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[sinokoi]

[owwllly]

megumi's treasure

[jojorice]

some things never change~🤍🖤

[f-tality0]

Bad posture Yuji

[yotume]

Thanks for the request.

[r1r1-111]

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ⓘ Making Megumi get himself off ⓘ

The whole day Megumi just has kept nagging and nagging you during your busy schedule, messages and attempted calls during classes. The second you got home, annoyed, you were greeted by the sight of your normally stoic boyfriend flushed in a pink hue and panting like a puppy. His eyes blown wide as he weakly leans on the back of the couch.

Turns out he took something from Yuji. He didn't know what it was, apparently neither did Yuji, however it turned out to be some sort of packet and made him ridiculously hard after an hour. Well that's all you gathered from Megumis babbling as he got on his knees infront of you, hands white knuckling your hips, his hips humping your leg like a dog. The worry you had for him was immense, but so was your anger for him being so careless.

So here Megumi was, fully naked on the bed, hands tied behind his back. You on the other hand, were still fully clothed, standing at the side of the bed looking down at him. The look in his eyes, so needy and desperate, looking like he was on the verge of crying, almost made you second guess on what you were about to do. Key word, almost.

The second Megumi heard the words "get yourself off, while I watch" come out of your mouth, he froze like a deer in headlights. After a second or two he broke.

"Baby please. I need you s-so bad. I can't it hurtss." He whines, tears forming in his water line. Well he wasn't wrong. His cock was bright pink, fully erect and visibly throbbing. The pre cum coming from the swollen tip dripped down his length onto his heavy balls, clear that they were full.

"Megs you were the one who was so careless to take something that would make you feel like this. You either get yourself off, no hands while I watch, or you stay like this and ride it out. Your choice."

He let's out a pathetic sound that sounds like a whine and a sob at the same time. "I didn't k-knoww.." he whines again trying to coax you to try and help him. But when he saw the stern and amused look on your face he knew he was done for. He sighs heavily, brows furrowed together as he looks around how to possibly get himself off with no hands. A soft whimper escapes his lips as he sits up and shifts onto his knees, leaning forward to grab a pillow with his teeth. He folds the pillow in half with his knee as he sinks forward into the pillow and mattress, forehead pressed against the bed, a guttaral, pornographic moan rips out of his throat as his hips press firmly against the pillows softness.

"F-fuck. I- Im so... fuck im gonna c-cum." He starts humping the pillow like a dog frantically, face now smushed into the mattress as high pitched whimpers and sobs come muffled out of the confinements of the sheets.

"Stop."

He let's out a pathetic sob, hips stuttering to a stop, mewling out pleas as his hands behind his back fist from the last strand of self control he has left. "No.. please.. I need it so so s-so bad. It hurts. R-really hurts."

"Move"

His hips snap immediately as he moans and whimpers deliciously into the bed, his cock rubbing against the soft, now wet sploched pillow. The stimulation of the softness caressing his twitching and throbbing length and the stimulation on his pink nipples rubbing on the bed makes his eyes roll back into the back of his skull. He babbles barely coherent pleas and mewls and 'its not enough'.

The sight is absolutely heavenly. Megumis lean and flushed body moving erratically as he humps the pillow, the pre cum that stained the pillowcase, now making a lewd wet sound from each snap of hips as his bloomed tip rubs against the dampness. The neediness in his sounds is like music to your ears the way they're muffled in the mattress his face is squished on. However, the pleas he makes, makes your heart slightly throb like it is in between your legs. Taking slight pity on him as you finally crack.

"Get up. On your knees infront of me."

He mewls, having to stop the delicious friction he was getting for a second time, however obeys. He sits up, panting heavily from the movements and lack of oxygen from when he was face flat. His dick still painfully erect and now a bright shade of red and pre smeared over the length, making it glisten. Taking your hand on wrapping it around him, coaxes out the most beautiful pathetic moan for a second time. His hips snapping immediately, lewd sounds echoing from the walls as he whines before suddenly his balls tighten like a spring. "Im- I- ugh" His hips stuttering into your warm hand, white liquid shooting out of his angry tip in ropes upon ropes. His moans and whimpers quiet upon a couple of seconds into laboured breathing.

However. He was still ridiculously hard.

With your other hand you push him down back onto the bed, he yelps in suprise before silencing, with blown eyes watching you climb onto him. Settling comfortably on his thighs as you splay your fingers and press your hand onto his hip and you start jerking him off roughly.

His eyes roll back before his throat rips out a moan, his head falling back as hes taken into the bliss of overstimulation. His hips buck up helplessly, each time found to be restricted of the right.

"Please. Please. I cant." He sobs as his hands behind his back claw at the sheets, back arched to try and squirm away from the sensation.

"Oh shit oh shit. F-fuck!" He whimpers loudly as he cums a second time. A pathetic amount of release shooting out onto your hand, his stomach and pelvis.

"Come on, Megs. Im helping you aren't i? Be grateful."

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[pp3lon]

[syllysmot]

NEED NERDJI FICSSS

[oceanwolf26]

Doodled this last night. Just watched his official trailer 😭 ok i have to admit hes growing on me 😭

[hunnismokah]

nerdjo before it got too overwhelming with all the aus !!!!!

[yujisdreamgirl]

your husband, nanami kento, disrupts your pilates session?! ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ac. thatsallitchief

“next, we’re gonna lift the right arm with the left leg and vice versa! thaaaat’s it.”

grunts and groans fill the living room as you desperately try to keep up with the lady on the youtube video doing pilates.

yep, apparently this is your new fixation (starting today).

but… you aren’t exactly the most active person there is.

“fuck!” your head slams against the floor mat, neck muscles already strained to the max.

your husband—nanami kento—ever so attentive, looked up from the novel he’s reading to take a peek at you.

the corner of his lips hold back from a smirk and you can already predict what he’s about to say.

“what.”

“nothing, darling.” he hides his face behind the book, and you’re seething with anger.

as such, you storm over to nanami and straddle his lap, throwing his book to the side of the couch.

he bursts into a laugh, covering his mouth with his palm and it just aggravates you on how adorable he is.

“what? what is it? why’re you laughing, huh?” you even start laughing too! what the hell!

nanami wraps his big arms around your body and plasters kisses all over your face.

“stop-“ kiss. “-it,” kiss. “kentoooo!”

he squeezes your cheeks and shivers from the amount of cuteness aggression he has right now. “my love, i was simply enjoying the view. you looked so adorable all focused and grumpy.”

“i’m not grumpy.” you pout. he kisses your pout away.

you sigh, “maybe i’m not meant to be a pilates girl.”

“you’re my girl, that counts for something, right?” he says softly. you smack his chest and giggle. “you’re so corny”

“you’re corni…er. i don’t see why you need to do all this when your body’s perfect already.” nanami gently swipes the hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear.

“i just wanna be healthyyyyuh. plus i’ve got the mobility of an 80 year old, ken. i’m only 20!”

he kisses you again. and again. and again, until he finally whispers in your ear.

“let me worship you, baby. you’ll sweat more from it than dumb pilates.”

well… you couldn’t say no to that.

a/n: how i’d look at nanami

[hunnismokah]

nanami likes this polaroid of u

[cryopie]

Yoichi Isagi and the way he loves 𐙚♡

word count: 568 / the greenest flag ♡

Yoichi Isagi and the way he is completely obsessed with your thighs. It doesn’t matter if you wear shorts, a skirt, or tight jeans, his hands always find their way to them, large palms resting heavy and warm on your bare skin or fabric, squeezing gently as a subconscious habit whenever you’re sitting together.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he uses his spatial awareness to completely dominate your personal space. He doesn’t just sit next to you, he aligns his entire body with yours, overlapping his warmth onto you until you can’t move without bumping into him.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he mimics your habits over time. Using your favorite slang and picking up your specific gestures, his personality unconsciously evolving to match yours because you have become a fundamental part of him.

Yoichi Isagi and the way his puzzle pieces finally click when you’re around him. A sudden breath of relief when you sit next to him after a long day as if your presence is the final clue that makes his chaotic world make total sense.

Yoichi Isagi and the way his competitive streak softens just for you. Letting you win at video games or petty arguments, a breathless laugh escaping him when you gloat, completely content with losing if it means seeing you smile.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he craves verbal reassurance. Looking your way after a big moment, asking “Did you see me?” with a vulnerable hunger in his eyes, needing your validation more than the applause of a stadium.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he gets flustered when you tease him about his on-field ego. Ducking his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile, looking completely different from the terrifying demon he becomes during a match.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he craves your touch after a devastating loss. No words or analysis just dragging you down onto the bed with him and burying his face into your neck, holding onto you like you’re the only stable thing left in his world.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he gets a look of pure hunger in his eyes whenever you praise his ego. Hearing you say he was incredible makes something switch inside him, his pupils dilating as he corners you against the wall, needing to devour your attention completely.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he casually drops your name in conversations or interviews. He loves the subtle flex of letting everyone know you’re his, a proud smirk tugging at his lips whenever someone mentions how whipped he is.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he aggressively defends your relationship if someone makes a passing comment or doubts your bond. His polite demeanor vanishes completely, replaced by that terrifying, cold-eyed glare from the field as he shuts them down without hesitation.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he pulls you into his lap when he’s analyzing match footage. Wrapping his arms around your waist, using his warmth to keep himself grounded while his mind races.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he stands close to you in public. Not out of jealousy, but out of pure instinct. Shoulders brushing yours, hips touching, always keeping himself within arm’s reach of his favorite person.

Yoichi Isagi and the way he studies you. Eyes tracking your movements, learning your habits and preferences, because to him understanding you completely is the ultimate form of devotion.

thank you for reading ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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[f-tality0]

Megumi

[owwllly]

gojo and his miiuse

[fromeirlys]

18+

You love your older!husband so much, that’s why you tease him until he snaps. After all, the ungodly sex only happens when you push his buttons. Of course, that doesn’t mean you don’t love it any other time, you just like it when he’s ticked a bit.

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Your eyes glaze over as the pleasure courses through every part of your body. Your hands tightly intertwine with his, your body trembling from his dick sliding in and out. Your eyes were glazed over and strained from the endless crying.

“Hm… feels oh so good, doesn’t it, honey?” He cooes ever so softly and kisses your neck, his tone emlting your heart even more.

You can’t form words, as every time you tried to, you’d sob. Your feet curl and toes clench every time he pushes into your cervix, and purposely pulls away from it. Your walls suck him in greedily, wanting more of his length and seed that melted into its form.

Your mouth’s slacked open, and he takes this chance to mess with your tongue. The muscles wiggle around and swirl into each other, arousing you two even more. His hips gently push into yours, rolling at a rhythm that makes you pull away from him and turn your head away.

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. You begged for this…” you feel a kiss on the corner of your lip. “Begged for my attention… wearing that sexy fucking dress, smiling at everyone… being so sweet and loving to everyone, but your man.” He growls lowly against your clavicle.

“Your man, who puts you through the fucking mattress every single night… your man who kisses the ground you walk on every second of your day…” his jaw clenches when he feels his balls twitch and stomach tighten.

“Your man who put a ring on this finger, and made him yours,” he whispers, pecking your lips.

He lets go of your hands to wrap your legs around his hips. “Your man who will put a beautiful, strong baby in this perfect, divine body if you keep teasing him and making those pretty noises.”

He slams his hips into you again, over and over; the sound of skin clapping harshly against each other and genital fluids gushing together circulate loudly within the room. The bed squeaks and thumps against the wall, slowly chipping the color he painted it little by little. Your shaky hands raise up and cup his face, and he leans back down kissing your lips passionately.

You hug each other tightly as he cums again for the umpteenth time, filling your stuffy cunt leak onto the bedsheet for Goddess knows how many times. Your mind’s foggy with thoughts and feelings of him, your legs twitch as your nerves jerk from the overwhelming pressure. He nearly crushes you with his body as his muscular arms wrap around you, holding you captive in his embrace. Your eyes roll back as sleep slowly consumes you, feeling his hands roam your body and grip your thick limbs with love and devotion.

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Zayne (Galen, Dawnbreaker, MoF, GoA,) Caleb (Colonel, X0-2,) Sylus (SW Fiend, Stayrus), Jingyuan, Phainon, Nanook (ik they’re nonbinary, but I was still thinking of them), Mydei, Dan Heng/Feng, Nanami, Higuruma, Toji, Mihawk, Katakuri, Corazon, Madara, Itachi, Obito, Broly, Pierro, Jebrael, Gyomei, Gang Orca, and your faves

[l1lacm1st]

how caleb reacts when you shave your bush

a/n. because that "you shaved your bush" trend is on tiktok and how could i not think of the birthday boy bushleb himself losing his comfort bush

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It's ritual for Caleb to come home after a long day and just smother himself against you.

"Missed you, pips," he sighs against your neck, and you giggle as he flops down bed, lying on top of you. Nuzzling your skin for comfort, he slides lower down until his face is level with your thighs. The contact isn't always sexual, just that the feel of your soft skin after a long day is comforting.

"Did you do anything fun today?" He smiles up at you, hands absentmindedly slipping under your sleep shorts. You hum in thought, fingers running through his brown locks.

"I had a few missions I had to deal with. But I ended up finishing early."

"Mhm," Caleb's nose nudges your thigh softly. He caresses the curve of your stomach.

"So Tara and I also went out for dessert afterwards."

"That's fun." A blissful exhale escapes his lips as you comb through his hair just right. His fingers inch further down, inching to sink into the rough curls he knows are situated just-

"And I also-"

"You shaved your bush."

The line is so blunt yet laced with such a betrayed tone that you can't help but laugh.

"What?"

"Your bush. It's...gone."

"Yeah, I did shave it off in the shower earlier. Had to clean out the drain all by myself."

Caleb's eyes get all misty- this time not at the idea of you doing things by yourself, but the image of your poor bush hairs having to be wrenched out of a shower drain like they're not his greatest comfort.

"Why? Did I make you feel like you had to?" He demands, but it comes out in a more mopey, disappointed tone.

"No, of course not. I just got a bit irritated with the feeling. Wanted something smooth for a change."

"Oh, okay. You know, I love your body either way, pips, it's just...just..."

"Just what, Caleb?" Your tone softens. You look down to see him hide his face against your stomach, but it doesn't muffle the sniffle that's wrenched from him.

"Oh my God. Are you crying?"