#chuuya and toji chuuya and toji chuuya and toji!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[teddybeartoji]

anyway what if i say that toji and chuuya would get along well.... PARTENERSSSS i think they'd make good partners. they could bond over their shared 'hatred' of dazai but then if toji goes too far he feels chuuya's burning glare and he tones it down. i feel like he would even tease THAAT much bc he already feels so bad for chuu bc wdym he likes dazai yk😒😒😒😒 no but yeah this is such a good duo bc they get shit done!!!!!!!!! and chuuya doesn't want to rip out his hair,, they ofc still tease each other and make fun of each other but idk it just works okay.

[sqtorux]

you cunningly rock your hips while sitting on his lap and he's STRUGGLING.

and you're so sly knowing exactly what you're doing to him. you can see him visibly struggling, his jaw clenched hard but you have no intention of stopping.

"isn't it so hot guys?" you adjust your seating, grinding against his erection subtly. your circle of friends agree but he's not listening or contributing to the discussion about some temperature.

you push further bravely upon seeing how desperate he was and move up a notch, gently brushing your hands on his rock hard dick.

he exhales a breath of hot hair, tickling the back of your neck and your confidence splurges. you boldly rock your hips again, just one more and you're done — you promise yourself.

but just as you were about to execute your amazing idea, big firm hands stop your motions short. they hold against your hips, immobilising you in place.

he leans closer into the crook of your neck, grunting softly "you're gonna regret that."

"regret what?" you look at him innocently.

he huffs out an annoyed scoff as his hot breath tingles the side of your neck "lets see how slick you can be when i have my way with you later."

gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, nakahara chuuya, tetcho suehiro, michizo tatchihara, shota aizawa, dabi, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, wakatoshi ushijima, levi ackerman + your contributions?

[angelsrcute]

Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

Leona, ROOK, Leech twins, Blade, Boothill, Asmo, Barbatos, Childe, Sukuna, TOJI, Scara, Pantalone, Chuuya, DAZAI, Akutagawa + your favs.

[miiyas]

boyfriends who hold your hair back while you wash the clay mask off you face, slowly check off the mental list of the things you do during your monthly ‘skin care to the max.’ you’re exfoliating, washing, drying, smearing on a clay mask, washing again, and guasha-ing, a special thing you do once a month. it’s a long, tedious event, but it’s a reward you grant yourself when the time was right.

but despite the long process, your boyfriend, your oh-so loving boyfriend, holds your hair back and tucks in loose and stray strands of hair behind your ear as you splash water on your face, gently washing off whatever is on your face. by the first twenty minutes, he can feel the balls of his feet grow sore, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he asks if you’re done yet, only to see you turn your head with loose debris on your chin, cheeks, eyes, and forehead. he gives out a chuckle before letting out a ‘nevermind.’

but he isn’t done after the sink, no, he’s there holding all your lotions, toners, guasha, even a bottle of water, sitting hunched over on a chair as he watches you gently work with your face. there’s a soft look in his eyes that never fails to remain as he passes you things before you even ask, placing things back down after you hand items back to you, tidying up before you can even realize.

by the time you’re done with everything, you come to consciousness with the jolts of pain on your heels and how your back gives out ever so slightly. but not to worry because despite it being a little past the time he’s supposed to be in bed, he’ll carry you and tuck you under the covers, even if it’s a quick seven steps away. a gentle kiss would be placed on the corners of your lips as he crawls into bed, laying beside you with arms wrapping around your waist. his nose tucks between the gap of your neck, inhaling your scent before placing a feather light kiss, eyes fluttering shut and lips still pressed onto your skin, a gentle, content smile tugging the corners of his cheeks.

SATORU GOJO, ryomen sukuna, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, KENTO NANAMI, toji fushiguro, SUGURU GETO (jjk), CHUUYA NAKAHARA, ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, osamu dazai, fyodor dostoevsky (bsd), TOBIO KAGEYAMA, miya twins, TETSURO KUROO, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, rintaro suna, (haikyuu), + ur favs !!

[takumifujiwarastan]

men who treat you wasting even a single drop of his cum like a sin. men who replace their cock with their fingers after blowing a massive load into you to stuff his cum in real good as it tries to seep out of your puffy cunt.

men who grab a fistful of your hair and make you lick his cum off of the bedsheets if you even dare to wipe the extra off of your hands.

men who collect the sticky substance on their thumb as it drips down your chin and stuffs his digit into your mouth, ordering you firmly to "suck."

his cum is like a blessing to you, and he makes sure you treat it as so. or he may have to stuff you even more full than you already are <3

TOJI, SUKUNA, gojo, nanami, EREN, LEVI, ryosuke, KEISUKE, DABI, tachihara, DAZAI, chuuya, F Y O D O R, +your favs!!

[nu11lar]

he would be the type of person to go wayy too far into fucking you, wether it will be during a dinner gathering or... in the balcony. he would either have your stomach pressed against the cold railings or make you hold onto them while he abuses your sopping hole from behind. it doesn't matter if it's too risky, embarrassing, or humiliating, he would not care. not even a single bit.

it will turn him even more on if someone across the apartment building is also out in the balcony, having the chance for the person to see just two people making love at night in the balcony, now that's some murda b shit.

he'll press his chest against your back and place his hands ontop of yours, keeping you still. his lips inches closer to the shell of your ear as his hot breath fans over it. you're practically begging him to slow down and do this somewhere else but he refuses, he just wants to show the world what kind of slut you are for your boyfriend/fiancé.

"hm? you're sayin' that this is embarrassing? then how come you're creaming all over my dick and tightening around me huh? silly girl, you're enjoying this."

"tsk, tsk, what a whore. you enjoy being watched by the people across from us while i fuck you dumb eh? i should do this more- fuck- more often.."

he just loves to humiliate you, doesn't he?

🦢 ㅡ GOJO SATORU, TOJI FUSHIGURO, geto suguru, RAN HAITANI, HANMA SHUJI, manjiro "mikey" sano, izana kurokawa, scaramouche, CHILDE, wriothesley, hobie brown, DAZAI OSAMU, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, fyodor dostoevsky, NIKOLAI GOGOL, sanemi shinazugawa, DOUMA, + any of your faves !

[robotinvenus]

Men who love fucking you from the back, not because they don’t love seeing your pretty face, but because they love the sight of your thighs and your ass bouncing with every thrust they give you. Imagine it, your moans and cries, muffled from your face being smothered in the fluffy pillows, your ass up in a deep arch, sweating. And him, standing on his feet behind you, thrusting hard, mounting you. He looks down at you, your ass and your thighs recoiling from each harsh thrust, your waist looks delicious from up here, he thinks, and god, he loves this shit.

TENGEN UZUI, geto suguru, EREN YEAGER, SIMON FUCKING RILEY, SANEMI, TOJI, GOJO, dazai, CHUUYA, MATSUKAWA ISSEI, tsukishima, KEN RYUGUJI, shinichiro, AYATO KAMISATO, BOOTHILL, diluc, ITTO, GALLAGHER (hsr), wriothesley, AIZAWA SHOUTA, shigaraki??

[bittysuguru]

THINKING about men who’d come untouched.

ones who’ve had more than a couple of wet dreams about you, dreams they’d never confess to.

kissing you for the first time feels like they’re 12 again, reliving that dizzying discovery of pleasure, like when they first learned how to touch themselves.

they’re starving for you, slipping their tongue into your mouth as if trying to devour every bit of you, pulling you closer until your clothed front brushes against their aching hardness.

one needy moan of their name, and they’re gone—ruined without even needing a touch.

they’ll never admit it, but you're so irresistible that they can't help but cum untouched.

TOJI, SUKUNA, GOJO, GETO, NANAMI,22 MEGUMI, EREN, KEISUKE, DABI, TACHIHARA, DAZAI, CHUUYA, FYODOR, ANGO, ODA, AKUTAGAWA, TENGEN, SANEMI, SEBASTIAN + YOUR FAVS!!

[newroseanna]

His veiny hands gripped your neck tight. Not too tight too the point you couldn't breath but tight enough that it adds to the pleasure you were already feeling from his throbbing cock slamming into you. "T-to much!!" You choked out as you instinctively tightened around him. "Too much? It's too m-much? But you're gripping so..damn h-hard-" His fat tip was hitting the very end of your womb. He loved it when you were so drunk of his dick. His little cum slut.

Childe, Eren, Toji, Sanemi, Chuuya, Sukuna, Dabi, Shigaraki, Naoya, Mikey, Bakugo (insert your favs)

[inkedtension]

He looks exhausted when he walks in—a hectic week altogether—tie loose, hair a mess, the weight of the day still clinging to his shoulders. You only get a proper kiss before he mumbles something about freshening up, leaving you standing there, needy and restless, watching him disappear into the bathroom.

When he comes back, he’s shirtless, hair damp, towel lazily slung around his neck. He settles on the bed against the headboard, long legs stretched out, a book in his hand. The glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his chest, the definition of his collarbones, the slope of his abs. And yet, he doesn’t seem to notice the way your gaze lingers.

You’re curled up at the edge of the bed, watching him, sulking a little. He must feel it, must sense the heat of your stare, because he barely glances up from his book before tilting his head toward you.

“Come here, baby.” His voice is low, lazy, but there’s something in it that makes your stomach tighten. “Sit on me.”

You first didn't understand if he meant his face or his lap, when he takes off his shorts is when you understand.

Your breath catches. “Aren’t you tired?”

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “And? C'm on, you know both you and I want it.”

That was enough to make warmth pool at the base of your spine. He sets the book aside for a second, beckoning you with his fingers.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice like honey, thick and coaxing. “Missed you.”

It’s enough to make you move before you can think better of it, before you can let the last bit of hesitation keep you away. As soon as you settle onto his lap, his hands find your waist, taking down your panties as you lift your hips up.

He lifts you slightly, making you sit on his cock, it doesn't completely fit, of course, thumbs stroking your skin through the fabric of your shirt as his tip teases that spot.

He picks up the book again, but his eyes flicker down to yours,

“You gonna behave while I read?”

You shift slightly, just enough to make his grip tighten.

His chuckle is low, teasing. “Didn’t think so.”

He picks up the book again, pretending to be absorbed in it, but you don’t miss the way his grip tightens when you shift just a little.

“You comfortable, darlin'?” he murmurs absently, eyes flicking over the pages, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You hum, pressing your palms to his bare chest, tracing slow circles over his skin. “Mhm,” you breathe, leaning in, brushing your lips over his jaw. He doesn’t react, doesn’t move—just keeps reading like you’re not practically melting against him.

So, you move. Just a little. A slow, innocent shift, dragging your body against his like you’re just trying to get comfortable. His fingers twitch against your waist.

Still, he doesn’t say anything.

You try again, shifting higher, rolling your hips ever so slightly before sinking back down, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck.

His jaw tenses, his breath catches—just for a second—but he keeps his face hidden behind the book, stubbornly ignoring you.

“Baby,” you whine softly, dragging your lips along the column of his throat, your fingers slipping into his hair. He’s so warm, so solid beneath you, and the way he’s acting like he doesn’t care makes heat spark in your stomach.

He exhales through his nose, tilting his head back just enough to let you nuzzle into him, but his voice stays even. “What is it, sweetheart?”

You shift again, slower this time, your body pressing flush against his. His hands slide down, palms warm against your thighs now, holding you in place—but not stopping you.

“You’re ignoring me,” you pout, rolling your hips ever so slightly.

He lets out a low hum, flipping a page with maddening calm. “Am I?”

“Mmhm,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear now. “Feels mean.”

His grip tightens, his fingers flexing, but he doesn’t pull you closer, doesn’t stop you. He just lets you move, lets you tease yourself against him while he hides behind the book like you’re not driving him insane.

Finally, after another slow shift of your hips, he exhales sharply, his fingers pressing into your skin. “You having fun, sweet thing?”

You grin, pressing your forehead against his. “Maybe.”

You keep moving against him, slow and teasing, pressing yourself closer, but he doesn’t give in. Doesn’t acknowledge the way your body rolls against his, how your hands roam over his chest, fingertips tracing over his collarbones, his shoulders, the muscles in his arms.

He just keeps his book in front of his face, pretending to be unaffected, though his grip on your waist tightens each time you shift.

Still, you don’t stop.

You press your lips to the curve of his jaw, down his throat, your breath warm against his skin. Nothing. Another slow roll of your hips. Nothing. His chest rises a little quicker, but he keeps reading, keeps ignoring the way you’re growing needier by the second.

So you pull back.

Lift off of him completely, his hands falling from your waist as you shift onto your knees in front of him. He doesn’t say a word, but you can feel his gaze burning into you. Like he isn’t gripping the book just a little too tight.

And then—slowly, deliberately—you pull your shirt over your head. Let it fall somewhere on the bed before you turn around, completely bare.

This time, when you sink on him again, when your skin presses against his, warm and soft, he sucks in a quiet breath. It’s subtle, barely audible, but you hear it—the smallest groan, low in his throat, like he’s finally letting himself react, just for a second.

You smirk, leaning back against his chest, your bare back skin meeting his warmth. His hand finds your waist again, palm splayed across your stomach now, going lower, caressing your public hair, fingers pressing in ever so slightly, then, creeping up to your breasts.

But still—one hand stays on the book, his eyes flickering over the pages like he isn’t affected, like he doesn’t feel the heat of your body against his.

Then—slowly, lazily—his free hand moves up, reaching for the band holding your hair in place. A gentle tug, and your ponytail loosens, hair spilling over your shoulders, cascading down your back.

He exhales, fingers threading through the strands, brushing them over one shoulder before his palm rests lightly against your collarbone. His lips ghost the side of your head, warm and teasing.

You lift again, rolling your hips, teasing yourself against him, but he’s too big—he doesn’t completely fit, and the realization sends a frustrated whimper past your lips. You try again, sinking down only to an extent, but it’s not enough. The slow drag, the aching stretch—it’s driving you crazy.

And then—you feel it. The sharp inhale he takes, the way his fingers dig into your hips, his patience snapping in an instant.

His book is tossed aside without a second thought.

Before you can process it, he grips your waist and pushes you down onto him fully, a deep, strained groan rumbling from his chest as you gasp with a moan, hands flying to his thighs for support. The pressure, the overwhelming fullness—it has your whole body trembling.

Then, he moves.

He leans forward, chest pressing against your back, his warmth caging you in as he shifts, guiding you down onto your elbows and knees. You barely register the change in position before he presses against you from behind, rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts that knock the air from your lungs.

A strangled moan escapes you, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he moves again, unhurried but devastating, each motion precise, like he’s savoring the way you fall apart beneath him.

His breath is heavy, hot against the back of your neck. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” His voice is rough, strained, and when you whimper in response, he lets out a low groan, his hips pressing even deeper.

He leans forward, to hear you and to feel your skin better—his arm slides around your throat from behind, not tight, just enough to keep you close, to keep you exactly where he wants you.

His grip is firm but careful, fingers resting lightly against your pulse, feeling the way it races beneath his touch. He groans again, voice husky in your ear as he keeps moving, slow and deep, his other hand holding your waist.

���That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. “Take it. J—just like that.”

Your eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure, and that’s when you see it—the mirror straight ahead, mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

The sight knocks the breath from your lungs.

The reflection captures everything—his body towering over yours, his one hand gripping your waist and the other on your heck, the way he moves against you, desperate, like he can’t get enough. His expression is dark with hunger, his lips parted, chest heaving with each deep thrust, biting and kissing your neck.

You can’t look away.

A choked moan escapes your lips, louder than before, your gaze locked on the image before you. The way you tremble beneath him, the way his body fits against yours so perfectly—it sends another wave of heat through you.

Behind you, he notices.

His pace falters for a second, his head tilting slightly before he follows your gaze—and when he sees it, when he sees himself buried deep inside you, his body covering yours, your dazed eyes, drool from your lips, how you tighten around him, how your moans got louder, his grip on your waist tightens.

A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.

"You like that view, sweetheart?" His voice is husky, rough with desire.

You can barely manage a response, your moan answering for you, and that’s all it takes.

"Y—yeah? you like that baby?"

His pace shifts—harder, faster, so hard you start moving upwards away from him so he pulls you back on him, as if the sight of you together, of you unraveling beneath him, has pushed him over the edge. His breathing turns ragged, each thrust sending shivers down your spine, and you know he’s close.

So are you.

Your hands clench the sheets, your body arching, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until—

His name spills from your lips, broken and breathless, as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling in his grasp.

Only then does he let go.

With one final thrust, his body tenses, his own release following yours, a deep groan escaping as he collapses onto you, his weight warm and heavy, pressing you into the bed.

For a moment, neither of you move.

His chest rises and falls against your back, his breath warm against your shoulder, his arms still wrapped around you like he’s unwilling to let go just yet.

Then—softly, teasingly—he presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck, his voice a deep murmur against your skin.

"Now that," he breathes, a satisfied smirk in his tone, "was a sight worth watching."

A lazy hum vibrates against your skin as he stays draped over you, his weight heavy but comforting, grounding you after the storm you both just weathered. His lips graze your shoulder, soft and lingering, before he finally shifts, rolling off you just enough to let you breathe.

But he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he pulls you back against his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing is deep, still uneven, but his lips find your skin again, trailing slow, featherlight kisses along your shoulder, up to your jaw.

"You okay, sweetheart?" His voice is warm, thick with exhaustion, but there’s a hint of something else too—concern, devotion, the quiet way he always makes sure you’re alright.

You nod, still catching your breath, and he chuckles softly, his fingers brushing lazy circles against your bare skin.

"Did so well for me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

You sigh, sinking into his warmth, letting yourself melt as he shifts to sit up, reaching over to grab the blanket from the edge of the bed. With careful hands, he pulls it over both of you, tucking you close against him, his body still warm from exertion.

The weight of exhaustion tugs at your limbs, pulling you toward sleep, but just as you begin to drift, you feel it—

A slow, lazy touch trailing along your skin.

At first, it’s featherlight, almost absentminded, like he’s moving on instinct even in his half-asleep state. His fingertips trace delicate patterns along your stomach before slipping lower, pressing against you with a knowing intent.

Your breath hitches.

"Mm," he hums sleepily against your neck, his voice thick with exhaustion but still laced with that ever-present hunger. "Not done with you yet, sweetheart."

The words send a shiver through you, heat pooling where his fingers tease, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way you react even with his eyes closed. His grip tightens around your waist, keeping you close as his lips press against the curve of your shoulder, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

"You can take one more for me, can’t you? I can’t believe I lived without this for a week.”

Usually, he takes his time, his mouth and hands working in tandem, drawing you apart piece by piece, only then do you come on his cock, but tonight, there was a crack in the routine.

He’s tired—so tired—and yet, not enough to resist.

Not enough to deny himself this.

His fingers dip lower, pressing against you, and when he feels the heat, the wetness waiting for him, he lets out a low, satisfied hum.

“I almost forgot,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the curve of your jaw, “how gorgeous you are like this. All flustered, sensitive and red and—”

He presses in, two fingers sliding deep, and the breath you take is sharp, stolen from your lungs.

“—so fucking wet for me.”

His fingers move with a practiced rhythm, slow but deliberate, coaxing you closer. His lips press against your shoulder, murmuring against your flushed skin, a litany of sweet nothings that only make the pleasure coil tighter inside you.

"That’s it, sweet, sweet cunt," he breathes, voice thick with exhaustion but dripping with satisfaction. "Let go for me… just like that."

Your head falls back against his shoulder, body melting into his as he works you through it, his touch unrelenting until he feels you come undone, trembling in his arms. He doesn’t stop until the last wave passes, until he’s sure he’s wrung out every last drop of pleasure from you.

Only then does he ease his fingers out, dragging them up over your thigh, slow and reverent, as if he’s memorizing the way you feel against him. His other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, anchoring you against his chest, clean his fingers by tasting you.

"Missed you so much," he mutters into your hair, voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t think I can go a week without you again."

His lips press against your temple, soft and lingering, before he shifts, reaching for the blanket and pulling it over both of you. His warmth surrounds you, his touch still gentle as he strokes lazy circles into your hip, lulling you into a haze of post-bliss exhaustion.

"You good, sweetheart?" he asks, voice softer now, more tender. You nod sleepily, and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

"Sleep," he whispers. "I’ve got you."

And with his arms wrapped around you, his breath steady and warm against your skin, you believe him.

[osaemu]

boyfriends who bend you over the nearest table the second they stumble home after a long, stressful day of work. he starts out fucking you rough to take his mind off of his shitty day, but after an hour he slows down, thrusts growing lazier and sloppier as he releases whatever's left of his tension. after all, what better way to relax than with a glass of wine and your pussy?

gojo, TOJI, geto, dazai, CHUUYA, kunikida, LEVI, reiner, childe, DILUC, zhongli, kaeya, hawks, AIZAWA

[chuulyssa]

“what? am i being stupid?” “no. i-” you chuckle. “no, of course not. you’re just rather adorable.”

he frowns hearing that word. adorable? it seems too... childish to describe him. he’s him. he’s definitely not adorable. he’s handsome. he’s cool. he’s attractive and powerful. not adorable or cute or any other dumb thing like that.

but for some reason, coming from you, it doesn’t sound all that bad.

dazai ESPECIALLY pm!dazai/beastzai CHUUYA FYODOR fukuzuwa AKUTAGAWA LEVI eren light l ryuzaki mello GOJO SATORUUU megumi toji GETO sukuna?? idk + add more !!

[ashthemadwriter]

Kinktober Masterlist

October 1st— Cunnilingus | Sanji Vinsmoke

Your friend can't deny you when you're this needy for him, but you have to keep it down.

October 3rd— Breeding | Gojo Satoru

Seeing you with a baby in your hands, your boyfriend can't get the idea out of his head.

October 6th— Incest | Chuuya Nakahara

Your parents are abroad for a week and Chuuya can't say no to her spoiled stepsister.

October 9th— Workplace sex | Katsuki Bakugo

A short visit to your boyfriend's workplace turns into something more.

October 12th— Cuddlefuck | Osamu Dazai

You're cuddling with your husband and everything's peaceful until you feel his boner against your crotch.

October 15th— Somnophilia | Atsumu Miya

You wouldn't mind if you wake up with your boyfriend's cum between your legs, would you?

October 18th— Hate sex | Tooru Oikawa

As much as he hates your guts, he can't deny how sexy you are, especially in an empty room.

October 21st— Degradation | Toji Fushiguro

How can you be so horny in the middle of a mission? What a slut you are!

October 24th— Cockwarming | Sae Itoshi

You tell Sae about your day while sitting on his cock.

October 27th— Dry humping | Megumi Fushiguro

Just the tip my ass! Megumi has to find another way to pleasure himself.

October 30th— Aphrodisiac | Eren Yaeger

You catch Eren's eye and he comes up with a way to get into your pants.

[0asisbliss]

Men who you know they love you because they literally feel as if they have nothing else. All they want is you. Your body. Your warmth all they ever want from now to the end of fucking time is you because you’re the most precious person they’ve met. And they know they’ll never ever let you go.

CHOSO, GOJO, Yuuji, Yuuta, Sukuna, Toji, Higurmua, (JJK) Chrollo, Uvogin, NOBUNAGA, Illumi, SHALNARK, (HXH) Chuuya, Dazai, RANPO, Fyodor, (BSD) Aizawa, PRESENT MIC, (MHA)

[takumifujiwarastan]

a stupid juvenile game of cops and robbers is what it was. one that you reluctantly agreed to joining at your friends' constant pleas. once everyone received their roles, they scattered to different parts of the abandoned warehouse to gain a head-start, a strategy you did not attempt in fact, as you decided it was better to save your energy– not that you really cared.

some time into the game you found yourself on one of the higher levels of the run-down building, opting to hide out instead of run. you crept down the hallway in silence, peering over the corner of the intersecting halls to spot for the opposing team– the cops. of course you couldn't take it fucking easy, and you just had to get the role that forced you to be on the lookout for–

“gotcha.”

a low voice growled beside your ear, a large hand coming up and gripping your waist, aggressively indicating the presence of someone of the opposition was behind you, emerging from the dark hall. You scoff in response. “you gotta take me to the jail, idiot.” you say, matter-of-factly.

“hmmm…. nah.” he responds dryly. a stark contrast to his next actions, that being him flipping  you around and slamming your back to the wall, pinning your wrists above your head.

“i'd rather punish this naughty robber myself.”

NAGI, chigiri, BACHIRA, megumi, GOJO, GETO, toji, SUNA, tsukishima, KUROO, suga, DAZAI, CHUUYA, ranpo (+ your favs!!)

[bittysuguru]

⊹ ࣪ ˖Thinking about men who would fuck you in public.

when they're turned on, they ARE relentless. It doesn't matter if you're in a crowded bar or a quiet library. they'll drag you to the nearest corner, pin you against the wall, and kiss you with hunger, their kisses are the sloppiest especially if they're drunk, like they can't be bothered to hold back.

they'd hike your skirt up without a second thought, roughly tugging your panties aside because they're too impatient to take them off. then, without warning, they'd thrust their thick, throbbing cock into your wet, needy hole. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes ⊹ ࣪ ˖plap plap plap⊹ ࣪ ˖ but they don't care who hears. they just need to fill you up, right there, right then. and when they're done, they pull out to see you dripping with their cum, exactly how they wanted.

TOJI, SUKUNA, GOJO, EREN, KEISUKE, DABI, TACHIHARA, DAZAI, CHUUYA, FYODOR, TENGEN, GETO, SANEMI, SHINICHIRO, KAMISATO, BOOTHILL, DILUC + YOUR FAVS!!