell sick, switching to remote classes just so he could be close to you — his main excuse was that he didn’t want his laundry to be infected.

“but you don’t even like to use shirts half the time you’re home!”

“you’re calling this home—” gojo giggles while simultaneously shoving cough mixture down your throat, “i didn’t know we were married!”

“shut your trap before i really make you regret this.”

but gojo thinks that maybe it wasn’t so bad to come home to you in one of his future days, he just had to get through this first.

it was meant to be a simple photo to show off your new set of lingerie, the ones that you had gotten with your girls at a half-off price just the other day. you couldn’t blame yourself when your hands naturally reached for one that mirrored gojo’s eyes alongside the white details that represent his hair. buy it, take a potential nude and laugh about it in the group chat, that’s all. you felt so damn sexy in it that you even went as far as to take a few photos with your bra unclasped and phone in hand hiding your chest, until the very last one where it was fully off.

you felt unlike yourself, in that stuffy, small dorm while satoru was out in a lecture—

before gojo texts you about groceries and his chat moves to the very top that same moment you’ve got all these lewd, unnatural pictures of you waiting to be sent. it happened all too fast: at least 10 being delivered and read on the spot that your panic is indescribable and you want to melt into mush on the floor.

while you’re scrambling to delete them, gojo stares at your figure in that last racy picture, hands skilfully covering your breasts just enough that he could still see the curve of them and then down to your figure interrupted by a pretty pair of blue lace undies. it’s like you planned this, looking so delectable in your little get-up until it all disappears and you’re sending multiple messages of “i’m so sorry”’s and “it was an accident”’s.

gojo thanked the heavens he was sat at the very back of the lecture theatre, immediately booking it out of there with the images of you seared into his brain. his cock is throbbing and so, so hard it almost hurts to walk to the restroom, and you’re still continuing your apologies. he wants to scream at you — how you do not need to say sorry for whatever you’ve just sent, because as he removes his dick from his tight pants, there’s a soft sigh of your name that falls from his lips.

satoru is reminded of the times you’d be sat in your stupid booty shorts in the dorm, basically showing your folds because he just knew you didn’t like to use underwear underneath. he’s reminded of the times you had to (unwillingly) use one of his shirts when the washing machine had broken down and the only thing on his mind at the time was what you’d look like bouncing on him — he thinks that maybe he just needs to spit it the fuck out, and so he opens the video feature on your private chat.

“this is what you do t’me, baby,” gojo’s tip is already leaking so much pre-cum, making sure he can be seen, expression and all, “you make me so— s-shit— fucking hard.”

he didn’t even care if he could be heard, pumping his cock to the thought of you in that baby blue set of lingerie. he thinks of ripping it all off of you and buying you more just so he could do the same thing again and again, eyes scrunching up in bliss as his hand continues to move up and down his length. his hand isn’t even close to what he wants to feel — your tight pussy sucking him in — but he settles for it, squeezing his palm around his shaft and thumbs his tip.

“ya see this, angel?” gojo chokes out a moan when he sees another notification of ‘i really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable’ and it was the exact opposite for him in this bathroom stall, really hoping this video would drive his point home, “s’all for you, f— fuck.”

the video is incoherent from then on, because it’s all too much for him, the strokes of his warm hand, the images of your body, the sensitivity of his cock. lewd noises of him jerking off and his whines echo throughout the restroom, cumming with a slack mouth and babbles of your name on his lips.

“fuck, fuck, fuckkk…” satoru can hardly care as his cum stains his shirt, leaving his cock in needy spurts that dribble down his hand as well, wishing he could see it against your skin instead of his own. the end of the video is messy and hasty that he doesn’t even think much as he sends it, but it’s not even halfway through the video before you’re sending a simple “please come back, now.” and his heart jumps in his chest.

gojo simply shoots a quick text to geto, asking him to help him pack his things because he will definitely not be returning.

you’re so glad you don’t have any more classes for the day, too, because all you can think about now is satoru and his cock, blessed again with the sight of him losing himself in pleasure except now, he knew. your hands aren’t hesitant in reaching down to your core, lingerie already soaked through as you watch the short two minute video over and over as you lazily play with your clit with your eyes trained on his hand. it’s so hypnotising you don’t realise gojo’s already home, standing at your room door with his bulge showing through his pants and sweat lining his brow.

“did you run here?” you sit up, hands covering your chest instinctively. he shakes his head and you remove them.

“you know the bus will take too long, baby.”

you ignore the flutter of your heart and pussy when you know he says the pet name with intent, now, not in a joking or teasing manner. you want to hear it more.

“was that really an accident?”

you’re kneeling on your bed now, and gojo just wants to shut you up and make you take back all your apologies.

“it was!” you counter, not minding how your roommate slips his hand around your waist and is just inches from you, “but…”

gojo never truly loses his personality even when he’s hot and bothered, “but what, princess?”

that’s new.

you grin at his chivalry even when you’ve got your chest all vulnerable like this: he’s trying to break you with his eyes, the one thing that led you to choose baby blue in the first place. you win when his eyes flit down to your tits.

“but you still ended up sending me a video of you jerking off — hardly any decorum, huh, satoru?”

gojo rolls his eyes, hands trailing up your body and coming to rest at your boobs, “yeah. but you love it.”

that’s all he says before he dips down and takes a nipple into his mouth, leaving your hands to tangle in his hair as your back arches to give him more space. he’s so hungry, swirling his tongue around your hardened bud as he kneads the other, eyes occasionally meeting yours from your chest.

“d’you like the vid?” his speech is muffled.

“like it? i loved it—” a soft moan leaves you, “didn’t know you were such a sub, though.”

gojo laughs into your skin and you’re obsessed with the feeling, challenging him when he reaches your eyes again with a glint in his eyes.

“oh, you’re in for it, baby.” gojo grins, capturing your lips and feeling so free now that everything’s out in the open. he’s finally able to feel your lips on his, so soft and slow, making him go crazy from such a simple gesture. gojo pushes you gently onto your bed, kissing down your exposed body before coming to your pelvis, playing with the hem of the underwear.

“gotta thank this little guy for solving our problems.”

“please do not call my lingerie ‘little guy’,” you giggle, letting him remove the garment and you preen at the praise he gives your pussy.

“s’wet… is this all for me?” gojo shamelessly inhales your essence, the sight of him between your legs enough to make anyone cum.

“yeah…” it’s a whisper when you say it, breathless and impatient yet loving the way he treats you. “i get wet only for you, ‘toru.”

gojo moans at that, eyes rolling back momentarily before his mouth descends on your pussy and you think you can hear a brief hymn of hallelujah. he savours your cunt slowly, licking lazy stripes up and down your pussy and your moans match them — soft, drawn out — hands playing seamlessly with his hair. gojo’s startling baby blues meet you for a second and he smiles softly before he places a kiss to your clit.

a twitch, and satoru fully shows his expertise in the next second, eating you out like he was a starved man and you were the last meal on earth. your roommate sucks on your clit, groaning into your core as he feels your thighs close in around his head and your heels dig into his back. he switches easily to your hole, driving his tongue into the leaking entrance and his nose starts to nudge at your nub.

“satoru— s-shit!” your moans increase in volume, hands pulling harshly at his locks. “feel s’good—”

“yeah?” he speaks into your cunt, slurping up your juices time and time again until his jaw aches. your pussy just tastes so sweet that it’s got him grinding into the bed, too, relieving his cock with desperation. “was made just to eat you out, sweetness.”

“doing so well— are you close?” it was difficult to hold on when satoru was talking to you like that and devouring you so good, thumb now playing with your folds while his tongue focuses primarily on your clit again. he flicks at it and his eyes look at you for your answer, merely nodding pathetically as his abuse on your cunt is relentless. gojo would love to memorise the way you clench around his thumb, but he’s too fixated on your whines before you cum with a cry of his name.

“o—oh fuck— ‘t-toru! oh my goddd…” his mouth never stops moving even when your thighs tremble around his head and your body convulses, clit throbbing in his mouth and your mewls reaching the highest heavens.

gojo grins into your cunt, making sure you watch him as he collects all your juices onto his tongue, giving your pussy one last satisfied lick before he sits up, making quick work of his pants and he shows you how to not have one ounce of decorum like you commented on earlier—

because as he pumps the cock you saw just minutes ago, you tongue darts out to lick your lips unknowingly. as he drags the tip along your folds, you’re spreading your legs wider for him. as he slaps his cock along your cunt, your hips are moving on their own accord to feel more of him.

“filthy girl,” gojo leans in to your face, “talkin’ bout me having decorum. you should see yourself.”

you laugh, bringing him in for a brief kiss. you liked that you still could banter in times like this.

“i’ll admit i never had it, so it would b-be—” gojo slips just the tip in and you’re cut off, a choked whimper leaving you, “hypocritical to criticise you.”

“ya think?” gojo wiggles his hips gently, sinking into you and the squeeze of your cunt around his cock is too perfect, too tight. his own whines leave him as he eases inch by inch into you before you’re confessing.

“y’know after seeing you jerk off that day— f-fuck, in your room,” you mumble, wrapping your legs around his middle that causes him to moan, “i wanted nothing more than to help you clean up, cum and all.”

gojo chuckles breathlessly, you two have been pining for months? but he recovers just as quickly, bottoming out with a loud sigh. he lets your hands travel over his face, holding it in your palms.

“y-yeah? why didn’t you?”

“wasn’t sure if you liked me—” a whine cuts through your words as he takes the first slam into you.

“i’ll make sure you know how much i like you, baby, ‘kay?” gojo manages to get out before his hips moves into you, no longer able to hold conversation with the way your cunt sucks him in. he’s determined now, to show you how someone like you had a hold on him so strong that he was willing to pick up dirty clothes and take time out of his day to collect groceries. it’s not long before your roommate is able to pick up a pace, loving the way you trap him with your legs as his hips piston in and out of you.

the room is so much more stuffy, now, filled with the scent of sweat and sex as his pelvis meets your ass in timed thrusts. it was so filthy, too, cum from your previous orgasm aiding him as lube and sticking to his pubes from how much you were dripping.

“y-yeah— fuck me like how you’ve been wanting to, ‘toru—” you mumble out softly, already drunk on his cock. you swear you can feel the veins and his cockhead twitch at that, the sounds of the other filling your ears.

“you take me so, so well, baby,” gojo praises, face buried in your neck as he gives you kisses there, mind blank except for how you’re so wet that your arousal is spurting everywhere each time he comes up to the hilt in you, “taking my cock and squeezing me s’good.”

little pants leave you at the affirmations, and like always, gojo is a fast learner, already knowing your sweet spots when a hand sneaks down to rub at your clit. the circles go in time with his thrusts, and before then, you’re jerking in his arms, nails scratching at his back as your pussy spasms on his cock. gojo groans into your skin, hips still ramming into you before the clench of your cunt prompts him to cum as well.

“right there— s-shit!” you’re moaning when you can feel his cum seeping into you, the exact thing you’re imagining feeling even better as he loads you up, but you don’t have time to react when gojo flips you over. a quick glance to his face tells you he’s intoxicated on your pussy, pressing down on your arch.

“can you handle— another load— baby?” it comes out in between his thrusts, the way he begs to cum in you again and you’re never one to deny when you’ve wanted this for the longest time. you let satoru use you, face buried in the sheets below you while his thrusts start to turn sloppy. he’s not giving one fuck that he’s cummed the fastest he’s ever done before and how he’s going to do it again, but it’s inevitable when he’s got your cunt wrapped around him.

“y— yes, satoru— want you to fill me up, p-please—” it all overloads him: the way his cock disappears into your hole, the residual cum from earlier sticking to your ass and his pelvis, that white ring of semen around the base of his dick, your desperate pleas and cries.

it only takes one stroke of his hand on your clit before you’re cumming so fast again together with him, fingers grasping at the sheets as your pussy flutters around his length and you get his second load in return. it’s so viscous and hot, spilling into your hole. it’s so much, body going limp against satoru’s messy thrusts as he continues to rut into you, stilling finally when he starts to cramp in his thighs.

“attagirl, that’s it, sweetness,” gojo gasps out from behind you, staying locked in you as his cock spurts out the last bits of his cum. he presses a small kiss to your shoulder, asking softly into your skin if you were okay.

“more than okay—” a small mewl is heard when gojo pulls out slowly, sighing to himself upon seeing the way your cunt push out his cum naturally. there’s so much of it, spilling onto the sheets, but before he can take it upon himself to plug two fingers into your entrance, you’re dragging him to lie properly on the bed—

“not done?” your roommate laughs, a hand playing with your neck and the hickeys he’s left there.

you shake your head, noting how satoru’s cock is still sensitive when your hand closes around it, and you finally can see gojo in all of his glory when your tongue kitten licks at his tip and a shiver travels through his body. his hooded eyes and the buck of his hips are all you need to continue.

“i haven’t told you how much i like you, ‘toru. should i show you now?”

somewhere on your dresser, there’s several messages from your girls, but you’re too preoccupied with satoru’s cock in your mouth to notice — ah, well, you’d update them later.

[6:23pm, operation get (y/n) a partner]: photo attached (4)

@(y/n) girl where is your pic !!!! show us that cute baby blue lingerie pleaseee!!

I'm a little shy hence the anon but I need to see you do a virgin sanemi fic or just hear your thoughts on it (but like, he actually loves the person, too, like he wants to marry them and shit) and its his first time.

I'm a sucker for desperate sanemi.

My idea of virgin sanemi having his first time with someone he truly loves is so SOFT.

For starters, He’s the type to talk you through it. Even if it’s his first time, he still has a pretty good idea of what needs to be done. He appreciates it if you talk him through it as well, regardless if it’s your first time or not.

He’ll ask you things like “does this feel right? How about this? Why don’t you show me how you want it, etc etc”

He takes his time, listening attentively to what you want him to do and will try his damn hardest to hold himself back until he knows you’re ready for him

He was initially a bit scared of his first time, he couldn’t wrap his head around how it would go down. He always envisioned it to be very awkward and silent

So when the time actually comes, it’s like a weight lifted off his shoulders. It feels natural, it’s not awkward, it’s exciting even. Even if he makes a mistake he’s not worried about it because it’s you, you know him so well.

When Sanemi actually enters his partner for the first time, he comes very quickly. He’s never experienced something so warm, so soft and inviting. That’s probably the only time you’ll see him get embarrassed.

You assure him it’s fine, you don’t mind one bit. It’s no shock that he’s hard again within minutes of kissing and touching. His first time takes a while, because he’s so enthralled with getting to know your body, you getting to know his, all that fun stuff.

He’ll whisper soft praises, tell you he loves you and adores you and he could never picture his life with anyone else.

He’s always thought of sex as stress relief, lust fueled fun. He didn’t expect it to be so tender and warm, full of love and care. He’s quickly becoming addicted, he never wants it to end. He loves the way you say his name, look at him so needy and dazed.

He builds his stamina pretty quick, moves his hips in a way that feels right and gauges your reaction every thrust. He learns fast what feels good for you and what doesn’t, he listens to your instructions and lets you guide him.

“L-like this?” He chokes out, your body is wrapped around him so tightly it’s nearly dizzying. “Yeah… yeah like—oh fuck— like that… just like that…” you moan softly, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as he slowly drags himself in and out of you.

Hehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheheheh

husband!kakashi headcanons

cw: includes nsfw, violent themes, alluded dv, obsessive!kaka, yandere!kaka, dad!kakashi(🥺), p in v unprotected, creampie, self harm!!, pregnancy, pregnancy sex

its no big surprise that kakashi can be a bit controlling.

especially when he feels as though he owns something, and, since you were his wife, you were his.

at first that’s okay. you didn’t really know any better; never having a date before kakashi hatake came along with all his charm and good looks, you couldn’t help but ogle!! (little did you know, kakashi was absolutely certain nobody would have a chance to take a second look at you))

and i mean, come on, he’s intimidating, but at first, you were swooned by it. so big and scary but oh so gentle with you, his little princess!

he’s so sweet and supportive, a little insecure at times but that was totally normal, all the way up until you said that you would be honored to be his wife.

it wasn’t long until he had cameras installed in every. single. room. you caught him setting one up in the bedroom, facing directly towards the bedframe. he brushed it off — not that you would understand as a non-shinobi, but these cameras were for your safety, silly girl. how can he rest on missions when he has no idea what you’re doing? if you’re okay? don’t you want him to be able to think straight out there??

fails to inform you that not only are they surveillance cameras for himself to see, but they also record every moment,, intimate, private, lonesome moments…

he wanted to start a family, and you should, too! all he wants is to give you a baby, just because he loves you so much! not to mention, the little one would be able to keep you company while he’s away!

(because you will not be leaving the house, nor will anyone be allowed to visit)

sure, he’s overprotective, sometimes a little overbearing, but he’s a good man! his trauma makes him wanna have full control over his family, keeping their safety is his top priority, always.

after a rather tedious, long, and dangerous mission, kakashi was granted a two week break, which ended up being perfect! he’d breed you every single night, whispering dark things to you in your lust-hazed state

“gonna give me a baby, huh? take my cum so good — my little cum dump… want everyone to know who’s cock you’re on.”

when on all fours, back arched and screaming moans as he pounds harshly into your poor cunt, he smacks your ass with a firm hand until your repeating his name like a trained animal.

clips every single moment of those nights — they’re all recorded, of course — and often watches them while he’s away to get himself off.

you inevitably turn up pregnant, finding out after his next mission and being pleasantly surprised by kakashi’s joyful reaction, continuously expressing how happy he is that you are the mother of his children!

be prepared for a plethora of gentle hands and even more gentle words; kakashi treats you the best when you’re pregnant. not that he didn’t give you top tier treatment before, of course.

he even fucks you gently, holding your hand and telling you how beautiful you are, your belly swollen with his lineage and your pussy still so tight and wet, all for him.

promises that he’ll always come home after missions, because of course you get more worried about him now, being the father of your child! sometimes, he requests particularly longer or more dangerous missions just because he thrives under your needy touches after coming home from them. he forgets all about the people he kills, only focusing on his welcome home from you.

you ride him for hours, whining and crying about how happy you are that he’s okay, and that you wouldn’t know what to do without him. that he means everything to you, and he tells you how much of a needy slut you are, and makes you tell him that you’re his needy little cum slut, too attached to his cock to function without him.

but that it’s all okay that you are nothing without him, because he would keep fucking up into you and reminding you how much he loves you, his precious wife and family.

& now that you’re pregnant, despite not getting out much often, everyone in konoha knows, and, unfortunately for kakashi, word travels fast in the shinobi world…

ripped out a man’s spine for asking kakashi if he wonders who’s dick his pretty wife sits on while he’s away, driving the copy nin mad.

he returns from that particular mission with demands. obviously, a surprise inspection on the house, including your panties. he’s able to smell his own scent on those sometimes, so he makes certain that he doesn’t smell any other person.

inspects your cute little pussy before he takes it that night, ensuring it’s usual tightness after not being stuffed for several days.

has gentle conversation with you as he fucks into you for the first time upon his return that night in missionary. asks little questions about your week as though you aren’t a moaning mess beneath him.

that quickly turns into a hard fucking, pounding into you painfully deep and fast as he forces words out of your pretty mouth.

“you fuck someone else while i’m gone, huh?!”

“n—no, kakashi! ngh — just you, just you!”

becomes more obsessed with the surveillance cameras, spectating your every move when he has a moment.

one night in particular, he flicks on the bedroom camera to see you sprawled across the bed, your feminine hands touching your pretty pussy on display for him, crying his name and shoving your face into his pillow.

he fucks his fist at the sight, having his pretty, pregnant wife so pathetic for him. when he returns home, he tells you how much he enjoyed the show and wishes you would do more for him; that it was certainly something to keep his head straight. you blush wildly, you nearly forgot about the cameras!

when you finally have your baby, kakashi is strict when it comes to the delivery. only sakura is allowed in the room with him and obviously you, his wife’s pretty pussy needing it’s dignity intact.

immediately falls in love again when he looks into the eyes of his first born daughter, his babygirl. her hair and eyes were too similar to his own, he was certain this child was his.

becomes extremely insecure and jealous while he’s away after his daughter is born. you coo at him, tell him that he’s the only man, but it’s not enough to hold him over when he’s gone for weeks on end.

his daughter is not allowed to have any contact with another man. not that it was a problem at all to begin with, but he certainly couldn’t sleep wondering if somebody else was playing house with his precious family.

when she gets older, he’s a bit more lenient. he allows her enrollment to school, and becomes hyper obsessed with raising another cold blooded hatake that the world should be terrified of. who better than his own daughter, so that she can protect herself? kakashi knows he won’t be around forever, anyways.

returns home without a scratch most of the time. sometimes he’ll give himself some bruises or a new scar to keep you on your toes, eagerly kissing all over his tendered skin.

he’s unpleasantly surprised to return home, riddled in bruises he gave himself, to find that his precious wife is becoming more close to iruka, his daughter’s teacher.

you tell him that it’s just because he takes care of your daughter while he’s away, at school. kakashi doesn’t like the answer very well, promising to fuck another baby into his wife that very night.

“you want iruka to be their daddy? want him to take care of you?” while he fucks into you, eyes rolling back from pleasure as you assure him that he has it all wrong. just for a little scare tactic, he likes to tell you all he did while he was away,,

“i fucking kill people — fuck, baby — to come back home to you. want me to kill him for you?”

when you tell him no, to please leave iruka alone, he says he will, under the condition that you become pregnant again with his child, making you beg for his seed to spill inside your gummy walls that squeeze him so good.

of course, you end up pregnant again, missing kakashi while he’s away and eagerly tending to him when he’s home. forced to show off your swollen belly everyday as you walk your daughter to school, and everyone knows it’s kakashi hatake’s baby.

Naughty Accident with Obey Me Characters awake their deepest desire PART - 1

You accidentally bumping your lips too hard on them & somehow they react weirdly at you.

Now, what will you do? Share me your MC reaction __φ(。。)

Art by Serbet Merah

the show that made me simp for more than just the main protagonist.

When Gojo’s Plan to Make You Jealous Backfires

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You watched in amusement as your snow haired lover worked his magic on the newest teachers at Jujutsu High. The young women both red faced and squirming in their heels idolized your handsome boyfriend. They were fools to not notice that they were being played, Gojo decided to try and make you jealous just to get a rise out of you but you knew better then to fall for his silly antics. Yaga glared in disgust at Gojo’s blatant flirting, “He should be mindful to be more considerate for his loved one’s feelings.”, Yaga growled.

You stared up at your boss with a sad smile, “Apparently I’m not his loved one anymore, I guess he finally got tired of the Plain Jane act.”

You quietly worked on your reports until Gojo arrived at your desk with his new fan club in tow.

“(L/n) why not tell these two newbies just how incredible I am? I’m sure they’d love to hear stories from my number one field partner.”, he teased.

You stared at both the young women who immediately glared back at you in disgust, “Yes he is quite incredible, if you want easy cash you can always just go with Gojo on a mission and get paid to do nothing. Of course the biggest achievement he has is being single for so long, you two should try and test your luck, I heard he’s free this weekend.”

You smiled in amusement to Gojo’s startled expression, he was horrified by the fact that you said that so easily. Did you just break up with him? Did you just cancel your anniversary date? He’d take everything back on his knees right now if he had to.

“N-Now, now, (Y/n) that’s not funny I-“

You gently slapped your reports into his face silencing him, “Mr. Gojo I will report you for harassment if you don’t use the proper honorifics to acknowledge me. It’s (L/n) to you, now if you’ll excuse me I have a mission to take on.”

It was good that your back was now facing the group, if not you’d have laughed at the sheer misery over Gojo’s face. If Gojo felt like playing games then surely he’d be fine with you playing along right? It was only fair right?

During your mission you were constantly being spammed text after text, all from one particular sorcerer. You could practically hear his voice whining in your head as you read each text while taking out a weak demon. This was far to amusing.

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Y/n: Please stop bothering me, I’m working. I’m sure your lovely fans would die to entertain you.

Satoru: (Y/n)! Please don’t be mad at me, I’m sorry. We’re okay right? You aren’t really leaving me right?!

Y/n: I’m not mad Gojo, you’re free to do whatever you want with whoever you want. I’ll look for someone who’s healthier for me, less needy for attention and more considerate of my feelings. Goodbye.

Satoru: NO (Y/N) PLEASE DON’T SAY THAT! I’LL BE GOOD I PROMISE! (Y/N)!!!!!!!!!

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You couldn’t help but cackle at the flood of pleading and begging that graced your phone. Within a night you were finished with your mission, having successfully killed all the curses around you with minimal damage to the surrounding property. Your students welcomed you back with open arms, all of them glad that you were back safe and sound. Kugisaki was glued to you by the hip, asking about your mission. Itadori was happily enjoying the treats you’d brought back, and Fushiguro was holding your free hand as you all walked to the training grounds.

“So did you actually leave Gojo?”, Fushiguro asked.

“Oh of course not I’m just making sure he learns his lesson. I’m not one who likes to have her emotions played with, so if he wants to be childish for some attention I’ll gladly ruin his plans.”, you smiled.

Your three students all giggled at your evilness, as if his ears were burning Gojo appeared in his civilian clothes, dark glasses shielding his lovely blue eyes from the public.

“Satoru Gojo.”, you nodded your head as a simple greeting watching his lips quiver into a frown.

“(Y/n) please stop this. I’m sorry, okay? I won’t ever do it again I promise.”, he closed the gap between you, forcing your students to pull away and watch the drama unfold.

You glared into his eyes and scoffed, “Yeah right. You’re a natural flirt and you’re a cocky asshole. If you want someone who will fall head over heels for you then look elsewhere. You know men like that aren’t my cup of tea, you should know that best of all.”

Gojo sighed and nodded his head, “I know. It took me six years just to get you to go on a date with me.”

“It sure did and the next time you pull a stunt like this I’ll make sure you’re forced to apologize for six more years before I let you court me again.”

It took a moment for Gojo to let your words settle but once they did he couldn’t help but smile and hold you tight.

“I love you so much, I’m so sorry.”, he whispered.

“Yeah whatever, you were the jerk making me insecure about myself, it was only right that I gave you the silent treatment.”, you faked a sob earning a small whine from your partner.

Gojo swears he didn’t mean to make you insecure and hugs you tight. You look over his shoulder at your three students and stick your tongue out in a fake gag watching them laugh at his misery. It served him right.