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[aqxviee]

MASTERLIST ⋆˚꩜｡

Bluelock

Karasu jerking it to your voice ⋆˚࿔

Kaiser edging you for being a brat! ᢉ𐭩

Getting creampied by boyfriend Karasu.ೃ࿔*:･

Jealous Rin is such a meanie!ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

Boyfriend yoichi headcanons ₍^. .^₎⟆

Kaiser is such a pervert!

JJK

nerdjo headcanons ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

making love to husband geto

JJBA

ex! boyfriend jotaro checking on you when youre ill

Dm for requests!

my divider board

[porunareff]

Foo Fighters by illustrator Zashiki Warashi for JOJO magazine 2024 WINTER

[bittersweetlyblue]

true form!sukuna who loves loves loves back scratches.

it’s mainly become routine now: you’ll sleep beside him, on his chest or the crook of his shoulder, while two of his arms wrap around your waist & one cups the right side of your face while stroking hair from the left. and then you’ll scratch him weakly, on the nape of his neck, & suddenly the beast of a man flops over.

“sukuna..”

he doesn’t say anything the entire time. just moves every time your hand does, trying to give you the best access possible while his hands tighten almost threatingly around you, which is his way of encouraging you more. when you start scratching properly he’ll press his cheek against your face and suddenly be preening for more, going at every angle.

only once have you not scratched him & immediately you regretted it. he froze before manually doing it himself, hands moving from your waist to drape your arms over his exposed back (he only doesn’t sleep with a shirt on, ever, because of it) and do it himself

once you swore you heard a purr, but who are you kidding? wouldn’t be beside him.

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[moviecritc]

weather report loves making you squirt ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ he's a clingy man!

cw: mdni, oral, fingering, munch!weather, brief mention of watersports

The ick of having to moan "Weather!" when you cum disappear the moment his tongue found your clit on the first try. He explored your pussy thoroughly to know your favorite spots and memorize them, he knows how to grab your hips and manhandle you so you can feel his tongue and fingers everywhere and he doesn't care that you're embarrassed of cumming fast.

"That means I'm doing it right, yeah?" he asked, taking your hands so you stop covering your face from shyness.

He's all about giving and never receiving, and he's so talented with his tongue and thick fingers that he doesn't even need to use his dick to make you see stars.

The first time you squirted with three of his fingers deep in your pussy grazing your g spot while he had your knees pressed to your chest, he thought that was the most beautiful thing you could ever do.

His eyes went wide, a genuine smile breaking across his face as your juices splashed against his chin and soaked his lips. He leaned in closer, tongue flicking out to catch every drop like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"Can you do that again?" he whispered,from that moment on, Weather was obsessed.

He started keeping water bottles by the bed. "Drink up, baby," he'd say, pressing the cold plastic into your hands without breaking eye contact. You'd take big gulps while he watched, his fingers already tracing lazy circles on your thigh. He wanted you full, wanted that pressure building inside you so he could pull it out with his mouth and hands. He didn't care about getting his dick wet, he needed you squirting all over his face.

Tonight was no different. You'd already downed almost two full bottles, your belly feeling heavy and warm as he laid you down on the sheets. Weather's hands were strong and sure when he pushed your legs apart, settling between them like he belonged there. His breath ghosted over your pussy, already slick from how he'd been teasing you for the last twenty minutes.

"You're beautiful." He pressed a kiss right above your clit. "Not soaked enough, tho. We have to fix that, right?"

"Weather..." You nodded, cheeks burning, but he didn't give you time to get shy. His tongue dove in, licking a slow stripe up your folds before circling your clit with perfect pressure. "F-fuck! So... soo good, We."

Two fingers pushed inside you without a warning, your gummy walls swallowing them easily. "You're so warm, baby."

The wet sounds filled the room as he worked you open, sucking gently on your clit while his fingers pumped steadily. You were already dripping, but he wanted more.

He added a third finger, stretching you so good it made your eyes roll back. His mouth never stopped, tongue flicking fast and relentless while those fingers fucked into you with purpose. The pressure built fast, the feeling in your lower belly getting stronger with every thrust.

Weather groaned when he felt your walls start to flutter. "Yeah, baby, want to feel you squirt all over my tongue."

"Wea- ah! 'M close..." you whine, eyes shutting as you feel your walls clenching.

You came hard, a broken moan tearing from your throat as the orgasm crashed through you. He kept sucking and fingering, pressing down on your lower stomach with his other hand to help it along. The wet gush hit him full force, soaking his face and dripping down his chin onto the sheets. He moaned like it was better than anything, lapping it up greedily, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

"So fucking hot," he panted, pulling his fingers out just to spread your lips open and watch your pussy clench and release.

Another smaller spurt followed, and he dove back in, drinking it straight from the source. His face was shiny and wet, hair damp at the edges, but he looked happier than you'd ever seen him.

He finally came up for air, lips glistening and crawled over you. His cock was hard and neglected against your thigh, but he didn't even reach for it. Instead he kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Again?" he said softly, already sliding back down your body.

"Weather, oh my god!" you laugh, feeling his breath in your pussy. "One of these days I'm going to piss all over you accidentally."

He looked up at you, his stupidly blue eyes and wide shoulders telling you that he does not give a fuck.

a/n: first time writing for weather report woohoo. i feel like he deserves something more angsty and comforting than just sex but this was fun to write too!

[theshatteredstar]

What about weather report x reader where the reader keeps giggling everytime he tries to talk to them because they're ticklish and his breath keeps tickling them?

-🍒

Every Breath You Take - Weather Report x Reader

A/N - Ughhh he's so fucking cute I wanna kiss his cheek right this second, he would be such a little asshole when he realises I swear... People do not give this man enough credit of being a lil prick if he wanted.. Thank youu so much 🍒 hehehe! I hope you enjoy it! <3

♡ Fluff ♡ Word Count - 1500

The thrum of the electricity running through wires irritates you as you flip to the next page of your book, your eyes scanning the page before sighing with a low complaint shot to the man in front of you as he stares up at the ceiling. You can't focus on the words when that constant buzz is driving you insane...

“Does it not annoy you?”

He doesn’t answer outside of a dismissive hum, his long pink hair fanning out against the hardwood floor and making him look like he’s in a modelling shoot rather than a prison.

“Narci… I asked you a question.”

“Yes, it annoys me, you get used to it… You’re friends with Jolyne, right?”

His answer is rushed and bored, the deep purple in his eyes catching the artificial lighting and glinting curiously when he turns his head to ask you about Jolyne… Again.

“I suppose so? I’m not going to trick her into something.”

“Why doesn’t she love me?”

Your heart aches at how genuinely distraught he sounds, his voice dripping with devastation when he whispers the question to you. You don’t answer for a few seconds as you try to make it sound as kind as you can bring yourself to make it. He might be jagged but you still don’t want to hurt him…

“Have you had an actual conversation with her? Maybe that would be a good start, instead of telling her you like her…”

“Love her.”

“Right, you love her. I get it… But maybe it’s just a little soon to tell her that...”

He seems to think about it for a moment, his head rolling back to face the ceiling with a dazed stare at the chipping plaster against the skirting board.

His fingers drum lightly against the bare skin on his stomach in thought before sitting up with a groan at the ache throbbing in his head. His eyes darting over to you when he finally speaks after what feels like minutes of sitting in a droning silence.

“I’ll make her fall for me, no matter how long it takes... But I'll try to just talk to her.”

“Good! Just don’t tell her you love her this time... Do you know where weather is?”

His brows raise slightly in amusement when he stands and glances down to you sitting on the couch, your book forgotten about on your lap through your hopeful question. 

“Cute that you bring up love and immediately think of Weather… But he’ll be in his cell.”

“Shut up, Narci.”

“I could tell him to come here, you know?”

Your eyes snap back to him in a narrowed look of disbelief, he doesn’t just do things out of the kindness of his heart. He never has.

“What do you want in return?”

“Maybe you could… Ask Jolyne to give me a chance? That’s all I’m asking for! Just a chance to talk to me?”

He perks up immediately in hopeful pleading, his fingers tapping lightly against his thigh while he stares down through the small dramatic beg that falls from him.

“Deal, just… Don’t tell weather that I like him, you’re the only one who knows.”

“I’m not an asshole. It’s not mine to tell.”

His smile is deathly sweet, something most rarely get to see out of him. Genuine friendship through such a fucked up situation… But you’re thankful for his friendship nonetheless.

“Thank you, Ana… I’ll tell her when I see her next, I promise.”

“I know.”

He doesn’t say another word before he steps out of the ghost room without even a glance back at you, it’s not meant to be rude, nor dismissive, just… Anasui. 

The slow ticking of the clock is your only distraction from the irritating hum of the lights above you, your head tingling from the rhythmic click of the electricity looping through the mains; you barely get the chance to move to the switch and shut them off when the room shudders and you're left standing awkwardly facing your crush.

But at least you don’t have to go find him, but you wonder if Anasui did really send him here… And if so, what did he say?

Your mouth opens to greet him for a split second before his hand reaches out almost lazily to flick the lights off, drowning the room into darkness for a moment until the lamps turn on; the soft orange is nearly romantic the way it flickers across his skin and catches the deep oceanic blue in his eyes.

“Thank you…”

You don’t realise just how close he’s gotten to you in the few seconds of dimmed light until he leans in, his breath ghosting across your throat and tearing a small giggle from you before you can bite it back. The look on his face is pure confusion, his brows furrowing mid sentence when your laughing cuts him off.

“You’re welcome, you know you could have… Why are you laughing?”

“Sorry! Please, keep going… I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You can feel the heat licking at your cheeks as the blush settles heavily against you, your eyes catching his before darting away in a small embarrassment; god, this is not how you wanted this to go…

“Did I say something funny?”

Another light breath tickles your skin as you cover your mouth, clearing your throat quickly before you step away and answer his now suspicious stare down at you.

“Not at all, Weather… It’s just, hey!”

Your voice breaks into a laugh when he blows a testing cold puff of air at your warm flesh, your hand immediately pushing him away with a grin when he straightens up. You can see the thoughts connecting in his mind as he realises that you’re reacting to his breath against you, and it keeps making you laugh… But he would never abuse it, he’s always so kind and sweet… Right?

You should have known from the glint in his eyes alone that he had no intention of letting you go. His fingers catch your shoulder to keep you exactly where he wants within a second, leaning way too close to be seen as anything but evil when his lips brush just underneath your ear.

“Are you ticklish?”

The feeling of hot air coiling against your skin makes you jerk in shock, his whisper low and playful in your ear while he torments you; you can barely stop the giggle that bubbles into your throat, your chest rising and falling in sharp rapid breaths under his gentle torture.

“No I’m not… You’re just seeing things.”

“What did you want to tell me?”

The air tightens around your throat as you let out a staggered exhale, his fingers slipping from your shoulder when he leans just a few inches away, his head tilting while he waits for you to reply to the question you don’t particularly know the answer to.

“I… Didn’t?”

“Narciso told me you wanted to speak to me.”

That fucking asshole… Your mind reels quickly when the words sink into you, desperately clawing for anything you can say to him before he realises that something is wrong; not that your wide eyed panic doesn’t immediately tell him anyway.

His lips twitch slightly upwards when he takes in your fluster, your cheeks flushing a deep pink even under the soft golden glow of the lamp behind you; your mouth opens quickly to answer before your reply is choked into a sweet laugh.

His breath caresses your skin slowly with another deep exhale, purposeful and teasing before he continues onto the last whispered comment.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“No! I just… Stop doing that, Weather!”

Your fingers nudge his chest with a shaky laugh and earning a playful smile from him, his eyes softening sweetly as he steps away and moves to sink into the couch instead of tormenting you further, choosing to instead watch the fluster simmering under your skin.

“I don’t know why he’d say that…”

The couch dips slightly under your weight when you settle by his side, noticing immediately that he shifts to sit closer to you under the guise of picking up the book you were reading before he came in.

“Read to me?”

Your breathing hitches when the air traces across your lips, his eyes lidded when he presses the book into your hand, his face too close to yours to not be intentional… You regret ever talking to Anasui about him... What the fuck did he say?

“You want me to…”

“Yes. Read it to me, I like listening to you.”

You can’t focus on the light tickle that his breath leaves against you when his nose brushes yours, his eyes fluttering closed as if he’s going to lean in and press his lips to yours… You shouldn’t want him to; you shouldn’t want to chase him first... Does he want you to?

You don’t get the chance to chastise yourself when he pulls away with a faint smirk, his gaze dragging across your flushed skin before leaning his shoulder against yours with a small pleased hum.

His fingers lazily nudge yours to open the book before his hand falls into your lap, resting over your thigh with a small squeeze that you both know doesn’t seem exactly friendly anymore.

“If you don’t, I’ll read to you instead.”

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[levitonin]

Proof that he survived 👍🏻

[earth2kittie]

gojo loves kissing you to sleep. it’s nothing better than having you wrapped up against him with the scent of vanilla and coconut clinging to your skin after your shower. with your head laying underneath his armpit because you claim that’s where your most comfortable but he notices the sounds of you sniffing him quietly.

his lips would start kissing at your temple. tender and gentle because if he kissed you too roughly you’ll get riled up. then his kisses would trail down your face to your eye lids. the brush of your lashes against his lips tickled, and he’d smile against your eyes. after your eyelids it’s your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips. he can feel you smirking.

always.

because next is your favorite part.

his fingers would take hold of your chin and coax your face closer so he could look into your eyes. glassy, hooded and beautiful. your pupils so round, he could’ve sworn they were shaped like the moon outside the window. “my beautiful, sweet girl.” he’d whisper and then press his lips against yours. soft as he sucked onto your bottom lip, and released it, pressing another kiss just as gentle. his calloused hand came to cradle the back space between your head and your neck. keeping you there against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his snow white hair.

satoru broke away from you finally, breathing in much needed air. your chest against his heaved, a whine leaving your now pouting lips. you leaned up, brushing your nose against his. he knew you wanted more, you always do. so he captured your lips once more. devouring every gasp, and sound you made. satoru kissed you like he needed the very air you breathed. his free hand not cradling your head, trailed down your waist and around your lower back to pull you closer to him. so that now you were flushed together, no space in between you just how he liked it.

he could feel your hands began to loosen their hold on his hair. your pants started to even out, and your kisses grew slower, languid. he knew you were just shying away from succumbing to sleep right then and there. so with one final audible wet muaw, he parted his swollen lips from your own.

and satoru watched as you curled your face into his neck, humming in contentment. his hand cradling your head moved to caress your cheek. willing you away from him and to the beautiful land of dreams where’d you’d reunite with satoru somewhere in a field of flowers.

because no matter what, in every life, in every dream and nightmare, in the middle of a battle with curses, you and satoru knew you’d always be right in his arms. kissing each other to sleep or awake like a ritual of ultimate love.

ohhh to be loved like this (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

[crunchypizabread]

˙⋆✮ needy bf!Sukuna sleepwalks to your room after a fight! (sfw, but mdni 18+) ˙⋆✮ (~1k words)

One thing about your beloved boyfriend was that he was an asshole to everyone but you. Sure, it was endearing when you first started dating, but when your server took a little too long bringing your drink tonight, his attitude made you want to bury your face in your sweater sleeves.

That's how you had your first fight. Over a third person who shouldn't have had this much control over the happiness between the two of y'all. To be fair, he didn't yell at the server or make a scene publicly – but he did threaten to get the guy fired, accusing him of not catering to female patrons respectfully, and even calling him misogynistic.

In hindsight, the server had been acting strange since he took your order. He kept asking Sukuna what you wanted to eat and never once spoke to you directly. He gave you a funny look when you ordered a Chili’s triple dipper cheese, then suggested a salad instead. That was enough to set Sukuna off, and he tore into the guy in a tone that was somehow both scathing and "gentle." 

As adorable as it was that he'd defended you, it also pissed you off. You weren't a fan of appearing like a damsel in distress – an assumption people already made about the two of you thanks to the stark visual differences between you.

Sukuna stood at 6 foot 7 inches, towering and broad beside you despite your average height, all muscle and snaking tattoos over his tan skin. People were intimidated by him and often shot you with looks of curiosity or concern, as if you needed rescuing from the grumpy giant you'd chosen for yourself – the same man who loved you like no one else ever had.

So you threw a blanket and pillow at him and banished him to the couch. His lower lip jutted out in a pout, but you held your ground. The warning was clear: let you handle your own conflicts, unless you actually asked for his help. And since he rarely apologized, his ego wouldn't allow it. So, he'd be sleeping on that couch for the foreseeable future until he apologized.

Some might call it irrational, but you knew he needed to sit with it. His inability to just say sorry, his refusal to actually work on the things you complained about needed to change. It was the only logical solution as far as you were concerned, especially while you seethed with PMDD-fueled rage.

—

Having the king-size bed to yourself was, for once, genuinely enjoyable. You could starfish and roll around freely without Sukuna cutting off your circulation with how needily he wrapped himself around you every night. Ever since you'd moved in together, he'd basically turned you into a human pillow.

Another fun fact about him – he talked and walked in his sleep. Mumbling nonsense in the middle of the night, sometimes getting up just to stand there and stare at you while still fully unconscious, which had freaked you out more than a few times in the early days of dating.

So, no jumpscares tonight, you told yourself.

Just as your eyes were getting heavy from sleep, and you set your phone aside on the nightstand, you felt the mattress dip beside you. You froze, your heart jumping into your throat. Not again.

Slowly, you turned over, half-expecting to see him standing there, eyes glassy and unfocused like he always did when he sleepwaked. But no. He'd somehow perfectly sat himself onto the edge of the bed, one knee already sinking into the mattress like his muscle-memory activated.

"Sukuna." You sat up, poking his bicep with your index finger. "Sukuna! You're supposed to be on the couch."

No response. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed like he was concentrating very hard on something only his sleeping brain could see. Then, with zero grace whatsoever, he flopped sideways onto the bed and immediately started gravitating toward you like you were the only source of heat on that cold night.

"Oh my god. Sukuna. Sukuna." You shoved at his shoulder, trying to roll him back toward his own side, which was an impossible feat, because it felt like pushing against a boulder. "You cannot just… we had a whole conversation about this—"

"'m sorry," he mumbled, voice slurring, face mashing into your pillow. "Didn' mean it."

You paused, hand still on his shoulder. "...Hmm?"

"Shouldn'a yelled," he continued, utterly unbothered by consciousness, one arm already grabbing your waist and tugging you closer like it was second nature. "Y’ can defend y’self. 'm sorry. 'm sorry, don' be mad," he whined.

His sleepy and pleading voice made your heart weak. This absolute menace of a man, buff dude with unresolved ego, who couldn't choke out a real apology to save his life while conscious, was doing it in his fucking sleep.

"You're unbelievable," you whispered, as if he could even hear it. 

He nuzzled closer, nose pressing into your hair, mumbling something else that dissolved into incoherence before you could catch onto it. His leg hooked over yours. His arm tightened. And within minutes, he'd gone fully limp against you, breathing slow and even, looking (for once) completely at peace instead of perpetually irritated at the whole world.

You should've woken him up properly. Dragged him back to the couch. But instead, you settled back into the pillow, and let your fingers caress gently through his soft hair as you felt your heart turn into mush. "Fine. Just this once."

He made a small, satisfied moan against your neck, his breath tickling you, as even the asleep version of him knew he'd won.

—

Morning light spilled across the room from the blind gaps, when Sukuna's eyes cracked open, and the first thing he registered was soft skin and the weight against his chest,  long strands of hair tickling his jaw. The second thing he registered was mild confusion.

He glanced down at you, as you still curled into him. Then his eyes wandered around the room, then at the door – the very door that led to the living room couch, where he was fairly certain he'd fallen asleep in exile.

"...Why am I in here," he muttered, voice rough with sleep, brows furrowing together in genuine confusion.

You blinked awake at the sound of his husky voice, tilting your head up to look at him with a slow, satisfied smirk. Before he could ask again, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Thank you for finally apologizing," you murmured against his plush lips.

He pulled back, eyes half-lidded, and stared at you. "...I did what?"

"Mhm. Very sincere. Very heartfelt." You patted his chest, entirely too pleased with yourself. "Ten out of ten delivery, babe. Didn't even fight me on it."

Sukuna's expression shifted through several stages of confusion and horror from fragments of the night returning to him. "I don't remember doing that."

"That's between you and your subconscious."

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the arm around you didn't loosen. It pulled you in tighter, like some deeply stubborn part of him had decided that if he was already caught being soft, he might as well commit to it. "I'm going to need a full transcript of what I said."

"Nope." You grinned against his bare chest. "Just know it worked. You're forgiven, Kuna."

He grumbled something about unfairness and sleep-related impairments, but you felt the tension leave his shoulders, felt him press a begrudging kiss to the top of your head mumbling “you’re lucky I love you, brat”, which was the closest thing to a real apology you'd probably get out of him while fully conscious.

You'd take it, for now at least.

a/n: reader should be happy he just threatened to fire the waiter and didn't canonically blow up the whole Chili's 😭 anyway, grumbly wumbly kuna is so adorable!! bro stumbled into bed like my cat does at 3 am to beg me for food

[gumislover]

18+ | ˖  ࣪  sukuna fucks you in the fitting room after seeing you try on a lingerie

𝓌c: 0.7k

you’re walking in the aisle of a lingerie shop, searching for a perfect, matching lingerie set.

sukuna is right behind you, walking with his arms crossed, his gaze strict on your back.

“kuna, don’t look at me yet. imma try one set, wait in front of the fitting room, please.”

he didn’t reply, just listened since he knows you’ll complain if he doesn’t do whatever you said. you went inside the fitting room, closing the hot pink polyester curtains.

the matching lingerie set is sitting on the small chair inside the fitting room, while you’re stripping down your clothes.

you know it’ll surprise sukuna. it’s a red lace set. something that for sure will drive sukuna crazy.

after slipping into the fabric, you open the curtains, just a bit to peek your head out.

“dear, come inside. i want to know if you like it or not.”

he uncrossed his arms and headed inside the fitting room. then he saw it.

you’re standing there, in the corner of the room, looking a bit too satisfied with what you’re wearing. as if you know what you’re doing to him right now.

sukuna glanced up and down at your form, taking in the perfect set that hugs every curve you have.

“... and, do you like it?” you ask with an innocent stare.

he stepped a little closer, his presence filling the small fitting room, right in front of you.

“y/n, you brat.” his voice made your cheeks well up. he’s staring at your body without any shame, with his usual arrogant smirk.

“doing this on purpose? because i promise you i won’t wait till we’re home.”

you don’t say anything, you don’t have to, he’s already planning to do it anyways.

both of his hands are placed onto each side of your hips, his thumb making random shapes. he knows that people are walking inside the store, or even waiting to go inside the fitting room.

“you’re gon’ be quiet for me, won’t ya?” he whispers in your ear, pushing your back gently on the wall.

his thumb is placed directly on your clit, inside the red lace panties. he started to move his thumb in circles.

“kuna–ah, here?” your voice made his smirk widen a bit, your tone sounds so vulnerable. it’s like music to his ears, something he wants to keep listening to.

“mmhm, here. in a public store, where it’s filled with customers.”

his other hand wrapped your thighs around his waist, pushing his thumb even deeper. you bucked your hips up, trying to feel even more of his thumb.

“greedy today?” he breathed on your neck. “don’t worry, you’ll get all of me, but i’m just preparing you now.”

a soft whimper left your mouth, his hand moved to your mouth. “quiet, brat.”

you nodded, your hips moving desperately on his thumb. he pulled his thumb out of your folds, leaving you empty and needy.

“don’t give me that look, turn around.” he says, still wearing that same smirk. you turned around, facing the wall, while your chest is pressed against the wall.

the sound of his belt filled the fitting room.

before you could say anything he’s already filling your cunt from behind. his hand came back to your mouth to silence any whimpers.

he moved fast, rough, something that won’t change.

“takin’ me so well, mmm.” he felt a muffled whimper against his large hands.

“this is the spot, isn’t it?” you nodded eagerly, placing your hands onto the wall.

his rhythm is distracting you from seeing his other hand moving towards your clit. without any warning he adds his thumb into your puffy clit.

the overstimulation you felt made you cum in seconds.

he slowly pulled out, his thumb pressing your clit one last time before he sucked the juices from his thumb.

“get back in your clothes, i’ll get the matching lingerie.” he says, grabbing the set from the ground before heading out.

sukuna is always like this, he doesn’t care where you guys are. even if it’s in public.

it can be annoying sometimes, but he won’t stop doing it. so why not enjoy those moments?

note: this is so bad don’t mind it, I’m still working on writing good smut 😭 btw should i make a taglist?

art credits @/neverisa

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

The really beautiful thing about Blue Lock men is they’re all so intense in everything. Everything they do, everything they want, and that includes you. You tell them you wanna tear them apart, tell them you’ve been fantasizing about them, tell them you want them so fucking bad you can barely handle it sometimes? Ohhh you just handed them such a beautiful gift, right on a silver platter. You want them as badly as they want you? Your feelings for them run so deep and feel so strong that sometimes they overwhelm you? You think your love is “too intense” and might scare them off? Don’t you worry, baby…. They live and breathe intense. They’re gonna give you all of them.

[baniiv]

You’re bouncing on his cock, hips slamming down hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the bedroom, when Satoru lets out a muffled sound.

“Mmmfgh-!”

His head is thrown back against the pillow, snowy hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes rolled halfway up in pure bliss. Your worn black panties are stuffed between his lips, the crotch pressed right against his tongue so your scent and taste flood his senses with every desperate inhale. He’s lost every ounce of composure, he's a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you.

It had started barely twenty minutes ago in the laundry room.

You’d walked in absentmindedly, only to freeze at the sight of Satoru hunched over the hamper, face buried in the same pair of your dirty panties he’s gagging on now. His blindfold was pushed up, cheeks tinted prettily, cock rock-hard and twitching visibly in his sweatpants as he inhaled you like he’d die without it. He’d startled when he saw you, pulling the fabric away with a quick, surprised blink of those striking eyes.

“Well… fuck,” he’d said, a low chuckle slipping out even as his cheeks stayed faintly warm.

“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon...”

You’d felt your own face burn, surprised and a little embarrassed by the scene before you. Instead of scolding him, you’d stepped closer, plucked the panties from his fingers and dragged him to your shared bedroom.

Now he’s paying for it in the best way. You brace both hands on his broad chest, nails digging into pale skin and ride him harder, lifting until just the fat head of his cock stretches your pussy, then slamming back down, again and again.

His muffled moans vibrate against the fabric in his mouth, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His hands clutch the headboard above him exactly like you ordered, knuckles white, veins standing out on his forearms as he fights the urge to grab your hips and fuck up into you.

“Such a needy boy, sniffing my dirty panties like a pervert.”

He whines loudly around the gag, hips jerking helplessly beneath you. His cock throbs violently inside your clenching heat. You don’t let up, grinding in tight, nasty circles that rub your clit perfectly against his base while your walls squeeze him tightly.

His whole body suddenly goes rigid. A desperate cry tears from his throat, muffled by your panties, as he starts to squirt, hot clear fluid floods deep into your pussy. It’s filthy, warm and slippery, leaking out around his shaft with every frantic twitch of his hips. He shakes hard through every spurt, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, moaning as he’s completely lost in the pleasure.

You keep grinding on his cock, hips rolling desperately as the warm, messy load he squirted inside you pushes you right over the edge. Your pussy clenches hard around him, thighs shaking as you cum with a soft moan, slick gushing out to mix with his own fluids and dripping down his balls on the sheets.

Panting, you slow down and gently pull the soaked panties from his mouth. He gasps for air, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny. You brush his white hair from his forehead, still seated on his cock.

“You knew I was coming,” you murmur, watching his face. “You let me catch you on purpose.”

Satoru meets your gaze, still flushed and breathing hard. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his swollen lips.

“Yeah… I knew,” he admits, voice rough and smug.

“Wanted you to walk in on me like that. Wanted you to take over and fuck me stupid.” He lets out a breathless chuckle.

Smiling, you lean down and kiss him.

“You're so dirty...” you whisper. He shivers under you, that smirk still on his lips as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Only for you."

[tetsur0-1]

How i be reading smut wth a straight face in bed

[slutreputation]

┆ ⤿ solo ⌗

ᯓ⚽︎ Sae Itoshi

you’re sae’s cumdump / you dirty talk sae / morning sex with sae / giving sae a blowjob / sae fucks the reporter / sae fucks the brat out of you / you give sae a blowjob after a lost game / bathroom sex with ex!bf sae / sae marks you with his cum

ᯓ⚽︎ Rin Itoshi

you tested rin’s patience… / secret bus sex with rin

ᯓ⚽︎ Hiori Yo

sadistic sex with gamer!hiori

ᯓ⚽︎ Isagi Yoichi

isagi analyzes your sex

ᯓ⚽︎ Alexis Ness

best friend ness is obsessed with you

ᯓ⚽︎ Nagi Seishiro

nagi fingers you / nagi eats you out

ᯓ⚽︎ Bunny Iglesias

bunny wins the world cup & needs you

ᯓ⚽︎ Shidou Ryusei

the devil eats good. shidou eats better.

ᯓ⚽︎ Vivienne Hugo

you’re hugo’s doll / webcam sex with hugo

ᯓ⚽︎ Michael Kaiser

wall sex with kaiser / limousine sex with kaiser / you overstimulate kaiser by jerking him off / kaiser fucks you at an event

ᯓ⚽︎ Among Football Gods

isagi & kaiser share you

you’re reo’s & nagi’s obsession

kaiser & ness are obsessed with you

┆ ⤿ brother’s best friend ⌗

bunny iglesias | vivian hugo | hiori yo | michael kaiser

┆ ⤿ genre:sick boys ⌗

alexis ness | michael kaiser | hiori yo | bunny iglesias | sae itoshi | shidou ryusei

┆ ⤿ multiple ⌗

jealous sex

they realize they like a boy

they find out you’ve a stalker

they get distracted by your tits

magic mike dance — one / two

spit on it and jerk it — one / two

they catch you fucking — one / two

they catch you pleasuring yourself — one / two / three

how they canon fetishes affect your sex life — one / two

they make a bet that they you’ll fall for them — one / two

[serikai]

PUSSY SO GOOD HE STARTED CRYING after days of pure sexual frustration and forced restraint due to your menstruation, satoru makes up for lost time claiming every bit of you.

ꨄ︎ conᴛains multiple rounds, penetration, dirty talk, menstrual themes, sexual frustration, masturbation, assisted handjob, dry humping, crying during sex, desperate rough sex, manhandling. gojo is so desperate. praise kink.

it’s another one of those days again of you waking up feeling weak, stomach twisted in a dull ache, and the second you shift under the sheets you feel the tell tale warmth between your thighs. bleeding.

you slip carefully out of bed so you don’t wake gojo, who’s still sprawled on his stomach, in the bathroom you confirm it, sigh quietly, and after a quick shower you pull on one of his oversized shirts.

the fabric hangs past your thighs, you don’t think twice about it, until you step back into the bedroom and catch him already awake, propped up on one elbow, eyes locked on you like he’s been struck.

he’s rock hard visibly the thin sleep pants do nothing to hide the thick outline pressing against the fabric, and the way his gaze drags slowly from your bare legs up to where the shirt sits loosely on your shoulders makes heat crawl up your neck even through the cramps.

you leave him there and head to the kitchen, trying to ignore the way your body still wants him even when it hurts.

you’re standing at the stove frying an egg when strong arms suddenly wrap around your middle, careful but firm, settling right over the place that aches. you melt into the warmth for a second before his sleepy voice rasps against your ear.

“do you feel that, baby?”

you hum, distracted by the warmth of his chest against your back, he answers by gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.

the hard length of his cock presses insistently against the small of your back, thick and throbbing even through the layers of clothes. a low groan vibrates through him.

“i should just bend you over right here and bury my dick inside you.”

normally that kind of talk would leave you fluttering and wet, but today the words only make the ache in your stomach sharper.

you groan, annoyed, and try to ease out of his hold, he notices, of course, but doesn’t fully let go. his arms stay loosely looped around you.

“hmm? don’t want to?” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. he noses at the side of your neck, lips brushing your nape. “so you’d prefer i lay you out on the table and have you for breakfast instead? because we can certainly do that.”

you stiffen, he feels it immediately. the playful edge in his voice softens. he turns the stove off with one hand, then gently cups your face and turnining you toward him. you’re pouting, eyes averted, and satoru knows you too well. this is the face you only make when something’s wrong.

“tell me.” you look away. his brows furrow. “i’ll count to three. one… two-”

“i have my period,” you groan, still trying to twist your face out of his hands. he doesn’t let you, his palms stay gentle but firm on your cheeks, keeping your eyes on his.

“what are you looking away for?” he smiles, soft and a little teasing, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “does my girl need something? does your stomach hurt?”

the concern in his voice undoes you completely, you melt against him, forehead dropping to his chest. yes, he can be an absolute tease, but this side of him, always gets under your skin in the best way. it makes you ache for him even more, wetness gathering between your thighs despite the pain.

gojo, on the other hand, feels like he’s being slowly tortured.

the two of you usually fuck every day or two. it’s a cycle you both lean into hard.

there was even one time you tried during your period, but the cramps afterward had been brutal enough that you both agreed not to risk it again.

so now the days stretch out in front of him, every brush of your body against his is a reminder of what he can’t have.

he even jerks off in the shower more than once, biting down on his own wrist to stay quiet, one afternoon you catch him mid stroke in the bedroom, pants shoved down, cock flushed and leaking in his fist.

the look on his face when he realizes you’re watching is pure wrecked hunger, you cross the room without a word, wrap your hand around him, and finish him yourself while he pants against your neck and keeps his hips carefully still so he doesn’t accidentally thrust into your grip the way he wants to.

the entire time his free hand stays fisted in the sheets instead of grabbing your hips and bending you over.

the restraint costs him. you can see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his eyes stay squeezed shut like looking at you might break the last thread of control.

another evening he corners you in the bathroom after your shower, you’re wrapped in a towel, hair damp against your neck, and he steps in close, crowding you back against the counter.

his hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking the edge of the towel where it’s tucked between your breasts. he leans down and kisses you slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours until your knees go weak. when he finally pulls back. “just let me feel you,” he whispers. “not inside. just… against you. please.”

you hesitate, but the need in his voice makes refusal impossible, he undoes the towel with careful fingers and lets it fall, then he shoves his own clothes down and presses himself against you from behind again, the thick length of his cock sliding between your thighs, resting against the soft heat of your pussy without entering.

he rocks slowly, the head catching against your clit with every careful thrust. his arms band tight around your waist. his forehead drops to your shoulder. the sounds he makes are almost pained low, broken, every slide of skin is both relief and fresh torment.

he lasts only a few minutes before he has to stop, pulling away with a shaky inhale, cock flushed and leaking against his stomach.

he turns you around and kisses you harder, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other stays carefully above your waist. when he speaks his voice is wrecked.

“i’m going to ruin you the second it’s over. you know that, right? i’m going to keep you in bed for days. i need to be inside you so badly it’s making me stupid.”

the final days crawl by, by afternoon the tension in his shoulders is visible every time he’s near you.

he keeps finding excuses to touch, fingers brushing your lower back when he walks past, a hand lingering on your thigh while you sit together on the couch, the press of his lips to the side of your neck that lasts a second too long. every touch is careful and still somehow desperate.

when night finally falls and you tell him it’s over, the change in him is immediat, he doesn’t speak at first. he just stares at you for a long moment, eyes wide and shining, then crosses the room in two strides and pulls you into his arms so tightly the air leaves your lungs.

his face buries in your hair, you feel the first tear against your temple before you even realize he’s crying.

“fuck,” he breathes, the word cracked open. “fuck, i missed this so much. i missed you so much. do you even know how hard it’s been? every single day looking at you and not being able to touch you the way i wanted-”

he walks you backward toward the bed without ever letting go, mouth finding yours in a kiss that is equal parts hunger and gratitude.

his hands are everywhere at once sliding under your shirt, cupping your breasts, gripping your hips hard enough to leave faint marks.

when he lays you down he follows immediately, covering your body with his, thighs spreading yours apart as if he cannot stand even an inch of space between you.

“look at me,” he whispers, voice shaking. “i want to see your face when i push in. please.”

the first time he pushes inside you is slow, he watched your face first as he pushed the entire way, eyes wet, lower lip caught between his teeth.

the moment he is fully seated he goes still, forehead pressed to yours, a soft broken sound escaping him. more tears slip free. he doesn’t wipe them away.

“oh my god… there you are. fuck, there you are. so warm… so tight… i forgot how perfect you feel around me.”

he just starts to move deep and careful, then harder, like the last of his restraint has finally shattered.

“so good,” he keeps saying, “you feel so fucking good. i thought i was going to lose my mind waiting. i couldn’t stop thinking about this. about you. about how perfect this pussy is for me. every time i closed my eyes i saw you like this… taking me so well…”

he fucks you like a man who has been starved, every thrust claiming you so deep, hands gripping your thighs to keep them open for him. when you clench around him he makes a wrecked little noise and presses even closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“that’s it… squeeze me just like that. fuck….you have no idea what you do to me…”

his pace never slows. he is chasing something desperate and wordless, and when he finally comes it is with a broken sob against your skin, hips stuttering, cock pulsing deep inside you while he holds you so tightly it almost hurts.

“i’m coming—fuck,”

even after he finishes he does not pull out. he stays buried inside you, still hard, still trembling, soft kisses scattered across your cheeks and jaw while the last of the tears dry on his face. after a few minutes he starts moving again, slower this time, lazy and deep.

“you can take it, right, baby? for me? please… hmm? just a little more. don’t make me pull out yet.”

“again,” he whispers against your mouth. “please. i need it again. i need you again. i need to feel you come around me… can you do that for me?”

he rolls you both without slipping free, ending up on his back so you’re straddling him. his hands settle on your hips, guiding you down until you’re fully seated on his cock again. the new angle makes you gasp.

he fills you even deeper like this, the thick head pressing against places that make your thighs shake.

gojo’s head tips back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded still shining with leftover tears. he watches you rise and fall with open hunger, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above where you’re stretched around him.

“that’s it… just like that. fuck, look at you taking me so well. look how deep i am, bouncing on me like you missed it too…”

one hand slides up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers while the other stays locked on your hip, urging you to move faster.

every time you sink down he lifts his hips to meet you, driving up into you with short thrusts that punch soft cries from your throat.

the wet sound of your bodies meeting fills the room. he can’t stop talking, filthy praise mixed with soft pleas

“you’re so good to me… letting me have you like this after everything. i love the way you take me. i love how your pussy flutters when i hit that spot…”

when your rhythm starts to falter he sits up suddenly, chest pressed to yours, arms wrapping tight around your back. he kisses you hard while bouncing you on his cock, using his strength to lift and drop you exactly how he wants.

the change in angle has you clenching hard around him. he groans into your mouth, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he comes a second time, spilling deep inside you again.

he doesn’t give either of you long to recover. still buried inside you, he tips you sideways so you’re lying on your side facing him.

one of his long legs hooks over yours, keeping you open, and he starts fucking you in slow, grinding thrusts.

his face is close enough that you can see every flicker of emotion in his eyes. he keeps one hand on your ass, holding you flush against him, the other tangled in your hair. every few thrusts he presses a soft kiss to your lips or your cheek or the corner of your eye.

“missed this so fucking much,” he murmurs against your mouth. “missed the way you squeeze me… the way you get so wet for me… the little sounds you make when i’m this deep… fuck, i could stay inside you forever.”

he pulls out only long enough to manhandle you onto your hands and knees. the sudden emptiness makes you whine, he soothes it with a palm sliding down your spine before he lines up and sinks back in with one smooth thrust. the new depth punches a moan out of both of you.

gojo’s hands settle on your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he starts fucking you in earnest long strokes that rock the entire bed.

the sound of skin meeting skin is louder now, wet and filthy. he leans over your back, chest pressed to your spine, one arm wrapping around your waist so he can reach between your legs and rub tight circles over your clit while he drives into you.

he fucks you through another orgasm, not slowing even when your arms give out and you drop to your elbows. he follows you down, covering your body completely, hips never stopping.

“good girl… coming around my cock like that… gonna fill you up one more time—”

only when he comes again, a low sob torn from his throat does he ease the pace, grinding into you in slow circles as the last pulses leave him.

even then he doesn’t pull out. he rolls you both carefully onto your sides, still buried inside, one arm locked around your waist and the other sliding under your head so you’re tucked against his chest.

his cock is still half hard, twitching occasionally inside you as if it refuses to fully soften. he presses soft, open mouthed kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder, breathing you in.

“one more,” he whispers against your skin after a few quiet minutes, already starting to rock his hips again in lazy, shallow thrusts. “just one more… . i still need you. i still need this. let me stay inside a little longer… you feel too good… i can’t stop yet.”

and you let him. you let him take you again in that same spooned position.

by the time the sky outside the window starts to lighten, your body is sore and marked and full of him, thighs sticky with everything he’s left inside you. even then he keeps you close, one arm locked around your waist, cock still resting against the slick heat between your thighs, as if the only way he can believe the wait is truly over is by never letting you go.

“stay like this,” he murmurs against your hair, voice finally soft and sleepy. “just… stay. i’m not done holding you yet.”

[catboy-lover69]

catboy choso

[payakanspirit]

♯ looks like someone made the mistake of flirting with you today.. not that they could've known you were already dating suguru geto! keeping your relationship under wraps has its downsides, though, and judging by the displeased look on your boyfriend's face, he's not taking it very well. twt link

"you seemed so friendly today," he whispered, "so open. i wonder if you were thinking about how much you wanted this while you were flirting with him."

“i wasn't flirting, suguru— please," you whined, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"i don't care what you call it. you still let him get too close." he pressed the head of his dick firmly against your entrance, but made no effort to slide in. "now, fuck yourself. move back onto it on your own. i want to see you take it."

you hesitated, glancing back at him just long enough to catch the slight furrow of his brows and the subtle narrowing of his eyes. he groaned a little at the sight. god, you looked like such a mess. "it huuurts! you're too big, just push it in—"

the sound of his palm connecting with your ass echoed through the room, making you gasp and arch your back instinctively.

"did i ask for your opinion?" suguru hissed, his voice devoid of its usual calm. "i told you to move. do it, or i'll give you something real to complain about."

tears pricked your eyes, but the sting of the slap had awakened a desperate need in you. shaking, you shifted your weight, sliding your hips backward. you felt him slide in slowly, the girth stretching you wide, filling you completely. you then let out a choked moan, your fingers clutching the pillowcase.

"thaaat’s it," he murmured, the anger in his voice giving way to quiet satisfaction. "that’s my girl."

as you continued to move, backing up onto him in slow, tentative rhythms, suguru began to meet you. every time you retreated, he gave a gentle, shallow thrust, teasing you, making you crave the depth he was withholding.

eventually, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic, wet thud that drowned out everything else. the long-haired man had you pinned face down, your tits crushed into the pillows and your hips hoisted high in the air, leaving you completely exposed to his wrath.

he was pounding into you with a relentless, punishing pace. each thrust was deep and hard, bottoming out against your cervix and sending waves of pleasure and pressure through your entire body. you were whimpering now, loud, uncontrolled moans escaping you as you shook under the force of his assault.

his fingers were dug deep into the soft flesh of your hips, bruising your skin as he anchored you in place, ensuring you felt every single inch of his girth bottoming out against your cervix.

"still thinking about him?" suguru groaned, his voice a low, dangerous rasp against the shell of your ear. he slammed into you again, the impact jarring your entire frame.

"tell me— while i’m fucking you like this, are you still thinking about how close he was to you?"

"no— god— suguru, please!" you cried into the pillow, your voice muffled and desperate. your body was shaking, your internal muscles clamping tight around him with every heavy thrust.

“i— it was never like that!”

“yeah?”

“uh huh!”

"just answer me," he commanded, his tone cold despite the heat of their bodies. he pulled back nearly all the way, teasing your entrance, before driving himself back in with a violent surge that made you squeal. "who do you belong to?"

"shit!— you— i'm yours, sugu— only yours!" you yelped out, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets.

"uh huh, that's right baby."

he shifted his grip, moving one hand from your hip to the small of your back. suguru pressed his palm firmly against your spine, forcing you to arch your back even further, tilting your pelvis up to create an even steeper, more vulnerable angle. the change in position allowed him to hit that sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"oh god— r— right there!— suguru!" you gasped, your hips instinctively bucking back against him, trying to swallow him whole.

the sound of you pleading only seemed to fuel him. suguru let out a grunt, pounding into you now, his movements much more primal and possessive. the wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed through the room, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he was dominating you.

as he leaned closer, his long hair slipped over his shoulders, feathering gently against your spine.

"you love it when i’m like this, don't you?" he panted, his breath hot and ragged. "you loooove knowing that i can do whatever i want to you."

"yes— yes, i do! pleeease— you’re so big!" you whimpered out, your face sinking into the pillow as he reached down, his fingers briefly threading through your hair, gently urging you to stay where you were.

“you can take it, baby.”

“f— faster! mmmh— i’m sososo close! don’t stop!”

he didn't need to be told twice. suguru gripped your waist with bruising force, pulling you flush against him as he delivered a series of rapid, shallow thrusts that built the tension to a breaking point, before slamming deep one last time.

he held you there, pinned and trembling, as he felt your walls begin to spasm in a violent orgasm.

"thereee we go" he hissed, pressing a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck, "lemme feel your pretty cunt squeeze me while you remember exactly who you belong to."

as you came, suguru let out a loud, guttural groan. he drove himself in as deep as possible, his dick pulsing as he filled you deep inside with hot, thick cum.

"is this what you wanted?" he asked moments later, letting out a quiet scoff as his palms moved slowly along your sides in an attempt to soothe you, his eyes glued to your figure that stayed motionless on the bed, "to be used like this? to have me remind you who you actually belong to?"

“i missed your dick,” you murmured, squirming around a bit.

“you are so stupid.”

okay now omw to respond to the megumi stuff in my inbox because ik some of u don’t play abt this man 😭😭😭😭

my sexy taglist: @lucidsseraphim, @masterandmargerita, @asom2xim, @claerysa, @lillylovestoji92, @p3talswayingindesun, @maroeteez, @stqrgumi, @ajyoursgirl, @notsoslightlysexual

[tays-writing]

top 5 husband!satoru lines:

1. "You want daddy's thick milk inside you again, don't you? Want me to milk these big, heavy tits dry and then fill mommy’s pretty pussy right after?"

2. "Fuck—look at you. Six months pregnant, tits leaking, and still begging for more of my cum. So fucking greedy for it"

3. "Gonna pump you so full it drips down your thighs for the rest of the day. Gonna keep you dripping and swollen and marked as mine."

4. "Feel my cock stretching this pregnant pussy open? You're gonna come on it. You’re gonna milk me with those tight little walls"

5. "You belong to me so completely it's sick. Spread those legs wider, let me see my big-bellied, milk-leaking girl take every single inch of this."

me: 🌝