Mistakes.

I read "Imposter" (I did the request) and I LOVED!! Was my impression or is Nanami a yandere too? But I thing he looks a discreet yandere. Anyway, I just would want to say thank you for answer my request!

You're welcome and thank you for reading 😁! I'm glad you liked it 😊. But no, you're impression wasn't wrong 😏, there's a reason why I wrote that Nanami was clenching his fists, I just went with Gojo as the fake because Nanami actually looks like he could be a doctor whereas Gojo doesn't.

hi it’s me again and thank you for writing about kiri from bitter work!! you’re the best :)

Oh! Thank you! I was actually thinking about making an update to it, I’m not really satisfied so I plan on adding something else to it later today before leaving it as it is, but thank you for reading 😊

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Eijirou Kirishima

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Bitter Work: Spin-Off

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Izuku Midoriya

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Yandere

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Debt

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Katsuki Bakugou

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The Outbreak: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

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Fem! Mahito x Desperate! Male! Reader.

Warnings: Sexual acts, rough sex, groping, vaginal penetration, oral sex; male and female receiving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, size kink, creampie.

Summary: Mahito has some 'fun' as a female for the first time.

WC: 2.4k+

You continue to scroll through your phone while holding onto the rail above you at the train, trying to pass some time despite almost reaching your stop. Your phone suddenly dies on you, your brows raising in surprise as you wonder when was the last time you checked the battery while you roll your eyes and put it away. You leave your hand in your pocket and look around in attempt to distract yourself, your eyes falling on an unusual sight.

A pale short girl with light blue hair neatly tied into a ponytail standing in the train still in her school uniform with a body that seems to be made out of patchwork. Lines with the occasional staples ran horizontally along her legs, arms- or at least what little you could see of them covered in the sleeves of the uniform. You wonder for a few seconds if there was patchwork under the clothes, you certainly can’t see any on the skin of her stomach peeking out of her shirt.

You continue to study her, unaware of the rudeness as well as the pair of eyes following your line of sight that travels to her neck to find more patchwork and then finally reaching her face to see her dual-colored eyes under her soft bangs already looking at you with a smug grin. Your eyes quickly widen and you immediately look away with your cheeks burning at the embarrassment of being caught ogling her.

You start to mentally scold yourself and try to excuse yourself that you were just looking at the patchwork only to mentally slap a hand over your face for it. The train’s fairly empty, but there’s still enough people to have you standing, did they not notice the odd sight of someone with staples in their body? It’s not exactly the same as piercing, it’s still something that would warrant some attention from people.

You look at the passengers around you through the corner of your eye and notice that surely enough, everybody seems to be stuck in their own world. Maybe you’re just overthinking, you’re just making a big deal out of it. The train reaches your stop and as you start to walk to the doors, the girl walks by in front of you, maintaining eye contact with a smirk during the process, prancing through the people under the afternoon sunlight without a care.

Your eyes widen at the sight of her short skirt flowing enough to show you just the smallest peek of her naked ass and you quickly look around to see that nobody else is looking. When did you become the only pervert around? And why would she dress like that in a place that tends to be full of creeps? The slight tightening of your pants points out the hypocrisy of your thoughts and you quickly shove your hands in your pockets to try to accommodate your pants to hide your ‘problem’.

You hurry through the people to get away from them, pausing at the nearby sidewalk to cross the road, seeing the same girl on the other side. She continues to stare at you with the same pleased look on her face, waiting for you until you start crossing the road. She proceeds to walk with a slight bounce on her step, glancing behind her periodically to look at you as if to make sure you're following her.

You reach your turn but your legs refuse to listen to you and continue to drag you forward after her, trailing her for who knows how long. She finally comes to a stop at a corner, but not at the corner of a street as she turns around to see you halting your step as well to maintain the 15-foot distance between you. She stares at you with a soft smile on her face before ducking into the alley to her left.

“Hey, wait.” You stretch out a hand, wondering why you asked her to wait. You quickly move to where she was standing and look down the surprisingly wide alley to see that she already reached the back of it to stand behind yet another corner, placing her hand beside it with her head purposefully peeking out to look at you briefly with a small giggle before walking away. Was she implying… no, she probably just wants to butcher you or something.

You look down at your pants and notice that your ‘problem’ has eased down and heavily consider walking away, after all, just how much of a horny pervert did you have to be to take a risk like this? “Are you coming?” You hear what you assume is her soft voice echoing, calling for you, tipping you over and having you cautiously walking through the alley as the streets start emptying.

You finally reach the end of the alley to see another shorter one leading to a dead end on your left with the girl standing nearby. “So, you can actually see me.” She acknowledges. “I know I was staring earlier, but you talk like I’m not supposed to be able to see you at all.” You speak. “You’re not. Or at least not normal humans anyway.” She says, starting to approach you as you hold your ground.

As soon as she reaches you, she throws her arms around your neck with your hands instinctively going to her waist in surprise with your eyes widening at her boldness. “I was just starting to think you wouldn’t follow me down here.” She continues to smile in a teasing manner. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” She questions your silence. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know what you were getting into.” She carries the conversation with an amused smile.

“You humans can be so weird.” She comments. “What are you talking about?” You ask. “Oh! Would you look at that.” She gasps while looking down between your pressed-together bodies. “You’re already getting excited!” She points out your erection as your body stiffens, thinking about how pathetic you are for getting hard just over having a girl press against your body, after all, it has been a while.

She drops to her knees with ease and yanks down your pants to your thighs, having you jump away to the wall at her surprising speed. “Hey! Take it easy.” You hold a hand out. “Come on, don’t be a prude, you were just ogling me earlier.” She continues to speak with an odd innocence in her voice, a permanent smile remaining on her face. “Now,” She crawls to you. “Let me take care of you.” Her hands pull down your underwear to let your half-hard length of its confines as you already leak precum.

“I hope I do well.” She comments before taking you in her mouth, causing you to gasp. Her small hands hold the base of your member as she sinks you further into her mouth, stopping with a content moan once your tip reaches the start of her throat. The vibrations of her moan causes you to open your mouth to let out muted one of your own with eyes closed as she starts to move her head back and forth at an even pace.

Her tongue peeks out to lick the underside of your shaft, leaving a wet stripe as she moves her head, feeling you growing and fully hardening in her mouth with a hand starting to jerk what doesn’t fit as her other one presses on your lower stomach to keep you pressed on the wall with a surprising amount of strength. You feel her shuffling and peek your eyes open to see her kicking her shoes off, neatly placing her feet together.

She slowly pulls back until only the tip is in her mouth, focusing on sucking it while her hand pulls your foreskin over the head and back again, forcing you to moan. Your head falls back onto the wall as she sucks harder with tentative licks at your slit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as more noises leave past your lips. She removes her mouth to take a breath with a string of saliva briefly keeping you connected while her hand carries on.

She trails her soft lips along the side of your length and settles at your base, sucking, biting and gently pulling at the skin as she picks up the pace of her hand. You grunt with your head drooping down as you feel yourself getting closer to your high, opening your eyes to see her blue and gray ones staring at you through her bangs. Her hand angles your length upward and licks and sucks on the skin of your balls, pressing her nose against them to audibly smell them.

You feel her tongue trail back up to your tip and envelope you in her mouth again, slowly sinking you in until her nose meets your lower stomach. Her head starts moving back and forth, making sure to keep you in her throat as much as she can with her hands on your hips. “I’m gonna cum.” You breathlessly warn. “Hmm?” She hums without stopping her actions, not knowing what you mean.

You take that she won’t pull back giving her incessant actions and grab the back of her head to harshly shove her to you, forcing her to take you all the way in as you release in her throat with a load moan, sensitive from the pleasure. Her hands grip at your hips shortly before relaxing, swallowing your cum with surprising ease until your hands start to loosen their grip on her, letting her pull back after finishing.

She flicks out her tongue to lick around her mouth audibly and stands up. “My turn.” She pulls you off the wall to press her front against it, hands flat on the wall and looking back at you as she sticks her ass out. You momentarily take a look at the small yet plump cheeks to see that they’re smooth; no patchwork, but even so you drop to your knees to get a closer look, grabbing her ass and spreading the cheeks up far apart to take a look at both holes.

You press your thumbs on her lower lips and pull one to the side, seeing that she’s not as wet as you’d like. “Are you enjoying the vie- oh!” She gasps in surprise when you lick a stripe through her slit, laying your tongue flat to lick up and down between her folds. “Ah…” She moans as you find her clit, flicking your tongue against it in attempt to wet her faster. You drag your tongue back up to kiss, suck and lick at the folds while massaging her ass, squeezing it to feel it seeping between your fingers.

You push your tongue through her opening and force a loud moan from her, feeling more of her wetness leaking. “It feels good.” She moans. “You’re quite talky.” You pull away from her, wiping your mouth. “Does it bother you?” She asks before you yank down her skirt, standing up and pulling off her shirt to leave her naked, wanting to see all of her. Grabbing onto her waist, you press her deeper against the wall while angling her hips toward you.

You line yourself with her entrance and prod lightly before pushing, attempting to enter her, feeling resistance. Suddenly, you feel her accommodate and slip in with ease, feeling her soft soaked walls squeezing ever so lightly. “Ah fuck.” You moan when your hips meet her ass, stilling yourself to get accustomed to the feeling. “You feel good!” She grips the wall as you poke her cervix, grabbing onto her ass.

Soon, you start slowly moving your hips back and forth, hearing her moan loudly and trying to meet with your thrusts halfway. You grab harder onto one of her ass cheeks and pull it to the side, watching her puckered hole clench from the intrusion before looking lower to see yourself slipping in and out of her. You start picking up your pace, feeling her clench occasionally at every poke of her cervix as she lets out pleased sighs, arching her back more to welcome you in easier.

You grab onto one of her thighs and push her leg up onto the wall, getting a better angle and a louder moan from her. Your other hand reaches around her to wrap your arm over her chest, hand landing on her boob as you press your front against her back, squeezing her between your body and the wall. You grip her small tit in your hand, pinching and tugging hard on the nipple with your hips starting to audibly smack into her ass. “Oh!” She gasps and you realize you hit her soft spot.

You speed up your thrusts to slam your hips into her, hitting her spot repeatedly and having her nearly screaming as her eyes squeeze shut at the unfamiliar feelings. Her legs easily start shaking as she attempts to squeeze them shut while clenching tighter around you, letting you know how close she is. Her head falls back onto your shoulder with her eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly in your ear and giving you an opportunity to slip your hand from her breast down to her clit.

You press a finger hard onto the nub and as soon as you start rubbing it in harsh circles, a loud scream falls from her mouth and you feel wetness escaping her and squirting onto your balls, wetting the upper inside of your thighs in the process. Her orgasm triggers your own, moving your hand to yank her hips closer, you bury yourself as deep as you can before spilling your cum. Her eyes open wide with a small surprised moan at the sensation of you filling her as she relaxes against you.

“It’s warm.” She sighs happily as you start to slowly pull out your softening member, letting her feel your cum leaking through her hole. She detaches herself from you and composes herself turning around to face you. Looking down, you pull your pants and underwear back up, covering yourself but hear an odd mushing noise followed by bones cracking. “That was fun, now I know why there’s so many whores around.” Her voice says as you fall back, looking in horror.

Her body contorts in odd shapes before her arms turn longer, thicker, more muscular followed by her legs, her crotch changing as well to have a penis. “That was the first time I had sex as a girl, let alone having a dick inside of me,” The breasts disappear to be replaced with a flat toned chest above heavily marked abs while you hear bones crack with her height growing taller, leaving instead a tall, naked, muscular man before you, the only thing remaining the same being the voice.

“So, how’d I do?”

Do I do request

Yes you do 🙂

Imposter.

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Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, sexual themes, smut, semi non-con touching, male masturbation; hand job.

Summary: Request:

Are you accepting requests? If you do, can I request a Yandere! Satoru Gojo (or Yandere! Nanami Kento, you choose) pretending to be a gynecologist just to be able touch intimately his darling? I'm sorry for my English, it isn't my fist language. Have a nice day :)

W/C: 2.8k+

A/N: If Gojo seems a bit OOC (Out Of Character) in the way he talks, he purposefully decided to talk a little more 'professional' for the given situation.

You continue to wait at your seat in the waiting hall, hoping that your name finally gets called, a plead that gets answered quickly by the sound of your name filling your ears. “Yes?” You ask as you stand. “You may wait in Dr. Nanami’s office now.” The person who called your name indicates, leading you to the office and opening the door. “What do you mean ‘wait’? Is Dr. Nanami-” “He’ll be here soon.” The door is shut behind you, having you wondering why most of the staff was always quite rude.

You move to sit in the chair in front of the familiar desk where surely enough, Nanami isn’t sitting, having you wondering of his whereabouts, and as the minutes pass, well after your scheduled appointment, you question what’s going on. Nanami’s never been late with an appointment, and now you were passed to his office while he’s gone, something else that has never happened, he’s always had you wait until the exact time.

The door behind you nearly bursts open, making you jump and look behind you to see an unfamiliar man in a white coat with matching white hair and oddly enough with sunglasses resting on his nose. “Good evening miss L/N, I’m very sorry but it seems like Kento won’t be able to make it.” The man closes the door behind him. “Who are you?” You ask as he walks over to the other side of Nanami’s desk.

“Dr. Satoru Gojo, though you can just call me Satoru,” He removes his sunglasses, showing his pristine white lashes and his alluring neon blue sapphire eyes, having your eyes widening at the sight and cheeks nearly burning. “You see, I like to feel comfortable with my patients. Miss L/N, are you alright?” He asks with an almost playful smirk at how you stare at him. “Yes, sorry.” You apologize after letting out a small cough against your closed hand, attempting to break the awkward moment.

“Kento had some personal problems and had to leave but didn’t want to cancel your appointment, so he sent me instead, sorry for the wait.” He apologizes with an almost giddy smile. “I was informed that you’re here for a breast ultrasound and pap smear for a check up, right?” He pulls out a neatly folded hospital gown from a bin behind him. “Yes.” You respond. “Here, you can go to the bathroom.” He hands you the gown, briefly pointing to the bathroom to your right.

“Oh, and miss L/N?” He calls before you walk in the bathroom, looking back to him. “Make sure you take off your underwear…” He reminds in a nearly seductive manner. You make a small grimace at the uncomfortable situation before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind you, your body betraying you and lightly clenching your thighs, and while you undress yourself, multiple questions run through your head.

Why hadn’t Nanami informed you that someone would be replacing him? You thought he was more professional than this. What happened that had led to him having to call in someone else? Once you finish changing to the gown, you set your clothes and other belongings on the small counter by the sink before exiting the bathroom. “Are you ready?” He waits for you next to the examination table to which you quietly respond in affirmation.

You take a seat on the crinkly paper with the help of the small step up stool, your feet dangling while he pushes off your shoulders the crossed front of the top of the gown, exposing your breasts to him. As you raise your arms to place your hands behind your head, being familiar with the procedure, you miss the way your alleged doctor stares at your breasts, unaware of how quickly his pants tighten and how close he is to wetting them, your legs blocking the view.

As soon as his bare hands come into contact with your breast, you notice something off in his start. “Aren’t you supposed to start at the underarm?” You look at him. “Hmm?” He hums, seeming to have been snapped out of some sort of daze. “Right here.” You point at the junction where your underarm and chest meet. “… Oh! I’m sorry, you see; I didn’t get much of a good night’s rest.” He apologizes, excusing himself while you lift your arm again.

You calmly stare at the wall ahead while feeling the fingers gently running from your underarm to the start of your breast as your nipples harden from the cold air in the room, the sight having him swallowing thickly. The pads of his fingertips continue to travel across the expanse of the soft skin, touching and feeling every inch and finally reaching your nipple.

His thumb slowly circles around the peak, grazing it with the side of his finger while tracing the areola, feeling his skin starting to prickle in sweat at having to restrain himself. Once he’s done, he finally brings himself to lightly press on top of the nipple, the action making him bite down painfully hard at his lip in attempt to continue to hold himself back, his jaw lightly quivering as he suppresses the moan that so desperately wants to escape his throat…

Wanting nothing more than to than to grope, pull and yank at the soft tissue, squeeze it in his large hands until the fat seeps between his fingers. “Is there something wrong?” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts, having him clearing his throat before answering. “No, I’ll just check the other one now.” He responds, reaching for your other breast and performing the same slow procedure until he’s done, turning away briefly.

“This might feel cold.” He warns, squeezing the thin bottle in his hand until the thick transparent liquid lands in the palm of his hand. “I know.” You reply and lay back on the reclined examination table before he applies the cold gel on your tit, seeing small goosebumps forming on the skin. After smearing the gel on your breast, he grabs the ultrasound transducer and presses it against the globe, making sure to spread it thoroughly this time.

While you look at the screen to your right, you once again miss the way he stares at your chest, spreading the substance that resembles his cum an awful lot. The sight makes it easy for him to get a detailed image of what your tits would look like painted in his cum, the thick semen trailing down your perked nipples and slipping between the valley. What would you have finished doing? Were you jerking him off with your smaller hands? Maybe one of them cupping his plump balls…

Or were you blowing him? Keeping him warm in your mouth with your nose reaching his lower stomach, nestling in the softly trimmed hair. Or were you letting him fuck your tight little throa- “What’s that?” You stare at the black screen with blurry white lines along it. “Nothing to worry about.” He assures after quickly composing himself after what feels like the hundredth time.

The rest of the ultrasound is spent with you missing your other doctor, the one who always explained every detail thoroughly and actually made you feel confident in your health, as opposed to the one standing before you who’s awfully quiet. “Well,” His voice pulls your attention to him. “Everything seems to be fine, I’ll just clean you up now.” He sets away the transducer.

Before you can interject, he’s already grabbing tissues and cleaning the smudged mess, wiping the gel with ease and in a manner that could almost seem… loving. After all, it was his chance at showing you how good he’d be with cleaning you up after your activities. While he finishes cleaning you, you awkwardly look away, not knowing what to say and instead choosing to stay quiet as you bashfully look away.

After a few tissues are thrown in the trash bin, he crouches down to reach the stirrups and readies them to a proper height as he feels himself growing more excited by the second, if possible, while the height of the table conveniently covers the way his pants are forced to tightly restrain his erection. “Now that we’re all set, let me help you.” He says in a low almost seductive tone, the situation alone making it hard for you to breathe.

He gently settles the heels of your feet on the stirrups one at a time, your gown barely covering your cunt while you wonder why you’re feeling so nervous. You never felt nervous with Nanami, he never once made you feel uncomfortable and always kept everything strictly professional, so despite having an attractive man looking at your lower region, it was easy to get used to the situation, but with Satoru…

You suddenly feel awfully nervous and a bit self conscious at having someone like him seeing your private parts, every last ounce of your calm and collected attitude having left when he insisted on cleaning your breasts. He slips a pair of gloves on with ease and swiftly moves over to reach for the speculum and is quick to work, dropping down his knees and deciding to briefly tease himself by slowly moving the bottom of your gown away, bunching it around your waist.

Warmth instantly spreads through your cheeks at being exposed to him with the angle of your body leaving you unable to see him. He stares at your bare cunt for a moment, taking in the sight with wide eyes and blushing cheeks, feeling the embarrassingly large amounts of precum leaking his swollen tip soaking his underwear. After a small moment of silence, you finally feel the smooth cool metal come in contact with your labia.

You let out a quiet nervous breath as you slightly fiddle with your hands that rest over your stomach, unaware of what your doctor’s really doing. As he slowly inserts the end of the speculum, his nose hovers mere inches away from your sex, inhaling and taking in the smell with cheeks burning red and tongue peeking out from his mouth. He pleads in his head, begs just to get a taste from you, he’s just a flick from his tongue away, just- please.

Nearly close to tears from frustration, his free hand shakily reaches for his pants and quietly unbuttons them followed by a muted pull from his zipper with your insides still slowly engulfing the metal object, careful not to hurt you. His hand slips in the opening of his pants and pulls out his heavy length, aching for any sort of stimulation with the dripping head thick and swollen the same way as his balls which he pulls out to rest over the zipper.

With a single tug of his hand from the start of his dick to the base, he reaches his orgasms and cums with his eyes instinctively widening in surprise and letting out a cough to cover up for his actions with his other hand leaving you to cover his mouth. “Are you okay?” You quickly ask, raising your head but still unable to see him. Another cough leaves him in attempt to block the loud groan that desperately wants to escape while endless streams of cum shoot from his tip with his eyes squeezed shut.

With the first spurt having landed on the table, he aims himself to the floor to spill his load on the white tiles, dick twitching in his tight grip and balls feeling unbelievably tight. You remain quiet until he regains himself from what you can only assume is a coughing fit and unknowingly let him finish releasing all over the floor, creating a rather large puddle. His hand leaves his mouth and goes to his balls to lightly fondle them and help bring him down from his high as his length softens, slowly falling to his balls.

“Dr. Gojo?” You ask after clearing your throat, slowly sitting up with a creak of the table to which he immediately shoots up to his knees to keep you from looking any further. “Yes?!” He quickly rushes out his mouth with wide eyes, looking similar to a toddler having been caught doing something bad. “… Are you… alright?” You repeat yourself with uncertainty. “Oh, yes, I’m fine, I just swallowed the wrong way.” He nervously excuses with burning cheeks and a flustered expression.

“I’m sorry about that, I’ll just continue now.” He ducks back down. You lay back on the table and feel the end of the speculum finally kissing your cervix with him enjoying the view for a small moment of the small stretch that it gives you, wondering if that’s how you’d look like with his fingers inside you. As his soft cock rests outside his pants, he focuses in moving the speculum to spread your walls open and receive a view of the inside of them.

He immediately associates the image with the way your insides would look upon being impaled by him, though the stretch would be far wider and unfortunately, if he stretches you wider, you’ll grow suspicious given that the size of the brush isn’t that big. He stops expanding your walls and carefully inserts the brush while your cheeks start burning at similar dirty thoughts running through your mind and soon enough; with your body betraying you.

Panic washes over you once you feel the familiar leakage in your lower region and you pray for it to be over soon, the sensation of the brush swabbing the deepest part inside you filling you with relief. After pulling the brush out, he stares at it and examines it in great detail with a piercing gaze, looking at your essence smeared on it, cock twitching in response. Without thinking, he softly parts his lips and peeks his tongue out as he brings the brush closer, ready to get his taste of you that he’s been craving for so long.

“Are you done?” Your quiet voice still makes it to his ears, desperate to clothe yourself again. “Yes, just a moment.” He replies, disappointed in your interruption and instead slathering your juices in a small container beside him, placing the lid after and closing it. The speculum returns to its original state and is pulled out of you with a thin coat of your liquids followed by him shoving his spent member in his pants and buttoning them.

He casually stands, sets everything aside on a small table and helps you bring your feet down before moving his hands to your arms. “Let me help you.” He insists with a smile, aiding you to stand on your feet and directing you to the bathroom to get dressed, all the while standing between you and the puddle of his cum. As soon as the door’s shut, he quickly scampers to clean his mess, just now noticing the size of the puddle…

Thinking to himself how he hadn’t cummed that much since the day he first got hands on a pair of your underwear. He throws the last dirtied tissue away and contemplates about continuing what was interrupted from him but is instead met with the noise of the bathroom door clicking, making him look over to your once again clothed body. “When will you have the results?” You question after an awkward cough.

“Kento has a pretty busy schedule, so I’ll just call you to let you know.” He explains and you thank him for… the most uncomfortable appointment you’ve had, though of course you don’t say that part. “No, thank you.” He ominously thanks, placing a hand on your shoulder and leading you to the door while saying his goodbyes. He opens the door for you and once he does, a familiar figure is standing in the way.

“Dr. Nanami, you’re here.” You point out while he stands in front of you with a hand out as if he was about to open the door. “I- yes. What’s happening here?” He questions, staring at Gojo. “Dr. Gojo said you sent him because you had to leave.” You point at the white haired man. “I see.” Nanami’s fists clench, continuing to stare at the other man rather harshly. “Glad… to see you could make it.” You try to break the tension. “So, you’re finished here?” He asks without breaking his stare.

“Yes, Gojo did my pap smear and… my breast ultrasound.” Your voice quiets down at the dangerous tension you feel, for some reason feeling that you should run away. “Just like you said, right?” You add, wondering why your hands are trembling. “…” Nanami stays quiet with Gojo smiling as if he did nothing wrong. “Dr… Nanami?” You meekly asks, the scared tone in your voice finally getting him to look at you, the angry look on his face disappearing.

“Yes.” He finally responds, removing Gojo’s hand to replace it with his own. “Now please leave, I have to have a talk with Gojo about your routinely check up.” He lies with ease, leading your almost shaking frame away. You’d never seen him angry, and certainly not to that level. “Is… everything okay?” You turn to look at him again. “Yes, there’s no need to worry, you may leave now.” He assures you, seeing you rush away and facing Gojo again who simply looks at him with a smirk and a cocky expression.

Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period.

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Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Blood, smut, sexual themes, oral sex; female receiving, oral sex during period, face sitting, mentions about fingering, drinking blood, eating human flesh.

Summary: Headcanons on the upper three and Muzan helping a marechi s/o through her period while keeping their stomachs full.

W/C: 2.5k+

In the time you’d been together, he had yet to smell your blood, it was hard enough to be placed in the situation when he always made sure you weren’t injured whenever he was around, and as such a high-ranking demon, he lacked the privilege to spend as much time with you as wanted, so the timings hadn’t lined properly for him to be present during your period either, but when they finally did without you being aware of your unique type of blood, to say the least, neither of you were ready.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Takes full advantage of the situation.

Has to take a step back to steady himself the first time he smells you.

Is initially worried you’re injured at first.

Plays his cards right and shows initial concern despite your body doing a normal biological function.

Is more physically affectionate to get you to lower your guard even more.

Gets you to admit out loud that you’re in physical pain.

Suggests helping you ease the pain.

Had never buried his face between your legs before.

Was actually kind of sexist about it and would’ve felt inferior if he placed your legs on either side of his head, because why would the demon king do that?

Still tried to refuse but smelling your marechi blood didn’t help.

Having a monthly supply of marechi blood sounded tempting enough.

So he suggests easing your pain.

Surprises you by finally spreading your legs after laying between them.

Keeps you around him for the entirety of the week.

Takes you wherever he needs to go to keep you close.

But never near any demons.

If necessary, he has Kokushibo watch over you.

Doesn’t necessarily refuse to not have you in his presence.

But refuses to leave you alone and unguarded for other demons to try and eat you.

Knows that Kokushibo won’t even consider so much as laying a finger at you.

Still refuses to get on his knees for you.

You always have to lay down for him.

Forbids you from wearing anything under your kimono to have easier access.

Instantly smells whenever your blood’s about to stain the expensive fabric of your kimono.

Licks you clean every time he smells you starting to bleed.

Which is multiple times throughout the day.

As soon as you express being relieved from the pain, he uses it as an excuse.

Prefers you thinking he genuinely and solely wants to care for his favorite human rather than admitting that he needs to feed like any living creature.

Because he refuses to so much as get on his knees for you, he obviously even more so refuses to have you sit on his face.

Not even hover.

If you ever suggest it, he’ll give you the meanest side eye and refuse to speak to you for days.

Still will not eat you out outside of your period.

The moans entering Muzan’s ears easily sounded different than usual, similar to the first time he had you take his heavy cock in your lower area, where he was currently lapping at you for the first time with half lidded eyes in a relaxed expression while laying on his stomach for you, hands on either of your thighs which obediently remained spread open for him with ease due to how the rest of your body had fallen limp upon the first lick.

He had his doubts at first, but he had to admit, it’s awfully convenient to have a marechi lover who was so willing to hike up the expensive kimono and spread open the legs beneath it to allow him to feed rather than having to go through the trouble of going out of his way for people to eat. A louder moan fills the room as he dips his tongue inside your sensitive opening after having licked clean your labia.

A shaky hand reaches for his hair in attempt to pull him closer only to be pushed away rather gently by the man at your thighs. Normally, he would’ve slapped away the hand because despite actually bearing affection for you, how dare you try to command him in any way, however, he supposes the meal you’re offering him is enough for him to turn a blind eye to your insolence… once.

Kokushibo

Very concerned for your health when he finds out.

Initially thinks you’re injured upon smelling your blood for the first time.

Takes a second (one too long in his opinion) to regain his composure after the scent of your blood makes him feel dizzy.

The opposite of Muzan.

Has eaten you out before.

And doesn’t mind doing it.

Genuinely suggests relieving your pain for your benefit.

Takes great pride in taking care of you.

Hardly even thinks of you as a source of food with how much he prioritizes easing your pain.

But does acknowledge that you’re keeping him well fed.

Another one that keeps you with him every time you’re on your period (they all do).

Doesn’t think much about if he likes or not getting on his knees for you.

But knows your height differences would make it a bit uncomfortable.

And prefers you lay down for your own comfort.

Will also eat you out whenever he smells blood on the way.

Enjoys doing so but does it mainly for your safety as to not attract any demons.

Doesn’t just drink your blood but also plays with your clit to actively give you orgasms to counter your cramps.

Gently rubs your lower stomach to further help with your cramps.

Or grazes it very lightly with his fingertips to give you goosebumps if he’s in a teasing mood.

Slows the pace after each orgasm as to not overstimulate you before picking it up again.

Overall treats you like a porcelain doll.

Would give you a break if you asked.

Even if you’re still bleeding

So long as you’re always close to him so he can keep you safe.

Soft gentle tugs to your clit force heavy breaths out through your nose, the occasional pinch making you clench around the soft pink tongue moving along your insides with your back tensing and arching off the futon briefly before a hand gently pushes down your stomach to press you back against the fabric beneath you in attempt to get you to relax, the tongue carefully moving back and forth as to not overwhelm your sensitive insides.

His eyes peek open when he feels your legs starting to tremble on either side of his face, the hand over your lower stomach carefully rubbing over the skin doing little to soothe you, his first pair of eyes looking at you due to your different than usual movements, unable to read any expression from your head being thrown back. “Are you alri-” He’s interrupted by your body falling limp against him and the unmistakable noise of you hitting your orgasm.

He’s quick to react and have his fingers gently rub at your clit, slowly licking over your leaking opening, his reasoning settling on your different reactions being from your current sensitive state. His eyes fall back shut again without his own hands failing to continue their ministrations, set on taking care of you and making sure you’re carefully brought back down from your own high as to not overstimulate you while you let him eat his fill.

Douma

Doesn’t even occur to him that you might be injured.

Knows that he would’ve been notified if you’d been injured.

Also takes full advantage of the situation.

Absolutely delighted to find out you’re a marechi.

He’s been surrounded by plenty women before and has eaten enough to know what a period is obviously.

As well as eaten marechi women before.

But has never stumbled upon a marechi woman on her period.

Is baffled that it never occurred to him to keep a marechi woman by his side for a monthly supply.

Immediately asks to feed off of you rather than asking to help with your cramps.

Used to have you on him 97% of times, now it’s 100%.

Eats you out wherever, whenever and however.

Very vocal about it.

Constant praises on your taste.

Gets actually hungry while tasting you.

But remembers that you’re a fragile human who he genuinely enjoys having around and therefore would rather not hurt you.

So he treats you as an appetizer instead.

And proceeds to eat one of the other women around after you’ve stopped bleeding.

Keeps you on him under every circumstance.

Even if Muzan calls him over.

Promises to do as Muzan says and be on his best behavior which he actually fulfills much to Muzan’s surprise.

If you were to actually be apart from him, he would ask in all seriousness for you to save your blood for him for later in a jar.

Another one who would forbid you from wearing anything under your kimono.

Probably forbids you from doing so even when you aren’t on your period.

Doesn’t even warn you when he smells you starting to bleed and immediately goes under your kimono.

If there’s anyone nearby when you start bleeding, immediately orders them to leave.

For your sake.

If it were up to him, he’d bury his face between your legs right then and there.

Messy eater.

Will definitely take you on his beanbag.

Will treat your period (as well as your fucking sessions) like some type of bingo or a list that needs to have locations where he’s taken you crossed off.

You feel yourself sink further into the large pillow beneath you with your legs kept hiked to your chest, loud continuous moans coming from the blonde between said legs, the incessant noises coming from him having won long ago against your own. A slight shift of your body moves your untied kimono further open with it finally slipping off your breasts and exposing your nipples to the cold air, the elegant fabric bunching around your torso between the folds of the pillow.

“Ohh, you taste just heavenly my darling.” Douma smiles after lifting his head from your bloodied messy folds, letting you take in the sight of his chin drenched in your blood, fluids starting to trickle down to his neck followed by his tongue swiping across it. “Now sit pretty for me and let me eat…” He coaxes in a low tone while slowly lowering himself, continuing to delve his tongue into your opening.

While a knot started to form in the pit of your stomach, the hollow filling in the pit of Douma’s own stomach started to grow, tempting him with having more than just a taste of your blood, but he couldn’t, he’d never forgive himself. He shuts down his thoughts and instead licks you with more vigor, his mind wandering to other women who he’d much rather eat before you, maybe the one who’d been just slightly less polite than usual when attending you, maybe she’d be able to satiate his hunger for a while.

Akaza

Is terrified when he smells your blood for the first time.

Especially when he notices what type of blood it is.

Immediately assumes the worst.

Thanks whatever higher power there is when he sees you’re fine.

Gets headaches from trying to keep himself in control.

And still refuses to leave you alone.

Absolutely would never under any circumstances let Douma get remotely near you regardless of whatever situation you’re in.

Would never suggest eating you out to relieve the pain because he doesn’t want you to think he’s using you for food

But wouldn’t blatantly tell you no if you asked.

Would need a lot of convincing to say yes.

Would be really worried because what if he accidentally hurts you.

Is also worried that what if he genuinely gets hungry while trying to make you feel better.

Would be very hesitant due to his rule against eating women.

But tries to convince himself it’s alright because he’s not actually eating you.

Because he secretly is very curious and tempted to try it out.

Finally says yes when your cramps get unbearable.

Absolutely loses it upon his first taste.

Would already eat you out regularly for his own pleasure.

But would do it with dignity composure.

Now gets overly pussy drunk.

Doesn’t stop even after you’re clean.

Just continues while waiting for the next wave of blood.

Eats you out like a starved animal when you’re on your period.

Another messy eater.

Doesn’t leave your side for your safety.

And your mutual pleasure.

Would enjoy you sitting on his face.

But fails to notice how he refuses to let you leave your seat once you’ve sat.

Despite eating you out mostly for his own pleasure, doesn’t forget yours and uses his fingers to give you as many orgasms as he can as a thanks for keeping him fed.

Has no shame in licking his fingers clean in front of you.

Makes sure to still give you plenty of head regularly after your period so you don’t feel like he just sees you as food.

Would wonder in the back of his head if your blood alone can make him strong enough to surpass the other upper ranks.

Would be damned if Douma found out what he’s doing.

“Are you su-” “Yes.” Akaza’s quick to respond, trying to hold himself back from yanking you down, instead, gently guiding you lower to take a seat on his face. It’d been a few cycles since he finally started eating you out during your period and in that time, he’d grown addicted, though that would be an understatement. And though he still much enjoyed spending his days face buried between your legs even outside your cycle, during was something far preferable.

In the last few times he’d helped you through your difficult time of the month, he started feeling as though it wasn’t enough, no, rather he wanted more, and so he suggested something new, something you’d never know if he’d thought about himself, seen somewhere or heard of. Once you feel your lower area come into contact with him a sigh escapes you with his tongue starting to move along you, pressing over your clit, licking between your folds, circling your opening and licking clean every crevice.

He continues to suffocate himself in the intoxicating smell of your blood and decides it still isn’t enough, not with you hovering. A yelp leaves your mouth at the sudden yank of your legs being pulled upward folded against each other by a pair of strong hands with you falling completely sat on Akaza’s face, a muffled moan heard from under you pulling your gaze toward him, taking in the expression of his eyes rolled to the back of his head while his tongue invaded your insides, refusing to stop tasting you.

can we get more Yandere simulator 1980s student council bois with fem reader??

I'm planning on making a second part to student council secrets where they find out the reader's been screwing all the others, but I don't know when it'd be ready 😅

I just wanna say I’m obsessed with the izuku fic Longing, I’ve like reread it so many times!! Will there ever be a part 2?? I just love drama and romance

Thanks for reading ☺️ 🙏, I'm glad you enjoyed it and I know what I want for a part 2 but don't know if I'll ever get around to it 😅 hopefully I will.

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