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19, toji & gojo lover !!

[darthwhorecrux]

TW: SMUUUT 🗣️, Grimmy gets pretty rough, a little bit of degradation, breeding, the works :D

Grimmjow couldn't stand you.

You were a brat if there ever was one and far too comfortable speaking to him with disrespect on a daily basis. He couldn't stand you, but every time you spoke to him brazenly, mocked him, taunted him, and infuriated him, it made him want to stuff that big mouth of yours with his cock. He couldn't stand you, but if and when he got the chance, he was going to show you what he did to brats like you. He didn't need to like you to fuck you good and hard like you deserved.

He was already annoyed enough today, and there you were, as usual, saying something to piss him off even more. "Hey, quick question, do you ever stop talking?"

His eyes widened, anger flaring like scorching blue flames. You enjoyed just how easy it was to get under his skin. He was so simple, fists clenching at his sides before one of them slammed on the table in front of you. "What did you just say?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I guess that means no," you sighed, suppressing an amused grin.

The truth was, you liked riling him up and did so intentionally. You liked watching the veins swell in his hands, arms and forehead because it was hot. He was hot. Watching him get mad had you fantasizing about just how roughly he'd manhandle you, how he'd meanly bully his cock into your tight cunt, how he'd have you crying and gagging on it. You weren't going to stop pushing his buttons until he was undoing yours.

"You're lucky I don't hit girls," he growled, his hands twitching, clenching and unclenching as if he was currently resisting the urge.

"That's too bad," you said, smirking lazily.

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Later, he proved to be a liar. He was hitting you, his hand coming down hard over and over again to smack your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He still didn't know how to stop talking, though you didn't mind it much now, clenching around him while he yanked you up by your hair to spew filth directly into your ear.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Huh?" He panted, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "Where's that smirk, little girl? Your snide comments? Haven't you got anything to say?"

You couldn't reply, not with how cruelly he was pounding into you, his tip striking hard and deep, as furious as he was. All you could do was moan and whine dumbly. You may have bested him with your words earlier, but in the bedroom, he'd definitely won, just the way you wanted him to.

"That's what I thought," he laughed when you didn't respond. "Can't handle my fat cock and talk back to me at the same time. You're too busy making a mess of my sheets and whining like a bitch."

He threw you back into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight as his hips snapped against your ass. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, but it was your personal heaven, getting caged in by his big biceps and having your pussy ruined by his throbbing length. You could hardly breathe, suffocating under his weight, head under water with nothing but the sound of his grunts and growls right into your ear. You thought it'd be a pleasant way to die.

Then he suddenly left you, and before you had the chance to mourn the loss of his heat and fullness in between your legs, he was manhandling you onto your back, folding you into a mating press and fucking back into you, smirking maliciously at your dumbfounded expression.

"I want to see what you look like when you cum all over my cock," he snarled in explanation before wrapping his hand around your neck to hold you in place. "Maybe I'll fill you up. You want that, slut?"

"Yes!" You choked out, eyes rolling back as he stretched your legs to their max, going impossibly deeper inside you than he had been. Each thrust felt like a shock to your system, a terrifying yet exciting loss of control of your body.

He was shamelessly staring at himself thrusting in and out of you, at your tits bouncing, and at the tears leaking out of your eyes. It made him go feral, the sight of your defeat. He knew you were all talk, so outspoken yet so easy to break. It was music to his ears how pathetic you sounded. Now he just needed you squirting all over him before he unleashed his load into you. Only then would it truly be his victory.

He knew by the high-pitched squeals and whines you were making that you were close, and so he stayed focused and didn't hold back, maintaining his brutal pace until your legs were trembling, glassy eyes squeezing shut and loud mouth crying out as if you were being tortured. He lowered himself against you, fucking you through your orgasm as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to his word that he would fill you up. Moments later, he did, biting your neck and groaning into it as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed into your walls. He pulled out to watch it leak out of you, mesmerized by how cute your bratty pussy was with his juices oozing out.

He collapsed at your side. He'd finally bested you, finally taught you a lesson, and you'd finally learned just how good of a fuck he was. You stressed him out, but he had finally taken that stress out on you. For the first time in a while, he felt at ease, one could even say peaceful. Your body and your energy was a much needed break for his nervous system, and he was starting to discover a newfound appreciation for you as you quietly came down from your high beside him.

He watched you carefully as you rose from his bed, excusing yourself to clean up the mess between your legs. He chuckled to himself as he watched you limp away, like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. He supposed you were actually pretty cute.

No. It made him start to worry when you were taking a long time in his bathroom, wondering if you'd come back and get dressed to go. It wasn't like it was often he got to just lay there, skin to skin with another person. No one touched him unless it was in battle or in a sexual way, and now he found himself yearning for your body against his again, in a more gentle way this time.

He pretended to look unbothered when you finally came back, pretended that he wasn't elated when you took your place back in his bed, curling up next to him.

You decided to be nice to him just this once. "That was amazing," you complimented, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth that made him freeze. "Thank you."

He felt irritated again, though he couldn't figure out why. "Are you fucking with me?" He glared at you.

"No," you responded calmly. "If I was lying, I wouldn't be on the verge of passing out right now," you giggled tiredly. "I came so hard I'm exhausted."

You yawned, and it gave Grimmjow a funny feeling in his chest. He yanked the blankets up over your naked form. "Get some sleep then." You could tell he found it difficult to be affectionate. It was kind of cute in its own weird way.

You draped an arm over his chest anyway, pushing him out of his comfort zone. "You gonna sleep with me?"

"Doesn't seem like you're giving me much of a choice," he grumbled.

You pressed sleepy kisses into his jaw, smiling against him as you felt his body soften beneath you. "No, I'm not. I like to cuddle after."

"Damn brat." He aggressively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him and holding your hip. "You better not snore."

You gasped, a wide, almost painful smile spreading on your lips over the fact that this grumpy arrancar was seriously snuggling you. "Me? A lady? Never!"

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you snore once and I'm tossing you off the side of the bed." You doubted the hand currently caressing your torso would be used to throw you off the bed.

"You're such a gentleman."

"I am, letting you stink up my bed like this." He grinned, adjusting his body so that you could press into him more comfortably.

"Stop being mean to me, I'm soft!" You pouted playfully.

"You? Don't make me laugh." He murmured against your head.

You smiled contentedly, letting your eyes rest, finally having him where you wanted him. "Okay, I'm going to bed now, so kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight."

"You're a real piece of work," he groaned, as if he wasn't dying for an excuse to press his lips to you.

He did exactly that, bringing his mouth to your temple more gently than you ever could imagine him doing and pulling you impossibly closer before saying, "goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, my prince."

He would've cringed, had anyone else said it, but hearing you call him your prince, he swore he could feel his heart growing. He didn't know he even had one before you. He was glad you were starting to doze off, glad that you didn't witness his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Grimmjow still couldn't stand you, only now because it was gonna be a real pain in the ass dealing with these feelings he had for you.

[redcurrantpuff]

That’s a large, red, hood 😳

[jamqyu]

long time no jasey toddie 🫦❤️‍🔥🏍️

[tojidelrey]

˗ˋˏ 𝟐𝐕𝟖 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐍! ˎˊ-

pairing: ghostface & pyramid head x reader tags: threesome, spit roasting, degradation a/n: in light of 2v8 ending, here's a small blurb for the dbd fans :3

"Don't you think it's funny?" Says Danny's distorted voice under his mask.

You look up at him from your position with teary eyes, your only answer being a choked hum, as your mouth is currently occupied by his cock thrusting deep into your throat. "How the rest of your teammates are working hard to get out of here- mhmf," a low whine escapes his throat, "and all you're doin' is getting fucked by the killers?"

You roll your eyes, breathing deep with your nose and letting him reach impossibly deeper into your mouth.

He chuckles, then adds. "Well, maybe you're working hard too, the only reason we don't go out there and kill everybody is because of that tight pussy and cute little mouth."

Behind you is Pyramid Head, holding the sides of your hips with an iron grasp and splitting your pussy open with his monster cock. Your pussy flutters everytime his hips tilt against your asscheeks and hits that sweet spot inside of you. If it wasn't for these two holding you, you would've collapsed from the overstimulation already.

You had Ghostface's cock gagging you and Pyramid Head's cock fucking you from behind inside the killer shack. Your teammates were outside repairing the insane amount of generators, probably confused because no one is trying to kill them, while you were enjoying yourself with the ones supposed to slash them up.

You couldn't care less, though. Not when you were experiencing hot-white pleasure from being filled in both holes at the same time. Your cervix is being bullied by the tip of Pyramid's cock and your mind is being mashed into nothing but a moaning mess with Ghostface's words.

"Such a good girl for us, don't you think?" Danny speaks directly to Pyramid Head, holding your hair in his gloved hand and yanking you off him. You take the opportunity to take a deep breath. You're a mess, spit and tears wetting your face and dripping on the old wooden floor.

Pyramid doesn't answer, obviously, he just continues pounding your pussy and enjoying the wet sound it makes. Ghostface tsks.

"Are you a good girl, baby?" This time he adresses you. You can feel his intense stare behind the pitch black holes from his mask.

You nod, whimpering a hoarse 'Yes'.

He lets out a dark chuckle. "Oh-hoho, no, babygirl," Danny shakes his head, petting your chin like you would pet a dog. "Good girls don't get fucked by monsters, do they?"

Your hair gets pulled hard and you whimper. Danny takes the hunting knife next to him and caresses your wet cheek with the sharp tip. The cool metal mixed with the sudden fear alert shooting from your brain and the sharp pleasure from Pyramid behind you gives you gooseebumps.

"Answer," demands the man in front of you.

You shake your head.

"Exactly, that's what sluts do..." He drops the knife and grabs his cock by the base, starting to pump his gloved fist up and down in front of your mouth. The sight so tempting you just want to taste him again all over your tongue.

"Are you a slut, baby? Are you our slut?" Distorted grunts and whines escape from Danny's voice modulator.

And as he asks you such deliciously degrading question, Pyramid's pace starts to increase and become more erratic, hitting your g-spot nonstop with such agression that tears start forming at the corners of your pretty eyes.

"F-Fuck, yes, yesyesyes, I'm your slut- oh my God don't stop!"

Everything is too much. You don't recall what happens exactly after you cum all over Pyramid Head's cock and Danny bursts his warm seed all over your face. But you can faintly hear Dwight's voice somewhere near you mumbling "What the fuck..." and then screams of horror.

As you close your eyes on the hard floor of the killer shack, Pyramid Head grabs an old blanket laying around and covers your naked body. For a serial killer and an otherwordly monster, they are kind with you during aftercare.

[amaranthinespirit]

KINKTOBER 3RD — monsterfucking pyramid head!könig catching you in your nurse costume in an alley as you're on your way to a party. cw — monsterfucking, dub-con, breeding

you should've known better than to walk on the abandoned side of town. the side no one wandered anymore because of the rumors and stories of a monster so heinous, most people never stepped foot outside again.

but it's halloween night, and you're late for a party that you'd finally managed to get an invite for. scantily clad in a sexy nurse costume and your white heels, you took your chance despite the slim odds.

however, you'd come to regret that decision very soon, the second you step cross the threshold, actually. with a grimace, you plug your nose to rid yourself of the foul smell that lingers in the air, and you don't think it's just abandoned garbage.

no big deal, though. you can handle a bad smell as long as you make it to the party on time, and you have perfume in your purse that you can reapply if the stench sticks to your skin and clothes.

so you walk on in your tiny costume and tall heels, the click echoing off the alleyway walls you decided to duck down.

you had been in this part of town when you were younger, way before it had become what it is now. desolate, disgusting, and abandoned. it brought you bitter nostalgia to walk through the buildings again, but now wasn't the time to reminisce on old times.

because a sound from across the alley reaches your ears, bouncing off the brick that doesn't absorb the waves. it's a gross sound, one that sends sickness to your stomach as you listen to the squelching and slick.

you found the reason people don't make it out if here.

some odd hundred or so feet away, behind shadows and rusting dumpsters, you can spot a silhouette.

and it's massive.

your heart stops in your chest and your steps stutters. unfortunately, the clacking of your heels seems to draw its attention. the squelching comes to a stop, leaving the air bitter with an awkward, and somehow, loud silence.

könig was feasting on his latest prey when his attention was brought elsewhere. a sickly sweet scent that stuck out from the stench of the alley, his domain.

and he'd be lying if he said his cock didn't chub up at the thought of a pretty thing in his area to ravage.

your scared little face as his silhouette rose to his face send the blood rushing south under his butcher's smock. the harsh outline of the pyramid atop his skull making its slow turn towards you in a way so menacing, your feet are frozen. stuck, like you're in cement.

you're completely, utterly fucked. even if you managed to kick off your heels, no way could you outrun this behemoth of a monster in his territory that he surely knew like the back of his hand.

but like a foolish, little human, you tried. your exhausted breaths after running a few blocks down, and the soft clink with the metal of your purse didn't nothing to help you conceal your position.

after all, his massive, brutish silhouette appeared in front of you when you turned the corner. bumping into his firm chest, you stumbled backwards before he grabbed hold of you.

a pretty, little thing you. something he could use, and keep around.

könig was lonely, no doubt. no one ever came to visit, he had no one to cherish. at least in the way his monsterous self wants to.

debauched and filthy to the bone. he wanted to tear you into little pieces and satisfy his deepest cravings, his sweet tooth.

you struggled against his firm grasp, but with his size, it was completely and utterly useless. he could lift you with a single hand, without struggle, and haul you around like a little rag doll.

a mere toy to satisfy that burning ache between his thighs. it's not his fault your nurse dress is so short, and your legs so appetizing.

it's not his fault the material torn so easily, and your strength weak in comparison to his thick muscles, corded and strong. he barely felt a budge as you tried to fight him off.

silly little girl. he was going to have his gun with you.

now clad only in that white bra and lacy panties, a growl echoed past his lips, grunting at your squeak. the warmth of your skin only made his want worse, his craving.

he pushed his bloodstained smock aside, his thick, heavy cock red and hard. veined with infection of whatever plague he carried and unkempt.

a whimper fell from your lips at the sight, cheeks flushing with the thought of that fitting inside your tight cunt. you think you'd die trying, and that isn't your ideal way to go.

his heavy breaths echoed within his pyramid, his chest rising and falling as he stared and studied you in his big hands.

he seemed to be...examining until he brought you down towards his cock, lining up with your tight entrance. your fight had diminished, seemingly useless because you couldn't budge an inch from his firm grip.

könig wasn't concerned about you when he speared his cock into your pussy, nearly splitting you in half as he forced his way inside. down to the base, it burned and ached, and you could already feel the slick of blood begin to drip from between your thighs.

you cried out, and he wilted. he had that much of a consciousness to not like that sound, but his hips rocked forward, using your body as if it were merely a doll.

a purr rumbled in his chest, head thrown back as his ruts into your pussy speed up. god, you felt so good and warm, unlike anything he's ever indulged in.

your tiny hands grasped at his around your waist as he shoved you down on his throbbing cock, yearning to fill you full of his sticky seed. mark you with his scent and keep you like a pet. a good little human he can keep full, maybe even give a litter to.

his fingers dug into your skin at the thought, the sound of skin slapping speeding up as he builds a faster pace. he's close.

so close to what he wants, this craving that's almost satisfied as he pounds his cock into your cunt. whines mindlessly falling from his lips until he spills his seed, warmth coating your walls and dripping from your entrance.

too tired to move, too tired to protest as he drags you back to his den. you think it's over, now he's satisfied his base urges, he'll kill and devour you, ravage your body.

maybe that's what he'll do, eventually, but for now, he chooses to fuck your body until he's gotten his fill.

unfortunately, you're added as another statistic. another person to have gone missing when wandering into the wrong side of town, and you can't tell whether or not you're mad about it.

kinktober masterlist

[byfawn]

"good girl," könig coos, his voice thick with praise as he watches your drool-slick lips struggle to form words. your thighs tremble around his waist, his cock so deep it feels like he’s rearranging your guts with every brutal thrust. "so full, huh? can’t even think straight with me stuffing you like this."

your answer is a broken, high-pitched whine, your fingers scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slicked chest. he’s huge—stretching you obscenely, the thick drag of him punching out little gasps and moans you didn’t even know you could make.

"shhh, i know," he murmurs, leaning down to lick a stripe up your throat. "just take it. gonna fill you up so good, make sure you remember who owns this pretty cunt."

your brain whites out when his hips snap forward, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. könig groans, his hand fisting in your hair to tilt your head back. "look at you—fuck, made for this. made to take my cock, my cum. gonna breed you so deep you’ll feel it for days."

you babble something incoherent, tears pricking your eyes as he fucks you through the oversensitivity. his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, smearing spit. "such a dumb little thing now, aren’t you? just a hole for me to use."

he’s not wrong. your thoughts are liquid, your body his to ruin. and when he finally spills inside you with a guttural groan, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, you can only sob—overwhelmed, owned, perfectly fucked stupid.

"that’s it," he purrs, nuzzling your hair as his cock twitches inside you. "good girl."

[rawkonig]

arguing to fucking - mean!könig

warnings ; german joke, german language, slight dubcon, hair pulling, 18+, smut, slight breeding kink, hyperspermia

it had started with a stupid comment about his nationality. you both were arguing about american foods, about how könig thought this place had no culture of its own, and much— much more. he thought it was funny, but even though you had your own problems with your country, it didn’t mean you liked lies and propaganda to be spread. ESPECIALLY about the culture.

“yeah? well you’re fucking german!”

you didn’t even register what you said, just said the first thing on your tongue. könig made it a point the moment you two started dating that he was austrian. not german.

two separate things. and he genuinely takes offense to it, even if the language is the same. he turned to you, stone wall of a body moving in one quick step, neck tilted like he didn’t quite hear you right, “say that again?”

he made you pay for your insolence, grabbing you by the hair— balling it up in his fist to drag you over to the kitchen table. not enough to cause extreme pain, but enough to tug at your roots, urging your feet to follow.

“wieder?” könig had you bent over the table, elbow digging into the middle of your back as he kept that same grip on your hair. his voice was steady, low and vibrating in your ears.

“didn’t mean it like that…” you tried to whimper out, legs kicking the table, wanting to get out from under him— but the wetness gathering in your panties said otherwise. it was like he could smell it leaking out of you, groping at your puffy pussy with a rough hand, giving it a good squeeze before gathering his fist in the hem of your pants. he pulled them down in one quick pull, letting the tight material bunch up at your thighs— keeping them together.

könig pulled the thin fabric of your panties down, putting your pussy and ass on full display.

“sollte dich immer so haben” he spoke through gritted teeth and jutted his elbow into your spine, a warning, a command not to move from this position. in the dead silence of your shared house, you could hear the metal clicking of könig’s belt, shivers running through your body when you heard the sound of it being whipped out of his belt loops. “Du lernst es einfach nie, oder?”

“Ihnen beibringen, woher Ihre Kinder kommen werden” the tip of his cock forced itself past your tight folds, struggling to fit into the awkward position— wishing to just spread your legs. “Vielleicht hörst du dann zu.”

“I don’t even know what you’re saying!” you cried out in genuine confusion, choking up as könig reached your cervix, threatening to go further if given the room.

“mein armes Mädchen” he was breathless as he bottomed out, thickly calloused hands coming to rest on your hips— using them as an anchor. “Du wirst nicht mehr so viel weinen, wenn ich fertig bin.”

he dragged his cock back, making you feel every curve and vein against your slick walls, hissing when your warmth refused to let him move. “Scheiße, Mädchen” your pussy looked absolutely divine from the back, clinging to him, both holes fluttering from the intrusion.

there was no sympathy for your poor pussy. he immediately started drilling into you, rocking your body against the table, making the legs squeak on the floor. all you could do was press your lips together and take deep breaths, suppressing your moans. könig always hurt a bit when he got carried away. he didn’t even care when he pulled your first orgasm, simply fucking around your pitiful liquid— nothing compared to his thick cum.

he spread his legs wider, pulling you back to meet him halfway, finally giving up with the position— you were too fucking short for it. könig wrapped one thick forearm around your abdomen, lifting you up higher onto the table, keeping your ass up and face smooshed to the wood. “com’on baby, talk to me”

“c-can’t take it anymor-” a harsh slap to your ass made you cry out instead of finishing your sentence, feeling his hand immediately grab at the flesh, pulling your cheeks apart, thumbing dangerously close to your other hole. “in deutsch, stupid girl”

“ja, herr” you mumbled out, speaking in the only german words you could remember. eyes starting to close as könig continued his assault on your pussy, making it and the back of your thighs turn all red. when he did finally cum, you could feel it fill your womb, oozing around his cock and dribbling down your pussy— no doubt already taking. sure to be round with his kids soon. his austrian kids.

just a little funny smutty blurb thing idk :b came to me while i was at the ethel cain concert !! actual convo i had w my german friend once just not the uh pure smut

!! masterlist !!

[robin-vb]

Commission I am working on rn :3

[guavagojo]

i kept seeing sad baby gojo art on my twitter tl so i drew something happier. u guys should follow me on there

[merletka]

Does anyone remember my Jason adopts an ugly cat au??? I came back with part 2 all of a sudden hah

Part 1 here

[anniewinniie]

Nightwing x gojo

[paperellina]

distracting toji while he's on the phone...♡ (rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)

tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.

its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.

"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."

meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.

your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.

"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.

you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.

the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.

then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.

his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"

by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.

youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.

the silence on the other end of the call stretches.

"...you still there?" the guy asks.

toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.

"yeah." he says "keep talkin."

but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.

toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.

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[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ WALL OF LAS NOCHES

sexual content , wall sex , hair pulling , breeding kink , overstimulation , size kink , rough sex , praise n degradation , semi-public sex , slight dub-con , breath play. (grimmjow jaegerjaquez x female reader)

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you never stood a chance with grimmjow. from the moment he laid eyes on you, it wasn’t a question of if, it was when.

and now?

your back’s against the cold wall of las noches. your legs are wrapped around his waist, and his hand is wrapped in your hair, yanking your head back so you’re forced to look him in the eye while he slams into you, hips snapping like he’s trying to fuck the fight out of you.

you gasp out, breathless, “ grimm—slow down, i—” but your voice cuts off in a whine as he thrusts harder, knocking the wind from your lungs.

“ what’s that?” he sneers. “ can’t talk now, huh?” your head lolls against the wall as he fucks you through another stroke.

“ you’re such an asshole,” you whisper, trembling, nails dragging down his back.

“ aw, baby, where’s that mouth that used to argue with me, huh?” his tone is low, teasing, but his grip is brutal. he fucks like it’s a war and your body’s the battlefield. raw, hard, and territorial.

“ fuck—you feel so deep mnngh!” you pant, head swimming, body twitching with every slam of his hips.

his teeth drag over your throat, grazing the skin like he’s debating whether to mark it, and then he does. of course he does. biting down hard enough to bruise.

“ grimmjow—god—you’re gonna leave marks—” you yelp, trying to jerk away, but there’s nowhere to go.

“ yeah, that’s it. that’s what i like. those fucking noises.” you’re trying to hold on, to keep some dignity, but he knows exactly how to fuck it out of you. he angles his hips just right, slamming deep, dragging the head of his cock against that spot that makes you scream and clamp around him like a vice.

“ n-no—right there—don’t stop, don’t—” your voice cracks, hips arching to meet his.

and the worst part? he smirks.

he lives for this. watching your expression crumble. watching you lose it, because of him.

“ fucking knew it,” he snarls, mouth at your ear. “ knew this sweet cunt was made for me.”

“ you’re insane,” you breathe, but your body betrays you, writhing, needy, taking everything he gives.

“ i hate you—i hate how good you feel—”

you’re already sensitive, already trembling, and he knows. he just doesn’t care. his hand slides between your bodies and he rubs tight, vicious circles on your clit, mouth dropping open at the way your walls squeeze him.

“ shit—shit, that’s it, baby. milk my fucking cock just… like that. you wanna cum? go on fucking do it. let me have it.”

“ i’m gonna—fuck—i’m gonna cum—!” your voice is high, breaking apart at the edges as your orgasm tears through you. your head falls back, legs locked around his waist, voice wrecked. your nails dig into his back, and he groans like an animal when he feels the hot gush of you around him.

but he doesn’t stop.

“ grimm—please—too much,” you whimper, body jolting as he shoves in deeper, somehow harder, chasing his own release now, hips jerking, low sounds spilling from his chest.

“ gonna cum in you,” he growls. “ gonna fill you up, make sure nobody gets this pussy but me. you feel that… hm?”

“ yes—yes, i feel it, just cum—inside me, grimmjow, please—“ your arms cling to him, thighs quaking, and you cry out.

he cums deep, cock twitching, still grinding into you even after, pressing his palm against your stomach with a breathless chuckle.

“ bet you feel full now, huh?” he smirks against your neck, panting.

“ don’t worry. i’m not done with you yet.”

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[feppydoodles]

first post on here... kinda nervous

[kkuma-roo]

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[aliienangel]

𝜗◞ ♡ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 ; gazing at 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 & his lifted shirt results in him dry humping you ꒱

every time you catch sight of gojo's happy trail your heart skips a beat. his arms lifting over his head to stretch his limbs out, the t-shirt he's wearing lifting up just enough to display the enticing visage of his lower abs leading down into his pants. white tufts of hair creeping out his pants and trailing upwards enough for you to see and feel a certain way about.

you avert your eyes after staring for far too long, long enough for gojo to pause mid stretch and tilt his head at you. his gaze trailing down his own body, trying to ascertain where you were looking. he doesn't seem like the astute type but you can practically feel the amusement rolling off him, easily picking up on what caught your attention.

"if you wanted me to take my shirt off... you could just ask."

you grumble back at him, annoyed by his ability to notice everything about you, "i don't want you to take your shirt off."

he hums a lilted tune, "hmm, certainly didn't seem that way with how you were eye-fucking me."

"i was not!" you gape at him, "you're imagining things, i fear your ego is growing too large for you to handle."

gojo walks the short distance to where you're sitting on the couch, his form leaning down so he's in your space. lips already hovering over yours as he asks, "so, we're not going to have sex on the couch?"

“i’m not that easy.”

a light laugh leaving him, “i am, you looked at me and now i’m all hard.”

"that's not my probl—"

his lips on yours shut you up, kiss heavy and already needy. he doesn't waste any time slipping his tongue into the mix, the taste of you making him shiver and whine. a sudden pressure around your wrist alerts you to his hold, his hand guiding yours. he places it under his shirt, your palm resting against the same trail of hairs that landed you in this situation.

the thrill that moves through you has you gasping into his mouth, pussy fluttering from how easily he overwhelms your senses. melting into him, letting him kiss you stupid. growing too horny to continue this way, you hold onto him and somehow manage to get him to lay on the couch.

his back resting on the cushions with you straddling him. "i wanna ride you," words spoken soft and tantalising, hand slipping under his shirt again to rest where it once was.

gojo's shirt rides up with your touch, the warm pressure of your soft palm has his cock twitching in his pants. "are you waiting for an invitation?"

"more like a plea," you challenge his glib attitude.

"pleaseee sit on my dick, pretty," his hands slide up your thighs to grip your hips, "i'm aching for it." and as if to prove his point, he ruts his hips up under you. grinding his erection against your clothed cunt.

your nails lightly scratch against his skin, lungs shuddering from the much needed stimulation. you're digging your teeth into your lower lip to stifle down any pathetic sound he might be able to pull from you. failing completely when he tugs you down at the same time that he's rutting up.

"fuuuuck– hold on– hnn– this feels soo—" he doesn't finish his sentence, head tilting back as he keeps dry humping you.

his skin is all flushed and radiating heat, eyes dazed and lost in the muted pleasure he's gaining from this. he's acting like a dog as he keeps relentlessly grinding against you. a small and pitiful whimper leaves him and you're keening into it. hands tugging his shirt up more, palms perched on him as you meet his grinds.

"wait– wait– hng– i'm gonna—" even though he's asking you to wait he doesn't stop his hips, continuing until he's shuddering through his own orgasm.

his pants growing damp as he cums in them, gojo can feel the way his seed clings to his clothes. coating his dick in his own sticky release. if it hadn't felt so fucking good he'd probably be embarrassed but he's in complete bliss right now.

"did you just cum?" you ask him, somehow even more aroused. his relaxed and borderline fucked out expression making you want him more.

he's panting softly, eyes glazed over as he answers, "you shouldn't have looked at me like that."

[sadisticslut666]

All the different ways Toji disciplines you when you’ve pissed him off:

1. Spanking: Bent over his lap, ass up, with his massive hand slapping until your skin is burning red and you’re kicking your legs like a brat.

2. Edging: He’ll finger you, eat you out, or fuck you right to the edge for hours, then pull out or stop the second you’re about to cum.

3. Face-fucking: On your knees with your hands pinned behind your back while he uses your throat. He loves the way your eyes water and how you gag around his thick cock when he hits the back of your throat.

His absolute favorite, though? Making you ride him until your legs completely give out.

Toji leans back against the headboard, cock buried deep inside you, hands lazily resting on your hips without helping. That smug smirk is plastered on his face while you bounce on him. “C’mon baby,” he drawls, “you were running that mouth so much earlier. Keep it movin’. Don’t stop just ‘cause your legs are shaking.”

You whine, hands braced on his broad chest, sweat dripping down your back as you try to keep riding him. “B-but Tojiiii… I’m so fucking tired. My legs hurt…”

He laughs at you, “Aww, princess. Your legs hurt?” one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple hard enough to make you squeak. “Shoulda thought about that before you were eye-fucking Sukuna’s abs like you don’t got me? All I asked for was the truth and you decided to lie to my face.”

You whimper, nails digging into his chest as your legs tremble violently. Every time you sink down, his fat tip kisses the end of your wet cunt. “Toji—please,” you whine, trying to grind instead of bounce, anything to give your burning thighs a break. “I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t—fuck—I wasn’t staring like that…”

He laughs as both hands grip your hips now, but he still doesn’t help forcing you to do all the work. “Bullshit. You were lookin’. And you lied about it. So now you’re gonna keep bouncing on this dick until I’m satisfied.” He bucks up once, making you cry out. “Keep. It. Movin’.”

Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely lift yourself anymore. You slump forward, pressing your sweaty forehead to his collarbone, hips still weakly circling.

His cock throbs inside you as your rhythm gets sloppy. He shakes his head in disappointment at you, “Tch, faster. Don’t make me do all the work after you pissed me off.”

You sob out a moan and obey, forcing your burning muscles to keep moving. “Please…I can’t—my legs are done, Ji, m’sorry—”

He laughs mockingly as his grip on your hips tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, tits bouncing as your ass slaps his thighs. The shift from you doing all the work to him using you like a toy is dizzying.

You cry out, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you senseless. “This is what you get for lying,” he growls against your ear, “Next time you stare at another man, I won’t be so nice.” He punctuates the threat by slamming you down on his cock and grinding deep.

You glare down at him through teary eyes, “You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” you pant, trying to sound tough even while your whining on his cock, “Next time I catch you staring at some random woman’s ass or tits, I swear I’ll—”

He shuts you up by pulling you down closer by the hip, forcing you to take every inch. His voice is sickeningly sweet, dripping with mocking affection as he coos at you. “Uh-uh. None of that, sweetheart. Because unlike you, I don’t stare. I have eyes for you and only you. This dick only gets hard for this pretty pussy right here.”

You try to look away as he thrusts into you harder, wet slick sliding down your thighs onto his. “Y-you look sometimes, I know you do—”

“Nah. You’re imagining things, princess. Eyes only for you.” He picks up the pace, fucking you harder as your tits bounce with every thrust.“Why would I look anywhere else when I’ve got my own needy girl bouncing on me like this, hm?”

You try to argue again but it comes out a moan as your slick drips down his cock. “What was that? Sorry I didn’t catch that, baby,” he continues in that mocking tone, “I could just keep doing this. Make you ride me again right after you cum. And again. And again. Until those pretty legs are shaking so bad you can’t even think about accusing me of shit.”

You’re a mess on top of him, babbling apologies and whimpers as you try not to come so hard. He keeps fucking you through it, and when you finally start to calm down, whimpering and oversensitive, he presses a mocking little kiss to your forehead. “Aw, don’t cry, baby. We’re nowhere near done. You still gotta keep riding this dick and maybe then I’ll consider forgiving you for being such a pretty little liar.”

a/n: tell kuna to come over and join too