I Saw This On My Feed And How About Sextherapist!sylus And Virgin!reader That Struggles With Making Themselves

He was so pookie for this

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panel redraw (JJK CH 259)

a girlfriend is just a weighted blanket that bites you

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‘WHATCHU NEED ?

ft. sinister! mark, mark grayson, mohawk! mark

- what are their favorite kinks?

warnings: 18+, nsfw, afab! reader, hand job, praise kink, toxicity, dacryphillia, crying, humiliation, degradation, misogyny if u squint, usage of bitch, slut, whore, etc. spitting. i can’t think of anything else but lmk if i missed anything.

an: minors dni the basic’s. you can very clearly tell who my fav is. i’ll prolly make a p2 with the rest of the variants if this is well loved

SINISTER ! MARK: DACRYPHILLIA

Mark fucks like he fights; brutal, relentless, without apology. There’s no hesitation in him, no softness when he’s like this. Just raw force and the thrill of taking, of claiming. He watches you beneath him, shaking, gasping, breaking apart with every thrust. And he loves it. Loves the way your body trembles trying to keep up. The way your voice cracks on every moan, every whimper. The tears slipping from your lashes like they belong to him. He drinks in the sight, your wrecked face, your parted lips, your eyes wide and dazed, sparkling with the last flickers of resistance he’s hell-bent on snuffing out. It makes something in him throb, deep, satisfied. Not just because he’s fucking you hard enough to leave bruises, but because you’re taking it. Letting him use you, ruin you, wreck you in the image of his own hunger. And that? That’s what gets him off. You’re a mess beneath him, slick, stretched, sobbing. And he thinks you’re beautiful like this. Shattered and helpless. His. Every thrust is a statement. Every groan he pulls from you is a victory. He’s not gentle, he never learned how to be—but his hands still cradle your face when he drives into you like he’s trying to fuck the stars from your soul. There’s something almost reverent in the way he watches you come undone. You fall apart for him, and he watches like a man starved. Every sound, every twitch, every tear feeds something deep in him. He makes you cry, and he smiles. Not out of cruelty, but because in those tears, in that surrender, he sees something honest. Something real. He’d ruin you a thousand times just to see you crawl back into his arms, tears drying on your cheeks, whispering his name like it still means something.

MARK GRAYSON: PRAISE

All the blood, the broken ribs, the ringing in his ears after every fight, Mark takes it. He always takes it. The weight of the world shoved onto his spine like it’s his birthright. Cities crumble and rebuild around him, and he just keeps moving. Keeps saving. Keeps bleeding. And Cecil? Cecil never stops. Always calling, always reminding him of the bigger picture while ignoring the boy who’s still barely holding himself together inside the man. He’s tired. Not just in his body, but in that deep, heavy way that presses on the soul. But then there’s you. You don’t beg him to save the world. Don’t want anything but him, raw, bruised, and starving for something soft. With you, he’s just Mark. Not a hero, not Nolan’s shadow, just a man who’s been torn apart and is desperate to feel whole. Your hands on him—slow, soft and possessive—piece him back together, stroke by stroke. Your voice, low and sultry, “You’re so fucking good for me, baby,” and those words hit harder than any punch he’s ever taken. Your fingers curl around his cock, thick and throbbing, already slick with pre-cum that betrays how much he needs this. You stroke him with a tenderness he’s not used to, but it’s deliberate, filthy in its care—like you’re not just jerking him off but claiming every fractured part of him. Your lips graze his jaw, his throat, and he’s lost in it—the heat of your breath, the scent of your skin, the way you consume him. His balls are heavy, drawn tight, aching with a desperation he’d never show in the daylight. He’s trembling, not just from lust but from how you see him. Not as a weapon. Not as a savior. Just as Mark—aching, loving, breaking. You don’t rush him. You unravel him slow, your hand gliding over his length, slick and relentless, while you whisper filthy praise in his ear. “Look at you, so hard for me, so needy.” The world takes and takes, but you give—your hands, your mouth, your words wrapping around him like a lifeline. He clings to you, hips bucking, moans spilling from his throat, raw and unfiltered. When you drag your tongue along the sensitive spot just below his ear, he’s fucking done for. His cock pulses in your grip, leaking more, and you hum in approval, like you’re savoring every second of his surrender. When he comes—spilling hot and messy over your hand, hips jerking, eyes screwed shut—it’s not just release. It’s a surrender to the safety you offer, to the way you hold him together when the world tears him apart. He gasps your name, voice wrecked, and for once, he feels like he’s enough.

MOHAWK ! MARK: DEGRADATION

He calls you his nasty slut like it’s a prayer and a curse in one breath. Voice low, ragged, reverent. The way your cunt grips him, tight and greedy, sends his brain sputtering; thoughts wiped clean, all instinct, all need. You make him dumb, and he loves it. He spits on your lips, your chest, between your thighs, inside you—wherever he can leave a mark. He wants it messy. Filthy, even. The kind of dirty that sticks to skin and lingers in the air. He’s obsessed with the way your face contorts when his calloused hand cracks across your cheek, or lower, where your thighs are slick and trembling, soaked to the bone with your own dripping need. The wet slap, the sharp sting, the way you choke out a whimper—it sets his blood on fire, his cock pulsing, leaking precum. He fucks you like he’s trying to break you, merciless, pounding your legs up so high they’re pinned to your shoulders, splitting you open to plunge into your womb. He wants to carve himself into you, to fuck so deep you feel him in your cervix, until there’s no line between his flesh and yours. Every broken moan you spill gets you a new name, “Needy bitch” growled through gritted teeth, his voice raw with hunger. And fuck, he loves it ‘n the way it makes your eyes roll back. Your cunt’s a sopping mess, gushing around his cock, drenching him in thick, slippery heat that drips down his balls. He loves the obscene squelch, the way your pussy clutches him like it’s starving, milking him for every drop. You take him so fucking well, every brutal thrust, every inch rammed home, like you were made for his cock alone. He’s addicted to the way you unravel, to the slick, messy proof of your surrender, to the way you let him ruin you.

ミ DAY FIVE — HALLOWEEN COSTUME F♡CKIN’ II

ft. smiley, angry, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, cursing, cockwarming, m!oral, exhibtionsim, creampie, car sex, sacrilegious undertones (for ran) f!masturbation, fingering, squirting, knife play (it’s plastic) dom! w/ sub reader

an. this is day five, i hope you enjoy <3

✰ kinktober masterlist

ミ SMILEY — as: pirates

“i wanna see the booty” smiley whispers in your ear, hand roaming across your ass cheeks, his teeth tugging at your lobe. “that’s literally the oldest joke ever” you say dryly, looking at your boyfriend before flicking his nose.

“i would love nothing more right now than to bend you over a table in front of everybody and fuck you till you can’t walk straight” smiley’s breath lays on your ear, hands caressing your ass before pulling away and grinning “is that better princess?”

“n-no, it’s not— why are you so horny?” you ask, looking over your boyfriend's mischievous grin, fingers toying with your bottoms “m’hard too” he adds, guiding your hand over his clothed bulge.

“what’re you going to do? we can’t fuck here” you watch smiley walk to a less crowded area, a small couch sitting in the corner, he taps on his lap once he’s sat down “sit on my lap—wanna show my treasure off.”

smiley is swift as soon as you sit on his lap, pulling his cock out, tearing and swiping your panties to the side “now sit on it” he growls under his breath, pirate hat tipping over his eyes.

smiley hovers you on his cock, slowly sinking you down till his length grazes against your gummy walls. he locks his arms around you, holding your back against his chest, breath hitched in his throat when you gush around him, wandering eyes not knowing you’re silently being fucked by him.

“gonna stay like this” he groans, thrusting in you and snickering when you let a moan out, licking a wet stripe across your cheek, he slowly rocks his hips, letting his cock move at an agonizing pace.

“everybody sees you, knows just how good you look but they don’t know i’m the one fucking you right now” angry takes a breath, pumping his cock in your wet hole “but they will when you’re leaking my cum.”

ミ ANGRY — as: scarecrow

“can we leave yet?” angry whines, tugging on the straw stuck to his cheek, he played a pout on his lips—grabbing your checkered dress “i—” before he can finish the sentence, your friends walk up pulling you from his attention.

angry crosses his arm, the denim stretching across his forearms, he watches as you talk and laugh in front of him, his pout growing when you start laughing—he thinks for a moment, pondering his thoughts.

“baby” angry wraps his arms around you, “want you” he whimpers in your ear “want you all to myself, nobody bother us” he holds you closer, rubbing his face in your hair “don’t want to be bothered, want you so bad.”

“souya, why are you acting like this?” you look back at him, his eyes settling on your face “because you’re mine” he says simply, holding you closer.

“go to the car, now” you push him towards the door, his small laugh falling on your ear as you both reach his car, door snapping open and closing shut—lips connecting as soon as your face melts with one another.

“fuck, can i put it in already? want you so bad” angry, pushes your legs wider, caging you in the smaller car “souya come here” you grab him by his overalls crashing your lips with his, snapping the bottoms free and palming at his clothed bulge till it springs out, guiding him to your hole.

angry’s eyes shut tight at the stretch, fingers needily grabbing at your face for something to hold onto, gasping at the warmth “oh fuck” he groans, sinking in deep till his balls slap against you “needed it so bad, needed you” angry hiccups when you pull him closer “gonna cum so hard in you” angry pumps harder, the sounds of your hay decorations falling from your outfit.

“stuff you full of my cum princess” he grits, feeling his cock throb against your walls, fingers twitching on your face “fill you up so good baby.”

your legs wrapping around angry to pull him closer you know he’s about to bust, holding out until you cum first— “make me cum souya” you whimper and his eyes glow dark, pounding in your hole faster until white finally spots your vision—legs shaking against his body.

angry let’s go, filling your hole up and painting it white, catching his breath he looks at you “your straw has fallen out, let me stuff you with something else.”

ミ RAN — as: priest & nun

“did you really have to bring the bible with you?” you ask, looking up to ran flipping through the pages. he shifts in his seat beside you, hand snaking around to your fishnets, the warmth cascades on your thigh, “of course, it's part of my outfit after all.”

“you’re insufferable” you roll your eyes, ran closes the book at the remark lingering his hand closer to between your legs “we should pray now my sweet nun, come with me.” he drags you from your seat, yanking you along the booming walls of the party and into a less crowded room, he drags his eyes across the people standing near and they scatter.

“get on your knees” he demands, grinning at your confused look ran motions his hands down his body until reaching the zipper of his pants, quickly pulling his cock free—you shoot him a displeased look but eagerness runs through your legs “its easier to pray this way” he smiles, gently pushing your shoulders down till your knees hit the carpet.

“you could've just asked me to suck your dick” you grab hold of his cock, dropping a string of spit to the angry cockhead and spreading it. “i’m shocked to hear such foul words coming from a woman of god” ran clenches his jaw watching you pump his cock slowly, a smirk sewed on your face, “forgive me father, for i have sinned.”

“for all will be forgiven once my seed is down your throat” he groans, watching your pretty lips struggle to take his cock in your mouth, lips spreading wide, jaw stretching when finally; his dick rubs against the deepest parts of your throat.

“your mouth feels so good wrapped around my dick, pretty girl” ran coos, running his fingers down your black headpiece, smiling at the sight below him—it was just like walking into the golden gates. you hum in response, noise vibrating through his stiff cock, twitching and pulsating in your warm mouth.

“touch yourself, wanna see how good my cock makes you feel” ran flashes his eyes, noticing you’re a good woman of christian faith, knowing what the father tells you; you do as you say—fingers guiding down under your tights and into your wet cunt.

“what a fucking sight” ran exhales, taking his hand to the back of your head, guiding you faster on his length whilst the other grips harder on the bible in his hand.

yes, he still held the bible in his hand, mouth agape watching the saliva drip down your chin, his balls slapping against your face when he rams your pretty mouth harder on his cock, jaw aching at the pace.

“gonna cum—fuck, gonna fucking cum” ran closes his eyes, lip stuck in his teeth when he feels his cock twitching in your mouth, his hot seed runs down your throat when he finally releases.

your fingers messily try to catch up to him, circling faster as ran adjust his dick back in his pants, bending down to your level “you gonna cum huh? needy little nun gonna cum for me?” ran watches your fingers rub faster, your head throwing back as the orgasm rushes through your body, white sprouting through your vision.

ran smiles sweetly, a finger running across your chin up to him “amen.”

ミ RINDOU — as: devil & angel

“my most precious angel?” rindou asks, leaning over your shoulder, his horns tipping with him “who’s this?” he eyes over the person sitting across from you on the couch “why are they talking to my angel?”

“rindou—” you rub your temple, he snickers watching the person obviously trying to flirt with you stand up and walk away “everyone is scared to even talk to me when you act like this” you watch your boyfriend jump over the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“you’re so innocent in this outfit, makes me more protective” he glosses his eyes down your white dress, stopping at your bare thighs “but also—” he leans close to your ear, lips curling into a smile “makes me wanna see how angelic you really are” he pushes his fingers over your thighs, digits finding the warmth between your legs “are you still so pure and sweet when i make you cum on my fingers?”

“not here, please” you beg, cunt throbbing when rindou grazes the digits across your bare cunt “shh, not so loud— god might hear us” he flashes his eyes up towards god and everybody, sneaking a finger through your underwear “and we wouldn’t want that.”

your eyes close shut, laying your head on rindou feeling him sink a finger in “you’re so tight” he groans, glancing up at the lingering bodies turning their heads when rindou bores his eyes at them “want you to cum on my fingers” he coos, adding another finger and starting a steady pace “make a mess, angel” he smiles watching you gasp at the taunting name.

rindou attaches his lips to your neck, huffing hot breaths on the skin, low grunts drifting in your ear “you’re close, tight pussy about to cum, yeah?” your nails claw at his arms, slow pumps inside your cunt with the curl of his digits and you can see the pearly gates—opening as your orgasm hits hard, creaming around his fingers.

rindou pulls out of your weeping cunt, pulling the digits to his lips, popping them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around “you taste so sweet, so pure and so innocent.”

ミ SANZU — as: doctor & nurse

“haruchiyo stop, i can’t finish my makeup if you keep bothering me” you swat sanzu hands away, putting the last touches on your face “i can’t let you go the party looking like this” he brushes your hair back “without showing everyone you’re mine first” sanzu sucks on your neck, eyes flickering to the mirror.

“we’re going to be late” you moan, reaching for his hair and bringing him closer to the skin “but nurse, i have a problem” his nimble fingers run down your dress, squeezing at the flesh “it hurts so bad” sanzu rubs his clothed bulge against your ass.

he raises the plastic scalpel to your neck, scarred lips curling into a devilish smile “make me feel better” he coos, turning your body to face him—his eyes glimmer holding the plastic metal to your throat, fingers hiking your dress to your hips.

he pulls the fishnets down, panties rolled to your thighs and his fingers graze across your slick cunt “you’re this wet already? and just for me princess?” sanzu groans, running a finger down your slit “i promise as your doctor, i’ll be so gentle.”

you pull him closer between your legs, watching sanzu pull his heavy cock out from his lab coat, slapping it against your cunt and dropping his shoulders against you he sinks in wrapping your legs around his waist—he bottoms out in you “oh fuck, so tight.”

he lays a hand beside your head, lips brushing against your own, the small sounds of his grunts match rhythm with his strokes “the procedure is going well, nurse” he smiles, looking down to watch his cock disappear in your wet cunt.

“c-close, m’close” you moan out, fingers running down to circle your clit, sanzu shoots his eyes back watching you roll yours in the back of your head, lip tucked between your teeth “yeah? let go princess, cum on my fuckin’ cock” he rolls his hips, fucking you harder into the mirror until white clouds your vision, throwing his head back sanzu drills harder till his seed coats your walls.

you start to hop down from the sink, legs trembling when you try to get down but sanzu holds you in place, hands palming at your tits “nurse i need more assistance, i don’t think i’ll live without your pretty pussy wrapped around my cock again.”

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headcap!invincible and how he loves to make you cry.

choking you too hard when he's throwing your backout from how hard he fucks you? yes please. You, crying and begging for absolute mercy and for god to save you when he makes you cum too many times, and you're so overstimulated it actually hurts than feels good. 𝘏𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝝪𝗘𝗦. Manhandling you way too hard to the point you think your bones will break because he's got your wrists in both of his hands, and he's using them as leverage to fuck himself deeper into your cunt from behind? thats his SHIT.

All the while while you cry like a stupid bitch, he smiles that creepy fucking smile that pulls too hard at his lips and his eyes are glazed over and lifeless behind his goggles while he watches your body bounce against his thrusts. You don't even know if he's even feeling good, he doesn't moan or grunt. He's way too quiet, he just prefers to watch how your body contorts illogically sharp from his demanding hands.

You only know he's even getting his rocks off, and loving this shit when one corner of his mouth twitches and air hisses out from between flashing teeth. He fills you to the brim, before grabbing you by the roots of your hair and slamming you in a new position to fuck you all over again just so he can see how hard you can cry for him now.

I ain't playing "hear me out" game, Imma need yall to sit down and listen

ᯓ★ TIED UP! — TOJI + SUKUNA

thinking about tying up big and beefy men like toji or sukuna, pretty rope wrapped tightly around their bodies. His muscles are straining against the rope, marking his skin and he’s getting so frustrated just watching you get undressed in front of him, teasing him. He’s growling and cursing under his breath, feeling so uncomfortable when his dick jumps and pre cum oozes from his swollen tip because he can’t touch himself or you.

He’s shaking in anticipation, a dark, lustful look in his eyes when you start riding him. Your hips are bouncing up and down, walls squeezing around him so deliciously and he can’t help but fight against what’s holding him in place. “You’re so fucked once I get out of these,” he growls, balling his fists up and trying to pull away only to fail. When you know he’s close to his orgasm, you slow down your movements and earn a devilish look from him. He can’t wait to get his hands on you, fold you in half and fuck you until you’re crying.

And god does he lose his mind when you laugh in his face, giggling and mocking him. He knows you’re only being so bold because he can’t get a hold of you. He’d like to see your brave little act once he has your face pushed into the bed and your ass high in the air. But no, that thought never crosses your mind. You’re too busy teasing the head of his cock, just fucking the tip. You know exactly what to do to drive him crazy.

And that mean, dominating behavior drops so suddenly when he’s cumming in your pussy, and you’re kissing down his neck. He hates not being in control but his dick is saying otherwise. You’re smirking against his sweaty skin, still clamping down on him, your walls gliding up and down his shaft. “F-fuck!” He groans, gritting his teeth. He’s so sensitive, so overwhelmed with pleasure, he’s tipping back and forth between melting into your touch and wanting to ruin you because how dare you try and make him submit to you?

His chest heaves up and down, panting heavily, the whites of his knuckles showing when he clenches his fists yet again because he’s so close to cumming again, filling up your pussy just to feel it leak down his heavy balls. “Keep fucking—nngh—laughing. I dare ya,” he huffs, sucking in a breath through his teeth. He can’t wait to see the look on your face when he’s loose, because little do you know…one of the knots untied.

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