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BeefyHimbo!Toji who never pays attention in class so he’s forced to ask you the stupidest questions, but when he hears your sweet, honeyed voice for the first time, he can’t help but to ask more and more and more.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who clumsily leans in closer, committing the warm, cloying scent of your gourmand perfume to memory. Who can’t help but to press his thighs together in a fruitless attempt to dull the ache of his pathetically drooling cock.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who stares up at you dumbly, utter infatuation emanating from his unrelenting gaze, chin resting in the palm of his hand as you solve a simple equation for him in his barren, yet oddly tattered college ruled notebook.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who subconsciously searches for you at the beginning of class, hoping to find a vacant seat beside you. Whose eyes soften when he finally catches a glimpse of your pretty face at the rear of the drab room.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who fishes a singular, wilting daisy from his lint-laden pockets, claiming that he plucked it from the university’s horticulture garden just for you. Who apprehensively presents you with the plainly heartfelt gift, praying you’ll welcome his flattery with enthusiasm.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who beams in his overwhelming excitement when you tuck the withering flower behind your ear, a gracious smile marring your lips. Whose cock grows embarrassingly hard when you mindlessly squeeze the fat of his thigh beside you in appreciation.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who soon excuses himself to flee to the restroom, desperate to relieve the gut wrenching throb of his cock, and unbeknownst to you, it’s all your fault.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who fucks his fist in the farthest stall of the restroom, imagining you sprawled out beneath him, your trembling thighs pressed to the unkempt sheets as he brainlessly stuffs you with the entirety of his cock.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who orgasms so incredibly hard that he’s forced to clamp a big hand over his mouth, thick, syrupy ropes of cum painting the graffitied walls of the public bathroom stall. Who doesn’t even bother to wash his fucking hands afterwards.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who eventually returns to class, flustered, a mysterious, dark stain adorning the gray fleece of his sweatpants. Who can hardly look you in the eyes as he plops down beside you, ashamed of how much of a slut he is for a girl he’s convinced wouldn’t give him half a chance.

But, when BeefyHimbo!Toji discovers that you’re not entirely opposed to the notion after a long night of fruitless studying, a switch flips.

Now, BeefyHimbo!Toji has you pressed apart on his disheveled, plaid sheets just as he imagined, your sobbing pussy taking his cock to the base over and over and over again, his large hands keeping you wide and accessible and all fucking his.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who’s utterly incapable of comprehending just how big his cock is in comparison to your slobbering little holes. Who can’t mentally grasp the fact that he’s so much larger than you.

And BeefyHimbo!Toji who accidently cums sooo fucking deep inside of you because he’s too distraught by his animalistic need to fuck and breed that he can’t possibly imagine cumming anywhere other than your sweet, welcoming cunt.

But… can you actually blame him? He doesn’t know any better, what did you expect? :(

note: hey, you! if you’ve read this before, don’t be alarmed! this is just a re-upload from my previous blog which was unfortunately marked as explicit. i’m in the process of transferring all of my work over to this blog. thanks for bearing with me, pretty! <3

love, ny

The real reason he was gone for seven years.

18+ MDNI - f!reader (nasty freak boy who cums too early...i love him)

virgin!satoru who thinks he’s going to die. genuinely, he thinks his heart is about to explode out of his chest and his last memory will be the way you stare down at him with those lust-blown eyes and that awe-struck smile. why else would he be shaking like this, covered in a layer of sweat and lightheaded to the point his vision is swirling?

“are you ready, satoru?” is the only thing he can make out above the ringing in his ears - how can he tell you he only has a few moments to live when your legs are spread like this and he’s so hard it fucking hurts?

virgin!satoru who is the farthest fucking thing from ‘ready’ but he’d rather die than disappoint you, so he’s at least got to try.

with an unsteady hand he swipes the tip of his cock up and down your slit, watching the way the light sparkles with how wet you are, for him.

“you can put it in, baby,” and he fucking groans, he can barely look at you when you talk to him like that, all syrupy sweet and thick and dripping.

virgin!satoru who finally, finally, pushes himself past your entrance. his eyes are locked on the way you swallow his length, the way he’s so hot he can’t breathe, can’t get enough air in because it all smells like you.

virgin!satoru who cums before he even bottoms out. he’s trembling and whining and it only gets worse when your hands find his shoulders and pull him into you.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, fuck-”

“it’s okay,” you coo, and he’s so fucking warm, and he’s grateful he can’t see the smile on your face because he thinks it might actually make his heart stop.

virgin!satoru who straightens his back, slowly pulls his cock out of you and watches in awe as his cum leaks down your thighs, who can’t stop himself from smearing it through your folds with his thumb, who doesn’t miss the way your pussy clenches as he does.

virgin!satoru who’s already hard again, who no longer cares if he’s dying because this must be heaven, who stares back at you with wild, unfocused eyes as he says, “i think…i think i’m ready now.”

a/n: i think i blacked out from lust writing this

high sex drive | poly! marauders x fem! reader

hurt/comfort + smut

TW: NSFW, piv, non-protected sex, oral (f/m receiving)

Sirius was drawing patterns on your thigh, the tips of his fingers grazing the supple skin there ever so slowly while his head rested on your belly. Your other two boyfriends were cuddling each other, they were all spent after coming many times, so why weren’t you?

You found every touch maddening, it didn’t make sense for you to be so wound up; it wasn’t like you hadn’t gotten off, because you had, and plenty of times.

The problem was your sex drive. Your desire wasn’t something that your ex boyfriends accepted, nor did they deem it normal, one of them even suggested to go see a sex therapist one time, and you did. The session failed to give you answers, and after some time you just gave up, resigning yourself to a life of not voicing your own needs.

It went good, as good as faking being satisfied would go, but it wasn’t that bad after all. With these guys, though, it was really difficult to just pretend.

“Love?”

You looked up, finding three pairs of eyes focused on you. “Mh?”

“Where did you go, dove? You’ve been awfully quiet. Sirius just asked you if you are hungry, we thought about ordering something, is pizza good?”

You refrained from blushing, hating the fact that you weren’t able to mask your true feelings even in a peaceful moment like that. “Sorry, I’ve just been lost in my own thoughts, I guess” You chuckled, sounding suspicious even to your own ears. “Pizza’s good, thank you”

You felt Sirius mouth closing over your inner thighs, its teeth piercing the supple skin there, making you gasp. “Come on, darling, you know you can tell us anything”

The thing was that every boyfriend you had started this conversation like this, telling you that it was okay, that he would have taken care of you, and then when they found out that they couldn’t change you, they’d start to call you a nympho, making you ashamed of yourself. So no, you weren’t sure you could tell them anything.

“You’re doing it again, love” James was looking at you through pleading eyes, it was really hard to resist him when he was acting like this, but you had to. The guys were the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and you weren’t willingly letting them go for something as stupid as your sex drive.

“Oh, uh” You blushed. “I think I’m just kind of tired, you know? Nothing crazy”

There was a moment of silence, then Remus spoke up. “This thing won’t work if you’re keeping stuff from us, dove. You have to understand the importance of trust, if you don’t want to talk about it now, fine, but at least tell us the main topic that’s bothering you so much you’re not even listening to us when we’re talking to you”

His words felt like a harsh slap to your cheek, bringing true tears to the surface, which you tried to fight against, to no avail.

“Sorry, I don’t want to bother you, I do trust you, it’s just-“

“Was sex too much? Were you unconfortable? You’ve been like this since we had sex, did we hurt you?”

Sirius sounded horrified, and you couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of your mouth, you had to fix this.

“No, no it’s quite the opposite actually” They were all looking at you expectantly, you sighed. “It’s just- I have a high sex drive, okay? And I hate it, I know it’s twisted and disgusting and not right but I need to get off multiple times a day and sometimes having sex worsens the situation because then I keep wanting more and I hate it, you evet got me off so many times I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” Now that the words were comung out of your mouth, you couldn’t seem to stop them. “And I’ve been to sex therapists but they don’t know how to turn this off and just- I’m so sorry you’re probably regretting even-“

“Do not finish that sentence for the love of God”

You furrowed your brows. “Sirius what-“

“No, I should be the one saying sorry, I’ve been torturing you for the past hour and I didn’t even notice it.”

“And you’re not disgusting” James piped in.

“Dove, it’s nothing crazy, we can just-“

“No you can’t fix it.” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth even if you tried, years of shame weighting you down. “Every ex that I had told me that they could fix it but it just doesn’t go away and I know it’s a burden” You pressed your hands to your face, hating this situation and hating yourself even more for letting it happen.

“Dove, would you please let us finish?” You nodded, your hands firmly locked in place. “Okay, I was trying to say that you can tell us if you’re needy and we’ll be really happy to help. There’s three of us, and if we aren’t available, there are your toys, you know? I don’t know what douchebags you dated, but this would never be a burden to us” His eyes were pleading you to believe him, and you found yourself wanting to.

“I think it’s anything but a burden, darling” You blushed slightly at Sirius, who was now laying on his belly, his head hovering right above your centre. You squirmed unconfortably, he smirked at you. “I’m being mean, aren’t I? Hovering just above you, so close yet so out of touch” His lips were now grazing your earlobe, making you shiver head to toe, the movement of his hands on your inner thigh maddening. “Such a pretty little thing, so flustered, what do you want now, love?”

You tried to tell him, but being vocal about your needs was something you weren’t used to, especially after years of slut shaming in your past relationship. You tried to avoid his question, wriggling your hips. “You know what I want”

He tsked. “No, I don’t. Do you want my mouth?” He lightly kissed you above your panties and shorts, making you grunt. “Mh, interesting. Maybe it’s my fingers that you want?” He caressed your nipples over the thin fabric of your -James’s- shirt. “My cock?”

The moment was interrupted by a pornographic grunt, coming from a very flustered James. “Fuck that’s so hot” He palmed his dick over his boxer briefs, making you blush.

“Look at him, darling, you’re making him needy. I think we should give him a show.”

You whimpered. “Sirius, please”

“I can give you everything you want, love. Just ask me”

You swallowed your pride. “I want your mouth, please”

He tutted. “Where do you want it? Here?” He grazed your forehead, the slightest touch sending you ablaze with need.

“No, Sirius, fuck, I want it on my pussy, please eat me out, I’m begging you” You couldn’t recognize your own voice, it sounded breathy, restrained, too close to begging.

“Gladly, darling” He pushed your shorts down, ripping the soft fabric of your panties in two. You didn’t have time to complain, his mouth immediately landing right on your clit.

His tongue started massaging the little bud, making you gasp as he flicked it repeatedly, moaning while doing so.

“You’re so wet, darling, I’m kind of mad, you know? You were really trying to keep this from me, from us” You shivered as you felt his index finger teasing your hole slowly, making you arch your back.

As he entered you, Remus was right above you, his dick in his hand, stroking your cheek with his free one. “Open up, dove, make me feel good”

He didn’t have to ask twice, your mouth opening right as Sirius thrusted into you with his fingers. “Fuck, she’s so wet James, fuck the show come here”

Suddenly, all three of your boyfriends were on you, James lining the crown of his cock at your entrance as Sirius lips closed right on your clit, sucking on it hardly. You felt one of Remus’s hands right over your right nipples, pinching it slightly, making you arch your back.

Your head was spinning, you felt awfully close to orgasming. “Fuck, love if you squeeze me like that I won’t last”

“That’s fine” Sirius piped in. “That’s why there’s three of us, to keep her satisfied” He tutted as you tried to close your thighs. “That isn’t nice now love, is it? Keep them open for us, stay still”

You loved when he was mean during sex, loved how he made you feel like you were at his mercy. “Sirius, close, god”

He chuckled. “You’re already coming, aren’t you? You’ve been such a good girl, telling us what you need, I think you deserve to come” You felt Remus’s cock swelling in your mouth, you rushed to swallow every drop of him, trying to focus on it, but it was difficult when you had two of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen between your thighs.

“Come now, darling. Be a good girl and come for us”

It was all it took for you to explode, your mouth wide open, eyes shut as you gripped Sirius head with all your force. He wasn’t complaining, though, still lapping at you, while James got off inside of you, his thrust loosing force and rhythm.

Just as you were coming down from your high, you felt another cock probing at your entrance.

“What…”

“Hush, love, I think you got one more in you, don’t you?”

You weren’t able to respond, your long-haired boyfriend immediately started rutting into you, his hips hitting the back of your thighs at a punishing rhythm.

“You’re so hot, fuck” The sounded that came out of you were pornographic, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, you could already tell that this orgasm was going to shake you thoroughly.

All you could manage to do, to say, was chant your boyfriends’ name like a prayer.

“Come on now, dove, give us another” Remus leaned down to kiss you, his tongue caressing yours, you couldn’t help but moan in his open mouth.

You obliged, drenching Sirius’s cock as your brain completely shut down. You could feel your boyfriend coming inside of you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself down to Earth.

You found yourself in a hot tub, James massaging your shoulders behind you while Remus stood kneeling outside of it, rubbing your feet.

“How do you feel? Good?”

You hummed, looking up at your long-haired boyfriend, your hand reaching up caress his face.

“Really, love? Me and Remus are both cuddling you, and it’s him you reward?” James’s tone had no bite in it, still you reached your other hand behind his head, scratching his scalp.

“Hey, it’s me who ate her out, it’s only fair, really” He winked at you.

There was a bit of silence, then you felt Remus hands wondering up your thighs.

“What-“

He smiled at you. “I think I can get another one out of you, just relax against Jamie and let me do the work”

You moaned lightly, nuzzling against your boyfriend’s toned chest, wondering what you’ve done to deserve them.

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I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

kiss me, i'm contagious

ino x reader

2.3k words

shower sex, implied age gap (younger man/older woman), strangers, mostly submissive ino, cum eating, nanami shows up for two seconds

tw for some talk of suicidal thoughts/self harm, only at the beginning and can be skimmed it just gives slight context

always tip your curse exorcist. especially if he's cute.

when the whole ordeal was over, the man in the suit (with a face so handsome and a voice so deep that you were squeezing your legs together all over again) explained to you that there had been some sort of entity in your apartment that was invisible to 'people like you,' as he had bluntly put it. though you could never fully wrap your head around it, you were forced out of questioning it simply by how much sense it made, for something so nonsensical.

"you've probably been feeling under the weather in some way lately," he had said, folding his hands in front of him on the table. "it can manifest in any number of ways, really. migraines, sore throat, muscular aches, overwhelming sadness or anger. any abnormal feelings or sensations that only seem to manifest at home-- when you're in proximity to the curse, that is." chewing a nail, you racked your brain for any occurrences that lined up with what he described.

"how about suicidal thoughts?" you had been embarrassed to ask, but he was unperturbed.

"sure, it wouldn't surprise me. we don't hear about that as often, though." uncommon or not, you at least had an explanation for how tantalizing your bedroom window had been for weeks, maybe longer. even earlier that day you had been delusionally unfastening the window locks, your hands trembling at the thought of your own body splattered on the pavement below. the only thing that tore you away from the temptation of self-destruction was a sudden urge to shower.

you weren't even sure if you had always liked your showers so hot; your skin felt seared by every drop, but everything in your body screamed at you to leave the knob where it was, so far to the left that you were afraid it would get stuck. besides the temperature, you were frightfully lightheaded, choking on each steamy breath. you thought to yourself that you were going to have to lay down when you got out of the shower. when you got out? when were you getting out? it was hard to say how long you had even been in there. you were half-soaped, desperately trying to calculate how long it had been, when you unmistakably heard a knock at the door.

simply put, you had no idea who could be coming over unannounced. no family nearby, no available friends, no late rent or anticipated maintenance men; even your neighbors, cold as they were, would send you a message before resorting to the pounding on the door you were helplessly listening to. the thought of leaving the scalding shower was still nowhere near the front of your mind.

"um, ma'am?" the person at the door shouted, pausing his pounding knocks for a moment. "i hope this isn't a bad time, i really need to help you with something, it might be urgent." was this some new kind of scam? surely not, from someone with such a young-sounding voice, right? in any case, you still made no move to leave, frozen in place. "ma'am, if you're home, it would really be nice if you opened the door. it's really hard to explain right now, but i'm here to help you." over the unrelenting sound of water, you made out a sigh. "i can pay to fix it if i have to kick the door in, but i really don't want to." kick the door in? alarm bells should have been ringing like crazy in your head. instead, of course, you stayed where you were, waiting for him to do exactly that.

it was a much quieter sound than you expected. he must have done it dozens of times for it to sound so controlled. you idly wondered if there were a way to make the water even hotter.

"oh, shit, are you in the shower?" he called, voice punctuated by heavy footsteps. "oh man, i'm so sorry. i hope i didn't scare you." his embarrassment was palpable. "um, how do i even explain this.. there's.. something in your apartment that i'm here to get rid of. you probably haven't seen or heard anything, but that's.." he groaned, cutting himself off. "i hate it when nanami makes me explain this shit. he does it so much better than i do. um, listen, we'll explain everything to you when i'm done, okay? i just need to find this thing and get rid of it." his endearing confusion had slightly pulled you out of your trance. you heard the hushed shuffles of your floor-length curtains and couch cushions being shoved around. despite his promise of explaining later, you couldn't help dimly wondering what exactly he was looking for.

you distractedly scrubbed at yourself again, something in your chest pricking as his footsteps thudded closer to the bathroom. "ah, shit," he murmured, something (his head?) thunking defeatedly against the door. "um, hey, ma'am," he started, more embarrassment creeping into his voice. "i think the thing i'm looking for is in the room with you." you almost scoffed. you of all people should know that you were the only thing in there. "i know this doesn't make sense, and i'm really sorry, but i'm feeling an insane amount of cursed energy in there. unless there's something about you that they didn't tell us, that thing has got to be in there. i can feel it through the door, it's making me sick." if you weren't inhaling copious amounts of condensation, you would've been beyond confused; the most your mind could muster was dazed curiosity.

"you're absolutely sure there's something in here?" you asked, reaching out to grasp the shower nozzle. your sense of danger was far too weak to think twice about letting him come in. "the door is unlocked." he gave some sort of relieved hum. you heard the jingle of the knob as it slowly turned. he hesitated a moment before pushing the door open.

"you have a second to grab a towel or something, you know," he rasped, apparently realizing at the same time as you that you were covered only by the wet fog on the shower's glass door. you finally turned the water off, taking a deep breath of the cooling air.

"it's okay, i didn't bring a towel in," you mumbled, peering through the condensation to make out his figure. from what you could tell, he was <em>cute</em>; paired with what you could parse of his personality, you didn't terribly mind the thought of him seeing you naked, stranger or not. "how long is.. whatever you're going to do supposed to take?"

he had stepped fully into the small bathroom, his shoes squeaking on the damp tile. "just a minute or two, it's smaller than i expected. it's sitting in your sink, by the way." squinting, you tried to make out even a hint of what he was referring to. your efforts were unsurprisingly fruitless. you averted your eyes awkwardly for a moment to let him do his bizarre job, looking back at him as he let out a sigh of relief. "alright, it's taken care of. if it was having an effect on you, it should be wearing off pretty quickly." he turned in your direction, his eyes dancing over your form through the fading fog not very discretely. something about his audacity was turning you on.

"um, do i have to pay you for that?" you asked sheepishly, sliding open the door just a crack to get a clearer look at him. you could still feel a flush on your face from the heat of the water, and the way he was looking at you was only adding to it.

"oh, uh, no, it doesn't really work like that.. i guess i can accept a tip, though, if you insist." you were holding the door with one hand, peering out at him, your bare chest pressing shamelessly against the glass. he could hardly even pretend to tear his eyes away. "what kind of payment did you have in mind, exactly..?" he asked, voice trembling.

he was right about you feeling better quickly; not only were you free from thoughts of melting off your skin or holding your own head under the faucet, you were feeling unusually confident. "you've been looking at me," you said, studying his expression. "i've got a few ideas you might like." he audibly swallowed.

"y-you don't have to do something like that, seriously," he stuttered, the red on his face spreading like a plague. "you're probably still being influenced by the curse, anyways, it'd be like taking advantage of a drunk girl, i can't do that to you, ma'am," he rambled, keeping himself upright with a hand on the slick bathroom counter as he watched you shove the shower door further aside, fully revealing yourself to his insatiable eyes.

"oh, but i insist," you teased, overflowing with your newfound boldness. "don't you wanna join me in here?" you tilted your head at him, pleading with big fuck-me eyes. after a pitiful sigh he relented, nodding enthusiastically. "don't worry about the shoes," you assured him, extending a hand to help him in. he was panting immediately, clearly not from the dissipating heat.

you guided his hand to rest on your hip, still hot and wet from your unnecessarily long (yet unfinished) showering endeavors. the feeling of skin seemed to snap him out of his bashfulness, his hand traveling almost of its own will to grip your ass desperately. "fuck," he whined as you planted a hand on his abdomen, letting it slip under his waistband playfully. "i gotta warn you, ma'am, my, um-- nanami might come looking for me if i don't give him an update soon--" you cut him off by hastily tugging his pants down, pressing your back against the dripping tile behind you. one leg wrapped around his narrow waist, pulling him in, his cock prodding your stomach.

"that's fine," you purred, shifting him around with your leg to guide him into your entrance. "we can fit one more in here." he groaned, sinking into you, resting his head on your shoulder as he let you adjust. maybe he hadn't caught what you said, but he was throbbing inside you nonetheless. "you better hurry if you don't want mr. nanami to join us," you cooed, nipping his ear. the threat seemed to go straight to his hips, hurriedly fucking into you like it was his goal all along. he let out a ragged breath as you clenched around him. he had no intention of disclosing it to you, but based on his performance, it must have been his first time; erratic thrusts, constant whimpering, excessive sensitivity. it was a surprise to both of you that he lasted more than a few strokes. you had hardly processed the fact that he had pulled out of you until you felt the hot spurts on your stomach, his dick still half-hard and pulsating on your hip. he struggled to catch his breath before speaking.

"sorry," he rasped, supporting himself with a hand beside your head. "didn't know if i was allowed to.. you know." he flashed a sheepish smile, flicking the sweaty hair from his eyes. the sweetly innocent look on his face made something cruel flash through your mind. he had finished so quickly that you were certain he could make time for your ridiculous demand. you put on a pout, looking at him like a disappointed mother.

"after i just showered," you chastised, shaking your head. "do you think you could clean me up?" nevermind the fact that you hadn't really finished showering in the first place-- that was none of his business. nevermind how easy it would be to grab a washcloth or turn the water back on again. if it didn't occur to him, then it didn't need to occur to you. you planted a hand on his shoulder, just firm enough to push him down to his knees before you. "you don't mind, do you?" you were playing with this poor boy. the way the blood rushed straight back to his dick erased your guilt pretty quickly. when he raised a hand to wipe the mess away, you wagged a disapproving finger. fortunately for you, he understood without explanation. his cheeks once again flushed, he tentatively licked at one spot of cum. the light feeling of his tongue on your skin made your muscles tense, a small noise escaping you. he made a face, displeased at the taste or the texture, pausing before lapping up more. he grew bolder fast, sucking hickeys into spots he had just licked clean, pulling more soft noises out of you. you didn't ignore the way his hand found his dick, jerking himself off feverishly as he tongued his own cum off of your skin. he delivered sweet mewls into your abdomen, sucking air in through clenched teeth as he unloaded again onto the dewy floor, finally spent. as if on cue, his phone, at some point abandoned beside the sink, started to ring, the awful ringtone bouncing off of the cavernous walls.

"oh, fuck, that's nanami," he sighed, rising on unsteady legs and adjusting his half-damp pants. "he'll be by to explain things to you at some point anyways, i guess i should have mentioned that." you watched as he hoisted himself out of the shower, looking himself over in the un-fogged mirror. "i, um.. thank you," was all he could say, looking down shyly as he darted out the door. 

it occurred to you at some point in your conversation with the man in the suit that he was, undeniably, the nanami that the boy had mentioned. the nanami you had hypothetically invited to join you in your unglamorous shower sex. you awkwardly cleared your throat, directing your attention back to whatever the hell he had been saying. maybe you should get yourself involved with curses more often.

the reason Adam and lute are always together is because lute is literally the only one who can stand him