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ᥫ᭡ ─ CAN’T TAKE IT! ⸝⸝ multi.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ getō, gojo, toji, nanami, choso x f!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ how they react to you “running” from them when it becomes too much to handle.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 0.9k wc. pwp. separate smut. twitter p*rn. cervix fucking. belly bulging. size difference. dacryphilia. degrading (w/ gojo). spanking (w/ getō + toji). hair pulling (w/ toji). choking (w/ choso). big mean men with big fat cocks. (17+).

ᥫ᭡ ─ suguru getō !

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getō is so mean and cocky about it :( he knows he has a fat cock and he knows how his cock is too big for your little cunt to handle all in one go, so he enjoys bullying your poor little pussy with a smirk till your begging for him to slow down..

⤷ a stinging swat cracks down onto your aching ass that already welts with large and cruel handprints, “what did i tell you about doing that?” getō grunts, clipping his hands around your sides to reel you back against him, again, in just the span of five minutes, “hm? use your words baby.” he sneers, forcing your hips against his till the hard flushed crown of his cock kisses your soft spot, kissing your sensitive cervix.

“you.. you said to s-stop runnin’ from you.” you hiccup. “then why do you keep doin’ that, huh?” getō knows exactly why, knowing how his cock ravages your poor and abused insides at each long, deep, and languid stroke he plunges with, but he just wants to hear it babble out from your mouth for his own pleasure, “because! y’know you're too big to be going that fast!” you whine out, chest heaving and heart thumping against your ribs at the hefty feel of his heavy cock jerking and throbbing deep inside of you.

“you're really whiney tonight, y’know..” you feel getō’s hand soothe down your soft mound of flesh, wisping gentle fingers against that sensitive skin that quivers, “‘n y’know how i feel about that mouth of yours babbling out excuses rather than just listening.” another mean strike connects roughly against your skin, feeling it begin to itch at the stinging contact as getō pulls his hips back in sync, ready to clash with yours, and with a smirk resting at his lips, already hearing you draw out a whine for mercy..

ᥫ᭡ ─ satoru gojo !

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gojo’s ego could only shoot up so high when you're clinging at the sheets for your dear life for the way he bullies your little pussy. he can't help it either :| he can't help but watch you tremble beneath him with wary eyes as a plea to slow down, only to be met with cruel whispers and chuckles at your weakness..

⤷ “better take this cock like a good little slut,” just the second of trying to pop off his cock and hands flinging back to nudge at his abdomen, gojo’s larger hands are already swatting yours away and raking down your sides to reel you back in, “i said to take it, not run from it.” he jeers.

and gojo’s thrusts only get cruel at each plea you let out; each rough buck of his hips clashing with yours shooting you into a deeper reverie, falling almost entirely limp at the way he uses your sopping little pussy, using you till your shaking in his hands like a ragdoll. he can't help it either, adoring the way you stuff your weeping face into the fluff pillows, little hands clinging to the sheets as a safe haven, and feet softly trying to kick away the pain of delicious and debleating pleasure.

“begging for this cock all day like a little fuckin’ whore,” the way his cock jabs up and against your tummy sports a pretty bulge of his thick print pistoning in and out of you at each long stroke he sharply plunges in with, “now your tryna run from it,” he tch’s, almost laughing at the way you shiver and squirm below him, almost wanting to mock the way you cry out how it's too much, but only a silent editorial falls through, “such a whore, can't even take cock, pathetic..”

ᥫ᭡ ─ toji fushiguro !

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toji is a big ol’ bully :( he fucks his fat cock so deep into your abused little cunt till you start to cry, till little tears cling at your lashes just for him to only mock you. mimic your words like a mean ol’ bully would :( he’ll even watch you hiccup till you settle down with a stern, annoyed look on his face just for him to do it all again..

⤷ “the fuck you runnin’ for? huh?” a guttural growl scratches at toji’s throat raw, annoyed, again, that you keep whining and thrusting upwards and away from his cock that buries deep into your little cunt, “get your ass back here.” with his draw of words, a sharp prick lands against the curve of your ass, and it's cruel, feeling his callused fingers drag along your skin till it raked with his print, even feeling the cold wedding band around his finger drag against you.

“‘s too much t-toji—!” your agonized plea that falters into the many pillows your face is flushed into gets strained from your throat, ripping a cry to fumble through when his hand clipped through your hair, pulling from the thick roots.

“aww, what's that? you said ‘s too much?” he mocks, almost chuckling at the way you nod in mercy, “too bad. you're a big girl so take this fuckin’ cock like one.” the sharp buck of his strong hips clashing against yours forces your body to jolt upward at the rough contact, almost knocking the air out your heaving lungs, feeling how his heavy cock stuffs your gummy walls to the hilt, how you can feel it bulge against your insides, feeling the fat crown of his cock kissing your cervix when he picks back up his mean rhythm..

ᥫ᭡ ─ kento nanami !

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nanami is so gentle and patient with you, even when he grunts a little for having to pull you back against him.. but that doesn't stop him from soothing you, rubbing your tummy that bulges with the thick print of his cock, soothing your flushed face that pearls with beads of sweat and salty tears, and making you cry because it gets too much to handle for your little cunt to take :(..

⤷ “it's alright sweetheart, you can take it,” nanami seats you back onto him, grasping a vice around the dip of your hips to hold you down, “take your time, you can do it.” he feels you shaking above him, legs trembling and back curling forward in defeat.

“kento i cant— it's too much, i can't..” you whimper, clammy hands clinging to his broad shoulders as a safe haven, and the teary look you give him in failure makes him sigh heavily, “yes you can,” your eyes lighten, batting up to his in plea as he sits there, cock throbbing deep in your gummy walls, “don't look at me like that and get to it.” he's not asking anymore, hearing the way his demand rolled off his tongue like a sharp blade scratching at your ears.

“but—” “no. you take it or do i need to do all the work?” nanami’s grip around you tightens, almost pricking his clipped nails into your fevered skin. you quickly swallow down your pitty, knowing, either way, you weren't going to get your way. and knowing you can't take his cock when you're riding him like this, but you can take your time, unlike when he's in control.. and he knows that too. so, you press your shaky legs upwards and plop back down against him, filling yourself up with the fat of his cock..

ᥫ᭡ ─ choso !

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his grip gets cruel :( his big callused hands clip around your sides and throat so roughly and firm you can't move, not even a nudge, but only bounce along with the hard thrusts of his hips clashing with yours :( choso just wants you to be a big girl for him..

⤷ “move again,” choso was quick to wrap his long, slender fingers around your throat that bobs in sync with your hiccups, “‘n watch what happens.” his threat is cruel to your ears, making your heart swell in defeat, and forcing yourself to settle below him, to open your shaky legs back up and swallow down your hiccups.

he waits and watches you with hooded eyes, they're murky, clouded, and filled with ecstasy but drilled with annoyance from your stubbornness, “you done?” he asks, almost as if he's playing a cruel game with you because his mean grip around your throat only tightens at his question. hardly the smallest of squeaks falter from between your lips as you try to answer, but the crush to your windpipe is forcing otherwise, almost as if he's tired of hearing you whine.. so, you nod your head in response.

“good girl.” choso draws his hips back, angling himself just right to pump up his thick cock back into you, to fill you back up and watch you squirm at the debleating pleasure rising at your tummy. and as soon as he picks back up his rhythm, your shaky hands are already trying to push him away, pressing the tips of your fingers against his abdomen, feeling the tense muscles flex beneath the pads of your fingers, “knock it off,” his free hands swats yours away, “just a little longer, okay? you think you can do that?” he knows he's lying..

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"I can change him" bitch why, hes the perfect menace to society and i love that

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VENUS IM SCREAMING

No thoughts just mean dabi with bunny girl

Notes: finally got an idea for this request so bon apetit

Warnings: prostitution, degradation, daddy kink, breeding.

Dabi x bunny hybrid f!Reader

"You've seriously never heard of the place?" Tomura questions, watching on as Dabi rolls his eyes as if he's bored of the question. He's overcompensating, Tomura thinks, like he's ashamed that he had no knowledge of the place that the rest of the leagues males seemed familiar with.

"Spit it out would ya? What's the deal?" Dabi groans.

"Ya think he'd like it? Of course he would, he's a whore! Pardon me, that was rude..." Twice battles with himself as he tries to focus on explaining the establishment in question to Dabi. "There's somethin' for everyone, ya know?"

"Puppy girls, cat girls, sheep girls." Mr Compress lists.

"Cow girls."

"Bunny girls,"

"Oh yeah, fuck. The bunny girls, they're the best. They fuck like crazy and they're always so cute and pliant. They'll do whatever the fuck you want no matter how depraved." Tomura smirks. "You haven't lived til you've fucked a hybrid, and that place has them all."

"Well... I guess we're due a boys night out, huh?" Dabi smiles.

It's obvious that the place is pretty high profile and for rich patrons only. Which is very convenient for the league these days. They don't particularly care where the money comes from, as long as you've got it. It would be easy for them to take advantage of the girls inside by waiting in an alleyway for them and pouncing, but doing what they do inside of the establishment somehow makes the experience better.

Dabi hates it, instantly. He didn't know what he was expecting but it wasn't quite this. Hybrid girls sectioned off with their own kind like animals in a zoo. His colleagues however were clearly excited to get their grubby hands on the talent. Apparently they were all eager to try a new hybrid tonight. Jin found himself with a sweet looking sheep girl while Atsuhiro sat by kitty hybrid.

"I recommend her," Shigaraki said. Dabi's eyes followed where Shigaraki was pointing. "I swear she fucks like no one else in the place. And it's a great time to do it, I'm pretty sure she's in heat."

"Hmm, she's hot, I'll give her that much."

Shigaraki wasted no time in calling you over. He's one of your favourite clients, but you're certain you've never seen his friend before. You begin sauntering towards them. Dabi grins as he watches you work the room. You're a professional, it's clear. You love your job because you love to fuck. You love big scary men from all walks of life fucking you like you're doing and satisfying your desires. It makes you happy knowing you have regulars who can't stay away and you feel even better seeing that your services are being recommended.

You really do love your job.

"Take care of my friend tonight," Shigaraki tells you as he forces a fat wad of cash into your hands, "he's never fucked a hybrid before so show him a good time."

You nod, taking his hand and leading Dabi to a private room. You get the feeling he's never had to pay for it before and it's a little out of his comfort zone. But it's fine. You don't think it's anything to be ashamed of. Some people have a particular fetish and it's obvious that he is doing nothing more than dipping his toes in the water of hybrids.

"My friend seems to think you're in heat sweetheart, that true?" he wonders.

"I am," you admit, softly pushing him backwards until he's sitting comfortably on the gentle mattress, "'m so needy, need to be filled. Help me..."

Dabi eagerly pops the buttons on his jeans and frees his aching length, playing with himself and giving you a little show. The way you salivate doesn't go unnoticed as you ogle his manhood.

"Better sit that bunnycunt on my cock then, babe."

It's usually a rule that you don't fuck your clients raw. Even when you're desperate to be bred you manage to fight off your urges when you're working.

"God that little asshole was right, I'm fuckin' addicted." he moans while you bounce quickly on his thick cock. "Such a slut, god you're fuckin' filthy. Aren'tcha, hah? Tell me what a dirty whore you are."

"'m a dirty whore, D-Dabi. 'm a dirty fuckin' whore f'you." you moan, unable to contain your volume to a respectable level. You feel like the pair of you are shaking the entire room and making enough noise to shatter the windows. "T-Take the condom off, p-please. Need to be filled! Need it s'bad Dabi-!"

The transition is seamless. You're pushed away from him and you hear rubber snap against him before you're being dropped back onto his length once more. He fucks up into you harder than he had been before. It's like he was taking it easy on you on purpose. He wanted to give you a taste before he gave you the real raw feeling of what he could do.

"Slut. D'ya fuck everyone with no condom on?" he grunts, his cockhead kissing your cervix ruthlessly. He knows he won't get much of an answer while he's fucking your little bunny brains stupid. Your tongue lolls out and you're drooling all over yourself and him. What a gorgeous sight. "Or are ya tryna trap me. Huh? Wanna make me a fuckin' daddy so you can have this cock whenever you fucking want?"

"Uh-huh! D-Daddy... Wanna have y-your babies! Breed me, please! Nngghh-!" the thought of being stuffed and swollen, finally, is the final ideation to bring you to your knees. Your pussy spasms and your thighs twitch embarrassingly. You're not sure you've ever been fucked so perfectly in your life.

A few more thrusts and he's granting you your wish. Will he come to regret it when the post-orgasm bliss wears off? Absolutely. But while you're taking him so perfectly and begging for his cum and can't bring himself to care. He cums noisily as the last band of resolve snaps within him. Grunting, hissing, moaning. It's gorgeous. You can feel his sperm flood your insides.

You catch your breath, eyes uncrossing before deciding you need to fuck him again. You begin to rise and fall on his softening cock once more. He grits his teeth, gasping as you try and fuck his overstimulated cock. Surely you can't want to go again so soon, can you?

You're in heat. Of course you want to go again. Although your pussy is freshly bred, there's no telling whether it'll work from one load alone. You need more. More cum. More fucking. More him.

"Filthy slut, alright baby," Dabi grimaces, repositioning himself so he can drill himself inside of you once again. "Gonna fill this pussy, yeah? Gotta make sure I'm gonna be a fuckin' daddy."

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Where I’ve been/face reveal?

So I kind of went on an unexpected hiatus, and it’s mostly because of 3 reasons:

1. I am currently working on my thesis and two minor projects: combined with work stress I’m really finding it hard to write.

2. I became a lot more social, which also took away from it.

3. I kinda fell out of love with JJK and MHA, because it felt like I didn’t have the time to invest in it and I really dislike some aspects of the current manga arc for MHA.

But recently I rewatched some MHA and moved forward in the JJK anime, and the movie coming out soon I wanted to return to this blog; especially bc of the collab participation I wanted to make sure I did, and did properly.

I’m gonna clear the ask box and a reminder please, I really can’t do requests right now but short sort of mutual thirsting and goofs are okay. I’m excited to get back into this, especially excited to see what I can do with JJK.

Here’s my silly little face just for funsies:

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It never stops.

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press x to doubt kinda vibes

Is fuwushiguro vanilla? (The answer is yes)

no, but she pretends she is so i go along with it for her sanity <3

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How Many Licks? (Private Eye! Sukuna x Reader)

(SURPRISE BITCH

No for real I couldn’t not fulfill my promise to @fuwushiguro to do this prompt for her wonderful collab. I’m so so sorry for the disappearances and lateness and I’m gonna explain it, hopefully with some content, but I knew I needed to get this out first. Much love everyone <3) 

CW: Unprotected sex (wrap it!!), oral sex (AFAB receiving), choking, honorifics (brat/sir), AFAB reader, mentions of blood/death, explicit themes, alc mention, reader is a bartender and I have never been a bartender. 

Crisp. Sharp, no…. Gilded perhaps? Was your interior, he thought, eyes languidly rolling around the rim of his cup like a marble. Gilded certainly covered the glittering aspect of you, but perhaps it was merely light reflecting off your sweat. You'd know how to manipulate that, wouldn't you? The way that you could play off that little glitter, that extra bit of sheen on your body that could never be disgusting, only all the more tantalizing, that little bit of you unattainable by day,

Years. He’d never spoken to you, but he felt like he’d known you for years. 

Same old joint. Easy old gig. Eyes cutting like sewing shears. You looked at everyone that way. He could only guess the reasons why. Some kind of familial strife? A horrid and spoiling ex? Curled lipped best friends? No, he could only muse over a glass long gone, warm in his hands. Nails tapping slowly on the glass. Sharp, like your wit, as he’d learned when he listened to you, sweet tones played late at night. As long as he could ponder and as long as he could muse, the meaning was hidden. Deep, down, within your soul and easily pried apart though not deliciously. He would not know why, unless you decided to tell him. 

You’d tell him, though. He decided that long ago, before tonight, before you’d been played into his hands due to a blubbering bastard who hadn’t understood the meaning of worth, It was only tonight that he had the easy opportunity. 

How many words had been spilt like wine in the hands of a tipsy mother; well, perhaps they were drunk on something a bit more intense than alcohol, as blood dripped from their mouths, eyes… heh, the spot depended on the information he needed. Some wannabe gangster might have killed an informant? Well, good luck firing a gun with no fingers. Some exhausted businessman saw something he shouldn’t have and didn’t say anything? Should have put your tongue to good use buddy, who knows when someone will rip it out. Your wife certainly never got such a feel on her clit.

There’s more than one way to skin a cat. Or a human. 

Not that anyone would really know he knew. No one really understood. Except… Sukuna smiles, lets his eyelids shut as his head tilts back. Ah…

“You know I can’t... hide this.” 

“Hide what, brat? There’s nothing here.” 

Good little brother. Good, goody little two shoes shined to perfection every night after trodding through the mud all day. Why slop about in muck when there was a perfectly good sidewalk right there? It got you there quicker. 

The sidewalk in this situation was a floor cleaned of blood, chains on a wall with cuffs at the ends of them. 

Yuuji however, was looking at it like it was the ripped open corpse which had been disposed of just an hour earlier. He hadn’t been there, of course, whenever he had to rely on dear older brother, he liked to pretend he was above it all. He was detached, of course he was. Good cop Yuuji Itadori, darling of the local news. Oh, how those gooey little housewives would weep if they saw him handing money to the renowned criminal Ryomen Sukuna for him to rip somebody to shreds once he’d gotten the address of the man he was looking for. Guiltily spending cigarettes at the station while Ryomen spent hours on a man’s organs, relishing in screams and cries and the blood spilt over his carpet. Only for the unfortunate man to lick it up afterwards, if Sukuna was in a particular mood. 

Sukuna was more than just a thorn in Yuuji’s side, and he relished in it.

SImilar to how satisfied he felt seeing the disgust in Yuuji’s face as he reached out towards the chains on the wall, then pulled his hands back. The glare he gave Sukuna could cut diamonds.

“Nothing here? You want me to say there’s nothing here? There’s chains on the damn wall! How do you explain that away?” 

“Simple. I swap in the soft cuffs and pull out the toy box.” 

“You’re sick.”

“Oh? As if you have any room to talk, dear little brother.” Sukuna waved his brother out behind him, walking out of the room and down the hall. “Has that little shred of a spouse gotten pregnant yet? Or do you have to push those hips up just a little more?"

"Stop it."

"You hold their legs up and kiss their little trembling thighs don't you? Pathetic. You're desperate for it, aren't you? Something to keep them tied to you? You don’t use any leather or anything to really mark them, to really make sure they belong to you. It’s less about them and more about the little sprout in their womb, isn’t it?"

The barrel against his cheek quicker than a blink. Yuuji's eyes narrowed, a snarl anyone else would take as à pitbull's. To his older brother, it was a runt's attempt at getting his fair share of milk. And he could smile, knowing he was secure in his share. 

Sukuna brushed the barrel away easily, striding past his brother. Yuuji's breathing heavy against the staccato of Sukuna's shoes on the concrete, uneven. 

"Make them want to come back. Become irresistible."

He could say that so easily, because to him it was easy. He knew how to twist his hair with a three hundred dollar pomade, and look through heavily lidded eyes and smirk, speak deep in his chest. The tattoos and muscles didn’t hurt either. Silk suits, carved against his body like marble, he was sitting like a king on a throne regardless of the room.  And this room was no exception, they noted.

You stand at the bar; you know what you are doing. You also know he’s been here every night that you’ve worked, and never when you weren’t. Your coworker’s texts have stacked on top of one another again and again, and you didn’t have to be in person to sense the worry in her tone.

"That guy literally only shows up when you’re there, I have no idea who that is."

"I don’t? Have control over him. I don’t know him."

"Maybe you should confront him."

"Over what? He never orders a drink directly from me, never comes directly to the bar. It would look weird if I just went up to him and demanded answers."

"Has he followed you home?"

Not that you noticed. But of course Sukuna was sure of that. He could be quiet when he wanted to. 

No. He just comes here and sits. He looks like he wants to ask me something, every time. Like there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

Like he wants you to ask him to ask you.

Like I’d ever go over to a man first. He’s that desperate to see me, he should at least have some balls.  

There was no question in your mind, what in the world he wanted with you.

It was the same. The selfsame sway of your hips, the stretch of your legs. How cute your ankle looked dangling in the air, free, toes pointed sometimes when he was good enough. Soft wet sounds, mewls and moans and curses, hand pulling hair to bring him back down, he wasn’t done yet. Rarely though did that happen, and rarer still when they wouldn’t want to  Beforehand too, how satin and polyester clung to your skin, never the same dress twice, never the same man twice, though sometimes three times just enough to make them think you cared. There was a reason the queen was something to be feared in chess. It was always the same. 

The parts, stitched together to make some facsimile of a whole. Just enough for them. 

Everything, really. In the curve of your lips, the little bit of space when they part. How much he longed to trace those lips, press one digit through that tiny opening-- you’d be so good for him, wouldn’t they? He practically purrs at the thought. 

But yes, he could see where he sat, that this little game would be worth it. He wanted you to walk over to him. To see the irritation in your eyes. The glossiness of your lips. The shift of your hips. He could certainly adapt to that.

However frustrating it was, he could always call you over. Or stalk his prey.

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“And there you are.” 

It landed right in his hand, slid just quick enough to not spill but stop right in place. The man raised it to you, tipping his cup so all that effort into not spilling a drop was wasted. Grit your teeth behind your smile, try not to show an inch of your glare. He throws it back, gulps, burps. Charming as ever. You would be less inclined to put up with him if he didn’t tip so well. But this dress does its job; and so do the heels. Elegant looking, even if not too expensive, bless cheap satin and thrift store heels. And the fact that most men could not tell the value of nor the brand of the dress, they only saw how low it was cut and the slit up the leg, that certainly helped. But they had no concept of you. No idea, nothing getting through their blurred slurred thoughts about how much effort you put in otherwise.

That man probably could though.

The one with the pink hair. You’d avoided eye contact with him for so long, you couldn’t break that streak, how he’d come to the bar almost every night you were there. Vaguely, a long time ago, you remembered someone telling you that eye contact was a sign of weakness. It was that kind of mentality that got you here, wasn’t it? 

But it’s a moment of weakness then, when you look up, and catch his eye.

He really was handsome. Black tattoos curling in and out of view, all the way up to his face. Wouldn’t those hurt? Heavily lidded red eyes. Black painted nails that looked sharp. Were they fake? No… they didn’t look it. Clad in a button down black shirt that showed off more tattoos curling around his chest. So confident with it, the way he leaned back on his tall chair. His eyes latching onto yours.

You freeze. Why was he looking at you like that? You weren’t unused to men looking at you like a piece of meat, but there was generally a level of intoxication behind the expression, or something cocky. The way he looks at you…. He knows what he’s doing. It’s not cockiness that lies behind his expression, more like… intrigue. Confident in his adaptability, not necessarily some kind of “game”. Though it’s certainly a game of chess you are caught in now, the queen, the king, and he moves forward with purpose as he lands at the stool in front of you.

This close, he smells of smoke, something coppery, and wood. No sweat on his shirt. 

Inside your chest, your breath catches only for a minute. 

“What can I do you for?” 

“What whiskeys do you offer?” 

His voice too…. Smooth. Almost too smooth. Immediately your guard goes back up with a shrug. 

“Good variety. What are you looking for?” 

“What I’m looking for I can’t find at the bottom of a glass.” 

Again, it curls like smoke. Under the chin, tilting your head up. So you look down your nose at him, though he’s close to your height even when sitting on a stool. He’s smirking. 

“Unfortunately for you those are the only answers I can offer.”

“Somehow I think you’re lying.” 

“Even if I am, I don’t get paid to tell witches riddles. I get paid to pour drinks.” You turn back to the shelf, looking for the most expensive whiskey-- no, do you want to give him something expensive or something that’ll burn? Hm. Quite the conundrum.

“I’ll take that double, on the rocks if you will.” 

Silent curses under the breath. You take a bottle that you know makes the heartiest of men cough and a glass. Summoning the cheeriest voice you could, “Coming right up.”

And there it was. You could feel the stare. You were used to the stare. The stare of a man who wanted you to come home with him. Piece of meat, pretty doll at the toy store. Grit the teeth. Get yourself ready.

“You said to me that you didn’t have any answers.” 

“Possibly not for your questions.” 

“But you’re the bartender. Certainly you’ve… heard some things.” 

Oh?

That was different. 

You glance to the side. Stiffen just a tiny bit. His eyes… they’re still following you. Tracing over you, the edges of your fingers where they pour the double shot. Something stills in your chest. You try to keep your deep breath as shallow as possible, to not show your nerves. 

Was this… why he kept showing up? 

You look back and forth. Nobody else is calling your attention. It’s just him. And the general bar crowd is thinning. Another controlled breath. 

“Am I about to be in some kind of trouble?”

“Not necessarily.” 

There’s a silent alarm under one of the bottles. It would be so easy. Let the security guards come in, take care of him. But something tells you that this man… invoking the police is a bad idea. 

You’re in a trap, and you didn’t even realize it. 

“So then what’s my incentive?”

“Hm?”

“What’s my incentive…” You turn around, and set the glass in front of him, looking at his eyes. A light, icy blue… it’s searing. So you force yourself to look bored, tilt your head. “To tell you the truth?”

His laugh is just as cold as his eyes. “Come now, you look like a smart girl…” He scoops up the glass, swirls it around. “I said ‘not necessarily’. We’ll have to work on your listening skills.” 

Your eyes narrow. “I beg your pardon?”

“Keep begging.” He tilts his head the opposite side as you, smiling. 

“You’re disgusting.” 

“Actually, my name is Sukuna.” 

That’s when you really freeze up. Stopping, everything stopping, down to the heartbeat. How stupid could you be? Of course. That’s what made him stick out. How many times had you heard that name on the news, in your house or someone else’s? Turning the channel to get away from the grisly descriptions or the bloody pictures. Before you got a real clear picture of his face. But those had stopped a while ago. So why was he here? 

“Ah, see? I knew you were a smart girl.”

“What do you want?” It’s a fight to keep your voice steady, but you think you do well enough. Though the way his smirk widens, you may as well have your knees knocking together. 

“I told you. Answers.” 

“I can’t give you any if you don’t tell me the questions.” 

“I’m looking for someone.” 

“I… see a lot of people.” You frown. Try to keep it all in check. Though your head is running a million miles a minute, and so many options you have are playing out. You could press the silent alarm. But the security guards might get hurt. You could get hurt. You could lie, if you really needed to. Obviously the person he was after was going to get hurt. But what if who he was after was actually someone bad? Then you’d take the fall. You could disappear out the back. But what if he followed you? (He already had.) 

His voice snaps you back. How was it so powerful? 

“He’s a regular.”

The frown deepens. “Then… you’ve been here, almost every night. How have you not--”

“Not a regular at the bar. A regular with you.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

Sukuna clucks his tongue, takes a long sip from his glass. Though you’d seen sailors choke on it, he drinks it easily. “Come on, pretty thing, you have to know. If I’ve got a reputation for one thing, you have one for another.” 

Your mouth drops open just a minute. Then it shuts just as quick. You look up and down the length of the bar, but somehow you’re isolated. Nobody else has heard, or they haven’t picked up on it. The closest patron is the guy you slid a drink to not too long ago and he’s looking like he will probably have to be escorted out soon. Cheeks warm, you exhale. 

“Maybe I do. What is it to you?” 

“That’s a girl. Now, do you recall a man by the name of Haru?” 

Haru. Haru, Haru-- your mind races for an answer, a face, something. Nothing. Then--

“Blond hair. Dyed.” 

“Is that what he looks like?”

“You don’t know?” Shouldn’t he--

“Describe him.”

You swallow, look down the bar again. Lean on the counter-- he does so in suit, closer to you. Somehow his breath doesn’t smell of whiskey. Your head swims.

“Tall, skinny, always wearing a pair of really nice shoes even though he otherwise dresses like he came out of a garbage can--”

Sukuna chuckles.

“Lip ring, two piercings in each ear-- scar on his forehead, shaped kinda like an oar. Like a boat oar. I didn’t know he was tied up in… this.” You gesture out awkwardly. 

He raises an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t.” 

“I… what does he… do?”

“What does he tell you he does?”

“He said he works in shipping. Delivery driver. I haven’t seen him in over a week and a half.”

“You’re not involved with him that deeply, are you.” 

“You sound like you know enough about me to surmise no,” you reply stiffly. He laughs again.

“Fair. Now, do you know more about his name?” 

“Haru is his first name. His last name… um…” 

You swallow. Hands trembling. 

“Slow down, girl. I need--”

“Y/N.”

“I know that.” 

Your glare meets his leveled eyes. “Then call me by that.” 

“Y/N.” He coos it, easily. “You’ve already given me a nice bit of information. Why don’t you pour a drink for yourself too?”

“And risk my job? No thank you.” 

“How responsible of you.” Sukuna takes another sip. “But back to business.”

“Nakamura.” You blink.

“Mm?”

“That’s his last name.” 

“See? That wasn’t too hard.” 

“I still don’t--”

“Better you don’t. You may have a reputation for who you let between your legs--”

“Shut it--”

“--but you needn’t get your pretty head in this.” 

“Seems it already is,” you mutter, as he finishes off his glass. It’s late. You pull your phone from your pocket, glance at the time: mm. Not too long until your shift ended by this point…

“The bar closes in a few minutes, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to walk you home?” 

“Why? So you can murder me?”

He sighs. “I’m not all about murder. Or else I wouldn’t be here.”

“You’re not all about murder when there’s a likelihood you’ll be caught.” 

At that, you look back up and down the bar again to make sure no one is listening. But you hear him chuckle.

“Perhaps. But truly, I have no such intent.”

“How can I trust that? And,” You hiss between your teeth, noting the way that some of the servers are staring at you, “What if someone you’re involved with… that… Haru or whatever is involved with--what if they see you and me? And then-- and then they go after me?” 

“You really think if anyone sees you with me they’d fuck with you?” 

Your mouth opens again, but he raises an eyebrow. There’s no trace of amusement on his face. He’s dead serious. The sight makes you gulp.

“Well… I walk home alone at night all the time--”

He snorts. “Stupid of you--”

“And I don’t get why now is different all of a sudden.” 

“I said you have a reputation.”

Your face warms up. That’s when a smile slowly starts to spread across his face. 

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to see if the rumors were true. Like I said, there was a reason that I looked for you.” 

His voice curls low again. Snakes around the waist, as your hands grip tighter to the counter. Sukuna’s chuckle… 

You almost don’t notice it until you hear the snap next to your ear. Blinking quickly you look back up where he’s stood up. Was he really that tall? In his fingers is a five thousand yen bill. 

“Keep the change. I’ll meet you outside.” 

You stare at the bill set down on the counter-- there’s the sound of his shoes as he walks out, the music having been turned off and the lights starting to turn on. 

Leave out the back door, or leave with him?

Heart beating slowly. Every single beat in your chest, one after another after another. Eyes still locked on that stupid bill. 

“Y/N?”

Almost slipping on the mat, you look back up to one of the servers looking at you worriedly. 

“Are you alright? Who was that guy?” 

Swallowing, you look back down at the bill. Pick it up, and exhale. 

“Evidently you don’t make much on tips.” 

“None of your business. Let’s get to tips.” 

-

“You don’t have to be an asshole about it, you know,” you snap, hanging up your keys when you hear Sukuna close the door. Normally your apartment is the better of your hookups; eh, maybe it was more 60-40. It was cozy, homey-- cheap furniture from thrift stores and home cleaned by you and your friends after several margaritas was complemented by posters and pictures and cute little knick knacks that were also found in the thrift store. Hey, nothing wrong with the cheap cute stuff. 

Thank god you managed to get your dishes done at some point or another so the kitchenette was relatively clean. You open the fridge to grab a bottle of wine, and look up to where Sukuna stands in the middle of the living room. 

“Would you like a glass?” 

“What year is it?”

“Never mind.” You pull out the cork and reach up for a glass. 

His laugh sounds even deeper in the open, empty space of your living room. And as you’re pouring your cheap wine into your glass, it’s really hitting you that this man was potentially a killer. 

“Aw, offended?”

“I just don’t care.” You swirl it once, take a long sip. Sigh.

“I just thought a bartender would have better taste.”

“It’s still a nice vineyard.” 

“I’m sure.”

“I don’t need your sarcasm.” 

“Aw, kitty got claws?” 

You glare up at him. “You’re really not making a good case.” 

Sukuna’s smirk churns up your stomach. “Oh really?” 

You drink again from your glass, sigh. 

“Are you going to tell me why you’re looking for Haru?”

“What else has he told you?” 

Your raised brow is mirrored. But you just roll your eyes, take another sip. What a jerk...

“He lives in the arts district. Which didn’t really make sense to me based on his job, I mean, I can’t afford a fucking apartment in the arts district.” You snort, shake your head. “Though, um…” 

You gesture back at him. He smirks wider. 

“This makes a little more sense now.” 

“Mmhmm.”

“Which, still. You avoided my question.” 

“He’s a bad man.” 

“Oh wow, I’m sooooo scared,” you deadpan. He raises an eyebrow. 

“Watch it.” 

“He’s just pathetic. I’ve seen what he’s like in bed.”

“In my experience, people can be quite pathetic in bed and capable outside. Though from what I’ve heard about you, it’s odd to meet a maneater with such a pathetic attitude.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“Or no… it wasn’t that you were a maneater.” 

His voice deepens to something like a growl. Or, maybe like a cooing, calling, he’s drawing you in. It sends butterflies through your stomach as you set the glass down. When you swallow, he chuckles. 

“That wasn’t exactly the wording that they used. I believe it was actually…” You stare down at your counter, feeling the air shift as he stands behind you. His large hands cage you, and you can’t take your eyes off his black painted nails. “Actually, I believe you were… dripping honey. A queen bee, so to speak.” 

You clear your throat. Try to still your heart. 

“That you’ve got men dying just for a taste who would never eat before…” 

His thumb brushes over your hand. A strangled breath escapes your throat and he chuckles. 

“Won’t you turn around for me?” 

Another deep breath. You take another long drink--getting a chuckle out of him-- and turn around. Proving to be a mistake.

Your back practically arches over the counter leaning back from him-- you’ll be sore in the morning from that-- and he leans closer, icy blue eyes boring into yours. This close, all the smells in the bar you associated with him earlier are more intense, more insane, rushing blood out of your head to your rapidly pumping heart. 

“Good little brat.” 

You exhale sharply. 

“How many times have you been out of control like this? Seems not nearly enough. The way they were talking you up…. You stung like hell when you left them, queen bee.” His breath ghosts over your neck. How he wasn’t even touching you and he did this… 

“I--”

“That’s alright, little brat. I’ve got my information. I just want a taste.” Against your pulse point his tongue presses, warm, wet, intentional. You shiver. “You’ll let me get one, won’t you?” 

“I…” 

“I, I, I…” he mocks, making your cheeks warm. “Aw, pathetic little brat. Let me.”

He presses his lips to yours, and you gasp in the kiss. In your stomach warmth swirls around like the wine in your glass, as you wrap your arms around his neck. One arm wraps around your waist, the other pressed against the counter as he leans into you. It’s so warm… his tongue slides in and plays against yours, careful, but again, intentional. He knows what he’s doing. 

When he pulls back, a string of spit connects your lips. He grins wickedly. 

“You look so much better like that. All fucked out just from a kiss?” The arm that had pressed against the counter pulls back, his hand wrapping around your throat. “Open your mouth.” 

A choking breath escapes your mouth before he leans over you, lets a glob of saliva drop on your tongue. 

“Swallow.”

Cheeks burning warm in embarrassment, you close your mouth. Swallow. Sukuna grins wider. 

“Good brat. Now…” 

He lets go of your throat, and you squeak as he effortlessly lifts you up and sets you on the counter. 

“Enjoy the view. Not many get to see me on my knees, but I couldn’t resist.” 

You grip the edges of the counter tight, wishing it had more give. 

“Aw, no one done this to you yet? I’m shocked, frankly.” 

The same warm breath that had been against your neck brushes similarly over your panties. Your short dress is pushed up all the way to the edge by your hands, and you exhale sharply when his tongue presses up against your slit.

“So wet, just from kissing me… You must have had some really pathetic kissers in the past, hm? Can’t imagine how horrible they were at this then…”

You gasp-- he pulls your panties down, kissing along the insides of your thighs. 

“They still got a taste before me though… tsk.”

Sharp teeth nip at your soft skin. Your hands tremble. 

“I’ll have to make up for lost time.” 

The kisses are softer this time, clustered closer and closer to the opening to your pussy, and you whine. Now your whole body is starting to tremble a little. He chuckles. 

“You can always ask nicely…” 

Gritting your teeth, you look to the side. He tsks. 

“Little brat.”

You yelp when he bites hard on your thigh. Moan when he does it again. 

“Please…” 

“Please what?” The third bite makes you squeeze your eyes shut, as he breaks skin and laps at the blood. Your chest heaves. “You need to tell me what to do.” 

So warm, hot, you heat up all the way from the base of your neck. You shake your head, choking out a gasp at another bite, and a sigh of disappointment. 

“Come on, pretty little brat. I want what everyone else wants. But I’m a generous man, and it’ll be as good for you as it is for me. For my generosity, I think you ought to be nice.” His grip on your hips tightens, and somewhere in your lust-foggy brain you remember: potential killer.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… eat me out.” 

“Please eat me out, what?” 

You pause. Take a minute to ruminate with your heated up face, swallow. Were you really…

“Sir, please. Please eat me out, I c-can’t--”

You squeak when he presses his tongue to your clit. 

“There’s my good brat.” 

From that on, he ate you with a vengeance. Tongue rubbing circles on your puffy clit, trailing down to suck gently at your entrance. The squelching was obscene, porn like. One finger pressed in, curled up to press at your g spot, rubbing in tandem with his tongue. 

You choked on your moan, gripping onto his hair. “Oh my god…” 

“Worshipping me is smart, brat.” He groans into you, the vibrations sending shivers all through you. “Damn… Those idiots were right about something. You…” 

A horrifically embarrassing keening noise escapes your mouth when he presses in another finger, scissoring to stretch you. 

“You taste incredible.” 

He keeps thrusting with his fingers, stroking at your inner walls while assaulting your clit intermittently. Taking a break to bite at your legs which press closer and closer around his head, until he pulls them apart with one strong hand. God he knew what he was doing… you lean back, moaning, a familiar knot in your stomach with a strange pressure. 

“S-sir… I’m…”

“Cum on my tongue. Now.”

With his command you squeal, riding out your orgasm against his unrelenting tongue and fingers, feeling a strange release like… peeing. Your eyes shoot open to see the last of a clear liquid shoot out next to Sukuna’s face, drenching his cheek. You freeze. You didn’t just…

But his grin says otherwise. “What a little whore, squirting on a big bad criminal’s face. Was that the first time? I’m honored.” 

You can’t say anything, head spinning still. Mouth agape, face heated. Legs still shaking, you look down, eyes landing (unfortunately? fortunately?) on his hips when he stands. And--

“Oh?” He grabs his bulge, pressing up against the fitted fabric of the black suit pants. “Found something you like?”

You swallow. 

“I said I’m a generous man. You’ll be generous in return, right? No…” He shakes his head, and in one smooth movement, turns you around so your feet are just barely on the floor and your hips are against the counter, where as you try to get back up he presses you down. “I bet you please most of those worms with your mouth, don’t you? You don’t want them to mess up down here.”

A zipping noise. Something hot and heavy presses up against your hole, and you aren’t stupid. Gasping at the feeling. 

“I’m sure you’re quite skilled with your mouth. But I’d much prefer to claim down here.” His tip traces your entrance, and you squirm, though not able to do much around his hand at the small of your back. “I made you squirt on my tongue… now I want to feel that around my cock. You’ll let me do that, won’t you?” 

“Please…” you moan. “Please…”

“Please what? Your words, pretty little brat, use them.”

“Please… fuck me sir… please…”

“And you’re going to let me cum inside you, yes? You’re going to let me claim that cute little pussy of yours?” 

You whine, trying so hard to get any friction, but none. “Please, yes, anything you want sir--”

The next morning you’ll have to be sure the neighbors didn’t call the police, because you scream as he sheathes half himself inside with one thrust. God… he’s so big…

“So tight, even with how much I stretched you…” he exhales. “Those idiots really are missing out on something…”

He presses the rest in slowly, inch by inch, until you feel the tip kissing against your cervix. A strong arm snakes around your neck, the other up your waist and pulling down the neckline of your dress so your chest pops out. Roughly his fingers tweak your nipples, making you whine. 

“I could get used to this…”

You inhale sharply as he pulls out. And then, just as how he ate you out, he begins a punishing pace. 

The most sound you can make are little choked gasps as he fucks you, hips bouncing into the counter and sure to leave bruises. His cockhead brushing, bruising your insides with each thrust, legs starting to shake already with the pressure of being on your toes. His arm tightens around your neck, the other hand bothering itself with your chest. Sukuna’s face makes its way to your hair as he keeps thrusting, inhaling sharply. 

“Yeah… that’s a tight fucking cunt, appropriate for such a stuck up bitch, huh?”

Your eyes tear up just a bit as you let out another squeak. He’s so deep inside, so intense, you struggle to breathe, the arm around your neck doesn’t help.

“Aw, no words for me anymore? I guess I can’t call you stupid. But god--” one particularly deep thrust against your g spot has you scream-- “If you don’t look so fucking dumb around my cock. You love this cock, don’t you?” 

“Y-ye-es…”

“You’re never going to have another cock better, are you?” Sukuna thrusts harder, not faster, your body shaking with each one, lungs desperate to scream but his arm not letting it happen. Head spinning, heart pumping, god, how long had it been… tears stream down your face out of your control.

“N-never..”

“Fuck…” he hisses in your ear, starting to speed up again. “Fuck…”

“Please… c-cum inside m--”

“Please what?” A punishing thrust has your fists clenching, wailing. “Please what?”

“Cum inside you?” 

“P-please… please…”

“Yes!” You scream, feeling that knot in your stomach again, shaking all over. “Please, please, please--”

“I can’t deny you when you ask so nicely…” He thrusts harder, your eyes starting to roll back as that knot gets tighter, eyes starting to roll back. The pressure, the heat, on your throat, your stomach, inside you--

“Fuck..” Sukuna hisses into your hair, choking you harder, sliding his other arm down to get access to your abused clit. Your legs shake harder as the knot comes undone.

“Fu-UCK!” 

You feel yourself squirt again, that similar feeling of release as you clamp down on his cock. A rush of warmth fills your cunt, hot cum filling you up as your eyes roll back. His grip on your neck tightens; he finishes, pushing himself as far as he can into you. Vision goes blurry when you carefully come down from your high, legs shaking and useless as he pulls out. You can feel the wetness around your cunt, starting to go down your legs. So exhausted, eyes already fluttering even when you hear him chuckle.

“You really are a good fuck. I thought Haru might have lied.” 

Your eyes widen. Weakly, you push yourself up, looking over at him. Sukuna is zipping himself back up, looking up at you under hooded eyes, grinning. 

“You--”

“I had him bagged a long time ago. Getting to fuck you… that was a bonus. I will admit…” He exhales, straightening his jacket. “You were certainly better than anyone I’ve had in a long time.” 

If possible at this point, your cheeks warm up even more. He chuckles. 

“Don’t be shy now. And don’t worry.” He turns away towards the door, as you start to get hazy, sleepy. Body heaving in tired breaths, eyes starting to flutter. 

“I won’t break your two date rule.” 

Exhaustion starting to take over, you barely register as he closes the door behind him. You do, however, have one more thought as you start to drift away into unconsciousness: 

How did he know about your two date rule?

[peachieanon]

Shigaraki definitely drools while he fucks

[peachieanon]

BARK BARK BARK BARK

The Sudden Shock, A Hidden Feeling.

spoilers from the manga

incel!Shigaraki x cow hybrid f!reader x  All For One

Genre: Smut

ty to @twicesbrat for beta reading for me ✨

Synopsis: Shigaraki is a mean older brother. He bullies you when his friends come over, he hates that you are a filthy cow hybrid. Your daddy AFO consoles you so sweetly, and Shigaraki sees a side to you he’s never seen before.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, pseudocest (adopted family), manipulation, drug taking mentions, power dynamics, bullying, possessiveness/jealousy, loss of virginity, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, masturbation, pussy slap,   spitting (like once), cream pie, kidnapping??, fingering, vaginal sex.

Words: 6.5k

You were only four years old when your family farmhouse went up in a blaze of smoke. It was a mystery to you how you were the sole survivor of the inferno that cost your parents and three brother’s their lives. But not a single day passes when you don’t remember being held in a fireman’s arms as the flames claimed every memory, every possession, every precious moment in an instant.

You were taken by social services to an emergency foster family. You didn’t want an emergency foster family. You had no time to mourn; not a single second to process what had happened to you. But would you ever be able to process it? The death of your entire family? It was sick that you were the only one who lived. What kind of twisted joke is that?

They didn’t tell you where you were going, you were so young and so scared. The only information they decided to divulge with you was that you would be living with a man. A name wasn’t mentioned, but a company was. All For One. Apparently, he adopted another son.

They said he was around your age.

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[peachieanon]

Yes, yes again… xD Sorry, but I’m really enjoying to draw Mr Compress lately.  He’s perfect to wind down with after commission work. 

[peachieanon]

Whoever this "yeh/neh" person is they ain't me

Am I the only one that doesn’t imagine myself when reading/writing fanfic? Like I can imagine myself as this perfect person compared to how I look in real life and when I read fanfic I finally love myself.

[peachieanon]

#my hot villain academia 🥵

[peachieanon]

AJSJDJDKDJFKF

ty for supporting me 🥺💗

I return from the dead to talk about Gojo because I have no self control

I don't think he'd have a student teacher kink. But there's still something to be said for mentoring...

He's the best. Of course you'd want to train up with him. Of course you would go puppy eyed at the thought of THE Gojo Satoru helping you out, taking time out of his day to help you perfect your jujutsu.

The first day he sees you and you're just so excited you practically trip walking over to him, he knows he's going to have fun.

It would be amiss for him to say that he doesn't genuinely want to help you get better. It is of course, again, partially selfish because he needs more people to work with him in changing and replacing the higher ups of the Zen'in clan. But he does love that little sparkle in your eyes when you manage to take down a spirit you wouldn't have been able to get a few weeks ago. The way your back straightens when you talk to the others, clearly proud of how far you've come. The determination in your expression when you run in fearlessly to protect Itadori when he got injured.

But he also picks up on other things too. Six Eyes doesn't let much get away from him.

He notices how your shoulders tense when he stands behind you and adjusts your posture, how his chest presses to your back and chin tucks to your shoulder. Doesn't matter how tall you are.

He notices how you grow warm and grin when he compliments you and makes a note to make an exception and praise you more.

It doesn't take a genius for him to know that late at night, when your hand is between your thighs, you're probably thinking about if he's skilled in other ways besides jujutsu.

Gojo canonly is good at anything he tries, and thus you have to be wondering how it feels when his hands pry your legs apart and puts that motor mouth to better use. It would almost be funny, the idea of him finally shutting up for once and letting you push his head down towards your clit. But you wouldn't even get close, would you? No, he'd sooner pin your hands back and tease, little kitten licks and nudges until you finally beg for him, please Gojo-Sensei, please give in, and when he finally does you've basically sealed your fate. He would, you think in your lust induced haze, he wouldn't stop once he started. The wetness between your legs right now not enough, it would be so much better if his tongue was there right now....

"Well well."

You freeze, pulling your hand back, but you don't even get that far before your wrist is caught in his hand. You're grateful for the blindfold, though it couldn't stop you from going warm in the face when he slips your slick covered fingers in his mouth, sucking on them lightly and releasing them with a pop.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to try out this new bakery. But I believe I've found something better to taste."

[peachieanon]

I return from the dead to talk about Gojo because I have no self control

I don't think he'd have a student teacher kink. But there's still something to be said for mentoring...

He's the best. Of course you'd want to train up with him. Of course you would go puppy eyed at the thought of THE Gojo Satoru helping you out, taking time out of his day to help you perfect your jujutsu.

The first day he sees you and you're just so excited you practically trip walking over to him, he knows he's going to have fun.

It would be amiss for him to say that he doesn't genuinely want to help you get better. It is of course, again, partially selfish because he needs more people to work with him in changing and replacing the higher ups of the Zen'in clan. But he does love that little sparkle in your eyes when you manage to take down a spirit you wouldn't have been able to get a few weeks ago. The way your back straightens when you talk to the others, clearly proud of how far you've come. The determination in your expression when you run in fearlessly to protect Itadori when he got injured.

But he also picks up on other things too. Six Eyes doesn't let much get away from him.

He notices how your shoulders tense when he stands behind you and adjusts your posture, how his chest presses to your back and chin tucks to your shoulder. Doesn't matter how tall you are.

He notices how you grow warm and grin when he compliments you and makes a note to make an exception and praise you more.

It doesn't take a genius for him to know that late at night, when your hand is between your thighs, you're probably thinking about if he's skilled in other ways besides jujutsu.

Gojo canonly is good at anything he tries, and thus you have to be wondering how it feels when his hands pry your legs apart and puts that motor mouth to better use. It would almost be funny, the idea of him finally shutting up for once and letting you push his head down towards your clit. But you wouldn't even get close, would you? No, he'd sooner pin your hands back and tease, little kitten licks and nudges until you finally beg for him, please Gojo-Sensei, please give in, and when he finally does you've basically sealed your fate. He would, you think in your lust induced haze, he wouldn't stop once he started. The wetness between your legs right now not enough, it would be so much better if his tongue was there right now....

"Well well."

You freeze, pulling your hand back, but you don't even get that far before your wrist is caught in his hand. You're grateful for the blindfold, though it couldn't stop you from going warm in the face when he slips your slick covered fingers in his mouth, sucking on them lightly and releasing them with a pop.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to try out this new bakery. But I believe I've found something better to taste."

[peachieanon]

no ur right and u should say it

it's even better if he flops down on the couch and just sits there with his head kind of rolled back tired, and then he hears you shuffle a little and looks down to see you on your knees, nuzzling and nudging his bulge. it gets harder, both his cock and his self control. when you pull him free and just worship him, kissing and giving little kitten licks until he starts to moan, letting you take care of him and relax. do be careful if he thrusts into your mouth.

finking….

twice coming home from a mission still in the villain suit slightly sweaty from running around and fighting….. u take his cock out n it has that rly yummy slightly musty smell to it…. all heavy in ur hand…. u put the tip in ur mouth and ur eyes flutter and roll back bc the smell is so heady and he’s thick n warm n perfect on ur tongue— (he moans when u move to suck on his balls <3)

[peachieanon]

let's talk about cum (m.)

WHERE THE JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN LIKE TO CUM DURING SEX

INCLUDES: Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Geto, Mahito, Sukuna, Itadori, Megumi, Inumaki, Yuta, Noritoshi, Naoya and Choso

PAIRING: jjk men & female reader

CONTENT WARNING: facials, creampies, tit-jobs, ass play, cum eating, blow-jobs, panty fucking, throat fucking

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SATORU GOJO likes to cum on your face. He thinks that you look prettiest when you have the milky white liquid dribbling down your face. Gojo would definitely smear his cum on your lips with the tip of his cock. Seeing your beautiful eyes lock with him when you're on your knees and covered in cum gets him hard immediately. After he paints your face in cum once, he needs to do it again. Don't even think about cleaning his cum off your face or your hands will be restrained in an instant. You should know better than to mess with someone else's artwork.

NANAMI KENTO likes to cum on your breasts. After a long day of work, all he wants is to see your pretty tits covered with his cum. He loves the way your tits bounce when he fucks into you, obsessed with the way that the plush fat keeps up with his deep thrusts. It's only fair that he shows your tits adequate attention. Nanami thinks that it's almost dirty to cover you like this. He'll never admit this, but the image of his cum dripping from your pebbled nipples gets him off quicker than anything else.

TOJI FUSHIGURO likes to cum deep in your pussy. He will not cum anywhere else except directly against your cervix. Even though Toji is already a shitty dad, he can't help but play it dangerous during sex. He loves to hear you beg and plead for him to breed you... he loves it so much that he's willing to disregard any logic and dump load after load into a tight, little cunt. It doesn't matter if you're on birth control or not, if you're fucking him, you're getting his cum in your cunt.

SUGURU GETO likes to cum on your ass. Geto is an ass man religiously. He spends the entirety of sex smacking the fat of your ass until it's red, unable to resist the way your ass ripples. After battering your gummy walls, he can't help but cum all over the expanse of your ass cheeks. After cumming, he'll push your body forward so he can get a better view of the scenery. Geto will messily drag his tongue across your ass cheek, collecting some of his cum on his tongue. Don't worry though; as he spits the mixture of cum and saliva on your puckered hole, you know it won't go to waste.

MAHITO likes to cum in your cunt. The curse is very fascinated with the thought of impregnating a human. Even after he realizes that he probably can't, he's already become addicted to it. He thinks it's entertaining to watch your tiny hole clench desperately while trying to keep the liquid in your cunt. He's the type to make sure it stays in you at any cost. He will constantly finger the sticky liquid back into your body, regardless of how "overstimulated" you are. If even a drop is wasted, he's instantly over you, fucking another load in you. Make sure you keep it in this time, the curse won't repeat himself twice.

SUKUNA likes to cum on your tits. He especially loves cumming on them after receiving a tit job, that way he's able to cover more skin in his cum. The friction of your breasts and your tongue have him teetering on the edge quickly. He's never seen a woman do something like that before, so it drives him absolutely mad. He doesn't care if you're tired or you're sore, he's gonna keep fucking your tits until he's coming dry. He's got many years to make up for, and you happen to be unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of it.

YUJI ITADORI likes to cum deep in your ass. After seeing your puckered hole stretched around him that first time, he became obsessed with the thought. He'll spread your ass cheeks to make sure that he can see every inch disappearing into your tight ass. The mixture of your tight hole and the sloppy sounds of his balls making contact with your soaked pussy push him closer towards his release. Every time he cums, he's always towering over you. His back is against your chest, and he's groaning in your ear. Itadori cums rope after rope into your cunt. The excess drips down to your swollen clit, ready to be used as a lubricant for his thick fingers.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO likes to cum on the expanse of your pussy and the back of your thighs. He's taught you how to hold your knees by your head, and he expects you to do it every time. He fucks himself right to the verge of orgasm, only pulling out when he's ready to cover your pretty skin in his seed. He messily jerks his cock, sporadically cumming everywhere from your sensitive clit to your plush thighs. He always apologizes for the mess by fucking your cunt with his tongue, cleaning you off in the process.

TOGE INUMAKI likes to cum on your pretty pink tongue. Seeing you jerk his cock with both hands while you circle the tip with your tongue leaves him speechless. Well, more speechless. You look at him with teary eyes, silently begging him to let you taste the salty substance. He can't help but release all over the wet muscle, groaning at the way you jerk his cock even more frantically, trying to milk every last drop out of his sensitive cock. As he feels you licking every stray drop of cum from his slit, he knows that it won't be long before he's in this position again.

YUTA OKKOTSU likes to cum in the crotch of your panties. He knows it's dirty, it's all part of the reason he finds it so hot. There's just something about pulling your soiled panties back up your legs that just get him off like no other. He likes seeing you shuffle uncomfortably as the warm liquid rests against your pussy lips. Later in the day, he finds himself rubbing your clit through the fabric, using his previous release as a lubricant for the act. As much as you try to deny it, you find the filthy act just as sexy. That is why you keep letting him do it.

NORITOSHI KAMO likes to cum in you. He's already sure that he's gonna be the family head, so now all he needs is a strong heir. After deciding that you were the one he wanted, he became obsessed with filling you up. Even after he's cum 2-3 times, he still needs to fill you up even more. He's not going to stop until he's sure you're pregnant. You're no better though. How is he supposed to control himself when you're always begging him to breed you? You're almost as insatiable as he is.

NAOYA ZENIN likes to cum on your face. Seeing your features covered in his release makes him feel especially powerful. he loves seeing your eyelashes resting against your cheekbones and your tongue lolled out. To him, it means total submission. You don't dare move, staying still as a statue until he tells you to do so. He doesn't care that your face is ruined by mascara, drool, and cum. He wouldn't have it any other way.

CHOSO likes to cum deep down your throat. After experiencing you giving him head for the first time, it became a habit of yours. Right as he feels his release creeping up, he's quickly fucking into your skull. He's desperate to feel you coughing and gagging on his thick length. He keeps going, disregarding your whines, until he feels you properly choking on his cock. It's only then that he's able to shoot the warm liquid into your throat. The choking of your throat milks him over every last drop, nearly pushing him towards sensitivity. You should expect your throat to be raw afterward, he doesn't have any self-control, after all.

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