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Its only ethical to fuck an age regressor if you're bottoming. And your hands are bound to the bedpost, and a dirty sock is stuffed in your mouth, and your eyes are wide with terror and she's thrusting into you and asking "what's wrong, mommy?" And youre not even sure how well she understands what's going on until you catch a glimpse of her face and see that she's gleeful as she thrusts into you and realize that she knows very well what she's doing to you and is enjoying it
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𓍼 he always grumbles about how tight you are every time as if his massive dick isnt the real issue.
people often say you are lucky to have your husband, because of his impressive size.
his cock.
its as big as they say, thick and heavy stretching you to your limit as he pushes in, inch by agonizing inch.
you’re soaked, dripping but the tightness makes you both groan, your pussy clenching around him like a vice.
“goddamn, you’re too tight,” he mutters, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open.
“every fucking time, its like you’re trying to kill me.” you gasp, half laughing, half moaning your hands braced against his chest as he bottoms out, the stretch burning so good you can barely think.
“maybe you’re just too big, kento,” you tease voice breathy but sharp, knowing itll rile him up.
his eyes narrow and he thrusts hard, deep, making you cry out, your nails digging into his skin.
“too big?” he repeats, a smirk tugging at his lips as he pulls back, then slams into you again, the headboard rattling.
“you’re the one squeezing me like you want me to lose it.” his words are clipped, frustrated.
your pussy flutters, and he groans, his rhythm faltering for a second.
“fuck, do that again, and im not gonna last.”
“kento, cmon,” you whine your hips rocking to meet his thrusts, the slick sounds obscene in the quiet room.
“you’re always complaining, but you love it—admit it.” you clench around him, and his breath hitches, his hands sliding to your waist, gripping hard as he fucks you faster, deeper, like hes trying to prove a point.
“love it?” he growls leaning down, his lips brushing your ear, his tie dangling against your chest.
“this tight pussy is gonna be the death of me.” eitherwise the way hes pounding into you, relentless, says hes addicted.
you moan loud and unashamed, and he keeps talking, unable to stop.
“you feel too good, too—fuck—perfect, how am i supposed to focus on anything when you’re like this?”
“kento, please..” you gasp, your voice breaking hands clawing at his shoulders as you feel the stretch, the fullness, the everything.
“dont stop—fuck, you’re so big.” your praise slips out and he groans, deep and guttural, his hips stuttering as he fights to keep control.
“say that again,” he demands voice husky, one hand sliding to your clit, rubbing firm, quick circles that make you see stars.
“tell me how big i am, love, you started this.”
“so big, kentooo...” you moan, voice high and desperate,
“can barely take you—fuck, you’re wrecking me.” the words spill out, and hes done for, his groans turning to curses as he thrusts once, twice, then comes, spilling hot and deep inside you, his body shuddering as he grips your hips like you’re his anchor.
you’re right behind him, your orgasm crashing through you, a sharp, shuddering wave that leaves you gasping, clenching around him as he rides it out, still murmuring, “too tight, too fucking tight.”
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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . nanami kento doesn’t argue… except this time he does. and he fucks you while he does it.
18+ MDNI, nanami is kind of a meanie :(
nanami kento is a man of undeniable patience and unwavering calm. a think-first, speak-later kind of man—never quick to argue, and always one to listen attentively before offering his own thoughts.
but when you “accidentally” forget to tell him that you’re going out with your friends after work, and spend hours worrying him sick and not answering your phone? now that really pisses him off.
clearly, you had forgotten to follow one of the most important, fundamental rules the two of you had set for each other—always let the other know of your whereabouts.
seems like nanami had to remind you somehow. and today, his method of choice was fucking it into you.
“you just can’t” thrust. “do” thrust. “what” thrust. “i tell you” thrust. “huh?” he drives each word into you, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside—making sure you feel exactly how much he means it.
your face is buried in the sheets of your shared bed, tears staining the pristine white bedsheets. nanami has been at this for hours now, pounding into you—every thrust harder and more punishing than the last.
“ ‘m sorry k-kento please” you sob pathetically into the wet sheets, voice barely audible in your helpless position. a strong hand fists a handful of your hair, pulling your head up closer to his.
kento leans over, his warm, ragged breath brushing the tip of your ear, staying buried deep in your quivering, tight walls.
“what was that?” he whispers, keeping a strong—almost painful grip on your hair.
“i’m s-sorryyy kento i forgot”
“mmm sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky, whisper “that just won’t do.” he finishes, deliberately moving his other hand from your waist up to your sensitive, hardened nipples. you let out a mewl of pleasure as he rolls one between his fingers—the sound quickly turning into a breathy whine when he pinches down.
“please” you barely choke out the plea between sharp sobs.
“please what? use your words baby” he mutters, hands now kneading the soft flesh of your tits.
“i’m s-sorry” is the only thing you can manage to say—pathetic and ruined in your fucked out state.
kento frees you from his grasp, letting your head fall back down into the mattress. his bruising grip on your waist returns, and he slowly starts moving his hips again.
“i don’t think you are” is all he says, before quickening his already harsh pace. kento fucks you like this—like he’s trying to make you understand—for the rest of the night.
and you do understand. you understand that you’ll never make nanami mad again.
#☆ may writes jjk!#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu nanami#jjk smut#jjk fanfic#jjk#jjk x reader#nanami kento#nanami kento x reader#kento nanami#jjk nanami#jujutsu kaisen fanart#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami x y/n#nanami jjk#nanami kento x you#jjk drabbles
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AAAAA OMGGG
Plsss more of feral/freak Nanami and innocent/oblivious wife! I beg you 🙏🙏🙏
“did i gain weight or something?” you muse, voice chipper and light, twisting around to peer at yourself in the reflection of the glass cabinet. you’re holding a pair of jeans—those tight ones he secretly prays you’ll wear every damn day—yanking them up over your hips. they snag, too tight, and you hop, tugging. your ass jiggles, soft and full, straining against the denim and rippling with every bounce, and HUSBAND!KENTO’S coffee mug freezes midair. his jaw locks, teeth grinding so loud he swears you should hear it.
“these used to fit,” you pout, frowning as you shimmy them higher, bending slightly to wrestle the fabric. the jeans inch up, but barely, hugging every curve too tight, and that bounce—fuck, that bounce—sends a jolt straight through him. his eyes lock on it, feral and unblinking and he bites the inside of his cheek, hoping the sting will snap him back but he can only imagine sinking his teeth into that ass, marking you, claiming you, pounding you into the counter ‘til you’re a drooling mess.
“they look fine,” he grits out, voice like gravel, low enough that you don’t catch the edge. you turn to face him, still wrestling the zipper, and the way your tits bounces with the effort makes his slacks tighten painfully and a faint dampness begins to prick at the fabric. he shifts in his seat, the chair groaning under him, and sets the mug down with a hard thud, splintering the handle, and he doesn’t blink.
“fine?” you laugh, oblivious, spinning to give him a view of the back. “kento, they’re literally cutting me in half!” you wiggle again, testing the fit, and he swears he sees every ripple of your ass in slow motion. his control frays, thread by thread, and he’s picturing it: hands sinking into that plump ass, fucking you right there, ramming into you from behind ‘til the cabinets rattle and you’re dripping with his cum.
“you look… good,” he manages, the words clipped, barely civil. suddenly his tie feels like a noose, and he yanks at it, loosening the knot as he fights the urge to tie you up with it, wrap it around your wrists, arms pinned behind you while he knots it into your skin, leaving red marks he’d lick later. he shifts his weight again, thighs flexing, trying to will it down, but the sight of you in those jeans already has heat pooling low, threatening to spill over if he doesn’t get a grip.
you beam at him, all sweet. “good? well, that’s a relief,” you say, finally getting the jeans zipped, though they hug you like a second skin. you smooth your hands over your hips, turning side to side, and he tracks every movement. “i was worried i’d have to toss these. they’re my favorite.” and his too.
“keep them,” he says, too fast, too rough, standing abruptly. the chair scrapes back, loud, and he stalks toward the sink, dumping the rest of his coffee to give his hands something other to do than to pin you down and fuck into you like an animal. he’s losing it—really losing it—and you don’t even notice, chattering on about your day like he’s not two seconds from gagging you with his cock, stuffing you ‘til your throat’s full.
“—and then i’ve got that meeting at noon, but i’ll be home early,” you’re saying, stepping closer to grab an apple from the bowl. you brush past him, hip grazing his thigh, and he exhales hard through his nose, gripping the sink’s edge until his fingers ache. your scent hits him, floral and clean, and he’s feral, imagining fisting your hair, yanking your head back, fucking you hard and fast.
“kento?” you pause, apple halfway to your mouth, tilting your head up at him. “you okay? you’re all… tense.” your eyes are wide, soft, and he wants to ruin you—mark that pretty throat, choke you with his fingers, fuck you ‘til those pretty lips can’t form words anymore.
“just—” he clears his throat, stepping back, forcing distance. “long night.” a lie, weak, but you nod, accepting it like always. he adjusts his glasses, hands shaking slightly, and turns away, pretending to rinse the mug. his slacks cling to him, the wet spot dark against his thigh, precum soaking through the fabric as his cock throbs, painfully hard, leaking with every jiggle of your ass he can’t unsee.
he shifts, trying to hide it, but the friction only makes it worse—his balls ache, tight and heavy, and he bites back a groan, imagining unloading inside you, painting your insides until you’re dripping with him. the sink’s cold edge digs into his palms as he grips it, desperate to keep from yanking his pants down and fucking you right there.
“finish getting ready,” he says, voice tight, controlled by a thread. “i’ll drive you.” he doesn’t trust himself to stay here, not with you prancing around like that, all innocent and ripe for the taking. you smile, oblivious, and bounce off toward the bedroom, ass jiggling one last time as you go. he watches, jaw flexing, and knows—he’s not making it through the day.
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⁀➷ part one ♡ masterlist


#—amy writes : kento nanami ★#nanami kento smut#nanami smut#kento smut#nanami x reader smut#kento nanami smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami x y/n#nanami kento x reader#divider by cafekitsune
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POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT




Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻
#azriel x reader#jason todd x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#rhysand x y/n#is it really difficult to write something that is not smut?#paul atreides x reader#castlevania imagine#alucard x reader#feyd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd x y/n#nightwing x reader#sylus x reader#love and deepspace x reader#sylus x mc#sylus x y/n#jojo's bizzare adventure x reader#leon kennedy x reader#lookism x reader#manhwa x reader#maedhros x reader#jinwoo sung x reader#mysme x reader#anime x reader#twst x reader
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meeting katsuki’s parents was… an experience.
you had prepared yourself for a lot—maybe his mom would be strict, maybe his dad would be intimidating, maybe they’d question your intentions. what you didn’t expect was for mitsuki bakugo to take one look at you, blink, then turn to her son with the most incredulous expression you’d ever seen.
“you’re messing with me.”
katsuki clicked his tongue. “what the hell are you talking about?”
she gestured at you. “this is your girlfriend?”
you smiled nervously and gave a little wave. “um, hi?”
she looked back at katsuki. “be serious.”
katsuki groaned, running a hand down his face. “yes, old hag, this is my girlfriend. what, you think i’m lying?”
mitsuki stared at you again, then back at katsuki, then back at you. “sweetheart,” she said, addressing you this time, “blink twice if you need help.”
masaru sighed from the kitchen table. “mitsuki…”
“no, seriously! you’re so cute, so polite—what do you even see in this angry little goblin?” she continued, gesturing wildly at her son.
you giggled. “he’s not that bad.”
katsuki scoffed. “damn right i’m not.”
mitsuki ignored him. “so, what? you just… like him? like, willingly?”
you nodded. “mhm! he’s actually really sweet when you get to know him.”
mitsuki looked so unconvinced. “are we talking about the same kid? blond, loud, temper worse than mine?”
masaru chuckled. “it does seem surprising, dear.”
“i don’t get what’s so shocking about this!” katsuki snapped, crossing his arms. “i’m a catch, damn it!”
mitsuki smirked. “you’re something, alright.”
you just squeezed katsuki’s hand, beaming up at him. “i think he’s perfect.”
he huffed, ears tinged pink. “damn right i am.”
mitsuki clapped you on the back—hard enough to almost knock you over. “you’ve got patience, i’ll give you that. welcome to the family, sweetheart. you’re gonna need all the luck you can get.”
#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou#bakugo#bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo mha#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#boku no hero#bhna#mha#mha x reader#mha bakugou#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#bakugo katuski#mha katsuki bakugo#mha katsuki#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugou x you#katsuki bakugou fluff#bakugou fluff#bakugo katsuki x reader#☕️ riu! writes#ᥫ᭡. mha
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warnings: breeding k., pet names
husband!nanami kento who stares at you from afar like a stupid teenager with a crush and when you catch him he turns his head foward and focuses on something completely different as if he needed to hide it.
husband!nanami kento who doesn't walk with you without placing his hand somewhere on your body; holding your hand, your waist, placing his arm over your shoulders, locking his arms with yours...it doesn't matter, he needs to hold you somehow.
husband!nanami kento who got a huge baby fever when he saw you patting yuji's head with such a motherly smile and let his imagination run wild about you holding a little girl in your arms with his eyes and your nose.
husband!nanami kento who got touchier after that day, clingier, needier and when you decided to talk to him about it he hits you with a "you'd be such an amazing mother, sweetheart" making your heart flutter.
husband!nanami kento who now had you in missionary bellow him, kisses and marks being left on your neck and collarbones as his cock brushes against your cervix with every deep thrust, his filthy words coming out as pants and groans: "i'm go- ing to fuck a- ngh- baby into you" "goin' to look sooo- fuck- so beautiful carrying my- our baby, right, doll?" "you like that, huh? keeping me so deep, love"
husband!nanami kento who apologises if he was too rough as he massages your tired body in the bathtub, the feeling of his cum still inside you and you tease him, saying that you never thought he was this wild for breeding you, making him turn his head away in faux embarrassement as you chuckle.
#⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ miche writes#jujutsu kaisen#nanami kento#kento nanami#nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#jjk au#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x y/n#jjk x reader#jjk smut
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sukuna who hates nicknames. he thinks they're dumb, and doesn't want anyone shortening his name. and why would they? it would be nothing more than dulling his glory, and that was treacherous.
but, on everything that was holy, he hated when you called him 'sukuna'. just couldn't handle it, what a baby, huh? it just felt too informal, like you were just some person.
which you weren't. you were everything to him, the only measly human he'd ever allow in his presence. so, yeah, you got privileges.
"sukuna?" you'd ask, sometimes, wanting his attention. maybe you wanted him to look at this cute pair of boots you found, or a funny cat video.
he would ignore you.
you'd try again, "sukuna?" you think he hasn't heard you, but you can see his eyebrow twitch. "su- oh, my god. 'kuna. ryo. baby. darling. my precious."
and then, he'd look up. "yes, petal?"
"you're such a baby, you know that?"
"do you dare insult me?"
"yes," you deadpan. "now come over here, you big baby."
"tch. manners."
"please, come over here, you big baby."
doesn't matter, he would have succumbed to you, one way or another. he's weak for you like that.
#ryomen sukuna#sukuna headcanons#jjk sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna#sukuna ryomen#jujutsu sukuna#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#sukuna fluff#jjk fluff#angel writes. ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚
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Imagine Toji with a very talkative younger girlfriend who doesn’t know when to ever shut the fuck up, your words tumbling out your mouth faster than he can even process. Toji is an older man who’s in his damn 40s, tired and worn out after a long day of chasing and murdering a bunch of fools, not as young and energetic as you so sometimes he just lets out a deep, exhausted sigh and…
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and let this loud pussy do all the talking?” He meanly grumbled in a hoax tone as his toned pelvis rudely smacks against the soft, rippling flesh of your meaty ass. His vicelike grip tightened on your hips, calloused fingers digging into the flesh just enough to make you arch deeper into his body.
The nasty sounds of your wet, squelching little cunt filled his ears and the entire room, it’s as if it was thanking him for his rough pounding every time he dives his cock deeper in with relentless force.
“Fuck you hear that? He rasped, his voice thick with sheer amusement. “So fucking greedy and loud for my fat cock” The deep, sexy timbre of his voice only had your horny hole drooling even more over his shaft, warm pearlescent slick coating him in a way that made him even harder when he feels it gradually spreading around him. Your whimpers were caught in your throat, babbling something incoherent that he doesn’t give a single fuck about.
“Nah, don’t start runnin’ your fucking mouth now”, he chuckled darkly. A heavy hand coming down to land a firm slap on the swell of your ass, making you jolt and bury your face further into the pillows, trying to muffle the gasps that are escaping your lips.
Your body trembled, overstimulated and desperate. Your poor thighs twitching as he kept up his brutal pace that only he could possibly possess. His cock was splitting you open in two halves as he craves his dick shape into you at the same time. Each deep thrust knocked the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping for air. It’s as if he’s handling your cunt like some grippy fuckhole for him to take his exhaustion and frustration out on.
"You were talkin' so damn much earlier," he mocked, one big hand sliding up your spine to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so you could hear him clearer. His lips brushed against your ear, his voice nothing but a low, taunting growl. "Where's all that mouth now, huh?".
You tried to form words, tried to respond, but all that left your lips was a high-pitched moan, a sound that only seemed to stroke the older man’s fucking ego even more.
"That's what I thought," he sneered, slamming his hips flush against yours in a mean, abusive way— grinding deep before pulling back just to repeat the same punishing rhythm. "Guess this greedy fuckin' pussy is the only thing that knows how to answer me right now”.
#had to write something for my talkative girls :333#toji fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen#toji jjk#jjk#toji smut#toji imagine#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji x reader#toji x female reader#toji x y/n#toji x you#jjk imagines#jjk smut#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x female reader#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic
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Anyway my actual justification for the way I act and am is more like... "Empathy is a skill. It's something that you have to practice, that you have to cultivate. When you look around at the people around you, the world around you, so many people are comfortable turning their empathy off. Doesn't that disgust you? Isn't it awful to see the casual cruelty that people employ constantly? The way they lash out at people, the way they throw little barbs, blame other people for their own problems... I can't stop them. I can't control them, or make the world better, or fix how easy it is to be cruel. What I can do is work constantly to make sure that I am not that person. That I never make anyone feel the way I have felt. That I don't indulge the base desire to hurt others for my own satisfaction. But that's not a choice you make once and leave it at that. It's something you have to try, actively, at every chance you get. And yeah, I'm not perfect. I fail to be kind more than I'd like, but I can always keep trying at the next opportunity."
#to be perfectly clear this is not particularly healthy either#it creates a set of circumstances where i'm constantly judging myself and finding fault with how i act#and gives me unreasonable standards of how i should behave#which leads to me you know#being a martyr coded messiah girl#n@ post#n@writing
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𓍼 gojo accidentaly calling you mommy in the heat of the moment.
mommy kink. satoru doing a reverse card on you. ¹⁸ mlist
“mommy—” gojo groans his face buried on the crook of your neck, hands holding onto the headboard, your eyes widen, your hand flying to his hair, tugging sharp enough to make him hiss.
“mommy?” you repeat, your voice mix of shock and glee, a grin spreading across your face.
he definitely said that on accident, both of you knew damn well it was, and you’re about to tease the shit out of him.
“shut up.” he growls, cutting you off with a harder thrust, the kind that makes your breath catch and your toes curl, his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you back to meet his relentless pace.
“don’t even start.” but you’re already laughing, breathy and smug, your nails raking his scalp.
“no, no, mommy? really?” you taunt, your voice dripping with mockery.
“didn’t know you were that needy, baby boy.” gojo’s eyes flash, narrowing as he lifts his head, his smirk dangerous and all trouble.
“oh, you wanna play like that?” he says, his voice low, teasing, he slams into you again, deeper, making you moan loud and sharp.
“yeah, mommy? want me to fuck you like this, mommy?” he flips your tease right back, his tone mocking and filthy, leaning into the slip like it’s his new weapon.
“fuck!” you gasp, your head tipping back as he hits that spot that makes you see stars, his hands slides to your thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access to drive into you.
he leans down, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “c’mon, mommy, tell me how good it feels. you’re so loud earlier, what happend now?” you try to retort, but he thrusts harder, cutting you off with a cry that’s all pleasure, no words.
his hands gripped you tighter, one sliding to your clit, circling fast and rough, his thigh shifting under your leg to lift your lower body up.
“c’mon, keep talkin, i fuckin’ dare you.” you laugh, breathy and broken, but you’re losing ground, your moans louder than your words.
you opened your mouth your voice shaky. “you're so—fuckin—desperate, callin’ me mommy like that.”
“desperate?” gojo’s eyes darken, and he slams into you, hard enough to make the bed creak louder, your cry echoing. “who’s desperate now, huh?”
“want it harder, mommy? like this?” he thrusts deeper, faster, his fingers circling your clit in time, and you’re gone, your moans turning to screams, your body shaking as you cum, hard and fast, clenching around him.
#kai ࣪ ִֶָ writes satoru 𓂃#satoru gojo x reader#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#jjk smut#jjk x you#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#gojo satoru x you#gojo smut#gojo x you#satoru gojo x y/n#satoru gojo x you#jujutsu gojo#jjk satoru#satoru smut#satoru gojo x reader smut#jujutsu satoru#satoru gojo smut
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“she’ll have your eyes.”
your brows quirk up. “she?”
satoru hums, his large hand rubbing your swollen belly, growing with the life the both of you created together.
“how could you be so sure?”, you murmur inquisitively, fingers gently tugging at strands of arctic white.
your husband chuckles softly at your question, pulling you onto his lap as if you were a delicate thing made of glass, hands resting on your thighs.
his cerulean blue eyes dart down towards your stomach, rubbing the bump affectionately.
“i just am.”
“uh huh,” you sound with an undertone of disbelief. “and i’m assuming your six eyes must’ve shown you, oh great and powerful sorcerer?”
satoru snorts at your sarcastic response, pinching the flesh of your inner thigh gently for your cheekiness. you pout, and his eyes glimmer with amusement.
“maybe it did. maybe it showed me a cute little girl with your eyes and my hair. who knows?”
“hm… well, is that what you want? a girl?”, you fiddle with the collar of his uniform he neglected changing out of, opting to fall straight into your arms the moment he walked through the door.
your husband shrugs, his hands resting on your hips now, giving them a light squeeze. his sights don’t stray for a single moment from your pregnant tummy, caught up in imagining a tiny version of you inside, his heart fluttering with love and excitement.
“don’t care. as long as it’s ours.”
#᠙𑣱 — aomi writes#tw pregnancy#gojo x reader#gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x you#satoru x you#jjk satoru#gojo x y/n#gojo headcanons#jjk drabbles#gojo fluff
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pervy husband!nanami, but he doesn’t realise just how perverted he is for his wife, you.
excluding the panties that disappear from your drawer when he leaves for business trips, the way he likes to duck his head beneath your skirt and bury his face into your clothed cunt just to take a deep inhale through his nose, or how he likes to ‘subtly’ cop a feel or two whenever you’re outside. . . it is nothing compared to kento’s favorite thing to do whenever you’re intimate.
the thing he loves to do the most is dumping loads of his cum inside your pussy before eating you out for hours on end. kento’s a sucker for it—lapping up your mixture of juices, tasting the product of your lovemaking and pushing the left-over sticky semen back inside you with his tongue.
kento literally cannot stop once he starts. he gets so lost in the taste of your sweet cunt after he gave it a passionate and rough fucking. you have to physically yank his head away from your puffy folds once you get too overstimulated after your nth orgasm, or he just won’t snap out of his pussy-drunk daze.
and when you do pull your husband away, his tongue is lolled out of his mouth, half-lidded eyes still hyperfixated on your soaked pussy lips like a man addicted, his head stubbornly pushing back against your hands to try and dive between your thighs once more to get a final taste.
and trust me, if you do let him get that ���final taste’, he will not leave your creampied pussy alone for another hour.

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“one more round, baby?” satoru murmurs, voice husky, sprawled on the couch beside you, nintendo switch controller in hand, playing mario kart after sex. you’re in his oversized shirt and panties, thighs still sticky, exhausted. “i’m tired, satoru,” you whine, focusing on the screen, dodging a banana peel.
he pouts, all puppy eyes, “tired? after i made you cum twice?” you elbow him, blushing, “shut up!” he grins, teasing, “bet i could get you going again.” you roll your eyes, “focus, you’re losing.” but he’s undeterred, tossing his controller and sliding closer, “rather taste you than win.”
“wait, what—” you start, but he’s already nuzzling your thigh, lips brushing your panties, licking the damp fabric, tasting your arousal. “fuck, still so wet,” he groans, tongue pressing, making you moan. he pushes your panties aside, exposing your slick pussy, and dives in, licking slow, savoring, tongue circling your clit.
“satoru, fuck!” you gasp, legs trembling, his hands holding your thighs open, sucking softly, making you squirm. “still tired?” he teases, looking up, lips glistening, and you’re horny all over again, “you’re the worst.” he smirks, tongue plunging deeper, “gonna make you cum again, then we’ll game.”

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⌖ his bunny. / drabble



⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . dead-flight .ᐟ masterlist
thinking about 141 deciding to meet up off duty to hang out and have some drinks, when soap suggests your house—they’ve never met simon’s missus, and hell, what better time than now?
they pile into your house, heavy builds dwarfing most of your stuff—you expected it with simon, but all four of them was a whole lot more. but the lot of them, apart from simon, were entirely shocked by you. you were his complete opposite, greeted them with a big smile and offered them drinks, etcetera.
you were a literal angel, pink fluffy dresses and all.
so when they got back on base, of course rumors started to spread (courtesy of Soap), that simon was keeping a pretty thing hostage, that you were somehow being paid to stay with him, and worse, that he'd stolen you from someone else-- simon had to do something about it.
the day he gets home from a grueling mission, the 141 groupchat gets a message, a video of you spread around his cock, right in front of a mirror, in that same dress you'd first welcomed them in. you're bouncing up and down, your fingers dug into simon's calves. your sweet voice is mewling desperately, tears streaking down your cheeks, "simon, simon, simon" falling like a mantra.
"say it, sweet'eart," his voice is thick, heavy with lust, "y'want me ta let you cum, no?"
"simon! simon... simon, i'm yours!"
as if there was any doubt you were anyone's but his.
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