#jjk smut drabble

[classyrbf]

cheerleader!reader riding nerd!toji in the locker room afterschool. You’d basically be shunned by your team if they ever found out you were fucking a nerd, but you just couldn’t resist him. He wasn’t an ordinary, stereotypical type of nerd. He was the type who kept to himself, very nonchalant, and only conversed with a few people, but he also was very smart, not to mention muscular (he must hit the gym in his free time). It’d be a shame if he didn’t put those muscles to use. You’re a bit of a slut, practically slept with the entire football team and none of them had you whipped like Toji. His big hands, his thick cock, his muscular arms, they all just fit so perfectly in or on you.

Your skirt is hiked up, panties pushed to the side as you ride him on the bench, the loud sound of skin clapping echoing through the locker room. “Nnngh—fuck! Your cock feels so good!” You pant, slamming your hips down on his, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “I swear—ah! Don’t tell anyone about this! I’ll make your life hell!” You threaten through your moans, biting down on your lip.

“I…I won’t.” He shakes his head, running his hands over your inner thighs, eyes glued to the way your pussy sinks down onto his glistening cock. “Fuck…your pussy feels too good,” he rasps, his hands reaching up to grip your waist.

“Don’t you dare cum in me! Mmmph, I can feel you throbbing!” Your mouth is saying one thing but your mind is saying another. You’d absolutely love to see his cum dripping from your pussy, but you can’t take any chances. But your hips keep on moving and your pussy keeps on clenching down on him like a vice, milking his cock.

“Shit, shit! S-slow down!” He tries to halt your movements, but you slap his hand out the way. “Stop! You’re gonna make me fucking cum! Ah! Nnngh!” His eyes squeezed shut as you went faster, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat.

“I…I can’t…stop.” Your eyes glaze over, like your in a trance, your sloppy pussy squelching with each movement and before you know it toji dumps his hot load inside of you, the sheer feeling making you cum with him. “Oh my god! Yes!” You rock your hips back and forth, his cock massaging against your g-spot. Your body twitches above his for few moments, both of you catching your breath. “Keep your mouth shut about this.” You warn, slowly lifting your hips, his cum oozing out slowly. A soft whimper leaves your lips as you stand to your shaky feet, fixing your skirt. “Ugh now I need to get a plan b.”

“I told you to get off,” he plainly said. “Not my fault.”

[goyardgoyangi]

inside street racer! sukuna's glove compartment

You’re just trying to find napkins.

After a greasy late-night taco run post-race, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of Sukuna’s car, licking salsa off your wrist and reaching for the glove compartment without thinking. He’s too busy complaining about the suspension—again—to notice.

But it’s not the napkins that catch your eye first.

It’s the small, crumpled photobooth strip tucked beneath a set of napkins and folded insurance documents. You recognize it instantly: the faded pink background, the warped corner you’d accidentally bent while shoving it in your purse that night.

But what you didn’t mean to find… was a collection.

It’s not organized—because of course it’s not, it’s Sukuna—but there’s a little pile of you there.

A crumpled receipt from the ramen place where you’d dropped your egg in his broth and he’d insisted it was his now. The fake Mofusand keychain you joked about winning at the arcade and then threw away because “it looked dumb on your bag.” A movie stub from a B-list horror flick he’d pretended to hate but secretly watched twice just to see your reactions.

And the polaroids.

A dozen of them, maybe more—ones you’re sure you threw away. Ones you remember looking at with a wince and groaning, “God, I look awful in this one.”

You’re squinting in the sun, laughing too hard, mid-bite of a donut. There’s one where your hair’s a mess from the wind and you’re scowling at him from the passenger seat like you want to kill him. One where you’re half-asleep in his hoodie, nose scrunched, cheeks flushed. You hated how puffy your face looked in that one. He must’ve picked it out of the trash the second you weren’t looking.

You don’t look up. Instead, you hold up the photobooth strip, then slowly flip through the rest.

“Why do you have this?”

He doesn’t answer. Just keeps pretending to scroll, way too focused on some article about car suspensions to be real.

You turn to actually look at him.

“Ryomen Sukuna. Did you dig these out of the trash?”

That gets him.

He freezes for a beat—the use of his full name clearly throwing him off—then shifts in his seat, trying to play it cool.

“You throw out good shit,” he says with a shrug, voice lazy. “In this economy? Film’s expensive.”

You narrow your eyes but soften your voice.

“Sukuna, baby. Be honest.”

He doesn’t even look at you when he mutters, “Yeah. So what if I did?”

And maybe he’s not blushing—but his ears? They’re definitely red.

You raise an eyebrow.

“They’re blurry.”

“Yeah.”

“I look bad.”

“You don’t.”

His voice is low. Stubborn. Like it’s not up for debate.

You’re not sure what to say, but your heart’s thudding in a weird, unfamiliar way.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

tying alpha!toji down because he can’t keep his filthy knot to himself during your heat.

cw - smut, bondage, a/b/o mechanics, omega!reader, fem!reader, not proofread

“toji, i’m being serious. you’re not touching me until you can learn to pull out,” he didn’t even know why you were complaining. you loved being knotted by him, but apparently, it’s some sort of issue now that you’ve ran out of your birth control pills, and toji absolutely loathes condoms.

he expected you to last maybe half a day during your heat without him bedding and satiating you. you’re historically very needy during heats, and he’s more than willing to placate you over and over again. you’ll surely forget all about that pesky birth control and allow him to take care of you.

he ended up being the one coming to you. it had been a full day of your whines and cries filtering in and out of the bedroom. your scent was intoxicating, causing toji to have a permanent boner straining in his pants.

it was absolute torture, listening to his omega sob from dissatisfaction… especially when he knew that he had everything you needed. you were just so damn stubborn.

you were such a pretty sight to behold: arched up with your head thrown back. your eyes were squeezed shut as dewy tears slid down your cheeks. your body was flushed and trembling as you desperately rubbed your fingers in tight circles around your swollen clit.

“are you gonna quit being stubborn and let me help, princess? or am i going to have to keep hearing you all night?” he asked with a smug smirk, figuring you’d start begging for him right away.

“i-i don’t know. have you learned how to pull out?” even while completely wrecked, you were standing firm in your convictions.

“i don’t know. i haven’t tried yet,” he grinned, prowling closer to you in your nest. he knows that he could pounce on you and take an advantage of your… compromise positioning, but he much prefers when you beg and plead for it.

“ugh— you made me lose it,” you let out the most adorable frustrated growl that toji had ever had the pleasure of hearing, causing him to chuckle at your displeasure.

“you weren’t getting there anyway, doll. let me help ya,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes cascaded over your body hungrily.

“shut up,” you snap, making him to raise an eyebrow at you. he doesn’t give up his amusement from your sudden attitude. no, he actually finds your bratty side just as endearing to him.

you get up and walk out of the bedroom briefly, letting toji’s confusion and curiosity eat at him until you return to the bedroom with a dining chair.

“sit,” you demand, and toji obeys after ripping his clothes away from his body with an expectant grin on his face.

“oh fuck yeah, you want to take what you need from me?” he asks as you reach into a bedside drawer. he’s assuming that you’re grabbing a bottle of lube even though he can see your glossy slick pooling and seeping from between your thighs. he licks his lips, feeling his mouth water from pure animalistic drive.

when you lean back up with ropes in your hand, his eyebrows furrow in confusion. how are you to ride him while being tied up..? he could easily jostle you around, throw you up and down his cock until your crying and gushing, but he didn’t necessarily know if that was safe to do while you’re bound.

imagine his surprise when you start restraining the ropes around his pretty scarred skin. the rough fabric hugged his muscles perfectly, creating the prettiest harness for him.

“what d’ya think you’re doing, doll? you aren’t that mad at me, are ya?” he asked as he sat still for you, letting you do your thing to him.

once he was fully restrained, he’d struggle against the ropes, letting out small grunts and disappointed groans when the bright red rope only tightens around his muscles, rubbing small burns into his skin that make him growl in displeasure.

your honeyed scent is killing him, absolutely filling the room to the brim with your scent of need. he knows you need him. right? you need toji to fix it for you, but you’ve went ahead and tied him to this damn chair at the foot of your bed.

he didn’t know a lowly omega in heat would be so ruthless when knotting the ropes over his bare abs and biceps. his wrists are even bound together behind the god forsaken chair. worst of all, there’s a band of rope looped over his waist so he can’t buck his hips. the thick braided thread rubs deliciously over his hardening length. only the thin fabric of his boxer briefs are protecting him from rope burn on his most sensitive appendage.

alphas are suppose to remain in control, but he absolutely let you play him like a fool.

all he can do is sit and watch as you crawl back into your nest, settling down on your back with your legs spread for him to gaze at your glistening pussy.

“let this serve as a lesson, toji,” you say to him, slowly bringing your fingers to your pouty lips before sucking on them to coat them in spit.

toji watches closely, studying every move your body makes while you’re on display for him. his jaw clenches, knowing that should be his fingers you’re sucking on.

when you pull them from your mouth with an obscene pop and slowly rub them over your swollen clit, toji immediately pulls hard from the chair. no way in hell is he going to watch you pitifully try to satisfy yourself while he can’t do a damn thing about it.

he’s your mate for crying out loud. his literal existence is tailored to pleasuring and treating you, but you want him to sit and watch as you do a piss poor job at doing his job?

“c’mon doll,” he pants, clenching his jaw as his dark green eyes flutter between staring at your pretty face and pussy. “i was only messin’ with ya. i’ll pull out— promise.”

you ignore him, knowing that he’s saying whatever he can so you’ll release him. you hum as your fingers continue to lightly rub and tease yourself for his viewing.

toji growls and curses. his body is aching for a taste of you. he knows he can bring you more pleasure than what you’re doing right now, but also, his cock is straining so hard against the ropes, it feels like he’s about to burst a blood vessel.

when you slip two fingers into your slick channel, something akin to a whine flees toji’s lips. he’s been reduced to a dog — sitting at the foot of your bed, watching helplessly as you leisurely pump your fingers in and out.

his hips try to buck upwards, and he lets out a strangled groan as the rope rubs up and down his length. it’s the only friction he can get right now.

“tojiii~” you whine, trying to reach the spot with your fingers that he knows all too well.

“i know, baby, i know,” he grunts, still awkwardly rocking his hips to get the smallest amount of friction. “let me out so i can take care of ya. c’mon, let your alpha take care of you,”

that sounds like a perfect idea, you think as you reach back over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a dildo that was completely modeled after toji’s cock — every ridge and vein for when he was gone on overnight hits.

“no,” he growls, seeing the look of mischief on your face. “that’s not—“

his words crumble as soon as he sees you wrap your pretty lips around the tip of the dildo. you’re so fucking stunning like this. he flexes his muscles, trying to break his way out of the chair to get to you.

the chair creaks in protest, and the ropes only grow tighter against his skin. he realizes he’s sweating as he watches you get up on your knees on the bed. your dildo on the mattress, pointed upwards so you can ride it right in front of him.

the look of relief on your face as you slowly stretch yourself out on his fake tip makes him nearly whine. he’s never begged for anything in his life, but he’s close to begging for you to let him out.

he’s completely enamored by the way you’re taking fake him so well. you’ve got tears in your eyes, undoubtedly feeling the slight burn of being filled so full, but he knows you can take it.

his hips move in sync with yours, letting the rope rub against his fat cock as you slowly adjust and bounce on your dildo.

“please—“ he finally grunts in a breathy whisper when you bottom out. he can barely take it anymore, watching you while not being able to touch himself.

“please what?” you taunt in a breathy tone, still slowly dragging your hips up and down along the pretty dildo.

toji doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. he only knows that he needs you carnally. “fucking, brat— you know i need you,”

“mmmph! sounds like you haven’t learned your lesson.”

oh and you look oh so pretty while taking his fake dick. he can’t even pull his eyes away from you. his hips are shakily rutting into the ropes, taking what little friction he can get in stride.

“fuck, toji..” you gasp, causing him to let out a strangled growl. his head tips back, and you take a moment to admire his big beefy body all tied down and sweaty. his pheromones are honestly starting to overpower yours, and it’s dizzying.

he’s basically whimpering, humping the air like a dog as his eyes are glued to how your slick folds are accepting the dildo so well. he can feel just how well you’d take him in this situation. he’d be able to feel every little flutter and clench around his thick cock.

“please,” he tries again. he’s broken for you. never in his life would he think that he would beg for anything, but you’re too sweet of a prize to let his pride ruin. “please doll… let your alpha come take care of you. i’ll… i’ll be good.”

meanwhile, your hips are bouncing up and down aggressively. the dildo modeled after his cock feels so damn good, filling you up entirely and nudging against the spot that makes you see stars, but it’s no where close to the real thing. still, toji’s scent and whimpering is enough to keep you going.

“yeah?” you pant, “you’ll be g-good? how so?”

the chair creaks as toji’s hips are working hard. he’s matching your pace, trying to picture you riding him like that. “i’ll lay down and let you use me.. fuck, you can take what you want from me, doll. i’m yours.. just please…”

the wet sounds of your sliding up and down the girthy rubber dildo along with the chair violently creaking with each pathetic hump toji’s hips make fill the air. he’s completely whimpering now, damn near sobbing about how he’ll be a good boy for his omega. you fear you’ve unlocked something deep inside him.

it’s all too much. your body begins to quiver as your muscles draw taut. you’re so close, and the nagging fear of not being able to finish without toji’s help slithers into your brain.

“god— fuucking dammit,” a strangled growl get your attention, and you look to see toji with his head tilted back. his rutting is messy and losing it’s rhythm. then, you see the wet spot in his boxers.

he came without any touch.

the pathetic sight is enough to throw your right over the edge, sending you into oblivion as you cry out on the dildo. toji’s still pumping his hips like he’s trying to telepathically fuck you through your orgasm.

after a moment, the room falls into a deadly quiet. you look at toji while panting, knowing you have to untie him and some point, and he’s going to give you hell to pay.

@theuniversesnepobaby here’s sub toji that you’ve been wanting

[nanamisbbygirl]

whenever you sleep over at toji's place you end up falling asleep in one of his old black t-shirts, void of the panties you entered with. it doesn't matter what you're doing the next day, if you have lectures or a shift a work, it's a very familiar routine.

you always wake up against his morning wood, subconsciously rocking back on him until he's so fed up with your slutty behavior that he has to nudge you awake.

"rise 'n shine, kiddo." he grumbles with that familiar groggy morning voice. you groan, not wanting to wake up just let, but he only continues "you slept in, you're gonna be late for class."

"i don't care," you mutter, "can you give me a ride?"

"not today, princess, got called in for a job." you groan again, wiggiling towards his dick. toji only grunts, "nope, no time for that right now. whaddya want to eat?"

"you."

"be serious, no brat talk right now." you huff at his sternness. he can see your little pout and tries making it up to you, "later, i promise. now really, should i make a bagel?"

"yes please," you hum.

"you got it," he gives your butt a smack, "now get your lazy ass up."

part two

[lixiemissexotic]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝗼𝐣𝗼 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐫𝐮

Gojo was fiend for getting his dick sucked by you especially when your pretty lips were covered in sparkly lipgloss. there’s something about him seeing your glossy lips that just makes his mind wander.

he was seated on the living room couch with you kneeling in front of him, pretty titties out and mouth wide open. his hands found themselves gripping your hair and pulling your head upwards to look at him.

“gonna be a good girl and let me cum on your pretty face baby”?

“yes toru, promise”

using your tongue you licked circles around his tip that was leaking with pre, while looking up at him innocently with those pretty eyes. gojo was fighting the urge to push his cock down your throat and ruin you.

you then picked a strip from his base to tip before hollowing out your cheeks and taking in half his cock. your mouth stretched around his impressive girth and length.

“shittt”

you started bobbling your head at a steady pace taking in more and more of his cock down your throat. you were sucking him off so good, nice and sloppy just how he liked it.

gargling wet sounds and gojo’s moaning quickly filled the room, you look his cock out of your mouth with a popping sound before messily spitting on it.

your saliva coated his entire cock making it easy for your you jerk him off while you took his balls into your mouth.

satoru was a whiney mess under you eyes rolling to the back of his head as he bucked up into your palm. you sucked on gojos balls while fishing his cock quickly.

“nrgg, ahh f-fuck princess, wanna cum, wanna cum pleasee” Gojo’s head fell back and his pretty blue eyes were on the brink of tearing up.

you could feel him twitching in your palm, you were quick to return to sucking his cock not wanting to miss a drop of his cum.

your eyes were teary while deep throating him, he was not holding onto the back of your head fucking your frost down on his huge cock. sounds of your muffled moans and gargles along with gojo’s grunts echoed inside the room causing even more wetness to pool in your panties.

“ss-shit gonna cum now ahh”

you plopped his cock out of your mouth and started jerking him off with your tongue out awaiting his cum.

before you knew it hot beads of his milky cum pained your pretty face

“fuck ma, you suck it up so good baby”

[euphoriesx]

smau - co-parenting

ft gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro

warnings: reader is called ma in toji’s, implied abuse in geto’s

01. gojo

02. geto

03. nanami

04. toji

[rbfclassy]

A SLUT WITH GLASSES! — CHOSO KAMO

SYNOPSIS...a drabble about how choso loves your glasses a little too much…if you know what I mean

INFO...choso x fem!reader, reader wears glasses, p in v, stomach bulge, blowjobs, cumming on face, cum eating, hair pulling, face fucking, spit, slapping

OTHER...likes and reblogs appreciated

as a girly who wears glasses, I had to write this!

Choso loves how cute you look with your glasses, always pushing them up on the bridge of your nose when they slip down, or taking them off to clean and wipe them down. You always look so cute with them and he can’t help it. But what he loves more is when you wear them during sex, his poor baby can’t see without them. He’s fucking you rough, pulling your hair and forcing you to watch the way his cock disappears in your wet cunt, glasses falling off your face, the lenses fogging up as you try to keep them on. “Pay attention sweetheart, look at the bulge,” He snickers, watching the way his cock reached your guts, quite literally.

Don’t get him started on when you give him a blowjob, looking up at him over your glasses, plump lips wrapped around his cock. He has a fistful of hair in his hand, fucking your face, spit drooling everywhere. Tears stream down your cheeks as you choke on his dick, adjusting your glasses for the millionth time when he gives a chance to breathe. “Such a pretty mess you are.” He slaps your face before shoving his cock back down your throat again. Teary eyes stare up at him when he presses your nose against his pelvis. You acted like such a whore for him he loved it.

Next thing you know, he’s cumming on your face, sticky string of cum coating your glasses and tongue. You proudly swallow, smiling up at him. He slaps his dick on your tongue, rubbing it against your face and your glasses of course. “You got it on my glasses, Cho,” you pout, taking them off.

He chuckles, “sorry, princess.” He caresses your head, looking down at you as you lick the cum off of them. Of course a slut like you doesn’t let a drop go to waste. Goddamn, does he love those glasses. If you ever get contacts, he doesn’t know how he’ll manage.

[winters-doll]

𝙃𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙋𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘼𝙨𝙨

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶!, 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻���𝗶𝗻𝗴,𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗵𝗶𝘀), 𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 (𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗺𝗮,𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮) 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝘅𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻,𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶! 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝘃𝘆/𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗰 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘢𝘴𝘴

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 🎀 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎. 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑱𝒐𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏. ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

🎀”𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪,” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

🎀 “𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥,” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩. 𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦.

🎀𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵. 𝘈 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭. “𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪!” 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭. “𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭

🎀 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘰…𝘳𝘢𝘸. “𝘊𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢,” 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘵.

🎀 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

🎀𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯. “𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺…” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪��𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

🎀𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,” 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺.

🎀 “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

🎀 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴,”𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘢, 𝘮𝘩𝘮.” 𝘏𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘫𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵.

𝘚𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥

𝘚𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘸

𝘈 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. “𝘖𝘩!” 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘓𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺.

𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘥. “𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.” 𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. “𝘔𝘮, 𝘺𝘦𝘴.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘭, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨. “𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.” 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘒𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺

𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴. “𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘫𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘋𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯. “𝘖𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘺𝘦𝘴” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

“𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘵.” 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘱����𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

A/N: whew! that man so nasty ohmylooord. This is my first toji drabble btw. Watcha think? My request are open for my good girls who like to get slutty for their daddy~

[girlsz1]

Baby Got Back!

The way he grabs your ass, you would’ve thought he was so upset but no… it was actually the opposite. He just loved it it uhh too much… Doggystyle might be one his favorite positions. Actually no. it is one of his favorites. He loves the way it moves. The way your ass bounces off his dick. He would’ve thought the angels were sent to get him. The way

“F-fuck! It’s too much!” You whimper. You’re actually begging for to slow down, but then at the same time you liked it rough. The way his hands gripped the sides of your waists. His nails dug deep into your skin, was he trying to mark you??

Uhhh I’m feeling very freaking… I think I’m ovulating…

[chosos-mascara]

! smut ahead mdni !

you don’t realise megumi likes your fingers in his mouth until he’s bottoming out, palms spreading your legs when you push your fingertips past his lips. you’d intended to use the spit as lubrication, the throb of your clit in need of attention while his length had been filling your every inch - you hadn’t expected him to groan, grip over you tightening.

you let it slip the first time, but when you’re in his lap, hips rolling on his, you decide to entertain the idea.

his head had been tilted back slightly, resting on the couch cushion behind, his cheek warm to your hand as you dragged your nails over the soft skin, two fingers delicately ghosting over his lips before pushing between teeth.

his eyes widen, groan in throat as his hips push upward, and you’re sure his dick had just twitched inside of you. a smile crept over your face as you slid the digits over his tongue, his expression contorting and a whine voicing his approval.

he hadn’t been all to vocal until now. but he couldn’t help but buck his hips and burrow himself deeper with the sensation of your fingers inside his mouth… especially when they’d cause him to gag.

[lovelywetdreamer]

A couple of drabble idea. They are basically the same just with different characters. All the characters are college age.

💛Being Nanami's older sister you are torturing Gojo. Torturing is just a code word for Gojo to fuck your brain out in Nanami's bed. Gojo even begged Nanami to let him stay the night. Gojo just can't go home when he has your sweet pussy waiting for him to use.

💙Being Gojo's baby sister you are part of a bookclub with Nanami. Bookclub is code word for Nanami to eats you on Gojo's favorite chair. Gojo hate reading anything that isn't manga. Gojo never checked on you and Nanami. Nanami is a gentlemen that wouldn't touch his sister.

💜Being Megumi's nanny requires you to care for the baby. And for some reason lets Toji put a baby in you. He had been meaning to give Megumi a younger sibling. Plus the way you squeeze Toji so tight he couldn't pull out if he wanted to.

❤️Being tutored by Geto requires you being on your knees and trance the veins of his cock with your tongue. Hope your big brother Gojo don't catch you guys.

💜Being Yuji's babysitter requires not waking him from his nap explain why Choso got your head in a pillow while his dick is dangerously close to your womb. Wouldn't it be a great idea to make you part of the family permanently?

[classyrbf]

classmate!gojo part 2!

classmate!gojo who has been losing his mind trying to figure out who his mystery girl is. He’d assume it’s someone he knows, someone he hangs around, maybe one of the well known girls in his class. But looking at them, he didn’t really get that vibe. Sure they’d flirt with him, always hang around him, and that would be way too obvious. Despite being a part time investigator along with being a college student, that hasn’t stopped gojo from chatting with you. Still, everyday, you and him are sending pictures and videos back and forth and texting.

gojo: just tell me who you are, baby, promise I won’t bite ;)

you: where’s the fun in that, hm?

you laugh at knowing he’s frustrated. You see it on his face everyday when he walks into class, looking at his phone constantly and his eyes scanning the room. He does it in the cafe area as well when hanging with his friend, looking to see if any girl might fit his description of you. But of course, he never looks your way, completely disregarding your existence until late in the night when you’re both horny for each other. You can’t help but send him a video of you fucking your self with your dildo, your phone set up perfectly where you can’t see your face, but can see everything else. And you fuck yourself until you squirt all over your bedroom floor, legs shaking as you imagine it’s his cock.

poor gojo is just losing his mind behind the screen, listening to your moans and watching you squirt over and over, but all he’s thinking about is your face. Doesn’t stop him from getting off though. Of course he’s jerking his cock. Roughly. All the frustration is really getting to him. “Fuck! You’re really fucking teasing me, baby. You know that?”

the cycle continues for several days, until one day he misses class. What’s the problem in that? It’s the fact he needed the notes from that lecture and of course his friends never write them down. So, who did the professor direct him to? You. He’s walking up to you so casually, a bored look on his face as you’re sitting in your seat, palms sweating and internally freaking out. “Don’t mean to bother you, but do you have the notes from the last lecture?” He sighs in annoyance, adjusting his backpack.

“Oh, um…yeah, let me just…” You reach down into your bag and doing so, gojo noticed the color of your nails, his brows furrowing. They looked familiar.

“Nice nails,” he said. You couldn’t be his mystery girl, could you? No, no it was just a coincidence. You’re just some quiet, shy, and nerdy girl who keeps to herself. No way you fit in the description.

You pause for a moment, handing him your notes. “Thanks,” you mutter, quickly standing from your seat.

“Wait, don’t you want these back?” He asked, curious as to why you were in such a rush.

“Keep em, I have a picture of them on my phone.” You grab your bag and hurriedly walk away from him, your heart pounding against your chest. Gojo watches as you disappear from the lecture hall, immediately pulling out his phone to pull up a saved picture of his mystery girl, endlessly scrolling through pictures and videos to find one with your hands.

He stops at a video of you groping your tits, eyes widening when he notices the same color nails and design. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. No fucking way.” He shoves his phone in his pocket, quickly following after you, wherever you went. But he doesn’t know that you left home for the day, completely avoiding him.

You can’t believe you got so close to him today, so close you could smell his cologne and hear his voice in person. Just thinking about it had you so horny, so wet. And when he complimented your nails? It meant he was actually checking you out! His eyes were on you! “He talked to me!” You squealed, running to your room, locking your bedroom door and slipping your panties off from under your skirt. “He talked to me…he was looking at me…” You sink your fingers into your already soaked cunt, eyes fluttering shut as you move them faster, pressing against your g-spot.

Gojo stared at his phone, debating whether to text you. He needed to really see if you were his mystery girl. He needed to investigate a little more, meaning he needed to watch your every move before confronting you. “Can’t believe you really might be her,” he sighed, biting down on his bottom lip. “Those tits, that ass, that pussy, all belonging to a sweet little thing like you? Can’t be…” Gojo couldn’t help himself, palming his semi-hard cock through his jeans. “Shit, baby,” he moaned, undoing his jeans, pulling out his cock. His eyes shut, remembering the cute look on your face when he walked up to you, and he could smell your perfume too, and that voice…yeah, he could recognize that voice anywhere. You’re definitely her. “I hope you’re thinking about me too. Fuck that. I know you’re thinking about me,” he breathily chuckles, slowly fisting his cock to your pictures.

“You were so close to me today, mmmph—fuck!” You rub your clit in circles, watching a video of him jerking off his pretty cock. “Wish you would’ve bent me over and fucked me right there—ah!” You heavily pant, hips twitching. “I need more!” You reach over into your bedside drawer, pulling out your dildo. “Want your cock inside me, Toru,” you moan. “Please say you’re thinking about me too, please!”

You know he knows. He has to. Why else would he compliment your nails? And why hasn’t he texted you yet? You’ve scared him off. Of course he doesn’t want anything to do with you. But you’ll have your fun while it lasts.

I know I left it on a cliffhanger (I’m super evil 😈 )

part 1 part 3

[goyardgoyangi]

eating wingstop in street racer! sukuna’s car

You’re halfway through your second tender when it hits you — he hasn’t said a word about the crumbs.

The scent of hot honey and voodoo fries fills his GTR, thick and sweet, the kind of smell that would make any car guy lose his mind. But Sukuna just leans back in the driver’s seat like he’s been waiting for this all day.

Maybe he has.

Which is weird, because just last week, you watched him nearly commit a felony when some guy got too close to the rear spoiler. The poor dude barely breathed near it and Sukuna went off — meanwhile, you stood on the sidewalk sipping iced matcha, thoroughly entertained as Sukuna wiped down an invisible fingerprint like it was an insult.

But now he’s focused on the wing in his hand — mostly. His eyes keep flicking to you every few seconds, like he can’t decide what’s messier: the sauce on his fingers or the look on your face while you chew.

“Don’t get sauce on the leather,” he murmurs, almost out of obligation.

There’s no bite to it, though.

You glance at him through your lashes, catching the way his body’s angled toward you. Elbow on the center console. Guarded, maybe — but not from you.

“You let me eat in here,” you tease, waving a greasy fry at him. “This a trap?”

“No.” His voice is quieter now, eyes on the dashboard. “Just… you’re clean.”

You arch a brow. “Wow. Thanks. Romantic.”

He rolls his eyes — a little too hard. “You know what I mean.”

You kind of do.

He’s not cold. Not really. Just hard to read. Always elbows deep in engines, more tuned into the purr of an exhaust than the sound of his own name.

You reach into the paper bag, the grease turning translucent in spots, and offer him your last fry.

He hesitates.

Then he takes it with two fingers, careful not to touch yours, and tosses it into his mouth. He nods, approving.

“I don’t let just anyone in this car, you know.”

You raise an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Clearly. I’ve heard the horror stories.”

But here you are — box in your lap, fingers messy, dipping your tenders into the extra ranch he always orders without you having to ask. The car smells like fried food and leather, two things that should never mix, but somehow feel natural when it’s the two of you.

You glance over at him, chewing thoughtfully. “Well then, who would you let eat in here?”

He doesn’t respond right away. Just finishes off his wing, sucks the bone clean like it’s muscle memory, then tosses it into the bag with a lazy flick of his wrist. He wipes his fingers on a napkin already soaked with grease, then tosses that aside too.

When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter. Slower. Measured.

“I don’t let anyone else do a lot of things.”

You pause, fingers frozen over your food. The words hit heavier than they should. He says it like it means something — like it is something. But the moment hangs in the air for just a second too long, so you roll your eyes and reach for another tender.

“Could’ve just said I’m special,” you mutter, half-joking, careful not to drop any crumbs on his pristine interior.

Because even if he won’t say it, you already know. You’ve heard the stories — how Sukuna doesn’t even let people breathe near his car, much less eat in it. Water bottles? Off-limits. Shoes on the seat? Instant death. And yet here you are, mid-bite, elbows up, your takeout box resting comfortably in your lap like you’ve been doing this forever.

And maybe that’s the scariest part.

Because he lets you.

And he never lets anyone.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

cw - yandere behavior, choso doing perverted stuff, bondage, problematic behaviors, smut, mdni, not proofread

imagining you and sick pervert!choso being roommates in an apartment together.

sick pervert!choso doesn’t like when you leave the apartment. he has some form of separation anxiety when it comes to you, but actually, he just loathes the idea that other people are getting to see you when he can’t.

sick pervert!choso who sets a curfew for you to help “ease his worries”. you agree because you like the fact that someone is watching out for you.

sick pervert!choso who ties you up to his bed when you break curfew one night. he doesn’t even touch you inappropriately. he just keeps you right where you belong: in his room.

sick pervert!choso who coos sweet condescending words to you while you’re tied up in his bed. “you know why i had to tie you up, don’t you?” you swallow thickly and nod your head. your eyes are glassed over from tears and the alcohol you had consumed earlier in the night.

sick pervert!choso who assures you that he forgives you for staying out past curfew. “it’s okay, baby. don’t cry. i just needed you to stay here with me for a little while, okay?”

sick pervert!choso who keeps you tied up until the next morning. he only unties you to lead you to the bathroom. he cares for you so tenderly as you shower and brush your teeth, but it’s right back to being tied down to the bed after your little break.

sick pervert!choso who admires you while you sleep. he loves how soft and vulnerable you look. it makes his dick twitch in his boxers, and he doesn’t understand why. he just knows he has to take his own bathroom break now.

sick pervert!choso who finally lets you go after a full day of being tied up, but he gives you big puppy dog eyes the moment you try to go to your own room, so of course, you sit with him and let him kiss the rope burns on your wrists.

sick pervert!choso who has a love/hate relationship with your job. he hates the fact that he has to share you with your job, and he hates that other men get to look at you while you work. what if they start getting the idea that they actually have a chance with you? then, choso will have to kick their teeth in :(

sick pervert!choso who also loves the time you’re gone sometimes because that’s when he gets to go shopping in your room! he breaks in, and he only steals a few things… like your used panties.

sick pervert!choso who will spray your perfume against his pillows while your gone. he will have a pillow with your perfume shoved against his nose while he chokes his throbbing cock with your panties.

sick pervert!choso who makes it a mission to fuck all of your used panties, leaving behind globs of cum in the crotch portion as he cries out your name however loud he wants to because you’re at your stupid job.

sick pervert!choso who noticed you’re taking far too long at work one evening. he’s blown up your phone with texts, and he finally checks the apple tag on your car that he accidentally left behind between the seats. you’re at a bar… without notifying him first.

sick pervert!choso who paces around the apartment all night, debating on just showing up at the bar, but he knows you’ll be upset with him for stalking you. his heart leaps into his throat as he hears the door open up.

sick pervert!choso has your back pressed against the door in record time. his nose is buried in your neck and shoulder as he’s trying to smell for anyone else’s scent on you. “where were you, baby? i was worried…”

“my boss brought us all out for drinks since we hit a big deadline, chocho. i’m sorry. my phone died.” you say as you rub his back, trying to soothe him from how tore up he was.

sick pervert!choso who leads you up to his room anyways to tie you up. you should’ve known better than to keep him worried and waiting like this! now he’s all pent up with too much possessive energy… he needs to see you bound to his bed to ease his anxiety.

sick pervert!choso forgot to hide the evidence of his activities all day. a few pairs of your panties are scattered around the floor, and he immediately tries to do damage control, but it’s too late. you already saw them.

“chocho, is this why my panties always go missing?” you ask as you pick up your favorite white cotton pair. you hold up the pair for him to stare at it with guilt in his eyes.

“i try to always return them!” he says with a small pout. “they smell like you. it helps me…”

sick pervert!choso who’s terrified that you’re going to give him a look of disgust. he knows that you’re going to hate him forever for being so sick and demented. he doesn’t want to have to, but he will drug you to keep you here with him. he loves that you stay willingly, but he’ll do whatever he has to do to keep you by his side.

“you do this while i’m at work?” you ask slowly. choso can’t see an ounce of disgust in your face.. only curiosity and something he can’t quite put his finger on.

after gathering his confidence, he finally nods his head, “and sometimes while you’re asleep…”

sick pervert!choso who’s awe struck when he watches you slide your panties out from underneath that sinful pencil skirt you wear to work. he’s nearly drooling out of his mouth as he looks at the pink lacy fabric.

“you want them?” you coax, and he’s quick to nod. the thought of being able to feel and smell them while they’re still fresh and warm… he’s about to cum in his pants from the thought.

“i’ll give them to you if you agree not to tie me up tonight,” you bargain with a knowing smile. “i also want to watch,”

holy shit. sick pervert!choso’s heart is hammering through his chest. this is like a fantasy come true. he reaches out and takes the panties from you, and he’s quick to hold them over his nose.

he groans and palms his throbbing dick through his pants as your scent fills his nose. he takes another deep breath, committing the scent of your pussy to his memory. he’s never experienced anything this divine in his life.

you sit on his computer chair as you watch your roommate fall apart over a simple pair of your panties.

you cross your legs together, watching as choso’s eyes are resting on you. he pulls out his massive cock, and be strangles the lacy pink fabric over it. he then slowly wraps his hand around the pace, and he fucks himself into your panties.

it’s truly a sight for sore eyes. choso’s leaned against his bed, whining and whimpering pathetically as he claims your panties again and again. he wishes he could shove the pillow over his nose, but then, that would block his perfect view of you.

sick pervert!choso would’ve never expected for his sweet roommate to react the way you do to the sight of him fisting his cock with your panties.

“fuck,” he growls, and he pumps his dick faster. the fabric is becoming slick with his own pre-cum. “you want me to mark your panties like this, baby?” he asks, managing to dirty talk you without stuttering or whimpering.

“yes,” you barely whisper. you’re so caught up in the sight of him — you almost forgot to reply to him.

his hips start to raise with each pump, and he feels himself getting close. he grips his cock tighter, imagining it was you gripping him like a vice while he fucks your tight pussy until you forget your own name.

a moment later, he groans as he quickly aims his cock, and he cums all over the crotch of your panties. rope after rope of his cum cover the pink fabric until it’s a sticky mess.

he pants as he looks over at you, and his heart is elated by the fact that you look just as desperate as he feels.

sick pervert!choso knows he could he making a mistake, but he takes a leap of faith based off your facial expression. “put them on,” he roughly demands, holding out your freshly ruined panties to you.

your eyes widen, and you look up at him with a little bit of uncertainty. however, you know you two are on a path of depravity now that you watched him claim your panties. you slowly take the panties from him, and you carefully slide them up your legs.

a moan escapes your lips as you feel his warm arousal press against you. it’s sticky and wet. it’s slightly uncomfortable, yet you’ve never been more turned on in your life. it was like a raw act of deprivation as you wore your panties that he had soiled.

“you like that, baby?” he asks, and he can’t help the small tremble in his voice. he desperately wants you to like it as much as he likes it. he’s enamored by the sight of your thighs clenching together. he might just make you wear the panties for the rest of the night.

you nod shyly with a small hum.

sick pervert!choso who never knew his roommate was a secret deviant freak until he watched you sit in panties filled with his cum all night long.

sick pervert!choso who falls even more in love with you after feeling so raw and close to you, and he has no idea that you have plans to ask him to use your panties while you’re wearing them next time <3

[nanamisbbygirl]

hi pookie… here to dump my beautiful thoughts!

1. geto is a munch, i’m talking about IN ITTTTT!!! pussy slaps, spitting on it!! pretty sure any time of the day especially if you’re on the couch he’ll just slip his hand down your pants and just start playing with it

2. i would to believe that nanami is a GD FREAK. nastiest freak ever. he’s the type to pin your hands above your head during missionary or behind your back when he’s giving you backshots

3. gojo fav position is either cow girl or reserve cow girl, firm believer that he loves your hips and his hands are always on them

1. i’m creaming XD there’s a munch in my life and geto is anything like him he’s BEGGING to have you sit on his face, it’s the first part of your intimate time. he loooooves eating you out and getting sloppy with his tongue 10/10 hc

2. you know what they say about the quiet ones… freakilious… blindfolds, bondage, whatever he’s gonna cum in you no matter how you’re tied up

3. yesyesyes he lives seeing the marks his nails make in your hips and how he can make your butt giggle with every powerful snap. he probably loves slapping your butt to since it’s there lol

[lixiemissexotic]

7:00 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝗼ఌ

frat boy fwb geto who fucks you senseless in a bathroom at a house party. he was such a whore for you just as much as you were for him which made it all the more better. alcohol was running though your body making everything seem fuzzy and the heat between your legs even more unbearable.

geto didn’t care where you two fucked or if anyone could hear or see you, he just wanted to be balls deep in your dripping wet cunt.

you were currently sat on the bathroom table with your legs loosely wrapped around geto’s waist and his cock bullying its way inside you. you could feel his fat cock in your stomach, he always knew how to make his girl feel so fucking good. your hands made their way to the sides of his neck holding onto him while he continued roughly digging in and out of your sweet cunt.

“pussy always so fuckin wet f’me ma”

your pretty eyes were rolled to the back of your head already dumb on his cock, loud moans and uneasy breaths left your parted glossed lips.

“f-fuckin me soo damn good, s’deep daddy nrgg”

he pulled you into a sloppy kiss sucking your tongue meaning into your mouth before moving down to your neck. “my pretty little fuckin slut, gonna mark you up so all these pervs to see”

you loved the idea of men looking at you just to see your body littered in marks that suguru had left on you, it made you feel like you were really his girl. your pussy cleaned at the thought and he could feel you squeezing him , fuck he’s close.

his thumb rubbed fast circles that matched his fast rough strokes “you like this shit hu mama, can feel you squeezin my cock do tight”

your head fell back and your mouth opened forming an “o” shape as you felt yourself coming undone all over suguru’s long cock.

suguru thought you we’re beautiful like this, messy hair, teary eyes, trembling legs and head filled with only thoughts of his cock. perfect.

“daddyy please please pleasee m’cumminggg”

“ask properly princess” he knew exactly what you wanted, his cum nice and deep inside your pretty little pussy that was squirting all over his thick cock right now.

he was already at the brink of nutting deep inside you but like the good girl you are you clenched around his cock staring at him with fucked out eyes trying to gather your words.

“c-cum inside daddy” who was he to deny such a pretty girl who asked so nicely

his thrusts became sloppier and you could feel him stutter in motion, he wasn’t sure if it was all the alcohol or the weed or your just your pussy but he felt euphoria coursing through his entire body as he shot his load inside you.

he pulled out and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead

“that’s my girl”