Hi It’s Me Again And Thank You For Writing About Kiri From Bitter Work!! You’re The Best :)

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Eijirou Kirishima

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Bitter Work: Spin-Off

Non-Yandere

None Yet.

Headcanons

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Izuku Midoriya

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

Debt

Longing

NSFW

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

None Yet.

Headcanons

None Yet.

Katsuki Bakugou

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Bitter Work

Non-Yandere

The Outbreak: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

I read your 1980s council thing and i really liked it! are you um gonna do more in the future??

I intend to do a second part eventually, don’t know how long it’ll take 😅

Creep.

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Yandere! Satoru Gojo x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Implied yandere themes at the end, implied non-con threat, light physical abuse.

Summary: After leaving work early in the morning with an empty stomach, you stop at a gas station for a quick meal but instead get more than you bargained for.

W/C: 1.3k+

You continue to walk through the dark empty streets of the night with a pain in your stomach, reminding you of how your lunch had gone bad, leaving you unable to eat. You could’ve walked to the nearest place where you could buy the closest thing to food, but it would’ve taken over half of your lunch break just to get to the food, not to mention having to wait for it, it would’ve been too late by then and unfortunately, your boss was in a bad mood already- well, they always were.

Putting your faith in the large meal you had before work to pull you through the rest of the day proved to be a wrong choice. You quicken your pace to reach sooner the gas station you’ve come across many times, already feeling relieved as soon as it comes into sight in the distance. After what feels like an eternity, you finally reach the doors, pushing one open for you to pass. “Good morning.” You nonchalantly greet the cashier who gawks at you as soon as your back is to them.

You easily find your way to the ‘quick meals’ section, pick something out and ready it for the microwave. While your food spins in the small space, you take your time to wander through the isles on the left, quickly regretting it due to your growing hunger urging you to buy everything that catches your eye. As you take your last turn, you realize you're alone with the cashier, nothing really coming to your mind until you walk back to the microwave, noticing the disgusting stare they give you.

You stand in a proper position to keep them in your peripherals while staring at the numbers, wishing they would go by faster. Your pleads fall on deaf ears, noticing that even worst, the cashier leaves their spot and approaches you. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?” Their voice asks. “Nothing.” Your tone gives a clear sign of being uninterested, hoping that they’ll get the hint and leave.

You manage to block out the noise of their voice, feeling worry clouding your mind when you notice how close they’re standing to you. You visibly take a step further from them, once again hoping that they’ll leave you, but they seem to have no problem carrying the one-sided conversation while following your migrating form. Their hand falls on your shoulder for you to push it off only for it to find its way to your lower back instead, now having to shove it away.

“Do not touch me.” You look up at the larger figure. “Oh come on, clearly, I’m-” Their threat gets interrupted with the door opening behind the two of you. You look at the taller man and take notice of his dark purple clothes, nearly black with pure white hair and even more noticeable, the black blindfold covering his eyes. Despite his eyes being covered, he seems to have no problem walking through the isles and grabbing a few things in his free hand, the other one holding a duffle bag.

“Listen,” The cashier continues the conversation in a hushed voice as soon as the other man is out of sight, squeezing your shoulder painfully. “I’m clearly the bigger one here, so play nice and stick around until this asshole leaves.” They release your shoulder as the microwave dings. You lower your head and glance behind you, seeing a peek of the white hair over the isles. You sprint as quick as you can to the other man with the cashier after you, slowing your rushed pace once you take a turn with the tall man in your sight.

“Oh my god! It’s been so long I wasn’t sure it was you! How have you been?” You try your best to sound convincing and pick up a conversation with the stranger who moves to stand straight to face you, his glance to the cashier behind you being blocked by his blindfold. “… Now I remember you!” He plasters a more than convincing smile on his face as opposed to the neutral expression he had.

“It’s been so long! No wonder you looked familiar!” He gushes with an upbeat attitude while you thank the stars for the man following the lead. “What are you doing here?” You ask with a smile. “Just a quick stop before I head home, I had a long work trip.” He responds while the cashier leaves with an angry expression. “You want me to walk you home?” He gives you a warm smile while you briefly eye his bag, wondering if he really was on a work trip.

“Yeah.” You answer, your facade falling for a split second, still not feeling comfortable with the man but he seemed like a better option, at least on the surface. “How have you been? What are you doing here so early in the morning?” He continues to the conversation, waving a hand over as he passes you, signaling you to follow behind him. “My lunch went bad at work, I didn’t think I’d make it home.” You explain, eyeing his odd form.

You acknowledge his height even more when he’s forced to crouch down to pick up something on the lower shelves. “Oh man, that must’ve sucked.” He tries to console while you eye the way he spreads his legs unnecessarily far apart, making you wonder if it’s a habit. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” You say, taking a few seconds to come up with something else to continue to conversation. “So, why were you on a work trip?” You ask as he stands.

“Oh, you know how the higher ups get on me, it seems I can’t catch a break.” He walks you to the microwave. “I’m just glad I’m seeing my kids again.” He adds after pointing at the microwave, reminding you of your food. “You have kids?” You ask as you take your food out. “I might as well, they’re my students.” He walks with you to the register. You continue to question his answers in your head, gathering that he’s some sort of teacher, now wondering what kind of a teacher goes to work trips?

Maybe he was actually finding it hard to keep up with a facade. “I’ve got three of them, they’ve really been improving.” He sets his items on the counter. “What about you? You got any kids?” He asks. “No, I’m too busy with work anyway.” You see him pay for his items. “When was the last time you took a break?” He comments while you pay for your food. “It’s been a while.” You admit, following him to the exit and giving him a small ‘thank you’ when he opens the door for you, exiting behind you.

“… So, do you mind me asking what you were doing out at two in the morning?” He continues, trying to comfort you with a smile. “… My food went bad at work.” You repeat. “You weren’t lying then, well, neither was I, I just got back from a work trip.” He says, giving you a feeling that he appreciates your honesty. “A work trip as a teacher?” You question after taking a large bite from your food.

“Yeah, it’s a little weird. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to come back, one of my students might as well be my actual kid, I wanted to see him again.” He explains, easing a little your worry. “Now, are you sure you want me to walk you home, or do you want to take it from here?” He asks. “It’s okay, I can take it from here, I don’t want to keep you from your kid. Thank you so much.” You thank. “Are you sure? My kid’s safe at home, but you’re quite exposed out here.” He insists.

“If it’s not too much of a bother,” “Not at all! I’d feel better knowing you’re at home and safe as well.” He assures. “Thank you so much.” You bow. “There’s no need for that.” He follows your lead in the direction you’re walking. “Just please consider changing your shift, I’d hate for you to deal with more people like them.” He suggests to which you agree with a smile, unknowingly creating another creep.

Umeji Kizuguchi A-Z NSFW List.

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Umeji Kizuguchi x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, light bondage and dacryphilia, light talk about bullying.

Summary: Request:

umeji nsfw a-z list?? of course you don't have to do it if you don't feel like it, and but if you do, please take your time!! thank you in advance!! <3

W/C: 1.5k+

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

At first, he’s pretty awkward and doesn’t really know what to do, it takes him a few minutes the first time before he realizes he should clean you and afterwards asks awkwardly if you need anything else, and as you have sex more often, he grows more comfortable with attending to you and eventually starts resting a hand on your lower back as he inches closer.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Umeji prefers his arms, he likes to hold you close, to feel your body press against his, he loves feeling the squish of your body on him.

He likes every part of you and has a hard time keeping his hands still, they’re always running all over you; grasping and gripping at what ever he can squeeze; your legs, ass, waist and even arms.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):

He loves how dirty and used you look whether it be with your skin coated in his thick cum or his release leaking from your used hole.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He jerks off when he eats you out/sucks you off and even once came untouched by just giving you head. Umeji feels like you might look down on him if you find out, already feeling embarrassed by how easily he cums just by having his head between your legs.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

Before you, he had no hands-on experience, I’m sure he’s a virgin until he’s with you and before that, he’s only seen porn a few times casually. He’s a bit sloppy with learning at first and takes a while to remember what to do but everything falls in place once he gets more comfortable with following what his body says.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

Umeji LOVES taking you from behind, he loves using his weight to press you down and see you struggle to angle your hips to take him in better, whether you're under him or top doesn’t matter.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

He’s not necessarily goofy but will tease you in an amused manner, egging you on and asking if you’re having a hard time when you’re clearly struggling.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

Umeji’s natural hair color is pink, given that he died his hair blonde; he’s a bit… mismatched, but he doesn’t really pay attention to it and only cares about keeping himself clean. But once he’s with you, he immediately shaves because it’s just weird, but if the conversation ever arises and you express that you don’t find it that important, rather than keeping himself fully shaved, he’ll instead trim regularly and let you see the tufts of pink adorning his member.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

With just the simple fact that’s he’s been a virgin up until you shows that he needs a high level of intimacy to show a private part of him, and despite being a tease from time to time, he also knows when to be soft and take care of you, showing you a caring and gentle side that was more prominent back when he still wasn’t a delinquent.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

As stated before, Umeji jacks off quite often given that he does it almost every time that he gives you head, other wise, he’s just left feeling desperate and helpless with an aching feeling in his lower region.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Light bondage such as simply holding your wrists away from him and some light dacryphilia from your intercourses, there’s just something about the sight of your watery eyes while you take him that gets him going, and, not that he’d ever tell you, but he really want you to be the one to take care of him at some point, to take the lead, sit on his face, overstimulate him, just use him to your heart’s content.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do):

He’s down for any place, the bedroom, at school, restrooms or even empty classrooms, he sometimes finds himself thinking about what the look on any authority’s face would be if they caught him pounding his pretty partner.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

Show him, place your hand high on his thigh or right on his crotch, give him a glimpse of your privates at school or spread your legs obscenely wide in front of him when no one’s looking, he needs you to be upfront of what you want and he’ll give you what you want.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

Don’t degrade or hurt him, Umeji’s been through more than enough with his past bullying and won’t do the same to you either unless it’s small spankings but other than that, it would be a complete mood killer if you ask him to call you names or hit you such as a slap.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

He loves when you wrap your lips around his erection but he loves even more when he’s the one on his knees for you and taking care of himself in the process as he gives you all the attention he can.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):

He can go both rough or slow and loving paces but most of the time settles for a pace that’ll have you letting out the loudest noises and begging him for more, though if he goes slow enough, he can also have you begging for more.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

He loves quickies, a quickie right before class is his favorite, being late for some other reason than just to defy his teacher and then feeling smug that just minutes ago he was pounding into you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

Also loves them, he loves taking you in the bathrooms while class is going and trying to get you to let out a noise loud enough for a teacher or student to hear, you’ve actually almost been caught more times than either of you can count on your hands.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

Umeji can go for a pretty average amount of rounds, two or three if he’s really pushing it but can last for long enough to give you the satisfaction that you need and then proceeds to tease you for being tired as if he isn’t close to falling over as well.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

He finds toys offensive (in an amusing manner) in a sense that “Why the hell would you need that? The hell am I here for then?” because you don’t need any of that stuff when you clearly have him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He lives to tease you verbally and wishes he would to the same physically but as much as he hates to admit, he’s actually quite the sucker (literally), and has a hard time denying you of what you want and will easily give in, covering his obvious weakness with a smug look on his face.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

At first, he’s quite shy with his volume and keeps quite but later on upon finding out how much you like hearing him, he’ll audibly grunt with nearly every thrust and will even straight up moan or groan in your ear at the most inappropriate moments just to distract you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

I bet all my nonexistent money that he’d be down to get a tongue piercing and even one on the tip of his dick and try them out on you as soon as possible because you know, it take some time to heal.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

He’s probably average length or barely even above it but he’s well gifted in girth and knows it. He has a pretty pink tip that matches the blush that you get to see in more intimate moment followed by the length that matches the rest of his skin tone with pretty plump balls and said pink tufts that rest along the base which also match his blush.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Once he has sex with you, his sex drive is higher that usual, he just wants to get on his knees for you every day and have you cumming uncontrollably from his incessant hammering afterwards.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Not that fast but not that slow, he more so gets lazy afterwards and doesn’t want to do anything as soon as he’s don’t cleaning you and getting you what ever you need.

Do you think bakugo and kirishimas darling would ever become friends? Like if she ever came out of the room while he was there or if he came into her room?

Kirishima would be delighted that there’d be someone else in the household to get along with his darling safely without them having to leave, and Bakugou wouldn’t care if they do or don’t get along. But simply put, I picture that the both darlings would hold each other’s hand for comfort while their own yandere pounds them 😂

The Outbreak.

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Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Apocalypse AU, non-quirks AU, blood, death, attempted non-con.

Summary: You stand in the middle of school with your boyfriend leaving sick only for a much more serious disease to appear while he's gone.

W/C: 1.5k+

You stand in place listening to the school announcements in silence with the rest of the classes lined perfectly outside and give a small glance to your blonde boyfriend a few feet away from you, noticing something odd in his behavior. He seems to be having trouble standing straight, lightly swaying in circles and hunched over holding his head low, which is unusual for someone with their pride and ego the size of an elephant.

You see him walk over to your teacher and say something before leaving towards the inside of the school building, walking beside you in the process and worrying you even more. You look back forward again and wait for the announcements to finish, standing quietly in place. Suddenly, you hear loud gasps and look over to see that a student fainted, the announcements immediately stopping with the class teacher taking a closer look.

Another set of gasps filling your ears has you turning your head in the direction to see yet another student passed out, another one following suit having the other students panicking. With more students and even teachers falling over, the panic only worsens, the speakers trying to keep everyone calm. A loud piercing scream is heard next with everybody’s heads turning in the direction to see that one of the passed out people woke up and is now biting at the neck of said screaming person.

More screams are heard at the sight of the blood gushing out like a fountain with a teacher trying to pull away the student only to get chunks bitten out herself. “HELP! HELP ME!” Someone shouts, having someone else on top of them as well. You look around and see multiple people running away, some being chased down and eaten alive all while screaming for help, giant puddles of blood starting to form.

Your mind quickly drifts to Bakugou and you look back to the school where most are running to, no doubt soon to be filled with the man-eating creatures, and before you can tell yourself otherwise, you’re running out the school with horrid screeching and screaming noises following behind you. You run as fast as your legs can carry you while trying to block the desperate voices of people screaming for help, guilt eating at your chest and hoping that just maybe Bakugou could make it out.

Barely slowing down, you take in the sight of the large tall building coming in sight and quickly make the decision to hide in the abandoned mental hospital that always seemed awfully close to the school. You rush in and slam the double doors shut, locking them with the surface door bolts at the top and stepping aside to hide behind a thick concrete column, peeking from behind them at the glass of the doors that serve as the only light source.

You watch with shaking hands as people run by in front of the building, trying to outrun the blood-covered shrieking people, some failing and being caught. You flinch back when someone slams into the door and desperately tries to pull the door open, hiding further behind the column and seeing the young man desperately trying to get in. “Let me in! Please let me in! I know you’re in there! I just saw you go in!” He shouts.

You quietly step away and hold your ears in attempt to block out his shouts for help, knowing that if you open the door, he might not be the only one to come in, or maybe not the only sane one. “I’ll break the glass!” Your eyes widen at his words. “You hear me! Let me in or I’ll break the glass!” He repeats and you peek back around the corner before quickly going to the doors and unlocking one of them to let him in, slamming the door back shut and locking it.

You both step back but it’s not long before he grabs the rusted old metal tables and pulls them towards the doors, barricading them with you soon following after, grabbing some chairs and helping him block the entry, leaving you in an almost pitch-black darkness, just barely being able to see. You finally move away from the doors once again and turn around only to freeze stiff, managing to make out the sight of a gun being pointed at you.

“You know how this goes, move.” He directs you by pointing his gun to the wall on your right before aiming back at you. You slowly bring your hands up and carefully move to your right and away from the door, stopping in an open doorway leading to a hall further into the hospital. “Why are you doing this? I helped you.” You quietly say, your voice barely audible through the screams and horrid sounds of the flesh-eating creatures outside.

“You talk like you weren’t just gonna leave me to die.” You hear the smile in his voice, feeling his piercing gaze on you. “… Take your clothes off.” He breaks the small pause. “… What?” You start to panic. “NOW!” His shout makes you flinch. Your shaky hands grab at the blazer of your uniform and slowly take it off, hearing the low pat of it landing on the floor. “Slower.” He whispers in a seductive tone that only makes tears start to fall from your eyes.

You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet and slowly unbutton your dress shirt until it’s falling to the floor with your blazer, leaving your top half only covered by your bra. “Keep going.” He eggs on. A shaky breath escapes you as you grab your skirt and push it off, stepping out of the skirt and shoes in the process. “Good…” He continues to speak in a low voice, letting you hear a barely audible noise coming from behind you.

You turn your head around and stare intently, waiting for a few seconds and managing to see something sprint from one side of the end of the hall to the other. You go to take off and run away from the doorway but stop at the man shouting at you with his gun following you closely. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He sternly asks. “Please, there’s something behind me.” You beg. “You really think I’m gonna fall for that?” You barely even register his words, noticing something slowly approaching from behind him.

Bakugou.

He made it out. And he must’ve gotten in through the side entrance. “Please, just let me move away, I’m begging you.” You keep the older male’s attention on you while Bakugou quietly sneaks in closer. “Keep undressing.” The man urges but you look behind you instead, seeing the silhouette of the creature once again run from one side to the other but now much closer than before, the poor lighting as well as you standing in the way keeping the man from seeing.

You duck away to the side just when the horrid creature crosses the doorway with an ear-piercing shriek, barely dodging it in time for it to instead lunge at the man who kills it with a single bullet with ease. As soon as the monster falls, Bakugou’s quick to act and finally reaches him, grabbing his face from behind and without hesitation, shoving his fingers in his eyes, hearing him instantly scream and drop the gun in pain.

He shoves the man to the floor, grabs the gun and opts for repeatedly smashing the bottom of the grip against his bleeding face, knowing he could need the bullets for later. You squeeze your eyes shut and cover your ears in attempt to drown out the noise of Bakugou smashing his face in, only stopping once his screams of agony have stopped. You slowly uncover your ears and only hear the sound of him panting, deciding to open your eyes and look over at him with tears still running down your cheeks.

As soon as he hears you sniffle, he looks over at you and moves away from the corpse to embrace you in a hug, keeping the gun in his hand. “It’s okay, you’re fine now.” He consoles. “Are you okay?” You sob while his hand rubs at your shoulder before pulling your head away from his neck so he can see you in the poor lighting of the building, remembering how he seemed sick at the school announcements.

“Don’t worry about me, it was just a stomach bug. It isn’t easy to spill your guts out while you hear people screaming, but I’m okay.” He assures, holding your face and staring into your hopeless empty eyes. “My girl… My smart girl, I knew you’d hide here.” He brushes your tears away with a warm smile, trying to cheer you up if only a little.

“I’m so proud of you.” He praises while stroking your cheek, knowing it must’ve been hard for you to make it out of the school only to end up with some idiot trying to take advantage of you. “I promise you, we’re gonna make it.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips and holds you in his arms, hoping that you would make it.

Hii are you still writing?

Sorry but no. I just lack the motivation due to life and then started feeling some right before my eye surgery which left my vision blurry but am currently in the green for screens. Hopefully I'll feel motivated once my vision clears a bit more.

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.

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.

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Budo Masuta x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut.

Summary: Request:

:o I can’t believe I found someone who writes for yandere sim!! Can I request for yandere Budo or nsfw head cannons for Budo?

W/C: 1.3k+

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

Budo is a gentleman, he always treats you the way needed once you’re done, makes sure you’re alright, that he didn’t hurt you, gently cleans you, gets you water, something to eat if you’re hungry and always hugs you to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Budo’s favorite body part of his would be his hands and arms all together to be able to touch and feel you, he likes to hold you, hug you, make you feel safe and plenty of other corny stuff.

He’ll always argue that he loves every part of you equally and constantly denies himself for liking such a perverted part of you, but he just finds it undeniably difficult to keep his eyes off your ass and always finds himself blushing at the vulgar action.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):

He tends to release inside you because he feels like painting you with his cum is too dirty, not just in the messy way, but he will cum anywhere you indicate him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

The sight of your face covered in his cum… one time when you were blowing him and pulled away to let him cum on your face, the sight alone would’ve made him orgasm again if he could’ve.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

He doesn’t have much hands-on experience but knows what to do and is very observant to any reactions and is quick to learn.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

He’s a simple vanilla guy, he prefers missionary, he can see you properly and is the one doing the work while you relax, though he’s not opposed to letting you take the lead on top of him if you really want to.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

Is willing to crack a small joke during the moment just to see you smile if the opportunity arises but overall takes it seriously.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

Always keeps himself perfectly shaven to avoid any inconveniences or discomfort but doesn’t mind letting his hair grow back if you prefer, in which case; he’ll make sure to be neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

Budo is always very romantic with you, always putting your needs before his, making sure you reach yours first and saying sweet words to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

He doesn’t do it often but whenever he feels the need, he ponders about it for quite a while for the same reason of the vulgarity it would implicate, but always respectfully asks for your help once your relationship has reached that height.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Isn’t really big on anything, he’s more than satisfied with simple things but isn’t closed to much and is willing to try almost anything you’d suggest.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do):

Anywhere comfortable and safe, cushions such as a bed or couch, anywhere that ensures privacy so that no interruptions happen or anything that could distract him from you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

You; as soon as you ask, he’s willing to go. If he sees you egging him on, dropping any hints, he’ll respond equally to test and make sure he didn’t misunderstand them.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

Hurt you. He would never hurt you in any way, be it physical or emotional (like name calling, etc), cause you pain or anything, don’t ask him to do so because it’ll make him uncomfortable and kill the mood. He’s also very strict about monogamy, you’re with him and he’s with you, no threesomes or any sort of sharing.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

Budo definitely prefers giving oral, as stated previously; he puts you before him and even has no problem getting satisfied just by pleasing you, gaining pleasure himself from it but obviously isn’t opposed to letting you take care of him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):

He likes to go at a slow pace where he feels there’s more intimacy and more opportunity to be thorough and accurate, doesn’t really like to hammer into you sense it feels more carnal and animalistic rather than intimate and loving but is okay with a quick pace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

Doesn’t like them at all, they’re quite unsatisfactory for him on the intimacy level which is very important to him and has him feeling unable to please you. If you suggest them, he’ll try his best to postpone it to a moment when you’ll have no interruptions.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

He’s willing to experiment with some kinks you might have but taking the risk of engaging in a sexual activity with you when/where you're not alone is out of the question, you need to be completely alone otherwise he won’t do it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

Whether your sex drive is higher than his or lower, he always manages to last longer than you one way or another for the sole purpose of satisfying you, but averagely speaking, he’s able to go for 2-3 rounds with small pauses in between if they’re needed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

Budo doesn’t own toys, the thought never really occurred to him and he wouldn’t own any. He’s confident in his ability to please you and doesn’t really like using them on you sense he finds them weird though he might try out a small vibrator on you if you ask but won’t bring it up himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He doesn’t tease you at all and always gives you what you want, if you even want him to immediately get to the point, he’ll skip all foreplay and start as soon as you say.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

I feel like he leans more towards breathy moans with a groan or grunt when he reaches his high. He isn’t loud or quiet, he’s in between at the perfect hearing level; not too much or too little.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

He loves cuddle-fucking lovemaking, spooning, you laying on top of him, just let him slip it in while he holds you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

Average length but a bit higher on the thickness scale, just enough to give you a bit of trouble to fit him in and stretch you pleasantly.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Also average, maybe slightly higher, but just a bit, has a hard time deciding to tell you that he’s in the mood and thinks it through a lot, but will have a sudden change in attitude somewhat like a bashful child wanting to confess to their crush.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Always makes sure to fall asleep after you, doesn’t usually get sleepy from it but is rather left pleasantly worn out and ends up falling asleep mostly from the warmth of holding you.