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Summer days 🌞
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👉 My first calendar is now available 😸
little owls and cow parsley, may 2026.
more experimenting
toward the sun, from the sun
Please help me find this fic, I miss reading it so bad and can’t find it anywhere..
It’s a KiriBaku yandere oneshot, where the reader escapes from their captives place, through the woods, only to get hurt, cold, and wish they stayed with their captors.
It’s kinda Stockholm Syndrome, where they realize they are loved and safe with the two boys, and should stay with them at home.
I can’t find it anywhere online please if you know it, helpppp my heart needs to read it again
masterlist
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. here y'all have what i mentioned last week about having written. it was funny when i began to realize how similar i imagine some of them.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ characters. ohma tokita, baki hanma, raian kure, jack hanma, kaolan wongsawat, katsumi orochi, yoroizuka saw paing, retsu kaioh, kano agito & pickle.
romantic headcanons about some kengan and baki men
Ohma Tokita shows affection in a way that’s awkward but sincere. He offers blunt compliments, unexpected gestures or quiet companionship rather than flowery words. He trusts you and your abilities to defend yourself, but his protective instincts activate quickly whenever he senses danger nearby. Training together becomes a form of bonding for him, and he adapts everything to your level so you can enjoy it. He won't mind becoming your personal trainer for the occasion.
Although he doesn’t seem like the sentimental kind, he quickly comes to remember small details about your preferences, from your favorite color to how you like your belongings to be placed. His strongest expression of love is simply being there (aka quality time): sharing meals, sitting beside you or staying close after a long day.
Baki Hanma is a deeply loyal and supportive partner, someone who pushes your goals with the same determination he applies to his own; one could even say he believes in you more than yourself (/j). He’s emotionally open, speaking honestly about what he feels, and he deeply appreciates when you do the same back.
Despite the chaos that surrounds his whole life, he treasures the simple, quiet moments you share: walks, meals, peaceful evenings that remind him of normalcy. His protective instincts are always present but never suffocating, given he trusts your strength even as he stays alert to danger (just like ohma). His affection shows up naturally in small gestures through the day, from a warm smile to his daily check‑ins that make you feel cared for.
death will NOT do us part. move ur ass over I'm getting in the coffin too.
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
#196
Waiting on client approval 🤞🏻
“Sleep, Cho.”
Soft pants left your lips as your palms rested against your boyfriend’s heaving chest, imprints of your nails on the firm flesh of his shoulders. You’d just rode your poor, sweet boyfriend into oblivion after all.
“Are you okay, Cho?” You murmured, trailing your hand up to his damp cheek and rubbing his salty tears and sweat away.
He nodded, leaning into your hand. “M-Mhm…” Choso hummed, still going through the aftershocks of his nth orgasm. A soft smile grazed his lips as he settled even deeper into your touch.
You smiled too, slowly lifting yourself off his member. A soft slap against his skin broke the silence as you sat on your side of the bed. “Sit up.” You whispered, rubbing his chest. He quickly (as possible) obliged and rested his back against the headboard with a soft wince at the cool material.
“Here, drink it.” Your hands placed a glass of water that was on your nightstand into his own.
Choso drank it in maybe two gulps, then sighed with ease as he leaned onto your shoulder.
“Hmm… we should do that every night.” He suggested with an even wider smile, kissing your cheek and making a small noise of protest when you moved to get up from bed. “Where are you going?”
“To run a bath.” You replied before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
You came back a few minutes later to find him laying down, his arms wrapped tightly around your pillow, staring in the direction of the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom. He immediately perked up at the sight of you.
With a smile, you walked over to the bed while he sat up again. “Come on, babe. Let’s get in the bath.” You said to him, pressing your lips to his hand and pulling him up to his feet. He followed you to the bathroom and sat in the tub, sighing as he basked in the warm water. You got in with him, settling onto his lap.
“Mmh…” he hummed, nuzzling your neck. You reached to your side, grabbing a bottle of body wash and splatting some onto his loofah. The scented soap lathered against his skin as you rubbed the object along his back. “That feels nice.” He mumbled tiredly.
“Yeah?” You asked, trying to keep him awake so he wouldn’t pass out in the water.
“Mhm.” He confirmed, leaning against you even more as you scrubbed his arms.
“Don’t fall asleep, Cho.” Another soft noise of protest came from your boyfriend. “Cho.” You warned. He kissed your neck in response, his lips curved up in a drowsy smile against your skin.
The two of you got out of the bath after you washed yourself off as well. Choso could barely get dressed before collapsing onto the bed. You smiled and laid down beside him.
“Tired?” You asked, tucking his hair behind his ear.
He nodded, his eyes shut as he wrapped himself around you.
“Sleep, Cho.” You whispered, kissing the crown of his head as he buried his face into your neck again.
“I love you…” he mumbled softly.
Your lips formed a soft grin into his soft hair. “I love you more.”
A grunt of disagreement came from him at that. He smacked your hip, too spent and sore to argue about who loves who more right now. “No.” He whined. “Just sleep, please.” His words were muffled against your neck.
He heard you laugh. “Fine, fine.” You agreed. “But I still love you more.” You whispered, tightening your arms around him.
Tags: @hypnoticcexe
A/N: Please don’t translate my art without permission. Do not use for AI training.
᭡୧ prof!nanami corrupting his A+ student into riding him ..
nanami’s thick cock splits you open so slow at first, the blunt head catching at your entrance before he rocks up and sinks in deep, stretching you wide around that fat length until your thighs tremble on either side of his hips.
you’re supposed to be the one in control here, teacher’s pet perched on top like you’re the one running the show, but the second he bottoms out your mouth falls open on a broken little moan and your rule about no kissing crumbles like it always does.
his big hands lock around the curve of your ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, guiding you down until your clit grinds against the base of him and you feel every inch pulsing inside you.
“that’s it,” he murmurs against your jaw, voice low and rough like gravel, “ride it just like that, baby. show me how bad you need it.”
you try to keep it steady, hips rolling in tight little circles, but he starts thrusting up to meet you and it turns filthy fast.
skin slapping wet and loud, your soaked pussy creaming down his shaft every time you lift and drop, the obscene sound of it filling the room while your tits bounce under the thin fabric of your top. he yanks the neckline down so he can watch them, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re stiff and aching, then he pulls you forward so your chest presses to his and your mouths crash together again.
you told him no kissing. you swore it. but nanami kisses like he fucks—deep, hungry, tongue sliding against yours while he grips your waist and fucks up into you harder, the slap of his hips meeting your ass echoing every time he drives in to the hilt.
your hands fist in his hair, tugging, because you can’t help it, can’t stop yourself from whining into his mouth when the angle shifts and his cock drags right over that spot that makes your vision spark white.
he breaks the kiss just long enough to bite your bottom lip, eyes dark and half-lidded under you.
“broke your rule again,” he says, smug, voice wrecked, and then he’s dragging you down harder, forcing you to take every thick inch while your clit grinds against him with every thrust. you’re dripping, slick running down his balls, soaking the sheets, but he doesn’t care.
he just keeps fucking up into you like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else, one hand sliding between your bodies so his thumb can circle your clit in tight, mean little strokes.
your thighs burn, your cunt clenches around him so hard it’s almost embarrassing, but nanami groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, hips snapping up faster, chasing that wet heat.
“come on, pretty girl,” he breathes right against your lips, “let me feel you come all over my cock. been thinking about this since you started explaining quadratic functions like i could focus on anything but how tight this pussy is.”
you try to answer but it comes out a sob, your whole body shuddering as the pressure coils tighter and tighter. he kisses you again, swallowing every desperate sound while he fucks you through it, relentless, until your orgasm crashes over you so hard your vision blurs and your nails rake down his chest. he doesn’t stop. he just grips you tighter, fucks you deeper through the aftershocks, chasing his own release with low, filthy grunts that vibrate against your mouth.
when he finally comes it’s with your name on his tongue and his cock buried to the hilt, pulsing hot and thick inside you while he keeps rocking up slow, drawing it out, making sure you feel every drop. you collapse against his chest, lips still brushing his, rule long forgotten, and nanami just smirks against your skin like he knew you’d break it all along.
ᨳິ ׂ 𓈒 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .. 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 enjoys flustering you with his hot praise ⸝⸝ ྀ
suguru is already ruining you, balls deep and perfectly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly. always able to tell just what will drive you insane, what will have your walls trembling and eyes rolling. he reads you like a book, which is why he's being evil and singing you sinful praises.
"you feel so good, pretty," he hums low, leaning down so he can speak right into your ear, "those little sounds you're letting out are letting me know you feel the same."
you bite your lip to hold back those exact noises he's talking about. whinging at him to, "stop." your words ring hollow to even your ears though. fingers gripping him tight, legs wrapped around his slim waist to keep him trapped inside you.
"i'm just trying to tell you how hot you are," a laugh passes his lips, amused. "you're all twitchy and worked up, i love it."
your cunt drips around him, soaking him in even more slick the more he talks, "sugu, stop– hng– stop talking."
he ignores your words, "shhh, listen." his big palm covers your mouth so you'll be quiet and focus in on the wet squelching of him fucking your pussy. "god, you're so wet. creaming all over me," letting out a wistful sigh, like he dreams about this.
his hand stays on your mouth, "can you feel the way you're pulsing around me?—" sentence cut off by a drawn out groan, and then picking back up like he didn't just almost fall apart, "i can, i can and it feels fucking divine."
suguru can feel the way your skin flushes and heats up under his touch, so obvious to him how much you're enjoying his taunting despite your whining. spine tingling from how much he enjoys this, how good it feels.
your eyes meet his and you break, waterline brimming with unshed tears. the pleasure is overwhelming you, as well as his humiliating praise that you enjoy far too much. not able to tell him to shut up and not really wanting to anymore anyways. your lips press a soft kiss to his palm and he coos at you.
"you're so pretty," he removes his hand and flattens himself to you completely, head tucking into your neck, "my pretty baby. my pretty, pathetic, baby."
his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock throbbing inside your walls as he keeps pressing kisses to your skin, along with his murmured words. your stomach flips from the stimulation, cumming on him, soaking his dick in fresh, honeyed slick.
"ah, there we go," he sighs. head tilting down so he can glimpse how his shaft looks as he pulls out, dripping obscenely from your orgasm. "messy little thing." and he doesn't sound the least bit disappointed about it.
"you're so evil," you pout, trying to ignore your lingering need. his cock still hard and half-way inside your shaking pussy.
"you love it," suguru stuffs you full once more, his chest rumbling with a moan, "i know just how horny it makes you."
SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).
I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.
IN SHORT
Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.
When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using
his dyslexia;
his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and
a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,
as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.
When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there.
THE TAKEAWAYS
1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain;
2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and
3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again.
THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)
Hey guys I know I haven’t been active much but I just stumbled upon this on my feed and it’s PISSING ME OFF REALLY BAD. PLEASE SHARE SPREAD AROUND REPOST WHATEVER JUST SPREAD THIS EVERYWHERE YOU CAN CUZ THIS IS GENUINELY HORRIBLE. I have considered creating fan fiction on ao3 but now this keeps me away from it. It’s so fucking horrible that now because of a possibility that my own creative work could get scraped and put into AI crap is genuinely straying me away from that because I fear that might happen to me. If you’re a writer that has previously published on ao3 please beware of this and please inform other writers around you about this.
I'm SICK and TIRED of the Kento Nanami mischaracterization.
(Now playing, "Sweet" - Cigarettes After Sex)
(MDNI! Lots of nsfw/sex talk, Husband!Nanami, fluff, comfort(?), smut, short drabble, Reader is heavily implied fem, pregnancy talk, I suppose? Just soft sex with Nanami.)
Kento Nanami does not fuck.
This man is not coming home after a hard day at work and "fucking the shit out of you." Half the time, he can barely get the dinner you made him in his stomach before he's crashing.
This man is not getting off on being called daddy. Or spanking you while calling you his "good little girl."
Nanami views the idea of coming home to you as the only good thing about leaving in the first place. So when he does come back home to you, he expects softness. Comfort. Not lust.
Nanami isn't a lustful man. This isn't to say he doesn't like sex. He adores it. With the right person, of course. But it's not something he does for his own greed. Kento does not fuck. He makes love.
As cheesy as he knows he'd sound if he ever said it out loud, it's the only descriptive that's ever felt right to him. Nanami doesn't want to grab you by your legs and pin you to the wall and "fuck" you. That sounds aggressive, degrading. As if his spouse, his love, his reason for coming home at all, was something to be used.
Nanami pours all of his love into having sex with you. (Literally and figuratively)
He's not grabbing your chin and spitting into your mouth. He's interlocking your fingers, his lips ghosting over yours as his forehead rests against your own.
He's not saying "look at this pretty fuckin' thing..." while admiring the way your cunt clenches around him. He's saying, "You're so pretty... my angel.." while looking into your teary eyes.
Yes, Nanami is Cumming inside of you. But it's not because he wants to "claim" you or prove he "owns" you. But because he wishes to one day start a family with you. A real family. With the love of his life.
This man isn't rolling over and falling asleep on the opposite side of the bed after sex. Nanami cleans you up as if the touch of water on its own will make you disintegrate like cotton candy. He wraps you up in his big arms, knowing there's not a single place on earth you could be safer. He's kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back as you both fall asleep.
《A/N: stop headcannoning Nanami as some weird lowk abusive freaky BDSM husband 🙏 SUKUNA IS RIGHT THERE.》
SAY IT LOUDER FIR THE PPL IN THE BACK
<𝟑 .ᐟ 3 4 STEPS TO GET YOUR PERV ROOMMATES TO FUCK YOU!
₊˚⊹ᰔ sukuna x reader x toji
₊˚⊹ᰔ you can read pt. 1 here, or it can be read separately! MDNI. fem!reader, p in v, oral (f receiving), lots of teasing, bratty reader, trip to paris iykwim, NOT PROOFREAD! sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes!
it’s been a week since your five brain cells finally formed a thought and you discovered your roommates were utter pervs, jerking off shamelessly to you! at least sukuna tried to hide it, but toji? he’d straight up check you out, shamelessly! he even started flirting! it’s a good thing you’ve been acting so slutty on purpose, you wanted this reaction. whats wrong with a girl being a perv, too? they were big, strong, sexy men! doesn’t hurt a girl to flaunt a little for their attention, and you had their attention alright.
while they were shameless, boy did they have some self control. toji flirted, yea, but neither of them would ever go out of their way to touch you intimately. you knew they jerked off every night to you, could hear them groaning your name, but they never tried anything. it was great they were so respecting of your personal space, but you were asking for this, for goodness sake!
you began masturbating, loudly, with the door cracked open just a smidge so your two dumb, horny roommates could take a goddamn hint. you know they both witnessed you dipping your fingers into your sopping cunt, teasing yourself with that old hot pink vibrator, and heard you moaning their names, so why have they not budged yet?! toji walked in on you fucking yourself on a seven inch dildo and sukuna watched you squirt all over your bedsheets while chanting his name- so why had neither of them stepped forward to just fuck you already? you were beginning to think you were acting like more of a perv than them.
it was time to up your game. show them you were just as into them as they were you. and you had just the perfect plan: seduce them, get their gears turning, sex! your first target? toji.
✎ STEP ONE: SEDUCE. TARGET: TOJI.
toji was the easier target, surely he’d fold first. you know how fascinated he is with your panties, so here you are, shoving a victoria’s secret bag stuffed with lingerie and panties right in his face.
“toji! i need your help picking which one is the sexiest. could you help me?” you’re looking at him as sultry as ever, eyelashes batting sweetly, bottom lip jut out just a tad for your teeth to sink into. toji already looks far gone just staring into the contents of the bag, he’ll be so easy.
“you want my help, doll? why d’ya need this many pairs, anyways? tryna impress some guy?”
“something like that,” you’re twirling your hair with your pointer finger now, looking up at him beneath batted lashes. you cant help the smirk that tugs at your lips when you see his expression morph into one of irritation. he’s a jealous guy, too? you’re going to have so much fun with him.
“shouldn’t you be showin’ him, then?” toji questions, arms crossing across his chest, making his biceps squeeze so deliciously under that tight shirt of his. you make an effort to shamelessly stare at the way his biceps bulge, give him the fucking hint that you’re into him.
“no, no,” you’re shaking your head, “don’t you know it’s bad luck for your date to see your panties before the date?” you’re questioning him this time, hands on your hips as you make him feel like the dumbass while you utter straight bullshit.
“uh… never heard of that one.”
“well, now you have. so, wanna see me try them on? judging them from the model is probably more accurate than just seeing them in the bag.”
toji almost sputters, you have to tear your gaze away to stop yourself from laughing. he’s agreeing, though, leading you to his room where you can finally seduce him properly.
it only takes you trying on the first pair of panties for him to sport a boner, you could spot the huge tent in his pants from a mile away! he was way easier than you thought, only one pair and he’s already aching like that? how pathetic. you can’t say you blame him, though. they are a cute pair, and in his favorite color, black. it’s a g-string thong, does not even cover your ass a bit. there’s a cute little bow that decorates the front, and most of the fabric is sheer. maybe you shouldn’t have gone all out on the first pair, it’s no wonder he’s already this hard. oh well, you’ve been waiting for this moment alone with him for a week, can you blame a girl for being a little impatient?
now you’re making your way towards his spot on the bed, slow and teasing, swaying your hips just to put on a show. toji’s speechless when you plop yourself right down on his lap, your legs falling on either side of his thighs. successfully straddling him to the bed. the guttural groan he lets out when you grind your hips against his lets you know it’s time to commence step two.
✎ STEP TWO: MAKE THAT MAN USE HIS BRAIN. TARGET: TOJI.
“what’s wrong?” you tease, rubbing your pantie-clad pussy against his bulge. it’s bigger than you imagined, you were almost scared to see the real thing.
“doll,” toji groans, scarred hands finally touching you to grip the flesh of your hips. he has a tight hold on you, like he is afraid of letting you go, like he physically needs you on his lap or he’ll die.
“hmm?” your teasing hum is whispered into the shell of his ear before you nip playfully at the earlobe. the action successfully spurred toji further on, nails now digging into your plush skin, you were sure he was going to leave marks at this rate. he’s shifting you now, making you sit right on his knee.
you find out then that toji is just as much as a tease as you, because now he’s rocking you back and forth on his knee, nudging your now aching clit with each bounce. he can feel you soaking against his sweatpants, panties (which you just bought, mind you) were already ruined. oh well, he can just keep them after.
“this what you wanted?” toji growled, one hand dipping down to your cunt while the other wrapped around your neck. he’s rubbing you through your panties, teasing your poor, needy clit. when you try to beg him to just touch you already, he’s choking you further, making your eyes roll back all prettily.
wow, you seriously underestimated how easy toji was, because in less than a second he was picking you like you weighed nothing. he’s tossing you on the bed, and before you get a second to even register what’s happening, he’s manhandling you roughly.
“you’ve been teasing me all week,” toji grunts, shoving your face in the pillow and arching your back so your ass was raised high in the air. even though he clearly had the upper hand, you still wiggled your hips, just to be a tease.
toji did not appreciate the wiggle, because a punishing hand is slapped right down on your ass, leaving you squealing into the pillow. you can’t even twist around and fight back, as his free hand is keeping your upper body pinned down.
“don’t like when i do it back t’ya?” another slap, this time to your inner thigh. your body jolts from the sensation, and a muffled sound leaves your lips. he relishes in your vulnerable display, slapping a mean hand down right to your pussy this time.
“toji!” you squeal from your place in the pillow, which comes out more like ‘mmmffi.’ maybe you had taken your teasing a little too far, already babbling a muffle apology as he slaps your clit this time. but toji is far gone at this point, ripping your panties off to directly slap the abused bud.
you’re crying into the pillow at this point as he tortures your needy, oversensitive body. he’s whispering degradations into your ear, ‘ya like that? dirty girl.’ ‘gonna fuck that bratty attitude right outta ya.’ ‘see what teasing gets ya?’ ‘do you like this? fucking slut.’ you hate how wetter his mean words get you, soaking his hand and dripping onto the sheets below you.
toji’s hand is suddenly off you, and you can hear him rustling behind you. you don’t dare move from your spot smushed into the pillows, too scared he’ll just tease you more until you’re overstimulated. you are curious, however, tilting your head back juuuust enough to get a view of the stupidly massive cock of his.
“that is not fitting-” you instantly yelp upon seeing it. toji lets out a little tsk before pushing you back into the pillow, massive tip now lining up with your entrance. “shh, doll, you wanted this, ya? i’ll be gentle, promise. tell me if it hurts, mkay?”
✎ STEP THREE: SEX BACKSHOTS OF DOOM? TARGET: TOJI YOU.
toji was lying when he said he’d be gentle. he was slow and sweet when pushing the fat rod of his inside, whispering how good you were, how well you were taking him. but the moment he bottomed out, he just couldn’t help it and began pounding your welcoming pussy. you weren’t expecting such a big, thick cock to split you open like this, writhing in the sheets as you tried your hardest to accommodate to his length. he was already groaning about how tight your pussy was, gripping to his cock like a virgin.
“fuuuuck babydoll, are you actually a virgin? y’er just- ohmygod- so fuckin’ tight, you’ve gotta be, right? savin’ this pretty pussy for me?”
you’re much too fucked out to respond, a moaning mess as he utterly uses you, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. the arched angle has him hitting spots you didn’t even know existed, vision blurring from absolute pleasure.
“been dreamin’ about this. ‘bout you, doll. been wanting to fuck you soooo bad. ever since you moved in. dreamin’ ‘bout me too, baby? leave your panties lying around all for me, right? wanted me to fuck you so bad you just had to tease me like the little brat you are, that it?”
your muffled screams in the pillow only spur toji on further, thrusting into you at an inhumane pace, deep enough he slammed into your cervix with each thrust. he’s been dreaming of this moment since you moved your pretty ass in, how could he not indulge and absolutely wreck you?
“you’re so sexy. so pretty. wanna make you mine so bad. i’ll take such good care of you, baby.”
he’s wringing an orgasm out of you in seconds, one so intense it leaves you gasping for breath. you were sure you looked a mess, body trembling as your cunt fluttered dangerously around toji’s fat length. when you realize he isn’t stopping anytime soon, still pounding into your overstimulated entrance, all you can do is claw at the bed sheets and scream his name.
“gooooood baby, feel so good around my cock. keep squeezin’ me jus’ like that- gonna make me cum inside you, fuck. would you like that? want me to breed this pussy?”
you’re ashamed to admit his babbles about breeding you have you cumming two more times until he’s pulling out, giving his length two strokes before he came spilling out on his t shirt. you were absolutely wrecked, body sinking into the mattress and lying limp. the only movement you could make was a little twist of your head to tell him just how mean and big he was.
“did you have to be that mean?” your voice comes out in a weak croak, angry glare sent his way. toji just laughs, swatting your ass once before leaving and returning with a towel.
“lemme clean you up, doll. wanna bath?”
toji was surprisingly much more sweet and tender than you imagined. you always thought of him as a fuck and dip kind of guy, but here he was, picking you up bridal style to give you a bath.
“didn’t take you as an aftercare kinda guy,” you giggle lazily, poking toji’s cheek.
“i’m not. you’re just different. can you shut up and get in the bath already?”
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it took you at least two days to recover from toji’s relentless backshots, the backshots of doom your best friend yuki likes to call them. you walked with a limp the past two days, it’s finally dulled down to a little tremble.
toji was at the gym today, giving you a perfect chance to finally execute the same plan with sukuna. yes, even after the backshots of doom, you are greedy and still want more. besides, it wasn’t polite to only give one of them what they wanted!
you caught sukuna off guard in the kitchen in all his glory. shirtless, messy hair, nothing but a pair of boxers, intricate tattoos on full display for you to marvel at. it shocked you that a guy that looked so mean and scary was really just a nice guy underneath, respectful of your privacy and belongings. sometimes you wish he’d just crack once, but it’s okay, you’ve taken things into your own hands now.
✎ STEP ONE: SEDUCE. TARGET: SUKUNA.
“your tattoos are really pretty,” your melodic words startle him from where he had his back facing you, brewing a pot of coffee. he twists himself around to look down at you, sheepish hand flying to rub the back of his neck.
“pretty? that’s not really a word i’d use to describe myself.”
“what’s wrong with a guy being pretty? you are.” you’re hopping yourself onto the kitchen counter now, seated close enough to him that your arms brush against one another. your feet dangle below you, knocking into his leg to gain his attention.
“nothing, i guess. just never been called it… you’ve got me beat, though.”
“are you calling me pretty?” you lean in closer to him, sickly sweet smirk painted on your lips.
“i mean- yeah. obviously. you’re pretty.” you can tell he’s blushing now by the way he turns away from you.
“wanna see mine?”
“huh?” sukunas turning back to face you, eyebrow raised as you give him a cheeky expression.
“my tattoo, silly!”
“you have a tattoo?”
that got his attention, you beckon him forward with a finger, to which he obeys so sweetly. his face becomes the color of his hair when you’re tugging your shorts down as far as you can to show off your cute little heart tattoo, right above your womb.
“you like it?” you ask all innocently, determined to rile him up. you notice the way his adam’s apple bobs, the way he grips the kitchen counter beside you to physically restrain himself from taking you right here, right now.
“i- yeah. it suits you. cute.”
“aaaand?”
“and… it’s pretty, like you.”
“aaaaaaaaand?” now you’re just messing with him.
“a-and…”
gosh. you didn’t know it was possible to reduce sukuna to a blushing mess just from a tattoo. he was much more soft than you gave him credit for.
✎ STEP TWO: MAKE HIM USE THAT BRAIN. TARGET: SUKUNA.
“i’m just teasing you, silly. cmon, i’ll give you a hint.”
“a hint?”
“mmm hmm…” your gaze drifts down to his boxers, bulge already tenting the strained fabric. you tug at the waistband, letting it slap against his skin, not before taking an appreciative glance at the pelvic line tattoos he had to show.
he’s gasping your name, head drooping low onto your shoulder. finally cracked him.
“i know you’ve heard me finger myself to you,” you hum sweetly, palming at the tent in his boxers. he’s groaning, deep and guttural. “do you not want me, too? been fucking myself on my fingers wishing it was you… and you never came to help me…”
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry baby- didn’t wanna scare you. fuck. you’re so perfect, scared you’d run away from me if i tried anything funny.”
his voice is so deep it grumbles in his chest, making you drip through your panties. how could someone so scary be so cute?
“i’d never run away from you. let me show you?” you’re about to hop off the counter, drop to your knees and suck the soul out of his body, but he’s keeping you in place with his inhuman strength.
“no, no, let me make it up to you,” he’s insisting, he’s the one getting on his knees. “been dying to taste you. please, princess? let me show you how bad i’ve wanted you?”
he maneuvers you so your legs are draped over his shoulders, head resting on your inner thigh as he helps you tug your shorts and panties off. sukunas groaning at just the sight of your glistening pussy under the light, taking a deep inhale before getting to work.
sukuna is a patient man, a man who takes his time. he’s killing you with the amount of teasing kisses he lays along your inner thighs, open mouthed and sloppy. he even leaves a few warning nips when you complain how badly you want him- mean!
✎ STEP THREE: SEX BREAKFAST. TARGET: SUKUNA YOU.
finally, his breath ghosts over your sensitive folds. first he kisses them gently, then a tongue- a pierced one- is lapping between them. you immediately fist his hair from the sensation, gripping him so hard it must hurt, but he only groans in satisfaction as you push his face closer to your needy cunt. the groan sends vibrations straight to your pussy, only making you wetter, much to his pleasure.
“taste so good,” he mumbles against you between licks, ringed finger joining alongside his tongue to plunge deep in your entrance.
“k-kuna! fuck! please- just like that- oh my god- you feel so good!” you were a loud thing, maybe it was for the better that toji had your face shoved in a pillow the entire time.
good thing sukuna likes loud, doubling his efforts to make you cum on his tongue from the sweet noises you were making.
you cry out in earnest, bucking your hips against his face for more friction. purposely, he angles his face so your clit nudges against his nose with each grind. you gasp at the sensation, staring down to see an absolutely pussydrunk man, face glossy with your juices, tongue now replacing his finger to fuck in and out of your delicious cunt.
you’re cumming on his tongue within seconds, hips twitching against his face, legs trembling on either side of his shoulders. he doesn’t let you back away, no, he’s holding you in place so you can squirt right into his mouth. god, he’s filthy.
you came so hard, you hadn’t even noticed the other presence in the room. sukuna and you are both started when toji’s voice rings out, “havin’ fun without me?”
✎ STEP FOUR?: TAG TEAMED. TARGET: YOU.
you don’t even register sukuna and toji’s petty argument as they’re both tugging you around to your room, much too dazed from your orgasm and excitement to listen to them fight over who deserved you more.
you don’t register what’s happening as your manhandled onto your hands and knees on the bed, toji positioning himself at your front while sukuna positions himself behind.
they’re still arguing when toji’s pressing the the tip of his cock to your pretty lips and sukunas nudging the head of his dick through your soaking folds. you don’t even get a chance to speak up and stop this petty argument, as both your ends are completely stuffed by two thick, long cocks.
“she fucked me first,” tojis growling at his roommate and longtime best friend, hips thrusting into your eager and willing mouth. you can’t help but claw at the meat of his hips for stability as you’re absolutely pounded raw from behind.
“ok? she clearly wants me more,” sukuna grunts back, hands gripping your waist to fuck you with greater intensity.
“fuck you.”
“fuck you.”
they were gonna be at this all night, you knew it. you’d never be able to walk again- you’re already cumming on sukunas cock, clit untouched, from the dual sensation of both men railing either side of you.
“fuuuuck, the way she moans on my cock when you pound her like that,” tojis groaning, hand fisting your hair to face fuck you harder. wait. was he… complimenting sukuna? was whatever jealous argument they had over?
“bro- fuck- she sounds so pretty gagged on you, she’s cumming so hard.” sukunas now complimenting toji, hips stuttering as you squeeze down around his cock.
“she like us both- fuck- yea? wanna share?”
“fuck yes.”
oh no. what had you gotten yourself into.
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