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[imjustafannn]

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[imjustafannn]

𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒍 ❦ (1k Event)

Build your dream boy like a candy mix — pick your treat, then dress it up with sweet shop extras!

Congratulations — you've just stepped into the dreamiest, pinkest, sweetest little candy parlor in town. The shelves are lined with treats, the jars are full of temptation, and behind the counter? Just me, ready to wrap up your order with a wink and a ribbon.

This event is all about you building your own Candy Boy Batch — a sugary little combo of your favorite boy and the extras you want to sample. Some combos are soft and syrupy, others are sticky and sinful. The flavor’s your choice.

❗This is an NSFW series. No minors peeking into the candy jars, thank you. This parlor serves grown-ups only.

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🛒 HOW TO SHOP THE SHELVES:

You’ll be placing a candy order that’s short, spicy, and custom-made. These aren’t full scenarios — they’re like pulling a wrapped sweet from the jar: quick, satisfying, and made just for you. If you want a bigger treat, there’s a way for that too (keep reading).

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🍭 STEP 1: PICK YOUR CANDY BOY

Choose one flavor from the Candy Boy Menu — each member of SKZ is represented as a candy type with their own energy. Gummy bears, lollipops, ring pops, licorice twists… they’re all ready to be sampled. (List is in the main event post!)

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🍓 STEP 2: PICK TWO ADD-ONS

Head over to the Candy Shop Add-Ons Menu and pick up to two prompts to go with your boy. These help shape your little treat — they might focus on his favorite aftercare, his secret kinks, how he gets needy, or how he sounds when he moans. You know, the good stuff.

🛑 Please only pick one candy boy + two add-ons per ask.

💡 If you want more later, you’re always welcome to come back for seconds!

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🍬 BONUS OPTION: ASK FOR TWO SCOOPS

If you'd like a longer, more detailed version of your order — something with a little extra syrup and sparkle — just let me know you're asking for “two scoops instead of one.” I’ll stretch out the treat with more buildup, flavor, and detail (still a short response, just extra loaded).

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📦 A FEW QUICK REMINDERS:

These are NSFW. Spicy, steamy, and sometimes soft, but not for the underage crowd.

All responses will be short and sweet — they’re fun samples, not full stories.

If someone already ordered your exact combo, I’ll link you to that treat instead of making a repeat batch.

Want a variation on something I’ve already written? Just say so — I’m happy to remix it!

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That's it, hon! Now go on — take a look around, see what catches your eye, and send your order through my inbox. I’ll be here behind the counter with my pen and a smile, ready to bag up your perfect little treat 🍭

With sugar and spice, lov3lycosmos 💕

💖 Candy Boys (Pick Your Flavor!)

Cherry Licorice Twist — Bang Chan: Smooth, wrapped tight, makes you want to chew on him

Chocolate-Covered Marshmallow — Lee Minho: Luxe, soft inside, dark and decadent on the outside

Gummy Bear — Changbin: Soft, thick, squeezable, and so so addicting

Blue Raspberry Ring Pop — Hyunjin: Flirty, glittery, and designed to be worn (and licked)

Pink Heart Lollipop — Han Jisung: Giggly, romantic, melts on your tongue

Bubblegum Jawbreaker — Lee Felix: Layered sweet, giggles, and surprise flavor bursts

Mint Candy Button Sheet — Seungmin: Precise, lowkey sweet, leaves a cool tingle

Rainbow Sour Strip — Jeongin: Sour-sweet energy, playful and instantly energizing

🍭 Candy Shop Add-Ons (Pick 2)

Candy Wrappers — What he’s like when he undresses you

Syrup Station — His favorite way to taste you

Glass Jar — What secret he keeps just for you (kinks, soft thoughts, fantasies)

Taffy Pull — His biggest turn-on (sexual or not)

Sweet Samples — A place he wants to try something risky

Flavor Shot — What he says that makes your knees go weak

Counter Bell — How he gets your attention when he’s needy

Prize Ticket — His idea of a perfect night with you (spicy or sweet)

Candy Scoop Bin — What he wants to do when you’re teasing him too much

📝 Example Request:

🍬 Candy Boy: Gummy Bear (Changbin)

🍭 Add-Ons: Syrup Station, Counter Bell, Sticker Machine

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[imjustafannn]

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

[imjustafannn]

before you and nanami started dating, you thought you had him all figured out.

quiet. composed. polite to a fault. the kind of man who holds the door open for strangers and tips too well. the kind of man who never interrupts, never forgets birthdays, never texts past ten unless it’s an emergency.

you thought you knew what kind of lover he’d be. careful. respectful. maybe even a little restrained.

you were so wrong.

because nanami kento is the definition of “gentleman in the streets and freak in the sheets.” not the loud kind. not the messy, aggressive kind. he doesn’t degrade. doesn’t spit unless you ask. doesn’t choke unless you beg. and even then, he makes you say please.

but he knows how to ruin you. with quiet control. with devastating precision.

he learns you like a language. reads you like scripture. he notices the smallest things. the shift in your breathing when his hand rests on your thigh, the way your hips tilt slightly when you want more. he catalogs it all. stores it away. and when you’re under him, you feel it. every inch of that studied, focused attention.

he fucks like he’s solving a problem he already knows the answer to. his fingers are experts. his mouth is lethal.

and the worst part? he says the filthiest things in the gentlest tone, like he’s giving a lecture. like it’s all just matter-of-fact.

“you’re soaking,” he’ll murmur, two fingers teasing your entrance. “i’ve barely touched you.”

“there it is,” he’ll say when he finds that spot inside you, the one that makes your back arch and your thighs tremble. “i thought so.” “you can take more, can’t you? i know you can.”

he never loses composure. he doesn’t need to. he’s in control, always. he’ll have you shaking, begging, gripping the sheets like you’re drowning, and he’ll still be fully clothed, sleeves rolled up, watch ticking on his wrist.

he praises you like it’s a prayer. “good girl. just like that.” “you’re being so patient for me.” “look at you. you’re so gorgeous when you fall apart.”

and when he finally fucks you, it’s deep and slow and ruthless in its restraint. like he’s savoring every drag, every clench, every sound you make. he doesn’t just chase his own pleasure. he chases yours. insists on it. he’ll edge you until you’re crying, then kiss the tears from your cheeks and ask, softly, “do you want to cum now?” as if he hasn’t earned the right to decide for you. as if it’s still your choice.

he’ll hold your face in one hand while he pushes into you, thumb resting at your jaw. not to grip. not to control. just to feel you. to anchor you.

you’ve never been so exposed. so undone. and he never rushes. never gets sloppy. even when he’s close, even when he’s quiet and tense and thrusting just a little harder, a little deeper. he still holds your gaze. still whispers, “breathe.” “you’re okay.” “i’ve got you.”

and when it’s over, when you’re limp and dazed and boneless beneath him, he pulls you into his chest and strokes your spine like you’re something delicate. something treasured. he doesn’t gloat. doesn’t tease. he just kisses your forehead and says, “you needed that.” like he planned it. like he’s known for days.

you thought you knew him. but the truth is, nanami’s the kind of man who thanks you after eating you out for half an hour, who ruins you with his hands and then helps you into the shower. he’ll say “may i?” like he’s asking permission to wreck your entire evening. and when you say yes, he will. completely. beautifully. quietly.a freak. but always polite. always in control. always him.

[imjustafannn]

omg your armin college au was so good! i would love to see a part 2!

♡ part 1. warnings: 18+ content, smut mdni, oral sex (f. receiving), soft dom armin, connie cockblocking, ends before orgasm. reader discretion is advised. nsfw under the cut. not proofread.

Armin Arlert College AU ♡

The door shut with a loud slam, and the loud music and people's chatters outside became a distant, thumping heartbeat. The bright of hallway light leaked through the door frame, not enough to see clearly— but enough to feel everything.

His breath hitched as he took a small step backward, bumping into a stack of shoes on the floor. You heard him mutter something under his breath. He was flustered.

You didn’t move.

He stayed pressed near the opposite wall, as far from you as the closet allowed— shoulders stiff, posture closed off, as if even the sound of your breathing might shatter his balance. His hands were shoved into the front pocket of his jeans, fists clenched.

He wasn’t looking at you. Mmm, yeah not really.

And then there was the way his blue eyes flickered to you and away again like you were a fluorescent light that burned too bright. That was cute. His little glances. And the way his cheeks flushed bright red.

But you didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned back against the wall, letting the quiet stretch long enough for him to get uncomfortable in it.

Eventually, he cracked.

“I, um... I didn’t think it would land on me,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “The bottle. I mean.”

You raised a brow. “Is that a bad thing?”

He let out a dry, awkward laugh before frantically shaking his head. “No— no. Not that. I just... I wasn’t really expecting—”

“Me?”

He hesitated before nodding. “...yeah.”

You let a small smile grace your lips. “That’s fair. I wasn’t expecting you, either.”

He looked at you fully this time. There was a split-second delay, then a thoughtful sort of look settled over his face.

“You’re different,” he muttered, “From everyone here.”

Your gaze softened upon meeting his solemn blue eyes before tilting your head to the side. “Different how?”

He was silent for a few seconds, but he answered thoughtfully. “You carry yourself like you don’t owe anyone your time.”

Your eyes widened a little, eyelashes fluttering as you blinked, surprised at how accurate that was.

Armin stammered, the warmth creeping up the tips of his ears. “And I don’t mean that in a bad way!" he stuttered, "I just— when you confidently walked in at the start of the semester, when people started giving attention to the new pretty girl who transferred out from her east coast academy to this public university, I thought... yeah, she's too good for this, she’s not gonna give a shit about any of it. The parties. The chaos.”

You listened before shrugging without giving much though. “Well, it’s not that I don’t give a shit. It’s just... different. From what I'm used to, I mean.”

He nodded like he understood. And he probably did. There was something in his perceptive gaze that made you feel like he watched more than he ever said.

“I’ve been to a lot of parties,” you said. “But they were the kind with champagne and waitstaff. Dress codes. People name-dropping hedge funds instead of screaming lyrics and jumping on furniture.”

Armin cracked a dorky little smile at that. “So this is culture shock.”

“A bit.”

You both laughed quietly, more comfortable with each other now.

Then he let out a shaky exhale, like he was trying to say something without saying it.

“I don’t really fit in here either,” he mumbled with a quiet voice, biting the inside of his cheek. “Not really.” “You seem to be doing fine.” You reassured.

“Only because I have Eren.” he muttered. “He drags me to these things. I think he likes the idea of making me more... socially competent.”

You smirked. “Has it worked?”

Armin looked at you for a second, eyes trailing the delicate curve of your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. That didn't go unnoticed.

“No,” he admitted honestly. “Not even a little.”

That pulled out a hearty laugh from you, rosy cheeks lifting as you allowed yourself to smile genuinely.

He was still stiff though. Still holding back. You could feel it in the air, the way he kept shifting like he didn’t know what to do with the tension winding between you both.

So you said it plainly.

“You’re nervous.”

Armin swallowed, nodding his head yes. “Yeah. I am.”

You stepped a little closer.

“Why?”

His voice dropped just barely. “Because you’re... kind of a dream girl.”

You blinked.

He rushed to explain, waving his hands around. “Not in, like, a cliché way. I just mean— God, this sounds stupid— I mean, you’re smart, kind and beautiful. You’re always so calm. Always so prim and proper and elegant." He rambled on. "You don’t try to get people’s attention. Because you already have it. Without doing anything. That kind of thing just... doesn’t happen in real life, you know?”

Your lips parted slightly. It caught you off guard, the honesty in it. The transparency. It wasn’t just some throwaway party line— he meant it.

“You could’ve had anyone,” he added, voice quieter now as he tried to claim his racing heart. “...and I still don’t get how I’m the one standing here. With a girl like you.”

There was a pause.

Then you took one step closer — not much, just enough for him to hear the softness in your voice without it getting swallowed by the coats around you.

“I’m standing here because I want to.”

Armin blinked.

You let it sink in, let him feel the truth in it.

“And you don’t need to say the right thing,” you added, “Or act a certain way. Just be you. That’s enough.” A small little grin crept up your lips, placing a hand on his tense shoulder.

For a long second, he just stared at you with cheeks flushed with a bright red. Chest rising, lips slightly parted, eyes dark and overwhelmed.

Then—

“…Fuck it."

And then Armin Arlert—awkward, sweet, nervous Armin— reached for you. And then he kissed you. It was clumsy for half a second— teeth knocking a little. You moaned softly into his mouth as your back hit the wall, and his hands flew to your waist. You could feel how warm his palms were, trembling a little even as he held you.

His tongue licked into your mouth, hesitant at first, then deeper— and the second you felt the cool metal of his tongue piercing slide against yours, your knees buckled.

You whimpered before you could stop it from escaping your lips, slick with his and your saliva mixed.

He pulled back just enough to whisper, warm breath ghosting against your skin. “You like that?”

His voice had dipped lower. Still a little shy, but there was something else there now.

You nodded, dazed. “Yes.”

Then, silently, he dropped to his knees.

Your breath hitched. “Armin...”

“I want to,” he said, almost under his breath. “Please let me.”

His fingers were warm as they slid under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist gently— like he was unwrapping something sacred.

He was quiet the whole time.

Not because he didn’t want to say anything, but because he couldn’t.

Because it was his mouth that was too busy worshiping your body.

He kissed your thigh first. Then closer. Then right over your panties—just soft, tentative touches at first, like he was easing himself into it. You were already soaked, and when he noticed that, he exhaled slowly, like he couldn't believe it.

You braced yourself against the wall, breathing shallow.

He peeled your panties down slowly, taking his time. He didn’t say anything filthy. He didn’t need to. His reverence was loud enough.

His fingers reached your panties. He paused, looking up at you with half-lidded blue eyes in between your thighs.

“Can I take these off?” he asked.

Your breath hitched before reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, and you nodded. "Please."

Armin bit his lower lip, fingers hooking around the band of the lace and slid it down slowly down your legs, holding it in his hand for a moment before shoving it the back pocket of his jeans. At first, it was experimental. His tongue stroked carefully, as if reading your body’s language— where your thighs trembled, where your breath hitched. When you moaned quietly, his hands tightened around your thighs.

He didn’t talk much— barely muttered a thing. But every now and then, he made these soft, appreciative noises. A groan when your hips bucked. A sigh when you gasped his name.

The barbell of his tongue piercing caught your clit just right, a contrast of cold metal and soft warmth. That feeling. It had you bucking your hips into his face, body twitching and moaning his name. "Ar.. hng- minnnh..."

His tongue moved in slow circles, the coolness of the metal brushing your clit over and over, dragging filthy little sounds from you that you couldn’t keep in. You tried to stay quiet— but the way he flicked and sucked and moaned against your cunt… It was obscene. You tugged at his hair— gently at first, then harder when he licked harder, deeper, right against where you needed it most. Your moans were choked and desperate. Tears started to well up at the corner of your eyes. "Hngh.. ah! Please, p-please.." You didn't even know what the hell you were begging for.

And when he slid one hand up your stomach under your skirt, just enough to press gently to your lower belly and hold you still, it made your knees go weak. It made you see stars. It was so good. More than you expected. Better than you’d imagined from someone who couldn’t even make eye contact five minutes ago. Your thighs started to close around his head, and he didn't even try to hold them open. He never rushed. Just kept eating your pussy without a word. Your little, needy moans were music to his ears, it gave him assurance that he was doing you right.

And when he glanced up through his foggy thick rimmed glasses, pupils blown, lips slick with your juices— God.

You were going to come. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, grinding your hips into his face, back arching off the wall. "Arminnn.. o- ohhh— fuck!" You were right there—

BANG BANG BANG.

“SEVEN MINUTES IS UP YO!” Connie shouted, still banging on the door with an evil cackle. “If y'two weren’t sinning, then I don't know what the hell y'all were in there for seven whole damn minutes for!”

You whined.

Armin groaned against your pussy before pulling his head back, resting his forehead against your thigh. “Fuck me.”

You were breathing heavily— frustrated, overstimulated, aching and mourning your stolen orgasm.

He looked up at you.

His lips were slick. His chin was wet. His face was flushed, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, blue eyes wide with something much darker than the usual innocence.

You tried to regain your balance, reaching down to pull your skirt down, but Armin was already gently pulling it down and straightening your dress, eyes low, brows furrowed like he was pissed about being interrupted. But still sweet. Still Armin.

Armin stood up, adjusting his hoodie, fixing your hair for you like you hadn’t just nearly come all over his face. He pulled you close, kissed you slow like an apology. And you could taste yourself in his lips.

“You okay, Y/N?” he murmured apologetically.

You nodded with a gentle smile, wiping your juices off his lips and chin. “Yes, thank you, Armin.”

Then he nodded with a small grin and pulled away, already unlocking the door with a terrified expression on his face, as if dreading all the teasing and questions once you both came back out.

He was shy again. Nervous. Sweet.

But under it, something dangerous was flickering to life.

♡ a/n: umm chile... i just realized that armin still has reader's panties in the back pocket of his jeans. oopsies! should i use that as an excuse to make another part and they can continue where they left off here? hehe.

[imjustafannn]

Choso Kamo

1. gentle until he snaps

Choso starts soft. Hands shaking. Eyes wide. He asks, “Can I?” Like touching you is sacred. But once you moan his name? That switch flips. And then he’s fucking you like he’s never going to get the chance again.

2. obsessed with your pleasure

He wants to learn every inch of you. What makes you squirm. What makes you cry out. What makes your thighs shake. “Is this good?” he asks, breathless, desperate. “Tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

3. groans so pretty it hurts

Deep, needy, helpless sounds. He buries his face in your neck, panting your name like a prayer, hips stuttering and falling apart in your arms.

4. always makes love like it’s the last time

Every time feels like a goodbye. He’s so slow, so intense, holding your face like he might lose you. “Stay with me,” he whispers, like he’s scared you’ll vanish mid-thrust.

5. big strong arms, shy little heart

He lifts you like you weigh nothing. Holds you up, lays you down, cages you beneath him, but if you call him “handsome” while he’s inside you, he blushes. And then he fucks you harder.

6. face buried in your chest

Constantly. Between your breasts. Pressed against your skin. He wants to be close. Wants to hear your heartbeat. He’ll fuck you slow while whispering, “You feel like home.”

7. adoring to the point of delirium

He treats your body like something divine. Kisses every stretch mark, worships your softness, mouths at your thighs like he’s starving. “You’re beautiful,” he moans. “You’re everything.”

8. loses control when you beg

You say “please,” and he snaps. The thrusts get rougher, the grip tighter, his mouth messier. “You want it that badly?” he pants. “I’ll give you everything.”

9. cries when he finishes

Just a little. He trembles in your arms, tears spilling while he’s still inside you, overwhelmed and wrecked. “I love you,” he whispers, over and over, as you hold him.

10. aftercare that makes you sob

Hot bath. Warm towel. He brushes your hair. Feeds you water and chocolate. Presses kisses to your forehead while you lay on his chest. “I’ll protect you forever,” he promises. He means it.

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[imjustafannn]

RAW-MANCE!

Synopsis. First time he can’t pull out = first time he’s losing his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, not pulling out, FÉRAL men, creampíes, heats (Choso), knots, squírting, running from it, he’s BIG, matíng presses, making it fit, true form Sukuna, dp, ínnapropríate use of jujutsu, cúmplay, overstím, jealousy (Nanami’s side), they get REALLY pússydrúnk, pull out game WEAK, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. AIpha Tony just started her shark week, F

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Tight fit!

“Toji, why are you so big- oh.”

Your tear-glazed eyes scrunch closed at the force of one of his roughened palms pressing down on your tummy. Jade eyes widening, gruff breath hitching- “C-can feel myself from the outside, doll.” 

Voice breathy like even he couldn’t believe it. 

He’s hypnotized. That bumpy bulge only makes him plug up more of your entrance with his red, weeping tip, he’s furiously pushing and pushing against that snug resistance from behind. “M’big, she’s tight.”

So feverishly hot, so stuffed- the only thing you can do is thrash your weakened legs against the dampening mattress, “I kn-know that- hck! But what if you’re too-”

“Too big?” Toji’s cutting you off with a roll of his dilated pupils, “Well duh- m’gonna make it fit, silly girl. The only problem will be…” Broad chest shuddering as one of his hands wrap ‘round his swollen hilt with a squelch! “-whether I’ll be able to pull out.”

And oh…he knew he was playing a dangerous game.

Because it was a joke- really, it was a joke to make your cute, split-slicked lips fall into his favorite lil’ ‘oh!’ 

But fuck- if the very second those thick, rasping words depart from his scarred lips, Toji’s chiseled body didn’t buck.

Without him planning it, without even realizing until a singular, sopping thrust rams his bulging inches into you thoroughly- the sudden warmth of your dewy insides making the hulking man gasp.

“Oh, fuck- oh, fuck.” Panting out a shocked breath, the edges of his raven lashes tickle his cheeks as he’s blinking them urgently. Trying to clear his vision, trying to clear his damn mind. “Yer sucking me up s-so much I can barely even move-”

Experimentally, he’s reeling backwards and watching as your maw sags further open. Your pretty gaze turning all cross-eyed and misty, “Oh please- ngh i-it feels so good, Toji.”

He didn’t even have to try. 

Simply massaging your gummy walls with the winding curves of his veins, they’re so damn thick that you can feel him scraping just below your g-spot. Filling out every tiny crevice and nook inside of you with his meaty cock. 

“Oh yeah? T-tight little thing ya are. Sooo fucking tight, mama.” Sinking the sharp points of his canines into his lower lip, Toji’s forced to cling into your hips with one hand in order to sensually ease himself in and out. 

Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing greedily, “O-oooone…” He’s babbling out, teasingly letting the plump ridge of his cockhead snag against your quivering hole. “Two- three…” Whilst you whimper, he’s hiking up one of his muscular legs to angle himself deeper - counting each inch he rummages inside you. “Four- and what’s that?”

“F-five!”

In and out - even the tiniest movements left you seeing stars already. “Seven-” The rounded cap of his mushroomy tip scouring your cunt open like a searchlight, all it takes is the cutest lil’ smooch near your g-spot to make you clench.

“There–!” You’re keening, fingers digging into the softness of your pillows as you gyrate your hips back primally. “So close- ngh- so close there, Toji.”

“E-eight- oh.” It feels so good that he’s losing count. Stuttering and heaving.

Your head’s so heavy and fuzzy whilst being pounded that you can barely even lift it up. Whimpering, it’s just about all you can do to gently swerve your hips downwards until you’re hitting Toji’s tensed core with a spank of your ass. 

Feeling so entirely full that your knees are buckling-

“No-” Just the slightest few centimeters forwards until Toji’s grip on your hips turns bruising, draaaagging you all the way back the distance you’d been driven forward. And more. “Nonono come back.”

Toji’s scratching the very globes of your ass cheeks with his dark happy trail, now damn near bottomed out and yet - it still wasn’t enough. He needed more more more- and he’s ready to plant one of his firm feet straight on top of your sweaty scalp to get you to hold still. 

Seething, saliva-glossed lips pulling back into a snarl– “E-easy there, doll. Yer pussy’s so damn filthy s’driving me craaaazy.” And you could tell, his sloppy cadence was ramming into you even faster, probin’ the button of your g-spot with his slimy tip. “Just a little more a- a little more n’ let me pull out.”

The tight press of his balls aching when you only squeeze around his length tighter, he’s melting on top of you.

Grunting, “Doll-” Bulging his swabbing girth, and you’re tightening so firmly that your trembly legs push together. “-m’serious.” Before he seriously loses whatever’s left of his sanity, that is.

So big that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to, body refusing to - your bawling pussy too heavenly.

Tighter. 

Tighter until his hoarse pleads stick clammily to your skin, “Let me pull out, mama–” The slightly broken crackle of his deep baritone was barely audible over the repeated squelch of his mazing cock. And oh- you’d made Toji’s voice break. “Let me pull out before I make a ngh- meeeess out of ya.”

Muffling something into the pillows-

He has to manually roam his foot off of your poor head, and you’re bolting up with a wettened pwah! of intaken breath. A puddle of saliva smearing down your lower face, “Want it inside, Tooooji.”

“I-inside?”

And before you know it, you’re being manhandled into a tough headlock by one of his swole arms, the muscles of Toji’s biceps dig into your neck, your throat, your pulse. 

“Tell that to my hah- face-” Grouchy gusts of words strike your features, and you’re mewling as you feel his honed teeth gnaw on your sensitive ear lobe. This angle just perfect for him to smack sultry half-thrusts that make you dizzy.

Babbling, “Want- want it.” Keeping your body hostage even tighter.

Almost as if he was begging you to say otherwise, he’s giving you a taste of your own medicine and it makes your mouth flood with humid drool. Slobbering a slick sheen down the side of his vein-covered forearm, “Please, Toji…don’t pull out.”

“Don’t p-pull out.” Comes his echoing repetition, breathless. Shocked, gone at the very notion that he’s falling back on his knees ever-so-slightly - still unstopping with his cadence. In fact, going even harder. “I-if we make Megs a big brother then s’y-your fault- fuck!”

And Toji knew he was playing dangerously, he knew he could feel the feral twitch of his rock-hard length burying deeply against the door to your womb.

But what he didn’t know was that all it would take was that - the feeling of you getting even more lewdly wetter at the idea of him filling you up - for him to pump his hips in a vulgar stroke and cum. Heavy, hard. 

More than he has in his entire life, Toji’s cumming and cumming so much that he’s almost dazed at how much webbed, white syrup sloshes into your readily awaiting pussy. 

“Didn’t…pull out– oh, mama—” And it’s finally hitting him now, slithering down two of his knobbled fingers to toy open your saturated folds. Watching the mess triiiickle out, “Didn’t…pull out. S’really all inside.”

You’re whining, hazy pupils disappearing to the back of your head once he coats his fingerpads with a few sticky layers of cum n’ plugs it inside your mouth. Letting the salted caramel taste overtake your senses, “Don’t think you’re getting off easy now.”

And those words are abrupt - final.

“Wh-what?”

The questions rush to your larynx before he presses his fat, hefty cock further- “Gonna hafta let me feel her haaaa- alllll the time now-” Rutting, his sharp jaw droops pathetically open before he snaps it shut into a grin. “Gonna hafta let me fill her up. Hafta let me keep it-” Plop! He’s pushing a few dollops of dewy seed with his middle finger, “-inside now.”

Still painfully hard. 

“Finish what you started, mama.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Creampie cutiepie

“Haaaa– stay quiet, my love.” Nanami’s guttural plead scorches your ears, tugging back your restlessly squirming hips with a gentle pinch of your drenched panties.

Rubbin’ his thick fingers right down your dampened folds as he’s puuulling you further down the sleek office desk. Whispering urgently into your popped ears, “Don’t want them to hear- though, I wouldn’t mind…just don’t want them to ngh- hear the noises made by my favorite girls.”

And as if on cue, your needy pussy lets out a slurp of greedy wetness when Nanami drills his fattened cock into you sensually. 

Making your back arch off the frigid table surface at the feeling of his puffy veins tapping your sweetest spots, “K-Ken—” Struggling to wind your boneless legs around his toned waist, “A-are you jealous?”

“Shush, darlin’. And focus on- hah- me. Your husband.”

Not a denial. Nothing but the way he was sagging your plush, puckered pussylips open with his wide girth. With a rude pull on your flimsy underwear as leverage, he’s practically spanking you with his chiseled pelvis. 

Roughly, probin’ your cervix. 

But you knew better - your gentle, sensible husband wasn’t the type to suddenly pull you into his office and pound you right into his desk. All without a condom.

Not until he’d seen that all-new intern ogling you a little too closely, that is-

“Stop thinking.” The cold band of Nanami’s wedding ring sizzles against your cheek as he’s cradling your cute cheeks and squeezing. Mean. “Wan’ you only thinking about- hah- me. About…”

Trailing off- but he didn’t even need to finish his sentence.

He’s pumping all his swollen, aching inches into you like a madman. The sheer raw force of it mussing up his blond hair, curtaining his half-lidded gaze that told you he wanted to devour you right here. Wouldn’t even mind him knowing-

“Kn-knowing?” You’re blinking up in shock at what’d just departed from your husband’s slurring mouth, your entrance saturating a fresh new wave of arousal at the mere notion. 

“Oh, did I say that out loud, my love?” Was he serious? He couldn’t be- ah, but he was. So hazy with how it felt to finally be inside you raw, Nanami’s swabbing your drooling mouth open to suckle lightly on your tongue. Groaning, “Wouldn’t mind them allll knowing, actually-”

Now that he started, he couldn’t stop.

Tawny, tufted ends of his happy trail scratching your back. He’s bottomed-out and still pressing deeper, resting the chubby curve of his balls on your ass cheeks. Spanking- “Wouldn’t even mind them all seeing- because I’m one fucking this pretty pussy, my wife.”

Like he was proving it - to you, to himself, to your sloppy cunt. 

Every rugged whack of Nanami’s curved length makes your mouth froth with saliva. He was just so damn hard that each pulse of his reddened, bruising crown made your walls stretch even further. 

Again and again.

“Wouldn’t mind carrying you out like hck! this- my cum dripping down those pretty legs of yours…”

And then you’re clenching with your snug, velvety-feeling walls and he all but collapses on top of you. Shifting down with a grunt- Nanami’s sweat-slicked abs massaged your front, pearly whites sinking into your neck and marking. Holding himself back.

Choking out- guttural, as if it made him lose his very sanity to even ask, “You…like that, darling?

Nodding, “Y-yes.” Spearheading himself even deeper it felt like - or maybe he was just growing even bigger inside your cunt. Nanami’s hefty cock was so staggering that he’s bruising your sponged cervix with a round, circular stamp. “Please- oh, mmm Ken–”

“Say it- say it again.” Breaths striking out quicker, voice tilting until he sounded almost crazed. “Say you don’t want me to ngh- pull out.”

“I- I don’t want you to- fuck!”

Barely even able to speak with the way he’s fucking the words from your lungs, sounding as if he himself was barely keeping it together. “U-use your words, darling.” But how was that possible when Nanami’s rovering one of his hands to saddle your thighs on his broad shoulders. “Please- want to make sure you can take it all.”

Bending you in half like a lawn chair whilst your limbs dangle over his firm deltoids, he was ravenous.

Resting a capped knee up on the desk to give your sultry g-spot a loooong snog with his split-ended tip, you could feel the circlin’ of his sobbing orifice pushing inside. 

“Because d-don’t get me wrong- love when I cum here–” Letting go of your face with a steaming hot handprint, Nanami brushes your hardened nipples with the band of his cold wedding ring. “And…here-” Lovingly, on your stomach. “And here.” Down, down, down to your clit. “But…”

“But?”

Leaning in even closer, you could practically taste his sweet, sweet desperation for you. Like he was dreaming, “But I’ve hah! always wanted to make your pretty body remember the taste of my c-cum. Mine.”

Stuttering - he was stuttering, begging to not pull out. 

And how could you refuse?

“Ken—” You’re whining, eyes sliding backwards until they’re pure white- and Nanami Kento’s stern lips wobble oh-so-cutely once you’re tugging him in close with a hand around his gulping throat. “Don’t pull out.”

And he doesn’t- oh, he doesn’t.

“O-oh.”

Voice crackling. Those very words are more than enough to make the stoic man burn with a blush, the first time that he’s hearing those words - and he has no idea what to do other than bury his face between your jiggling tits and suck. Breathing, “I don’t…have to pull out.”

Hips thrusting so meanly between your legs that you’re fluttering important documents to the ground. Over and over and over— 

Harder. Sloppier. 

You’re realizing it before he does when he’s crashing the both of you into your highs with a slap of his cock into your slick g-spot. Skidding a line of precum straight down your walls and into your womb-

“O-oh, Kento- not gonna-” Head thrown back, toes curled, maw ajar with so many copious moans and lecherous noises. And yet you have nothing on the wet sounds pulled from your pussy, “Cum—ing–!”

“Yeah? Yeah? My pretty girl—” He’s murmuring breathlessly into your skin, cheek nuzzling where a neat little pool of drunken drool was starting to formulate. “I-I’m not gonna ngh! last either- oh.” Looking down, it’s only then that he’s catching the way your driveling cunt was already stuffed.

The way you’re struggling to hold in the thick, ribbony gushes of seed he’s spraying out. The way he didn’t even think - didn’t even register to pull out. 

“Inside…it’s really- really…pinch me-” Endeared by his request, you’re just about to when- ah, when your husband catches sight of your matching wedding ring. Molten eyes widening, “We’re married?”

Then when you nod- Half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open, “Was already…gonna propose…”

Just that pussydrunk, he can’t even decide where he wanted to watch you more. 

Your prettily fucked-out face, your glinting ring, or the way those gooey splotches of white were splashin’ around inside of you, slightly leaking outside as he moves to tug on your cute office skirt–

“How about we go outside and announce our baby shower in advance, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “Again?”

And Geto was being mean, Geto was being rude– spanking the quivering slope of your pussy whilst you clench and clench around his barreling, hot cock. Oh-so-lecherously pounding you through your nth high of the night-

“Awww, look- you’re cumming again.” He’s snickering from behind you, trapping you in a full nelson so tight that you could barely even squirm your hips back. Barely even breathe- “My gorgeous girl just can’t stop cumming, hmmm?”

You’re helplessly thrashing your legs, body aching for any kind of friction- before Geto’s inhuman reflexes work to curl underneath your thighs and pull. 

The curving veins of his forearms digging into your mounds of flesh, he’s snickering as you start whining into the heady air. “Seriously- look at this hah- mess.” The low, sultry tone of his voice curdling against the crook of your neck, Geto rovers the doughy soft tips of his fingers over the dollops of cum staining your front and smears. 

Drawing a few wet hearts on your tummy from all his own orgasm from rounds prior, “You look s-soooo fucking pretty like this. Almost makes me want to not pull out- oh-”

And Geto didn’t expect his ravaged cock to react like that. 

The tenderly leaking orifice on top of his crownhead twitching, he feels his teeth sink into his plush lower lip with a hiss. Sensitive pink slit rubbing up against the top of your slippery cunt in a way that made him want to cum right then and there. 

Inside. 

“I- fuck!” Geto doesn’t even know what to say, long inky hair falling like a curtain around you two. Panting. Heaving. The muscles of his deltoids ripple as he perks himself up on his elbows to look downwards. Did he seriously almost cum from the thought? “Fuck- what have you done to me, gorgeous?”

“D-didn’t do- ngh! anything…” You’re babbling out stupidly, the gummy channel of your cunt milking his veined cock. 

A slow trickle of drool drips down the side of your glossed lips, one that Geto smears away with a low ‘tch-’ Grunting gruffly, “Don’t even know what you fucking do t’me.”

Oh- oh.

He didn’t mean to say that out loud. 

But right now he was so hypnotized on your drooling pussy, just so drunk on the way your walls tenderized so softly. Gulping him up with greedy squelches that leave your teeth on edge, he was driving his hips up until he was heart-eyed. 

“Wh-what do you hngh! mean, Suguru–?” You’re humming, a smug smile plastering across your face as his words finally register. 

“What are you smiling all cockily about?” He’s seething from behind, pointed chin spraying with a few glittering droplets of spittle. Geto furrows his dark brows and snarls, “J-just because I said I didn’t wanna pull out- that I didn’t wanna cum a-anywhere but inside- hck! that I wanna fuck this pretty pussy forever—”

And he was so big- but his swirlin’, bulbous tip was only throbbing bigger with each word spilling from his mouth. Nuzzling right against your cute lil’ g-spot to slip and slide in mindless half-ruts. 

Warm tears of overstimulation well up in your eyes, “O-oh, right there- right there! Feels so good, Sugu-”

“Oh yeahhh- gonna squirt for me next?” 

“Only if you don’t pull out.”

Oh, fuck.

Just those words were enough for Geto to pound all his rummaging inches between your swollen folds, spine arching powerfully off of the creaking mattress for a good few seconds as he buries himself and holds it there. 

Words warbling with a slight chuckle, with a slight tinge of madness. “Y-you don’t really mean that-” He’s spitting, fighting to keep the dopey smile far, far away from his rosy lips. Jabbing his crowned mushroom tip, pressing. “-do you?”

And Geto didn’t even need to hear your response, he just needed to feel the way you were streaming out even more gushing waves of slick. Mewling, “N-not gonna last–”

“Nuh uh- not what I asked, gorgeous, need you to tell me-” He didn’t even know what he was babbling anymore, only that the way you were whining and the way you were grinding left his brain feeling overheated. “Want you to tell me- can I…really…inside?”

Voice hoarse, almost small like he didn’t even believe what he was asking.

And all Geto Suguru can do is roll one of his cum-topped digits to skid over your perked clit, swervin’ right on time with the pinpricks of his globed tip. Draaaagging his warm tongue over your throat, “Tell me-” He teases, reeling all the way out until his geysering orifice kissed your entrance, “-tell me.”

“Please-” You’re prattling away, and he’s hanging onto your every word as if he was still in disbelief. “-don’t pull out.”

And he doesn’t- he doesn’t, he doesn’t. 

He’s sinking his fat, pounding cock even deeper and still bucking until he bottoms out. Even after.

Once. Twice. Thrice- treating your poor g-spot like a dartboard until you’re bursting straight into your orgasm. Cunt bawling with a sparkling squirt- it left your head all stupidly white-hot to throw your head back and cum.

“Fuck- f-fuuuck– Sugu–” Your breath catches, heart racing once you’re feeling a splattered puddle of something wet on your shoulder. “Cumming- o-oh my god-”

Sluggishly turning your head around to find that oh- Geto was tearing up, his sensitively stinging length rubbing your sappy walls raw. The red, sheeny curve of his cockhead flinches- and Geto feels fit to burst. 

And he does - squirting, splurging out a few messy wads of translucent white. 

There’s so much of it that you’re feeling a few wettened wads splash all over your cervix, Geto’s cock pushing your pussy so wiiidely agape that your walls struggle to take up all of him. 

Panting- pushing his tensed abs into your back, higher and higher until the curve of his ballsack spanks your cunt. His sweatily flushed forehead falls onto your shoulder with a plop!

“Gorgeous…” Overstimulated, run raw. You were gulping out every droplet of cum he’s pumping out, and Geto thinks he must be in fucking heaven. Kiss-bitten lips wobbling, voice breathy - he was never going to be the same again. “M’never pulling out now.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - HEAT

“This- this heat.” Choso’s spitting, the trembly curves of his fingertips latching underneath your thighs to hoist you into the sloppiest mating press possible. Bending you pliably into angles you didn’t even know were possible- you swear the cheeks of your ass weren’t touching the bed anymore. “It makes me so…”

Whimpering, you’re watching with unsteady breaths as Choso lazily falters his pummeling pace. 

Letting his long, throbbing length slooow down, he’s making sure your hole can feel every carnal scratch of his zig-zagged veins, every pulse of his tip, every push. 

Your sweet, half-curse boyfriend’s cock was so big that every reel backwards of his slender hips left your entrance flooding with syrupy slick. Pushed out of you once he’s filling up every nook and cranny- 

Choso can’t help but swab his doughy fingerpads over that glittery gloss, lapping it into his mouth with a plop! “-thirsty, baby.”

“You’re so greedy, Cho.” You’re cooing out, wrapping your hands ‘round his neck and making him grunt. He was just too sexy whenever his cursed heat took over this time of year.

Fingers latching into his silken, brown hair, you’re using the lewd leverage to grind yourself down on his scouring cock. The dual spanks of skin-on-skin making Choso’s face droop into your neck and breeeeathe in that scent of you.

Slobbering with droplets of saliva, “N-ngh- I know, baby–” He’s whining, huffin’ and puffin’ in your saturated clouds of pheromones - he couldn’t get enough. “Can you p-please move your hips a little slower? S’gonna make me cum…”

“Awww, poor baby—” 

“Don’t tease.” Nose crinkling, playfully caressing the splotchy area of your g-spot with a few more probing pushes, it’s like Choso was trying to make you just as drunken as he was. 

But every thrust, every ram, every smooch into your deepest depths only made him more hypnotized. Push after push after push- he’s gnawing down on his cute pink cheeks to try and stop those wailing whimpers from leaving him. 

Planting your feet flatly on the damp mattress, you can’t help but perk your hips and maze the bulging roundness of his mushroomed tip across your cervix. “Mmm– ngh, what’s that, baby?”

“No- n-nooooo, don’t do that- don’t look at me like that or m’gonna cum.” He’s squeezing his mahogany eyes shut, long lashes glinting with a polish of tears. Clamoring his v-line to glissade down your teary slit, “M’gonna cum m’gonna cum-”

And Choso’s just about to pull out his weeping shaft, he’s just about to let off the most pained grunt before he’s pouring out a steaming hot mess of seed all over your tummy- before–

“S’that sooo–?” 

Without warning, without anything, you’re interlocking your ankles in a circle around his pretty waist. The flesh of your heels digging in deep against the dimples at the bottom of his spine, deeper. 

“N-ngh- let me- pull out-” Choso whines, eyes frantic. Teeth snarling- his canines simply drip with mouth-watered saliva, “Pull out pull out– otherwise m’gonna make a mess of this pussy.”

You’re flinching once his thumb comes hovering back down on your sloppily lustrous pussylips, painting his digits in all the sap leaking from your entrance. Heaps of it. 

Choso darts his half-lidded eyes away from your intense gaze and blushes such a bright, scorching red from the tips of his ears. “If I cover her in my cum I- hck! won’t be able to see her.” Another of his stray hands clawing onto your leg tight, his pace was hard. 

Rough. More curse than man- every thrust of his powerful hips left you darting further up the mattress. And Choso with his urgent bucks followed- never letting you get away. “Can’t hold it in, baby—”

“Well what if I hngh- want it inside, Cho?”

His handsome jaw drops, he gapes- body moving before his mind as he shoves you down even deeper into this mating press, until your hamstrings were burning. Swollen lips moving up and down stupidly - soundless. 

“Awww, do you want that too, baby?” 

Yes- yes. 

Stray strands of chestnut brown dangle to and fro once Choso can only nod fervently. Feverishly. And the only thing more out of control than him was his rummaging thrusts, leaving a firm thwack! on the door to your womb that just left you wanting more. 

“She’s just so soooft n’ warm it makes me wanna make her- drool–” Drooling himself down the ends of his dopey grin, and it wasn’t just the heat talking. “Wanna make her a mama- s-so you better let me pull…unless…” 

Swerving his hips into you even deeper, your ankles yank him until the ridges of his abs were bumping down your front. 

“O-oh my god- ngh- baby–” He’s battering mindlessly, pre spilling out of him like a broken hose.

And you swear you see him slip out a few beaded tears at the raw tightness of your cunt. Jackhammering against the snug resistance of your hole-

Until you could feel his thighs shivering, until you were keening at the bulbous, utter fatness of Choso’s base. 

“Y-you…” He croaks out, making you blink your heady eyes open in question.

Only to find Choso Kamo gaping down below. 

“Baby…you just took my knot.” 

Oh. 

And it’s the last thing said before Choso lets his head fall back with a strangled jumble of your name. Over and over like a mantra while he cums–

“S-so this is what it feels like.” Looking genuinely dazed, eyes all glassy. “This- th-this? S’this even ngh! allowed? S’too good- m’filling you up. M’filling you up and it feels too good.”

“Fuck- fuck– m’so full, Cho.”

He’s shivering viscerally with your every squeeze, trying to claw down your legs. Nibbling on your throat, “You’re letting me cum- really? Really, really letting me cum just this once?” Watery eyes of his staring dead-on into yours, he’s letting his mouth drop into an oh! with every one of your nods. “R-really? But that means m’gonna cum inside you ngh- so fucking muuuch.”

“I-I know—” Body limp with the sheer pressure he was putting on you, scraping the ballooned-up curve of his crownhead down your mushy innards. 

Your eyes roll back with a mewl just as soon as the splash of his ropey seed hits the bottom of your cervix, gluey wads of its sticking to your walls and making Choso shudder at the filthy second skin of it inside you. 

“G-gonna pump you allll full-” Snarling, fighting against the way that the fat knot positioned on the base of his cock meant that he couldn’t properly fuck you into the bedsprings just the way he wanted to. Snagging on the tight hole of your cunt and gyrating to stir your goopy insides, “-fuck- fuck I can’t stand leaving this cute hole a-all lonely. Wanna fuck you properly soooo bad—”

You’re whimpering once one of Choso’s ringed fingers comes rovering down to squeeze his fattened hilt and swear. 

Vision flashing white, blood manipulation seeping out, you can feel his barreling shaft harden-

He’s not even done with you before he’s preparing for more, “Knots o-only last haaaa– half an hour.” Before nudging your sultry folds apart to watch you drool. The hooded peripherals of his gaze locked onto where he’s pushing a knobbled thumb inside– “Until then…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - You vs. Two

“Easy there- easy, brat.” Two of Sukuna’s big, beefy arms come curling around the small of your back, easily sprawling you out across his chiseled pecs with a simple tug. “Gonna fuck yourself stupid. Although-”

You’re whimpering, the only thing that you can manage to do right now while he’s manhandling you on top of his dual, throbbing cocks.

Clawing down a third of his palms on top of your sweat-matted crown to push you down his barreling lengths like some doll. It’s just so cute the way you’re shrilling yourself hoarse once he’s swirling your tight insides with both thick, globular tips. 

Snickering, “-ya already are pretty fuckin’ dumb on my ngh– cocks, huh?”

Brows furrowing, you’re flapping your spit-glued lips a few times to slur out a coherent response. “F-fuck you–”

“Nooo, little human.” And the smile the King gives you is dangerous, both sets of his devilish lips quirking up into something sleazy. Sukuna slouches further backwards against the headboard and bounces his tattooed knees. Just once. 

Just once to render you speechless on his plump lengths. So swollen that the tiniest rut leaves you arching your back and drooling– “I’m fucking you–”

“P-please-”

“Now now–” The pointed claws of his black fingernails scrape gently down your exposed throat, “Can ya feel me all the way up in that hah! pretty throat, huh?” Just probing your g-spot, once. Twice. Repeatedly. “Every vein? Every inch– heh, how about every drop?”

And you’re so far gone with just a few of his vulgar whacks to your sweetest, most tender spots.

Your heavy head is already starting to feel dizzy- so cockdrunk after every bullying ram that by this point Sukuna’s the one that’s moving you to meet his roughened tempo. 

One clammy hand gripping either side of your restless hips, you ogle the sheer natural bulge of his biceps as he manhandles you. Draaaagging your dripping wet cunt all the way from the strawberry orifices of his tip n’ dooown to hug his twin bases. 

Nestled cutely on the curve of his fattened balls, “I-I wan’ it, Kuna–”

“Want what?”

Lips wobbly once he knocks into your g-spot harder. He’s fucking you so thoroughly that you almost feel shy mumbling, “Want you to- mmm– not pull out.”

Oh. 

His rude lips drop - both sets of them. Hips rutting, girths bulging to stretch your walls even further apart, the edges of his candyfloss hair beading with a lather of sweat. With only a few words you’d all but ruined him and fuck-

“What did you say?”

Sukuna wasn’t taking this lightly- no. 

He’s promptly spanking the fourth n’ final of his hands across the lower half of your face, atoms in the air pressurizing with cursed energy when he manifests that infamous second mouth right across his palm to kiss you.

Sukuna watches you with a dazed glint in his crimson eyes as he thrusts. As he punishes your sopping wet pussy with his rummaging cocks, “Oooo- you need ta wash that mouth out, brat.” The slimy edge of his tongue slithers between your lips and makes you mewl- “What have I said about talking out of that ngh! pussy, hm?”

“But– mmpf–!”

“You better talk to me from this pair of lips, human.”

Knees weak with the sheerly raw points of stimulation everywhere, it takes you a few more gyratin’ bounces to gather your thoughts. 

Maw ajar and stinging once he finally pulls his cursed mouth back with a claggy pwah! “B-but I want you to, Kuna.”

And shit- the minute those words register in his pussydrunken mind, the ancient lights of his chamber flicker. Some burst- 

“F-fuck.” You’d made the King of Curses’ gruff baritone break, “Yer fucking serious about cumming…inside?”

“Yes- please.” You’re nodding, watching through your own hazy eyes as his mouth parts lewdly. “Not gonna l-last–!”

Sweltering breaths heaving, cocks fattening up until each nudging length was almost too much for your tight pussy to handle. 

Lightning bolts of his veins bashing against your sides, he’s bumpin’ into his own pounding lengths and shivering. Two arms snaking up and down your arched spine, “Tch- d-don’t think m’this affected because of- of that. S’just so fucking tight I can barely even move.” 

And it was true- he’s so big with both his twin, rock-hard cocks that Sukuna could only half-thrust into your gaping entrance at his point. The globular curves of his tips pushin’ into you so desperately that you could practically taste his neediness. 

But you could see the way that the sharp edges of his ears painted a feverish red, tattooed inner-thighs glazing with so much of his syrupy, buttery precum.

Your jaw drops as you take in the sheer volume making you slip n’ slide into his battering rams, “Want it- want it, Kuna- ins-”

“Don’t.” Canines gnawing onto the plush edge of his bottom lip, one of his palms creeping up again to leave your babbling mouth slurping with kisses. He was ruined, bit by bit. 

And he’s pumping his full, rounded crowns into your g-spot again. “Cum f’me instead, b-brat.” Making sure you won’t be remembering that little stutter with the way he was making your vision flash with pleasure. “Shut up and cum.”

When you did it was with Sukuna biting back a moan himself, guiding the mushy ends of his tips to swerve into your cervix once more. Your womb. Everywhere. 

“Can’t pull out, huh?” He repeats to himself, almost breathless with a snicker. “Take it then- take it-”

It was bucketloads, absolute torrents of milky white that were flooding your tight channel. Sukuna wasn’t just covering your velvety cunt with all his seed, he was drenching you in it until it overspilled. Loaded up wads webbing down each of his lengths, soaking his pinkish happy trail completely.

So much of it that you can feel splosh around in your throat, that thickly cloying texture tasted on your tongue. “Th-there’s so much, Kuna–”

“Awww, c’mon girl. You can take- every- drop-” Punctuated with a rugged thrust that sent your spongy cervix bruising, the slightly-circular motions of his toned pelvis makes warm sap smear across spots you didn’t even know existed. “Fuck! Look at you- movin’ those ngh- hips like you’re swallowing it all up. Been greedy for it?”

Reaching your limp hands up to cradle his neck and hold on for dear life, Sukuna flinches at the splat! of cum that slips out of you and hits his v-line. “Can feel you mmm- filling me all inside, Kuna–”

“Oh…now that’s fun.”

Rapidly- urgently manifesting his second mouth to slash across his abs, “Looks so much better droolin’ from your cunt like this- n’not anywhere else, brat.” Monstrously tonguing the glutinous puddle formulating underneath you n’ your slick, “Look at it mixin’ all together-” 

You’re sobbing out every time he slides the flattened edge of his tongue between your legs. Teasingly sliiiiding back and forth, “Tch- wish I had a third mouth.”

“For what?” As if you already didn’t know.

He was just hypnotized by what he saw below, only grinning- squeeeelch! goes the motion of his softened tastebuds slipping inside your hole. Fuck. “Itadakimasu”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Till it breaks?!

“Oh.” Comes out Ino’s dampened gasp, the soft puff of air scalding where his toned arms held you into a cute full nelson. 

And your spine arches back into the way his washboard abs tense, into the way his broad chest heaves your boneless body up n’ down. Right in the very same angle that he first felt that heavenly taste of your slick, raw pussy walls. “O-oh.”

Startling your burning skin with a wet splatter! of drool from his ruby red lips, “I think the hah! condom broke, pretty.” Motioning to drag his sloppy length back, Ino bites back a sensitive hiss at the saccharine squeeeelch. “Lemme just-”

And then he does it again- that same little, addicted brush of the splotch where that flimsy rubber was torn. Right on top of where your sweet boyfriend’s flared mushroom tip was so big that he’d shattered the condom open, driving up a tentative dig into the bottom of your pussy.

You’re feeling your mouth drop into a softly panted oh! “T-Taku–?”

“Yes- yes!” Snapping right back into reality, Ino’s pressing the doughy fringes of his fingertips into your thighs to manhandle your hips. Almost as if he couldn’t bring himself to move. 

“I should just-” Massaging and massaging the hot, reddened curve of his cockhead past your walls- it really doesn’t help that your sweet, sweet insides just kept on sucking him back up each time he’s carnally scraping his length down. Trying to pull out. “I reeeeeally should…”

Ah, he was so cute with his rosy lips wobbling in concentration. Chestnut brows furrowed whilst he tried to will himself to try and reel back from your dripping wet pussy. 

You find yourself tittering, craning your neck to plant an innocent peck near the corner of his mouth. “You can just not pull out, baby-”

“B-but if I don’t pull out how will I- oh.” 

You’re ogling at the exact moment it hits him.

When Ino’s molten eyes widen, his tawny lashes fluttering ever-so-slightly, the prettiest pink flush scorching all over the apples of his cheeks. And his cock- oh, his cock practically ravages your gooey innards with a throbbing jolt. 

Mouth gaping open silently a few times before he’s finally, finally finding his voice. “Can I? I shouldn’t- I really sh-shouldn’t, sweetness-” And your heart almost pangs in disappointment when he’s pulling out of your dewy entrance with the loudest sluuuurp-

-only to toss away the useless remnants of that rubber and slam back in.

“B-but you just feel sh-shoooo good—!”

“Hck- oh!” Whines clog up in your throat once Ino’s pinning you to him with a strong forearm, the slippery glide of his length making sure you feel every patterned vein imprinted into your walls. 

Ino swirls his cockhead in an experiment heart all over your cervix and gasps at the utter wetness that greets him. “H-how m’I even supposed to compete?” Comes out his pained whine, followed almost immediately by the thwack! of his rounded balls striking your treacly cunt. 

Making him snap his head down- loud. Fuck- you were so much louder when he didn’t have a condom on. Squelch after squelch resounding like music in his ears every time he slams upwards. Scolding, “D-don’t talk back to me.”

“Taku, baby, are you okay–”

“That goes for ngh! you, too, pretty- do I look okay?” Hooded lids widened, his usual baritone was botched with cracks. Octaves higher. “R-raw? Seriously? S’fuckin’ unfair- who said you can feel this good- soooo fuh-fucking good.”

And you’ve never seen your gentle boyfriend like this before. 

Never seen him so mindlessly rutting with his cadence, never seen him so feral every time he’s pummeling his hips into the mounds of your ass. 

Bruising his thighs against yours, his ballsack against your entrance. Ino was balls-deep and still trying to rover his bawling orifice further across your plush cunt. 

So harshly that you’re bowing your back and clamoring behind you to hold onto the headboard-

“Don’t run from me when you’ve been ngh! holding out-” Ino spits in a seething tone from behind, free palm gripping your wrists like adhesive. He tugs them down and hold you right at his complete n’ utter mercy, unmoving. “You’ve been holding out- th-this? Felt like this n’ you’ve been holding out, sweetness?”

“Fuck–!” Your spine aches with the white-hot ruts he’s bucking into you, the pointed globe of his shaft stirring your insides in a way that made you jostle with each swerve, too. “Mmm– right there, baby.”

And once he’s finding your g-spot he’s never leaving it alone. 

Spraying out a thick battering of warm pre all over that particular bundle of nerves before he jerks his hips and bruises it. Making you throw your head back and clench–

“D-don’t!” Ino gasps, watery eyes drooping with the sheer heat inside your soppy pussy. He felt like he was just melting into you, abs almost melding into your back with each skim. “Makes me go crazy- m-makes me wanna haaaah- cum…inside.”

The very moment he admits this, you coo. Partially shifting your body around to take in his scorching blush, the way that Ino tries to hide away behind his unruly bangs. 

You curl your fingers around one soft lock and pull- making him whine. “When I say don’t ngh- pull out- I mean don’t pull out, Taku–” 

And that was it- that did it. 

In all of two flutters of your lashes, Ino’s snapping. 

All those long, hard years of training letting him trek his powerful forearms underneath your thighs and haul you all the way in half. The caps of your knees hitting your tits, his cock hitting the bottom of your pussy.

“Then…get ready.” 

Crazed, babbling. It’s all the warning you’re getting before Ino froths out generous helpings of creamy white cum. The thickened dollops settling near your womb and sprinkling to and fro once he’s pumping it even deeper. 

You’re whimpering, body jolting at the low hum of reverse cursed energy that seeps from Ino’s fingerpads. Without him even realizing. 

“Taku– o-oh my god you’re ngh- cumming so much.”

More than usual - so much more than usual. 

Ino’s wild tempo meant that your poor entrance was gaping with all the leaky knots of his seed, milking and milking every single ounce out of himself. 

“Oh my god- you squeeze me even tighter when I cum inside, pretty- s-so I just have to…” Until his balls ached with nothing. The strawberry divot homed at the end of his length sputtering out once- twice- before Ino had wrung himself to cum dry. “Shit- don’t know if I can c-cum anymore. But I want to- I need to.”

“Nghhh– fuck!”

Every slurp! that echoed from your overspilling pussy whenever his cum leaked was speaking to him. And Ino was nodding– oh, what a monster you’ve created. 

Lightly groaning as he finally pulls out with a filthy drag, it takes him all of two seconds to flip your buzzing body over and give you a pussydrunken grin. Raw n’ ravaged. “R-ride me dry, pretty?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “J-just the tip.”

It’s about the fifth time Gojo’s breathily repeating that mantra - maybe even the fiftieth since he’d promised he could handle fucking you without a condom— with just the tip. 

And your boyfriend’s deepened voice cracks numerous octaves higher every time he’s pinpointing your insides with the red, bulging tip of his cock. That rounded crown swirlin’ a sultry smooch right into the spots that make you cutely keen–

“T-Toru! Ngh- oh my god, you’re in so-”

“-deeeep, yeah?” He’s snickering from behind, clouded pants leaving the back of your neck humid. And your overworked bedsprings creak! once he’s sidling his shivering thighs from behind, jostling you up with each meaty limb. “S’alright, my girl. You can take it- you will. S’just the…”

And he can’t even hold his train of thought- can’t do anything but let the tender grooves of his veins tickle your pussy. Rubbing sweetly up n’ down across your walls, deeper. Harder. 

“-tip.”

Teary eyes damn near bulging out of your head, “F-fuuuuck!”

So hard that you’re being driven further up the bed by his sharp hipbones - but he doesn’t let you move a millimeter. Immediately curling the right set of his long, pale fingers around your throat and draaaagging you backwards. 

“J-just the tip.” Gojo’s gurgling - babbling. Syllables coming out just as unsteadily as he’s mindlessly rutting with his swollen, veiny cock. You’re so cute taking everything he gives that he can’t help but chuckle. “See? See?” Eyes wide, tone hoarse. “You’re gonna- hah! take it like my good girl. Take my fat fuckin’ tip until I pull out, m’kay?”

Splat! Splat! Splat! You’re so dazed that the only thing reeling you out of your cockdrunken little reverie is the spray of treacly saliva that leaks from between his clenched teeth. 

He’s slobbering. 

Your lips flap stupidly, sparkly beads of spittle decorating your own chin as you’re whirling your head over your shoulder. “H-huh? Oh.”

Oh, Gojo Satoru doesn’t look like he heard you. 

He didn’t even look like he was breathing. 

Half-lidded eyes oh-so-murky that it’s a goddamn miracle they’re even shifting downwards to stare at your puffy, puckered folds. Huffing out a little ‘oh’, Gojo’s slouching his toned bodyweight on top of yours n’ cradling you into a filthy, filthy French kiss as he pounds you silly.

“Just the tip-” And it’s a good thing he’s smearing his syrupy mouth over yours - because one particularly harsh ram leaves you screaming. Drinking in each of your pretty noises into his breathy mouth. “Shhh sh sh, s’alright s’alright. Don’t run.” You didn’t even realize that you were fisting the silky coverings of your pillowcase and attempting to crawl away until he clings tighter ‘round your throat, hauling you back down. “S’just the tip- just the- ngh-”

And usually - usually - you would’ve given him a piece of your mind. 

Because it wasn’t just the tip. Gojo was so big - so long, and you could feel almost every inch of his hot, throbbing girth. Pushing open your plush walls until he’s filling up every nook and cranny; way, way past the flared ridge of his cockhead to stretch and stretch and stretch you out on his shaft.

Hell, you could almost feel the plump curve of his ballsack lazily nudging your puffy pussylips. 

“Toru–!” Your lungs heave with the effort to raise your voice above a mewl, “This is more than the tip- hngh.”

“Wh-what do you…” Fat dollops of sweat beading down his temple, it takes him everything - every last shred of his sanity to finally look. To finally get his fuzzily sparking brain to realize- “…oh”

And you don’t know what you expected, but it certainly wasn’t for Gojo to plant yet another experimental whack to the bottom of your cervix. Letting your hips jitter underneath his palms, he’s groping a handful of your ass. 

“Then…” You can only watch once he breaks away to tilt his head cutely, cherry-pink maw sagging as if he was hypnotized. “-halfway, sweetheart?” 

Swervin’ straight into your g-spot with three spanks each second, he’s tunneling you open with such lecherous sluuurps. “Mhm, hngh- oh, halfway and-” Hissing, Gojo’s long, angelic lashes flutter once he’s feeling his aching balls squeeze. Close. “-and then I’ll pull out, okay?”

“But you’re shoooo—” It was music to his ears watching you stumble over your syllables with your adorable voice, and it only made him go harder. 

“S-s-sooo mean, huh?” Mocking you, “But I hafta- can let myself go o-only halfway or I…won’t be able to pull out.” If he was in any better state of mind, he’d rather have died than confess to anything so pathetically drunk on your pussy. Laughing- “Just imagine, if I didn’t pull out…h-heh, imagine.”

Oh, that was a dangerous line of thought. 

He’s never done that before. Anything more of that and he’s going to drive himself crazy already, feeling goosebumps raise on the back of his flushed neck as your cute, sappy insides clench.

Milking his prolonged length all the way from his fattened tip to the plump, split-ended circle of his tip. Still murmuring, “How cute- Imagine if I didn’t- pull- out-”

Deeper- he doesn’t even register it. Again and again until both you and the bed frame sing. Harder- he’s still thinking about what he said. 

You’re almost sobbing once those tufts of ivory white at the base of his cock massage your skin raw, bullying you into the mattress with just his prominent v-line. You moan, “I-it’s more than- hck! halfway in, Satoru–!”

“Oh.” Gojo heaves, Gojo snickers. “F-fine. You win.”

And you didn’t even have the time to wonder what he meant by that before he tenses his abs and punishes your hole with a rugged slam. Animalistic. 

“Y-you win- you win you win you- ngh- win-” He’s spitting through gritted teeth, so harshly that the strongest tastes pure metal on his sizzling tongue. “You win n’ this is what’cha gonna get.” Filling up with saccharine trickles of saliva, he scrunches his chin and now fully - mercilessly - gives you a solid few thrusts. 

Gripping on tight to your left ass cheek with one hand, every hold he has on you is pulling you back after every recoil. A bubble of high-pitched laughter departs from his lips as soon as he watches himself siiink all the way in. Over. And over. And over again. 

Groaning, “Can’t take it anymore- can’t- fuck!” He can’t even bear the thought of pulling out anymore-

“C-can’t pull out?” You’re whispering, eyes widening as soon as Gojo gasps, hit with the realization that he was rambling his thoughts out loud without even realizing. Just that pussydrunk.

“N-no.” Comes out the confessional response, brows furrowing as he’s reaching below to give your neglected clit a sweet, buzzing pinch. “You win, just don’t make me ngh…pull out. Please, sweetheart?”

You made the powerful, cocky strongest beg. 

And as he says this he can feel himself cumming - can feel his cursed energy flare out of control. Bolts of tiny blue lightning straying from the edges of his peripherals, oh-so-thoroughly locked down on you and your sloppily thrusting cadence. 

No- he was muuuch more focused on the way that he could see with his Six Eyes. Murked walls of your sopping pussy covering with layers of syrupy white cum as he counts underneath his breath, ‘one…two…’ 

Digging the clean-cut crescents of his nails into the side of your pulsating neck, harder. Sloppier. ‘…three.’

Exactly in time to watch you fall apart as your orgasm hits you like a damn freight train. 

“Fuck- fuh-fuuuuck! Toru m’cumming m’cumming.” So pretty letting your thighs twitch with the white-hot pleasure, your toes curl in pleasure as you position your hips to let his steaming crownhead plunge. 

Bottomed-out and still aching to go deeper.

Barrelling in a rummaging tempo so sinful that thick droplets of sap ooze out of you, sticky n’ pure white. It makes Gojo’s breath hitch to watch the slicked mess pouring from your stuffed hole, glazed shaft so blissfully reeling back- only to not pull out. “I…inside.”

“Y-yeah ngh-” You’re humming with delight at the cobwebs of cum his girth mixes like frosting, so warm and heavy inside of you. “A-all inside, Satoru.”

So far delayed - his melty brain stalls just a few more pumping shudders before he can even think of opening his mouth again. “Did you take the pill, sweetheart?”

“…no.”

And Gojo Satoru can only smile and oh- oh, the look in his eyes made you jolt right to your very core. You weren’t getting off easy. Or walking. “Good.”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week!

Plagiarism not authorized.

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That’s A Tongue Slapper .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, toji

note: telling them “I want you to slap it on my tongue while I look up at you” bc I saw it on a twitter post lol.

warnings: sexual very sexual, cursing, lots of oral sex talk, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[imjustafannn]

Summary: In which Chiropractor!Toji meets a very pretty client that he just can't help but want to loosen up a little more than usual. Warnings: porn with little plot, smut, 18+, mdni, penetrative sex, cunnilingus, fingering, dub con?, stomach bulge, doggy, wall sex, size kink, dirty talk, Toji talking you through it, lots of praise, personification of the pussay, f!reader, brief spanking, not proofread Word Count: 2.5k

“Alright, I’m gonna put my right hand on your hips and my left on your shoulder. You don’t need to do a thing; just give in to me, yeah?”

Chiropractor!Toji talks you through it. He has to. A) for liability issues, B) to put his clients at ease, C) because he likes the sound of his voice, and D) he likes the blush on his client’s cheeks, the nervous giggling, the shallow breathing, and the shy eyes. 

Chiropractor!Toji knows how he looks: big, tall, muscular and with a scar on his lips. He puts men on edge, threatening their masculinity and hurting their egos. To women, he’s forbidden fruit, that man they giggle to all their friends about, and when they book another appointment, they’re sure to specify that it has to be with him. 

Of course, he doesn’t mind. The ladies tip well, and they generally smell better than the guys. Being lusted over is great and all, but very rarely does he get a woman that actually gets his cock going. 

That’s why, when you come in today, he’s smirking, rolling his sleeves up, and making a mental note to put on a damn good show. 

Chiropractor!Toji listens to the moan that leaves your pretty lips when he bends your hips just right, forcing out a nice, sharp crack and alleviating tension you didn’t even realise you had in your spine. His large hands dig into the plush of your thighs, long digits sure to leave his imprints so you’ll remember him later. They’re dangerously close to the apex of your thighs, and he can see the way you press those legs together as if you’re painfully aware of it. 

Chiropractor!Toji brushes his lips against the shell of your ear. “Hold on tight, ’s gonna hurt a little but you can take it.”

You whimper when he pulls an arm back just as he pushes your shoulder blade forward, fixing the ache that had been there for weeks from poor sleeping habits. Immediately, you feel lighter, tingling from top to bottom from the firm but gentle hands he lays on you. 

“Y’r doing great, sweets,” he assures you. “Y’r body’s behaving real good for me.”

The room’s getting hotter and smaller, and you’re aware of every move he makes, every shuffle, every graze of his touch down your spine, your arms, your thighs. He’s bending you into all sorts of different shapes and positions, pushing your body to its limits, making you feel the soreness, the burn, before he lets you feel the relief of release. 

“Ya been looking at a screen for hours every day, haven’t ya? Yeah, I can tell. Y’r all tense and tight. God, doll, you’re way too tight. Good thing you came in today —breathe out for me one, two, three ngh! good girl— this woulda been bothering you a while, huh?”

Breathless and overheating, you smile. “Y-yeah. Sorry. I have an —oh! fuck that feels good— o-office job, so I’m always slumped at my desk.”

Chiropractor!Toji tuts, still working through the hard balls of tension in your back. “Tsk, that just won’t do. A body like this needs to be taken care of. Let me loosen you up, yeah? Let me work my magic and get all those knots out for you.”

Chiropractor!Toji has you all limp like a deflated balloon in no time. You’re just about to sit up and tip him for his quality work when you see him standing over you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. A heavy hand slides up the inside of your thigh through your leggings, thumb tickling the seam right against your clothed pussy. 

His hand is hot, and it's practically scalding with the way he's teasing your body. It's wrong, and you both know you're crossing a line, but the way he moves, smiles, and presses in just right has you growing lightheaded and suddenly, logic, reason, and shame fly out the window. 

“Y’know," he begins, head tilting to eye you under the clinical white light, "I offer a special service for tougher cases like you. You up for it?”

When you nod eagerly, you only have half a second to ponder whether you’re making a wise decision before you’re being wrangled onto your knees on the bench, leggings and panties yanked down your thighs, and a face stuffed in your pussy. 

“You been soaked this entire time? Dirty girl,” he growls into your leaking hole before he slurps your juices up, tongue slithering against your prominent clit, which pulses with your desire. Sucking that button with pressure that makes your back arch, he pushes two thick fingers inside, curling at the perfect time to make you cream all over his face. “God, you smell so damn good, ma. K-knew you would. Tastes even better too. ’s my lucky day a sexy client like you walked in, no?”

Pink tongue traces your slit, tip prodding at your clit. You're coating his tastebud, and his eyes roll back, thick cock weighing heavy. Palming his length to alleviate the ache there, he sucks and slurps to bring you to your orgasm quicker, so he can fuck another one out of you faster. 

Wailing his name and attempting to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure emanating from your swollen cunt, you beg, “Wait! Toji, ah, too much! It’s too much, please!”

SMACK! 

Burning heat radiates on your left asscheek, tingling with the slap he laid there. Just as quickly, he sweetly soothes the skin in a way only he could. The pain had you squeezing down on his fingers, and he growled at the tantalising tightness you teased him with. 

Chiropractor!Toji warns, “Y’r not going anywhere, doll. Still haven’t worked out the knots inside this sloppy pussy so behave.”

He’s massaging your gummy walls, bullying that soft spot inside you and, like a hawk, watches the drops of your wetness coat the leather surface you’re on. Groping the smooth globe of your ass, he assures you, “Y’r doing great. Y’r doing so great. Yeah, that’s it, ride my face. Well done.”

"Oh shit, Toji, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk!"

Chiropractor!Toji expertly draws out your orgasm with a thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit and a tongue shoved inside your cunt, scarred lip twitching at the deeply satisfied sounds coming out of both ends of your body. Laying a final peck on your twitching clit, he kneels behind you and shoves his pants down. 

A sigh leaves his shiny lips, head dizzy with the satisfying squeeze of his base and balls. God, he can't wait to feel your warm walls, wet and pleated, hug him, milking him for all he's worth. 

Looking behind you, you’re met with the godly sight of his chiselled torso, shiny with a thin layer of sweat, well-defined abs, sharp v-line, and dangerously delicious-looking treasure trail. He frees his cock, and the long, girthy thing leaks like crazy, all red and swollen at the head. A huge pair of balls accompany it, swinging when the man adjusts himself behind you, sending a cocky wink your way. 

“I know that look on y’r face. You thinking I’m too big, aren’t ya? Don’t worry y'r pretty little head, doll. Toji here’s gonna make it fit. Remember what I taught you at the start: breathe deep, in and out, and let your body relax. Y’r in good hands.”

He wraps it in a condom, gives it a tug or two, and then he’s lining up his cock and entering you. The stretch stings. Truly massive, your pussy’s being stretched to its limits as he thrusts his way in, forcing your gummy walls to accommodate his shape, moulding and shaping you to fit him perfectly. 

Chiropractor!Toji’s calloused hand climbs up your chest from under your shirt and cups a tit, squeezing and pinching like he’s doing a health check. “Got a real nice body, ma. Good for ya. Alright, I’m almost all in. Uh uh, don’t be complaining. You know, I wouldn’t give you m-more than you could handle, so inhale for me, yep, three, two, one, and exhale, good girl. Hnghhh, yeah, t-there you go. All in.”

Chiropractor!Toji doesn’t give you any warning before he’s pummelling inside you like your pussy owes him money. An unforgiving hand pushes down your back, creating the perfect arch so he can reach even deeper, and he rewards you with slow grind, really letting you feel the way his tip is hitting a delectable spot and making you see stars. 

His balls kiss your clit with just how closely pressed he is, and you're suffocating on his length, choking on it, and you find yourself drooling, pushing back into him. 

Then, he's thrusting like there’s no tomorrow again. 

“Ah, wait, Toji! You’re being too rough, I’m moving! Oh oh oh, fuckkkkk, yesss, harder!”

You’re being shoved forward, forced to crawl on all fours, with every rough barrage he forces inside, slipping and sliding with your brimming wetness and the steam on the leather. Deafened to your complaints, he smacks smacks smacks into you. 

The crowned tip of his giant cockhead is pulled all the way to the first ring of tight muscle at your entrance, greedy walls squeezing around nothing for just a second, and when you're panting, arms wobbling, he pushes all the way back in, practically kissing your cervix. 

“Ha, that’s it, take it like a pro, atta girl. Fuck, don’t clamp down on me -ngh- like that.”

In a wet blink, your hands are holding up your body from the floor, hips lifted by his strong hands as he continues to fuck you all while you’re upside down. He doesn’t seem to care, too busy watching your swollen lips swallow his thick length, desperate to gobble him up. "Look at 'er. Nasty thing, ain't she? Spitting and -hah fuck- d-drooling all over me. Pretty -shit so fucking tight, loosen up baby, there you go- p-pretty thing."

Chiropractor!Toji grows tired of your pathetic attempts to crawl away. Tutting, he spins you around with just one hand, carrying you up and letting all that blood flow right back down until you're deliriously lightheaded and in his arms. "Alright, alright, big streeetch for me, yeah there you go."

He shoves you against the wall, leggings all the way off now, and you have no idea where and when. 

Filling up your entire view, with strands of hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat running down his temple, and the lip he’s biting to keep from grunting too loud. The visual attack is too much, and you moan. “Gotta keep quiet, doll. Walls aren’t thin, but they ain’t soundproof either. C’mere.”

He’s covering your mouth with his, swallowing your whimpers and whinings, distracting you with his messy kissing and crude sucking. Arms wrapped around his thick neck, you can do nothing but cling to him and try to hold on while he shoves his length back inside in one smooth thrust, squelching much louder than your heavy pants now.

“Y’r still too tense; we gotta work on this mess, don’t we?” He thumbs your clit once more, licking a long and wet stripe up your neck. “Yeah, bounce on my cock, sweet thing. Ha, y’r pretty damn flexible, aren’t ya?”

Chiropractor!Toji thinks it’s absolutely hilarious the way you’re crossed-eyed, drooling and digging your nails into his back. It’s all the signs he’s looking for to know he’s working you in good. After all, when you’ve gotten a couple more orgasms out of this, he wants you to feel so fucked out that you’re practically dragging yourself out with noodles for legs. 

Swiping a tongue across his scar, he eyes the bulge he's fucking into you. Pressing down hard, he grunts when you clamp down so damn tight it knocks the wind out of his lungs. "Look how tiny you are. Y'r damn head's smaller than my bicep. Could snuff the light out of you right here, and you'd thank me, wouldn't ya?"

"Yes, God, Toji, you're soooo big. Fuck, more. Please!"

Chiropractor!Toji doubles his speed, making sure to angle his hips perfectly. When you throw your head back, he sucks at a sensitive spot on your neck, indulging in your sweet scent and heat.

Your eyes are wide open and a permanent O hangs your jaw low. “Oh! Toji, fuck, I’m gonna -ah ah, yes, right there- cum!”

“Go on, then. Show me how good I’m making you feel. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that. Ah, shit, so fucking tight, fuck!”

Chiropractor!Toji grunts when your pussy clamps down on him in irregular pulses, threatening to squeeze all his stored-up cum right out with you. You’re babbling expressions of gratitude, crying about how amazing his cock is, how full you feel, and how hot, hard, and big his body is. 

Pretty little thing has a size kink, clearly. 

"That looked like a good one, ha. Feel better? Hmm? Feel that tightness in your stomach go?"

It's a shame, he thinks, that his cum isn't painting your walls white; instead, it's pooling in the condom. Next time, maybe.

Chiropractor!Toji wrings out three more orgasms from you with enough time to spare in your session for final touch-ups. 

You’re a very satisfied customer, still riding the high of his magical cock with glossy eyes and lips, when he’s massaging any and every last remaining knot in your shoulders —clothes fitted right back on your body and sweat wiped from your skin with a towel he had prepared— before he sends you off on your way so he can clean up in time for his next client. 

“Ya did good, kid. Be sure to come back in a couple of weeks, alright? Your body’s a temple and it needs regular maintenance.”

Smiling, you hand him a wad of cash as a tip so large he whistles and grins at you. “Thank you for your help, Toji. Really. I feel so much lighter now.”

“Don’t mention it. Better not be hitting up any other chiropractors, while you’re away too. Trust me, nobody’s gonna take care of you like I do.”

A visit to Chiropractor!Toji turns from every couple weeks to every week, and soon you were seeing him every day — in his studio, in his car, his place, yours, and all over the goddamn city. 

He has a way of making you need his touch like a drug, like if you didn’t get a good pounding from him, you weren’t going to be able to sleep well at all, and you’ll be a zombie at work the next day. So, you don’t take that chance. You take him like a pill every day.

Though taking care of you has added a lot to his plate, he’s not complaining. Just like he said, women tip well. 

And you’re no exception. 

That's all it was. He's the maintenance guy who loosens all the knots your stressful life creates, and you're the woman he can count on for a generous tip. 

Neither of you mention the fact that you haven’t paid for his services for weeks now nor that he brings you flowers regularly, kisses your lips before he cums, and no longer offers his ‘special service’ to anyone else. 

The only happy ending Chiropractor!Toji's handing out now is the one he shares with you. 

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SATORU GOJO ౨ৎ gojo who's a newfound sucker for cock-warming ౨ৎ fan!gojo + pornstar!reader ౨ৎ april fools with gojo ౨ৎ professor!gojo ౨ৎ sugar daddy!gojo ౨ৎ brat tamer!gojo ౨ৎ creep!nerd!jo ౨ৎ plug!gojo

SUGURU GETO

KENTO NANAMI

CHOSO KAMO ౨ৎ choso who's rough in bed + and a sweetheart out ౨ৎ step-brother!choso

TOJI FUSHIGURO ౨ৎ plumber!toji

RYOMEN SUKUNA

MULTIPLE ౨ৎ bully!sukuna + bully!gojo ౨ৎ dry humping with your boyfriend

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I love the way your name sounds

Multiple character headcannon

Authors note: okay I won’t even lie I think I kinda liked this fic…ANWAYS here’s y’all’s warnings NSFW content! I put some of that Femdom shi, f!reader, m!receiving gawk gawk, dacryphilia…I guess, uhh just really cringe worth sentences... yall probably into that. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)

Summary: he likes to whine your name especially when he’s close

MEN who love to be buried between your thighs, though anytime you offer to reciprocate his good deed he insistently denies you, shying away from any form of contact. He initially claims it’s because he prioritises your pleasure over his and there is no need for you to sourer your lips. But would it be so bad if you just wanted to hear him whine in satisfaction?

That’s not to say there hasn’t been times where you have succeeded in changing his mind. However during those moments, the only sound you might catch is a faint hum, accompanied by him biting the inside of his cheek and knitting his brows in frustration, as if he’s forcing himself to keep quiet...

MEN who even when he has his cock between the folds of your heat, he keeps one hand pressed to his mouth or his face deep in the crook of your neck. He never lets you hear him, hear how good you also make him feel - and you had reached your limit. You just wanted to have a man moan, rather than it being a one-sided affair.

Did he not enjoy sex with you?

MEN who let out a small gasp of surprise when you suddenly approach him after a days of lounging. Your in that cute little apron he adores with your hands trailing up and down his chest through his worn clothes. He laughs nervously, gently taking a hold of your wrist, his eyes wide and confused, like a lost puppy trying to understand your sudden playful behavior.

But you don’t hold back, instead, you draw even closer, your hand pressing deeper into his chest causing him to back against the wall. Your breath fans over his neck and you catch the sound of him swallowing hard a slight gulp down his throat. His grip on your wrist wavers softly as a meek sound escapes his lips, “I…Is everything okay, baby?”

MEN who turn crimson at the feeling of your lips pressing into his, before trailing along from his jaw and down to his neck. Your sudden assertiveness was causing his mind to reel from the intensity of the situation. Before long, his shirt is tossed aside, forgotten on the floor, and he’s sprawled flat on the bed, his elbows propping him up, as he stares at you completely dazed and breathless, “hah…you’re really in the mood today, huh…”

You can only laugh at his admission. He had no idea what you had in store for him today. You were going to make him scream, so loud that he wouldn’t be able to speak the following day, so loud that the neighbors might just have to lodge a complaint against you, so loud that—

“A-ah…you…you can’t just…do things like that…”

MEN who feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body upon feeling your hand move inside the waistband of his underwear. A warning would’ve been nice, because now all he can do is have his breath hitch and back arch instinctively against your touch.

“Hand or mouth?”

Your question only turns his mind to mush, as he tries to make a coherent decision. Both options sound incredible, but he found himself succumbing to your hand. You knew he’d pick that. He doesn’t get as sensitive with your hand…which is why you decided to use your mouth, much to his dismay.

“W-why even bother ask— mhf…”

MEN who lose their words at the feeling of you tongue around his shaft. His hand immediately reaches up to his mouth, trying to stifle his shameful sounds, in which you quickly stop just before he could.

He lets out a small whine in protest, looking down at you between his legs with puppy eyes. Your intense gaze on him was only turning him on more and it was only a matter of time before he felt a familiar coil in his stomach begin to build up.

You had finally done it.

MEN who can’t help the babbles of “Ggh…you…you’re…so mean”, the whines of “d-dont tease the tip…” and the whimpers of “p-please faster…let me make a mess in your…in…in your mouth”, that escape him.

You couldn’t believe your ears of all the filth falling out of his lips. The way his eyebrows pinch up in that familiar look, his jaw slacked open, his eyes glued shut. You wanted him to look at you, see just who was making him fall apart like this, and so you tap on his thigh, prompting him to glance down at you, his eyes glistening as if he was on the verge of crying.

“F-fuck…m’so…so close…I’m so close, please…don’t l-look at me like that…”

You don’t stop. You don’t even allow him to bring his hands anywhere near his face.

“A-ah…baby— Y/N, please…I can’t. It’s too embarrassing Y/N…”

He was begging to cover his mouth, before the shameful chants of his high come to light. Begging you to at least slow down so he can catch his breath, begging you for some trace of pity on him in which you don’t grant, a coy smile forming on your lips.

There was nothing else he could do but to give in, to let go, to surrender completely to you, to be your “good boy”.

“M’gonna…o-oh Y/N, t-thank you…a-ahh…thank y-you so much, momm— Y/N, I—I’m c-cumming!…”

MEN who from that day on, never once hold back a single noise from you.

“You need to eat more fruit babe.”

“M’sorry…”

Characters: Reigen, SERIZAWA, GIYUU, Jean, ARMIN, REINER, KAGEYAMA, Hinata, Bokuto (I’m trying to convince myself but deep down I know this man is loud.), Osamu, CHOSO, MAMMON, Childe, THOMA, Rafayel, ACE, SANJI, Iruka

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bf!choso who, despite being the sweetest lover, fucks you relentlessly with his throbbing cock, grabbing your leg and pushing on it with all his strenght, squeezing your breast against your thigh so he can take your dripping cunt deeper.

bf!choso is so pussydrunk with how you clench around him, milking him with your juices as he delivers brutal, punishing thrusts against your cervix "its- fuck you're too fuckin' good, please cum for me please" he is so lost in you, in your beautiful cries as you cum like he asked, that he doesn't here the crack! your hip makes when he speed up his pace, going through his own release.

bf!choso feels awfully bad when, after the end of your climax, you start to whine in pain and you both realize he dislocated your hip. "I'm so sorry y/n sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry" you try to stop him in his panic and guilt, but he's already packing your bag and driving you to the nearest hospital.

bf!choso blushes a vibrant shade of red when the doctor asks how this happened, your poor boyfriend stuttering as he tries to explain the situation. god he is adorable being shy like this, while a few hours earlier he was fucking you like an animal. and you can't help it but proudly reveal weeks later to your close friends how it occurred, making him red again just for your pleasure.

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nerdjo c:

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the cheers as soon as not like us starts playing 😭😭 that tweet that said "whenever you're having a bad day remember drake is having it worse" will never age

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pick up the phone

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TEACH ME

CHOSO KAMO X READER

“Choso? A-are you a virgin?” You ask quietly.

Choso’s face immediately breaks out into a rosy tint as he stares at his hands. “Choso?” You ask again, trying to get the man to look at you.

There’s no way—zero chance—that this man is actually a virgin. You’ve seen the way girls around here look at him.

Like he’s a complete snack.

You can’t even go out to parties together without him being bombarded by women offering their numbers or to go out with him.

However, Choso’s dead silence would indicate that, against all odds, he has actually never had sex before.

“I-i—“ he stutters, seemingly at a loss for words. “I’m not going to laugh at you, Cho. You can tell me.” You say softly, putting your hand over his.

It’s not that Choso didn’t want to have sex. Because he does, thinks about it all the time too, but how do you bring it up to someone when everyone already seems to have had their first time.

Not only that, but he doesn’t want just anyone to be his first time. He wants it to be with someone he cares about. Someone who cares about him too.

Damn it, why did he have to ask questions about the stupid sex scene in this movie? If he had just shut his mouth he’d never have been in this situation.

“Iveneverhadsexbefore.” Choso mumbles, eyes trained up at the ceiling. “Huh?” You ask, leaning in closer so you can hear him. “I’ve never had sex before, ok? I’ve never done anything with anyone before besides kissing.” He huffs out. “Oh.” You breathe.

An awkward silence takes over the room as you both stew in the new information. The movie that had been playing long forgotten.

“Can I ask why?” You eventually ask. “Why what?” Choso sighs, finally meeting your gaze. “Why you’ve never had sex?” You clarify. “I don’t know. It just—it never seemed to be the right time or the right person.” He shrugs.

Oh.

“H-have you had sex?” Choso whispers. “Well, I mean, yeah.” You shrug.

That’s when an idea pops into Choso’s mind.

“Could you teach me?” He blurts out. “Teach you what?” You ask with a raised brow. “About sex. I-I trust you more than anyone. Will you teach me, please?”

Teach him? How are you supposed to teach him?

“Teach you how, Choso?” You ask warily. “Let me practice with you. Please, Y/N.” Choso looks at you with his best puppy dog eyes he can muster.

Could you really do this? Teach your best friend about sex without it ruining your relationship long term?

“Please! We don’t even have to have actual sex. Just teach me about h-how to give head.” He pleads. “C-Choso, I don’t know about this.” You sigh. “You trust me, right?” He asks softly, big brown eyes staring into your soul.

You do. You trust him more than anyone.

And that’s exactly how you ended up in your current situation.

Legs pinned to your chest by Choso’s two large hands while he licks and sucks at your poor clit like a man dying of thirst and your pussy is the only source of hydration.

The man had already made you cum twice. Each time groaning into your dripping cunt like a starved animal. The vibrations against you clit making you squirm and scream.

You were beginning to question the validity of his ‘inexperienced virgin’ claim.

You’d been with men who’d fooled around with multiple women and not a single one of them made you cum as hard as Choso had, let alone more than once.

“C-Choso, give me a b-break, p-please!” You cry out, hands fisted in his hair. “It’s too m-much.”

Tears rim your eyes as you push desperately at his face, trying to get him to detach his suctioning lips from your swollen clit.

The moment you finally get him to detach, you pull your knees together and slap your hands over your poor abused cunt to protect her from Choso’s relentless tongue.

Choso sits back on his knees, eyes hooded and breathing heavily as he licks his lips. Staring at you like a predator watching its prey.

His hair is a mess, no longer in its usual pigtails from the way you’d been pulling and grabbing at it.

“Y-you lied!” You squeal, the words coming out higher and louder than you’d intended.

“Lied about what, baby?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your knee and chuckling at the way your legs shake. “You aren’t a v-virgin. N-no way you are.” You shake your head dramatically.

Choso leans back down onto his stomach, hands sliding over your hips and pulling you towards his face.

“It’s the truth. I’ve never been with anyone, baby.” He mumbles as he presses kisses to the inside of your thigh. “No one except, well, you now.”

You blink at him in disbelief as he nuzzles his face into your thigh, nipping lightly at the soft skin.

“T-then how—“ “I just followed your instructions. What pressure, where to focus and then listened to how you reacted.” He shrugs like it was nothing. Like he didn’t just make you tap out from cumming too much on the first time he’d ever given head.

Choso begins to run that soft wet tongue of his over your hands, hoping your distraction from his answer would give him a chance to get another taste of that honeyed slick that drips from your sweet little cunt. A taste he was quickly becoming addicted too.

You look down to watch the man desperately lap at your fingers, sucking up any taste he can get.

Big brown eyes study your face before he asks “So, can I have one more taste? Then maybe you can teach me more.” as he smiles at you oh so innocently.

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one thing about satoru gojo is that he's a freak.

he'll try anything once, and then three more times for good measure. anything! as long as it ends with him emptying his balls, prefer on or inside of you, he's a very happy man to entertain your weird requests.

this, though, is too weird!

"you want to have vanilla sex?" he gawks at you.

you're laying back on his bed, bare and smiling up at him as he climbs over you. he's hard, sure, but he's not flooded with the excitement of your usual ideas.

"why don't i put the collar back on?" he suggests tapping the tip of your nose. "oh! or we could play with those candles again... or you could make me squirt... no? roleplay? anal? some music, at least?"

you shake your head, and if you weren't so damn cute satoru might be more upset than he is. "you know," you start, "plenty of couples have plain sex regularly. i just want to feel you."

"we aren't like most couples," he grimaces. "im the strongest. and you're the sexiest. i don't think she's physically capable of having boring sex with you, baby."

"stop calling your dick a she," you stare up at him. "please? you said you'd try anything."

satoru kisses your lips gently, as boringly as he can do without getting too worked up. you are naked underneath him, after all. "i said that hoping you'd propose pegging me. or letting me put that dildo of yours down your throat while i—"

"just fuck me," you whisper.

and because satoru is secret a lover before he is a freak, he complies. with a gentle nod and a few seconds to line himself up with you, he pushes inside and lets you lock your legs around his waist before he starts a gentle pace with you.

it feels good, of course, it's you. but there's something sweet to the way he fucks you— no, makes love to you, that isn't there when gags and blindfolds and candle wax are in the way. it's just you and him, eyes locked as he becomes whole with you in the most intimate way possible.

he realises, when your eyes flutter shut and you pull him impossibly closer to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, that he might just like boring sex.

"i love you so much," he coos. "like having you like this. just us. god i love you, baby. i think i needed this."

the two of you cum in sync with eachother. you shake and tighten around his cock and he spills into you with sweet moans that sound a little more raw and vulnerable than they usually do. he kisses you silly, peppers his lips all over your face until you're laughing underneath him.

and he pulls back to look at your face, and nods to himself. you smile, and push his white hair out of his face with a gentle tilt of your head.

"what's that look for?" you ask.

and that's when you notice the tears welling in his eyes. the tremble of his lip as he recognises a million different feelings at once. and with a sniffle, and a shaky breath, he grins.

"let's get married."