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[m44oony]

If I have to read one more time that Im blushing Im going to lose it. Or even playing with my hair at night, half of the time Im looking at the screen with my bonnet on like 🤨 come on now. Back to blushing situation like I hope some of y'all know that not everyones blush is visible. But anyways I love y'all black writers out there🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

[tinydoeteeth]

mock sympathy is so attractive😩 “oh you poor thing” yes hello i am WET

[secretreaderheh]

At the same damn time!

{100+ followers special}

bisexual!katsukibakugo x reader x bisexual!virginkirishima

you forgot, sometimes, that Kirishima had a spare key. I mean, he was Katsuki’s bestfriend of course. Although, before he met you, they’d kissed a few times. Claiming it was just practice for the real thing. Katsuki SWORE he wasn’t bisexual. he’d never admit it either way.

He’d wave it off every time, calling it some “gay ass shit.” and moved on like it didn’t matter.

The locks clicked as Kirishima’s lively voice was cut short when he realised what was going on. “Hey Kacchan! I got the snacks you—” his eyes widen at the sight of you bent over on all fours on the couch, moaning and crying as katsuki rammed his thick cock into you from behind, causing wet, loud squelches and occasional queefs as his sweaty, bare body glistened under the chandelier. Your head snapped in his direction, mascara all runny, pouting, drool falling out the side of your mouth and lipgloss all smudged, giving kiri those helpless doe eyes that made his dick twitch. Just as he was about to leave, quickly muttering some apologies, katsuki exhaled. a sharp controlled hiss. “Don’t fuckin’ leave. watch.” he smirked, delivering a few smacks to your ass, looking kiri dead in the eyes as he pumped his fat dick into your tight little hole faster, squelches getting more sloppy and your lewd moans louder. Kirishima couldn’t help but get aroused, dick hardening in his black joggers as he watched the scene unfold infront of him. He wanted to leave. He swears. But seeing such a pretty girl getting fucked so mercilessly right infront of his eyes reaaaally turnt him on. He really didn’t know who he was jealous of more. Shit, Kiri knew he was bisexual but not this down bad. He couldn’t help but wonder how it felt having his best friend pound him into oblivion, but at the same time he wanted to fuck you soooo bad. You were so beautiful. He couldn’t help but wonder how your lips would look wrapped around his cock like those pornos he’d watched.

He watched as your ass bounced back onto katsuki’s toned abdomen, watching his thick dick go in and out of you.

maaaan he was tired of being a virgin.

“fuuuck katss!! Eij m’sorry.” You whined all helplessly, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of his large dick splitting you in half, feeling partially bad he had to watch you being such a whore.

“c’mere ei. You could learn a shiiit thing’a two, virgin.” Katsuki moaned, pressuring him closer as he spread your ass cheeks apart with his rough, calloused hands.

Kirishima quickly stumbled to place the plastic bag down, removing his hoodie as he came closer, leaving him in a random shirt and his joggers. Kiri thought this shit only happened in the high tec, staged porn videos he watched, Not in real life. Not now. He watched as katsuki dragged his sticky nine inches out of your glistening hole, making you whimper from the loss. Katsuki stared at him, as if telling him what to do without speaking.

“C-can i, y/n?” Eijirou gulped as he poked his flushed cheek nervously. You being the slut you were, of course you had moaned “yeeeahh, please fuck me eij!” all eager as your reached back to rub your slick all over your clit. Eijirou let out an audible moan at the sight as he quickly peeled off his blue shirt and joggers, tugging out his thick eight inches, tip flushed and veins pulsing as you quickly flipped onto your back, spreading your legs wide. Eijirou lined up with your pooling heat, palms all sweaty as he slowly eased himself into you with a gasp. “H-holy shit you’re so wet.” he grunted as he bottomed out, filling you up with his fat dick, making Katsuki snort at how nerdy he was. Your breath hitched as he filled you up so deliciously. You always thought Eijirou was such a cute and sweet guy, so you definitely didn’t expect him to be hiding such a big dick. Eijirou’s brows furrowed, groaning pornographically and unexpectedly as he felt Katsuki’s bulbous tip slowly seep in between his ass, making his back arch, leaning further into you as his large cock swirled and jumped around in your silky walls from the abrupt movement, making you cry out. Katsuki groaned as he felt the tightness of Kirishimas hole around his dick, ramming the rest of his inches in before dragging out and pumping back in again, making Eijirou moan once more. “sooo tight, ei. move. don’t keep my pretty girl waiting” Katsuki moaned, delivering a smack of encouragement to Kiri’s ass as he pounded into him, gripping on his ass cheeks as he groaned at the unusual feeling.

You babbled mindlessly, whimpering and crying as your boyfriend’s best friend fucked you dumb, eyes almost rolled back and mouth agape as his flushed tip pounded your spot, veiny cock dragging against your silky walls as his eyes were glued to the way your fat pussy lips stretched around his girth. This was so wrong. So weird. You were getting fucked like a total slut by your boyfriend’s best friend while he was getting his ass rammed into by your boyfriend himself. But still, you almost came right there, seeing your boyfriend grab Eijirou’s face, forcing it to the side as they engaged in the sluttiest make-out known to man, saliva spreading all over their lips and their tongues intertwined as they both fought for dominance, practically swallowing each other whole. You never knew watching your boyfriend kiss another man would be so hot. “Eij kiss meee, pleeasee!” you pleaded, completely cock drunk as your fat tits bounced around from the force of both their thrusts combined. You moaned at the taste of his sweet mouth, sucking and biting all over his plumps lips as your tongues swirled in each others mouths, swapping spit as the both of you swallowed each others moans. The intense kissing didn’t stop the both of their hips from snapping up, all desperate and needy for a release. Your breath hitched as you felt Kirishima lean in, putting all his body weight on you as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, Katsuki following after him, making the three of you all sandwiched together. “Holyy fuuuck—don’t stop ughh kats! y’feel so good n/n.” Eijirou moaned in your ears as his thrusts became all reckless and more needy. His free hand snaked up to pinch and knead one of your big breasts as his breaths grew even more ragged in your ears. Your body burned with pleasure, feeling the ecstasy and happiness run through your veins as you shook so helplessly. “Damn—haah s’wet in here. y’sound so good, y/n. I’m fuckin’ her next.” Katsuki growled, all possessive as he gripped on one of Kirishima’s ass cheeks. The three of you were so close. This was weird but, shit, it felt good. The three of your eyes rolled back in complete ecstasy, high on pleasure as you felt your orgasms on the tip of your tongues. You felt Kirishima twitch inside you as Katsuki’s breaths grew strained and ragged before he released his hot seed in Eijirou, filling him up completely before you and Kirishima’s orgasms soon followed after, Ei piping hot streaks of cum into your womb as your stretched hole leaked with your slick and the both of your orgasms.

thanks for 118 followers guys and all the love, send recs🥹

[ami6rii]

uuuuuuuhhhjhhhghghhhhghhhh im dripping THIS MY TYPA SHIT RIGHT HEREEEEEUHHH

[ami6rii]

wish i could get a free bag of plug!jabber x reader smut… 👀👀👀 ‘take some of this itll calm you down’ AGHHHHHH

yes this is inspired from this jabber edit i seen on tiktok

[claudiadpdl]

i love how white people are supposed to be graciously forgiven for having a racist past because "they were kids and didn't know any better" but no one gives a flying fuck about the black kids that were subjected to brutal racist bullying during their childhoods. bullying that we're still subject to today because nothing has changed. white people were not being racist to some amorphous, unfeeling entity in some vacuous, isolated section of the internet, they were hurling slurs, racist "jokes"/imagery and antiblackness at REAL ACTUAL CHILDREN while gaslighting and mocking us for being upset, and no one gives a fuck!! we're just supposed to forgive these people who are never sorry and never will be and if not we're the problem and im so sick of it

[ciciundercover]

me when i find other black girls on tumblr:

[blackbarb1e]

your girl is hungry plssss give me yall x black reader I WILL READ PUHLEQSSEE

[fushigur0lover]

sukuna loves fingering you until you squirt into toji’s mouth!

~tags: tojikuna x reader/black reader, smut, squirting, fun poly stuff, toji and kuna are bi, blb, mxm, 'baby, mama.'

your boyfriend, sukuna, sits next to you on the couch. his fingers quickly pumping inside of you. while his other hand strokes his perfect dick, precum leaking from his tip. his slender tattooed fingers switch between curling up to massage your g-spot to pulling out to play with your clit.

“how you feelin, baby? you okay?” he asks before kissing your forehead.

all you can do is nod your head and moan out a tiny “mhm.”

your other boyfriend, toji, is kneeling on the floor between your legs, leaving kisses all over your inner thighs.

"g-guys i think i'm gonna..."

“you gonna give it to ‘ji right? let him have a taste?”

“y-yes. oh my god fuck!”

feeling your orgasm coming, you grab sukuna's arm and bury your head in his neck. the embarrassment already building up.

“don’t be shy mama,” toji coos at you. “you know we love this shit.”

then, he and kuna both start laughing. the embarrassment and humiliation you feel just get stronger.

it’s not long before you start squirting and your legs shake. toji’s tongue sticks out like a puppy, letting your squirt inside his mouth. he brings himself closer to make sure he doesn’t miss a single drop. after you finish giving toji everything you have, sukuna bends down to give your puffy clit a couple of kisses and then a light slap.

toji, having yet swallowed, grabs sukuna's chin and carefully shares some of your squirt with him. you watch how it falls from toji’s mouth and into sukuna's.

after they both swallow, your boyfriends start an intense make-out session. all you hear is the wet, lewd sounds of your two favorite men kissing.

y'all are gonna be here for a while...

this came to me while i was in the shower hehe.

[ami6rii]

if u a growm ass adult writing bout sum ‘aged up’ minors YOU LIKE KIDSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSS YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!🫵🏾🫵🏾🫵🏾🫵🏾🫵🏾 because WHYYYYYYY am i seeing smut fics of mha students being posted before the timeskip was even released???? #diddycmonout

[heavensummonedme]

stop saying mdni when u write smut abt a minor, y’all niggas be lookin stupid asf writing abt them just to use that bs of aging then up. Ion cur if u like em stop writing smut abt em when yk their a minor cuz yall bc 30 years old feining for minor dick, PLEASE GET AWAYYY.

[otakufilms]

HAVING NON BLACK CHARACTERS SAY NIGGA, ACT BLACK, TURNING THEM BLACK OR BE BLACK IS REPRESENTATION? ARE YALL ACTUALLY FUCKING OKAY LMAOOOOO

[ami6rii]

threesome fics where the guys are also into eachother rlly awaken the demons inside me..

[bluukive-deactivated20260523]

▶ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴏɴ!

── sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs :: you try getting off to porn one day, but are cut short by two nuisances interrupting you. Under their watchful eyes, you quit masturbation — but what happens when you become too pent up to handle? (5.4k words)

── ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ :: Angel!Gojo x Devil!Sukuna (true-form) x fem!reader, f.masturbation, porn watching, voyeurism(?), threesome, Sukugo action, double penetration, oral (f + m receiving), deepthroating, throat bulge, spitroasting, piv sex, anal sex, cumming inside

ᴀᴄ :: ryoza_za + hhuanhe_

The thing about having an overactive imagination was the fact you needed virtually no visual stimulation to get yourself off. All you had to do was lie there, conjure up the image of hands running down your body, and you were good to go.

But curiosity took a hold of you one day.

What if you were to … watch porn for once?

The thought was a dangerous one. You knew once you went into that rabbit hole, there was no coming back. But even though you were aware of the possible issues, you still plugged in your earphone one night and opened Twitter.

You didn't have the faintest idea on where to begin, blindly searching up 'porn' in the search bar.

There was no doubt about it — you got plenty of results back, enough to make you gasp aloud and fling your phone across the bed. Your earphones popped out of place and a fierce heat blooming across your cheeks. The four second clip of a man sloppily jerking off looped on repeat.

With a hand to your mouth, you shuffled forwards and grabbed your phone again. A different video played, and you settled against the pillows propping you up against the headboard.

This time — you checked the tags of the videos that came after. Clicked on a few. Cocked your head in confusion.

"PAWG…? Goonette," you mumbled to yourself, entranced by the new world you had exposed yourself to. The terminology was foreign, but by the time you were ready to get yourself off, having worked up quite the appetite for an orgasm — you knew them like the back of your hand.

And so you leaned back at last, thighs parting as the sensation of your hand slipping between eased you into relaxation. Your thumb hovered a thumbnail, pressed down.

Lo and behold — tentacle porn.

"Are you really getting of to that?"

"Hush, Ryomen. I want to see if she touches herself."

"Pah! Of course she will, can't you smell—"

You let out a piercing shriek. The sound of two distinct voices, one on either shoulder filled your ears. "Nonono, get off of me, get off of me—"

"Woah, now," the one adorned in white yelped, clutching onto your earlobe. His white wings ruffled against your skin as he hung on for dear life. "That's no way to treat an angel, is it?"

The apparently named 'Ryomen' scoffed, barely moving an inch as you swiped your hands over your shoulders in a poor attempt to rid yourself of the intruders. "No one gives a shit about your kind, Satoru. Now stop panicking, woman. We aren't going anywhere."

"Please go somewhere else. This is majorly freaking me out right now."

You were hyperventilating, eliciting a groan from 'Ryomen'. Satoru had fluttered his way onto your right shoulder again, peering at your face as you tried making sense of all of this. "What, don't tell me you're new to the whole concept of having an angel and a devil on your shoulder."

That earned the white-haired man a sidelong glare from you. His body was adorned in a silky robe, the right side of his body exposed. There was a certain mischievous look in Satoru's eyes, however — which led you to believe that there was more to the being than what lingered on the surface.

"No. N-no, I'm not," you murmured, rubbing at your temples. "But you're not— I'm not supposed to see you."

"Who said?" 'Ryomen' retorted, scowling up at you. The devil was also wearing a robe, but it only covered his lower half, whereas Satoru's looped around his shoulders. Strands of pink, dishevelled hair stuck up from his head in messy angles, and for some peculiar reason — he had four arms and four eyes.

You exhaled slowly and slumped back, trying to reason with the debacle. "You have a point but… this is not normal. Can't you go back to, I don't know, being invisible?"

"No can do, pretty lady," Satoru grinned. "We want to watch."

"Watch what?"

"Watch you masturbate, of course! That devil Sukuna over there has been waiting for a moment like this," Satoru cackled, rubbing his two hands together. Sukuna nodded in agreement, and it was at that moment you wondered who really was the devil between the two.

"No can do, this is my private time. Go back to where you were before."

"We have always been here," Sukuna chimed in, his pointed black tail swirling behind him. "You were simply unaware this entire time."

You froze in your place. Then, your face paled.

This… entire time?

As in, through your failed first dates? Through that one time your ex Naoya rubbed at the crease of your upper thigh instead of your clit? Through the numerous times you've gotten off to the thought of seemingly nothing?

You shrieked again, Satoru joining you as you flopped onto your stomach. Your pillow heaved under your weight as you almost sobbed into it out of sheer embarrassment. Sukuna, sick of both of your antics, tugged at a stray piece of hair. "Get up. Where is your dignity?"

"Gone," you wailed, nails digging into the cotton. "Gone like my will to live."

Satoru cooed, stroking the side of your neck and ignoring the way you shrank under his tiny touch. "Theeere, there. I don't know why you're so upset. There's nothing we haven't seen before."

"That's the problem! Oh, I wish you hadn't revealed yourself to me."

"Quit your sulking and get used to it," Sukuna grunted, now peering inside of your ear — just because he could.

You huffed, defeated. Why now, out of all possible times did they choose to appear — when you were at your most vulnerable? Did everyone have their own set of angels and demons? There were simply too many questions, and some you didn't want to know the answer to.

Satoru was still stroking your neck, pleased to see that you had calmed down somewhat. "Now, are you going to, y'know… get back to what you're doing?"

"Reeaal subtle." Sukuna shook his head.

"No. Not until you've both disappeared. Until then, I'm not touching myself."

"Bit dramatic, no?" Satoru sighed, clearly in disappointment. No pussy today, it seemed. "If we go away after you're done, will you touch yourself?"

Sukuna grinned inwardly at the lie.

…

"You promise?"

"I promise. I'm an angel, aren't I?" Satoru murmured deceptively soft into your right ear, lulling you into a false state of comfort. You nodded, chewing on your lower lip as you grabbed your phone and leaned back yet again. Sukuna was elated, leaning forward to look over your left shoulder. Then, his face soured.

"Tentacles," he spat. "My natural enemy."

"What, don't tell me an octopus kicked you out of heaven," you snorted, unplugging your earphones out of the port. Satoru tightened his lips, stifling a laugh.

"Do not bring that up around me, insolent girl."

"She struck a nerve, did she?" Satoru taunted, leering at the devil.

The two went back and forth for a while as you willed your heart to slow down. The initial shock of the two beings had worn off somewhat, but there was still a part of you that was so terribly conflicted — refusing to accept anything beyond the explainable boundaries of science.

Click, click!

"You think too much, seriously." Satoru snapped his fingers in front of you in an attempt to grab your attention. You glanced down, then at Sukuna. "This world came from plants and berries, and somehow we have Bluetooth — yet you want to question the existence of two beings who have existed in religious scriptures for millennia?"

There was no arguing when he put it that way. Even the gruff Sukuna seemed to agree, nodding thoughtfully. "Well put, pest."

"Thanks, sweetie."

"Okay, okay. Fine, you can watch but you gotta disappear after," you bargained, reminding them of Satoru's promise.

"Deal," they both said in unison.

With a swallow, you played the video. Hentai, it seemed to be — with a female lead already gagging around a slimy tentacle as another wiggled its way into her drooling cunt. She was stuffed full a beat later, eyes rolled back until the whites showed for dramatic effect.

Schlick-schlick-schlick!

As if having forgotten about the three pairs of eyes on you, your fingers were already circling around your clit, toes clenching as you stared at your phone — hypnotised.

"Look at her go," Satoru whispered, loud enough for Sukuna to hear. The latter's face screwed up a tad, in pleasure rather than annoyance. As if the mere sight of you making yourself feel good was getting him off.

Which it was.

There was a movement, two under Sukuna's pale robes. His lower cock twitched, followed by the upper one — until both stood tall, hot and leaking.

Satoru was warm in the face, refusing to let go of skin-on-skin contact with you. He leaned against the side of your throat, pretending as if he wasn't peppering the flesh with soft kisses that were too small for you to notice.

"Hah— shit," you mumbled sluggishly, letting your head fall back with a dull thud against your headboard.

One of your fingers slipped in, turning into two and causing your shoulders to tense in response. With a frantic rhythm, you thrust your fingers in 'n out of you — a chorus of garbled mewls leaving you

Safe to say, the hentai was long forgotten. The real show was you, and both the angel and devil were entranced.

"Atta girl," Sukuna grunted, eyes growing lidded when your hips jerked into your hand. "Keep fucking yourself like that for me."

"For us," Satoru croaked, but not before throwing the other man a glare.

You nodded, thumbing at your clit again before renewing your efforts inside of yourself. They watched as your eyes screwed shut, fingers desperately searching for that one spot inside of you that'd make you—

"Gah—"

"Crook your fingers now. Keep pressing."

Sukuna guided you through the fierce orgasm, Satoru having chosen to nip at your neck. Your cunt spasmed uncontrollably, body wracked with unbearable pleasure that sparked behind your eyelids.

After the endorphin rush had finished its round through your body, you lay there utterly spent. The two on your shoulders had enough of a mind to not jerk off in fears that you'd scream again — but they were undoubtedly pent up, ready to stick their cocks into either you or each other.

"Yeaaah, that was something. Phew," Satoru laughed, like he hadn't been on the verge of rutting his boner against the dip of your collarbone. "We should do that again sometime."

You grumbled, brows furrowed as you pulled your fingers from out of your panties and cleaned your hand on some wipes you kept on your bedside table. Satoru gasped in awe, eyeing the wetness that coated your pruning fingers.

"Fat chance. You promised you'd leave, so leave."

"If you thought he was serious, you are greatly mistaken," Sukuna said bluntly. You turned to look at him, one corner of your lips lifting in what resembled a grimace.

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not," Satoru beamed, as if the halo on top of his head was nothing but a farce.

"You're a pain in my ass, both of you," you snapped, hirling the balled-up wad of tissue into your waste basket across the room. Satoru merely hummed, quite pleased at the fact he managed to draw an orgasm out of you under his tactical manipulation.

Sukuna adjusted the robe over his crotch, not even bothering to hide his twin erections. "Not yet," he promised, for real this time. "Now go wash your hands, they smell like the tentacles you got off to."

"Shut the fuck up."

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It had been days, weeks, centuries, since you had gotten off since that day. That bastard of an angel was no worse than Sukuna, slithering around his words like the snake that got the demon kicked out of Paradise itself.

"Touch yourself," he'd coo in your ear. "You know you want to."

You would vehemently deny his allegations, turning to Sukuna for help. But he proved to be useless as well — dragging the tip of his forked tail down against your collarbone until you were twitching in mild discomfort.

"So what if he wants a show? You have given us one already, may as well give another. Slutty girl."

You wanted to tear your hair out.

That promise Satoru lingered in the back of your mind, broken as the two became a permanent fixture in your life despite your protests. At work, they'd run their tiny mouths, egging you on to get off. Stick a pen inside, Satoru would snicker. Sukuna would tell him to shut up, before offering to dive between your legs himself.

There had been one too many occasions where your coworkers would walk in you cursing at yourself, to which you'd have to laugh off the odd behaviour with a shitty excuse. "Flies. Headache, right?"

Disregarding the social aspects of your new dilemma, you also had no privacy. Using the restroom or even taking a shower proved to be a task more difficult than it should've been, with flirtatious comments thrown your way without a second thought.

"What big breasts you have," Satoru gasped, ogling over the front of your shoulder. "Are they for me?"

"No, me. Half-wit," Sukuna scowled, looking at you to see if you'd agree.

"They're for no one, actually. Now silence yourselves before I attempt to drown the two of you." You couldn't, you found out — after almost taking yourself out in the process.

A shame, indeed.

Somehow, your biggest worry had to be the fact that you hadn't masturbated in a while. Prior to the appearance of Satoru and Sukuna, you were able to get off a few times a week. Now, you were face to face with a dry spell that seemed like it wouldn't go any time soon — unless you gave in and touched yourself regardless if they were watching or not.

You were prone to snapping more at them both, and Satoru spoke out one day, confirming both of their suspicions about you.

"Jeez, someone's antsy that they haven't had time to stroke their pretty clit in a while."

"It would be a lot easier if you just went at it," Sukuna retorted. "You bought a cucumber, no? Just use that."

"My lack of apparatus isn't the problem," you bit back, flopping onto your bed. "I'm able to orgasm well enough with just my fingers."

"Yeah, we know," Satoru sang, reminding you yet again of how they had always been here at your side — even when you were masturbating alone.

Sukuna pondered for a second, seating himself atop your shoulder, legs dangling down. "Are you getting performance anxiety? We can look away."

His words were followed by a noise of protest from the white-haired angel, who was adamant on seeing your face screw up in pleasure. You shook your head, thighs pressing together. The desperation was becoming unbearable at this rate.

"I can't get off when you're both here, watching like two little voyeurs who have positively ruined my life," you vented, half sitting up now. "Every little thing I do is turned into something sexual and I can't have a moment's peace."

"…okay, but you literally moaned sliding in a sausage between a hot dog bun yesterday—"

"That is irrelevant."

"Is not."

"Is too."

Sukuna groaned, rubbing at his temples with two of his four hands. He saw a simple solution, yet neither of you two were able to shut up for a single moment. So he cleared his throat and spoke, voice bellowing louder than you had ever heard it before, commanding both of your attention. Satoru swooned. You gulped.

"Now if both of you are done, I would like to propose a way to amend your ... sexual frustrations."

He paused for dramatic effect, causing your face to fall into a deadpan state. "On with it."

"We both fuck you."

…

"And how do you propose you both do that, exactly?" You snapped at the devil. "Because that second get down there, my pussy is swallowing you both whole and you're getting lost in there."

Satoru sighed, eyes fluttering shut at the prospect. "Wouldn't mind that, pretty lady."

"Quiet."

Sukuna went on. "I mean, we could both show you. As long as you are up for it."

"Never. Not in a million years."

Satoru shrugged, leaning back on his hands. He knew all he had to do was do a little sweet talking, and you'd be putty right under his angelic little hands. "Suit yourself, baby. But… is it so wrong of us to want to make you feel good? To give you that orgasm that you've been craving for so, so long?"

You didn't answer, slumping against the warm sheets.

"I know you want it. Just let us take over, get rid of that silly ache between your thighs."

"You are far too easy on her," Sukuna rumbled, joining in on the fun. His breath was warm against the shell of your ear, causing your own breathing to deepen. "I am sure she would rather listen to how much I want to ravage her, stuff her full with my twin cocks and leave her screaming—"

"Tch. No thanks," Satoru butted in. "You have to be gentle with a fine thing like her. Make her sing out instead of scream, you brute."

Meanwhile, you were too busy getting hot in the face. You tugged at the collar of your tee, denying the fact that your pussy was probably clenching their names in morse code.

B r e e d m e … she seemed to say.

The devil and the angel noticed your silence, casting each other a knowing look.

"So what's the verdict? Ready to see what we have in store for you?"

With that, you nodded — albeit somewhat reluctantly. Curiosity seemed to win after all.

The slight weight on your left and right shoulders seemed to disappear. It was odd how any sense of relief you should've felt meagre, and you could only blink in the emptiness of your bedroom.

Before they returned again, of course. Bigger, better. The mattress creaked, and the sound of feathers ruffling grew louder.

The pair loomed in front of you, rather predatory grins on either of their faces. Sukuna's muscles seemed to bulge out, a whoosh of air leaving his flared nostrils as he seemed to flex the taut skin. Satoru was slimmer in comparison, but by no means small. His feathers spread out before him in full, ample pecs rippling with the movement.

"Wasn't expecting this, were you?"

Your jaw sagged. Not only were the men at full size, but their voices had changed from that incessant, tinny buzz in your ear to something much deeper, taunting.

Now, you weren't easy by any means — but the speed at which your legs spread was obscenely quick.

"Eager little thing," Sukuna crooned first, situating himself between your parted thighs. He was still standing, and his sheer height forced you to lay down on your back. Two of his four arms braced the sides of your head, and no porn could amount to the sheer lust present on the devil's face at that moment. He had been waiting a long while, and he wasn't about to shrink until he finally had a taste of the sweetness between your thighs.

Of course, so did Satoru. The angel's face turned, and he attempted to barge Sukuna out of the way to no avail. "Fuck— move, you oaf. Are we not sharing?"

"She has two holes, I have two cocks. You are deluded if you think you are getting a taste of her cunt any time soon."

"Sure," Satoru mumbled, moving around the bed and clambering onto it. He sat gracefully on his knees, manoeuvring your head onto his lap as he smiled down at you. "Hey there, sweet thing."

"…Hi."

"You want both of us, right? Tell me it's not just him."

You opened your mouth. closed it, felt something long twitch underneath your head. Suddenly, everything felt right, as if you were where you were meant to be with your angel behind you and your devil in front of you. It was only inevitable that you felt this way sooner or later — after all, they had been with you for your entire life.

A shaky sigh left you. "Yeah," you uttered. But that wasn't enough for the duo.

"Say it with conviction, little one," Sukuna hissed. "Say it as if you mean it. As if you would die without our cocks bulging you out from the inside."

"Please, 'kuna. Want your cocks in me," you began to whine, tone taking on a higher pitch you didn't mean to adopt. Satoru thumbed at your face, stroking your cheeks and raking his fingers through your hair — like he wasn't leaking under you.

He shook his head, speaking up. "And not mine? You wound me, precious."

"N-no, please. Need both of you in me. Please."

"Greedy thing."

And then everything shifted. Your head was flat against the bed, Satoru having straddled your face after shifting his robes to the side. Easy access, he claimed, giving you the full view of his smooth balls and veined cock — long and stiff to the touch. His tip was flushed, dripping steadily over your parted lips. "Say 'ah', pretty."

You opened your mouth, willing your throat to relax as Satoru slipped in. He let out a breathy groan, head tipping back and halo tilting on its axis once you hollowed your cheeks around his aching cock. Sukuna watched with greedy, red eyes — wanting the same treatment.

Satoru looked down fondly, hips moving on their own accord as you swallowed around his cock like it was almost nothing. You gagged here and there, throat constricting when he pushed in too deep. "Ah, sorry. You can h-handle it, can't you, pretty?"

A wet gurgle left you, your body rocking as Satoru used your mouth to get himself off. Sukuna was busy shucking off your undergarments, muttering to himself about how wet your panties were in his grip.

There your pussy was, bared out in the open and glistening with the result of the pair's dirty talk. Sukuna unconsciously licked his lips, lowering himself to a puny human's level just so that he could have a taste.

A fat, wet stripe of his tongue lathered your pussy in his saliva, causing you to jerk at the sudden sensation. The movement lodged Satoru's cock further down your throat, the bulge visible for anyone to see. He keened, whimpering as you slurped down what you could manage — breathing heavily through your nose. "Gonna cum if she keeps this up, ngh…"

"Already, Satoru?" Sukuna chuckled throatily between gulps. He was eating you out with vigour, spitting onto your pussy before diving back in. His tongue plunged in and out of you, lapping up each and every ounce of wetness you had to offer. "I did not take you for a premature ejaculator."

"Sh-shut up," the angel keened in response, covering his face with a large hand. His wings ruffled, as if imitating the twitches of his cock. Sukuna found the sight begrudgingly endearing, peering up through thick lashes at his partner in crime. Then he dipped his head down, letting out a huff of laughter at the shrill squeal that left you.

Sukuna had plans, which was why he was kissing your puckered hole. It was so utterly debauched, the way he circled around your rim before pushing inside with even the slightest warning. Two fingers scissored your pussy open with a squelch, digging around like you had done the first time Satoru and Sukuna had manifested in their physical form. Meanwhile, another two hands kept your thighs open, and a third joined in on prepping your ass.

"M-mmph!" You spluttered around Satoru's thrusting cock. Your holes tightened and loosened sporadically at the foreign intrusion, which you couldn't decide if you enjoyed or not. Ultimately, the sensation of the dual penetration had your cries of protest dulling down to something more husky, more receptive. "Tho pfthfull—"

"Can't understand a word you are saying, woman," Sukuna tutted, slapping meanly at your thigh. You winced at the pain-turned-pleasure blooming across your flesh. Satoru had your back though, kind of.

"Easy on the poor girl," he somewhat purred through his ragged pants. His hand was loosely on top of the bulge in your throat, hips still rocking feverishly. "How is she meant to speak when you're ravishing her cunt with your tongue?"

Sukuna pulled off of you with a resounding pop, tongue darting out to clean whatever wetness he could reach that had accumulated on the lower half of his face. "You sound jealous, foolish angel. Would you rather have my tongue in your tight little pucker instead?"

"You are vile," Satoru spat, stuttering through an orgasm. Sukuna watched, entranced as your throat worked to swallow each drop of the angel's seed. The dirty talk proved to be too much for him to handle, causing him to bow above you as he rode out the aftershocks of his sudden orgasm.

He pulled out of your mouth eventually, mumbling out a weak apology for the abuse he had laid on your poor throat.

"Compensate me for that, by the way. I think I hurt the pretty thing," Satoru sighed, stroking your forehead dramatically. You coughed, dizzy as the men stripped you of all clothing. An onslaught of stimulation made you shudder, breasts moulding to the shape of their greedy hands. Your back was against Satoru's firm chest, and Sukuna had taken it upon himself to sandwich you in between them both.

"Had you not cum at the thought of me eating you out, she wouldn't be hurt," Sukuna simpered, leaning over your shoulder. You gripped his biceps, eyes wide as the men 'bantered'. They were nose to nose, breaths mingling with each other until—

mwah!

You gawked at the sound, the sight of Satoru initiating a cheeky kiss first with the devil. Sukuna withdrew, shocked, before diving back in with double the enthusiasm. Lips collided. Teeth gnashed against each other, a sudden power play initiating where there was no clear victor.

There would've been complaints at the lack of attention you were seeing if not for how arousing this all was, seeing two contrasting beings make out sloppily, until webs of spit connected them both when they separated. Satoru pressed forward, chasing the strings until he was kissing Sukuna once more. "M-mmh…"

You leaned forward yourself, ass pushing back into Satoru's crotch as you nipped at Sukuna's throat — leaving a plethora of hickies he'd have fun showing off the next day. A guttural grunt left him when they finally broke apart, dazed as he focused his lidded eyes back on you.

"Won't you give me it now? I've been so patient," you pleaded, interrupted when Satoru turned your face to meet his.

He pecked you teasingly, squishing your cheeks with his set of long fingers. "Be specific now. Tell your dear Satoru what you needed from me properly." Sukuna nodded, disrobing. You tried to look, but Satoru's hand kept you in place. "Say it."

"Give me your cocks. Fill me up, any… anything. Please, I've been waiting," you continued, almost tearing up at how painfully empty you felt all of a sudden.

And then, a sudden pressure, smooched at your pussy. It glided up to your clit first, then back down before pushing in. A choked gasp tore out of your throat, nails digging into Sukuna's arms, shoulders, back as his upper cock pushed in. At the same time, Satoru eased his tip into your ass, a new sensation that had you wailing into the crook of Sukuna's neck.

"Shh, you can take it, can't you?" The angel rasped, shaking as your virgin hole tried milking him dry. He wasn't a cruel angel, mostly — which was why he waited, why he didn't push in any further. You nodded to the best of your ability, holding on for dear life.

Sukuna didn't wait, however. Your pussy was greedy, swallowing up his length which definitely had a thicker girth than Satoru's did. The veins were plump, angry as they bullied their way inside you. The devil's lower cock rubbed between the sensitive space between both of your holes — but you barely noticed when Satoru pushed the slightest bit deeper inside of you.

"Stop prodding my dick with yours," he breathed, fondling your breasts with the little space he had between you and Sukuna's flushed bodies. "You'll give a man ideas."

"You only getting ideas after your lips were against mine? You jest, surely," Sukuna questioned, perplexed. He thrust into you at a languid pace, the tendons of his neck stretching as he rolled his shoulders back to prop you up against him properly. Satoru merely shrugged, peppering your bare shoulders with affectionate little pecks.

"Talk about this when we're done fucking our lady. Look at her, sulking at the lack of attention."

"S-stop, 'm not sulking," you denied, folded in half now as the men fucked you at the same time. All words were thoroughly pushed out of you, pleasure brought to the forefront of your mind — until your eyelids drooped and the soft uh's that left you were the only thing you could bring yourself to say.

"The look on your face is rather— shit, erotic," Sukuna teased, throat bobbing when your pussy convulsed with an impending orgasm. "You're close, I can feel it."

"Already?" Satoru let out a quiet whine, coaxing another inch inside of your ass. "I haven't even bottomed out yet."

Sukuna had, though — balls slapping against the curve of your rear as he fucked you to the very hilt. The wet patch of hair at the base grazed against yours, the devil's hips gyrating in a circular movement. It stimulated your clit, making your muscles tense and relax repeatedly.

Satoru was shaking his head, almost to the point of tears when your ass clenched, refusing to let go. "Gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum in this sweet hole 'n lick it aaalll up after. You want that, baby? You want me to—"

"Quit your rambling and make her cum, fool," Sukuna gritted through his teeth, thumb rolling your clit with purpose. Satoru huffed, but eventually relented — sucking at your earlobe as his hips plapped against your ass. "She's there, she's nearly there. Theeere we go, see?"

"Cumming, ohmygod—!" You squealed, toes curled and a burst of moisture spraying Sukuna right in the chest. His pert nipples glistened with your wetness. It dripped down his chiseled stomach, all the way down until it splattered down both of the men's cocks and onto the ruined sheets below.

Only then did Satoru spill a hot load inside of you, eyes rolling back like he had been possessed.

It triggered Sukuna's orgasm, who had bit down onto your throat to hold his husky groans back — to no avail. Ropes of cum, bitter to the taste, filled you up from both ends. Cursed creampies, the devil would joke, had he been in an appropriate state of mind, but your pussy was hot and Sukuna was a goner for the way you clung onto him like a vice.

You didn't know who recovered first, only dimly aware the three of you were lying down. Satoru was barely conscious anyway, mumbling about how good you felt around him. Sukuna hovered over you, all four eyes on his release spurting out of you in thick globs. It took everything in him to look away, to not fuck you again when you were so clearly spent.

"Apologies, dove. I will have you cleaned."

But his words fell on deaf ears as unconsciousness gripped you tight — much like the way you clung onto Sukuna's hands, refusing to let go.

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"This one?"

"No, put that other one on, the one with the— yeah."

"Again, you glorified chicken? Homosexuals do not arouse me."

You sighed for the nth time that night, cosied up beside the two nuisances that had admittedly made your life much more interesting. Sukuna fucked you. So did Satoru. Sometimes they fucked you at the same time. Hell, they even fucked each other.

Long weeks had passed since your first time with the two, and honestly? Despite your initial apprehension, all of the embarrassment you felt had disappeared, and they no longer felt like a nuisance in your life.

Letting them introduce you to a new world of pleasure was certainly the best decision you had made in a long time — and all it took was a little bit of tentacle porn to get that started.

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[ami6rii]

this my typa shit right hereeeee hot damnnnnnn

[kill3ill]

18+

accidentally pavlov-ing higuruma into thinking hugs after work means he gets to be buried all night inside you. every evening when he comes home, the door clicks shut and you call from the living room all soft and sultry; "c'mere, hiromi."

it's quiet, but he hears it through the house regardless because every time he walks through that door his brain fixates on where you might be.

at first, it's just a habit and unconscious. he'll sigh, loosen the knot of tension in his body with a roll of his shoulders, drop his briefcase by the door and kick off his shoes. then he comes to you.

you always open your arms, and he always folds into them, long limbs wrapping around you as he lifts you off the floor in one smooth motion. his face presses into the crook of your neck, the faint smell of cold air and his delicious cologne clinging to his skin.

"long day?" you murmur.

he hums against your skin. "nothing new, my love."

always, the hug turns into a kiss. soft at first, then slow and messy with tongue and your heads tilted as you try to chase the perfect angle. soft sighs of relief turn into moans as he begins walking towards your shared bedroom without really looking where he's going.

it's a pattern: you call for him, he drops everything, lifts you into a hug and kisses you, and you disappear under the sheets together for the rest of the night.

it becomes so much of a routine that all it'll take for him to start getting aroused is a hug. then hearing you call his name, then just stepping past the threshold and dropping his bag will have his cock chubbing in his slacks so fast it makes him dizzy, like all the blood in his brain goes rushing down to his groin.

from then on it gets worse.

you'll call him over just for a hug while you're cooking and he'll appear behind you immediately, wrapping his beefy arms around your waist and murmuring something like "so this is that kind of evening?"

you'll say it across the couch while he's working on a case file and he's on you in seconds pressing his hard on into your soft body. every single time he hears those three little words in that gentle tone, his brain lights up with the exact same expectation.

he catches on eventually, but never seems particularly interested in unlearning it.

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[ami6rii]

everytime i see any sort of psychology reference in a fic that i actually understand i go INSANEEEE

[ami6rii]

the fans want satosugu x black reader smut

yeooooo who said that….

[ami6rii]

always coming up with the best fanfic plots but not knowing how to write em will soon be the death of me

i need to start making use of anon requests on here damn😭😭😭

[ami6rii]

i need writer recs that write for black readers soooooo bad cuz im a young ho that wants to feel directly addressed

those fics always hit different yo.