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hi! please post this and boost! engenes, we're 1st place on bigc and 2nd place on whosfan for the HMA daesang award. please vote for ENHYPEN so they can win this daesang! look online for tutorials on how to vote. we don't have alot of time, so please.

pausing the fic writing just for this omg guys i hope im not too late but !! please vote for enha <33

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hi r u alive

hi no i died for like a fucking while and i’ve been brought back to life solely because i want to finish my kinktober list even though im too late and also bc i fw mha now

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hiiii guys popping in to lyk the nanami fic won’t be ready until tmrw morning! a family member got married today and the party was lowk crazy! i am still here! if ur hispanic, ykwim. anyways!! it should be ready tmrw!! love you guys ill also be posting for tmrw obvi 🫶🏻

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toji fushiguro finding out he’s fucking with a nymphomaniac is definitely not on this year’s bingo list of his.

he merely thought you were just some pretty chick he’d bang for some time before moving on to the next, allowing you to have a taste of a good cock in the meantime— taking pride in the fact that his stamina and bedroom skill is one of the best.

and god did you barge into his life just to snatch that title of sex god away for yourself. you fuck him like he’s nothing but a toy, until he’s nothing but a jolting mess of raw fuck, and as if he’s one of his crying girl.

“You’re still tight,” he groaned, throwing his head back as your walls wrapped around his size, unforgivingly firm. Your cunt was attempting to milk him from the entrance of his cock, and his grip tightened around your ass, the pain stimulating your senses further; rending your walls to tense even more. “Fuck!” the timbre of his voice wavered, he was embarrassingly weak in you.

It’s been the sixth round and as much as Toji would hate to admit it, he was getting drunk off of your little unremitting cunt. The fluttering hot walls around his almost raw girth rubbing and enveloping his senses in tight, sore pleasure and they make his knees weak.

His cock was itching for release with just a few pumps of your dripping cunny, and he had to bite down his need into your lip as you’re eating him up—both by his twitching shaft and blush glazed face. It doesn’t help when you’re practically bouncing on his cock as if it’s your first round, like a rabbit in fucking heat.

“This—haa, pussy too good,” your body jolted when he rolled a thumb over your puffy clit. Which was a huge fucking mistake as your walls fluttered tighter around him, garnering a whiny groan from his sore throat.

“Need m-more, Toji,” you whined into his ear, nails sinking into his flesh as your hips bounced in ceaseless pace. “Fuck me hard—haa. Please, Toji!”

How was he to refuse when you’re all flushed above him, your body gleaming in the dark, and touch so scorchingly hot—both inside and out. “You’re driving me—mmph, crazy, woman,” he grunted as he jerked his hips upwards into your squelching cunt, fat, sensitive cockhead kissing your cervix.

You both cried in sore pleasure with each deep sink of his cock into your hot core. Tears were crowding behind his eyes, and his thighs shook from his throbbing cock. You’re riding him harder and harder, little cunny tightening by the second—Toji was going to cry anytime then. Just from your insatiable libido and cunt.

“Baby—ah! I’m cumming, baby. Fuck—haa,” he moaned, deep and long as his body jerked, pleasure flowed with his blood and through his entire body. You still rode him through his high, even when his cock felt raw to his core and weeping in sensitivity. You were relentlessly chasing after your own orgasm, disregarding the groaning mess under you. “Y’gotta s-stop, baby—” Toji managed to choke through, his fingers tensing into your welted skin as his muscles tensed.

“N-No…not yet!” your tone was desperate, your cunt unrelentingly clenching onto his throbbing cock. Your walls gave a tense squeeze before he felt them flutter around him, your juice gushing all over your thighs and dampening the bedsheets as you threw your head back into a wavering cry. “F-Fuck!”

“You’re insane, woman,” Toji chuckled with a prickling tear at the edge of his eye, your cores sore and twitching in sensitivity as you laid on his chest. He merely drowned in overstimulation then, his mind still blank and mouth thirsty for hydration from the constant orgasms.

You were purring like a contented kitten against his throat, nipping at his salty skin, fingers curling around his softening shaft. “One more?”

“Good God—”

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sorry im supposed to be writing but chubby chaser megumi is so real to me..........................he loves big boobs and a round tummy to rest his head on, watching his cock disappear between thick thighs ugh

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꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱

Getting double penetrated by Gojo and Geto, taking them both at the same time. Laying on top of Gojo, head pressed to his chest, unable to help the way you’re drooling onto his skin. Geto behind you, cock sat deep inside your snug cunt, alongside Gojo’s.

Pussy overstuffed and making an obscene mess, not able to move, trying to adjust to the stretch of having both of them inside you. Gojo stroking your back and cooing at you, “Too much for you, sweetie?”

Shaking your head quickly against him, panting out, “No– hah– I’m good.”

Geto lets out an amused huff and leans down to you, murmuring low in your ear, “You always take it so well don’t you?”

His voice sends shivers down your spine, biting your lip to supress the moan you almost let out at his movements and words.

Both of them groan at your reaction, Gojo breathlessly asking, “You feel that, Suguru?”

“Mhm,” Geto cruelly blows on your ear, “You like when I talk to you?”

Your hips jerk, fucking yourself on the both of them, “Please.”

Gojo laughs but it comes out wrecked, “Sounds like you’re avoiding the question.”

“Can’t have that can we?” Geto directs at Gojo.

To which he only smiles back big and evil, “No, we can’t.”

They both begin moving at once, apparently knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Your cunt making lewd slick sounds as they both thrust in and out of you. Feeling so full it’s driving you up a wall, nails digging into Gojo’s chest under you. Breaths coming fast as you struggle to think, incoherent whines being the only thing that leaves you.

Your pussy sucking them both back in, twitching and squirming between the two of them. Using your hips to fuck yourself back onto the both of them as much as you can manage.

Geto pulls himself up, hands gripping your ass cheeks to pull them apart, choking back a moan at the sight of it all. Ruined when he says, “So messy, creaming all over us.”

“Wish I could see– hnn– next time we’re swapping – hah – positions, Suguru.” Gojo rambles out, obviously feeling jealous at being deprived of the whole view, “How does it feel, hmm?” Gojo asks you, wanting you to tell him how good it feels.

Your response is moaned, “Feels so– oh! I feel full.” Tears brimmed on your lash line.

“I fuckin bet,” he chuckles out. “Look here, look at me, pretty,” Gojo’s directing your attention to him.

It takes everything in you to look at him, he whines when you do, the look on your face making his hips jerk and stutter, pace ruined for a moment. You’re all teary eyed and mouth agape, choking on moans that don’t stop, it drives Gojo wild.

“Ohh that’s cute,” A hand reaches up and he wipes the spit from the corner of your mouth.

Geto grunts at the pace change, “You good, Satoru?”

“Oh yeah, just admiring the view,” he smirks at you.

The hum Geto lets out is low and thoughtful, his hands pulling at your ass again, “As much as I love this view, I wanna see how you cry for it, pretty.” Geto’s tone is bright, enjoying the thought of you falling apart for them. His eyes flick to Gojo’s, “Think we might have to swap positions next time after all.”

Then they’re sharing a cheeky smile with each other before drilling into you again, quicker, doubling their efforts to make you insane. The whimpers they’re pulling out of you just won’t stop, and Gojo’s holding such intense eye contact it’s making you feel bashful. Leaning into him, you plant your lips on his in a messy kiss.

Your tongue in his mouth before he can think, a loud moan caught in his chest at how insistently you kiss him. From behind, Geto clicks his tongue, hand reaching for your neck to pull you back and off Gojo’s mouth.

“Can’t have Satoru keeping all your pretty moans to himself,” he squeezes your neck lightly as a warning.

“Mm sorry,” you murmur out.

Gojo bites his lip and smiles at you, “I’m not.”

Geto gives a particularly harsh thrust, one that makes you cry out a moan and your head spin all at once.

The both of them at once just might kill you…

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Those who inherited the curse of the Zen'in family... The one who couldn't fully leave behind that curse... They would all bear witness to the bare flesh of the one who is free. To the one who left it all behind and his overwhelming intensity.

JUJUTSU KAISEN / 呪術廻戦 Fluctuations, Part 2, "揺蕩-弐-"

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Parkour kaisen

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 yuji using both hands to fuck himself after you send him what most would consider a casual selfie.

unabashed, head tilting back into his bed- hips canting up and up off the bed over and over the second palms of his hands meet the coarse pink hair dusting his pelvis. tilting his head to catch a glance of your pretty face. lips pouting, something you have a tendency to do in your pictures because you think it looks cute, and god- he prays every day you never stop doing it.

cock so hard it hurts, slipping the angry and red, mean head through calloused palms. wondering if your pretty, manicured fingers would feel better than the burn he feels now.

coughing out sounds of moans trapped in his throat, shaped like your name- hoping his roommates are out for the night. not having the foresight to check before opening your messages and reading over the; which one looks better? :3

text from you, a part of him begging you're sending him such cute images on purpose. at least then, it'd give him an excuse to fuck himself silly over your face- letting out an exasperated keen the second another one comes through.

this one, this one framing your face so pretty- eyes darting down to the fact that it looks like you're topless. a sliver of soft skin like a blessing, dropping one hand off his cock to bring his phone in closer.

panting exceeding their normal, lust driven tempo to groan out noises that sound like 'fuck, fuck, fuck' before he's done for.

his movements sluggish while he poses his phone downwards, just shy of kissing his leaky length. the juxtaposition of your face pouting at him through a illuminated screen and his viscous hand working over his cock just too good.

stomach tensing taught until he's spent- the first rivulet of cum landing right over your image. not daring to see where the rest lands because he's bucked his hips off the bed, squeezing his eyes tight and imprinting your face to the back of his eyelids while he cums over and over.

heart stilling to its normal pace after moments of clarity. dropping his phone off to the side and running a fist over his sweaty, blush hair.

having half the mind to wipe his phone off with his shirt- cringing over that decision later and sending you a message letting you know the last one is his favorite.

heart leaping out of his chest when you call him- happily blabbering about how happy you are he's picked that one. all the while his mind wanders off and wonders if you can hear the slick sounds of his shaky hand palming over his cock through the receiver.

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yes! sit on it!!!

kinktober 2024 !! day five : face sitting

pairing : best friend!sim jake x fem!reader

summary : he’s a munch. thee pussy eater.

wc : 450+

warnings : SMUT (mdni), oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, mentions of (accidentally?) suffocating this man, faceRIDING not proofread

notes : a tad bit later than usual bc my wifi went out but yall we are GETTING THROUGH IT. also i have half an hr to shit this drabble out but TMRWWWW NANAMI FIC YEAHHHHH and yes the title is a steve harvey reference good night yall

jake was never one to back down from a challenge. whether it be fighting his best friends for a pack of ramen he could’ve easily bought himself, to a bet that he couldn’t make you squirt while sitting on his face. he was not about to back down.

“shit! slow- slow down!” you cried out as you pulled on jake’s hair. he was eating you like a man starved, his tongue gliding between your folds like it was nothing. maybe you should’ve shut up earlier.

“oh please, you’d probably pass out if a girl sat on your face. i bet you couldn’t even make a girl cum, let alone squirt on your face.”

your words repeated in his head the whole time. they were his motivation, his reason for going to the lengths of doing this. he definitely took it personal this time. and now he was absolutely determined to make you cum, at the very least.

his tongue toyed with your clit, making you grip his roots a bit harder. he looked up at you with those same puppy eyes, a proud smile on his face while he ate you up. “you little shit…” you muttered through a small moan. you knew he was getting off on this. on winning.

you decided revenge would be real nice. you began to grind your pussy on his face, his sharp nose grinding against the sensitive bud. your hand in his hair was holding him from there. you were quite literally riding this man’s face. a smug smile was on your face as you looked down at him with lazy eyes.

but did you really think that would phase him?

he could almost laugh. that is, if he wasn’t too busy eating your pussy up. he let you use his face to get off. it’s as if you wanted to help him win that bet. he could feel you leaking more and more, the juices smearing on his face.

he wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you still over his mouth. his tongue began to explore every nook and cranny, traveling through every part of you. with a few bold licks to your clit and a small nip of it, your release was brought upon you.

“fuck!!” you cried out as your pussy gushed into jake’s face. he screwed his eyes shut as your release sprayed all over him, making him grin in satisfaction. he went ahead and cleaned you up with his tongue, making you immediately move away from him. you were a bit overstimulated now.

he sat up and wiped his mouth with his forearm. he had a smug smirk on his face, his expression almost irritating.

“i win.”

➯ kinktober 2024 m.list

➯ taglist : @d-dilemma (comment or msg to be added !)

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hello, about your ktober masterlist, i just wanted to ask why you put ni-ki? I mean, he's just freshly 20 and you're already writing smut for him?

hi, about this ask! i’ve already answered this question before !! in simple terms, he’s my age. as in, he’s turning 19 in two months and i’m 18. that is a normal age gap! thank u 🫶🏻

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₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡. ONE (1) NOTIFICATION FROM . . .

unlike other men on discord, yuuji itadori is a gentleman. your one and only savior, your night and shining armour. he saves you from all the disgusting shit they say about you, only to want the same thing.

( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, yuuji itadori, sexually mature. minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact & 4762 words !

╰┈➤ gamer!yuuji itadori & gamer!reader, yuuji is aged up to be in his early twenties, yuuji cums prematurely, mentions of masturbation, videotaping, teabagging, handjob, cum licking & spitting, not proofread.

( author's note. ) ive been feeling very nasty. very freaky. someone please match it and comment your feedback 😋 !!

Yuuji feels protective of you. How could he not when you're a pretty girl in a discord server predominantly for men? How could he not when he knows what the other frequent players say behind your back? Every time you make an appearance in the server as you join the game, someone's running to the private group chat to say some crude and disgusting thing they'd like to do with you. And you didn't make it any better when you finally mustered up the courage to turn your camera on for the first time, at your desk in a skimpy tank top with no bra underneath. Truly a mistake done on your part because now you have hundreds of men seeking you. 

Skin that seems to be golden no matter the lighting, and a laugh that has you showing off your pearly-whites. The way you giggle, it's sickeningly sweet and has all the other men's imagination running rampant. You've had different hairstyles over the time, but his favorite on you— the one he believes compliments you the best— are any type of braids that fall down your back. You have a power to men that you just don't understand and Yuujihas to protect that very innocent… All to himself. 

He has to call off the men when they make a sexual comment right in front of you. The perks of being a mod within the server, he's able to delete messages that he feels are unnecessary and uncalled for. He has to stand guard of you when others come off rude and way too strong. He defends you whenever needs to because he's a “gentleman” — a nickname coined onto him as members came to see Yuuji's chivalry. And if he's had it to his wit’s end, he'll raise his voice to whoever’s out on a call just to come to your rescue. 

His kindness doesn't go unnoticed either. When you've tried to speak up for yourself, he's always there and ready to take over as if he's the one being disrespected. His ears would turn pink, his face following right after and nearly matching the tone of his hair. Wide brown eyes that seem to get bigger at his passion despite his knitted eyebrows. Miraculously always there when you're online, you have your own online guardian angel looking out for you. You'd always show gratitude, thanking Yuuji for for doing what you couldn't — because he never gave you the chance. And the bystanders and lurkers who just peer in the chat wonder how naive you can be, seeing straight through the facade. 

Because while he can see what the other men say behind your back, it doesn't mean he doesn't join in from time to time, agreeing with what others have said about you. He's no better than the rest. Probably worse as he plays right in your face and he's got you right where he wants. In the palm of his hands, you're the one to make the initiative of messaging him. A simple ‘hey!’ that Yuuji is all too ecstatic to answer. Conversation flows easily between the two of you, something that Yuuji expected but never that it would go this smoothly. 

At some point, Yuuji feels like it's become genuine until his cock is hard and he can only think about taking control of you, holding your body close to his and ravishing you in a way he's sure you haven't experienced. How he vicariously fucks his fist at the mere thought of you and while he enjoys the conversations the two of you have, he's thinking with his dick first. 

How he can't stop after one round, going on until he's completely spent and his hand is covered in his seed. He's entirely too tired to clean himself up, falling asleep then and there right after. He has your photos saved to a folder he has locked away by a passcode, the simple peanuts emoji to title it. He feels guilty for it occasionally, building up this level of trust with you to go right behind your back and do this, but gosh. You're so pretty, he can't help himself. He has to have you and he'd be damned if someone else reached you before him. 

He's been awake for a couple of hours now, scrolling through his phone and constantly pulling down the notifications tab, expecting to see the Discord logo and your name on screen. However, still none. He pouts as he turns to lay on his back, rubbing out the eye crust and finally pulling his body to sit up. He's become obsessive, to the point where he grows anxious if you don't message within a certain amount of hours, always trying to tell himself that you're busy, but his irrationality speaks higher volumes than his common sense scratches at his brain. 

Climbing off the bed, he throws his phone down to try and give himself space. However, a couple of minutes have past and that thought leaves his brain as he reaches back for his phone and shoves it in his pocket. Go to the bathroom, wash his face, brush his teeth, cook breakfast and whatnot— it's a repetitive routine. After that, he'll go onto play hours of Overwatch, around the same time that you're on. He'll chat you up and get a giggle from you that he'll think about for the rest of the day until his hands are back in his pants and he's releasing a load all over his abdomen. Just like clockwork, but it's growing tiresome.

The toothpaste is foaming up in his mouth when he feels the vibration in his pocket and he's dropping his toothbrush in his sink to take it out. Just like he was hoping, a notification from discord. He grunts in disappointment, however, when it's an announcement. Shutting it off, he huffs as he continues his daily regimen. It's only a few seconds later when he feels another buzz, which he finally musters up the strength to ignore, and then the next. Then the next… 

“What the fuck?” He curses, dragging it out once more. However, before he could grumble out anything else, it's you. In an immediate change of mood, he opens up the notification. Your set of messages spilling through, starting off with your mandated nickname for him— Yuyu. 

you: heyy good morning !!

you: i remember you telling me that you're spending some time in tokyo before heading back to miyagi. 

you: im actually going to be in tokyo for a while and you're the closest friend i have in the server so…

you: so !! i think we should meet up !! 

you: if you're fine with that, that is 

His heart is beating out of his chest, pounding against it so hard, he feels as though he's going to throw up. “Shit,” he curses. This is all he's ever wanted— the chance to meet up, to see you in person, to finally… to finally make you his. He's come to talk to himself, loudly celebrating to himself as he's completely excited. The idea of seeing you in person is coming closer to becoming a reality. However, it can't become one if he forgets to respond in all his excitement. 

The yellow crescent moon is still up on the corner of your profile picture, waiting for his response. Yuuji tries to calm his breathing, puffing in and out as he's typing out furiously.

yuuji: of course! 

yuuji: just let me know when you'll be down and we can see which date works best

Not too long after are you typing out a response, sharing the same amount of glee if not more. Yuuji has to set down his phone to contain his excitement, ignoring the further buzzing as he gets himself under control as it all becomes too surreal. Putting everything back in place, Yuuji leans against the sink as he processes everything, a fantasy soon becoming a reality. 

The two of you get closer in that time period, seemingly unseparable as you both keep each other up at ungoldy hours. Video chatting and taking voice calls whenever there’s an opportunity. Yuuji was ecstatic to see your reaction to him buy you a nitro membership, getting to be able to see your eyebrows furrow in confusion before pure excitement and delight greets your face. How you squeal as you rush to try out emojis you never had access to outside servers.

“I could kiss you right now, Yuyu! You have no idea!” That sends him over the edge as his cheeks are tinted pink and he questions why he didn’t do it anytime sooner. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he brushes off the gesture as if it were nothing. However, inside his head, he can’t help but think that he’s got you tied around his finger now— tighter than ever. 

—

You were so confident in yourself weeks prior to this, bravely asking Yuuji if the two of you can finally meet in person. However, now that you’re finally standing outside of the door to this restaurant, you feel your heart inside your throat, pulsing loudly in your ear and your hands are shaking. You’ve always been warned about the people you’ve met online, getting the lessons and lectures of predators and those lurking deep within the shadows. You’ve always been careful and tedious with who you trust and befriend, especially in a server dominated of guys— something you should’ve left a long time ago.

You remember filling out a little introduction template, placing your pronouns as she/her and being immediately bombarded with lonely and misogynistic men responding to you— either with a sexual innuendo or a rude remark. Truthfully, you were planning on muting the entire server and just lurking in to receive tips and hacks to get through Overwatch, but there was this one mod. There was just this one moderator that striked your attention away from the rest, putting the members back into place and giving you a proper greeting. He made you check in more frequently and try to partake in all the action of the large server.

You grew accustomed to the harrassment and the disrespect, ignoring it when it wasn’t a battle you wanted to fight and when it was, he always seemed to be there. Always ready at your defense, standing guard for you. He made everything more bareable and gave you the courage to reach out to him. 

Yuuji was a sweetheart, easy to talk to and a “comedic genius” according to himself. You look forward to talking with him and he made your heart flutter. The moment he accepted to meet up with you, there was a shift as the two of you became flirtatious with each other. Jokes would become more sexual and video calls would become longer. It came to the point where you would squeeze your legs together, arousal pooling onto your cotton panties. There would be nights where your hands traveled under your nightgown to rid yourself of the sexual tension building up.

And now that you’re standing at this door, blocking people from entering, you wonder if he won’t like you in person, that it was all just fun and games and that he really didn’t like you like that. 

“Are you going inside or not?” The annoyed voice of a stranger finally snaps you outside of your mind, giving you the strength to finally swing the door open, looking behind you to apologize.

“Sorry!” you apologize sheepishly. Entering the restaurant, it puts you at ease as the cold air hugs you tightly in contrast to the heat outside. The dark interior and the dim warm lights are inviting to you, always preferring it over the colorful. You start fiddling with your fingers as you move out the way for more guests to enter, trying to scan the area for Yuuji. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers, and he had messaged you, saying that he had already arrived. It isn’t until you’re seeing a head full of pink that you finally make the connection and walk in his direction.

“Yuuji!” you call his name, approaching the table to see him turn in his seat at the booth. His eyes lighten up and your heart skips a beat. 

He looks even better in person.

She’s more beautiful in person.

Yuuji’s too quick to jump out his seat, banging his knee against the table and causing the silverware to jump. Calling attention to the both of you, people start looking his way. In embarrassment, Yuuji apologizes to those around him, his face heated up. You can’t help but giggle as you pull him for a hug. “It feels so good to finally meet you.”

Him in your warm embrace, it feels comfortable to hold him like this. It feels too natural, as though the two of you had been long-time friends already. His grip tightens on you as he inhales your scent, a fruity fragrance coming off of you and Yuuji has to pull himself away before he feels himself harden in his pants. “Same!” he beams. “Gosh, I was nervous the entire way here. I thought I was gonna throw up!”

“Me, too!” You laugh. “I was legit standing outside the door right now, panicking my ass off—”

You both spend two hours in the restaurant before leaving, venturing Tokyo together as you look through the stores and places for things to do. You window shop, but Yuuji spends the money he’s been saving up on you despite your constant refusal. Throughout the day, he’s been daring. He grazes his hand against yours to test the waters before holding it. He stands too close behind you and gently grabs at your waist. He finally takes it a step further to touch your ass ever so tenderly in the dress you’re wearing. You’re not the naive fool people make you out to be, noticing it all but playing it off as if you didn’t. That familiar coil in your stomach returns as your arousal seeps through your panties. You’ve learned to control your breathing in the hours you spend together. 

The sky gets darker and the temperature gets cooler. You’re starting to yawn and your feet’s aching. Yuuji can tell that you’ve had enough as the two of you head to the nearest train station. 

“Are you staying at a hotel?” he asks, looking at the map against the tiled wall, trying to figure out the direction the two of you should head in. “I can go with you and make sure you head back safe.”

“Yeah,” you tell him the hotel name. He takes the lead, directing you through the heavy flow of people. He holds onto your hand tightly, pulling you through the traffic and making sure you never leave his sight. He’s grown more confident, when you’re on the train, he pulls you against him as his hands wrap around your waist. He keeps you still so you won’t squirm, your behind pressing against him and he can only hope his erection isn’t too evident in his jeans. And when you’re both out the station, he stays close to you at the dead of night until you’re checking into your room. 

Yuuji watches you swipe the key card as he’s trying to think of a way to convince you to let him inside. However, when you swing the door open, you’re still standing there after dropping your belongings by the door. “I had a good time today.”

“I did, too,” he smiles. “I’m happy we finally got to meet. It’s nice to see your face off camera.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I got a clearer vision to dream about now.”

It catches him off guard, his tongue tied and he can only manage to choke out a laugh. “That’s a good one! Can’t believe I didn’t think of that one. Well, I’ve gotta—”

“Stay!” you exclaim, reaching for his hand when he takes a step back. Both of your eyes widen, you moreso out of embarrassment and him, shock. “I mean… It’s getting late and I’d feel like crap if something were to happen to you. You should stay for the night.”

He nods, one foot inside your hotel room. “Yeah, you’re right. I should.”

—

“Fuck,” Yuuji curses the moment his underwear drops, cock springing free. He’s flushed, sitting on the edge of the bed as you’re on your knees. His legs tap against the floor in anticipation as you’re centimeters away from his length. Heart panging against his chest, precum continues to leak as the cold air of the hotel room kisses his tip. His mushroom head angry in color as a vein pulses down his rusty pink shaft. 

Your gaze is transfixed on his length, your plump lips watering at the sight before you. He’s thick with a good length to him. His erection falls to his stomach as he’s slouched back on the bed, twitching every so often as it begs and calls for attention. His balls hang, heavy and fat as they rest in between his thighs. You have run your hand up and down his legs to calm his restless tapping, fingertips traveling from his ankle to reach into the curls of his happy trail, a few shades darker than the hair on his head. 

The sight before you has you weak. How he’s desperate for your touch and waiting for you to do something. Slowly do you spreak his legs and unconscious does he inch closer to you, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. The veins in his arms portrude as he holds up his weight. He feels vulnerable, thinking that all this time when he got you to himself, he’d be the one in control. However, he’s putty right now and his mind is a scrambled mess, the only thing coherent is his want for you. 

“Shit,” he curses once more. “Come on, (Y/N). Do something.”

“I will,” you huff. “Be patient! ‘M just admiring the view for a bit.”

You’re out of your dress and have rid yourself of your bra, your knees already starting to ache against the tiled floor as you’re slotted in between Yuuji’s legs. Your breasts hang, dark nipples pert and puckered as they shiver for a dollop of affection. They need Yuuji’s lips, you can’t help but think. That’s what they need. 

You let out a shaky breath as your slick continues to leak, your panties too soaked to contain it anymore as you feel a wet heat in between your thighs, causing them to stick. You don’t quite understand why you’re holding yourself back. After all, you’re the one who initiated all of this. You’re the one who wanted to meet up, you’re the one who invited him to stay the night, you’re the one who made the first move— kissing him abruptly the moment he stepped out the door.

Poor Yuuji didn’t have a chance to fully process before your hands snaked around his neck. However, once he did, a moan was pulled from his lips as he bucked his hips right into you. His hands didn’t quite know where to go, planting it on your hips before you pulled away to lead them to grab your ass. “Felt you trying to cop a feel all day…” you breathed. “Felt your erection on me on the train. Don’t be scared now.”

His face got embarrassingly red as he felt like the roles had always been reversed. He always told himself that he would be the one to trap you, but he feels like that you’ve been weaving this web all along. However, he has no time to get insecure when your lips are back on him as you’re pushing him to the bed. 

Your tongue lulls out, your spit shinning under the light as you drag it against Yuuji’s inner thigh. You can taste his sweat as he shudders, the salted taste traveling up to his balls. You inhale his scent, a fine line between musk and a generic brand of whatever bar soap he uses. You hum and the vibrations of it makes his cock twitch and his breathing all the more heavy. “C’mon, (Y/N)...”

Your tongue flattens, touching the crevice between the base of his cock and his balls. One long stripe from the bottom to the tip of the mushroom, swirling your tongue around the head before pulling away completely. He whines, not liking the provocation until he feels your hand cupping his balls. He curls up his fists, pushing into the bed as he’s always been overtly sensitive there, more than other men. 

You fondle them, squeezingly gently on the skin as one of your hands snake down to dip inside your panties. Your middle finger gliding in between your sticky folds, feeling the patch of wetness against the crotch of your panties before you pinch your clit. Your head dips even lower, tugging at Yuuji’s thigh for him to get even closer to the edge of the bed. Balls hanging more freely, your shoulders get under his legs as your mouth opens to suck one in. Saliva pools from inside your mouth, building up more to lubricate them. All throughout, you moan shamelessly as Yuuji’s trying to hold back.

“Oh, God!” he gasps, head peering down at you to watch you suckle on his balls. “You’re gonna kill me.” You’re staring right back as you watch his face twist and contort. Adjusting his position, Yuuji uses faith to hold him up as one hand comes to wrap around his cock, a deep need for more. 

Your fingers continue to guide against your folds, your juices staining your digits as your eyes shut in delight. Every so often do you hear Yuuji call out your name, telling you how he feels so good. Pumping his cock, he can feel how close he is to releasing. He should be ashamed for how quick it approaches, but his mind is too fogged and selfish to care. His legs tense up as he continues fucking his fist through it before choking out your name. “Bout to fuckin’ cum.”

You release his balls with a pop, a string of saliva following as your next free hand comes to take control. Moving his hand away, you move your hand languidly and with a sense of vigour in a determination to get Yuuji to cum. A band snaps in his stomach before he’s aware and thick spurts of cum coat your hand and some splattering onto your face. His chest rises and falls before calming down, eyes becoming heavy as he looks down at you— you pretty little thing. 

His release gave him a boost of energy, bringing his confidence back up as he grabs your hand. You don’t register what he’s about to do, just watching him take your hand. It’s all sticky and messy from his orgasm, all because of him. He opens his mouth, tongue lulling out as he licks it all clean. Tasting himself, like he’s done times before, when he’s all clean he grabs your face. He squeezes your cheeks and he doesn’t have to tell you to open up. He spits his load into your mouth and you eagerly swallow it, pupils dilating and heavy with lust. 

You don’t waste a second to get back on your feet, crawling on top of the bed to hover over Yuuji. Fixing each other’s positions, you’re stradling his lap before pulling him into a deep kiss. When you pull away, your eyes are lust-blown. “That was so fucking hot!” you exclaim. 

Tongues colliding once more, you swallow each other’s moans. Hands roaming each other’s body, Yuuji rids you of your panties, his digits feeling your puffy folds and just the mess you’ve made in between them. You buck your hips into him for more friction, mewling out as you can feel his cock against your leg. He changes both of your positions, now on top with you.

He feels himself running out of breath at this time and moment, everything feels unreal. The amount of times people have tried to lay claim on you, fighting for your attention and all that he had to do was show that he was a decent human being. He’s always told himself, convinced himself, that once he got to fuck you, that there’d be no more. However, you’re a drug to him now and he’s addicted off of his first hit. 

However, he still wants to lay his claim, wanting to boast about having you. The idea comes to him in the spir of the moment, getting you on all fours as you look back at him, his length kissing at your entrance. You’re waiting expectantly and despite such a vulgar position with your pussy out and glistening for him, your eyes still shine with an innocence to them. He glides his cock between your ass cheeks before he’s leaning over to the night stand and reaching for his phone. He grabs it up and pulls out the camera, turning it to video.

You don’t protest, simply wiggling your ass against him as you grow impatient. He starts the video the moment his tip intrudes your tight space, drawing a moan from your lips. He curses as he tries to keep the camera steady, but to no avail. He wants all of his hands on you while he fucks you into the mattress. He leans against you, invading your walls in a matter of moments as he props the phone against the pillows, managing to get both you and him at a proper angle. You call out his name as he fills you up to the brink, your braids falling in front of your face as you suck him in.

“C’mon,” he whispers. “Show them just who’s fucking you.”

It’s caught on video, your wanton moans crying out Yuuji’s name. How you bite your lip as you whine and whimper out the coarse pleasure erupting through your body. You tighten and clench around his cock and Yuuji’s got the strength to hold back from releasing in you too early this time. His thrusts are languid and fueled with motion. The air is filled with the sound of your wet pussy being fucked, the two of you moaning and crying out from the ecstacy. 

It’s delicious how your back arches and how you’re losing balance, arms to exhausted to hold you up any longer. As his phone keeps recording, it captures how your face is in between the pillows as your hands find home right back at your clit as Yuuji plunges into you. Your sensitive nipples rub against the comforter as your body rocks, continously overstimulating you. You’re rubbing circles into your clit as Yuuji leans down to whisper in your ear. “Tell them who’s got you. Tell them that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you squeak proudly. “I’m all Yuuji’s.”

He kisses down on your neck, still thrusting into you viscerally as he breathes, “All mine.”

He grabs the camera when you announce that you’re about the cum, aiming it right where his cock meets your pussy. Maintaining the same rhythm, when you release, it captures how you paint his cock white— your nectar creamy and dripping down onto the sheets. He chases after his own orgasm, hearing how your moans get more high-pitched as you become sensitive. When he twitches inside you, you’re reaching behind you to halt him from removing himself. “Cum inside. Need you to cum inside me.”

Gosh, you’re such a temptress. He listens to what you say, his seed spurting inside you, thick and plentiful just as before. You sing out in satisfaction as your body calms, feeling how he fills you to the brim. His arm wraps around you, pulling you up as you lazily lean against him. The phone’s in front of your face as he kisses you all over. “Smile for the camera.”

Still inside you, you’re still moving and bouncing on his cock. Your pussy spent, but crying out for more. You obey his word, eyes heavy in exhaustion as you smile. He ends the video right there as you beg him for another round. Still hard inside you, he fixes you on your back. He doesn’t think he could ever say no to you. 

Later that night, you lay against his chest as you watch him hop into discord, entering a private group chat. You don’t question any of it, not when he pulls up the video of you two. Clicking on it, he sends it without another word, turning off his notifications the moment it properly sends.

( author's note. ) had to stop and scream every so often lolz.

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𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘

A/n: For all my weird tumblr smut AO3 girls Synopsis: No one expects the weird girl to have such a good pussy. Warnings: Male whimpering, squirting, pussy drunk men, pervert y/n, unprotected sex

No one suspects the weird girl to be a perverted fiend.

No one suspects the weird girl who reads AO3 and Tumblr on the bus and has key chains of their favorite chibi anime guy. No one suspects the girl who fumbles over their words during a presentation, the girl who goes to classes in sweaters and sweatpants, the girl who spends her time daydreaming about fictional scenarios. No one suspects the girl who always seems shy and sweet, only to have a secret stash of explicit fanfiction hidden on her phone, the kind that would make even the most confident person turn red.

And of course, no one expects the weird girl to have such good pussy.

So when the confident, smooth-talking guy gets you in his bedroom, how the hell is it possible that he is trembling from pleasure just from slipping his tip in?

"Fuck, I c-can’t—" he groans, his voice breaking as he stumbles over the words. His usual cool demeanor is completely shattered, replaced with breathless gasps and desperate sounds. His head is thrown back, neck taut, and his eyes are screwed shut like he’s trying to hold onto every ounce of composure, terrified that if he opens them, the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him will slip away. Every time your pussy squeezes around his aching dick his body trembles uncontrollably, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves as he tries to keep himself together.

"Look at me," you coo, your voice steady despite the pounding of your own heart. You may be practically a virgin, but you're by no means an idiot. Hours of reading smut, scrolling through Twitter porn threads, and indulging in endless fantasies have taught you more than you'd ever admit. You've spent too many nights alone, lost in stories and scenes where you imagined yourself in control, learning every filthy detail in your mind until it felt like second nature. So now, laying here with him unraveling over you, you're anything but inexperienced.

He locks eyes with you, big and desperate and you cup his perfect face with trembling hands.

"You're mine tonight ok?" you whisper, bringing him in just enough for your breath to tickle his lips, your voice low and dripping with confidence you didn't know you had. "Every sound, every breath—your mine."

"F-fuck, y-yeah I'm yours" he groans, accentuating his words with a sharp thrust right into your cervix, knocking the wind out of you.

"Mmm!" You cry. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides in and out of you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock. Instinctively, you're cunt squeezed around the foreign intrusion, trying to push it out, making him let out a low groan of his own as he thrusts even deeper into you. 

“Y/n I-I can feel you doing it to me,” he says hoarsely.

His fingers gently press into the skin of your hip, guiding and steadying you as he pulls back and thrusts into you. The sudden friction and collision with your G-spot makes your brain go fuzzy. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as he rams into you.

"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he backed his hips up.

Simultaneously, his other hand sought yours, finding it with a purposeful tenderness. His fingers intertwined with yours, locking them together in a grip that was both a clasp and a caress.

"Were we doing it like this in your head baby?" He grunts, his Adam apple bobs as he groans from the pleasure of how fucking heavenly your pussy feels. "Because this is how we were doing it in mine." He felt good? Try euphoric. How could it be possible that pussy feels this good?

You can't even open your mouth to respond. The friction of his dick against your walls is just too good and as his pace intensified, a dizzying warmth spread through you, filling every corner of your being with a euphoric haze. The sensation of being completely enveloped, utterly connected, sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through your body, making your eyes flutter and roll back slightly in sheer bliss. Every motion he makes, every time his fat tip collides with your cervix, leaves behind a trail of sparkling heat that seems to light you from within.

And of course, no one expects the weird girl to be a squirter.

You don't know whats happening and you don't have enough to warn him. Release washed over you in an all-encompassing wave, radiating out from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It swept through you like a storm, leaving a trail of starbursts in its wake. Your body arched instinctively, clinging to him as the wave crested, then gently, slowly, began to ebb.

He stills his motion and watches through wide eyes as clear liquid sprays onto his abdomen and you tremble and moan. As you floated back down from the heights of bliss, your breath came easier, softer, the lingering aftershocks of pleasure pulsing gently through you.

"Why did you stop?" You whisper.

Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

#weirdgirlpussy

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dreamin’ bout you

kinktober 2024 !! day four : wet dreams

pairing : kamo choso x fem!reader

summary : what does choso do when he’s sick of having wet dreams about you and not being able to get the real thing? we answer that in this fic!

wc : 340+

warning : SMUT (mdni), mentions of masturbation, p in v, subby!choso for a split second tbh, not proofread

notes : chosochospccjosochoso LOVEEEEEE HIM i will always go back to u pookums shookums also i went to my ex situationships house today his mom loves me but holy shit yall ever have a rly bad moment of weakness? i wrote this choso fic to cope. like on the spot. sorry yall enjoy

this has been happening for way too long.

images of you flash through choso’s mind. when he sleeps, all he sees is you. whether he’s kissing you or fucking you, it’s just you.

it always leads to him fisting himself stupid. he doesn’t stop until he feels like his dick is really about to burst and not in a good way. you’re just so damn addicting to him. he needs the real thing. he needs you.

maybe he shouldn’t have called you so late at night. he thought it wasn’t the best idea to call and say that he needed you urgently. that he’d die if you weren’t on his dick. but you definitely weren’t any better for going along with it.

“you need me that bad? really? maybe i should just let you take care of it on your own.” you’d teased him with a laugh. that led to him immediately begging and whining for you to stop fucking around. for you to come over and just do him a favor. just this time.

and that’s what led to you on his bed, letting him plow into you. he had his hands on your thighs to keep them apart. his cock pistoned in and out of you, throwing you for a fucking spin. choso’s moans along with your own mixed in the silence of the night.

he couldn’t believe he was finally acting out his dreams. he finally got what he wanted: your pussy. “thank you- fuck… thank you so much…” he moaned out, his head hung from how fucked out he was. his sharp eyes focused on the way you sucked him in.

you couldn’t even respond to him from how intense everything felt. for a half curse, he definitely fucked a lot better than any human you’d been with. you chalked it up to his desperation. he reached the deepest parts of you, making you writhe under him in pleasure.

“you should dream about me more often.” you stuttered through whimpers and choso’s harsh thrusts. and honestly? choso couldn’t agree more.

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again?

kinktober 2024 !! day three : pegging

pairing : sub!lee heeseung x dom!reader

summary : pegging your strictly dom!boyfriend for the first time <3

wc : 500+

warnings : SMUT (mdni), pegging, anal sex, first time bottoming, not proofread

notes : let me cook.

heeseung never considered himself a bottom. he was a top, through and through. so just imagine his shock when you suggested pegging the man. he stared at you with his big, wide eyes.

“you mean… you want me to take it up the ass?” he asked with disbelief in his voice. he knew you were the type to explore different kinks, he just hadn’t expected this. you nodded with a small smile. “why not? guys feel super good when they have something stimulate their prostate. besides, pegging is hot. if you don’t want to, we don’t have to try.”

he was tempted to say no. he knew he could and that you wouldn’t judge him. but a small and loud part of him begged him to try it. just once.

and that’s how he ended up with his legs spread, his feet up, and with you fucking him with your strap.

your lubed strap slid in and out of him. now he knew that you definitely weren’t lying when you said it’d feel good. it felt like heaven. his moans sounded heavenly too.

“feelin’ good, baby?” you asked softly, the plastic cock prodding against his walls. he nodded eagerly at your question. breathy whines escaped him every other second. he felt like he was in the clouds and you were an angel.

heeseung didn’t realize how cute he looked. his sweaty bangs pressed against his forehead, his chest rising and falling faster than ever, his cock leaking from the immense pleasure. he was a painting.

your thrusts sped up from the sight of him. you were determined to make him feel good, make him cum till all he could think about was you. heeseung threw his head back at the velocity and cried out in pleasure. it was almost too much.

he could feel himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm. his cock twitched in pure desperation. chants of your name began to slip from his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the pleasure. the small chants of your name slowly turned into blabbering.

somewhere along his nonsense, he began to chant something else. “cum- mmm- cummiiing… gonna cum…” he blabbered out. he was absolutely fucked out at this point. a thin layer of sweat covered his face, he has drool running down the side of his face, and his cockhead was almost red from his bad he wanted to cum.

you decided to indulge him in his orgasm. your hand wrapped around his cock with the idea of stroking him to completion. but just the feeling of your hand on him and your relentless thrusts made him spill all over your hand. his whines became full blown moans and cries of your name.

you still stroked him slowly, helping him come down from his orgasm. he took deep breaths and looked up at you with watery eyes. his eyes looked foggy. it made you want to fuck him stupid again. “please, again?” he asked meekly, his watery eyes meeting yours this time.

and how could you say no to those eyes?

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Megumi, at Gojo's funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone: Of course. They leave Megumi, leaning over Gojo′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Gojo: Yeah, no shit.

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fine china. megumi f.

megumi who doesnt even care to tell you to be quiet when his dads home because he hates him just that much.

“toji definitely heard that one..”

“y—our dads he-re?!”

you squealed out in surprise as your hands reached to grab and pull at megumis wrists, but he in no way tried to silence you, instead just fucking you a little rougher.

with your brows furrowed, you reached your arm down to push at his pelvis, he hit it from the side and pushed your arm away. megumi looked down at you through the strands of his currently loose hair.

you couldn’t even believe the audacity out of megumi, to have sex— let alone having it be loud sex with his dad in the house is insane! why didn’t he say his dad was here after you’d been yelling this whole time?!

swiftly after that you brought your fingers up to your lips to try and silence yourself, only just now noticing you were the only one moaning full out.

“why didn’t you tell me gumi!—i was s’ loudddd!”

he kept a straight face and stayed focused at his task at hand, the exact opposite of your immediate panic as you started whispering, even if it was late in the night you still worried about if his dear old dad would wake up and hear the two of you, what a sweet considerate little thing he had.

“fuck him.. s’ not botherin’ me”

you gasped over dramatically as you grabbed at his comforter beneath you, suddenly the music playing in the background didn’t seem to cover your moans, and you’re pretty sure his mom can hear you!

your whole body started to heat up as you felt yourself become flustered, moans and whines slipping from your throat as megumi pushed one of your legs back by your ankle, holding it tightly and out of his way.

blondieeu xx