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Jackyhuge (@stronggod008) showing us his superior pecs
#jackyhuge#bodybuilder#massive#pecs#biceps#bicep worship#huge pecs#delts#big bicep#jacked#muscle#pec bounce#pumped pecs#giant pecs#pec pig#mega pecs
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Nyanja thoughts took control
#anthro#furryart#fortnite#hajime fortnite#nyanja#nyanja fortnite#booba#muscular pecs#gay pecs#gay#mega gay
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clone girlies are everywhere ill just be looking around and suddenly ill see a post that reads like “oh my god i need to tickle commander cody’s toes or ill kill myself”
#be you and be true#not being mean or anything ☝️#it’s just that HOT SUPER MEGA PECS aren’t my thing.#gert moment
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A cowtaur transformation commission (plus a few alternates) for Orion-B on FA! 🐄 ✨💖 BUY ME A COFFEE! 💖✨ Check me out on: Instagram | Twitter | deivantArt | ArtStation | Bluesky SFW/NSFW
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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝?
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: true form!sukuna, monster fucking with alpha!sukuna, A/B/O (meaning alpha, mega, and beta) no alpha and mega title used, daddy/mama, praise/teasing/mocking/praising degradation, biting, knotting, werewolf venom makes their mate go into heat to keep up like in the fic mine with werewolf toji, fucking on fur bedding, you said clan and for some reason my brain went wood bedframes and fur blankets no technology, we get candles for light, they have fangs venom and claws with sukuna have his true form extraness, double pentration, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, blood, pain kink, light size kink, toji is praising you while fucking you like he hates you, choking, full nelson, sukuna calls you pet twice, mind break, cream pie, fucking their cum into you. belly bulge from the amount of cum, forced orgasm, squirting
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Requesting for clan leader! Gojo 😔🙏 gotta have that breeding kink in their somewhere!! Mans whole clan is asking for an heir right after you get married. In my mind Geto is still alive and kicking and has his own family. Gojo gets a terrible case of FOMO and ends up wanting a whole litter of kids for himself. goin at it like rabbits for DAYS.
Oreo: not this being in the drafts since September! im sorry anon! This was also giving me werewolf vibes with the word clan so one think lead to another. it gave me the chance to write the reader belly bulging with sukuna's cum so im excited about that
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
Slapping your sloppy cunt, stuffing his thick warm cum in with two fingers he bit the claws off on. Whining, twisting your hips away. Smirking down at you, crooning “Where ya going mama thought you wanted to make me a daddy?” Pulling you into place by your hips.
You want Satoru’s fingers, cock, tongue, and cum filling you up. “I do wanna make you a daddy but you're too much. Can't keep cumming, but I wanna at the same time." Hooking your leg around his waist pulling him in.
His eyes momentarily widen. Ordering in a needy plead, “Call me daddy again mama.” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulders, down his thick pecs and abs. Over countless thin and thick scars ranging from pink to white in color.
“Daddy please lemme feel you!” Sliding your hand down his hard abs, biting you lip when he purposefully flexes. Grabbing your thighs pinning you in a firm mating press. Following the short wispy whine happy trail down to his beautiful long cock.
Lining his pale cock head up with your soft lip. Stroking yourself with his cock, circling your soft clit. He's so warm, soft yet hard. His breathy moan gets you off. “But you are feeling me, what more can my mama need?” Dipping his head, sinking his sharp fangs into your tit.
Moaning, he's intoxicating, sweet, warm, and pleasurable like having him massaging your sweet spot with his fingers. Your body is getting hotter. Thick slick drips down, your cunt aching with an insatiable need for Satoru.
Flicking your soft nipple with his warm tongue. Sucking, sinking his fangs in deeper when you cry. Shifting your hips trying to slip him in, whining when Satoru pulls back. Whipping the blood from his lips with his thumb.
"What does my mama need?" Nudging your sensitive cunt with his cock, spreading his hand on your stomach pinning you still. Gliding his cock up your clit refusing to touch your clit.
Admiring how your cunt split to take his pale pink cock head. Pleading with him, "Please give me more than the tip! I need you to knot me, keep your cum deep inside my sensitive cunt, please!" Slowly giving you his head head, letting the soft ridge vanish before gliding out. Lightly tugging on your cunt.
"You sure you need more than just the tip?" Nudging in his head, leaving it there, pressing down harder when you squirm. "You said I'm too much mama, you sure ya need me to knot n’ cum in ya?"
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢
"Fuckin finally I can stuff ya full of cum again." Bending you over on the soft pile of blankets. Pulling your ass in the air, squeezing when you wiggle, piercing your skin with his sharp claws. Blood trickles down trickles down your hip. Thick cum drips down your thighs.
The pain is sweet mixing with mind-numbing pleasure. It's impossible to think, you can barely process Toji grunting, “I've been wanting to breed your sweet tight cunt for months. Ya gonna be so beautiful with your tits and belly swelling mama." Gliding his softening knot out tugging on your tight cunt, his cock is harder than before.
Despite stuffing your cunt full of cum three times. Toji is getting hornier, fucking your limp body harder. Testing your limits seeing how much you can take before you break.
Stepping on your head, roughly fucking his thick cock into you. Trembling, your sensitive cunt is gushing on his cock. How can still cum after the fifth you couldn't think to count.
The thick blankets muffle your moans, “Such a messy lil cunt she’s a beautiful lil super soaker. Gonna make you cream on my cock till my knot won’t swell up anymore.” You would be convinced he hates you with the merciless way he's fucking his fat veiny cock into you. If not for Toji's words and the fresh bite on your neck.
Bent over, back arched, legs spread with your cunt stuff his heavy balls slap your clit. His swelling knot catching on your tight sensitive cunt. "Fuck mama squeeze my fat cock with your tight sloppy wet cunt. Nnn I've always thought about how hot of a milf you'd make."
Slapping your ass, squeezing your cheek. Fucking you harder, the fur blanket muffling your cries. "Your beautiful little cunt is always so tight when you're in heat." Moving his foot, your body lurches forward from the strength of thrusts. "Fuck you're so damn perfect mama takin' my cock like a slut." Grabbing your hair, yanking your back.
Your back hits his hard chest. Wrapping his hand around your neck, standing up, your legs dangle, held by your hair, neck, and his thick cock balls deep in you. "Please Daddy please daddy please!" Squeezing his thick veiny cock, he's filling you up perfectly, stroking your sweet spot.
"Since that's all my stupid little whore can moan, you don't need to breathe right? I can fuck your cunt into a gapping broken cum stuffed mess with my hands crushing your neck, right?" Grabbing your thighs, propping your calf over his thick forearm. Pinning you to his chest in a full nelson.
Squeezing your throat, groaning, "Ya gonna be a beautiful mama, gonna suck on your tits when they drip milk. Make sure they don't get too full like your pussy is 'bout to be." His swelling knot tugs on your soaking wet cunt.
𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
Gliding his thick, veiny tattooed cocks out. "It's starting to trickle out the sides." Pushing on your bulging stomach, thick cum gushing from your sore, gaping cunt. Sukuna croons, "Don't pass out on me yet pet I'm having fun playing with you." His stomach's tongue relentlessly stroking your sensitive clit. Keeping you in an intoxicating mind numb pleasurable high, boarding on almost painful.
Lining his cock up, rolling his hips, arching your back, twisting your hips away from his slow deep thrusts. "Please don't stop!" Tears roll down your cheek when he pulls your hips back into place. Lifting you off the bed, slamming you down on his thick cocks.
The tip of his sharp claws digging into your skin shouldn't feel so good.
Taunting you, "Poor little pet can't even handle me n' you're cryin' for more! Keep fighting to stay awake mama. I need ya to keep taking my cocks till they get soft." Using your hips to guide your hot tight, squelching cunt on his thick cocks. Your cunt clenches, it feels too good to be senselessly fucked into a mindless mess by Sukuna.
Biting your side and breast, your body jolts, and your cunt clenches. It's too much venom at once, forcing your sensitive cunt to squirt on his cocks. "Fuckin' messy slut soaking the whole damn bed." Gliding his hand up your side, cupping your breast biting down.
Giving that intense high of squirting, yet your cunt can only spasm, getting tighter. Your body shaking, toes curling eyes rolling back. "If you do pass out mama, I could fuck my cum into your soft beautiful cunt when you're sleeping." Smirking grabbing your neck lifting you up right.
Looking up from Sukuna's thick pecs into his beautiful face. Dark crimson eyes glowing from his rut. "It would be a pity if I couldn't see you I love seeing you cryin'. But I wonder if your sweet little cunt will grip my cocks the same." Grabbing his arm and digging your short sharp claws in.
Sukuna leans his head back groaning. "Ya feel so fuckin' good mama, seein’ ya fighting to keep going this long is makin' is exciting. I might not be able to stop until your body gives out." His massive body trembles, your soft, soakign wet tight hot cunt squeezing and squelching on his fat cocks getting him off.
Fucking you faster on his cock. Flexing his arms when you pierce his skin. Thin rivulets of blood tricking down his biceps. Sukuna hunches over to roughly kiss you slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You're utterly helpless to do anything but happily take Sukuna's thick cocks. It's perfect you don't need to think or move. Only get fucked till you can't handle anymore.
#jjk#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#Toji fushiguro#fushiguro toji#sukuna ryomen#ryomen sukuna#sukuna smut#toji smut#gojo smut#gojo x reader#sukuna x reader#toji x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#fushiguro toji x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#gojo satoru smut
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pregnant!omega!Reader being insatiable at five months pregnant and driving your alpha mates wild with your neediness. — [ 18+ ] PRT. 1 | Kyle & Johnny
You keep whining and yowling dramatically, calling out to all four of them in your cozy nest, and smiling slyly, when you hear their swift feet carry them to you—like a pampered princess ringing a tiny bell for her servants.
Only that instead of food or drink, you require their fat knots and hot mouths instead.
"Steamin' Jesus," Johnny groans, dragging his tongue over the curve of your large baby bump, up to the valley between your swollen breasts. "Gonna give us a bloody heart attack one o' these days, hen."
Next to you, Kyle nuzzles your throat, tugging on your hair to gently tilt your head back for better access.
"Let her be, Soap, our sweet 'mega needs us." He sucks a mark into your neck, eliciting a moan from you while his chest rumbles with a growl.
They're both as naked as you are, warm and solid as they surround you just how the doctor said they should whenever you get anxious and needy; filling the nest with their calming scents, pheromones oozing oof their skin, aphrodisiacs tangy in their saliva.
Johnny peppers wet, open-mouthed kisses over your swollen breasts, lavishing them with sweet attention while your darkened nipples peak and tighten, causing your toes to curl and your breath to hitch with a pained whine.
Both alphas growl softly, all too aware of your sore body, and the strain the two unborn pups are putting on your lovely body.
"Lemme help ye, luv," Johnny husks, licking his lips as he gazes up at you with dark eyes, dark like the deep blue sea. "Lemme taste ye, aye? Ease tha' pressure in yer bonnie tits."
Kyle utters a breathy curse against your spit-slick skin as Johnny's words affect him, too. He pulls back to look at the other alpha before cupping your jaw to smooch your lips, murmuring: "I want to help you, too, baby. Can we?"
You nod, panting softly as your eyes flit between them. They both look utterly wrecked already—lips swollen, eyes hazy, cocks hard and pulsing between their muscular thighs.
"Yes, okay," you mewl, huffing as you prop yourself up in your elbows while Kyle helps you. "I need your help."
Their nostrils flare at your pathetic little mewls, bulging muscles flexing with restraint as they shift their positions, laying down on each of your side.
"Been fuckin' dreamin' about tastin' yer milk, luv. Fuck." Johnny is beaming, his cockhead leaking clear droplets of pre as he slowly ruts against your thigh, dragging the sticky mess along your supple skin. "Am starvin' f'ye."
Kyle cups your left tit reverently, thumbs over your stiff nipple before rolling it between rough fingertips until a small drop of pale golden liquid dribbles over his knuckles.
"Holy shite, lookit this, baby." He swallows thickly and his throat bobs. "You're leakin' for us." Johnny snarls at the sight, something wild and feral clawing behind his ribcage, and Kyle growls at him. "Easy there, Soap. Don't scare her."
"S-Sorry," he mutters, and his buff chest heaves with panting breaths; sweat matting the dark hairs on his pecs and running down his taut stomach. "Ah'll behave, hen."
When they both finally latch onto each of your ample breasts, plump lips closing around puffy nipples, your eyes roll back so hard, you fear you might faint at the sudden jolts of relief and pleasure wrecking through your body.
Kyle suckles gently, circling your sensitive areola with the tip of his tongue while massaging the underside of your breast with his hand to make you leak more milk into his eager mouth, his hazel eyes shut in bliss, dark lashes fluttering over his high cheekbones.
Johnny, on your other side, sucks on your tit like he's at the verge of dehydration, one hand splayed on the curve of your large belly possessively. His moans are muffled, his jaw unhinged to fit more of your flesh into his mouth while he drools and huffs breaths through his nostrils, eyes twinkling like azure gemstones as he stares at you adoringly, unblinking.
Words leave you as your body and mind succumb to the feeling of your alpha mates taking care of you so eagerly, so loving. Your head lolls back, your back arches as the tension leaves your chest only to pool between your legs, wet and warm.
When your angled knees fall apart and the scent of your arousal becomes more prominent in the air around the master bedroom, both Kyle and Johnny act instinctively—two different hands sliding between your legs to cup and toy with your mound.
Fingers petting your bush, parting your folds until you mewl and moan, exposing your slick heat to the air until your clit swells even more, pulsing with need.
"S' fuckin' good, luv," Johnny mutters around your nipple, liquid dribbling from the corners of his mouth to run down his stubbly chin, looking like a fat puppy high on mommy's milk.
"Taste bloody divine," Kyle agrees, flicking his tongue over your nipple with a lewd groan before kissing the spot where your heart flutters rapidly while his fingers rub figure eights over your swollen clit, changing between fast and slow strokes until you're panting and dizzy with arousal.
"Ngh–Kyle–" you sob, nails digging into the plush blankets underneaths you as your legs begin to tremble; your climax building up deep and intense at the base of your spine.
Suddenly, Johnny slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, grinning against your tit as you yip wantonly. "Tha's right, lovie," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel. "Feel us both, aye?" He curls his fingers deeply inside your silky walls, brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly as he fingerfucks you slowly.
Their simultaneous stimulation and the lewd suckling and smacking of their lips against your tits is enough to make you combust, bracketed between them—all warm and needy and safe.
You cry out when you climax, face twisting in pleasure-pain as your spine curves against their bodies, belly bulging while your pussy quivers and clenches; gummy walls sucking Johnny's thick fingers in, clit throbbing under Kyle's fingertips.
They watch with glee and awe as you fall apart between them, eyes glinting with pride, and cocks twitching and drooling precum with raw desire for their perfect omega.
"Beautiful," Kyle breathes, leaning in to nose along your jawline before helping you ease down on your back again. "So bloody gorgeous, babe."
You go pliant, blood rushing like warm molasses in your veins, eyes glossy and unfocused as you shudder with pleasant aftershocks when Johnny pulls his fingers out of your fluttering hole.
"Aye." He grins, gazing down at you with a cheeky grin. "The bonniest 'nd best fuckin' omega there is, and ye're all ours."
And then he brings his fingers up to lick your syrupy slick from his digits with a lewd moan, eyes rolling back into their sockets as the saccharine taste of you bursts on his tongue, mixing with the aftertaste of your sweet colostrum.
"Oi, ye muppets!" Price's voice suddenly booms through the house, causing both younger alphas to duck their heads, eyes wide with shock and slight fear of possible consequences.
You're too blissed out to care, fully aware that no harm or reprimand would ever come to you in this state, while both Johnny and Kyle whimper deep in their throats, squirming and rather panicked as they look at each other for help.
Then, two pairs of heavy steps can be heard marching up the stairs.
Price and Simon. You giggle softly, rubbing one hand over your pregnant belly as your puppies stir at the commotion.
The door to the master bedroom flings open, revealing two more rather pissed looking alphas.
"Oh... shite," Johnny grumbles, curling up behind you while Kyle glares at him, huffing: "Bloody coward."
"You both knows she's supposed to be resting," Price growls lowly, hands tightening into fists as he assesses the scene.
Next to him, Simon rucks his balaclava up to sniff the thick air sharply before he snarls: "Could've called us, too, ya fuckin' twonks."
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cw: suggestive , reader has tiddies/wears a bra/fem-bodied
you’ve heard the phrase "get that man a bra" before. people say it as a joke, a way to poke fun at dudes with substantial pectoral mass. but your toji? oh, he wasn’t just a man in need of a bra—he was the reason bras existed.
the sheer density of those things. they weren’t just pecs; they were mega milkers, genetically blessed jugs of goodness, god-given war crimes of mass destruction. no one should have tits that big and not wear some form of support. but you, naïve and unsuspecting, had never thought he’d actually take action on this very real issue.
so when you came home after a long, exhausting day, all you wanted was to lay on top of him, soak in his warmth, and let his big ol’ chest pillows cradle your weary soul. but the second your face met his torso, something was off.
where was the plush? where was the give? where was the comforting, all-natural memory foam of his pecs? instead of the usual soft, heavenly bounce-back, you were met with a rigid, unyielding force.
"… babe?" you mumbled, lifting your head slightly. you poked at his chest. it didn't jiggle. it didn't even budge. your heart rate spiked. this was unnatural.
“hmm?” toji replied lazily, his arm draped over his forehead, completely unfazed.
you poked again. harder. then squinted up at him. suspicious. too suspicious.
your eyes flicked to his shirt. then back to his chest. then back to his shirt. something was lurking under there, and you weren’t sure if you were emotionally prepared for what you were about to uncover.
but then, to your absolute horror, he smirked and casually lifted his shirt.
you gasped.
he stuffed himself into a sports bra.
your sports bra.
your brand-new, high-support, for-the-girlies-only sports bra.
it was stretched to its absolute limit, fabric screaming for relief. you swore you saw the seams trembling under the immense pressure of his pecs.
"bro," you whispered in pure betrayal.
toji, completely unfazed, propped himself up on one elbow and rolled his shoulder. "pretty good, right? keeps ‘em locked in. no bounce."
"NO BOUNCE?!" you shrieked, sitting up so fast your head spun. "YOU KILLED THEM. YOU SLAUGHTERED THEM. THEY'RE SUFFOCATING. RELEASE THEM IMMEDIATELY."
he had the audacity to chuckle.
“nah, i like it," he said, adjusting the straps like some kind of deranged lululemon ambassador. "real snug. back support’s nice too."
you were about to pass away.
"toji," you inhaled, voice shaking. "you ruined my brand new bra."
"nah," he shrugged, reaching for the remote. "just stretched it out a little."
stretched it out a little. a little. A LITTLE.
he turned to look at you, finally noticing the sheer emotional devastation on your face. then, after a beat, he smirked.
"you jealous?"
you grabbed a pillow and swung.
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DT 01: Gym Encounters .ᐟ
EP 01 | "Babe, what would you do if a girl approached you at the gym?" ╰ feat. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge (JJK)
tags - mostly crack, bit of fluff, tiktok trend, established relationship, playfully toxic just for the humor, slightly suggestive in nanami/hiromi/geto 's part, sukuna is violent what do you expect
MEGA MASTERLIST
DOING TRENDS MASTERLIST
"What would I do?"
"Yeah." You don't give him a chance to prepare as you go into character, pretending to be another girl trying to shoot her shot at him at the gym. It was only then he realized he was being roped into more of your silliness.
What was he going to do now?
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— Does everything wrong -> Toji (sus...) & Yuji (genuine lol)
He was always down to humor your antics, especially this one as it piqued his interest. His enthusiasm made you happy. But you should have known that happiness would be shortlived.
There was a smile already plastered on his face before you even approached. Although, you chalked it up to him anticipating the scenario and not ACTUALLY smiling at a random gym girl coming at him... because why? Just why?
"Heyyy," you drawl out. "Would you mind being my spotter for a bit? I'm trying out a new PR for my squats."
Of course. It had to be squats. To be fair, the right answer here, regardless of the exercise, was to say n—
"Sure."
What.
"Excuse me. What?" you say out loud.
He shrugged and simply repeated his words. "Sure. I can help you out. PR you say? That's great. Hitting your gym goals and whatnot."
Eyes were narrowed and fists were clenched. He doesn't even look like he was second guessing himself. You weren't in the mood to even continue at this point.
"Game's over. You failed by the way."
A look of genuine shock crossed his face as if he didn't just happily entertain this hypothetical gym girl. "What? How? I was so nice though?"
"That's the point!"
Dumbfounded, he tried tracing back his actions, figuring out what he did wrong. "Isn't being gentlemanly the point here?"
This time, it was you who was dumbfounded. "You... you thought... you thought this was a test to see how gentlemanly you were?"
How even...
He nodded, hoping that his nobleness would somehow change your mind. He's lucky you're feeling kind today. He might need to redeem himself another time though...
— Absolutely won the trend -> Nanami, Hiromi, Geto
He was a bit reluctant to do it at first—not because he wasn't willing to participate in your fun—in fact, he was always ready to do his best if you asked him of anything.
It's just that he doesn't find himself to be a convincing actor, even in this kind of situation.
"It's okay," you reassure him, "just act how you would if some random girl flirted with you at the gym."
He gave you an uneasy smile. "Alright... if it makes you happy, sweetheart."
Glad that he finally agreed, you put on your best flirty girl impression and walked over to him. You could still see the hesitance on his face, but you thought it was a bit funny.
"Hey there," you say, smiling. "I'm looking to improve myself... I'm sure a good looking guy like you would have some tips hm?"
A beat of silence passes before he laughs awkwardly, probably stalling to give himself some time. "I don't know about that. I'm not exactly a coach or anything."
The fact that he even responded made your eye twitch and your eyebrow raise. "Oh that's alright," you say sweetly. "I bet a even a professional pales in comparison with a body like tha—"
He immediately crosses his arms as if to conceal the goods—err... his massive pecs, rather. He offers a smile. But it wasn't at all friendly. There was a menacing edge to it—a cautionary smile, if you will.
"If you're really looking to improve your appearance then maybe you should ask my beautiful girlfriend instead. I'm sure her experiences will align better with yours, will it not?"
Your eyes widen for a second at his unexpected response. He managed to turn the girl down while boasting about you. Talk about hitting two birds with one stone.
You let out a low whistle in response. "Nice response. I liked that."
He lets out a breath he'd been holding in for a while, playfully clutching his chest in relief. "For a moment I thought I had failed."
"Failed? Baby you earned yourself a fun night tonight."
"Oh? Oh."
— Ignorance is bliss -> Megumi, Yuta, Inumaki
He goes quiet after you assume the role of another girl—one who has the guts to approach a guy like him who CLEARLY wants nothing to do with anyone else at the gym. There's a look in his eyes that's telling you, "I don't want to be bothered right now."
That earns him more points in your book, of course.
"A guy like you must know his way around the gym eh?"
No response. Well, if him turning his back is counted as a response, then that's just about it.
"What? You shy or something?"
Still nothing.
"Yoo hoo~ I'm talking to you?"
Not a word escapes him. Instead, he begins walking away. A goofy smile spreads across your face at his actions, proud that your boyfriend passed with flying colors.
But being the menace that you are—you decide to pester him more. It's not everyday you get to pretend to be some random girl trying to flirt with him.
You quickly follow behind him. "Aw c'mon don't be like that. I'm just trying to be friendly." You reach out to grab his arm but he quickly turns around with a condescending expression.
"Back off. My girlfriend's scary."
Instantly, you let go of his arm and it drops down to his side. "Seriously? Me? Why not say that you're the scary one?"
"Did I lie though?"
...
"Okay. Fair enough. You passed though!"
He sighs. He's sure he's going to have a head full of white hair at an early age...
BONUS (Inumaki): You prompt him to whip his face towards you as you grab his forearm. With practiced speed, he pulls his high collar down to reveal his mouth adorned with his cursed markings.
"Leave me alone," he mutters. Any louder and the effects would have been stronger. Obviously, it was still you that was playing pretend with him, but he needed to prove a point.
Your arm forcibly lets him go and your body turns the opposite on its own, beginning to walk away.
"This is kinda freaky," you said. "But good job!"
— Exaggerated but eh... guess it works -> Gojo & Choso
You muster up the best flirty expression you can and began approaching him. But before you could get any closer, he held out his hand to stop you.
"I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"
A look of confusion crosses your face—amused by his exaggerated reaction. "I haven't even said anything?"
"I know a temptress when I see one. Just so you know—a temptress is nothing compared to a goddess," he exclaims. "The goddess being my girlfriend, by the way," he explains before clearing his throat. He was so into it that even his voice had a different lilt to it.
Throughout that entire exchange, he kept his arm up, still stopping you in your place. Even the expression on his face was overstated. It was kind of... adorable in a strange way.
"You're just saying that because you know the context of the situation."
He shakes his head. "Nothing you say will change my mind."
"I'm not even pretending to be another girl anymore..."
"That's what a temptress would say!"
You held your hands up in defeat, offering him a lopsided smile. "Goddamn, okay, you win the trend. Jeez... you can stop pretending now..."
With that, his usual relaxed expression returns before he wraps you in a suffocating bear hug.
— You cannot post this to the internet... -> SUKUNA
As soon as you began walking towards him, hips swaying at every step—he stood up, towering over you.
His aura filled the atmosphere. You were only playing pretend, but somehow he was radiating intimidation like it was the real thing—like a woman was actually approaching him and disturbing his gym time.
"Hey, big boy, care to be my spotter?"
He scoffed, crossing his arms, clearly flexing them for the added effect. "Come any closer and the last thing you'll be spotting is my fist heading towards your face."
"PAUSE." Your jaw almost fell to the floor. This was all for shits and giggles, but knowing him, he might actually do that. "You know that a girl is approaching you, right?"
"Yes. And?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'AND'?" Obviously, you weren't pretending anymore at this point. You were expecting him to simply ignore or maybe tell you to, "fuck off," but not downright ASSAULT.
"You asked me what I would do and I did. What else do you want from me, woman?"
He rendered you speechless. "Right... guess you did."
A deep sigh escapes you. This trend wasn't for him. But hey, at least you don't have to worry about him doing anything shady with flirty women at the gym...
©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms
╰ author's note I really like this idea like I'm so swag for this, right... pls validate me or I will cry
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#toji x reader#sukuna x reader#nanami x reader#gojo satoru#sukuna ryomen#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk crack#toji fushiguro#nanami kento#choso x reader#yuta x reader#megumi x reader#mksu.works#mksu.doing trends
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WHATEVER HAPPENS IN MONACO, STAYS IN MONACO! ☆ WILLNE.



wc: 1k+
content: 18+! entrepreneur!willne, cursing, dry humping (if you squint), hot monaco yacht sex
a/n: hello! long time lurker, new fic writer for ukyt. i've not seen anyone really dabble into AUs and thought id give it a shot after seeing willne on that yacht in monaco 😵💫. hope u enjoy <3
the sun was hot as you lounged lazily on will's yacht, head resting gently against his shoulder as your hand grazed his pecs over the top of his linen shirt.
will sighed, a glass of champagne idly held in his hand as his spare arm rested on the armrest beside him, humming contently to himself as he soaked up the monaco warmth, limbs relaxed as the gentle whir of the neighbouring yachts on the harbour created a gentle ambience for the both of you.
"so," you began timidly, fingertips coming to a slow halt on his shirt, looking up towards his covered eyes,"what do you actually do for a living?"
the question was innocent enough. you were only visiting monaco during the grand prix weekend, not expecting to be swept off of your feet by some random guy (a very hot guy, you might add) with a mega yacht.
a small smile formed on will's lips as his large, ringed hand now rested absentmindedly on your thigh, the softness of his palm mixed with the coolness of the metal wrapped around his fingers causing a tingle of heat to rush down your spine, a small hitch in your breath now evident.
"me?" he spoke almost mockingly, glancing at you over the frames of his sunglasses as he tilted his head lazily downwards to meet your wide, doey eyed gaze."i'm a business owner, darling," his british accent thick as he took a small sip of the champagne still in his hand, before placing it on the table, focusing his gaze lazily on you again.
you opened your mouth to speak but his lifted a finger towards your lips before you could interrogate him even more,"but don't worry too much about the minor details. i'd say i'm pretty well off with this yacht, don't you think?"
your breath hitched in that moment, his finger was rough against your painted and plump lips as you adjusted your weight on the seat, just enough so you were sitting upwards, thigh brushing against will's dress trousers again.
"mmm," you hummed yourself, tilting your head to the side before flashing a little grin."i suppose you're right," you mumbled again, nimble fingers finding his loose collar again,"though it is an honour to have the pleasure of sharing it with you, mystery yacht guy," you giggled, teasing him.
"mystery yacht guy, huh? is that all i am to you?" will asked, eyebrow raised yet his smile was humorous."i invite you to spend the race weekend with me and i'm repaid with being named 'mystery yacht guy'? you've got some nerve i'll tell you that, darling," he mumbled, front now brushing yours as his thumb now toyed with your inner thigh, causing a short gasp to escape your lips.
"have i?" you asked ever so innocently, batting your eyelashes gently. "maybe you should teach me some manners then, mystery yacht guy," you said with a cheeky glimmer in your eye, knowing that the nickname would irk him, a little smile formed on your lips as you did so.
he chuckled again. this time there was an acceptance of the challenge mixed in with it, as his nose grazed your own. "you need to stop playing with fire, honey," he warned lowly, hot breath fanning onto your lips as your fingers curled tighter into his linen collar.
smiling, you whispered,"make me," onto his lips before something snapped inside of will. his lips crashed onto yours without warning, large hands wrapping around your body, one snaking into your hair as his calloused fingers raked through the silken locks, causing you to moan into his mouth.
you tugged on his collar as will nipped at your bottom lip, demanding his tongue to enter your mouth which you happily obliged. pushing yourself onto his lap, will's tongue wrapped around your own, fighting for dominance as your low moans and gasps began to mingle together, dying in one and other's mouths.
your hands trailed down to will's buttons on his shirt, practically ripping them open before trailing your fingertips across his bare chest. his hands crawled down to your skimpy dress straps, slapping them against your skin, causing you to shudder whilst your lips continued to crash on each other's together.
"need you," you whispered breathlessly as you two finally broke off from each other for a brief moment. will's hands found the curves of your hips, holding you steady on his lap as he smiled lazily at you, chest heaving slightly.
"where, baby?" he asked, tracing a finger over the curve of your lips, smudging the remnants of your lipstick even more messily. "use your words. tell me where," will commanded gently.
you gripped his wrist which was the hand tracing your lips, dragging it down to your thighs. you angled it over your panties, making him feel the wet patch formed by the heat burning in your core,"there," you croaked, "i want you to touch me there."
"such a mess already," he mumbled before rubbing the wet patch slowly. your breath hitched as he grazed over your clothed clit, playing with your clothed cunt like it was natural.
your fingernails sunk into his now bare shoulders after he'd finally discarded his linen shirt, allowing his chains to glisten in the sun."fuck," you breathed, rolling your hips against his fingers,"just like that."
"yeah? you like that, baby?" he asked, met with a whimper of confirmation and a nod from you as his thumb found your clit again, now rubbing the sensitive ball of nerves around. you shuddered in response, hips stuttering as you let out a string of breathy gasps.
with every roll of your hips against his hand, you felt yourself coming closer to the edge. will's spare hand held onto your waist to stable yourself against him, whilst your moans became shaky and louder. "gonna come," you whined, eyes now shut as you let the adrenaline surge through your veins, body now hot.
"then come, baby," will spoke softly, pressing an encouraging kiss to your temple. "no-one's stopping you. come for me," he commanded into your ear, kissing a line of hot kisses down your neck for a moment.
with one final roll of your hips, your orgasm hit you like a wave. your fingernails clawed into will's shoulders, back arching as you came, rubbing yourself erratically over his fingers whilst you rode out your high, soaking your underwear as a string of moans fell from your lips.
as you came down from your high, he felt over your wet underwear, as he slowly removed his hand from the inside of your thigh.
"oh darling, you're soaked." will tutted, thumbs hooking underneath the elastic of your knickers, "let's get you out of these," he spoke thickly, helping you get out of them, leaving them discarded on the floor.
after that, you nuzzled back into will's side, kissing his neck sweetly with a satisfied smile. "thank you," you whispered contently, allowing will to wrap a comforting arm around you.
will smirked. "you're welcome, beautiful," he spoke softly, brushing some hairs out of your face with this thumb ever so tenderly.
after a moment of silence, you spoke up again, body curling against his even more. "but because we just did that surely i should get to know your name?" you murmured against his neck. "it's only fair, right?" you asked sweetly, eyes flicking back up to his covered ones.
will laughed in response, looking down at you before lowering his head to your forehead, giving you a little peck. "i suppose you're right, love," he murmured lowly after, looking down at you with a smug smile.
"but to answer your question, it's will," he spoke so smoothly, his geordie accent seeping through each syllable. "and now we've got that out of the way, let me kiss you again. i'm not done with you yet," he smiled as his lips crashed onto yours, pushing you down onto the couch gently before getting on top of you for a lazy afternoon of love making. <3
#willne#willne imagine#willne smut#willne x reader#willne x fem!reader#will lenney#will lenney x reader#will lenney x fem!reader#willne fluff#will lenney fluff
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Look at these absolutely insane pecs. Truly unreal.
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Hey, so I just downloaded InstaJock, and for some reason, my pecs and especially my nipples have been feeling really sensitive lately. My hair’s been greying, and I have a strong urge to “feed the youth…” any idea what’s going on?
So you used InstaJock, an app that is supposed to change you into a jock instantly, but the change wasn’t instant, and now your hair is gray and you have an urge to… breastfeed? I’ll admit, out of the many, many weird things that happen involving that app, this might be the weirdest. Just to be clear, I’m not kink shaming. Pecs are my favorite muscle group myself, and I’d be lying if I didn’t find the concept of ‘muscle tits’ hot as fuck. What shocks me is that the guy who's been messing around with InstaJock is getting so… daring! Most people in the TF community wouldn’t dream of messing around with InstaJock, since it and the guy who created it are so dangerous, but whoever has been using it to mess with people seems to be exclusively using it. My best guess is that either they’re someone who worked on the app and still has access to it, or that they specifically want to mess around with The Master, or… both. That doesn’t leave a lot of people. I looked into the programmers, but that lead went nowhere, so I’m moving onto people who are personal enemies of The Master. Hopefully I’ll have some concrete answers soon. But for now, let's get back to you.
From what you’ve described, I’m pretty sure that you’re transforming into a very specific kink. I could probably find a better way to say this, but I’ll just call it what it is: you’re turning into a muscle Daddy with milky mega muscle tits. If you think my word choice was a little crass and kinky, then I should remind you that everything about this is kinky. I mean, the main focus of my work is men being turned into dumb jocks, what were you expecting to see? But I'm getting off track again, and you probably want the specifics of what is happening to you. The physical transformation is, surprisingly, the most simple part of what's happening. You’re becoming a classic Muscle Daddy, with slightly thinning salt and pepper hair, a respectable amount of body hair, and thick manly muscles that will have bubble butted twinks drooling over you. The only big difference between you and a classic Muscle Daddy is, while, your pecs. Or I suppose I could call them your tits, since that's what they are. They’re bigger and beefier than any pecs have any right to be after all, and with how they keep leaking milk, tits is the best word for them. Normally you’d probably be embarrassed if someone called your pecs titties, but for some reason the word itself seems to make you shiver with pleasure. Which brings me to the more complicated part: your mental changes. You’ve already experienced the beginning of your mental changes, your strange urge to ‘feed the youth.’ I’m afraid to say that that urge you mentioned, that strong desire that is already digging its way into your every thoughts? It’s only going to get stronger and stronger. It’s going to worm itself into your mind and fill every thought, until it gets so overwhelming that it's all you can think about, and it will only fade once you’ve found some unsuspecting, kinky twink to drink your titty milk.
That brings me to the most complicated aspect of your transformation. It's contagious. Anyone who drinks your tit milk will slowly transform into a pec obsessed muscle daddy, just like you. The good news is that after you’ve transformed someone you’ll start thinking properly, at least for a little while. But it won’t be long before both you and your latest victim are on the prowl for another man to convert. In a few months your group will have grown exponentially. However, there is some good news. While you will eventually become overwhelmed by your desirees, there is a way to calm them, and put off transforming anyone as long as you can. By milking your pecs, you’ll be able to relieve some of the pressure. Just make sure you dispose of your milk properly. And don’t drink it if you can. That could have some… unexpected consequences.

**I'll admit, this one is a little out there, but I enjoyed writing it! Muscle Tits are hot.**
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Now Im not saying im mega horny for Soap
But Neil Ellice deserves sexiest man of the year
And I know John ‘Soap’ MacTavish is a fucking stallion. He walks like its heavy.
Like the way I am basically a germaphobe when it comes to penis - my partner and I actively work to keep everything clean
But like I could be defiled by his sweaty, hairy Scottish dick and say thank you. Maybe even beg for more.
Im sure as sure as I am of the sun, moon, and stars that it is thick. Im talking about THICK. Im talking about 6.5 inches and a delicious stretch he knows to prepare people for. The kind to make you ask “who horse is that?”
His sweet leaky pink tip is the kind to drool and beg for affection from you when you see it.
His coarse dark hair is pretty thick around the base but he does have a decent happy trail. The kind that just create that delicate friction that just adds the smallest bit more to the overall experience.
I’d lick his abs, kiss his pecs, and nibble his biceps.
No full on bites. I dont want to hurt him.
Dont get me started on Captain MacTavish.
*does little cross over my chest with my hands*
The way his beefy muscles are glazed over with that soft layer of fat?
His thick, hairy body? Deep gravely voice? His accent?
FOLD👏ME👏PLEASE👏
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Formal V-Neck Sweater
I felt inspired to make a maxis-match version of this sweater.
I used ModishKitten's reindeer sweater as a base, then I added the tucked in part and the rolled up sleeves from these sweaters by Shokoninio. Oh, and I also made it fit tighter and added some shading to highlight the pecs... because... well... 😌
Details:
fully recolourable, has 2 presets for 4x4 and 8x8 pattern tiling, looks great with fabric patterns, reminds me of an expensive merino wool sweater you could get from a boutique darling
low poly count: about 3000 poly
Credits:
ModishKitten for the sweater mesh and textures
Shokoninio for the sweater mesh and textures
Chopped up and stitched together by me
Download: simfileshare / mega
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Could you turn me into a fat bear of a man any way you want
Course I can. Kiss your youth goodbye. Your body begins to bulk up immediately as the button your shirt begin to pop off one by one. Your pecs filling out into some meaty heft while they sag slightly. Hair begins to grow out of every inch of your body. Arms, chest, stomach, and back are quickly co eres while a thick beard grows across your Dryden face as a double shin forms. The buttons on your shit give way as your gut pops forward forcefully. Rounding out and becoming rock solid. You shorts sag under the new weight as your balls get larger and sag more while your members grows thick and slightly longer to 8 inches long. Your hair begins to call out of your head while your feet grow wide as veins begin to pop out of them. Your vision shifts and becomes blurry while a pair of glasses forms on your face. Your transformation is complete when you look in the mirror and see an old fat bear of a man. You put your hands under your hairy gut and cradle it. It aches for food. Solid and heavy and not a chance in this world it’s going to be shrinking. You stagger to the kitchen on your an arching knees and struggle to read the nutrition shake. In your age you’ve been encouraged to lose the weight. And you e been trying but you can’t seems to figure out why you just keep gaining. You don’t even know that the shakes you’re drinking to lose weight is actually a mega bulking drink forcing you to get bigger. Sometimes it’s hard to read with blurry vision.
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I use Bing to make my pics. Go to Bing’s website, click images, click create. Make an account if you need to, it’s worth it. You can use a throwaway email. Use naturalistic language, separate phrases by commas, the closer to the top a phrase is the more it’s weighted.
I make this post because I get the strong sense the Bing party will be over soon. Every day the AI cottons on to phrases and chokes on things you used to be able to sneak past. Stuff that was safe and useful a day or two ago now result in a dreaded Prompt Blocked (too many of those and you’ll get suspended, it hasn’t happened to me but it seems the threshold is low).

Safe prompts return four images. Fewer than four mean the missing ones were “not safe.” A prompt that processes but gives no results, or “egg dogs” is not too much of a cause for worry - retool, try again. Sometimes I don’t even change anything, and the one result I get on the second try is such a freakshow that it was worth it.
A prompt that is rejected without processing IS a worry and you should probably abort, as explained. However, keep in mind it’s not just sexy stuff that can trip that wire. I once got a harsh warning because I put “Phoenix park, Dublin.” I deleted that and it ran no problem. Avoid any and all political controversy (sigh. I know).
Recommendations:
Using age, profession, and nationality can influence the look of the model very easily. “French rugby player” is a go to for me, for example. In general, “rugby player” is cheat code for “make him sexy.” The mind of the machine, what can I say.
Use descriptive phrases of action and location to engineer what you want to see. Be creative and be specific. “Reading a placard at a botanical garden,” for instance. It seems this allows more extreme kinky stuff to sneak past the filter. I usually start with “side view” because otherwise you only ever get models looking straight ahead.
Grey sweat pants has become a trigger (they caught on). However, “gray pants” still works and gives some very tasty results.
High social cache locations and activities also seem to help. I got some WILD and EXTREME hyper images from adding “goofing around on stage at Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre.” Paired with “cast as a fairy in A Midsummer Night’s Dream” and the mega bubble butts and thick thighs were BULGING, as long as you didn’t mind a little tutu and fairy wings (the corny goofy masculine dude having fun facial expression that the earlier inclusion of “goofy” brought really worked in this instance). Most of these freaks were NAKED and I didn’t even ask for that!!! (No dong of course, this is Microsoft still)

Mention of glutes, butts, asses, etc are very dangerous and usually get you in trouble. I found some traction with “gluteal mass” but it got wise, and “bulging lower back muscles” used to be interpreted as glutes but seemingly no longer. “Disturbingly huge hamstrings” or “jaw-droppingly large hamstrings” does work to get That Ass sometimes, I guess because the computer has a fuzzy idea of the posterior chain.
Also, “pecs” used to be safe but is now also on the danger list. “Pectoral muscles” still seems safe, for now.
ALWAYS include shoes or footwear if you don’t want a tight cropped image. Black athletic shoes, sandals, converse sneakers, dress shoes, fluevog shoes if you’re making a fancy beef heap. Avoid boots. “Leather boots” once got me in trouble with the filter all by itself.
Adding a personality or mood descriptor near the top seems to humanize and give vitality to the outcome. Intense, goofy, outgoing, exuberant, shy - these have all done wonderful work for me.
If you’re into hyper / immobile muscle, imagining scenario where they’re constricted by space is useful. A prompt which just (“just”) gives a realistic super heavyweight will give an appalling mockery of the human form if you add “crammed into the front seat of his car.” Get creative. Elevators and doorways haven’t worked well, but cars, trains, planes, busses, subways, and CHAIRS of all descriptions have done well. Also, scooters and bicycles and mopeds really bring out the super freaks for whatever reason.
I write this to encourage you to go create some fleshcrafted sexy abominations of your own while it’s still possible. My sense is this party is only going to last a little while. I’ve already got more than 1000 images to share so, my larder is stocked to supply this blog for a while. But the more freaks we make while the freak factory is still in production, the better.
Get cooking!

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the dichotomy of enjoying media is that sometimes you comment on themes and how slight lighting changes can help develop them and sometimes you just go "Curt Mega's pecs look huge in that t-tunic"
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