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toeji -> texts between you & your boyfriend, toji author's note: someone left a comment on one of my smau's asking "chat: do toji & his gf like each other?" & to be honest, I feel like that's the key to writing semi-accurate & in-character relationship headcanons or smaus, etc. about toji, so I totally understand if that's not how you feel or if that's not what you want to read, but that wasn't the only comment I've received on how I characterize & write toji, so I thought I'd kind of explain my thought process there.

🎀 neighbors

🎀 meeting megumi

🎀 flirt

🎀 kitty cat

🎀 comfort

🎀 "I have him"

🎀 condoms

🎀 a third

🎀 reassurance

🎀 bad liar

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this was art holy shit???

art -> takuma thinks kissing you is truly a form of art

when you first began dating, takuma was slightly insatiable. it was difficult for him to do anything simple; a small goodbye kiss turned into pressing you against the door, rutting into you like a dog; a small smile across the room at a sorcerer’s gala turned into a quickie in the bathroom, your hands shoved down his pants haphazardly, his hands attempting to muffle his endless stream of whines & moans; a sexless moan as you stretched in bed, barely awake, turned into cuddlefucking you (more than once) before heading into work. the list goes on. . .& you love takuma for it, truly. he just loves you so much, how could he possibly be expected to remain calm when you’re so constantly beautiful; you’re like a work of art. but eventually, takuma finds the beauty in taking things slow, keeping things simple. sometimes it’s the smallest details that make the painting a masterpiece. 

of course he knew what it was like to kiss you, but typically it was ravenous, frenzied; if his coworkers or even friends could see what he was like when you two were alone, they’d be shocked. such a reserved, sweet boy now desperate for any physical attention you’d spare him. & when his friends asked him “who wears the pants, huh, ino?” he’d inhale sharply & subtly flex his chest. him, of course. . .right? but when you have him face down, pretty ass up, as he’s begging for “more, please, more,” whining at the delicious friction of it being “t-too deep, s’too deep, please–” when it’s like that, well, he rethinks his answer. 

so yes, takuma was very well acquainted with the act of kissing his you & yes, he likes it, but it’s only when he slows down a bit, that he realizes just how much he fucking loves it. maybe it’s the certainty that he has you, that you’re right there & you’re not going anywhere. he’ll keep you like this, sitting pretty on his lap, for hours, just kissing you. breath hot against his swollen, red lips, as you pull just centimeters apart, nearly whining at the loss of you, when you say, “I hav’ta go, takuma.” 

he shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, “not yet, pretty, just gimme a little longer.” & how on earth were you supposed to say no to him, not when he kisses you just right, when he nips at the skin of your earlobe, when he presses sloppy lips to your collarbone, when he kneads your breast unceasingly, massaging them (which is doing more for him than you, miraculously). he spends the time learning you: the slope of your nose, the fluttering of your eyelashes, the sharp intake of breath when he bites at your neck. . .everything about you, he’s just so obsessed. 

& maybe he paws at your hips softly, trying to create any friction against his painful erection; but he really isn’t too concerned with that at all. he’s got a one track mind & it’s set on kissing you until he’s dizzy & out breath & kissing you even past that until you’re both mindless with the pleasure of it, the simplicity. 

some people say that there’s many different ways to kiss someone: a good morning kiss, a goodnight kiss, a hello kiss, a goodbye kiss, etc. & maybe this was true, but takuma has only two ways he kisses you, & both leave you breathless & wanting more. he’ll kiss you whenever he sees you; the simple kiss two lovers share when they want everyone to know they’re in love, or maybe just to remind themselves of it. these are always cut short, never quite enough for you or for him, but “we’re in public, ino,” you’d say with a stern expression, playfully slapping his chest. “we can’t–not now.” he’d look at you longingly, trying to convey so much through just a look: how he doesn’t care if you’re in public & he doesn’t care who’s watching. in fact, he doesn’t mind spectators at all; if it were up to him, he’d broadcast your kisses everywhere he could so that all of japan knew that you were his & he was yours. 

but then there’s kisses like this. this is not hello, nor is it goodbye. there’s no hidden meaning here, or a desire to show off. . .just you & him together. you, he thinks. a work of art. how can he show you just how perfect he thinks you are, how much he wants you, all to himself. what he doesn’t know is how much you already know. takuma thinks he’s a pretty private person; he doesn’t keep many close friends, & he certainly isn’t getting around. but you know him nonetheless, know him better than he thought was possible. you know that he keeps a picture of you in front of the glass of his speedometer, so that every time he gets in his car, you’re there. you know that he itches the back of his neck when he’s not quite sure of something, that he can hardly fall asleep anymore if you’re not tucked under his arms, breathing hot breath on his neck. he keeps secrets, but certainly not very well. yes, he’s got a ring tucked in the pocket of his pants at all times, & you’d like to maybe pretend that it’s something else, because marriage, really? but erections aren’t a square-shaped box. 

& of course those are your favorite kisses, & they're his favorite too because, whether or not they lead to more, the journey is more important than the destination. it’s when he becomes a little more confident, nipping at your skin, digging his teeth in, big, veiny, capable hands roaming all over your body. groping anything he could get his hands on. he really feels as though he’s matured; he’s past the horny boy stage, or so he thought. anything & everything you do is just so attractive to him. 

you’re very different people, you & takuma. you keep yourself busy: you think about how smooth the nape of his neck is when you dig your fingernails into it, you think about how pretty his whimpers are as they spill into your throat, you think about how fucking hot the string of spit connecting the two of you is when he pauses to bring you down, down, down onto him, shifting you back & forth for a small time, enjoying you just like this. you think about how soft his hair is as your fingers card through it, how hard his nipples are poking against his tight shirt, how good his hands feel cupping your breasts, squeezing the fat of them, & how much you need him, the desire becoming just too much to handle. it's then that you tell him, "m-more, ino." that's all it takes for him to stand up from the chair you keep tucked against the desk & push you down on your bed, deep into the soft blankets, not breaking your kiss. he likes it a little too much when you use that tone, those words. there's no room for debate. either he'll please you or he'll die trying.

whereas takuma finds it difficult to think about anything but you, you, you. . . even when he’s not kissing you, he’s thinking about you. when he’s sitting at his little desk in his tiny office adjacent to nanami’s because “you have to have somewhere to do your paperwork, ino. it’s the professional thing to do.” when he’s walking back to the safe location after expelling a handful of rather annoying curses. when he’s driving home after a long day, & throughout that long day, he’s thinking of you. your whines that fuel the fire in his chest, your hair falling in your face as he tilts you down to him, your soft smile in between kisses or when he’s sucking on the pulse point of your neck. he’s thinking about it, even when you think he’s not, when he’s telling you about his day or when you’re telling him about yours, when he’s off on another tangent about how great his mentor, nanami, is, or when you’re cooking dinner for him in nothing but a t-shirt & panties, god he’s thinking about you. how could he not be? you’re like his own museum that he can map out, touch with his eyes, explore. truly, you are a work of art & he's intent on scouring every inch of you. 

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literally hot

FEVER FEVER FEVER

Synopsis. Sèx pollen - it’s never felt so good.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sèx pollen, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, creampíes, bréeding, making them whímper, oraI (fem), true form Sukuna, Sukuna’s two mouths, ínappropríate use of jujutsu, 7:3 technique, GOJO’S POWERS, matíng presses, overstím, bóndage, first times (Choso), losing control, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Can you guess the title reference heheh?

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - WICKED!

Toji Fushiguro swears he isn’t affected - he swears that stupid, stray technique didn’t actually hit him when finishing off today’s job.

After all, it’s not like he’s some weak, pathetically needy-

“Please, doll.” Toji gasps - he heaves - hot and heavy between your pretty legs. Letting his roughened tongue slide its pathway across that perky scar sitting right on the edge of his white-glossed lip, re-tasting you. Himself. And he can feel the way his overworked tip twitches at that cute wide-eyed gaze of yours, mouth dropping at him begging. “Don’t make me ah- say any of that s-stupid stuff again.”

You huff out a low bout of teasing laughter that makes him flinch, “Hmm, but I don’t think I heard you properly, baby?”

God, he wished he couldn’t smell your sweet saccharine scent fogging up his mind, he wished the mere sound of your honeyed tone didn’t have him gushing out in another sweltering hot wave. Growling, “W-when this is over I swear—”

“Time’s ticking…”

Damn.

“P-please-” The word comes out strangled - pained. “Can I p-put it back inside, ma?”

It’s a beg - a plea.

One that has Toji’s ears flushing an angry red, and his eyes looking up at you tearily in a way that uttered he’d die right now if he didn’t get another taste of your heavenly cunt.

You can barely even start to let your head shake with a nod before a choked-up groan bursts from Toji’s wobbly lips. And he’s flipping you over with one simple push of his large, strong arms attached roughly onto your hips. Pushing your pliantly face into the soft, silken pillows on all fours like he couldn’t bear hearing any more of those sweet sounds of yours. For the sake of his sanity. 

“Yes-” he gasps, digits curling around his thick hilt to guide them into a pretty peck against your cunt. “Yes yes yes yes- finally- ah finally-”

He’s drooling. Still so greedy even after hours now. 

Swollen cock so rawly red and angry, he’s splattering out freshly translucent swashes of precum against your puckered hole. Creamy and drizzled with rings of cum from just before that he hadn’t been able to lap up mere moments earlier. 

Toji couldn’t get enough- he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t think it’s even physically possible. 

“Can’t believe what ya d-do to me-” His words are hushed, unsteady - like they were on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Pressing a lingering trail of kisses down your arched spine, he gulps in your heady pheromones. “-oh, s’not even that fucking p-pollen, ya have no fuckin’ idea.” 

But ah he gets even harder at your scent. Shuddering out a heavy groan, every powerful limb of Toji’s utterly loosening at the way your toasty cunt was hugging him so tightly all over again. You’re being massaged against his mouth-watering abs when he pushes even further in-

“Where the fuck do you think you’re g-going, huh?”

It takes you a few cockdrunken seconds to realize that this is Toji talking to you - deep baritone a few octaves higher, cracking ever-so-slightly at the end in a way you’d never even imagined before. And a few more to recognize that you’d been clawing at the rickety headboard, jittery hips sneaking mere inches away from his ruthless size. 

You’re gasping, letting go immediately. “I-I didn’t mean- you’re just so big, Toji.”

And, truly, he was. 

There’s so much of him.

You didn’t know whether it was the sex pollen that had him fitting out the snug inches of his girth so massively bigger than usual. Strawberry tip red and painting your puffy pussy lips to be dripping wet, it seemed like just the tiniest piston has his rotund head spreading open your taut insides. 

Has Toji’s head reeling. Has him getting angry at the slightly melty recoil that had his bawling tip parting from your insides for a split-second. 

Addicted. 

But this makes Toji hiss, it makes his strong arms wrap around your waist in a vice-like bodylock. Eyes crinkling with watery beads of tears, he catches your lips in a filthy, filthy kiss. “No- don’t fuckin- you can fucking take it- want it- need it, ma, please- think m’gonna die without ya-”

Gripping harshly onto your hips to slam into the very depths of your pussy, he’s feeding your sopping slit with every his girthy inch. All the way until his hefty balls kiss wetly up against your ass. 

THUD!

“Oh shit-” your voice quivers, eyeing the sagging end of the bed. “Toji, you broke the-”

But that didn’t matter to Toji. Why would it?

SLAM!

In fact, it’s the fucking last thing he could think about before swiftly maneuvering your body to press against the fucking floor with a strained gruff. 

And in a split-second, something muscular and weighty is being pressed onto the back of your head. You gasp when you realize that it’s Toji’s foot, angling his gyrating hips perfectly right to swipe an oozing glide of wispy precum down your battered g-spot. 

He’s panting - heaving out, “Heh, s-spread ‘em-” Frantically kneeing apart your limp legs wider, “oh, yeah tha’s it. Shhh sh sh-” You didn’t know whether Toji was trying to soothe you or his greedy self. “Take this f-fuckin’ cock f’me, alright?”

Splaying out one palm midway down your stomach to massage and feel for his riotous nudge, exactly where he could feel himself ramming in for the nth time. Over and over- 

Hmm…maybe this sex pollen wasn’t too bad. 

“W-what?” You’re whirling your bleary gaze over your shoulder to sputter and Toji registers that his drunken mouth has accidentally babbled out loud. 

But the only response you mercifully get is Toji spooning his fingers down to swirl over your neglected clit. A sleazy grin smearing all over his face at the way his thick digits slip and slide from how coated your sensitive nub was with his seed. 

“M’jus’ s-sayin, ma-” he grins, and you feel his tight, cum-filled balls thwack! thwack! thwack! against your overstuffed cunt even harder. More wickedly. “This sex pollen’s making me a bit…hungry again.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 7:3

“M-my love-” Nanami hisses through a wince at the way his rich baritone was breaking pathetically - hoarse, choked-up. He’s never felt this way. Never. “J-jus’ one more?”

Never been so greedy. So horny.

Like he’d die if he doesn’t paint your pretty pussy white.

And if the way your husband had you folded into a mean mess of a mating press wasn’t enough to agree, he’s planting a pretty peck right against the battered bullseye of your g-spot with his swollen tip. Hard. 

The spongy cushion making him collapse onto his elbows with a groan, repeating his same, syrupy mantra. “Please o-one more-”

Nanami’s stamina was incredible by itself but now?

Now it had you blinking back your sobbing tears, swiping away the sweat-dampened strands of blond from his face with a trembly hand, “Only one more?”

Oh, Nanami’s voice opens to agree, his lips crack open to repeat them- those words barely babbling out of his loose mouth before your clingy walls suddenly give him a tempting squeeze. And any and all rational thought is sucked thoroughly out of him-

“I-I don’t know-” he’s breathing out, letting his head fall into the safety of the crook of your neck. Hips still stuttering forwards to spearhead into your gummy depths. Mindlessly. He could feel the drippingly wet slosh of his cum coating his shaft. Drinking in your sweet, sweet scent, “Don’t- don’t know why this is happening. Don’t know if it’s ‘nough- don’t hngh- know if it’ll ever be. J-jus’ want you a pretty m-momma, darling.”

And it’s all that he’s been thinking about for the whole day now.

Right from the very second he’d been hit with a special grade technique during a mission, to the moment that Nanami had stormed up to your apartment and taken you right then and there on the living room floor.

Hours ago.

“P-please-” 

Nanami doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but it’s just about all that he can sputter out like a little prayer. 

However, you do, apparently. Flashing him a cockdrunken smile that makes his breath hitch, and his tip bawl out a new velvety wave of precum that splatters against the ends of your cervix. You hum, “Mhm- o-one more, Ken–”

Immediately being shut up by a sudden slam! into your sweetest spots, he’s rutting in so deep, so thoroughly that you’re left deliriously wondering whether the circumference of his girth would be left indented onto your melty walls. Again. And again and again and- shit, was he using his jujutsu?

Was he even in control?

“Can’t stop- can’t stop can’t stop- I-it’s like-” Jackhammering pound after angry pound so hard that you’re being pushed further and further up the floor. “You’re too good to me- no!” he cries, accidentally sliding out from between your glossy folds to smack! smack! smack! his furiously reddened cock down the splatters of seed that drip down from your slit. Twitching until he bullies back in- “-promise m’gonna m-make it up to ya- hah- promise m’not gonna miss.”

And then he’s letting your unsteady fingers clutch tightly around the silky fabric of that yellow, speckled work tie that he hadn’t even bothered removing. “H-hold onto this- hold- in case I get too…” 

“Ken-” you hiss, feeling the cold circumference of Nanami’s wedding ring prod at your clit. So full you have the distinct thought that you could almost explode. “M’not s-sure if it’ll fit though-”

But Nanami didn’t want that - couldn’t even bear the thought-

“W-won’t fit?” Nanami shudders, eyes wide. “It won’t…won’t fit?” 

Sounding so devastated. 

Cracking a low whine at the very back of his throat when he immediately flinches away - spreading out his rounded fingers across your stomach to press. He coats his warm cock with a sudden gleam of cum eagerly, “S’this o-okay now? Will- will it fit, my love?”

And it’s so, so filthy.

You’re mewling like such a slut, “Yes- yes yes yes yes- m-more-”

Nanami was practically burning up, heaving for air. His feverish pleas panting out condensely against your face. 

“Gonna fill this ngh- cute cunt up until she’s overspilling.” Rummaging his dick inside your gooey cunt dangerously accurately, grazing up the thumping pace of his veins down the crevices of all your sensitive spots. Even hidden ones. “Have you all round and ah- glowing with my kid.” Uncharacteristically leaving a sodden swat! at your plump clit to watch your gush out in another creamy ring. “Can’t rest- can’t fuckin’ stop until I do. Feels like m’burning.”

Your fingers wrap even more desperately around his tie, pulling - hauling.

Yes, he gulps. This is what he wanted - what he needed. What the pollen was begging him for. 

His lips leer down to glissade wetly across your own, not even a kiss because he could barely even manage one. Unable to even raise his droopy eyes to meet your stare, “-hah- what do you want- t-tell me what you want, my wife.”

Your own lips quiver. “I-I want two babies, Ken-”

Oh. 

Oh, fuck. 

When Nanami was out of control, he was unrecognizable. 

Hips slamming against yours in a few more sloppy strokes, before filling up every empty space with hot pumps of his seed. Voluminous. It’s spurting against your walls with a wet thwack! and not even your hand around his tie makes him slow down.

The air crackles with a few more sparks of jujutsu - except Nanami couldn’t control it. Couldn’t grasp the way even with his technique, he was so drunk on your pussy that his cock was just barely drawing wet glides of cum down your g-spot. Almost missing. 

Making him malfunction his cursed technique. 

Yet, the only thing you can register is when your own orgasm hits, white-hot tingles flashing down your spine. Toes curling, pulse thundering so loudly in your ears that you almost miss-

“O-one…just one more, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - (Un)affected

“I don’t…I don’t-”

Now, Geto Suguru had absolutely zero idea what he was about to babble away - maybe that he wasn’t affected by that sex pollen curse he’d swallowed, maybe that he wasn’t losing a slight bit of his sanity with every feverish drag of his fingers down his painfully hard cock.

“-don’t need anythin’ but your hngh- pretty face, gorgeous. Help out your leader, would ya?”

And oh, you looked like such a dream below him - with your glassy eyes blinking up at him, tongue darted out so obscenely to catch the stray splatters of his aphrodisiac-like precum. Pearly, winking beads that drip! drip! drip! down his visibly throbbing length. 

His beautiful second-in-command.

And he was so ruined. 

Sounding so pathetic when he whispers, scared at the way he knew his words would crack pathetically at the very end. “B-bring yerself closer, no need to be hah- shy- let me- let me…please.”

But he looked so pretty above you.

Splayed out in such a messy way on the throne for the association leader, dark brows knitted, sweat trickling in glistening rivulets down his forehead. Strands of Geto’s long, dark hair stick to his forehead when he smacks your pouty lips with his angry cock until they’re rubbed raw. 

“Wan’ you to cum, Sugu–” you’re batting your lashes in a way that makes his swollen cock twitch in his hands. Smearing your palms up and down the creamy skin of his muscular, manspread thighs, “-cum on my face, please?”

Fuck, he was so unfairly sensitive right now that just the singular gust of your words hitting his cock made Geto’s abs ripple. Make his entire body wrack with shudder after shudder as his weepy tip spits out a translucent few beads of precum. 

“S-such a naughty mouth.” he’s hissing, trying for the life of him to not act like the simplest glide of your palms had Geto fighting back his high already. “Better be ah- careful. Can’t talk like that n’ not end up s-stuffed full, honey–”

It’s a warning. 

For both of you.

Geto’s finding his roughened digits fly down faster and faster his length, squeezing ever-so-slightly harder near his mushroom slit.

You whine, “But I want that, Sugu.”

You little minx. You evil, evil little-

And he can’t fucking stop the way his hefty balls clench - painfully, obscenely, sluttily in a way that has the pinkish divot at the very end of his cock spurt out in a ribbon of steaming hot seed.

You’re closing your eyes, waiting for more- but Geto has other plans. 

Plans that have him swiping over the thick pad of his thumb to press down hard at the very ruby head of his erection, choking back a slew of swears when he wavers off his orgasm for just a second. Just long enough to drag you upwards with one free hand attaching to your waist. 

Up, up, up-

“Sit on m-my cock, gorgeous-” he’s spitting, wet and panted against your lips. Dizzying. You gasp at the sodden drag of Geto’s bawling tip down your pre-soaked pussy lips, meshing in a wet, wet French kiss. “-c’mon. Ride me. Ride me please- m’burning up.”

And it was the only opportunity you’d get to hear the dangerous Geto Suguru whine, to see him blink his long, teary lashes up at you when you sink your drooling cunt down his girth just an inch. 

He was so warm splitting you open. 

So steaming hot when your tight pussy floods with string wads of cum, such a mind-numbing orgasm that Geto can feel it before he even registers it. One that has his toes curling, his arms locking around your waist to fuck up into you like he hates you. 

“D-don’t get it twisted m’early because of the ah- p-pollen.” he groans, back muscles flexing with every perfect curved arch upwards into your greedy hips. The wet thwack! of skin-on-skin resounds throughout the tatami room and makes Geto drool. Unable to even spell out coherent sentences right now - well, not until he feels your sloppy hips slow down just a tad.

“Sugu- m’tired.”

Truly, his stamina was too much. 

Swat! His fingers leave branding little imprints, before roughly attaching to pinch your pulsing clit, “Work on it, gorgeous- tha’s an order. Because m’not hngh- anywhere near done. Jus’ milk me- milk me dry…oh, yeah let that pretty pussy have her fun-” 

“O-oh fuck fuck fuck-” You clutch precariously at the mahogany woodwork of his chair, thighs aching with the sheer effort to try and bounce your drippingly wet pussy down onto his rudely jostling cock. “-there’s so much- ah- can feel it drippin’ down my thighs-”

“Sh-shut up.” Geto’s managing to get out through grit teeth, planting another unabashed smack on your cunt simply to prove his point. Begging, “God, please- mercy-”

Because your honeyed tone is so sweet, your words so filthy that they have him spurting out a few more fatigued rivers of cum. 

Rasping out the tiniest of whimpers with each of your damp bounces, he makes you work. “O-open that mouth.” And you listen - of course, you do - letting those pretty, spit-glossed lips fall open into a soft ah! All so perfect for him to spit- the taste makes you hot. Burning, like an aphrodisiac. And now you’re feeling dizzy. “Bein’ way too talkative f-for a ngh- second-in-command. Aren’t ya?”

And obviously you don’t point out the slight drizzle of drool that makes its way down the corner of his coral pink lips, obviously you don’t point out just how hot and heavy he was swirling lewdly inside your walls. Stretching you out to the max - still so hard despite cumming for the nth time already.

No, instead, you smile drunkenly. “Why? D-does it affect you, sir?”

Smack!

“Sh-shut up n’ keep riding me, gorgeous.” And you could’ve sworn that Geto’s voice broke.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Bed chem.

Choso was ruined. Absolutely fucked out…and he was so pathetically embarrassed about it. 

Unable to wrangle the teary ah! ah! ah! ripping from the very depths of his throat every time your drenched cunt was dragging down his sensitive shaft. Still clothed, still glissading along his thumping veins teasingly - but he felt like he could cum already. 

“P-please, baby-” The thick pads of his jittery fingers find their way to the edges of your soaked underwear, hooking inside ever-so-slightly - and the tiniest sneak peek of your puffy pussy lips makes him gulp. “-please I feel like m’gonna hah- die without ya.”

“But, Cho—” And that nickname in your sweetened tone is enough for him to buck right off the silken sheets. “-how am I supposed to help you with the pollen, otherwise? M’jus’ being a good friend.”

You wanted him to say it.

You wanted your best friend to beg.

“I-I…”

And oh, he trails off - because you’re helping him slide your sticky panties just enough down your thighs. Flashing him such a dangerous smile right as you watch Choso’s mouth drop, dark brows scrunching together when he heaves out a moan.

“I d-don’t know, baby- I don’t- I don’t know-” And he felt like he was burning, he felt his melty mind getting dizzier by the minute as your slobbering cunt drags in determined gyrations against him faster. Swollen folds spreading to coat the pattern of his throbbing veins in a gleaming sheen. Humping so ferally. “B-but you smell so good and f-feel so oh- all I want is…” 

You don’t get to hear the rest of his sentence. 

Within a split-second, your panties are left in tiny tatters for him to breathe in. Filthily.

Drinking in his fill before he has one pinning both your wrists behind your back. The other plugging into your cunt to circle a slow swivel enough for him to bully inside-

Heaven. He was in heaven. 

“This. This is what it oh- feels like? This is a-all I want-” he’s hiccuping, voice breaking into such a pretty whine every time his raw cock is tapping against the softest areas of your gummy walls. “-to fuck my p-pretty best friend. All I’ve ever wanted- S’my first ngh- time, y’know?”

You’re fluttering your eyes back open to bore down at Choso’s fucked-out expression. “S’your first time? Wh-why didn’t you ah- tell me, Cho?”

And maybe because he was embarrassed, maybe because all it takes is a single clench of your saturated cunt around his girthy shaft for him to shoot out a few wisps of cum. Half-orgasming already. 

But Choso only plants his powerful thighs flat on the mattress to pressurize his slow drills upwards.

Tentative, almost. As if he wasn’t utterly rummaging your insides, poking at your glossy cervix with sopping wet glides of his fat cock, stretching out your taut channel to massage spots you didn’t even know existed. 

The pollen had him greedier than ever. 

“Mhmm– because th-there’s no one else f’me.” His lower lip wobbles cutely, dewy eyes drooping to an almost closed state with every drag of his cock down your elastic walls. Filthy. Feverish. “S’jus’ for a bit- just- hah- just for the pollen, remember?”

Oh, right. You’re shuffling your hands precariously onto Choso’s bulging pecs to determine your grinds even more thoroughly. Pound after pound that left your ass stinging with impact. It was so hypnotic that you’d almost forgotten about the entire reason you were…helping in the first place. 

You fingers bully between his plump lips, muttering, “Open f’me, Cho?”

And of course Choso would do anything you command in a heartbeat. Anything. The only thing on his mind when he lets his mouth fall slack - just in time for your syrupy stream of spit. Hitting right onto the middle of his tastebuds, swallowing. 

So heady that he half-wonders whether you were the cause of the sex pollen itself. 

Holding back a few strained pleas for mercy, he’s placing a wet line of pecks down the side of your teary cheeks- shit, when did you even start crying? Choso can’t help but let his pinkish tongue loll out to lick a languid stripe up those salty dredges, groaning. 

“Just for the p-pollen and…”

“And what?” you’re crying out, feeling one set of his ringed fingers curl deftly around the nub of your clit. Swiping a wet drag of his rotund pads down the very sensitive edges of the hood, it makes your thighs shiver down even faster to meet Choso’s addicted pace. 

“And then…”

In a split-second, you’re being flipped over so meanly. Splayed out like such a slut on the plush mattress when Choso drags your limp legs up onto the curves of his deltoids, abs flexing and rubbing up against your ass when he folds in half down, down, down into the meanest mating press you’ve never thought possible. 

Choso’s gleamingly sharp canines sink into your ear lobe, breath feverishly hot against your ear. In fact, all of him was absolutely burning right now. Heaving. “-then m’gonna hngh- marry you.” Spitting into your open mouth - broken. Desperate. “F-fuck the talking stage, fuck dating- m’gonna wife you up.” You feel his hips get sloppier and sloppier, spearheading Choso’s fat cock to the very bruised bottom of your pussy. “Shit- gonna propose. Be my wife- the mother of my kids. Breed this cunt- Let me please- ngh- please by my wife.”

Maybe it was the sex pollen that had him babbling so much, maybe it was you.

But either way - Choso doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a shit when you’re opening your lips enough to mumble, “I-I do- Cho.”

His best friend. Enough to make him rut up into you wildly like an animal. Clashing his wet tip over and over in sopping slides down your g-spot. Again. And again and-

And the only answer is Choso’s whimper, “A-and please…can your h-husband cum inside, baby?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Mouthy?!

Sukuna’s hooking two of his fingers into the corner of his mouth - his other mouth. A wide, ravenous smile. Larger, greedier, positioned right underneath your shamefully spread cunt. “Move that damn hand before I hafta do it myself, woman.”

And oh he sounded so impatient - so utterly strained like just a few seconds longer would have Ryomen Sukuna rampaging. 

Your entire body burns with embarrassment, jittery legs almost coming to a close at the feverish pant of his second mouth. Drooling, ravenously condensing out little droplets of saliva that splatter onto your quivering hole like a blank canvas. 

“B-but are you sure, Kuna?” you’re whimpering, biting back tiny gasps at the way his tongue drags its sodden taste-buds along where you were straddling him with your sheeny inner thighs. Face sitting but…not quite. “Y-you’re that needy?”

Oh.

Oh, you should’ve known better than to accuse the infamous King of Curses of being needy - no matter how utterly true it was right about now. 

Sukuna didn’t know what potion Uraume had accidentally knocked into his last meal, but it had him so ruined. He couldn’t even breathe without all the blood in his towering body rushing straight into his painfully swollen cocks, couldn’t even think without feeling like his veins were boiling with the sudden greed to taste you.

Because Sukuna might have had his meal…but he was still starving. In a way he didn’t even know before rolling his tongue past your glossy folds. 

And he was chuckling out a dangerous bout of rumbling laughter that makes your lower lip wobble, “Don’t fuckin’ call me n-needy. M’jus-” Addicted? Hypnotized? Battling with the feeling that he’ll die without your pretty pussy? Deep voice petering out when he couldn’t even begin to justify the way that Sukuna was dragging his lolling tongue down your sodden folds, twirling the very pointed tip over the hood of your clit. “-fuck- I don’t need to give you an explanation, p-puny human. Just ride me.”

That’s all the answer you’re getting before he hunches over - long tongue tunneling even deeper around your melty walls and Sukuna was drooling. Smacking many, many wet kisses.

He’s throwing his head back into the decadently royal pillows with a slight, cracking whimper at the sweet, sweet taste of you on his tongue. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course. Swivelling wetly so that every single bead of your juices drip its silky way into his widely opened mouth. “Jus’ need a taste- just one taste.”

Your juices were like nectar, making the pollen rush.

“C-can you even taste like this, Kuna–?” your voice comes out in tiny whines. Positioning your shivery hands on either side of his shoulders to steady your legs - it just felt so unbearably good. 

Swat! 

And even with his thick, calloused fingertips, it felt like Sukuna was putting in twice the strength to plant a branding smack onto the curve of your jiggling ass. “Silly girl, of course I can taste this pretty cunt of yours-” Smoothing over the raised digits, and bearing you with such a sleazy grin. “-askin’ soo many q-questions, huh?” 

“But-”

Smack! 

“Shh, why don’t we let her speak for a second, now- hm?”

Silencing down his own grunts until all that resounds in the chamber are those sloshing squelches of your cunt dragging back and forth Sukuna’s monstrous tongue. The sounds of his wet muscle gyrating in and out hotly - it was almost burning. 

“Heh, real talkative this one is, too.” he’s snickering. Two of his arms attaching roughly onto your trembly hips, and a third covering your sagging mouth. “-why dontcha hngh- play with this pretty cunt of yours a lil’, brat? Make her all nice n’ even wetter f’me to taste?”

And it’s all you can do to dance one hand down to run over your poorly neglected clit, toying with that nub just the way you liked - and the way Sukuna liked, too. If the way his mouth - both his mouths - were smiling told you anything.

Yet, he wanted more.

“Fuck- fuck, wait.” And Sukuna smacks! away your hand with his free one - he couldn’t even last a few minutes with anyone other than himself staking a slutty claim on your cunt. “Let- let me.” Every roll of his tongue goes hand-in-hand with the meanest little drag of his fat thumb down your clit. At your surprised yelp, “Shut up and ride it.”

You’re clenching your teeth, bouncing your thighs up and down to glissade a ride everywhere from the ridges of Sukuna’s defined abs to the edges of his slurping tongue. 

“Heheh yeah-” he’s giggling - giggling. Drunk on you and your ravenous hips, you were moving against him so filthy at this point and he almost feels himself - the king of curses - blush. Head lolling backwards but eyeing down to watch how spearheaded you were on his tongue, surging in and out in wet sloshes to fuck your pretty cunt open on him. “Clenchin’ around me so tight- looks like you’re gonna cum, hm?”

“I-I am…so close, Kuna-”

“Don’ needa tell me- this cunt is speaking ‘nough for the both of ya. Right about-” Your eyes spark with sudden stars as he leaves another sudden smack! on your ass, your clit, and then one on your thigh. Before pulling- hauling- “-now.”

And the very moment you feel that build-up within your stomach snap - gushing out in wet wave after wave of your orgasm. All you can do is grab on helplessly to the- the headboard?

Blinking open your bleary eyes to realize that you were sitting on Sukuna’s mouth. His actual mouth. Cracked wide open for him to lap up every single bead and splatter of your squirting.

Such a filthy mess.

“There we go-” he’s groaning, eyes falling half-lidded. And through the corner of your eye, you catch the way his second mouth licks its lips devilishly. “-now I’m almost full.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “D-do you hate me?”

“What?” you’re blinking down at your dear boyfriend. “Of course not, Toru-”

“Then, y-you really think this will hold me back, sweetheart?”

The words are barely out of Gojo’s mouth before he already knows that they’re bluffs, already knows that the strongest is powerless against those thick black blindfolds restraining his wrists to the bedposts - and you. 

You, you, you-

With your trembly legs straddling his lap, hovering your cunt just above his strawberry blushed head so deliciously. Your sodden pussy lips slobbering all the way down his length in a way that Gojo finds dizzying. He just can’t help but tug-

“Now now, I said no pulling.” Your honeyed tone makes his fat tip twitch despite the way it was dripping with a filthy warning. “Jus’ the tip, Toru. Remember?”

Right…not. 

“Yes yes yes yes-” Gojo gasps wetly, feet planting on either side of the mattress to buck up and push. To smear a pretty peck right past your folds and against that tight ring of muscle, hot. And, shit, maybe it was that fucking pollen but Gojo whimpers, how he wished he could touch you. “-jus’ the tip. The tip hngh- please jus’ take me I don’t even c-care.”

But he did.

Oh, how much Gojo cared ever since he’d let himself be hit by that weak sex pollen jujutsu as a joke. 

Never expecting to end up babbling thoroughly pussydrunkenly like this, to have his twitchy cock sinking in a mere inch into your melty walls and feeling like he was about to burst. 

“You say that but this is way more than ‘just the tip’, Toru–”

And Gojo can’t help but look, to snap his teary eyes downwards and drink in the way your puffed-up pussy lips were bulging all around his thick cock. Just barely past his sensitive slit, he could catch that thumping pulse at your cunt like you wanted to milk something delicious. 

“A-are ya sure, pretty?” he’s snickering, gripping on tightly to use the lewd leverage of his ties to rut up, up, up- “Doesn’t l-look like hngh- s’enough to me.”

Shit.

He can’t help the way his prattling mouth sags open when your tight cunt swallows up another greedy inch. And if any of you two had been in a slightly less delirious state of mind, then you’d have noticed the way the dim bedroom lighting flickers, the way your bed shifts. 

Keening at the slight thickening where his hilt was fatter, spearheading your taut pussy so open. It’s like his prominent veins were throb throb throbbing to massage forbidden sweet spots that you didn’t even know existed. 

You’re taking a few sloppy seconds to find your voice, gathering up every shred of will in your body to make sure it doesn’t break. “D-don’t act like you’re hah- forgiven for g-getting yourself into this mess, baby-”

Ah, Gojo practically purrs underneath you. “Jus’ feel like m’gonna d-die without ya-” Bed creaking when he riotously thrusts upwards to match your tantalizing pace with a much sloppier one of his own. That smack-on-smack after every pound music to his ears - but not enough. “But, if you let m-me outta these ngh– ties then maybe I could-”

“Toru…”

Oh, he was in trouble.

But that angry scoff on your pretty features only had Gojo moaning, gulping in desperate heavals of your scented pheromones. Dizzying. 

“Satoru.”

Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, Gojo was out of control. 

Head throwing back at your voice, lips gasping. Furiously ramming upwards into you with every ounce of strength he had - and Gojo could feel his limbs weaken, his bones ache with fatigue but he needed more. 

Maybe it was the pollen, probably it was him.

Burning for it.

“Aww don’ be like that. J-just the tip- just the tip-” he’s hiccuping out, eyes rearing almost half-closed. Sweat drips down the middle of his spine, your slick smears down in a wet gush onto his tufts of white when your pussy lips kiss his toned pelvis. Way past the tip but Gojo couldn’t stop- “-a little more-” Pushing mindlessly deeper, “-the tip- fuck you can take it- jus ah-” Wouldn’t stop. Can’t stop.

“Toru-” your words pitch into something pathetically whiny now. “-m’so close…”

He already knew

Of course, he already knew. His six eyes could catch that extra wad of drool coating your inner walls, the way your rapid pulse was probing even louder against his overwhelmed cock. Almost painfully. 

“Mhm– I know I know-” he gasps, ripping out a guttural moan when you’re craning over your pretty self to lick a path down the side of that sliver of drool at his mouth. “-cum f’me then- cum- hngh- cum on my cock, please?”

“I should hah- leave you right now, for lying about j-just the tip.”

But who was Gojo Satoru against you?

The slight threat only just leaves your glossed lips before he feels a stubborn pricking behind his eyes. Fuck, what a spectacle this would be to anyone right now. Big, bulbous tears crinkling down the side of his cheeks, Gojo bats his wet lashes innocently up at you. “Please?”

And with a shudder, you’re cumming - crashing headfirst into your orgasm. 

Fuck, you’re wondering whether this curse was contagious with how strong those waves of your high are. Peak after peak and only much, much later do you realize that Gojo’s already ripped straight through his restraints.

Left as mere tatters by the pillow when he latches on roughly to your waist and pounds up his drilling rams, over and over to target your poor, bruised g-spot. Fucking you through your high, vision swimming, lights exploding- 

And Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s cumming until he’s managing to crack his glowing eyes open to bore down at the milky ring of white painting around his thick hilt. Gasping in wonderment, he’s running a singular digit down the glossy puddle - before popping it into his mouth. Sucking. 

“Sweetheart…would you h-hate me if I said I’m ah- still feeling the sex pollen?”

“...”

A/N. Hope you lovelies have a great dayyyy <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[curatorcreator]

kento isn’t much of a talker.

whenever you come home from work, he’d always be there on the couch, spreading his arms to as a welcoming gesture.

laying on his chest, you then talk about your day, what annoyed you, and the latest gossips in your workplace.

“i just don’t know why would she do that, you know?”

and kento just grumbles, his way of agreeing with you, too focused on looking at your features.

“then, get this! she still took him b—” you cut yourself off, he looks uninterested.

were you talking too much..?

“why’d you stop, sweetheart? continue, what did she do?” kento says, snapping you out of your haze.

“she still took him back! the amount of advice that i gave her, she didn’t even apply any of those!” you huffed in annoyance.

kento hums, “it’s on her if she gets hurt again, sweets.”

“ugh, i don’t care about her anymore.”

kento was still scanning your face, his thumb caressing your cheekbones.

“i missed you, ken.”

“i missed you more, my love.”

you slowly move to kiss him, his hold on you tightening.

“i love you.” he mumbled in between kisses.

“i love you, too, kento.”

he slowly sits up to stand, with you still on his arms.

“don’t drop me, ‘kay?”

he chuckles, you snuggle your head on his neck and gave it little pecks.

“do you ever get tired of me yapping?” you asked him.

“hearing your voice puts me at ease, i find comfort when we’re like this. i love when you talk, sweetheart. i may look uninterested with everything that you talk about but i’m really not, i’m most likely just distracted by your gorgeous face.” kento mutters as he opens the door to your shared bedroom.

“oh my god, kento.”

“yes, love?”

“i need to wife you up.”

“hm, we’re gonna need to plan another wedding then, huh?” he chortles.

kento isn’t much of a talker, but he can be a little chatty when it comes to you.

[curatorcreator]

carlisle, my beloved <3

NOW PLAYING

ANYTHING BUT IT

Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

How does your man handle non-penetrative sex? 

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Choso Kamo: Boobjob <3

Choso will take anything you give him. If you told the poor boy you could never have sex again, he wouldn’t bat an eye. Your presence is euphoric enough, he’s sure he’ll never truly be used to it. The way you smell, how you look at him when he says something funny, the way you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck after a particularly long time apart (4 days), it will never be anything but thrilling to him. It’s a love he never thought he’d have & he’s certainly never going to get used to it. 

Everything about this is so new to Choso, & with all your help, it’s coming at him a little too fast…literally. If for some reason he couldn’t put his dick in you for a couple days, he’d be thankful for the reprieve; or so he thought. It’s been just 3 days & he can barely make it through a conversation with you before having to excuse himself to the bathroom. You noticed because of course you did, you notice everything about him. It makes his head foggy with desire & by god if he doesn’t rub one out soon he thinks he might die. But he didn’t do that hardly at all anymore; not with you around. 

He hears your voice outside the door, following a gentle knock. “Choso,” you called out sweetly, always so sweetly. It takes him a moment to pull his head out of the daze it’s trapped in to realize you’re really calling out for him, it’s not just his imagination. “You okay in there?” No, no he most certainly was not okay. 

With a quick gasp, he stuffs his stiff cock into his pants & zips them up. He tentatively unlocks & opens the door. 

& you’re standing there, smiling, shit-eating because you know, you know that this is harder for him than he thought it would be. 

He watches as your eyes travel down to where he’s nearly bulging out of his pants. “Awww, Choso…” He looks away. God, he’s so embarrassed; you embarrass him. “Why didn’t you say something?” You grab his hand to pull him closer. 

He can’t meet your eyes. 

“I-I didn’t want to bother you…after you said we-that we couldn’t…” He shrugs so delicately, so subtle you barely catch it. “You know…” The implication is there, heavy in the minute space between you. 

You can’t help but giggle to yourself. He doesn’t know. How could he? You’d just barely had sex with him the first time a couple weeks ago, & since then, not a day had gone by that he’d been stuffing you full with his cock, begging for whatever you’d give him. Anything, you’d give him anything. 

“Cho, there’s other things we can do, you know?” His eyes nearly pop out of his sockets because good lord, he thinks he might have a clue what you’re saying & –fuck him–he can’t take it. But he wants it. So bad. 

You thought it’d get old, this whole doe-eyed, innocent thing, but here you were, turned on as ever by it. You hadn’t meant to upset him by telling him that you couldn’t have sex for a little while, but he just didn’t understand. He was fucking massive, & not always in a good way; he had you calling out of work once a week after a long night of fucking you. It hadn’t occurred to you that it would be such a problem for him. He would never have complained, not to you, not to his perfect, straight-out-of-a-porno girlfriend. 

His hard on wasn’t going anywhere, he was sweating, & that desperate look in your eyes had you dragging him out of the bathroom & to your bed. 

You’d sat him on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him, unzipping his pants; he was so sure that he was going to cum from just this, & he felt bad, ashamed, but he just couldn’t help it. Your bedroom always smelled so nice, just like you, sweet & floral. It was hard to smell you & not think of your sweet cunt, how you tasted, how you felt wrapped around him, so perfect, so—

“Choso.” His gaze snapped down as you beckoned him to sit up a little so you could pull his boxers off. God, just the sight of your pretty eyes staring up at him had him twitching as you slowly slid his pants off. He waited for you to touch him, but you took your time, gazing up at him so lovingly. He watched with animalistic scrutiny as you hooked your hand under the hem of your shirt & swiftly pulled it off. Your bra next. 

He didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. Just like always, you’d show him exactly what to do, & that’s what really sent him over the edge. You were perfect, & this was his favorite part about you. 

“Let me help you, Cho,” you smiled, softly taking him in your hand, up & down a few times, enough for his thighs to start shaking & for all the breath to leave his lungs. You guided him closer to your breasts & he watched with lewd fascination–sheer awe–as you let your spit fall down your chin to the valley of soft skin between your chest. 

It takes every ounce of strength in him to simply blink, he doesn’t want to look away for even a millisecond, not wanting to miss anything. You circled your tongue around his weeping tip, & already he was bucking into your mouth, needy for any stimulation. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

You smile, fuck he wishes you’d stop smiling, stop being so sweet about all of this, it was fucking humiliating, but deep down, that was the part he liked the most. Because no matter how embarrassed he was, you smiled anyway, stayed all lovely & sweet. 

“‘S’okay Choso, I just want to make you feel good.” You slowly wrap your breasts around his leaking cock, pressing your hands against them so you can slowly jerk him off like this. “Does it feel good?”

Regardless of coherency, there’s no answer he could give you to accurately convey just how fucking good it felt. How could you even ask that? “Y-yeah, fuck–ngh—yeah, f-feel’s good.” God he felt so stupid. 

He tried to pull himself together, to think a single clear thought. Something came through to the forefront of his mind. “D-does it feel good for you like this?” You nod. You weren’t the one desperate for stimulation, you just wanted to get him off, to see him fall apart like this; the spectacle was addicting, so sure, it felt good.

Even whilst you spoke to him, trying to talk him through it, all he could do was stare at you: the way your nipples bounced with each thrust, the way you stuck your tongue out to lick at the red tip of his cock. 

Dimly, he’s aware that you’ve asked him something. “Wh-what?” he chokes out. 

“Do you want to?” He doesn't get it. There’s nothing else he could’ve wanted more in this moment, no, in his whole life, than this right here. But he understands when you let go of your breasts, the loss of contact making him whine, & grab his hands, putting them where you’d once had yours. & then, by god, does he get it, & yes, he wants to. 

It takes him some time, to find a rhythm, to slide his cock between your breasts more than twice without having to stop & whine for a bit. But he gets there, & he's oh so pretty like this: eyes screwed shut, bottom lip tucked firmly beneath his teeth, loose hair sticking to his forehead, your name slipping from his lips.

His orgasm is shattering, he can’t even rationally tell you when he’s close, it comes up on him like a tidal wave. He whines, so pretty, just for you, like he always does when he cums, & he’s sure he’ll be 80 years old & touching himself to the sight of his cum on your tits, dripping off your nipples. You sit up, close enough to kiss him, & he pulls you to him, starving for it. “You’re so perfect, I love you so much…” he starts his post orgasm rant, like usual, telling you how amazing you are, how you were made for him, how perfect he thinks you are. 

Yeah, he’s pretty sure he could get off like that for the rest of his life. 

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Kento Nanami: Jerks off <3

Nanami is just so ashamed of himself. He feels so guilty. I mean, his pretty little wife…she’s so perfect. It’s only been a couple weeks since you two brought home your bundle of joy, & (if he didn’t know it already) you were proving to him every minute just how perfect you were. 

So here he was, harder than a rock, trying his very best to act normal, reserved, like his usual self. Nanami was a man of much restraint. It wasn’t a difficult part to play; he prided himself on being better than those mindless, horny men, unable to control themselves, only able to think with their dicks. But good fucking lord he can’t help it, & it’s not like you’re doing him any favors, but no, no, the last thing Nanami wants to do is blame his poor wife. Not while you’re still recovering, not while you’re busy 24/7, not when you haven’t had a full night’s sleep in who knows how long, but what on earth is he supposed to do?

Nanami hasn’t rubbed one out since his early sorcerer days, he hasn’t needed to, not with you around. You & your saccharine words, you velvety cunt, everything about you got him off in ways you didn’t even know. 

It’s not like you didn’t adore your dear husband, of course you did, how couldn’t you; but Nanami was so observant, so understanding, so sweet. He noticed everything about you. They way your eyes rolled back when he hit that special spot deep in you, how you tugged harshly on his stiff hair when he made you sit on his face for hours, when you sighed dreamily as you sat on his lap, his hands dragging your hips lazily over him. What Nanami felt for you couldn’t be replicated, he was just obsessed with his pretty wife. 

Which led him to seek solace behind the shower curtain; you were sleeping, at least he hoped. He was gloriously naked, soapy, lip tucked tightly under his lip: it was something out of one of the erotica novels he reads. Fisting his cock was nothing like the vice grip of your heavenly cunt, but it would have to do. He growled, something animalistic deep in his throat, so worked up he felt his orgasm coming on far too quickly, his hand meeting his deep thrusts, eyes screwed tight, thoughts of his sweet, pregnant wife flooding his mind. You round & glowing, breasts full & aching for him; it’s a good thing you weren’t here to see him humiliate himself. Worse still, that made his dick twitch at the thought of you watching. God he was worked up. It was taking everything in him not to wantonly moan your name like a horny teenager. 

Nothing could compare to your sweet cunt, but the thought of it alone was doing wonders for him. He wondered when the next time would be that you'd let him fuck another baby into you; the thought of having you in a mean mating press, stuffing load after load into you, watching it spill out before shoving it back in with his fingers, pleas of "Just one more for me, sweetheart, just one more. . ." over & over & over.

He tried to do what he thought you might do if you were here. Of course, his perfect wife would’ve gotten right down on her knees & sucked the soul out of him. But you liked to tease him, as much as you could. . .you didn’t always have the patience. But he traced the veins slowly like you might’ve, wrapped his hand around his pretty tip like you definitely could have, slowed his hands as he came close to his inevitable orgasm like you definitely would’ve.  

He finished unceremoniously, embarrassed still. He finished his shower methodically, trying to put such weakness from his mind, wrapping himself up in a towel that smells like you–get a grip, Kento–face growing hot just at the scent of you. Face growing hotter still when he hears the door creak open, precious you slowly padding over to him. 

But…why did you look so upset? “Gee Kento, I know I was a little fat & sweaty towards the end there, but I didn’t know you planned on jerking off from now on instead of sleeping with your wife.” 

“Wh-what? I didn’t know you were-were ready.” Poor guy, he truly looks guilty. But you give him no sympathy.

“Ken, I’ve practically jumped your bones four times a week since the pregnancy hormones kicked in, of course I want to have sex with you.” 

Nanami smiles softly. Good God it’s been a long two weeks. 

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Satoru Gojo: Pussyjob, oral sex, anal stuff <3

Unfortunately, he doesn’t handle it, at all. Satoru is insatiable, his need is constant, so when you tell him, doe-eyed & apologetic, that the doctor said you can’t have sex for two weeks (two weeks?!), he fears a tear will escape him. But he plasters on a smile; he can’t be anything but incredibly accommodating to his precious girl. As you’re leaving the doctor’s office, though, he can already feel himself chubbing up at your mention of ‘sex.’ Needless to say, it’s going to be a long two weeks. 

Or so he thinks. But of course, you’re dating for a reason; you really are perfect for him. The very next day he’s got you sittin’ pretty for him, riding his dick with your panty-clad pussy, eyes rolling up & back. How could he ever think you’d go two whole weeks without cumming on his dick? 

“Ngh–ne-need you to go faster, ‘Toru, s’not enough,” you pout, hands splaying out across his pecs, nails dragging harshly across his perked up nipples: a punishment, if you will, for taking sooo long to get you off. 

He plays the innocent, teasing you. “Not enough for you? You’re the one who said we should go slow. Doctor’s orders, yeah?” but he speeds up for you anyway, rocking you back & forth, the delicious friction making your head feel heavy. 

But it’s just not right, Satoru thinks. His pretty girl should be cumming on his face, no? You whine at the loss of contact as he drags you up to sit on his face. “‘T-Toru, what—”

“I want it like this,” he purrs against your cunt, slipping your panties to the side, & god you’re so wet for him, just how he likes you. “I want you like this.” & that’s enough, you think. Those words alone are enough to have you gripping the headboard, head thrown back, as you slowly rock back & forth on his tongue. He’s so romantic like this, you think as he places chaste kisses to your thighs, a stark contrast to how he was just burying his entire face in your pussy. He’s humping the air, frenzied, as he tugs you closer, lapping at your cunt like the dog he is, he wants you cumming on him, overwhelmed by it, dumb & sex-brained. He’s got both hands on your hips, pulling you down, down, until he has you squirting right where he wants it. 

& Satoru thinks of himself as selfless, but he’s learned to give & also take with you; so he’s not complaining as you peel off his already stained boxers, he’s not objecting when you nuzzle your face into his balls—in fact, he prays to whatever god is listening in gratitude for his perfect fucking girlfriend—simply resting his head back while you tease the underside of his length with your tongue. He likes the display of it all: you, back arched, looking up at him, tongue darting slowly around his weeping tip. 

“That’s it, sweetie, just like that.” His moans are guttural as you take him down your throat; he’s nothing but a hormonal boy, worried he’s going to cum from the feel of your mouth, warm, wet, sucking. He’s got one of his hands on the back of your head—not pushing, as much as keeping you in place; nose brushing against the unruly strands of hair that sprout at the base of his cock, spit dripping down his balls as you swallow around him. This is how I’ll die, he thinks, but instead he cums—one in the same, really—& you let him put it right where he wants it, all over those pretty tits. That might be his favorite part about you, but he’s not sure, not when your ass is perfect, not when your thighs squeeze his head, not when your hands know him better than he knows himself, & not when your pussy was made for him. 

Of course, there’s only so much you could do without sticking it in. . .but when you suggested playing with his ass, he definitely said no. He did not let you lay him down on his stomach, face down ass up, & even if he did, he certainly didn’t enjoy it when you placed feather-light kisses down his spine until you reached his pretty hole. No, definitely not. . .& he didn’t like it at all when you pressed your thumb in small circles around his tight rim, which in turn did not make him shift uncomfortably, trying—in vain—to relieve any pressure from his rock hard cock. He did not whimper when you asked him in that pretty little voice to spread your legs for me, ‘Toru. His hands were not fisting the sheets & he was not biting his pillow when you pressed your finger against his sweet spot, & most importantly, there’s absolutely no way he came after just the first couple thrusts of your fingers, pushing so perfectly against his prostate. Nah, none of that happened.

But needless to say, Satoru doesn’t mind fulfilling your needs in other ways.

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Suguru Geto: Panty thief <3

Despite his cool demeanor, his complete dominion over you in your bedroom, Suguru is a nasty man. & maybe, deep down (not deep down at all) you knew that much already. . .but you didn’t mind any proof you could get of just how gross you made him. Just how hard he got from the most innocent of things, just how easy it was for him to get off to the simplest fantasies of you. He always seemed so unaffected, so in control, but that’s not at all how he seemed now, just a few days after you’d told he couldn’t put his dick in you.

At first, he seemed fine, no problems; it didn’t take him long to realize just how much he needed you, your pretty moans, your tight cunt, your nails digging into his back, how he missed it, missed you. But he just felt so bad, he didn’t want you to feel like you needed to help & of course you would, you’d never pass up an opportunity to help Suguru felt good; in fact you’re pretty sure there wasn’t anything you liked more in this world. 

But now. . .now he was desperate, he was needy, & he was embarrassed. So he did what any shame-filled man would do. 

You were asleep, you had to be, he’d gotten home so late & had said not to wait for him for this very reason. He had never deemed himself so humiliating, so pathetic, but there really was no other way to describe himself, sifting through your dirty laundry. He had his options, but he wanted one specific pair, the ones you wore when you knew he was going to fuck you, black & lacy. He knew, he just knew, it would be that much better with those, & he remembered the last time you wore them. 

God he doesn’t even have his robes off, he doesn’t need to, the sight of them, the smell of you, has him palming his cock through his clothes. & that’s how he likes it, gross & messy, cock barely sprung out of his briefs, fisting the soft lace around himself. His hand pressed flat against the wall of the bathroom is the only thing keeping him upright, legs going weak at the thought of you. He thinks of you: pretty, naked, legs widened as you try & get yourself off without him, fingers softly pumping in & out of your sweet little cunt, but it’s j-just not the same, Sugu, you’d say. Need you to help me, & the pout you’d give him would be irresistible. The guilt of the act fueling him, it’s never this good, it never used to be. Thank god for you, his perfect girl–

“Are those my panties? You’re such a pervert, Geto.” His eyes dart up, &—he’ll never admit it—the humiliation, the shame heating his face, makes him rock hard (like he wasn’t already), any sense dripping out of the precum leaking from his tip. The door creaks fully open & you’re there, moving his hand off the wall, kissing him like he’s not some sick perv (he is, but you love it), replacing his hand with yours, telling him how cute you think it is, how these are your favorite panties, how he’s so hot like this. & your hand feels so much better than his, so much softer. The way you seem to know him better than he does, you know just how he likes it, your other hand snaking down his chest to squeeze his balls, tracing the pointed veins on his cock, teasing his tip.

“Please, fuck, just like-just like that, fuck,” & you do, you do it just like that until he comes, groaning deep in your ear, the vibrations shooting straight down to your cunt, aching for him.

But he’s back to his cocky self soon after. “I didn’t know you thought me jerking off was so hot,” which is a ridiculous thing to say because of course him jerking off is hot, enough to make you salivate. 

“I didn’t know my dirty panties were such a turn on for you, you perv.”

Why is he getting hard again, damn it?

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Takuma Ino: Dry-humping, vibrator <3

“S-Shit, are you okay?” Ino is pulling you upright, disorienting considering he’d just been stuffing you full of his horse cock mere seconds ago. 

“What do you–oh.” You’re so embarrassed, but you know he would never make you feel bad. You clear your throat. “It’s just my period. I’m sorry Takuma.”

“No, no don’t be sorry, I’m not upset, but. . .are you sure it wasn’t my fault? Like, I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

Your repeated no’s & it’s okay’s do little to soothe the poor guy, he’s so sure he hurt you like he’s worried he would. So he says you guys should cool off for a little while, at least until he’s sure you’re okay. Begrudgingly, you agree, mostly just because you don’t really want to have sex with him on your period anyway. But-but how can you expect your poor boyfriend to go such a long time (not long at all) without cumming, I mean, what’s a guy to do, right? 

He assures you over & over that he’s completely fine, that you don’t need to do this, he promises. 

“But I want to, Ino, wanna make you feel good, like you make me feel.” It’s a miracle, truly, that he doesn’t come from that, right then & there. & you know exactly what you’re doing to him, there’s no way he can deny his girl what she wants, & you know that all too well. 

Plus, how’s he supposed to do anything but whatever you want him to when you’ve got him like this, mindless, head resting on the wood of your headboard, gently grinding down on him, not nearly enough friction for him to come, but certainly more than enough for him to be putty in your hands. 

He doesn't know how long you keep him like this, out of breath & whining for more, hands gripping your hips in an attempt to create more pressure for his poor, weeping cock. He just needs a little more, he thinks, just a little more, a little more & he'll cum for you, all for you, like a good boy. Your good boy.

He’s so sweet like this, so nice, it makes you want to ruin him, though he does a fine job of that himself, succumbing to all the pleasure you give him. The way you roll your hips, how you pull your clothed cunt over his dick, the small smile you keep on your face as you do it. “Please, pl-please, wan’ it, pretty, wan’ it so bad,” he’s begging like he always does, & you're not really sure what he's even asking for, just that he needs it.

“You don’t have to beg for it, Ino, I wanna give it to you,” you smile, devious. You slide his boxers down, slow, teasing, the way he is like this, drooling, throwing his head back over the lightest touch, has you wanting to take your time with him. 

But you’re quick when you want to be, like when you pull your vibrator out of the top drawer next to the bed as you're fisting his cock in your hand. & even though it’s unexpected, & it’s too much, & he can hardly take it, he does, like the good boy he is. You make sure to tell him as you press the vibrator to his balls, stroking his cock all sweet-like. “My pretty boy, Ino, you’re doing so good. Always so good for me.” Teasing his sensitive tip, you trail the vibrator down his length, relishing in his pretty little whines, his ah-ah-ah’s as you rub your hand over his poor, abused cock-head. Mouth agape, the most filthy moans & whines spill from his lips. 

His cock twitching each time you let the vibrator ghost around his tip, it takes everything he’s got not to thrash around in you sheets when you tease him like that. He hates it when you do that, right? So why can’t he find it in himself to stop you? 

“You like it, Ino? Huh?” God, how could you ask him that, he can’t think right now, & you just coo & smile at him, awaiting his answer. He looks down at you with dewy eyes, on the verge of tears because of course it’s good. What a stupid question.

“Ngh–it’s good, s-so, so good, s’too much, s’good,” he cries, babbling, incoherent. Muscles on his thighs clenching as he tries to suppress his orgasm but the poor boy just can’t take it anymore. It’s all “too much” & “g-gonna cum.” He grips your wrist as he cums, unable to handle such stimulation, because like he said, it’s all too much. & yet, he’ll let you do it again. . .whenever you want.

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Toji Fushiguro: Messy head <3

Toji loves you more than anything, even if he’s a little bitch when it comes to telling you so. He does, he really, really does love you. But, instead of telling you that, he just likes to fuck your throat & tell you that you’re taking it so well. 

You all but moan when he pushes you down on your knees. “Who said I have to use your cunt, sweet thing?” He’s in his underwear, precum staining the front of him, as well as your saliva whilst you gently lick his tip through the cotton fabric. He doesn’t like it when you tease him (sure he doesn’t), but he lets you have your fun. Your fingers graze over his abdomen, your eyes fixated on his growing bulge, raking your nails down his sensitive thighs, while he holds back a whine. “Just fucking suck it already, woman.” 

You snap the waistband of his boxers. “Be nice, Toji,” you warn, but it was an empty threat. 

“Whatever, just, j-jus’—hah, fuck–” You fist him roughly, dry, smirking as you do. He’s getting ready to scold you again, but you don’t give him the chance, taking him in your mouth, sucking hard on his red, leaky tip. Flattening your tongue against his cock. It was never easy to suck Toji off, but that was your favorite part; you liked a challenge. It didn’t necessarily feel good, but you moaned around him anyway because you knew he liked it. You always did all the things he liked & it drove him fucking nuts just how well you knew him. Playing with his tightening balls as you kitten-licked his tip, fisting the base of his cock as you began to take him in your mouth, over & over & over. . .god, he’d let you suck his cock all day. Who gives a shit about a refractory period? In fact, he’d let you suck it soft because that’s just the type of weird shit you’d be into. 

It was so messy, always messy with you, spit was accumulating on the base of his cock, & his pelvis, watching a string of spit connect from the base to your small hands & lips. . .Much to his dismay, you popped off his dick, continuing to stroke him with your hand. “Just do it, Toji.”

“Wh-what the fuck’re you talkin’ about?” You give him a deadpan look. But you didn’t feel like giving him the satisfaction; you grabbed his hand & guided it to the crown of your head before sucking him back in your mouth, & he took it as the invitation he knew it was. “Aww, you just wanted my help, sweet thing.” 

Bold of him to tease you whilst he was balls deep in your throat, but you digress. You dig your nails into his thighs, rubbing your legs together as you try to alleviate some of the neediness between your thighs. “That’s it,” he groans as you take him particularly deep. Throwing his head back when you trace your finger down further than it’s supposed to go, teasing him how he hates (loves). 

At some point, it gets a little too much for him: your hands are too loose, your mouth is too tight, & fuck he's gonna cum in your mouth right now if you keep swirling your tongue like that.

You used to cry, used to gag around him, used to tap your hand on his abs, but now you just took it like Toji’s pretty girl, letting him fist your scalp & bob your head up & down for you, let him hold you down on his length for a bit, let him babble his nonsense as he cums. He doesn’t even have to ask if you’ll swallow it all for him because of course you will. 

“‘Atta fucking girl, there she is,” he preens when you take his whole length in your mouth, choking a little, but not much. See, he’s got you trained right up, he’s shown you just how he likes it. & what does he like, you ask? When you make a filthy fucking mess. He doesn't help by any means, he just cums so much, there's nothing you can do but let it slip from the corners of your mouth & spill down your chin. It's straight out of the fucking porn Shiu sends him. It's disgusting, but Toji prefers it that way. He brings your face up to his, kissing you all sticky & sweet: his sweet thing.

“Give me ten minutes & then do that again, for fuck’s sake,” he rasps, breathing hard, still holding your chin.

You grin, shit-eating, “Only if you say please.”

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LOOKING FOR SOME MORE? MASTERLIST <3

LOOKING FOR SOMETHING SPECIFIC? ASK <3

[curatorcreator]

MASTERLIST <3

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CHECK SHOWTIMES AT YOUR THEATRES

IF SOMETHING IS MISSING A LINK, IT HASN'T BEEN POSTED YET, BUT IT IS A QUICKLY UPCOMING POST!

IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING SPECIAL & DON'T SEE IT, ASK & YE SHALL RECEIVE!

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JJK: SMAU

COLD BED: now playing <3 | They wake up & you’re not there, whatever will they do without you? | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong, Suguru Geto, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

COQUETTISH: now playing <3 | pink bows & ribbon | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

GRIEF: now playing <3 | Texts between you two after losing a loved one | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong, Sukuna Ryomen, Toji Fushiguro

HALLOWEEN: now playing <3 | Sending them a picture of your Halloween costume (pre/early relationship) | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

HARD TIMES: now playing <3 | you happen to notice the JJK men getting hard in public…& you can’t pass up the opportunity to tease them | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

MOVING ON: now playing <3 | Asking them if they would they date anyone if you passed away | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

SICK & WHINY: now playing <3 | The manflu is real | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong, Suguru Geto, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

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JJK: DRABBLES, ONESHOTS: NOW PLAYING <3

CHOSO KAMO <3

LATE: now playing <3 | Choso's a simple man with simple desires, & a morning meeting with Gojo & Yaga doesn't typically fit into those desires. . .not when he wakes up to you in his bed

HIROMI HIGURUMA <3

KIYOTAKA IJICHI <3

HEAD OVER HEELS: now playing <3 | Kiyotaka just can't stand it when pretty girl wears heels for him, so he kneels

KENTO NANAMI <3

SATORU GOJO <3

LIKE A GOOD NEIGHBOR: now playing <3 | Satoru needs help with a sensitive issue & you’re the only person he can think to ask. Won’t you help him?

SHIU KONG <3

SHOKO IEIRI <3

GOOD SAMARITAN: now playing <3 | Shoko is a good person. . .maybe not nice or the life of the party, but she’s a doctor, a good samaritan; so when she meets you who so desperately needs her help, she just has to say yes, whether you're asking for it or not REQUEST

SUGURU GETO <3

SUKUNA RYOMEN <3

TAKUMA INO <3

ART: now playing <3 | Takuma thinks kissing you is truly a form of art

TOJI FUSHIGURO <3

SORRY: now playing <3 | Toji just wants you to know how very, very sorry he is | Starring: Toji Fushiguro

MUTLI-CHARACTER

ALL BARK, NO BITE: now playing <3 | Satoru & Suguru have been fighting over you for a long time, but maybe finally, they’ll learn how to share | Starring: Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto REQUEST

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JJK HEADCANONS: NOW PLAYING <3

ADVANTAGE: now playing <3 | You’re just so naive. . .it’s nearly impossible for them not to take advantage of you | Starring: Hiromi Higuruma, Shiu Kong + Toji Fushiguro, Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino

ANYTHING BUT IT: now playing <3 | How does your man handle non-penetrative sex? | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

BREAKFAST, LUNCH, & DINNER PT. 1: now playing <3 | The JJK men tend to have a healthy appetite when it comes to you | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Sukuna Ryomen, Toji Fushiguro

BREAKFAST, LUNCH, & DINNER PT. 2: now playing <3 | The JJK men tend to have a healthy appetite when it comes to you | Starring: Hiromi Higuruma, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong, Suguru Geto, Takuma Ino

CALLING ALL THE MONSTERS PT. 1: now playing <3 | Your men are downright monsters, & they’re not ashamed to prove it | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, SatoSugu

CALLING ALL THE MONSTERS PT. 2: now playing <3 | Your men are downright monsters, & they’re not ashamed to prove it | Starring: Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

DIRTY LAUNDRY PT. 1: now playing <3 | THE JJK characters & what turns them on | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen, Toji Fushiguro

DIRTY LAUNDRY PT. 2: now playing <3 | THE JJK characters & what turns them on | Starring: Hiromi Higuruma, Shiu Kong, Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Takuma Ino

IN ANOTHER LIFE PT. 1: now playing <3 | If they weren’t sorcerers & murderers, where might you find them? | Starring: Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong, Geto Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, Toji Fushiguro

IN ANOTHER LIFE PT. 2: now playing <3 | If they weren’t sorcerers & murderers, where might you find them? | Starring: Choso Kamo, Hiromi Higuruma, Shoko Ieiri, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

MELODIC: now playing <3 | What music do they play when you two get to it? | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong, Suguru Geto, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

THE NEWLYWEDS: coming to theatres October 17 <3 | You thought your husband's insatiable appetite would simmer down after the honeymoon, but if anything, it's getting worse. . . | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

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JJK: SERIES

CLUB: check for showtimes at your theatre <3 | You’re a dancer-for-hire at the most infamous, exclusive club in Tokyo, & you happen to be in very high demand all of a sudden. When your boss hands you your list of clientele this week, you’re not sure how you’ll make it out on the other side. You’ll just have to hope they take it easy on you. . .(this series stars Choso Kamo, Hiromi Higuruma, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto, Shiu Kong, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro, & Sukuna Ryomen).

Note! Most of my series can be read in any order & do not follow a "plotline" or have an actual story to them; however, I strongly recommend reading this series in order of parts, otherwise things may be confusing, & definitely start with the prologue!

PROLOGUE <3

PART 1: SWEET TART <3

PART 2: LEGAL ADVICE <3

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OTHER

JJK PORN LINKS: by popular demand, now playing <3 | Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong, Suguru Geto, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro REQUEST

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[curatorcreator]

when you suddenly catch a nasty cold

gn!reader ft. todo, bkg, kiri, and (hearts in my eyes) shinsou

i am so ill and these are so silly, indulge me :,) 600ish words ea.

Todoroki starts to cry when you joke about dying.

He’s bought more flowers than can fit into your little apartment, picked up your prescriptions, tissues, juice, a heating pad, cleaned your kitchen, tucked you in– he paged the fucking family physician– but watching you shiver under a heavy duvet, surrounded by all the things that are supposed to help you get better, ignites a fear he didn’t know that he had. They aren’t working. You’re still sick because of course you are, and he can’t bring himself to move more than an arm’s length away from you because what if– if he leaves and–

“Shoto?”

“Yes,” his response is immediate when you pull him from the ether. Always is.

I’m not going anywhere,” you croak, too conscious of how strange your voice sounds, “so you don’t have to stay with me all day.”

“I don’t mind.”

Todoroki is a wonderful boyfriend but when was the last time he went to the bathroom?

“You must be bored.”

He leans over you from his spot at the side of your bed and runs a blessedly too-cold hand across your forehead. Bored? Like he could calm down enough for that. “I can’t relax when you’re like this.”

You’d roll your eyes if they ached less, at your beautiful boyfriend and his cluelessly shoujo declarations of love framed by no fewer than two whole flower shops worth of camellias. He turns his hand over to palm your cheeks and wipe the water from your puffy eyes.

“Would you like me to leave?”

You shake your head, smiling under the weight of an overkill of blankets and the heavy dip from his butt at the edge of your mattress. You’re inclined to reach a hand out to grab it, but you don’t have the energy to raise your head let alone fondle your boyfriend.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with in my final hours,” you rasp, joking, obviously joking.

This cold is something evil, chills, aches, snot– the works. But you couldn’t ask for a better nurse. A gentle, thoughtful, sexy, temperature controlled man, a man you would raze the city for, whose hand fits so perfectly in yours and who– whose trembling? You blink back up.

Todoroki’s features don’t shift or soften, his lip doesn’t quiver, but a tear does slip down his cheeks from those pool cool eyes– one after the next until his jaw is lined with them all patiently waiting to fall from his chin.

“Why, why why?” You panic and try to sit up but he comes to you. Todoroki cups your hand tightly in a hot and cold grip and bows over his own lap to rest his head in yours.

“You’re not going to die.”

“What?”

“I promise.”

“Sho, what– no of course I’m not. What’s wrong, baby?”

Your voice is so weak that he has no other choice than to sit back up and reach for the cold compress. He wipes his eyes with renewed determination when he turns back around, “I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, Sho. ’m not going anywhere, promise.”

And when the Todoroki family doctor lets himself in, he does consider coming back another time at the sight of you, finally comfortable under a mountain of fabric, and your love curled around you asleep on top of the blankets.

———

It’s not until you genuinely collapse that Bakugou realizes something is wrong. He didn’t even hit you that hard.

“You’re wide open today!” The restless pro looms across the arena, grinning. You both come to the agency’s underground ring on Saturdays to train and he’s blasted you clear across the room like he’s actually working for a paycheck.

There wasn’t any amount of money you would have accepted to get out of bed this morning but Bakugou, a less than casual hookup from work, accidentally spent the night and the surprisingly sleep soft rumble of his voice, the gentle kneed of palms as he pulled you back against his body under dawn light– was, persuasive.

The sooner we finish, the sooner I can go home and nurse this headache.

Headache. Naive self-convincing circles your head as you pull yourself to your feet like spinning stars from a goddamned cartoon. This is not a headache. Standing was fine a second ago, and the floor was fine a second ago, but the move from floor to feet fills your sinuses with sudden pressure and immediately the arena starts to swirl.

“C’mon twinkle toes, you’re– Y/n– shit–”

You’re not interested in where that sentence ends today and you blessedly don’t have to hear it because your ears have filled with cotton and you’re sinking back down to your knees. You’ve been congested like this before– it’ll pass in a minute or two, you know how it goes and you’re only embarrassed by the fact you were down so bad for your teammate this morning that you didn’t realize how your body had started to feel.

The vertigo eases somewhat when you rest your head on the ground, but Bakugou has cleared the empty room and already has his domineering hands all over you. “Y/n? Y/n– do not close your eyes.”

“‘m not concussed, Kats.” But you know the explosive hero’s first fear isn’t exactly a head trauma. “You didn’t hurt me,” you add.

“Doesn’t narrow it down shitforbrains,” the aggressive tone doesn’t match his anxious hold though, and you melt a little when he kneels and pulls you into his lap, “if I didn’t hurt you then what’s wrong?”

Bakugou definitely doesn’t like the way your head seems too heavy for your neck and tilts himself back just enough for you to lean it against his chest. You look so fucking uncomfortable, scowling, eyes pinched closed. “What hurts?” He rasps as he moves to feel your temperature but his palms are sweating hard from a few quirk ignitions so he stalls, and lowers his forehead to yours instead. You’re soft where he touches you, warm in his hands.

You just need to sit, you don't need the #2 hero to cradle you in his arms like a corpse on the battlefield. Your eyes squeeze shut harder as a tiny wave rocks you in the dark and then suddenly one ear releases. “Think I’m getting sick,” you breathe. Carmel in and relief out. “It’s my head–”

“Head hurts?”

“I’m just stuffed up, I–” the other ear releases, “— just dizzy.”

Bakugou sits on his heels, perched. Should he pick you up? It’s terrifying to watch– you, his teammate, a capable hero, suddenly unable to stand.

But as the pressure behind your eyes levels out you can lift your head without discomfort. You can bring your arms up around Bakugou’s shoulders and settle your fingers in his hair. Bring him back down from where he’s tried to pull away.

Your foreheads bump again, “I’m okay.”

He growls, “I don’t believe you.”

So the hero takes you home. He makes sure you’re horizontal and goddamned tucked in before he slips from your front door and scares the shit out of you an hour later with a vice grip on some grocery bags and your apartment keys slipped around his middle finger. It’s almost romantic, the way he snaps at you to hold still while he dabs antiseptic on your scratches from sparring, or glares venom from behind the stove when you hobble to the kitchen to see what smells so good.

———

When Kirishima lets himself in and you’re asleep on the kitchen floor, worry overrides his confusion.

You won’t pick up his calls, but he’s never missed a movie night and he’s not about to start today. He throws your front door open with his copy of your apartment key and kicks off his gym crocs as loudly as he can manage so you might hear him come in. The last thing he wants is to startle you.

But you’re the one who nearly kills him when he slips through the genkan, arms full of snacks and catches sight of your slippered foot stretched out on the ground around the corner.

He’s on his hands and knees faster than he can even take a full step, dropping bottles and soft melon bread from his arms as he scrambles to where you must be lying lifeless on the other side of the entrance.

“Y/n–! Ah, huh.”

And you are, in a way, lifeless on the ground, but you’re breathing. And smiling? Curled up on the white tiles in front of the sink cabinet.

“Y/n?” Kirishima doesn’t wait to ponder, instead placing a hand on the side of your head to check for concussion, wound, vertebral injury—But you coo, something completely unintelligible, and you’re much too warm. You tilt your face into his palm and every inch of you is hotter, damper than the next.

“Y/n? C’mon on back to me Y/n, gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

Maybe it’s the chill of the floor or the addition of his other hand cupping your cheek, but your lashes heft apart just enough to register who it is trying to resuscitate you in the kitchen.

“Ei?”

Kirishima, always handy in a fire, has every hospital route an EMT could ever need memorized from all his volunteer work with the fire department and mentally tracks each one as you try to form a sentence.

“shouldn’t be here, Eiji, m’sick.”

“What?”

“flu,” you murmur and pull your hands to your side to try and rise. Kirishima doesn’t register anything not directly related to whether or not you’re suffering from blunt force trauma– except for the fact he could recall the exact date and time your dream drowsy smile falls and perks back up again tonight for the next fifty years.

“–tried to text you,” you manage as the redhead helps you sit up. The sentence comes out in gasps instead of coughs as you try to spare the air of any extra germs, “I can’t watch the movie tonight."

He laughs with pent up anxiety and simultaneous relief– he’s taken that charming fireman’s knee at your side and you wish in your flu-addled state that you’d stayed unconscious long enough for him to hoist you into his arms. Instead, Kirishima places both of his big soft hands back around your face to brush away the dust and crumbs.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“got hungry,” you admit because you know it’ll make him smile, and with his face this close to yours you’ll be able to watch the skin around his eyes crinkle up too. “Then tired, little dizzy. I just needed to sit for a bit.”

His eyes do crinkle up. And his teeth bit at his lip like he’s trying not to be amused.

“Y/n, you are very sick. And very sweaty.” And the sweetheart, the biggest crush you’ve ever had, your closest friend, the man you dreamed of on the kitchen floor, asks if he can carry you to the bath.

———

Why are you breathing so hard? Shinsou is the only pro in the office that you can’t hide a fucking thing from. Maybe it’s because he works primarily in the underground– observant– that it’s obvious, the way you wobble on your feet when your eyes are closed too long, or the sudden effort it takes you just to climb the stairs.

How can he focus on paperwork with you trying to subtly catch your breath in every hallway? None of your sidekicks are brave enough to ask why you wore a mask to work today, but it’s summer and the air pollution gets bad enough that some of them have to too. Are they really all that stupid? Has he done the worst hiring job of any pro in the city?

“Shinsou,” you murmur across the now-empty end of day office and he whips around because god knows how many times you’ve tried to get his attention while he’s been off in space.

“Yeah boss?”

Your voice is rough with sick when you reply and it would be so fucking sexy if it didn’t remind him to be so anxious about your wellbeing. “I’ve told you not to call me that, haven’t been my sidekick for years,” and then you’re smiling even as you hold back a cough, “makes me feel old.”

“You are older than me.”

“By a year!” you sputter and then your lungs take over, heaving and hacking so hard you have to double over your desk to steady your forehead against something. Shinsou’s on his feet immediately, navigating the office in sweats and his capture gear.

What happened? This morning it was just a tickle at the top of your throat but the aches sank from your head, down your spine, and flooded through your body just as quickly as the sun’s shadow crawls across a stone. Which is to say, all day long and all too slowly to realize you probably should have called in sick.

“Here.” A cool hand materializes on the back of your neck and you roll your head to the side to check what exactly has arrived for you. With his free hand Shinsou presses a paper water cup forward, which you’d love to take if you had the energy to pull your mask down.

“went to school together n’ everything,” you breathe.

“Boss, you should go home for the night, I’ll– I can finish this paperwork.”

By now the dark-eyed hero has sunk slowly into a crouch beside your chair and keeps a careful hand on your back to ensure you don’t slip to the floor sideways one way or the other. Thank god he sent the rookies home because stupid or otherwise, you'd have to be braindead not to notice this adoration that he can’t seem to get a handle on.

“Shinsou,” you murmur again, just as sexily as last time and he feels just as much if not more shame at how lovely it is to hear you call to him sweet and low, “I can’t get up.”

“What?”

That’s it though. There’s no trick or test. Shinsou has a fucked up sleep schedule from all his overnight patrols so he always stays in the office late, but you? You’ve been trying to rally for the last two hours and now you’ve used all your energy teasing a man whose eyes go bright every time you say his name. It serves you right, collapsing at your desk after using the last of your strength to squeeze as many Shinsous as you could into an evening.

“call me a taxi?”

He rises to his feet, “Will you even be able to get up your front steps?”

“sure hope so.”

“Do you feel nauseous?” He’s shuffling around the room now, plucking keys from hooks, and you watch him sideways with your head still resting in the day’s paperwork. “You gonna aspirate if I let you go home alone?”

“if god’s feeling extra silly”

He scoffs to hide the smile. Shinsou returns to your side to lay his faded denim jacket over your shoulders and then crouches again at eye level.

“Y/n,” he urges, and rests a hand to the back of your head to get your attention, “If I carry you downstairs, will you be able to hold onto me?”

Downstairs is a bluff. With you snug and mostly unconscious between his jacket and his back, Shinsou carries you home. Face full of your clothes, hair, quirk, whatever’s getting in his eyes, under the stars, and down back streets to avoid any publicity, the hero tries to walk gently enough that you don’t whimper from the impact of his steps.

“Thank you Toshi,” you whisper just when he thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep and the big bad underground pro almost stumbles hard enough to fly.

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The “Who’s Your  Daddy?” KiriBaku Fic Rec List

I present to you just a small list of KiriBaku Daddy Kink/Sugar Daddy/Dom-Sub fics for your enjoyment. All are HIGHLY recommended and rated EXPLICIT( No, sweet babies under 18, you should not venture any further).

As always, please be kind and share your love with the incredible authors who poured themselves into these works. Kudos are fantastic and shouting out your love & adoration literally feeds our beloved writers’ souls… which in turn, helps inspire more of the tremendous fics we all crave!! Do yourselves a favor and read these, relish in the phenomenal creations , and *PLEASE REBLOG* (even if you’ve read these), as someone out there might not have and these writers deserve ALL the attention they can get!!!

That’s All You Ever Have To Say ~ Arxaris

Aged Up, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy! Kirishima, Sugar Baby! Bakugou, Light Dom/Sub, Collars

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19153039

Peace Of Mind ~ Arxaris

Pt. 2 of That’s All You Ever Have To Say

Aged Up, Est. Relationship, Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy Kirishima, Sugar Baby Bakugou, Light Dom/Sub, Top Kirishima, Bottom Bakugou, Lingerie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19471876

Tell Me I’m Yours ~ Arxaris

Future fic, Light Dom/Sub, Pining Bakugou, Getting Together, Oh My God They Were Roomates, Praise Kink, Masturbation, Blow Jobs

***I’ve already rec’d this on a previous list, but fuck it, Arx is an amazing writer and her fics are to die for… If you haven’t read anything by her yet, you are missing out and I suggest you rectify that situation IMMEDIATELY ;)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18803488

Payback, Baby ~ Arxaris

Pt. 2 of Tell Me I’m Yours

Est. Relationship, Top Kirishima, Bottom Bakugou, Bakugou Katsuki is a tease

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19378474

Don’t Lie To Me ~ Arxaris

Light Dom/Sub, Possessive Sex, Aged Up, Top Kiri, Bottom Baku, Jealous Sex

*** Okay, If you haven’t noticed a trend, lemme spell it out… Arxaris is my writer crush, end of story. This particular drabble was a Birthday gift from her and it is so damn delicious (I’m totally NOT biased!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19198795

Hurt So Good ~ FoolishFortuna for Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism

Professional Dom Bakugou,  Sub Kirishima, BDSM, Strangers to Lovers

(In Progress)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18150611

Sweet As Cherry Pie ~ beebuzz (Work In Progress)

AU-College/University, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Sugar Daddy Kirishima, Sugar Baby Bakugou

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19475980/chapters/46359991

Such A (Perfect) Brat ~ KTG

AU-Sugar Baby, Sugar Daddy Kirishima, Sugar Baby Bakugou, Porn w/o Plot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19056691

Get You More ~ Kinkos

PWP, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub Undertones

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12529744

The Game ~ FiveElfdancer42

Daddy Kink, Bad Dirty Talk, Awkward Flirting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18082088

Ask Me Get Anything That You Want ~ Moment_Of_Tangency

Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, PWP, Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Sugar Daddy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12337734

Memories ~ Aryagraceling

Est. Relationship, Light Dom/Sub, PWP, Top Kiri, Bottom Baku

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15746601

Bakushima/ Fucking Use and Abuse Me, Bakery Boy ~ Anotherangstygirl

Kink filled to the brim… I’m not personally into every kink in this, buuut someone just might be!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15970253/chapters/37250501

Good Puppy ~ Deviance for Bakukat

Puppy Play, Dom Kiri, Top Kiri, Sub Baku, Bottom Baku, Gentle Sex, After Care, Praise Kink

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14858082

My Best Friend’s Hot ~ Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism

Light Dom/Sub, Angst w/ A Happy Ending, Light Bondage, Top Kiri, Bottom Baku

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14432880

Take Me With You, I Start To Miss You ~ Poteto

Light Dom/Sub, Dirty Talk, Spanking, Praise Kink, Light Angst w/Happy Ending

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8257667

Kneel ~ Deviance

Light Dom/Sub, Kneeling, Getting Together, Top Kiri, Bottom Baku, Aged Up, AU-Pro Heroes, Porn w/Feelings, Praise Kink

***I know, I know… most rec lists out there already have this listed… but hell, I’m going to also, as I don’t wish for anyone to miss this incredible fic!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18419600

That about wraps it up… if anyone has any additional rec’s to add to this list, PLEASE share!!

@arxaris @maplefudge @maraudermonkey