#SLAP HIS ASS AND SLIT HIS THROAT!!!!

[sacred-treasure]

smut, 18+, mdni

nasty!toji who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

toji gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy. “asked you a question,” he barks in a sharp tone, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, toji!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

nasty!toji who lets his tongue wander when he’s going down on you, slipping inside your ass and feeling your pussy clench around his fingers that are still stuffing your cunt full. “quit squirmin’, mama,” he pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, just to meanly slap your pussy twice before spreading your thighs further.

his tongue licking around your puckered hole, the one no one’s touched, “gonna let me be your first doll? want me to fill you up the way no man ever has?” his voice deep and rough, eyes flaring with something possessive, getting off on corrupting you.

nasty!toji who fucks you hard just to see you squirt on his chest. his thrusts are nothing short of cruel, swollen tip pushing against your abused g spot over and over again. you feel the pressure building, your thighs threatening to close from the intense feeling but toji won’t have it.

no, his calloused palms are shoving your legs apart and driving his hips even harder into the same spot. you try to warn him, voice wavering with each rough crash of his pelvis against your ass, but he only presses his hand down on your lower stomach, amplifying the sensation until you finally spray.

his chest is glistening from your gushing pussy and you feel a wave of embarrassment knowing you’re the direct cause for the sheen on his abs. before you can think too much about it, toji’s pulling out and diving face first into your cunt.

he licks at your folds, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your juices continue to flood his face despite you trying your hardest to make it stop. he runs his face back and forth across your silky skin and groans hoarsely, basking in your taste as he shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“toji!! s’ too much—fuck!” you cry out, muscles giving out as you try to push his head away. he pulls his head back only to spit on your pussy, giving her two more rushed licks before sitting up on his knees once more, stroking his cock and fucking you right back in the same rhythm, a dirty combination of slick and squirt decorating the lower half of his face, coating his lips and that damn scar you love so much.

nasty!toji who fucks you in missionary just to watch you cry. the way he rams his cock into you is nothing short of mean, his eyes half lidded in lust and his fingers intertwined with your own as he holds them above your head. you’re rendered helpless, forced to take every rough thrust of his hips even when it’s too much. your cunt begins clenching around him too tight, the slight pain that the stretch of his fat cock gives you growing more intense with each relentless thrust.

you can’t even help the big tears welling up in your lash line or your bottom lip quivering as you begin to pout at him. “t-toji, it’s too deep. fuck, you’re too deep!” you begin to whine out, head turning back and forth against the plush pillow, body being run for all its worth and feeling the twitches throughout your frame in an unfamiliar pattern—you’re at your limit. and he’s still not through.

“just gotta make sure i get all of it, you know this, ma,” his nose is dragging along the column of your throat, his balls slapping wetly against your ass as he ensures every inch of his cock is snug inside your overstimulated pussy. your eyes shut and the tears begin to fall, your heels digging into the dip of his spine to pull him even deeper, body conflicting itself and somehow still begging for more.

“there she is, that’s—shit—that’s my good girl,” he praises once he feels you pulling him in even closer, head pulling back to look you in the eyes before flattening his tongue against your jaw, licking all the way up your cheek and savoring the salty taste of your tears.

“taste so sweet when you’re cryin’ for it. this poor little pussy can’t get enough even with all your whinin’,” his words are punctuated with a rumbly chuckle before he begins lapping at the opposite side of your face. his wet tongue moves slowly across your skin, the humiliation causing soft sobs to fall from your swollen lips but his hips never stop moving. his leaky tip rams against your cervix with each thrust while he presses a wet kiss to the corner of your eye. “so pretty when you cry, just makes me wanna fuck a baby into ‘ya.”

nasty!toji who can’t help himself from eating his own cum out of your pussy. he’d long since lost count of how many times he felt your cunt flutter around him, coming over and over from his insatiable desire to fuck you for all he’s worth. he didn’t give you time to recover after an orgasm, and if you’re honest, you can’t be sure you can tell the difference between one ending and the next one washing over your overstimulated body.

toji had inhumane stamina and sex happened to be one of the places it showcases the best. he can go for hours, never getting bored of your broken moans ringing through his ears or that frothy ring of your cum that coats the base of his dick. but when he does finally come, it doesn’t mean he’s anywhere close to being done with you.

nasty!toji fills you with so much of his cum that it can’t possibly all fit inside of your poor, abused pussy. it spills out even with him still driving his hips forward to push it deeper, making a mess of your thighs and his heavy balls as it overflows. toji simply doesn’t care and groans out in a raspy tone as he feels his orgasm last longer than normal, his cock somehow still filling you with more of his hot, sticky load.

when he eventually pulls out, he’s immediately dropping to his stomach and pushing the backs of your thighs towards your chest. you’ve never looked so messy before, he’s sure of it, as he licks up the thick stream of white pouring out of your sloppy folds. his eyes shut as he revels in the taste of your combined cum, bumping your clit with his nose while his tongue laps at your quivering entrance as he cleans up the mess he made of you.

[kitteninabunker]

dork!reader fucking the entire football team in the locker room after they win their big game!

"can you take dick, pretty girl?" quarterback!gojo asked as his thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip. you looked up at all 5 of them—gojo, toji, sukuna, choso, geto—standing above you in their tall, towering frames over your smaller body which made your cunt clench pathetically around nothing. you still wore glasses with lenses that made your actual eyes twice as big, your teeth are covered in oversized braces which earned you the nickname "metal mouth" throughout the school, you still haven't gotten that acne under control from your earlier years, so what exactly made you special enough to get split open by the hottest guys in school?

their popular cheerleader girlfriends would totally want you dead for this, but you can't think about that once your bra is torn off of you, your skirt hiked up and your panties pushed to the side, and each of your holes are being filled with a throbbing cock. being athletes, they had an insane stamina that your school-lunch-fueled body couldn't keep up with, the locker room filled with the sound of gojo's hip snapping roughly against your plush ass as his cock fills your asshole, sukuna suckling your boob as you lay on top of him so he can fuck that wet little cunt, and the icky choking noises spilling from your throat as choso shoves his entire cock into your tight mouth. you can feel both of their dicks rubbing against each other as they fucked you violently—your perineum is only so thick :(

you can feel tears burning in your eyes as you struggle to fit choso’s dick into your mouth as your nose is buried into his thick patch of pubic hair, your cheek bulges out in a cock shape as his fat, leaking tip hits the back of your throat. "mmmph!" you yelp around choso's pulsing shaft, feeling the burn in your skin from gojo curling his fingernails into the flesh of your ass, sukuna's tip kissing your cervix with each upward thrust. the others beat their dicks as they stand around you, leaking precum into your hair and onto your bare skin. sukuna's large, tattooed arms hug your lower back as he presses you down against him, making you feel so stuffed with his twitching cock, threatening to spill an entire load of his cum inside of you.

choso pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, his stiff cock flinging up and slapping his abdomen as a line of spit connects your plump lips to his swollen tip. you cough, barely having time to catch your breath before toji's rough hand grips your face and forces it still so he can shove his own dick between your parted lips. you feel gojo pulling out as your tightest hole contracts, leaving sukuna's greedy dick all alone inside of you before geto takes his place, pressing the fat head of his cock into your abused anus before sinking in with a low groan—using gojo's precum to slip inside of you easier. he sinks his cock deep into your ass, his groan vibrating against your sweat-slick skin as he stretches you open even further.

sukuna, still buried inside of your slit, clicks his tongue as he feels your cunt fluttering around him. "tch. greedy little thing." he sneers, his fingers digging bruises into your cheeks as he slams harder up into you, forcing you to take him even deeper. choso watches, pumping his cock in slow, lazy strokes, your spit glistening along his length as his dark eyes drink in the depravity before him. "fuck, she looks good like this," he murmurs, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. "completely fucking used."

your body tightens at his words, pleasure sparking deep in your core as you feel sukuna's pace grow erratic. he's close, you can feel it in the way his thrusts lose rhythm, his cock throbbing inside your soaked cunt. "aaah, fuck." sukuna groans, moving one arm to press your head into the curve of his neck and shoulder. your body is a wreck, throat raw, holes stretched, your clit throbbing violently and neglected. toji keeps fucking your mouth without mercy, his thick cock bullying past the tight clutch of your throat, groaning as your gagging only makes him harder. tears spill down your cheeks, mixing with the spit dribbling down your chin—but he doesn't care, none of them do.

toji grips your hair, forcing you down until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, and with a deep, guttural groan, he cums. thick, hot spurts shoot down your throat, and you swallow instinctively, choking around his length as he holds you there, making sure you take every drop. sukuna isn't far behind. his grip on your hips tightens, a sharp growl escaping his lips as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you with his release. you shudder, walls fluttering around him, and that's all it takes for geto to snap-his hands grip your ass, slamming in deep before spilling his own load inside your tightest hole, groaning as he feels your body milk him dry.

choso strokes himself faster, watching your fucked-out body trembling, and with a deep grunt, he lets go-ropes of cum splattering across your face, dripping down your cheeks, your lips, your chin. you barely have time to breathe before sukuna pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks from your swollen pussy. "messy little slut," he hums, smirking as he drags two fingers through the sticky mix, pushing it back inside you just to watch you squirm. toji chuckles, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "think she can go again?"

gojo's still catching his breath as he grins lazily. "oh, she will."

[screampied]

✩ㅤ cw. fem! reader, size difference, choking, size kinks, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, full nelson, mdni.

play fighting with suguru which later turns into him having you in a full nelson.

“awww, c’mon. don’t tap out on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs against the soft shell of your ear, hearing you sweetly gasp at the gaping barrage he creates with his thick cock. just a few moments ago—you were on top of him and now you were being stuffed full, legs dangling and weakly being held hostage while a beefy arm of his slings around your throat. your body collapses backward as you’re just idly bouncing on his lap, feeling each of his bulky muscles flex and twitch behind you. “biiiig stretch, fuck there we go. mhm, my baby’s all nice ‘n flexible.” he gruffs, peppering a few sultry kisses near the open curvature of your neck. you moan, feeling the secure grasp of his broad hands move from its original placement, gluing under the cracks of your thighs.

he’s got you in such a risqué position, your body continues to jostle against his, feeling his carved hard abs rub off against your skin. “ngh, suguru,” you squawk, and your hooded eyes peer down at yourself taking him in fully. his base had a pretty sheeny tan, resuming to pump in and out of you, already blissfully bottoming out. you felt him everywhere—and he’s just holding you upright with two burly arms, locking his arms under your plush pretty thighs. “ ‘m gonna cum again, fuck.”

with a husky snicker, he deepens his thrusts against you by moving his hands toward your rickety hips. a cunning simper spreads against his lips before he ghosts a few silvery slick fingers down your sopping wet slit. “well yeah, with a weak pussy like this, bet you are. you poor thing.”

your jaw couldn’t help but loosely hang itself open as he’s just ruthlessly lodged inside of your cunt, creeping a swollen fat thumb near your puffy hood to toy and flick with it some more.

his touch to you was like electricity, and you were very much on the verge of breaking. he was so thick — insanely thick, geto’s pearly poking crownhead mercilessly drags in and out of your pasty walls and you recognize the delicious curve of his dick all too well.

your moans grow even louder, so loud that it’s bouncing against the paper thin walls whilst the sharp slaps of skin create shivers all throughout your body. “fuck, more. put me in a chokehold, sugu.”

“dirty girl,” he grunts, his hefty base starting to slather up with sappy juices from your slick heat. a big brawny arm curls around your neck again and he presses a chaste kiss toward your cheek.

“my, you really shouldn’t say such things, y’know,” and as you’re still taking his cock, you feel his free hand grab near one of your breasts. he gives it a nice squeeze before focusing his attention back towards your neck, hearing your cute exasperated gasps. licking against your ear, he lowly whispers, making you slightly turn your neck to face his feral sly eyes. “i could just snap you in half if i really wanted to. all i gotta do ‘s jus add a little pressure like this ‘n . . my doll’s gonna be all broken and we can’t have that, huh.”

sweet sweet whimpers spill from your lips as his arm still remains wrapped around your throat. he makes sure it’s a safe hold, giving you a few frisky squeezes here and there just to hear you whine for more.

he’s so beefy. through your glossy doe peripherals, you could visibly see his veins pop out through his skin. you felt your pussy throb once you start to imagine all the times he goes to the gym alone, all the times he’s lifting weights.

if anything though, you wanted him to be lifting you instead.

“nothin’ to say? aw, pity,” his gravelly voice lowers, and you’re brought back to harsh reality once his palm swats against your ass. you bite down on your tongue in attempt to suppress your incoming lewd whimper but it still comes out. “fuck, always so warm f’ me, god,” and his grip against your neck loosens. the pits of your tummy tense and coil up as your clammy thighs continue to tweak and spasm from his sharp thrusts. so deep. every few seconds, he’d pull your legs up or drag them further apart just to hear you gasp.

you’re almost marveled by the fact that such an obscene position even exists. your legs could barely stand and if it wasn’t for the help of his hands, you’d be screwed.

“s- sugu—ah!” you whine, feeling his bulbous head ram its way against your convulsing g-spot. he knows that spot like the back of his hand, the cute bumpy texture that never fails to present himself around his angered tip. shaggy long tresses of black hair tickle near the nape of your neck as you fall back. “fuck fuck fuuuck,” you loudly snivel, digging your nails into his meaty thigh. once he hits it, he keeps hitting it until your cute voice strains itself out. he’s still practically got you folded as you’re trying to ride out your euphoric orgasm. the bed devastatingly dips inward from the crushing masses of weight piling on top of it.

“there we go, that’s my sloppy girl,” he coos in a raspy tone. geto’s pitching his voice against your ear as he speaks and oh, his words a mere raunchy whisper. he hears your talkative cunt squelch out, faint strings of syrupy slick forming a little plash around his weighty base. geto holds your hips firmly, showering the crook of your neck with a plethora of balmy kisses as your body ruts and shakes.

“good girl, listen to how nasty you always sound for me,” he hums, sneaking his stubby fingers back down towards your weeping wet cunt, maneuvering a few circles near your drooling slit. “i know, i know,” he talks over your enraptured shrills, and he then gives your pussy a patting spank. you moan, falling back against his sweaty chest and a trail of his curly chest hair titillates against the center of your back. “this is a lot more fun then wrestling, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“y- yeah,” you swallow, and he teasingly wraps a stocky bicep around your neck again. he’s still merrily buried inside of your gummy walls, feeling you writhe around his lap and he chuckles. you’re panting, full lungs desperately trying to gather up any amounts of air that it could before you exhale. “again, sugu.”

with a purring hum, he lifts you back up, trying to pull your leg over your shoulder. “hm, fine. but keep up. ‘m not gonna go easy on ya this time,” and he gives your dribbling sensitive clit another playful pat. “and ‘m certainly not gonna go easy on her either. but, i’ll try not to break you too bad this time princess, no promises.”

[makismei]

can I pretty please have more pleasuredom!toji w/ sensitive!reader

ofc u can!!! cw: overstim, unprotected s*x, squirting, established relationship, prone bone, mating press my love, minimal degradation but mostly praise, cream pie 😗

“this is… oh,” you whimper, toji’s arm putting you in a light headlock while he has you laying on your tummy, beating your pussy from the back. “really intense.. mmph! toji, hold on!”

he shushes you, wet lips planting dewy kisses along your cheek. “you can take it, pretty. keep squeezing me juuuust like that…”

you’re practically choking on your moans, tears clumping in your lash line. “i caaan’t! ‘m… ‘m gonna cum!”

“can feel it,” he groans, “we just started, baby,” he teases, “ya really can’t hold it, huh?”

you whine helplessly, not able to do anything but take, take and take. your legs start quivering, hands pawing at the sheets.

“don’t fight it,” he mumbles, tone carnal and almost aggressive as he starts to put his weight in his thrusts, the telltale sign of your orgasm consuming him in greed and lust. “feels good, right?”

“yes..! yesss!” eyes practically crossed, you mindlessly cry out. “feels ‘s good, toji!”

“yeah, i bet,” he grouses, eyes rolling back when he feels you clench down on him, a squeal ripping from your throat. “fuuuck, baby..” his thrusts start to drag, forcing you to ride out your orgasm.

it’s slow, every push and pull of his cock against your quivering walls makes the pleasure unbearable.

“give me another, doll, c’mon.” he groans, thrusts picking up and you hand slaps the bed relentlessly, sobbing out moans that you came, you can’t possibly come again!

but too damn bad. toji knows better than to listen to your dramatic ass.

he offers a sloppy kiss, but it’s more degrading than it is praise. he bites your lower lip as he pulls away, laughing at how debauched you look. “look at that face,” he grins, “slut.”

his thrusts start to pick up, your moans get louder, practically uncontrollable. “hold on!” you wail, head lolling forward, “oh.. my godddd!”

he grunts, “if it’s too much, use your word baby,” he reminds you gruffly, “‘s why ya have one.”

you pout, shaking your head as you crane your neck to look at him. “nooo, don’t want you to stop… i’m.. ‘m gonna cum again, i think..”

you trail off, eyes rolling back into your skull and toji just laughs. he pulls out, but before you have time to complain he manhandles your body, flipping you onto your back and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

by instinct, you immediately press a hand against his lower tummy, just as he’s sliding back in.

he hums, “hands off if you wanna cum, doll.”

and god, you just look so pretty. tear soaked cheeks and drool all over your face. he watches as you bite your lip, feeling your cunt quiver around his shaft as you retract your hand.

toji leans down, pressing his chest against yours as he slides in to the hilt. you muffle your moans by digging your teeth into his shoulder, feet kicking out from the onslaught of pleasure.

he moans, adjusting his body so his chest is hovering over your face. his arms find purchase over your head, basically trapping you underneath him as he starts to piston his hips.

“so good for me, baby.” he groans out, “so sensitive f’me, you gonna cum? c’mon baby, give it to me.”

you squeal, shaking your head. “‘s too much! i can’t.”

he shushes you, thrusts never faltering. “breathe f’me, c’mon, you can do it baby.”

your body starts to lock up and toji’s face crumples, trying to ward off his own orgasm.

“that’s right, that’s good, baby.” he groans out, “‘m so close, doll.”

your nails dig into his biceps, holding on for dear life, back arching into him as you squeal. he feels wetness spray his abdomen and he lets go, filling you up.

toji thrusts shallowly, milking his orgasm until it starts to feel overstimulating. he’s panting, chest sweaty as he lets you both ride it out.

effortlessly, he flips you both over, his still rigid cock slipping out, thick cum oozing from your slit. he lays you on his chest, brushing hair out of your face and dotting kisses all on your forehead and cheeks.

“my baby,” he whispers, kissing your shut eyes, “don’t fall asleep, we have to clean up.”

“‘s your fault,” you argue sleepily, eyes still closed. “you clean up.”

he rolls his eyes, he always cleans up after regardless. but toji is toji, and who is he if he’s not endlessly annoying you?

“my fault huh?.. buuut you were the one squirting all over the pla— okay, chill out baby, stop pinching me.”

[reignpage]

♱ In which boyfriend!choso can't keep still long enough to last a punishment

“Don’t move, Cho,” you remind him.

He whines. Bare and standing, you’re free to kneel before him and suck at his leaking, throbbing tip. Your boyfriend can do nothing but hope he doesn’t shudder too much whilst you tongue his swollen slit and milk his length with a tight fist. 

“Baby, please. I can’t. You’re being mean a-and cruel.”

Admittedly, you are being cruel – he can’t touch you, can’t make commands, and cannot, under any circumstances, let that glass cup balancing on his head drop. The pigtailed bastard deserves it after he tried sending a video of you getting your back blown out to your shameless ex, who wouldn’t stop texting you, only to end up sending it to your mother instead. 

Cupping his heavy balls in one palm, you massage the pair, feeling the panty-soaking heat in them all while they promise to fill your stomach with his salty cum. For someone complaining about how much he hates this punishment, he sure is using up a lot of energy to keep his head up and still. Abs flexing, you can’t help but rake your long nails down the sculpted muscles. He shivers and gasps. 

“I already -ngh!- said I’m s-sorry. Just take it off me and let me fuck you.”

Very tempting. Unfortunately for him, and your greedy pussy, he rarely ever gets his way with you. So, with a mouth full of his pulsating cock, you say, barely coherent, “Nope! You’re just gonna -mmm quit moving- have to man up and take your punishment like a good boy.”

A fat droplet of precum slides down your throat. Hmm, he sure does love being called a good boy. How sad. 

Your arm stretches up his torso all so you can tweak the piercing on his blushing brown nipples. He doesn’t say anything when you slap his ass too, though he doesn’t need to – the sudden tightening of his ball sack says enough. Thighs begin to shake. Fists clench so tight his knuckles turn white. His jaw hangs. Any second now, he’ll burst in your mouth. For his own good, he better not drop the glass. You’ll make him clean it up with your hot pink vibrator tied against his frenulum, which he has grown much too familiar with over the years. Maybe that’s what he’s hoping for. 

“My ex was never so pathetic,” you muse. “When my misbehaved boyfriend is struggling over such a simple task, it makes me miss hi–HMPH!”

Choso growled and grabbed your head with both hands, vein in those huge biceps flexing. Something animalistic flashed in those blown out eyes. That’s all the warning you got before he shoved his cock deeper down your throat, filling you up so manically. He doesn’t waste a single second before ramming inside your mouth and whimpering at the wet friction. The glass shatters in the background. You can’t even get a word out to complain because he’s pounding your throat like he’s trying to kill you. 

“You’re -oh fuck!- mine,” Choso growls. Grunting and staring up at the ceiling, too stimulated when he looks down at you, you watch his Adam’s apple bob. Your eyes roll back. He looks so pretty desperately chasing his release and using you as a glorified fleshlight. “I’ll kill anyone who -hah- t-tries to take you.”

Those are his last words before he blows a scalding load into your stomach. You haven’t even swallowed and he’s already lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. When you bounce on the bed, your glare prompts an answer out of him.

“I didn’t want you to cut your pretty feet.” He presses a sloppy kiss against the sole of each of them. Then, he brings one to rub at his burning, hardening dick, moaning like a whore as he stares down at you with desire, love, and obsession radiating from every pore. “My girl’s gotta look her best for the video I’m sending to that loser, right?”

You sigh. “Whatever. Just make sure you don’t send it to my mother again.”

Choso pouts. 

“Stop bringing that up; it’s embarrassing.” Climbing over your body, he sucks at every inch of skin he can before the need to kiss you overwhelms him. “Ugh. She heard me call you mommy.”

[anlxcqrd]

` 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐖?

sypnosis: how the jjk men punish you after doing the "she's busy bro" prank on them.

contains: rough unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, true-form sukuna, aftercare?, etc.

warnings: sexual content is present in the following. read at your own risk.

featuring: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

"You thought that was funny?" Your ass receives a slap, dragging out a yelp from your quivering lips as the malleable flesh of your buttcheeks recoiled from the impact. Sounds of your wet skin slapping against each other. Over. And. Over. Again. Fills the room accompanied by the smell of sex lingering in the air.

"Ah! S'toru hngh..."

Swollen pink lips make contact with your shoulder, kissing them tenderly while his fat thumb snakes down to your clit and starts eriting his name harshly to your swollen nub, pushing you to the edge. "Take that—fuck!" His voice breaks into a whimper as he nears his orgasm. His fat cock bullies your g-spot repeatedly before he releases his load into you making your eyes roll back to the back of your head.

He pulls out looking at the scenery of his cum dripping out of your poor hole. He pecks your lips tenderly, silently muttering an 'I love you' as he wraps his arms around you to carry you to the bathroom. "Was I too rough?" His voice was quieter than the sound of the water filling the tub. You shake your head reassuringly giving his hand a tender squeeze. "Not as rough as he did."

Uh oh.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

"Ah ah ah. I didn't tell you to stop. Finish what you started baby." Suguru coos and you whine frowning at him because you know he wouldn't fuck you. "You did this to yourself. Now suck." He slaps his thick cock on your tongue. "And no touching yourself." He strongly reminded.

You obeyed his order and started to lick his slit slowly earning a low groan from him. You kiss his dark reddish tip before wrapping your plump lips around it and start bobbing your head up and down.

You put his hands on top of your hand giving him full control of your head and thats when you almost gagged because he started bullying your throat, the tip of his shoe starts to grind against your crotch, you let out a muffled moan as you both pleasured each other.

His ass clenches, voice cracking, balls tightening. "Babe—I'm close—hngh" he choked out, gently stroking your hair as he busts his nuts down your throat.

After riding his orgasm, he picks you up before settling you down to his lap, "you did such a good job" he kisses your forehead, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Water please" his smile falters at your hoarse voice before nodding.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

"I'm too old for—Ah.. that shit, y'know?" He lets out a breathy groan when you clench around him. "Well clearly to old to get the joke." You try to get on his nerves and you mentally pat yourself on the shoulder cause it's clearly working.

The way he's so deep inside you makes you mewl and arch your back. "I'm growing white—Hngh.. hair because of you." His tip pressing kisses to your cervix as he pistons himself in and out of you.

Your skin was painted with red marks. He admired the canvas, hips slapping harder against yours, fat balls slapping against your ass. "T-Toji—m'close...don't stop—Ah!" You claw on the sheets till your knuckles turned white as you near your climax.

His thrusts started being sloppy and before you knew it, he was cumming hard inside you, painting your walls white. He rubs your clit making you squirm, screaming his name as you cum around his cock.

He pulls out of you, putting you over his shoulders, your legs limping and twitching as your juices drip down. "Let's get you cleaned up."

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

His claws were drawing scars around your back as he pounds into your tight hole, groaning and choking you with his second pair of arms. "How dare you mess with me like that hm?" You look at him with teary eyes, lips swollen and red. "M sorry kuna—Ah!" You yelp as his hand hits your ass.

"Sorry doesn't cut it." You hold onto him, limbs wrapped around his torso. Your eyes roll up when you feel his mouth on his abdomen lick and suck on your clit. "S-Sukuna w-wait—Ah!" You squirt and that triggered his cock to shoot out his load.

And thats when everything went black.

He pulls out when he feels your limp body against his. "Hey, woman?" He cups your face with a hand hoping you'll wake up but seeing how tired you are, he decides to let you rest.

He ordered some servants to bring a clean cloth and a bowl of hot water. He wipes your bruised body with the damp fabric, hand brushing your hair behind your ear. As much as he hates to admit it, he's much gentler with you for some reason.

[chiwhorei]

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 ₊˚⊹♡

Pairing: ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ, sʏʟᴜs, ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ, xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ, ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tags: shortform, drabble, daddy kink et al, nasty back-shots, men begging, nothing too crazy but all smut. MDNI I swear to GOD dfwm

Notes: The LaDS and their cocks, that’s all this is. I can’t stop thinking about them, I’m lost in orbit. I may never make it back. —Xoxo, Dollie

ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ has a thick cock you can barely fit your lips around and makes your jaw ache. It’s a feeling you’re seemingly addicted to, so he’s contented to let you suckle on the tip with tears in your eyes for as long as you need. Zayne is observant, acutely aware of when your eyes get glassy and your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly. He knows just what you need. He’s a not-so-secret freak with iron-clad composure so he’ll keep you down there for hours humping his leg and blowing bubbles on his tip. Your face and chin are shiny with spit and tears, pupils blown fat as saucers when two fingers lift your head to meet his even and positively adoring gaze. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, tapping twice before you suck it into your mouth obediently.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Such a pretty girl. Daddy’s pretty cock whore, so desperate for anything I give you.”

sʏʟᴜs has a long, curved cock that curls right into your g-spot, veins pulsing prominently on either side that you can feel distinctly. And even though it hurts going in every time, once you’re stretched around it you physically can’t stop yourself from cumming on it repeatedly and milking him dry. He can’t help wrapping his long, lithe fingers around your throat, fingertips pressing in just enough to remind you what’ll happen if you stop your desperate bouncing. Your legs ache, your head is swimming, but you continue with a sloppy wet rhythm. Tears prick at your eyes for Sylus to thumb away, gentle for only a beat before something sinister curls around his lips. You yelp at the mean pinch to your clit, your final warning.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “We’ve barely just begun, sweetheart. I thought you were my big girl? That’s it, baby, cum around it again”

ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ has such a stupidly big cock —coke can thick and slaps his belly button— that he’s worried might kill you one of these days, especially with how fucking insistent you are that he gives it all to you at once. He takes hours working you open before he’ll even unzip his pants, shaking his head at the way you plead against your own best interests. You’re squirting against his chest and abdomen once he pulls your ass up and gives you what you say you want so bad. Your pussy stretches around his almost-impossible shaft and leaves a creamy ring around the base. Caleb swears he feels a vein in his temple burst when you’re reaching back to slow the abuse of his hips. You complain that he babies you, then you cry that it’s too much? With both of your wrists in one hand and your jaw in the other, he’ll teach you a lesson in follow through.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Mmf- Messy-plap-Fucking-plap-Brat. Can’t make up your mind, huh? Don’t worry, I’ve always known what’s best for you.”

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ has a disastrously sensitive cock. Even through his boxers, his sweats and your leggings, he can feel how warm your little slit is. Each haughty rut of your crotch against his is making the air around him feel thicker and harder to swallow. A wet patch is forming on the tent in his lap, precum and the leaking of your pussy. Xavier feels dizzy, his twitching dick so painfully hard that your movements border on torture. He needs some kind of relief, but you just look so perfect grinding down on him like this. He can’t stop you now, when you’re whispering how close you are into the shell of his ear. Your back arches sharply, cunt pulsing against his shaft until he’s shooting into his pants- but he doesn’t mind. He’ll just flip you over and lick another orgasm out of your poor pussy until you’re screaming yourself hoarse and he’s ready to go again.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “God, baby, you made such a mess of me. No, no, no— we’re not stopping until I return the favor.”

ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ has the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen. It’s perfect in every way, like it was made just for you. Long and just a bit thicker at the base, with a deep pink tip that always blushes under your awestruck stare. Your favorite place to kiss and nuzzle is the twin freckles on the underside of his shaft. You love curling up in between Rafayel’s legs on the floor while he’s sat spread on the couch. You kiss every inch of soft, delicate skin- covering his balls with your nipping and sucking first, then up his length and across his perfectly trimmed pubes. Rafayel, never one to deny you— even at the cost of his own sanity— might just pass out from the lack of blood in his brain. The only thing you love more than slathering spit and sticky lipgloss all over him, is the way he moans for more. So fucking pretty, so perfect.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “Ah- ah- FUCK, you’re going to be the death of me, I need you so- ah- I need you so bad.”

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❥ ᴄʜɪᴡʜᴏʀᴇɪ.2025©️ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

What do you think of Phainon in his ultimate form x reader where Phainon is obsessed with the reader? Phainon’s gameplay animations made me go feral they look so gooddd🤍

BLINDED BY GODLY C☆CK !

paring : 2nd form phainon x fem!reader

tws : nsfw／smut, obsession, overstimulation, degradation, messy sēx, sloppy sēx, breeding kink, face fūcking, hair pulling, size kink, knot-like bulge, cōck worship, p*rn with no plot, crying, cūmstuffed, dirty talk, heavy dubcon, marking and crying. mdni.

The air crackles around you.

There’s no warning—Phainon doesn’t ask.

He takes.

The moment you lock eyes with him, you’re slammed into the nearest surface. The heat of his body is blinding, his hand wrapped tight around your throat, hands digging into your skin just enough to keep you trembling. His glowing yellow eyes scan your face, down your lips, then lower—dragging slow and filthy over every inch of you like he’s already picturing you naked, spread out, ruined.

“You’ve been begging for this,” he mutters darkly, dragging your legs apart with one hand between your thighs. “I see how you look at me. Don’t play innocent.”

Your answer dies in your throat when he rips your panties off with one brutal tug.

His hands barely brush your folds and you’re already soaking. He chuckles, low and satisfied, dragging one thick finger up your slit before shoving it into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

“Dripping already. Look at this needy little pussy.”

You whimper, but it turns into a gasp when he flips you around, pressing your chest flat to the glowing floor, hips raised, legs spread wide. He kneels behind you, hands gripping your ass, spreading you open to look.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You were made to be split open on my cock.”

Then it hits you.

His cock—thick, glowing, pulsing like it’s alive—is rubbing between your folds, smearing your slick everywhere. It’s huge. Your walls already clench in anticipation, aching with need and fear. He lines himself up and leans over your back, one hand holding your hips still while the other wraps your hair around his fist.

“You’re gonna take it all, baby,” he murmurs in your ear. “Gonna let me wreck this tight little hole.”

And then—he slams in.

You scream, legs shaking violently. Your pussy is stretched obscenely wide, his cock forcing its way deeper, deeper, until he’s bottomed out and still presses more in with a grind of his hips. You sob into the floor, face flushed and wet, body trembling from the stretch.

“That’s it. Fucking tight. You feel that? That bulge in your tummy? That’s me, baby. All of me.”

He starts thrusting, and you swear he’s fucking you straight into the floor. Your back arches, your thighs twitch, and your pussy makes the nastiest, wettest squelch with every stroke.

“Louder,” he growls, pounding you harder. “Let them hear how messy this slutty pussy sounds when I fuck it.”

You’re a mess—drooling, crying, your voice raw from moaning his name over and over like a broken record. He grabs your waist and slams forward, his heavy balls smacking your clit each time, cock grinding over every nerve inside you until your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, you clench when I talk like that,” he groans, pushing deeper, hips slamming against your ass. “You like being my girl, huh?”

He pulls out suddenly and flips you onto your back, pushing your thighs to your chest and slamming back in with a wet slap. You scream again—high, helpless—as he keeps drilling into you like a machine. You feel your climax hit you hard, soaking his cock as you squirt down your thighs, but he doesn’t stop.

“Oh, we’re not done. Not even close.”

He leans down, pressing your foreheads together, sweat dripping from his hair onto your skin.

“You wanna cum again? You want this cock splitting you apart while I stuff your pussy full?”

Your answer is a desperate, pathetic nod. He grins—sharp and dangerous—and starts fucking you even harder, jaw clenched, abs flexing as his cock drags against your overstimulated walls.

“Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna pump you full until it leaks out for days.”

You can feel it building—his cock throbbing, twitching—until with one final deep thrust, he cums. Hot, thick, endless.

You shriek, back arching, your pussy milking him for all he’s worth. His cum floods you, messy and wet, spilling out around his cock with every twitch. And he stays inside—holding you there, cock deep and heavy, keeping every drop where it belongs.

“Fuck. Look at that. Stuffed full of my cum.”

He pulls out slowly, and you whimper, feeling every inch slide from your fucked-out hole, his thick tip dragging one final orgasm from you as your body convulses.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

He drags you to your knees, cock already hard again, pressing it to your lips.

“Open that pretty mouth, baby. You made a mess—now clean me up.”

You obey.

Your lips are still wet with his cum when Phainon grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to look up at him. His cock rests heavy against your cheek, still twitching, smearing your face with slick and spit.

“So fucking good with your mouth,” he snarls, golden eyes glowing hot. “You like being used like that? Just a little cum-soaker for me to ruin?”

You nod helplessly, drool dripping down your chin. You’re cockdrunk—completely. Your legs are jelly, your pussy’s still leaking from the first load, and he hasn’t stopped manhandling you once.

“Not done,” he growls, pulling you up by the hair, dragging your bare body against his. “That sweet little cunt’s not full enough yet.”

You’re laid flat on your back again, thighs trembling as he climbs over you. His cock is hard—again—already pressing against your abused entrance.

“I told you I’d breed you,” he growls, lining himself up. “Gonna stuff you full until you can’t even think. Until you’re mine.”

He thrusts in one brutal stroke, punching a scream out of you as your back arches, overstimulated walls spasming around him. He moans—loud and unholy—grinding his hips down like he’s trying to break something inside you.

“This pussy’s too perfect,” he pants. “Sucks me in like it belongs to me. Fuck, you were made to take this cock.”

You’re crying again—real tears—rolling down your flushed cheeks while he pounds into you. His claws dig into your thighs, pinning them open, spreading you wider so he can fuck you even deeper.

“Say it,” he growls, leaning down to bite at your throat. “Say you want my cum.”

“I-I want it!” you sob, voice cracking. “I want your cum! Please—fill me up again!”

That’s all he needed.

He lets out a low, animalistic snarl and slams in, holding himself there. You feel his cock throb inside you, his cum flooding your womb, hot and thick, gushing out with every spurt. You moan so loud it echoes, your body spasming in another mind-breaking climax as he paints your insides white again.

He stays inside you, panting heavily, glowing wings twitching behind him as the haze of power starts to dim. His claws slowly release your legs, and for the first time, his grip softens.

“Shhh…” he breathes, lowering his forehead to yours. “You did so good for me.”

You blink up at him, dazed, your body twitching with the aftershocks. His cock finally slips out of you with a wet plop, and the mess is immediate—his cum drooling from your ruined pussy in thick strings, pooling between your thighs.

But he doesn’t let you go.

His hands—now gentle—slide under your thighs and lift you effortlessly into his arms. You nuzzle into his chest, still shaking, and you feel it: the shift.

The glow fades. His hair softens to its usual white, the harsh light in his eyes dims to warmth, and the burning wings dissolve in gold sparkles. You’re now curled in the arms of the real Phainon—calm, warm, gentle.

“I pushed too far,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “You’re trembling.”

You sniffle, still dazed, and he cradles you tighter, stroking your hair out of your face.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you now,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.”

He lays you down on a conjured bed of soft light, wiping your tears with glowing fingers. He presses slow, soothing kisses to your neck, your tits, your tummy—pausing to kiss the swell of your lower belly, murmuring:

“Full of me… just like you wanted.”

Your legs are jelly, your throat raw, and your brain soft, but the way he touches you now—like you’re the most precious thing in the universe—brings your body back to earth. He cleans you gently with light magic, kisses every bruise and bite he left, and tucks you into his arms, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“My beautiful little thing,” he whispers. “You’re mine. Always.”

And with one last sleepy sigh, you nod against his chest, letting him hold you like you’re something to be worshipped.

Because to him—you are.

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[tiza0925]

You're my Angel | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, heavy use of petnames, blowjobs, dirty talk, praise kink, rough bokuto, raw sex, wet and messy, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pussy slapping, vaginal fingering, squirting, creampie, choking kink, spit kink ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18 YEARS

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Bokuto, who turns out to be a lot harsher in bed than anyone thought.

Which is funny considering he acts like this gentle giant out in public with you.

Kissing you oh so sweetly. Running his knuckles up and down your arms lovingly.

Worshipping you in public, making you feel all soft and happy—everyone watching how delicate Bokuto treats you.

“Would you like some water, baby?”

“Are you tired, princess?”

“Want me to carry that for you, love?”

But behind closed doors? In your guys’ bedroom? 

God—he’s practically a monster. 

“Does that feel good, princess?” Bokuto asks as he tightens his hold on your hair, pushing his cock deeper down your throat. “You like it when I stuff your pretty mouth like this?”

When you two are alone, Bokuto is fucking insatiable and greedy with you.

You whimper around the girth of his cock as you suck him, feeling the weight of it heavy on your tongue, drool dripping down your chin as he fucks your mouth.

Bokuto holds your head in place—even when he’s using all of his strength, he’s still somehow gentle with it—and fucks your mouth like it’s nothing more than a fucktoy for him. 

He groans, low and sweet. “There you go. Taking it all, baby.” You feel the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. “Choking on my cock like a good little princess for me.” 

He pulls out suddenly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock, and you sputter with a cough as you try to catch your breath.

Bokuto cups your cheek—his palm so, so fucking gentle with the way he holds your face, it’s such a huge contrast to how he was abusing your throat—and he rolls the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

He takes in how red and plump it is, wet from your saliva, how your eyes are teary from gagging on his fat cock—and he smiles down at you all softly. “Such a pretty girl.”

And god, you preen over the praises he gives you. 

“You wanna show me how good you can be for me?”

How he makes you feel like you’re doing all of this to please him—being so good and making him happy—it all does things to you.

It also makes it so easy to comply as you let him guide you to get on your stomach, ass out in the air, and arching your back for him. 

“Fuck,” Bokuto groans as he gets a handful of your ass, groping and squeezing it possessively as he kneads the flesh. “So perfect. Spread your legs for me, angel, let me see that pretty pussy.” 

And when you do, opening your legs a bit more so you’re all vulnerable for Bokuto to see—

He groans at the sight of your slick pussy. “Fuck, baby. You're dripping wet for me already, aren't you? Such a needy little princess.”

He lines himself up, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance, letting it run through your slick folds and kissing your clit—teasing and making you drool with a line of your fluids beginning to leak down, creating a string that falls towards the bed.

It’s a fucking sight and Bokuto goes hazy with it, mumbling, “I need to taste you.”

He drops to his knees behind you, gripping your ass cheeks roughly as he spreads you wide—revealing more of your cunt, all warm and cute as he licks his lips.

He doesn’t let you get another thought in before he leans forward to bury his face in between your legs, licking and sucking at your dripping folds as he groans against your skin.

And fuck—he’s messy and hungry when he eats you out.

Tongue twirling around your sensitive clit. Licking into you and sucking on your slit—tongue rolling as he makes noises, your juices leaking down his chin—

Sometimes it’s too much with the way he devours your puffy little pussy, making you twitch and gasp as you feel heat tingling up your spine and your nipples grow heavy with how close you are to coming. 

“Oh god—Ko—” You sob, feeling him focus his attention on your clit, flicking the sensitive nub rapidly before giving your sopping cunt wide, flat strokes over and over with his tongue—starting from your clit and licking to your hole. 

Covering your entire pussy with his mouth, sucking and kissing and eating it like a man high off the taste of you—

He doesn’t stop until you cry with a moan, your orgasm throbbing over you as you come on Bokuto’s relentless tongue. 

“That’s it,” Bokuto groans in satisfaction, lapping up your fluids, making sure he gets every drop, licking your sloppy pussy until you’re almost overstimulated. “Come on my face like a good girl.” 

Then he spits on it, making you gasp, before going back in to glide his tongue over your cunt—twirling it inside, a whimper escaping your throat—

But he’s not done.

He gives your soaked pussy a slap, his hand heavy and rough as it hits your poor little clit and folds—making you gasp and fall forward to shift away from the stinging touch.

He stands to lean over you, his breath hot against your ear as his face brushes against your cheek. “I need to feel you come on my fingers.”

He slips two fingers inside your cunt, hearing the wet squelch as he goes as deep as his fingers can reach, and starts a steady rhythm of fingering your pussy. 

You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes. “I-I can’t—”

“I know you can, baby.” Bokuto coos, hooking two fingers into your walls, his knuckles brushing against your g-spot, and he moves his arm up and down—causing your body to shake with it as he brings you to another orgasm.

“Fuck—“ Your eyes roll back, everything hot and blurry, as heat coils in your belly and your pussy buzzes with liquid pleasure as you squeeze and come on Bokuto’s fingers. 

You feel your bladder get all tight and full, and you scream with a moan when Bokuto doesn’t stop and—

And fuck—you feel fluids spray out of you as you come. 

Coming out in quick spurts, gushing all over Bokuto’s hand and thighs as he fingers you through it—hearing him let out a satisfied sound deep from his throat and right next to your ear.

“Look at that, princess,” Bokuto’s voice is rough and throaty, his fingers slipping out of you and giving your cunt another wet slap. “Look at the mess you made, soaking the bed with your pretty juices.”

He gives your cheek a sickeningly gentle kiss as he rubs and holds your pussy, his lips warm against your skin as he murmurs, “I wanna feel you do that again on my cock, love. You can do that for me, right?” He nips your ear, whispering. “You can be a good girl for me.” 

And how are you supposed to refuse that? 

Despite how achy you feel and how oversensitive—you don’t say no.

You let him turn you around to lay on your back as he pushes your legs towards your chest, exposing your dripping pussy to him.

You moan when he rubs the fat tip of his cock along your slit, your pussy folds hugging the length of him as it drools on him, feeling the heavy and warm weight of his dick against your cunt.

And your eyes go cross-eyed when you feel a thick palm press against your throat—his fingers wrap around your neck—and he squeezes enough to get you lightheaded and feeling oh so fucking good.

He rocks his hips, teasing your slutty pussy as the tip of his dick bumps against your clit, and he leans down to brush his lips against yours, murmuring, “Let me fuck this tight pussy, baby. Let me claim it as mine and fill you up with my cum until you're dripping. I need to feel your walls squeezing my cock as I split you open.”

He reaches with his other hand to grab your breast, pinching your nipple roughly. “Show me how a good girl makes her pussy feel around me.”

Fuck. 

You shiver, feeling your nipples grow hard, and lean in to kiss him—mouth opening to slip your tongue into his mouth, moaning as you rock your hips in tandem with his to get him to slip inside you.

“That’s my good angel,” Bokuto smirks against your lips, and he wastes no time in pushing his cock into your greedy pussy—going as deep as he can go until you’re nearly choking on it.

“Oh god—” You choke with a moan with how fucking full you feel, his fat dick splitting you open as he slowly rolls his hips to fuck it in and out of you.

“You’re so goddamn tight, princess,” Bokuto picks up the pace, the wet sound of him fucking your abused pussy fills your ears, his balls slapping against your ass cheeks. “You take it so well.” 

And when he fucks you—he does it to ruin you.

Squeezing your throat until you can’t speak.

Pounding into that little pussy until you’re creaming on his cock and you’re so fucking wet you can hardly feel him anymore. 

You can barely speak—just a litany of curses and gasps leaves your mouth as he fucks you.

“Open your mouth,” Bokuto says so softly when he leans close, his movements never stopping as you hear the loud smacking of his hips hitting your ass with every delicious roll of his hips. 

And you listen, plump lips parting and waiting as you look at him with doe eyes, feeling heat go through your body when you see the satisfied grin he gives you in return.

He’s nasty with it when he fucks you too—spitting in your mouth, a glob of his saliva lands on your tongue that makes you clench around him—and he gives your delicate throat another squeeze as he murmurs, “Swallow.” 

And when he comes—fuck it’s so much and so messy that you nearly swell with it.

He lets out a low groan and buries his cock deep inside your pussy, thick loads of hot, sticky cum spurts inside you, as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

He fills you to the brim. “Take every last drop, baby.” And your pussy drinks it all—like it’s thirsty for his cum as you throb around him, breathing heavily as little bits of his cum begin to leak with how full your cunt is.

“God,” Bokuto huffs against your neck as he slides one hand down to touch your belly, feeling it a little inflated. “You took it all like a good girl. Your pussy is nice and full now. I bet you can feel it sloshing around in there, angel.” 

And when he finally pulls out, his softening cock slipping out of your well-fucked pussy—all red and fat and puffy with your juices and his cum everywhere—he doesn’t stop playing with your pretty cunt.

He slides two fingers up your slit, collecting his cum—god it’s so much he just knows you’ll be leaking for days after this—and he pushes his load back into your sweet pussy, watching the way your face changes with pleasure as he leisurely fingers his cum back inside you. 

“Let me take care of you now, love,” He moves forward to give your forehead a soft kiss. “You did so good for me.”

end.

Masterpost

[jeongin-lvr]

cw. very mean! seung, pussy slapping + fingering, talk of punishments, reader is a brat.

sweet loving boyfriend Heeseung who’s had enough of your attitude and finally decides to put you in your place. he doesn’t want to— “it hurts me more than it hurts you, baby,” is what he said when he shoved you over his lap. his eyes glaring as he lifts your already impossibly short skin over your ass, exposing your pantie-less pussy, already leaking and puffy. he almost cusses before you start to try to wiggle free, too used to getting what you want around him. not today. he’s put up with your exasperating attitude with grace before, but he was tested too much, too far.

he raised a hand and laid a hard wack against your right ass cheek, earning a loud yelp and then a whine from you. you wiggled more, fighting his iron clad grip. but he was too strong, there wasn’t any use in trying. “no, baby, I don’t think you understand. you’re getting punished. stay the fuck still.” you whined again at his words, peeking over your shoulder at your mean boyfriend; attempting your best watery, puppy-eyed stare. though he’s already made up his mind, there’s no use trying to escape your fate.

“this is what happens when you don’t fucking listen to me,” Heeseung raised his hand again, slapping your other cheek, already displaying deep red coloration on your skin, “do you get it now?”

you pouted, clutching his jeans hard while he took your silence as an answer. “no?”

another smack to your ass, “first you go and sit on Jake’s lap… next I find out you’re not wearing any panties… and now you’re not taking your punishment. I’ve been patient with you haven’t I?” you could tell he was really pissed off. the way his eyes widened and his nostrils slightly flared with every slap he brought down in your ass. one cheek after the other, making you yelp from the sensitive pain from the stinging handprints. Heeseung gritted his teeth, “actin’ like a slut… I’ll treat you like one then, hm?”

“n-no—“ you attempted a rebuttal but nothing came, instead you squeaked as his hand slapped hard against your clit. a change from your ass, now slaps landed on your clit and leaky pussy. making the moment all the more erotic.

“don’t argue with me, brat. you’ll only worsen your punishment,” Heeseung has never called you brat before. the sound of his rolling off his tongue in such harsh syllables shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did, “how many slaps do you think you deserve on this slutty lil’ cunt, hm? 20? 30?”

you shook your head with a somber whimper, “Heeseung—“

“nope,” Heeseung laid a particularly hard slap against your throbbing bundle of nerves, aching and red from all the hits he’d given, “45 should be good, right? maybe that’ll knock some sense into that slutty little brain of yours.”

you cried, a real sob escaping your throat as he laid the first slap, “count.”

you proceeded to count, the reality sinking in that your usually sweet, dedicated boyfriend was being serious. you’d fucked up.

“one… ah, two, three— f-fuck, four,” You felt breathless with every word, tilting your head forward and resting your cheek against the couch cushion. Heeseung laid slap after slap until he reached his goal number, your nimble and weak voice arousing him much more than he ever thought he would be. “…45… Seungie, please…”

Heeseung didn’t respond but you could hear shuffling, he was moving something. you peered around and stared at him, meeting his glare, making your heart sink.

“m’ sorry,” you breathed.

“m’ sorry too, love, but you brought this upon yourself,” Heeseung quipped, gliding his hand over your disgustingly wet entrance, up and down your slit with the same cadence he bore when he usually fingered you. though this time the throbbing ache of your clit from all the hits was making your brain fuzzy.

“cum and I’m not fucking you for a week,” he spoke as a warning before slamming his fingers into your slick hole, his palm ramming into your pelvis harshly, “got it?”

you nodded weakly, regretting your prior decisions.

[lolastrniolo]

TAKE IT / M.S.

summary: your boyfriend matt got a little excited while watching a show with you, so you let him have his way with you.

contains: smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, hickeys, stomach bulge, slapping, spitting in mouth, size kink, dom!matt, established relationship, no use of y/n

wc: 1.9k

a/n: english is not my first language

the sound of the television filled the room as you traced slow circles over matts bare skin, your head rested on his chest. his hands played with your soft hair, his fingers massaging your scalp slowly. suddenly, an erotic scene beamed on the screen, in full explicit detail. matt cleared his throat and shifted his position, slightly pulling at his sweats as he did so. your eyes followed his movements, and eventually landed on the growing tent in his pants. he was praying you wouldn’t notice his arousal, but it was pretty hard to miss, to say the least.

“really, matt?” you picked your head up and looked at him with a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “sorry, this is embarrassing, i feel like a teenage boy.” he covered his face with his hands and let out a loud groan. “no, no, it’s fine!” you tried to conceal your amusement, but failed miserably when you let out a loud laugh, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth.

“see, you’re making fun of me!” he laughed with you, now also covering his mouth with his palm, aware of the fact your sister was asleep in the room across the hall. “sorry, it’s kinda cute tho, you getting worked up so fast.” you bit your bottom lip before straddling his lap, your heat hovering right above the bulge in his pants. he sat up and grabbed your hips to reposition you on top of him, his back now pressed against the headboard. he grabbed the remote and shut off the tv without breaking eye contact with you.

“you don’t wanna watch anymore?” you asked, acting oblivious. “nope”, he said, “done watching.” he closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips to yours, his hands immediately snaking around your waist. your lips moved against matts, soft moans and sighs escaping both your lips as you grinded your hips against his. his hands slid their way down to your ass and gripped it, guiding your movements.

he flipped the two of you around in one swift motion, pinning your hands above your head. “what do you want” he whispered, his lips inches away from yours. “you know what i want…” you didn’t wanna give in, avoiding the words he wanted you to say. he stood up from the bed and grabbed you by your legs, pulling you to the edge of the mattress with minimal effort. you loved the way he manhandled you, the way he threw you around. “i don’t know what you want, not if you don’t tell me.”

“matt, please…” you begged, “i need you.”. your hands were propped up behind you to hold you up as matt stood in between your legs. he softly traced your cheek before grabbing your chin and tilting up your head, making you look up at him with a desperate look on your face. “tell me exactly what you need, yeah? and i’ll give it to you.”

“your tongue” you finally confessed, the wetness between your legs growing with the second. “good girl.” matt got on his knees without breaking eye contact. he looped his fingers in your sweats and panties before looking up at you, and as soon as you nodded, he pulled them both down to your ankles before discarding them to the other side of the room.

you propped yourself up on your elbows and watched the way matt trailed kisses along your inner thighs, before sucking harshly on the skin, leaving behind some dark purple marks. “matt, enough teasing.” you groaned, throwing your head back in frustration. he chuckled and shook his head before finally licking a long stripe up your wet slit. a loud moan escaped your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “ah- f-fuck!”

“you taste so good”, matt mumbled. he grabbed both your legs and let them rest on his shoulders, gripping your thighs as he ate you out. soft moans escaped his lips, you could tell he loved every second of what was happening, he might have been enjoying this even more than you. you furrowed your brows as your eyes shut, the pleasure completely overtaking your body. you tried closing your legs in around his head when he started sucking on your clit, but matt forced them open easily.

suddenly, the sound of a door creaking and footsteps were heard across the hall. you quickly pushed back matts head, “fuck, my sister’s up…” you looked at him wide-eyed. he had an annoyed look on his face, frustrated he had to stop his work. a few minutes later, the sound of her door closing was heard, meaning she was probably back in her room. “you think she’s gone?” matt asked, still on his knees. “i don’t know… probably.” you responded, uncertain. that was all matt needed to hear, “good enough”, he whispered, before grabbing your thighs and pushing himself into your heat again, his tongue working between your folds.

you tried to be as quiet as possible, praying your sister wouldn’t hear the way matt made you feel, but matt wasn’t having it. “why are you holding back?” he questioned, his eyes locked onto yours. “i can’t, matt- my sister will hear.” you respond breathlessly. “i don’t give a fuck, wanna hear those pretty moans of yours.” he says, before back into your soaking pussy.

you didn’t need to be told twice, loud moans falling from your lips, “matt…” you whined, “oh my god”. you sat up and propped your left arm up behind you, your right hand flying to his hair. matt flattened his tongue against your folds, letting you do the work. you grinded your hips into his face, legs shaking around his head, your grip on his hair growing even tighter. he recognized your movements immediately and slid two fingers into your dripping hole, curling them up to get you closer to your climax.

the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter, before finally snapping. the hand that was previously in matts hair slapped over your mouth as a loud gasp escaped your lips. matt worked you through your orgasm before removing his fingers and getting off his knees, standing in between your legs again. he brought his two fingers to your lips, “open,” he said.

you obeyed without question, opening up your lips and letting him slide his fingers into your mouth. you sucked on them greedily, tasting your own juices on your tongue. matt swore he could’ve came in his pants just from that sight, the desperate look on your face as you sucked your juices off his fingers, looking up at him with furrowed brows. “fuck, you look so good like that”, he rasped, his voice hoarse. he released his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop before running his fingers through your hair, tugging on it a bit to tilt your head back.

he hovered his face right above yours, and you quickly got the hint, opening up your mouth again. he held your jaw as he let a string of saliva drop from his mouth into yours. he smirked as he watched you swallow his spit, “face down, ass up.” he demanded. you did as told, arching your back for him, your pussy on full display.

you looked back over your shoulder, watching matt take off his boxers and sweats, on which had already formed a small wet patch from his pre-cum. you felt the mattress dip as matt situated himself right behind you and gripped your hips. “think you can take a little more, pretty?” he asked. “yes, i can take it, please.” you whined, wiggling with your ass a little to signal what you wanted.

matt chuckled at your greediness and slid his tip through your folds a few times, before lining himself with your entrance and slowly pushing in. moans and groans fell from both your lips as matt filled you up, completely bottoming out. “fuck, you’re so big…” you praised, you knew matt loved hearing it, and you loved saying it. it was the truth, after all. he probably had the biggest dick out of all the guys you had slept with.

matt grabbed a fistfull of your hair, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand as the other gripped your hip. he tugged on your hair harshly and slid his length almost all the way out of your pussy, before slamming back into you at full speed. you let out a loud cry, gripping the sheets underneath you to ground yourself in some way. matt lifted his hand and slammed it back down on your ass, leaving a red hand print. he pounded into you with no mercy, manhandling you as he groaned and moaned.

you had totally forgotten about your sister at this point, loud moans and screams falling from your lips, luckily slightly muffled by the pillow your face was pressed into. “m-matt, oh my god! fuck- d-don’t stop!” you pleaded. “fuck, good girl. take it- fucking take it. look at you, all fucked out.” he rambled, completely lost in essence as he slammed his length in and out of you repeatedly.

in one swift motion, he flipped you over, so you were now in a missionary position. “wanna look at your pretty face while i fuck you” he rasped. his left hand was gripping your thigh, nails digging into your skin. with his free hand, he pushed up your tank top to free your tits. he furrowed his brows and let out a groan as he watched the way your tits bounced as he slammed into you.

his gaze then lowered down to your stomach, seeing it bulge every time he bottomed out. he brought his right hand to your stomach and pressed down, his jaw hanging slack as he felt his cock slam into your walls from the outside. he grabbed your hand and replaced it with his, making you feel just how deep he was. you stared up at him with your mouth agape, “matt, ‘m gonna- gonna cum” you spoke out in between breaths and moans.

he slid his hand in between your legs, rubbing tight circles on your clit with his thumb. “cum again for me, baby.” he groaned. your legs trembled and your toes curled as you finally reached your climax, this one hitting even harder than the previous one. waves of pleasure ripped through your body as you threw your head back. matt finished shortly after, his hips stuttering and his head dropping forward as he coated your walls in his cum before collapsing next to you on the bed.

after a while of heavy breathing, you both finally caught your breath, chuckling from exhaustion. you cuddle up to him and reach over to grab your phone from the nightstand, your eyes immediately widen when your screen lights up, seeing multiple messages from your sister:

‘oh my god, shut the fuck up!!!!’

‘girl i’m trying to sleep please do this at his house.’

‘i’m so done with y’all. i’m smacking you both so hard tomorrow.’

you showed matt the screen, and his jaw dropped. you locked eyes with him before bursting out into laughter. “why did you decide to go live with your sister again?”

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[lovethestarrs]

LESSONS LEARNED

CONTENT WARNING: pre outbreak, smut below the cut, pwp, daddy kink, breeding kink?, unmentioned age gap, unprotected p in v, fingering, rough, choking, slapping and spanking, degradation, praise, praise so good we’re crying

NAMES USED: baby, slut, y/n, sweet girl, sweetheart

A/N: this is just pure filth, i hope you guys like it T_T

JOEL truly hated one thing. and it wasn’t warm beer or having to fold clothes on a day where he feels like relaxing, it was your nasty eye rolling habit.

he’d tell you something you didn’t want to hear and being the brat you were, you just had to roll those eyes. “don’t roll your eyes at me.” he’d retort. and you’d just never listen.

until one day, he was just at his wits end. he had said something and you’d done it again. “what did i say about that?” he asked. he was driving down the highway, both of you heading home after spending a day out. you were used to him just pretending to get annoyed but today was different, he had been stressed at work during the week.

“whatever.” you laughed his words off rolled your eyes yet another time. “just you wait until we get home.” he said, glancing to you and then back at the road. you didn’t take it seriously, just returning back to listening to the radio.

“get on your knees.” he demanded, standing in front of you. obeying, you lowered yourself down onto the wood floor. “open your mouth.” he speaks sharply, bluntly.

he shoves his index and middle fingers into your mouth, making your lips wrap around them. you hummed as he practically fucked your throat, shoving them deeper and pulling them out halfway. your spit dripped down your chin and down your neck, falling between your bare tits.

his hands gripped your chin and he continued to shove them in, causing you to gag. you could feel yourself dripping each time he shoved his fingers in.

he pulled them out, a string of saliva connecting. “yeah, you like that? fuckin’ slut.” he spat has he landed a slap on your cheek. a smile blossomed on your face. “you’re a disgusting little thing aren’t you?” you nodded, eyes glossy from gagging. he leaned down to kiss you on your lips. “i love it.” he mumbled.

he helped you stand up and led you to the bed. he shoved you onto it, landing you onto your stomach, your bare ass out to him. he hovered over you. you could feel his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. his hand slid to your inner thigh, rough fingers rubbing over your drenched slit.

“got all wet from that, huh?” he chuckled darkly before slipping his fingers into you, erupting a moan. “joel!” you whined. he fit so comfortably between your aroused walls. he groaned, “fuck, baby. you feel so good, always so good f’me.” he could’ve came from the feeling of you around his fingers.

your fingers grabbed the sheets, face scrunched and cheek pressed against the bed. you wiggled against him, trying to get the most stimulation out of his two digits. “so needy.” he said before thrusting them faster. speeding up intensely, causing you to yelp, “fuck, joel!” your brows scrunching.

when the words left your mouth, a slap landed to your ass. “watch your mouth, slut.” his fingers continued their sensational dance in your fleshy walls as you were practically drooling.

joel removed his fingers, causing you to whine out. another smack to your ass. “be patient.” he lined himself up with your slit before slowly pushing in, alerting you and causing you to jolt but joel grabbed both of your arms, holding you in place as he thrusted himself inside with a “fuuuuckkk.” which caused a whimper to escape your lips.

his hands left your arms to grip onto your hips, squeezing the flesh as he pistoned his pelvis into you. “oh, daddy.” you moan out. “yeah, baby, s’that feel good?” you nod, “mhm.” he pulls you up by your hair, “what’s that?” your head was so fuzzy, all you could feel was joel’s fat cock kissing your cervix. “ye-yes, daddy. feels so good.” you manage out.

you could hear him in you, soaking the patch of hair before his cock. his heavy balls slapped against your sensitive nub, causing your legs to quiver. joel pulled you up by your hair again, your back against his chest, and he placed a kiss to your neck, his lips warm. “you feel so good, baby. so wet and warm jus’ f’me.” a tear streamed down your face. the pleasure, the pain, the intimacy of joel’s body and words was all so overwhelming.

you sniffle as more single tears fall. “shhh, oh sweet girl.” he cooed. his arms wrapped around your waist and your hand reached back to tangle in his hair and the other holding his hand on your waist.

his hips continued slapping against your own as your stomach started to fill up with warmth. joel could tell you were close as you clenched around his dick. “gonna cum,” you moaned.

“cum for me, baby. cum on daddy’s cock.” a few more thrust and you came undone. legs shaking as you orgasmed. as joel felt you spasm around him, he too, came. his seed filling up your walls. joel’s head was practically reeling. “ohhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he mumbled breathlessly. joel’s moans and cum filling you up made you react the same, squeezing his hair.

he slowly lowered you down and pulled out of you which made you whine from the loss of feeling. as you laid in front of him, he could see his load dripping out of you, he leaned down and pushed it back into you which caused a shudder from the sudden sensation. “can’t have it going to waste, sweetheart.” he laid down next to you and then went to sat up, “no- wait.” you spoke tiredly. “can you lay with me for a moment.” you face smushed into the pillow and you already felt sleepy. “of course.” joel smiled and returned back to his spot. “i’m sorry if i was too rough.” joel mumbled as he pulled you onto his fuzzy chest, to which you shook your head. “you were amazing.” you placed a kiss to his chest as your eyes were closed.

“night, sweet girl.” he spoke softly, wiping the sweaty hair from your forehead. “night, daddy.” you mumbled cheekily. joel snickered and continued with his hand through your hair. you fell asleep very well rested and soon joel followed.

hi babies, i hope you like this! it was very fun to write.

[screampied]

FAKIN’ IT FOR YOU ?! ☆

gojo, sukuna, nanami, toji, choso. faking an orgasm n how they react

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, faking órgasms, praise, filthy dirty talk, orgasm denial, first time squirt (choso), öral (f! receiving), nipple play, impact play, manhandling, req by anon, mdni. total wc 3.7k

★ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“what the fuck was that?”

he wouldn’t even care he was balls deep—you can’t even try to fake an orgasm with toji because he’ll immediately know. toji knows every inch of your body—he studies it like one would study for an exam, every particular nerve, he knows how to hit it until you break. yet, the moment you decide to fake your release, all hell breaks loose. you’d be on all fours as he stops his churlish hits against you, a hand of his gathers a firm amount of your hair before he tightly yokes it back. sweetly, you play coy and moan, “what was what?”

“let’s not,” toji grumbles, and he’s annoyed. you can hear the extra grit linger underneath his tone as he speaks. ravened eyebrows of his curve into a frustrated furrow before he pulls out. it was so abrupt, you whine before he gives your ass a rude spank, darting his eyes away with an eye roll. “oh, please, girl. was that a fake moan too?”

“it wasn’t f-fake,” you protest, and you’re suddenly quiet from the way he rubs his fatten swollen tip against your soddened entrance. toji could read you like a book though—you weren’t bullshitting anyone. you was so close but instead, you decided to be a bit more of a brat, kind of desperate to see toji’s reaction.

all toji does is pull out. you whine, the friction titillating against every number of nerves hidden within your body before he spanks your ass again. “faking an orgasm for me, girl bye.” and as he speaks, you could hear his sheer vexation. toji brings your hips up to him, having your face laid down against the woolly mattress before he wraps a hand around his shaft. giving it a few pumps, he starts to slap his tip against your entrance. “got some balls, girl. i’ll give ya that.”

“w- why’d you pull out?” you whimper, making a cute attempt at grinding your rear against him. toji snickers, drubbing his plump cockhead against your slit, pushing it in—only to pull it right back out. the dewy squashes your pussy makes only rings against your ears further. all you feel is pure static, you’re panting, chest heaving, everything and above.

with a secure grip against a nice chunk of your hair, toji groans. “b- because i fuckin’ cannn,” he mocks your faltering stutter, a palm of his bedaubing against your folds before spanking it silly. “ooh,” he purrs, watching your thighs shimmy upon impact. you bite your lip, trying to rut yourself further against him and he only resumes to rub his rounded fat tip between your slit. desperately, you try to swallow him whole but before you could even attempt — toji pulls it back out, slapping his hefty cock onto your pussy again and again. “got some nerve faking an orgasm with me when y’er this soaked already.”

“f-fuck,” a mewl dies out your throat as you feel him continue to smear his rotund cockhead all over your most sensitive parts. with your back hunched over, pretty thighs parted, you let off a bratty giggle. huffing out a sweet sigh, you hum, “it’s just … you’re getting a bit old, toji. didn’t wanna be mean.”

toji’s left eye twitches. as he ghosts a few fingers against your cunt — he slowly inserts two thick fingers inside of your lewd opening before pulling his digits back out. “old, huh?” and he flips you over to look straight at him. sable hairs of his run down his brows before he slyly smiles. a gasp wretches out from your throat before he shoves both of your knees up to your chest, realigning himself. with a husky grunt, he snarls. “don’t play with me. old or not i’ll still break this bed, whore.”

“d- do it then.” you almost simper but he cups a hand over your face.

“tch, such a mouth on ya. ain’t nothin’ a few orgasms won’t fix,” and you moan once he starts to finally make his way inside of you. the girth of toji thickens and dilates throughout your walls and you feel his grip tighten against your knees. as the bed starts to creak in harmony again, he darkly cackles, hot breath aerating against your neck. “oh, and just a heads up baby. when i break this bed, ‘s coming out of your pocket to replace it. ‘ppreciate it.”

★ CHOSO KAMO

“h-huh,” he’d stammer in short briskly breaths. choso doesn’t realize you fake it until he actually realizes something wasn’t right. with him being propped up between your plush thighs, he gently gnaws against your chin, panting heavily. “baby, did you just fake your orgasm?”

you only give him a sheepish grin and choso pouts, he leans in to kiss your pout, soft sweet kisses gluing against your chin before he whines. “that… wasn’t nice,” and he buries his face into his neck. choso’s only teasing—but in the case that you do fake an orgasm with him, he’s more than determined to make you cum at least ten times harder. choso would have you laying flat on your back, gradually easing himself back into your sopping accepting walls before he whines. “oh f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling you immediately engulf around his length. he’s throbbing into you, various veins that run down his shaft pulse inside of you. your legs immensely snake around his waist before he starts to deeply drill into you.

choso’s pace is different this time — it’s much more frantic, he’s still whimpering praises into your ear as he’s plummeting his dick within your gummy clingy walls. “mhm, just like that baby. s-so good,” you’d mewl out, his hips continuing to drive into you at a full smacking speed. it’s addictive, the way his sharp hips rotate against you—you feel your tongue hang out before he leans in to suck on it.

you’ve always tasted so sweet, choso’s moans only grow louder as he starts to tap against that same spot buried inside of your cunt. he knows your moans are for real this time because of your body language—how you cling onto him tightly with your giddy arms and legs, biting down onto his right shoulder in pure pleasure. “fuck, fuck right there baby. that’s it, that spot, pleaseee.”

choso could have came alone from your melodic words of encouragement. you’re all stupefied with your eyes crossed, warm hot bodies clashing against each other in sync. he whimpers, feeling his thighs ache near the undersides before his hefty cock reaches yet another deep spot. your legs were steadfastly wrapped around his torso, making sure he’d never leave. “come on baby, give me one, please. gimme a real one,” and he licks a long stripe up your neck. “give it to me, make a mess on m-me so i can clean you right up.”

as you’re positioned in a sprawled way, choso’s hands roam towards your neglected bouncing tits. his head lowers down to suck against them as his hips go slow. a growing pool of heat resides near your lower abdomen as his delicious inches drill in and out of you. “f-fuck, ‘cho. ‘s coming, feel w-wet.”

“let go on me, please,” he purrs, his tongue licking against your sensitive nipples. after a while, he csnt help but start to suck against your precious mounds, moaning as you cup his face to look at you. choso grinds against you, verbosely slowing himself down before you let off a real shriek. as the coarse smacks against each body pitched louder and loduer, you feel yourself zealously jolt forward before you feel a sudden sensation gush out of you. the velocity of it all was soaking — you’re panting, chest heaving as you try to recollect breaths before you feel yourself spouting out more onto your boyfriend. choso pauses, his pink dampened lips quavering as he leans in to give you a sloppy kiss on your mouth. “baby,” his eyelids lowers, and he’s puffing for air right with you. a hand of his trails down between your thighs, lifting up your legs before he moans. “did you just squirt on me…?”

feeling a drenching pool of saliva coat into your mouth, you whine out a timid, “y- yes.”

giving you a hungry gaze, his dick twitches inside of you before he pulls out to watch the remnants of your own slick spill out. “o- oh wow,” he gawks at the filthy scenery right before his eyes. in a gruff voice, choso bites his lip, leaning down to press a final delicate kiss against your pussy. “mwah,” his warm lips ghost against your now drenched folds. he can’t help but lick against it, savoring your sweetened taste before he looks up at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “do.. do you think you can squirt for me one more time? pretty please. need you s-so bad.”

★ SUKUNA RYŌMEN

the audacity was beyond him—he knows right away, sukuna was no foolish curse.

if it was anything he knew by heart, it was your body. whenever you’re about to orgasm, he likes to stare dead into your eyes whilst he’s giving you his all. slow yet deadly strokes, he likes draining the pleasure out of you with the thick inches of his cock. oh, how his favorite part was to just hear your babbling little voice sob out his name over and over like a looping vinyl on a record player. your adorable cacophonies of “right there, right there,” and “gonna cum, ‘kuna,” and many more, many of which they all never fail to reverb across the padded walls of his sacred chambers.

although, he can easily tell from how it’s real or fake. sukuna gets up close—hearing the sounds of your heavy breaths as your legs wrap around his waist. as you’re taking in every part of his bare long length, your arms sling around him. you’re a mess underneath him, jostling against his beefy built body. the demon’s pure smoldering heat colliding against yours only makes you throb at a much quicker pace. his scent, you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “i-i’m close, ‘kuna.” you’d mewl out in a desperate cry, hearing his low animalistic growls all close up against the outer shell of your ear.

he knows,

you didn’t even have to remind him, he knows your body. it was his priceless treasure. sukuna groans as you claw your fingernails into the deep depths of his back. his thickened base resumes to jackhammer into your tight sticky walls furthermore until you croak. he’s just so big, you jaw was dangling open all stupid like before it finally comes— that familiar squeal he’s grown to love. his favorite part.

as your cunt sloshes against the repetitive thwacks against it, you whine out your finish—yet he notices something quite peculiar about your concluding climax. as you lean your back, doe eyes staring into the ceiling, his pointed ears twitch at the way you elongated that single orgasmic syllable. “think you’re so funny,” he says as he waits for your seven second orgasm to come to a closing halt. crimson red eyes makes your tummy churn as you meet his stern gaze and he grips your chin. “little girl, you’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

“w- what?” you coyly mutter, an almost smile pulls against each side of your lips before he glares at you.

sukuna pulls out and you gasp, your ankle brushing against the back of his torso and he squeezes your lips together. “brat,” he snarls, his tone all rough and husky. a free hand of sukuna’s sneaks down between your pried open legs to feel against your pussy. a real moan snatches out from your throat as he rubs sloppy circles against it, only to smack it again, and again, and again. your eyes start to roll as he continues to pace. you’re so soaked that it starts to coat his hand. “look at you. can’t get off to dick but you came just from a few pussy smacks? tch.”

“m-more, ‘kuna. don’t stop pleaseee.” you pant, feeling your tummy cave in as you’re directly underneath him. his weight hovers above you as he still grips your cheeks together, giving you a hot, steamy kiss. sukuna’s forked tongue glides against yours and you whimper in his mouth before he lightly pushes you off. you ‘oof’ back onto the fat padded mattress with a pout as he gets up. with a saddened frown, you sit up to whine. “where— where are you going?”

sukuna fixes his kimono before giving you an annoyed glower. “don’t worry about that. worry about how you’re gonna make that pathetic pussy finish since i apparently can’t make you cum,” and he snickers at your little grumbles before he walks out. “change the sheets when you’re done. fuckin’ wet girl.”

★ NANAMI KENTO

“…oh,” a deep voice groans from behind you. nanami’s voice was low, his simple oh sounded offended more than anything. most of the time he doesn’t really have you on all fours, doggystyle. but today, you were being a bit of a brat. nanami doesn’t mind your little antics, but if it’s to a point where he has to remind you of your place, he will. nanami’s thick cock was plunging in and out of you before he abruptly stops, slowing down once you ‘release.’

your moan sounded a bit too dramatic than usual, you gulp as he lightly grips onto the back of your shirt.

“oh….what?” you’d moan out, and you glance at the mirror that’s propped up in front of the both of you. there—you see nanami with a look of what seems to be mere irritation. nevertheless though, it’s hot. the way his gentle fawn irises burn into you, perfectly arched brows of his lower and a scowl forms onto his lips. he was still fully clothed, just his slacks from work hanging low. out of nowhere, he gives your ass a mean spank.

nanami sighs, feeling his dick that was stuffed inside of you twitch from the inside. “let’s not ask silly questions, my love. you faked that one, didn’t you?” and despite how sweet and alluring his delivery was—you heard a faint rasp in his voice, the baritone as he speaks makes you even more wetter than you already were.

you pout, not fond of how he stopped fucking you, you wanted more—you couldn’t help but be greedy for more of him.

“i didn’t,” you lie through your teeth, arching forward in a cute teasing attempt for him to finish drilling into you. nanami doesn’t follow through though, instead—he gathers a strong yet gentle grip of your hair. as his veins coarse through him, his hefty arms bulge as he pulls you forward to stare at your pathetic needy reflection. “f-finish fucking me, ‘ken. why’d you s-stop?”

“why should i continue, sweetheart? tell me that,” and his words were nothing more but a soft purr. his interest was suddenly piqued—you’ve never faked one of your orgasms before, at least not with him. as you lie on your chest, he takes a peek at your ass before letting off another low sigh. nanami gets directly up close to you before he delicately tightens the grip around your hair a tad bit. “ah, don’t be shy now. tell me what ‘m not doing right to make this pussy feel good. i know you faked it, my love.”

your breath hitches as nanami presses his weight against you—his throbbing cock buries itself between your entrance but he’s not even in fully.

he’s just … idle, his shaft remains near you and you whine from the feeling of him not moving.

“i was just p-playing,” you whine, feeling your perky nipples rub against the satiny-made sheets. whilst you smear your glossy lips together, you grind your hips against your husband. “just wanted attention, ‘ken.”

“my wife,” he whispers, planting a hot kiss near the nape of your neck. his touch alone could make you finish. it was that easy, nanami’s fingers skim against your waist before he sucks gently against your collarbone. “there’s other ways to get my attention, you know that,” and his voice softens by a mile. he’s always gentle with you, his throbbing cock all swollen and built up of so much volumes of seed that he was preparing to give to you. “ugh, having you bent over like this ‘s drivin’ me crazy,” he abruptly admits, feeling you wriggle your ass against his cock that was stuffed between the very temples of your ass. “but,” he swallows, sneaking another kiss, this time against your earlobe. “if i give you another orgasm, ‘s it gonna be real this time?”

“y- yes, promise,” you moan, desperate for him to go back inside. nanami’s hands grab onto your hips now as he pulls them up, relishing in your little arch you’ve got going on for only his eyes to see. you’re gorgeous, he huffs out a few breaths as you take your time to whine out your little words of desire. “won’t fake it anymore, jus’ finish fucking me, please.”

nanami groans—his fingers wrapping around his fat length, giving it a few mere pumps before he prods it against your hungry swallowing slit. “atta girl. keep that arch f’me, yeah,” he sucks his teeth, raising his chin up to where his jawline makes an appearance. “now,” he whispers, deepening his voice as he spreads your legs, making your right cheek sink into the cottony pillow. “let’s try this again. let’s see if i can get a little squirt out of you, sweetheart.”

★ SATORU GOJO

once he finds out you faked your orgasm, it significantly bruises his ego—he tries to play it off with a sheepish cackle cutting out of his throat. “heh, i can fake an orgasm better than that, y’know.” he’d mutter, yet you could hear the little tremor in gojo’s tone. he was quite literally pounding into you before he makes you lie down flat against his chest. he makes you spread your legs for him, exposing your dripping pussy before he pinches your clit. you moan, feeling gojo’s bulge brush off against your ass. “kinda hurt my feelings, hmph.”

“i didn’t f-fake it—” you try to lie. with his fingers rummaging near the inside of your cunt, it had you biting back your words in regret. you lean back against his chest, legs all spread and you start to squirm before he hums against your ear.

“squirmy today aren’t we?” gojo jeers with an impish smile. he titters at the way your legs judder all because of the indecourous stimulation. each tantalizing twitch makes him wanna rub his fingers against your clit even quicker. “if you don’t wanna gimme an orgasm, i’ll just have to do it myself, angel.”

you clench onto his thigh, allowing pleasure to overtake you before his fingertips skid against that familiar spot. now— your moans were very much real, gojo’s fingers was so lengthy that he could reach you in areas his own dick probably couldn’t locate. as your eyelids feel heavy, they shut before another whine leaves your mouth. he still keeps up his pace, maneuvering all kinds of circles over your pussy in a rotation manner before your thighs start to shudder in ecstasy.

“satoru, satoruuuu,” a heavenly sounded whimper dies out your throat. you only then roughly gnaw down on your lip, a cute try at trying to suppress your little moans. “don’t think i can c-cum anymore, ‘s good fuckk.”

he chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “yes you can, i know you can baby,” he whispers, and that’s when he moves again, moving himself between your legs this time. gojo brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, slithery strings of saliva peeling from your folds and it’s so sloppy. immediately, his lips get all moist and muggy with your honeyed slit. he creates a bowling ball grip with two lengthy fingers, shoving the two of them in and out before he blows parching hot air against your cunt. “gotta get my baby a little wetter.” he whispers, watching you pulse from the inside. within seconds, you happily coat your boyfriend's fingers with your dingy sheet arousal before he slowly vigorously continues to knead various circles and shapes against your swollen nub. you were throbbing laboriously, pulse after pulse as you panting repeats itself as if you’re running a marathon.

gojo lolls out his long wet tongue against your pretty pussy, savoring your candied taste as he feels you roughly joggle against his mouth. hot puffs of pants fans against your folds as he chuckles, and he then starts to spank your pussy raw. one spank turns into two, then three, then four . .

you didn’t want him to stop anytime soon—his guzzling greedy sucks against your clit only makes you spasm out even faster. by now, you don’t even remember why you faked your orgasm because the real one was finally about to present itself. it’s coming to you like a tsunami wave, you can’t predict it but it’s preparing to crash into you all at once. the build up has you almost drooling before you grip onto his his meaty thigh.

“s-satoru— something’s hnghhh coming. oh my goddd,” and you’re trapped in a haze, yet gojo doesn’t stop there. he’s so offended that he doesn’t just make you cream on his fingers. he makes you squirt on them too, gushing out so much the that sheets are now all soaked thanks to you. whilst your tummy heaves, your legs feel all numb and not before long, he makes you squirt again. your jaw cutely sways itself open as you lie back on the mattress, feeling the few spurts trickle out of you slowly. “f-fuck,” you whine, and your voice is all strained and tiny.

gojo hums before he starts making out with your pussy. his eyes close as if he’s actually kissing you, each smooch sounds more sloppy by the second before he pulls out his fingers, sitting up to slide them into your mouth. “taste yourself baby. now thaaaat’s how you orgasm,” and as you take his digits into your mouth with droopy eyes, your tongue swirls all around his fingertips. as you moan amply from your own taste, he wrenches out his fingers before sneaking a two second kiss on your lips. “awww, don’t tap out on me now. you can give ‘toru one more, right?”

[sweetshuga]

❝𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔.❞

starring 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

⟡ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ pet names ⋆ pnv ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ praise kink (?) ⋆ more.

You’d been purposely teasing Matt ever since you learned that he was attracted to you in that way. You’d dress in more skin revealing clothes than normal when you hung out with him, or you’d go without a bra — sometimes even going commando.

And the worst part? You’d always tell him about it during a lull in your conversation or just bring it up casually then immediately talk about something else as if you didn’t just plant dirty thoughts in his head.

Today, however, Matt had enough of your teasing.

You were sitting on his couch, legs crossed casually, wearing that damned sundress that draped over your curves in a way that had his jeans tightening.

“You know... going without panties is really nice — feels so breezy down there,” you said, idly scrolling through insta reels as if you didn’t just tell your best friend that you weren’t wearing any underwear.

The different audios coming from your phone filled in the silence, but none helped Matt distract himself from his increasingly inappropriate thoughts.

Matt’s jaw muscles ticked, his pupils dilating and eyes turning dark with desire. His body betrayed him as his cock began to harden and he discreetly adjusted himself while his eyes raked over your body.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, throat going dry at the thought of you sitting beside him in nothing but one piece of clothing.

You were definitely doing this on purpose.

“You’re really fucking pushing it.” He murmured, voice low and husky with barely controlled lust.

“What?” You pretended not to understand what he meant, but the smile in your voice gave way to your oblivious act.

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me-” he cut himself off, taking a deep, shaky breath before continuing with gritted teeth. “I. had. enough.”

Before you could react, you were manhandled into a position Matt wanted you in — draped over the couch. Your knees dug into the cushions and your hands gripped the backrest of the couch as you tried to balance yourself.

Matt pulled up the hem of your dress until your bare ass was on display, his fingers immediately sinking into the supple flesh of your cheeks before he pulled them apart to reveal your glistening pussy.

His cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of your arousal.

“Fuuck, sweetheart, you’re dripping.” Matt groaned. “I... I need to be inside you,” he murmured urgently, but didn’t do anything about it since he wanted to know if you wanted it too.

“Tell me we can’t — tell me to stop... Because I don’t think I can control myself from taking you right here on this fucking couch.” His breathing was ragged, his voice taking an almost desperate tone.

“Don’t stop, please.” Your plea shattered whatever he had left of his self-control and he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, fumbling slightly before finally freeing himself.

His heavy, veiny length slapped against his stomach when he pulled down his boxers, standing tall and proud and already leaking precum.

Matt spit on his palm and wrapped his fingers around himself, pumping his length to lubricate it before teasing your drenched slit with his tip, groaning lowly at the warm wetness coating his cockhead.

You both moaned softly when he slowly pushed his tip inside. his hands held your hips tightly as he thrust forward, pushing almost all of his length inside you in one smooth motion.

“Oh-oh my g-god,” you stuttered, slightly overwhelmed by the feeling of being stuffed full of matt.

He began to move, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you in languid, deep strokes — each one deep enough for his tip to kiss your cervix.

“Thaat’s right, baby... Fuck yourself on my dick.” Matt groaned when you began to push back against him, your ass meeting his hips with wet smacks. “Just-juust like that... Take every fucking inch — oh, fuuckk--”

The lewd sounds of his cock plowing in and out of your sopping cunt filled the living room — along with your pleasure-filled, needy moans and his low groans and grunts.

Matt noticed the way your inner walls fluttered around his length and he knew you were close. His hips stuttered at the knowledge that he was making you feel this good, his own pleasure growing.

His hand snaked around to rub your clit in quick circles and his free arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place as he began to really fuck you.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me... Cum on your best friend’s cock.” matt rasped, his hips slapping against your ass with enough force for you to recoil forward, but his arm around your waist had you unable to move away from the intensity of it all.

Your whole body tensed when you finally let go — a powerful orgasm ripping through you. Your pussy squeezed him soo good, so much so he couldn’t help but groan loudly.

“Good girl... Your pussy feels fucking amazing,” Matt leaned down and whispered, letting his lips graze the shell of your ear, his chest flush against your back.

He fucked you through your orgasm but slowed down enough for you catch your breath. He nuzzled his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“One more... I need more.” Matt whispered, his hips moving slowly, face still buried in your neck as he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin there.

“You’re addictive.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

⟡ 𝟎.𝟗𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ⸝⸝ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 ་༘࿐ Pretend you didn’t see me make another new account just to delete it again lol

[monstersholygrail]

You stand before him naked, your heavenly body basking in the daylight. The warmth of your skin calling to him, beckoning him toward the path of light. The path that leads to you.

Demon Priest reaches you, almost hesitant to touch the sanctity of your skin. He leans forward, inhaling your scent deeply and allowing your presence to wash over him.

You watch him closely with bated breath. The way he teases you has arousal gushing between your thighs. And you know he’s caught the scent when his nostrils flare and the slits of his pupils sharpen.

Almost as if in punishment for how you affect him, a torture he’s never inflicted before, Demon Priest brushes the tips of his claws down your arm reverently, leaving you gasping and a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“I have only ever gotten on my knees for one being,” he rumbles lowly, cupping your cheek, his gaze intense as he looks in your eyes. “Now I get on my knees for you of my own free will.”

He bares your throat to him, his fangs grazing your neck with his kiss. His lips leave a trail of blazing fire as he makes his way down your body. Leaving you to cry out, your pussy tingling with need as you lean into every kiss.

“Darling, I don’t think—“

He effectively silences you with a wet kiss to your pussy as you choke, your legs automatically spreading for him, your back leaning against the window. You meet his gaze as he looks up at you so prettily.

“Let me show my devotion how I see fit,” he nearly growls, his hands running along the outside of your meaty thighs. “For everyone to see.”

Your brows furrow, swearing you must’ve misheard him but his tongue slipping between your folds quickly diverts your attention.

“Who’s the expert here?” He adds with a brief smirk before fully diving into your pussy.

A fierce growl leaves him as your essence coats his tongue. His jaw unhinges, eagerly lapping up your slit and slipping into your wet cunt. Close is not close enough as he makes out with your pussy, eyes fluttering closed and letting himself be consumed by your taste.

Whines slip past your lips as you writhe against the window, shamelessly grinding into Demon Priests face. Your ass slapping against the window with every jerk of your hips. He can’t encourage your desperation more, short grunts leaving him as your pussy suffocates him. And what a way to go.

He fucks your pussy with his tongue, swirling the long muscle along your walls and setting your every nerve aflame. Thrusting deeper and deeper until he has you crying out and gushing all over his face. Your orgasm wracking through you and making you feel so utterly divine. Demon Priest is right there to work you through the high, swallowing every drop of your essence.

It would be too sinful to waste.

When your climax begins to fade, Demon Priest grins almost viciously as he leans back, his face covered in your release as he watches you sag against the window. He can’t help but peer outside of it, wondering who had stopped to enjoy the show…

For thou shalt not have a hidden faith but a courageous one. And Demon Priest would not hide his worship of you.

[girlinterupptedsblog]

could you write one where the reader is a total pillow princess. idk maybe they’re going to bed or something but rafe gets horny so she tells him to make it quick. he just pounds her into the mattress

Pillow princess

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, manhandling, pillow princess dynamic, dom!Rafe, degradation, possessiveness, overstimulation, breeding kink (mention), creampie, spanking, choking (light), fingering, filthy language, hair pulling, slight dub-con vibes (only because you're lazy/tired and he's relentless), semi-public moaning risk, heavy praise/degradation mix, bed shaking, marking/biting. 18+ ONLY.

You were dead tired. The kind of lazy that sinks into your bones, making your limbs feel heavy and your mind float somewhere between awake and asleep. All you wanted was to slip into the sheets, curl into Rafe’s chest, and knock out for the night.

Rafe had other plans.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened as he stood at the edge of the bed, bare chest rising with each slow breath. The smirk on his face was dangerous—he knew exactly what you were trying to do when you tucked yourself under the covers, burying your face into the pillow with a soft yawn.

“Nah, don’t even try that sleepy shit,” he growled, yanking the blanket off of you in one swift motion, leaving you exposed in your thin tank top and panties. His large hand gripped your ankle, dragging you back to the edge of the bed like you were weightless.

“Rafe…” you whined, your voice already breathy, lazy. “I’m tired.”

“Yeah? Too fucking tired to take this dick?” he muttered, kneeling on the bed between your spread legs, hand sliding up your thigh with a slow, threatening grip. “That’s fine. You don’t gotta do a damn thing. Lay there, princess. I’ll handle all the work.”

You shivered at the promise, biting your lip as he tugged your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder. His eyes stayed glued to your heat, already glistening just from his tone alone.

“You’re so fucking wet for me and you’re claiming you’re too tired?” he scoffed, dragging his fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick. “You’re such a dirty little pillow princess, you know that?”

You whimpered, squirming a little, but he pinned your hips down with one hand, fingers sliding through your slit before plunging two deep inside you without warning.

“Fuck—Rafe,” you gasped, arching off the bed as his fingers curled and pumped hard, hitting that spot that made your legs tremble.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Lay the fuck down and let me take what’s mine.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond. He yanked his boxers down, cock already throbbing, veiny and thick, tip flushed with need. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wide open for him, and you could feel him dragging the tip through your folds, teasing your entrance.

Then he slammed into you in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, fuckin’ heaven every time,” he groaned, head tipping back, hips immediately slamming into yours without mercy. The bed creaked under his weight, his pace relentless, rough, like he was punishing you for being lazy.

Your hands fisted the sheets, moans spilling out, but Rafe wasn’t satisfied. He leaned down, wrapping one hand around your throat, applying the slightest pressure, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You wanted to lay there and do nothing, right?” he panted against your ear, his hips pounding into you, balls slapping your ass with each thrust. “Just let me fuck you stupid? That what you wanted, baby?”

You nodded, barely able to form words, eyes rolling back as he drove deeper, faster. He grabbed one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder for a deeper angle, the new position making you cry out.

“Fucking take it. Be a good little pillow princess for me.”

His free hand gripped your breast, squeezing hard before his teeth sank into your shoulder, marking you, claiming you. His rhythm never faltered, hips slamming against yours so hard the headboard banged the wall.

“Shit, listen to you,” he growled, his hand slipping down to rub your clit in tight circles. “You say you’re tired but your pussy’s sucking me in like a fucking whore.”

You screamed, body shaking, pleasure building fast, and he knew it. He could feel you clenching around him, your slick coating his cock as he fucked you into the mattress like an animal.

“Gonna cum? Yeah? Cum on this dick, sweetheart. Make a mess on me. I wanna feel you fucking gush.”

You shattered, back arching off the bed, walls squeezing him so tight he nearly lost it. He fucked you through it, never slowing, his own release building.

“Fuck—fuck—gonna fill this pussy. Take it. Take all my cum like the good little fuck toy you are.”

His hips stuttered, cock buried deep, tip kissing your cervix as he spilled inside you, groaning low and dirty in your ear, grinding into you to milk every drop.

You lay there, boneless, gasping for air, thighs shaking. Rafe smirked above you, leaning down to kiss your neck, his cock still twitching inside you.

“Lazy bitch,” he muttered, pulling out and watching his cum leak out of you. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck it back in later.”