#dont fold press

[dontfoldpress]

LAST CHANCE TO BACK US!

With comics by @cadaverkeys @0162-tuu @frankosteln @hesitantdoodle @frankosteln @elladorable-art @peejalien

just to name a few

[centipedetea]

its killing me that spamton is going thru that situation where people hate woobifying fanon so much that they lean too far in the opposite direction and create fanon 2 where he's cartoonishly evil for no reason

[shyfurby]

Okay the submission has been sent

But I kept thinking about him 👀

[whatthehali]

i just know that if tatum or luka or truly any young star not named anthony edwards had played anywhere near as inconsistently as he has this post season while under-performing in two straight conference finals they would be getting ripped to shreds in the press and ant's coverage is still /glowing/

[sleepincrow]

suggestive content.

what if he sex bans YOU. what if he threatens YOU with the lack of delicious sex?? what if he punishes YOU with no sex—to see what would happen to you, how pathetic you would become, hm? begging him to forgive you and for him to just relent and fuck you?

AND WHAT IF HE REGRETS IT, NOT A WEEK INTO THE MONTH-LONG SEX BAN HE PROMISED YOU. WHAT THEN???

"please, pretty baby~ 𖹭" he'd coo so fucking pathetically. it doesnt matter what position you could be in, in the end, he's the pathetic one. he would bat his eyelashes, trying to woo you over with his velvety words, all the while he tries to hide the tears that's gathered in his eyes from the soulful desperation of not being able to rut his hard cock on your thigh, let alone fuck you. "ive already forgiven you, so let's just stop this whole thing, yeah?"

oh stars, he's trying—trying to act as if he didnt put you in this situation.. as if he didnt put himself in this situation. you clicked your teeth. it's truly so cute how he thinks he still has the choice.

"but baby," you start, also batting your eyelash in false innocence. "you were right, i needed this punishment, so im taking full responsibility!" the slight growl and grunt thet came out of his irritated mouth was enough for you to know that your acting was perfect.

"don't act so mature now!" his grip on you tightens. underneath these calloused hands that hold onto you with a rough and wanting motive was the hidden sea of desperation. the hold youve got on his hips, keeping him from touching you, its pissing him off.

"come on, honey, you wanted this for me, right?" you mumbled under your breath, looking through him with those big eyes of yours. its taking everything in him to not just rut into you. anything'll do.

and he couldnt help it.. he was desperate!

"fuck.. come on, please? sh-shit i cant— i cant do this 'nymore. need- need to feel ya, baby, please?" he's fully given up at this point. he curses out his sex drive for giving up so early, and silently curses out to you. how could you endure this further than him? surely this is of your doing. somehow.

yes. it has to be you. youre too pretty doing whatever you want. its not like he can help it, youre too addicting. looking at you is a treat for him, a privilege to others, is it not? thats why. thats why he cant go much longer than a week without feeling you

he's deep into your neck, nose pressed against your soft skin, inhaling the scent of you. whatever he can get backfires cause his cock just becomes harder in the confines of his pants. strong arms envelope you, quivering in the need to fill you. look how you have him wrapped around your finger, clinging on to you as he pleads in your ear.

"im sorry, please, just fuck me."

he doesnt remember why he even punished you in the first place. all he wanted was to know how long it would be before you'd come crawling to him, begging to put his dick inside you. turns out he folded way before due. all he can think about is shaming his own hand for not being able to replicate how your pretty cunt squeezes him just perfectly. just enough to force his eyes into the back of his head. nothing could replicate you.

you feel too good. better. youre his ecstacy, dont you get it?

[all-with-angel]

Sukuna responds to your moans and whimpers as if he was holding a normal conversation.

Hes grinning down at you, pounding into you at a brutal pace. You moan, the warmth in your stomach growing unbearable with every thrust. He licks his lips. "Hah, close again? really?"

You whine.

"Faster? What a greedy whore." Despite his words, he picks up his pace, tightening his grip on your thighs as he practically folds you into a mating press.

You wrap your legs around him, a keening moan escaping your lips as you could feel nothing except the warmth of his cocks inside you.

"Tsk. Look at you, making such a mess. Dont you have anything to say?" He gives your ass a light smack.

You sniffle, tearing up from how much everything felt right now.

"Fine. Only 3 more rounds and we're done."

It doesnt help how hes just soooooo condescending when he talks to you, voice level and rarely even letting out anything other than pants and an occasional grutn. You can't even defend yourself, mind being reduced to mush after hours of being fucked stupid :(( Hes so mean

[pseudowho]

It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.

"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"

"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.

You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.

"Meow," you had said.

"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.

Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.

"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"

"What did you just call her?'

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Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.

"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.

As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.

"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.

A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.

"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"

"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."

And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"You should leave her at home--"

"--absolutely not--"

"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"

"--unequivocally, no--"

"--why not?!"

Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.

"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.

"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."

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"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"

"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."

"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.

"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"

The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.

"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"

"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"

Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.

"Get this fucking thing off me--"

"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."

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At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.

Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.

He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.

You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.

"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."

You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.

"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."

"Meow."

"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."

The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.

You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.

Silence.

"...what is wrong with y--"

"Meow."

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Skitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.

Skitterskitterskitter.

Thunk.

More distant meows.

"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.

SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--

Directly over his face.

"Meow--"

"I am begging you--"

RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

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"I miss you."

You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.

Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.

You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.

"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.

He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.

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"Meow."

Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--

Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.

You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.

"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"

You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.

Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.

"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"

Part Two linked here!

[serikai]

nerd bf satoru helping you study with a reward

cw ؛ making you recite what he thought you while he eats you out

“need help with that, ma?” satoru's voice is a sly, teasing lilt, cutting through the quiet of your bedroom, he’s sprawled on the bed, glasses perched low on his nose, a textbook open but ignored, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watches you.

you’re at the desk, brows furrowed, pen between your lips, deeply focused on a calculus problem that’s been kicking your ass for days.

your mouth parts in a small oh, and fuck, you feel a flutter in your stomach at his words, heat creeping up your cheeks.

“satoru, dont—im trying to focus.” you mutter, but you can’t hide the way your thighs press together under the desk.

you’ve been begging him for study help all week—your nerdy boyfriend’s a math genius, after all—but he’s been dodging, claiming he’s “too busy” with his own work.

now, though, he’s clearly in the mood to play, he grins, pushing off the bed to saunter over. “tryin’? looks more like struggling, baby.” he teases, leaning over your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear.

his fingers brush your pen, plucking it from your lips, and he smirks. “c’mon, let your genius boyfriend save the day. what’s got you so worked up?” you huff, embarrassed but desperate.

“it’s this damn integral..” you say, pointing at the scribbled mess on your notebook. “i've been at it for hours.”

“hours?” he raises an eyebrow, sliding into the chair next to you, his knee brushing yours. “and you didn’t call me sooner? thought you were tougher than that.” his hand rests on your thigh. “alright, then, let’s make a deal. i’ll teach you, but you gotta earn it.”

“earn it?” you echo, your stomach flipping again. “satoru, i've been begging you for days!” he laughs, his hand squeezing your thigh. “yeah, and it’s cute, but i'm thinkin’ you need a little… motivation.” he pulls your chair closer, his lips grazing your jaw.

“here’s the deal. i explain this shit, and you repeat it back to me later. every mistake? i’m gonna make you moan it out. sound good?”

your breath hitches, heat pooling between your legs. “sounds like a jerk move.” you mutter, but you’re already nodding, too turned on to argue. “thought so.” he says, smirking, and dives into the problem, his voice clear and confident as he breaks down the integral step-by-step.

he’s good—too good—his explanations making the math click in a way your professor’s never could, you’re scribbling notes, trying to focus, but his hand keeps stroking your thigh, creeping higher, and it’s driving you crazy.

“got it?” he asks after ten minutes, leaning back, his glasses glinting. “or you need me to go slower, baby?”

“i.. think i got it.” you say, voice uncertain, your pen tapping nervously. “but you’re distracting me.”

“me? distracting?” he gasps but his hand slides under your skirt, fingers brushing the damp spot on your panties. “is this how im distracting you, baby?”

“satoru!” you whine, cheeks burning, but your hips shift, chasing his touch, he chuckles, and before you can protest, he’s tugging you out of the chair and onto the bed, your notebook forgotten.

“time to test you, baby.” he says, pushing you onto your back, his body looming over yours. “but first..” he hooks his fingers in your panties, sliding them down, the cool air hitting your slick folds.

you groan, as he spreads your thighs, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “gonna eat you out, ma, but you’re gonna learn what i taught you.”

“satoru, wait—” you start, but his tongue flicks over your clit, and you moan, loud and desperate, your hands flying to his hair.

he groans against you, the vibration making you gasp, his tongue swirling slowly, teasing circles that have your eyes fluttering shut.

“fuck, you taste so good.” he murmurs, voice muffled, his glasses fogging slightly as he dives in deeper, his lips suck gently, then harder, his tongue dragging along your folds, lapping up your slickness.

“but you gotta talk, baby. what’s the first step of that integral?” you whimper, your brain foggy with pleasure. “i—fuck, satoru, i can’t think—”

“wrong answer.” he grunts, his teeth grazing your clit, making you yelp. “try again, or im stoppin’.” his fingers slide to your entrance, one slipping in, stretching you, and you moan louder, hips bucking.

“It’s.. hmp... u-substitution..” you gasp, tugging his hair, and he hums, approving, his tongue flicking faster. “good girl..” he chuckles, adding another finger, pumping slow. “what’s the substitution? c’mon, moan it out.”

“satoru, please..” you whine as his fingers curl, hitting that spot that makes you tremble. “it’s… u equals… fuck… x squared plus one.”

“fuck, yeah,” he groans, his tongue diving deeper, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. “so smart, baby, keep goin��. what’s next?” tou’re panting, tears pricking your eyes as the pleasure builds, his mouth and fingers relentless.

“differentiate...mph... du equals two-x dx,” you moan, your voice loud and needy, echoing in the room. “perfect..” he growls, sucking your clit hard, his fingers thrusting faster. “one more, baby. solve it. tell me the final form.”

“fuck, satoru!” you cry, your body shaking, so close to the edge. “it’s.. one over two.. natural log of.. u... plus c..”

“goddamn, you’re hot when you’re smart.” he mutters, his tongue swirling furiously now, his fingers pounding your pussy, slick sounds filling the air. “cum for me, baby. scream it.”

“satoru!” you wail, your orgasm crashing through you, your walls clenching around his fingers, your moans loud and unbroken as you cum, trembling under his mouth.

he laps you through it, groaning at your taste, his tongue slowing but not stopping until you’re a whimpering mess, he pulls back, lips glistening, glasses slightly askew, and grins, all cocky satisfaction.

[dontfoldpress]

I wrote something but Tumblr y'all don't respond to the professional crap so I'll be more candid with ya. DON'T FOLD PRESS. It's my new comics publisher, here's the mission statment and a little taste.

The page you can see clearly is drawn by the incredible @0162-tuu

[shouyuus]

please i BEG you to do a part two of the college roommate!vi when she says “dont wake me up this early for breakfast unless you’re offering yourself” (or however it was said) but the reader decides to try and test it and stands in the most revealing pajamas (or even subtle lingerie) and is like “would you care for some breakfast?” and gestures to herself (or whatever you wanna write!!)

18+, mdni, college roommate!vi cinematic universe vague continuation of this drabble

"vi...? are you up?"

you push through her bedroom door, peering around it at the vaguely vi-shaped lump of pink hair and muscle splayed over messy sheets. she lets out a soft grunt, voice scratchy as she pushes up onto her elbows.

"yeah? what's up prin -- oh... shit..." her eyebrows shoot up as you link your hands behind your back, chewing on your bottom lip, eyes cutting away shyly as you rock on the balls of your feet.

and suddenly, vi is very much awake, because there you are, framed in her doorway in the most delectable pink and white lingerie set she's ever seen -- all delicate satin and tiny bows. she gulps, her mouth dry.

"what's all this, sweet girl?"

you tug at the hem of your nearly transparent babydoll as she groans, running a hand through her hair.

"uhm... i know it's early, but --" you worry at your bottom lip before glancing shyly up at her again, "remember that one time i woke you up and you said something like 'don't wake me up this early unless you're offering yourself for breakfast' or something like that?"

vi blinks at you for a solid three seconds before she slumps back into bed with a hoarse laugh, "holy shit -- oh my god -- i did say that, didn't i?"

"mhm..."

"so now..." she sits back up with a dopey grin, patting her mattress, "you're...?" she lets her voice trail off suggestively even as you shuffle forward to slip onto her narrow bed with her. she lets out a low, appreciative moan as she looks you over, her gaze dark and hungry; she doesn't bother hiding the way they linger over your semi-exposed tits or the way her throat bobs as she reaches out to pull you into her lap.

"happy... birthday?" you say, your voice breaking slightly as her palms slide up the smooth skin of your thighs, her fingers already toying with the thin straps of the tiny little thong that's little more than three silken pieces of string connected by identical pink bows.

"mm... oh yeah. that's today, isn't it?" she says, but her voice is distracted as she leans in to press a soft kiss to your collarbone. you gasp, letting your head tip back as she mouths at your skin, running reverent hands up to the bend of your waist, hoisting you up till you're straddling her hips proper.

"y-yeah... and i th-thought -- ah -- y-you --" you let out a pitched whine as she skims her teeth along your collarbones, grinning wolfishly up at you as you tangle your fingers in her hair.

"that you'd surprise me with breakfast in bed?" she asks, hissing as she rocks you down over her, rolling your hips into hers.

"s-something like that --" you breathe out, swallowing hard as she smiles and cradles you to her, touch soft even as she trails needy kisses up the length of your neck till she reaches your lips.

"fuck -- you're so hot -- jesus --" she murmurs, peppering you in open-mouthed kisses, pressing you back till you're pinned beneath her.

"mm -- ngh -- v-violet!"

"shit," vi swears, looking down at you from beneath hooded eyes, her lips parted and pink, her fingers rucking up the thin material of your babydoll so she can tug the thin string of your thong to the side to reveal your already slick folds.

you whimper as she leans down to trail her lips along your stomach, kissing down to hover her mouth over your cunt. she looks up at you and with a teasing smirk and a wink, running a finger through your wetness to tease at your throbbing clit.

"mm -- hell yeah -- happy fuckin' birthday to me," she says, before she lowers her mouth to you and parts you with her tongue.

[nanamisdollie]

corruption kink with rin? pls >_<

sweet bf rin corrupting his cute gf⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

smut, mdni. characters aged up!! cw: degrading, corruption, dubcon!!

“keep your legs open. i’m not telling you again.”

rins tone was gruff, his lips grazing your thigh while he held your legs apart. everything had happened so fast; one minute you were telling your sweet quiet boyfriend about your day and the next you were pushed back onto the couch, skirt flipped up and panties around your ankles.

all you had said was it had been a long day and rin was straight to wanting to help you relax however he could.

you learned pretty quickly into your relationship with the soccer star that he was obsessive. he got addicted to things and once he decided he wanted something, he was gonna have it. thats exactly how he was with your cunt.

“mmph- don’t be s-so rough”

“shut up. let me stretch your little hole…gotta prep it before i can use it properly”

your breath is shaky as you sit up partially. you push him back by his forehead making his dark hair fall out of his face, his teal eyes locking with yours.

“m’ not ready yet rin…”

you made it clear you were a virgin a few months into seeing each other. he didn’t have much of a reaction, just shrugged it off and went on with whatever you two had been doing.

when you did begin taking things to another level, he was always soft. he praised you in his own unique way, would press kisses to every part of your skin he could, carefully push a single finger inside of you, eyes never moving from you; like missing just one of your reactions would ruin the whole experience.

lately though? something had changed with him;

hands slipping up your skirt to grab ur asscheeks when you went out together, ‘honey’ swapped out for ‘needy girl’, lingering touches that screamed i need you. maybe it was stress, maybe he was just too pent up, you didnt know but you didnt question it. not when he knew how to circle his thumb over ur twitching clit just right to have you cumming in minutes.

“still? come on, dont act dumb. i know you want it” rin sits up from between your legs, his clothed hips slotting against your bare hips. your cunt fluttered, drooling onto the couch feeling the bulge in his sweats against your skin.

“just want you rinnie~”

that did it.

maybe it was the stupid nickname he hated or that sweet tone of voice you only ever had with him. maybe it was the fact that you wanted him, only him. whatever it was made a flip switch.

“yeah? want me?”

swiftly two cool hands grip the backs of your thighs and press them to your chest. a choked whine was the single reaction you could give before his clothed cock is pushing against your folds. his hips rut into you at an agonizingly slow pace that contradicts the grip of his hands. his tip is pressed flush against the dampening grey fabric stopping him from using you properly, barely pushing into your tight unused cunt.

“youve got me now dummy-“ wet lips press to your temple “-you feel that? gonna fuck it into you raw next time, hows that sound?”

your brains barely functioning, too much at once but its so damn good. high pitched whimpers with every roll of rins hips, tongue lolling from parted lips. maybe you did need his cock…

“huh- you need it? fuckin’ knew it”

shit. you said that out loud? were you that fucked out from just this? was just the feeling of your sweet boyfriends mushroom tip violating your hungry cunt enough to have you babbling out your own thoughts?

“yesyesyes- fuck! need it, need you!” drool falls from the corner of your mouth as he attempts to bend you further in half, one of his hands grabbing your skirt and pushing it up so he can get a better view of the mess you were making

dark hair falls into your vision while his hips begin to work harder to get both of you off. rins breathing consists of strained whines and huffs, his eyes still locked on where the two of you meet.

“gonna ruin you- fuckk- wanna make it..make it so no guy can ever use this pussy- ngh- besides me. all fuckin’ mine“

the warmth in ur lower stomach is building with every word he throws out. you dont care if theyre icky, you dont care if theyre mean, you get it now. you want him to ruin you.

“pleasepleaseplease!” you huff out a whimper “m’ all y-yours, ruin me- mmph- please rinnie!”

his hips stutter with a choked sob. then you feel it; something sticky seeping through the fabric that had been humping into you. rins head falls into your shoulder while he catches his breath, mumbling incoherent words against your skin. when he finally sits up and sees the finished mess on not only his pants but your lips he is lowering himself back between your aching thighs to get a taste.

“did it get inside…?” you sound worried as you question him, bottom lip pushed out in a pout

“gonna have to check” his thumbs push your folds apart, getting a good look at your pulsing hole. he presses a gentle kiss to your clit followed by another kiss to your cunt “don’t worry; ill clean you up if any did…cant have you getting knocked up before ive even fucked you properly”

tysm for requesting ^.^ i heart rin so much ohmygod. i never have thought about him being into corruption so i hope i did it some justice!!

[anglbunny]

RIDING NERD!GOJO'S FACE

smut mdni, nerd!gojo, kinda long, face riding, cheetah!reader

He looked so cute like this—spread out on his twin bed, books shoved off to one side, mouth slightly open as he blinked up at you from behind thick-rimmed glasses.

“S-So, um…” Gojo licked his lips, clearly flustered as you straddled his chest. “You sure about this? I-I’ve never really—well, I mean, I have, technically, just not with someone on me, you know? On my—uh—face. Your fac-” You grinned.

“Relax, genius. You said you wanted to help me de-stress before finals, right?”

“Yeah, but I thought you meant like… a back massage,” he squeaked, then immediately clamped his mouth shut when you started shimmying out of your shorts.

“Does this look like I want a massage, Gojo?”

His throat bobbed in a swallow. “No! Definitely not.”

He was still wearing that stupid sweater vest, his tie a little crooked, his pale cheeks flushed like he was running a fever—and yet his hands instinctively gripped your thighs as you crawled up, settling above his mouth like it was your throne.

He whimpered. Actually whimpered.

“You’re not gonna, like… suffocate me, right?”

You smirked. “Only if it's bad.”

The second you lowered yourself onto his mouth, everything shy about him evaporated. One long, slow lick had your hips twitching. He moaned under you like your taste was better than any cheat code, hands tightening on your thighs as his tongue flicked and circled your clit with shocking precision.

"F-fuck, Gojo—where'd you learn that?" you gasped, grinding against his face.

His glasses were already fogging, nose pressed deep between your folds, his tongue doing filthy things that made your head spin.

He pulled back just long enough to pant, breathless, “I, uh—read some stuff. Research. Y’know. For science.”

You laughed—until he sucked your clit between his lips and you choked on a moan.

That tongue of his? A little awkward at first, but the man was a fast learner. Every whimper you made, every time your thighs clenched around his head, he adjusted—flicking faster, licking deeper, humming like a damn vibrator until your hips were jerking and you were close. “Just like that, nerd boy,” you panted, one hand gripping his messy white hair. “Don’t stop.”

He couldn’t stop. He was drunk on it—tongue gliding through your slick folds, nose bumping your clit, mouth soaking, desperate to make you come on his face like a star student.

You rode his tongue shamelessly now, using him like a toy, grinding your pussy into that flushed, eager face with no hesitation. He looked so wrecked. Glasses tilted. Lips shiny. Whimpering beneath you.

“Gonna come,” you moaned, hips stuttering. “Satoru—shit—fuck—”

And when it hit, it hit hard. You cried out, riding the waves of pleasure as his mouth kept moving, overstimulating you, tongue greedy and starving for more. He only stopped when you collapsed forward, trembling, thighs slick against his flushed cheeks.

You looked down.

His lips were glossy, his chin wet, glasses askew.

“…You okay?” you asked. lifting yourself off just enough for him to breathe.

He blinked, voice cracking adorably. “Y-Yeah. Just, um… when can we do that again?”

"christ, satoru.." you huffed, laughing but your legs were still trembling

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau @laslowchan

A/N: idk what this is. also i dont write about him enough

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smoke nd toke! | t.fushiguro

summary... toji gets back at you for smoking his shit without his permission

mdni...toji x afab!reader, mary jane usage, dirty talk, fingering, slapping, oral, dry humping, grinding, squirting, jerkin (lol), spitting, choking, hairplay, ruined/makeup, toji fucks ur face <3, swallowing, teasing, overstimulation, begging, ecstasy, stretching, lil bit of pain, p in v, creaming, comfort??

a/n...i was high when i wrote this so apologies if its js me rambling lowk! but im acc kinda proud of this one plsplspls dont flop! thank u for all the support everyone!

wc...1.4k

holyholyholy fuck stoner toji…what can I fucking say. 

“Pretty girl’s all - heh - wet..aint she?” Toji slides his fingers through your folds before slapping your puffy clit. 

“N–ngh!” you choke. 

He gives your overstimulated pussy a slap before leaning forward, flattening his tongue. He groans, lapping your juices up like he hasn't eaten in days. Your legs twitch in response before he grips your thighs hard enough to leave a mark. 

“You’re fighting but i can feel ya clenching ‘round me sweets.” Toji breathes against your pussy before straightening his back and reaching for the ashtray beside him with his free hand. 

A strong smell of weed hits your nose. You glance down to see Toji blowing the smoke towards you. His eyes meet yours, tracking you like you were his prey. Something about it makes your cunny twitch nd clench. He passes the joint to you. 

You place it against your lips. You inhale the skunky fumes of the flower as the man in between your legs continues to devour your slick. You almost choke when you feel him lick a long stripe against your pussy, placing the joint down back into the ashtray. 

Your eyes are red and droopy and Toji’s tongue probing starts to feel a bit too good. “s’ too much!–hah–To-ji…” You moan brokenly.

His grip on your thighs tighten even more. “Wan’ you to cum..f’me,” he purrs against you. “I can feel ya gettin close, atta girl…” 

He licked you more aggressively. His ministrations getting sloppier, quicker. Until your eyes began to cross and you could feel the chord in your stomach about to snap. 

“Fuck–hmm– soo good..” You moan, digging your fingers into his hair. 

The delightful sting of you pulling on his hair made Toji press his erection against the couch you were on, slowly grinding against the fabric to alleviate his urges. 

“Ya gunna squirt f’me, dirty fuckin girl?” he chuckles, spanking your entrance in a crude manner. He giggles when he sees your pussy blush. 

“F-fuck Toji..’feel it…” You confess, eyebrows furrowed. 

He only smiles when you reach your orgasm. Liquid sprays from your entrance as he rubs your clit, enticing you to cum even harder. He opens his mouth to catch your squirt before spitting it back onto your pussy. 

Toji stands, leaning closer to your ear and whispering utter filth. “So fuckin messy f’me arent ya? Silly fuckin girl thinks she can just smoke my shit whenever she wants without paying?” He teases you, reminding you about how you got yourself in this situation in the first place. 

“No… m’sorry.. I didn’ mean t-to…” you slur, still catching your breath from the prolonged orgasm you just had. There's squirt all over the couch, and on the neckline of Toji’s shirt.  He rolls his eyes at the pathetic attempt at an apology and  holds your head up with his free hand. He pushes his grey sweatpants down, forcing you to watch his cock recoil from the restraints of his pants and boxers. 

You hear his tip slap against his lower abdomen. You admire his length. He swears he can see hearts form in your eyes as he begins to stroke his cock in front of you. 

“Like what ya see?” he pants. Being finally able to relieve his erection, he cups his hand under your chin and orders you to spit. 

“Good girl.” he whispers as he spreads the glob of spit onto his cock, using it as lube. The schlk! schlk! of his ministrations make you drool absentmindedly, spit seeping out between your puffy lips. 

He laughs out loud! “Hah!–i knew you were a slut,” He slowly pries at the entrance of your mouth with his tip, “Wana taste?”  Forcing you to kitten lick his slit. 

“That's it.. Such’a good girl..” Toji whispers. 

The sight of your red, teary eyes and the spit streaming down your chin and neck make it impossible for him to not cum on the spot. 

“N-ngh– take it.. A-all…”  he says in a strained tone, sinking his cock down your throat. 

He can feel it squeeze as you try to protest. “T’-much–ackg!” he silences you by grabbing your hair into two pig tails and humping his pelvis into you so you're pressed flush against his pubes. 

The act smears your makeup. Your eyeliner is streaming down your face, your sparkly lipgloss getting everywhere from the smudging

At this point, his dick is glittery too. 

He fucks your mouth till his legs start to weaken, feeling himself getting closer nd closer to shooting ropes down your throat. He watches your face as his dick ruins you. You’re blowin’ cute little spit bubbles and smacking his thigh in protest. Spit overload!  

He’s sent over the edge. 

“Augh baby…f–fuck yyes…” he holds your head in place, sheathing his dick into your throat like the sword in the stone. You swallow copious amounts of thick cum, the warmth trailing down your esophagus. 

He holds this position for a bit, testing to see how long you can hold your breath for. You begin to choke on his length, smacking his thigh to alert him, but he doesn't move. Instead he stares at you till you’re about to pass out. 

When he finally releases himself from you, he groans. “O-oh… fuck..,” biting his lip. “I need ya’ so badly doll..f–fuck, needa feeel ya squeeze around me.” 

You can only moan in agreement as he sets you on the couch, his free hand reaching for the joint once more. 

He slaps his cock against your already overstimulated pussy while he ghosts. A thick cloud of vapour escapes his mouth promptly. 

“To-ji…. Hurry–ngyh–p-p-please.” You beg. “Need you ‘nside…”  

He shushes you. “Be patient, girl.”  He leans in closer, till your lips were brushing against each other ever so slightly. The smoke from his hit seeps into you. Seconds later, you've reached the peak of your high. 

You feel as though you're floating. Everything touching you dissolves into your skin and you become a part of it. You were losing your mind over how good you felt and it only got worse the moment Toji sunk his cock deep inside of you. 

“Oh my–g-god..”  Your eyes roll up in ecstasy. The slight stretch you felt was painfully delicious. You’ve never felt so full! 

Toji smiles at what he sees under him. He loved the way your pussy was  drooling all along his base, the tip of his cock making your tummy bulge. 

You became obsessed. Every thrust felt deeper than the last. The mixture of weed and pure pleasure made your brains melt. All you could do was pathetically moan. 

“T-tojii…’tso deep..nghh..” 

The raven haired man placed his hands on either side of your waist, gripping your skin till it hurt, “Fuckin slut.”  He whispers to himself. Your pussy was squelching, leaving a creamy ring around his dick. The sight of it made him piston his cock even faster. 

You whine. “O-oh..y–yes.. j’s like that..!” 

“Oh does that feel good?” Toji pants. 

You nod weakly. “Mhmf– i lovee it!”

He doesnt respond verbally but instead, physically. Toji motions his hips to an angle, hitting your g-spot at a different angle. In response, your pussy constricts around him like an anaconda.  He watches your face contort. 

“Oh this is the spot isnt it?” He smirks, 

You can’t even respond, you’re too cock drunk. The ecstasy is overwhelming– you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

“To-toji.. Plea–heh– please… ‘m guna cum..!”

“Good girl.” He removes his hand from your waist so that he can push the hair out of your face. “You have no idea the absolute mess you've made of me..”

  That sentence ruins you. A hot melting pleasure spreads throughout your stomach as you cum around his cock. “M’cummin!!” 

Your toes curl and your legs shake and twitch, as Toji lets go of your waist, cock still inside. He leans in to kiss you gently–his plush tongue wrapping yours. 

“fuck .. “ he gasps, his hips bucking to a halt. You feel his length twitch before hot ropes of cum coat your insides; seeping into your womb. 

All you can do is sigh in relief, eyes heavy with pleasure. Toji’s still kissing you, giving you gentle pecks as you both come down from (one) of your highs. 

A moment of silence before he speaks. “Next time…”  He straightens, “You wanna smoke, you come to me.. I dont want you smokin cheap shit.”  

You smile, propping yourself up with your elbows. You reach for the ashtray. 

“mkayy.” you sigh dreamily. “Thank you.”  You inhale the burnt fumes once more. 

“You’re welcome, doll.” he says as he brings himself closer to your mouth to steal some of your smoke. He blows it back into your face.  “Anythin for you.”

© appleofmyheart — all rights reserved

[lunescore]

Ms sevika ‘i dont bottom’ getting the best strap of her life

DEEPER MOANS

—SUB!SEVIKA X MEAN DOM!READER

TAGS: strap usage, SUB!SEVIKA, MEAN DOM!READER, mating press, marking (hickeys), degradation, HUMBLED!SEVIKA,

WORD COUNT: 1k words . . .

“I'm sure I could make you moan,” your voice was confident, black dress riding up as you kissed Sevika. You were perched on her lap, red painted lips dragging across her skin on her neck.

“Is that so?” Sevika made your head tilt to look at her, “I don't believe it.”

“You don't believe a lot of things,” your teeth found that sensitive part, you bit. Left a mark, traced it with your tongue. Then you smiled at her like a threat and pulled her head back just to give you more access.

“Marking your territory?” She teased.

“Only in the best ways,” you grinded down against her lap, palming down her broad shoulders and one organic bicep and then the mechanical arm. Both your hands found the hand made from metal, holding it like it was sacred. You tugged a little at the fingers, opening it in your hands. “You act like you're very scary.”

“Am I not?” Sevika quirked a brow, flexing her fingers in your grip.

“Just a little, not very,” you answered casually, leaning forward so she could taste the candy in your breath.

“Fuck,” Sevika’s eyes locked with yours and you held gaze for a while, hands on her shoulders before you pushed her down to lay on the bed instead.

“I know you don't bottom,” you looked at her through your lashes, “but do it just this once for me?”

“I…” Sevika trailed off before she unbuttoned her shirt with one hand, “okay, what the hell…”

You hopped off with an excited glint in your eyes and reached for the strap drawer, something big for the big, brooding woman. You found it— the gleaming purple strap that was a good eight and a half inches and it had a disgustingly beautiful curve to it. One huge vein that ran down the entire shaft and it was ridged. You grinned like a child on a Christmas morning before scrabbling back in bed.

“Spread those legs,” you sang, making Sevika roll her eyes.

Your hands caught onto her boxers before dragging them down painfully slowly with her pants. She just laid there and watched you do it all and fuck even as she did so, she looked hot.

“You look delicious,” you grasped the mound of her cunt and spread her pussy lip to the side, tongue poking out in concentration before your strap head met her slit.

Sevika looked like she'd moan, but she didn't. Instead she bit her lip and let her head hang back, leaning against the pillow. You found her clit, thumbing it and glancing at her. Sure enough, the veins on her neck popped from the effort of keeping quiet.

“Let your moans out, baby,” you said, leaning forward.

“I'm not— mmmph!”

You kissed her deeply and your strap pushed inside. Sevika gasped in the kiss but it was muffled. She was a whiny puddle, her big thighs were now reduced to little jelly-like shaky things. It made you giggle.

“You're so compliant this way.” you slammed into her.

“Shut up,” Sevika snarled, glaring daggers at you.

Her Shimmer arm glowed and you only giggled— you knew she wouldn't try anything.

“Oh fuck!” Sevika’s flesh hand fisted in the sheets as your pace quickened, little huffs of air leaving your lips as you stared at her flushed face. She was a mess— a very hot mess.

You flicked her clit, Sevika tried to glare at you once more but she could barely hold eye contact just knowing that you were so deep inside her pussy. Her pussy betrayed her too, the squelching sounds that it made was beyond lewd. Your smirk widened when you saw how she averted her glassy eyes and let a small whimper escape.

“Did you just whimper?” You asked, tone condescending.

Sevika’s eyes widened, she shook her head, “you're crazy.” She whispered before a pause, she added, “I did not.”

“Right,” you started slamming your hips into hers again.

Your hand reached for her muscular calves, gently raising them and you folded her knees against her chest. Her breasts squished against her kneecaps as you thrusted harder. It was quite the view because of the way her muscular thighs rippled under your grip and her abs flexed. Her pussy was so wet it was quite easy to pound her like this too, you could see the white cream dripping out and soaking the sheets.

“You look so good when you're all fucked out and reduced to nothing but a little fucktoy for me,” you said with faux sympathy, “is that too much?”

“Just keep going,” Sevika finally said, “don't stop. Don't you dare stop.”

You pulled back, then rammed all of it back inside. She screamed out, so loud. So beautiful. So deep. It was straight from the chest too. Your hands glided down the scarred skin and you found her chin.

“Look at me,” you panted.

“I can't…”

“No. You will,” you thrusted harder, “look at me when you cum on my dick.”

Her legs dropped to your sides and she locked you there with them, thick legs wrapping around your waist and keeping you there. Sevika’s eyes rolled back and she ground back against the silicone cock looking so good while doing so that you almost came from the sight alone.

She then came— it was a gush and she blacked out for a good ten seconds too. Her head was thrown back and sweat shone between her tits. You smiled.

“There we go, it wasn't that bad bottoming for once, was it?” you pulled out.

Sevika took a moment before replying. “Yeah, it was horrendous,”

“You still came so that's a win for me,” you said, tone cheeky as you reached for the towel nearby. You wiped her down before holding her face in both hands. “My precious girl.”

And you both kissed.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Love and Deep Pockets"

Our LADS Men are financially stable we know this however.....what kind of provider are they? Walk with me....

Zayne

Type: Head of Household

I see Zayne as the traditional head of the household type of man. However he respects you and understands that if you want to work you're free to do so. Just know that all the money you make is yours alone.

MC: Let me pay for something! Zayne: Just let me take care of you

If you really insist on paying he will let you if that's what will make you happy/feel better. Otherwise he's covering all the bills, dates, trips, etc. the only thing that gets split 50/50 are household duties and even then you have to strong arm your way into the kitchen or into doing any of the cleaning.

Zayne is incredibly self sufficient; he's clean and orderly. He is used to keeping his house clean and his clothes washed, pressed, and folded. He's almost unreal with how perfect he is.

The only time you really spend your own money is when it's a surprise for him or when you're alone. He enjoys taking care of you because he absolutely adores you. You're a dream come true and he'll do anything to keep you happy.

Rafayel

Type: Head of Household, False Sense of Independence Provider

If you want to be spoiled he's perfectly fine with that. He's rich and you're his babygirl as long as he can see that smile and be around you he's a happy camper.

Now if you are hell bent on splitting 50/50 Rafayel will let you think you two are splitting bills and things 50/50 meanwhile all the money you send him for half of anything he's putting it into an account that's just collecting interest. He will let you pay for anything and everything you want but best believe he's reimbursing you behind your back.

He'd laugh when you figure it out and try to cuss him out.

MC: I gave you that money to help with the bills Rafayel: and it did help .... it helped me giggle while you thought I'd actually let you pay for anything.

Xavier

Type: Head of Household, No Argument

Xavier is also traditional in a way I mean he's a prince. He is definitely providing everything with no argument. The day you decided to move in with him your bill paying days were over. He let you have your independence when you lived alone, but now you're in his care.

MC: I could've paid for it Xavier: I know but now you don't have to

You can go shopping, buy groceries, buy lunch .... if you're by yourself. If he's with you expect him to already be sliding his card into your hand or directly into the card reader before you can even pull yours out. You have to damn near fist fight this man to pay for anything.

Sylus

Type: Sugar Daddy, Head of Household, Spoiled Brat

SYYLLUUUSSSS. I need him in ways that are unhealthy. This man is spoiling the absolute FUCK out of you. He gave you his black card like it was nothing and asking to spend his money is a 'trivial matter'

You had a bad day? Deposit. You had a good day? Deposit. He misses you? Deposit. Just because? Deposit.

Don't even think about trying to pay for something with your own money. He's the type to hide your cards and slip his into your wallet just so you have no choice, but to spend his money.

MC: I have my own money you know Sylus: Im more than aware kitten I just dont care

Whats his is yours and what's yours is yours. That’s his mentality all he wants to do is make sure you want for nothing and you have the most comfortable life with him.

Don't worry if you still want to work he wouldn't stop you, but those weekly or biweekly checks are just going to be collecting interest because it won't be touched.

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