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miguel accidentally overstimulating himself not realizing that his breeding kink kicked in 🤲🧎♀️
overstimulation with miguel o’hara ❤︎
— a/n: oh my
warnings ﾟ𐦍༘⋆: some vulgar language, mentions of having kids during sex
“Mi—Miguel,” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck as he fucks you into the mattress, “‘s—‘s too much? Ah—are you oh—okay?”
You shudder in unison as he pumps another load of his cum into your drenched pussy.
“I’m fi—fine,” he stutters as his dick twitches. It hurts—he’s sensitive—but it’s not enough. He hasn’t given you enough.
A broken mewl escapes you as your head hits the headboard, Miguel tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from slipping off his cock as his hips stutter through his thrusts.
His visions blurs as you clench around his dick—he was surprised he was still able to move.
He chokes when your pussy flutters—the way you clamp down on his dick makes his body go slack and his eyes roll back.
You’re both covered in sweat, and cum, and saliva. You feel hot, the silk bedsheets Miguel bought does nothing to cool you down, and your head is spinning. Your heart pounds in your chest as your body tenses—you were about to cum again, and your pussy wanted to cry.
“Miguel,” you whimper, “‘m close, Miguel, ‘m close,” you whine. His dick deliciously rubs against your walls as he sticks his thumb into your mouth—your head hits the headboard.
“I know mami—me too.” Your head hits the headboard again, “Gotta fill you up again, don’t you want that? Gonna make you feel good, I promise mami, I promise.”
“Mig—“ he pushes his thumb down on your tongue.
“‘m gonna make you feel so good, mami,” he starts to babble, “Gonna feel so good.”
Somehow every movement he made was even more intense, you could feel every vein, every twitch, every—everything. He became more precise, every thrust ended with him hitting your g—spot, you were never sure if that was going to be the moment you came.
“Miguel—,” you babble, sucking his thumb. “‘m gonna cum, right there Miguel, I’m gonna—“
His thrusts became erratic, the feeling of your warm pussy engrains itself in his memory.
He’d definitely be going back to this memory.
“Wait for me mami, I’m almost there too,” he grabs one of your hands, bringing it close to his mouth, and he presses his lips against your wrist. “Gonna make you a mother, yeah?”
You bite his thumb.
He presses a hand against your stomach as the bed creaks, “Make me a father?”
His hips stutter as you moan around his thumb.
You avoid eye contact as he leans over you, the pure devotion in his eyes makes you feel tingles in your stomach—and make you feel even more of that in your pussy.
“Look at me when you come mami, pl—please. Need you too.”
You didn’t expect it to happen that quickly when you looked at him.
Miguel looks down at you with lust blown eyes, his hair drops down from his face, and his mouth hangs open—the hand holding your wrist shaking. He slowly thrusts into you as he came inside you—your own cum mixed with his leaking around his dick.
His chest goes up and down as he heavily breathes—fuck was he beautiful as always.
He dips his head pressing a quick sloppy kiss onto your lips, “You’re leaking.”
You laugh, “It’s your fault.”
You expect him to laugh, to take it as a joke and then pick you up to go take a relaxing bath and cuddle for the rest of night—but he doesn’t.
“Oh,” he purrs, “Well, I should fix my mistake, shouldn’t I?”
He drops your wrist and focuses on your left boob, he pinches your nipple—you moan softly.
You wince in unison when he starts to move his hips again, his free hand trailing down to your waist from your stomach, “Ha—have to make sure none of my cum goes to waste, right mami? Can’t risk you not getting pregnant.”
Tears weld in his eyes, your pussy hurts as you pulse around him. He lets out a weak breath, “You want me to cum in you again, right?”
Your head hits the headboard once more as he thrusts get stronger.
It hurts, you’re too sensitive, and you’re positive he is too—yet he’s right. You do want that, you want him.
♱ SUMMARY : curious how an alien's body works, ren allows you to delve deeper into his peculiarities in which one thing leads to another.
♱ WARNINGS : monster fucking themes, switch! ren, use of pet name such as "baby", alien genitalia, size difference
"hey, i told you to stop doing that." ren's brows beetle abruptly as he tries to stifle any breathy whimpers daring to slip out of his lush lips.
meanwhile you remain sat beside him and caress his corrugated tar black horns sticking out on either sides of his head, amazed by its ebony luster and bizarre shape. your fingers carefully brush past the corners of his unique characteristic, even rubbing your thumb in circular motions at the very tip of ren's horns, one was oval and the other was pointy at the end.
however, the more you fiddled with his body, the more he inevitably got sensitive that when you did a final flick on his left horn to test its sturdiness, you find yourself laying flat on the cushioned sofas— arms pinned by ren's hands above your head.
your eyes widen into two full moons, gaze clouded with perplexion as you lock with his two toned hues. "i'm sorry— horns are my—" he says in defense and lets go of your hands immediately, proceeding to sit back down on the couch and covering his face in shame. in actuality, you were not clueless. you knew full well what you were doing, you've seen strange circumstances of humans messing with mystical creatures sexually before; it wouldn't be that bad to recreate those scenes with ren zotto in front of you.
upon mustering enough courage to get it started, you straddle on the alien's lap with a 20 machs speed so he wouldn't be able to stop you from doing so. hooking your hands on his pretty neck, you tilt your head with a heavy-lidded lustful stare. "your horns are so pretty, ren." the words roll out of your tongue smoothly and softly and in exchange, you see the male's cheeks and ears tinted with blush pink. all in a span of ten seconds.
inching forward to tease, you flit your tongue on his left horn once again, this time, doing it slow and steady. your saliva slowy pours down on ren's horn in droplets, covering the hard surface with a glimmer of clear liquids. strings of poorly stifled moans come out from ren, signifying he was indeed enjoying the embarrassing moment.
"you like it, ren?" you ask and brush his horn abrasively this time with your warm tongue. he struggles to nod as a response but the answer was already obvious— his claw, pointy accessories start to dig deeper on to your skin as well as his fingers tightly clutching on your waist. you start to perch the toothed horns in between your lips, gliding your might along with it. it was jagged and pointy in pattern, hard as well to play with your soft muscle of flesh.
to your surprise, ren's hold on your waist ceases but instead, his fingers find solace in your soft nipples. "ren, don't—" the warning came a little too late as he ripped your clothing with his sharp rings, already enveloping the part in between his fangs and long pointy tongue.
your stature falls as soon as ren's tongue twirls with your buds, his eyes are shut and eyebrows knitted— seemingly focusing in the heat of the moment. at the rate he's going, you could no longer tease him and play with his horns. for some reason, doing sexual stuff with an alien feels more pleasuring than what you'd experience with a mere human.
you wail once the alien's fangs nibble at your now perked up buds, lapping your flesh all up and nipping; vice versa. your lower region starts to feel in heat and in need of a friction to soothe the searing lust, so you buck your hips against his to cope with the desire to be filled immediately. "does that feel good?" he asks, the tone of his words underlying with curiosity. "yes, yes it does. does it feel good for you too when you do this?"
hesitation fills his mind for a short moment, he continues to fiddle with your hard nipples with his slick, skillful fingers. "for some reason, i . . i'm feeling hot." the fact that he hasn't procreated yet in his entire life slipped out your mind. "well, i know how to extinguish that flame inside you." you say with a conceited smirk lifting the corners of your lips and meet your face with his.
he looks up at you and respond, "okay. tell me what to do and please treat me well. i can't bear with it any longer."
you push his tall figure back down on the large sofa while you rest your head on the sturdy, broad plane of his chest. he was beyond confused at first but when you unbuckled his leather belt and pulled his gray plaid pants down— you attended to his yearning by stroking his enormous dick up and down. from the feeling of it sliding on your palms alone, you could tell it was not ordinary at all.
his dick had a rather peculiar texture, the girth was surrounded by little circular shapes and pointy triangles. you struggle to pump him in the long run and started to wonder if it would fit at all inside you. "baby . ." ren's choice of endearment snaps you out of your thoughts.
you look back at him with a nervous expression painted across your face, "you're not putting out the fire at all, it just starts to get worse." he expresses, fangs beaming from the way he's trying to bite back his mewls of satisfaction.
"just trust me, it will disappear soon." with a couple words of reassurance, you strip yourself as well and position his dick to your fluttering hole. once you rub it against yours to create more friction with the help of your dominant hand, it feels like his cock only expanded and widened both in length and circumference.
when all of a sudden, ren thrusts his hip upwards, making himself fit inside you with a gasp of shock escaping from your mouth. "ren!" you exclaim with jaw falling agape, feeling all of your insides full with no space left for him to push in.
a strange warmth starts to pool in your lower abdomen down to your genitalia. just as you were about to ask the male to take it slow, he pounds in and out of you in a quick manner— granting him more continual gasps of shock and pleasure from you. struggling to maintain your posture and body upright to sit on ren, he assists you with his arms, keeping you still on his dick, practically pouncing on him at this point in time.
your musings of cry and contentment get cut off everytime ren inserts his monstrous dick inside you and pulling out the next second. your heart pulsates quickly in each thrust that he does, "my horns . . baby." he whines softly as you try to get a hold of his horns as support for your intercourse.
curling your fingers on the nook and cranny of the body parts, you were rewarded with ren's guttural groans— raspy and deep, a music for your ears to loll you for more. "you're just . . . so sexy when you're like that." you mumble to his ears, consciousness threatening to fade anytime soon. "the more you praise me the more i get in heat!" the ebony haired's hands now harshly grip the soft plush of your ass, lifting your lower body up and down to make the episode easier for him; so that he wouldn't have to buck his hips forward and backwards in the remainder of the time.
"i know, ren. now . ."
"now what?"
". . now give your lovely seed to me and paint me with your delicious cum!" your words were too naughty and lewd for the alien's ears and before you knew it, in that exact moment, his dick spurts out with his love juices, painting your walls with his own color.
your insides clamp around his eccentric shape, thus milking him dry of cum. he pants heavily with a one last, deepest stroke he'd ever done— reaching the deepest end of your walls that caught you off guard. a long moan in return slips out, feeling a little too satieted from the carnal desire blinding you and ren. "i didn't know doing this with a mortal can feel so fulfilling."
summary: toji fucks like he fights—rough, hard, and merciless.
word count: 1.3k
tags: enemies to lovers, noncon, violence and injuries, blood play, use of cursed spirit, fear play, mind break, degradation
there was nothing that could have prepared you to face toji: he was everything everyone said he was. his presence is overwhelming, his body capable of keeping up with his attacks, and before you know it you can barely breathe, your back pressed up against his chest.
he has his weapon pressed up tightly pressed against your neck, holding you until you drop yours to paw at his arm instead.
he laughs at how pathetic you are, clawing at him weakly when you aren’t even sure you’ll be able to draw your next breath. he doesn’t loosen even a little as you start to turn blue. instead, his tongue darts out to lick the shell of your ear.
“you’re pretty, aren’t you?” he taunts, his other hand coming up to grope your breast roughly.
you start to struggle, even harder than you had before, as he toys with you through the thin fabric of your summer attire. but it only makes him chuckle louder, and tighten his hold on the weapon, until your feet are barely touching the ground.
at the moment you think you’ll pass out, he throws you down on the ground, towering over you as you gasp and cough.
“mm,” he hums, giving your limp body a swift kick and turning you over so that he could see what he’d done to you, “those are some nice sounds. think you could give me more?”
“no,” you cry hoarsely, turning to crawl away, “i—”
Yessss!! Yandere cult leader Gojo. I also look forward to seeing the later writing where shes delighted the leader is interested in her and honored to be wanted and obsessed over by him. Love that shit 👌🏻🥴
Sorry it took me so long Haley, I'm a clutz sometimes lol.
Yandere Cult leader Gojo x Obsessed Reader:
The reasons for joining the Gojo cult? Plain & simple. It was Gojo Satoru. The strongest, the one & only Jujutsu Sorcerer that you looked up to. You've heard the stories of power imbalance caused just by his birth. Imagine how intense that sounds to someone who isn't from the 3 sorcerer families? You can't really blame yourself for being attracted to him like a moth to a flame.
When you joined the clan, things were smooth. Too smooth for a rookie, but you were too outshined by the talks about Satoru to notice, to enthralled to listen about his personality being described by the cult members. Everything about him was too inviting. "You know, Gojo annhilated the cursed spirit all by himself, the cult needs to be more like him." One of your colleagues told you. Hell yeah they should, but can they? You don't think so...
The first time you saw him was at a cult meeting. He was too busy to be present in all of them and it was a big deal to see him. Did you solely dress up for him? Maybe. You saw him enter, mystified by his personality even more. He was wearing his Jujutsu uniform & the black eyemask. The aura around him was so intimidating & powerful, spoke volumes about him being the leader. What you hated the most was you weren't the only one awestruck by his presence. There were several others. Damn it! It was his cult after all.
That day, you couldn't even tell if he looked at you once. Fucking lame eyemask— but you already knew, your eyes didn't go off of him for even a fleeting moment. "Jaa, then make sure the next meeting is also on time. I won't apologize for being late" he swayed his hands dismissively. "I had a lot of work."
Everyone got up, nodded & left the meeting. Including you. Your stomach churned with anticipation just thinking about seeing him next time. Just watching him speak— you had no other reason to start any conversation with him either way. You thought of greeting him as a new cult member, excited and chirpy. But there were 20 others. They didn't do that. It would look weird...
"Y/N?" Gojo's voice echoed through the halls just when you were about to leave. You froze in place, did you do something wrong? What, how does he even know your name? You're a rookie! "Yes?" You turned around, trying your hardest to not look like a pathetic, adoring fan. He smiled at you warmly, too warm. It burns, burns your very heart. "Welcome to the cult." He smirked, patting your head and going out.
Welcome to the cult. Welcome to the cu— he just said that to you. Only you, out of all the members that gathered. How could you not get filled with joy? How could you not feel special at something like that?
Satoru watched you leave, eyes fixated on your walking, scanning your body, every curve in it, how you dolled up real nice for a cult meet you don't usually do when he's not here. You really think it could go unnoticed by the owner of six-eyes? How cute, y/n. How very cute of you. Thriving on his attention, well he's just as well thriving on yours.
Satoru is a patient man, so when the meetings go by every week, and so does the conversation between the two of you. He knows it's working. He knows it in the very marrow of his bones when he sees you smile, blush & worship him like a god. "Y/N chan~! Would you like to join me for coffee?" He said, in front of everyone! Fuck! Why would he do that! Your blush was evident, your shyness enveloping you completely as you nodded.
Oh well it wasn't for you. It was for the other members to keep their hands off of you. Because you belong to their leader. You belonged to Gojo Satoru & you will soon realize this yourself. Pitiful that they couldn't stomach that, so pitiful that you got haters because the god, the honored one loves you. Fret not, Y/n. For this is exactly what Satoru wanted. This is exactly what he craved, that was your loneliness.
Now you sit alone, no one disturbs you; even when you want to be disturbed. It feels weird, something that even your obsession with their leader can't cope up. No worries though, because Satoru texted you at that very moment. "Y/n chan, I have something to ask of you." You perked up immediately, answering his summoning at his house.
He asks you out that day, very sassily, kissing your knuckles & giving you the time and place. Without asking you if you want to go on a date with him. Normally you'd turn such a person down in an instant, but it was Satoru. It was the person you loved. It didn't feel humiliating at all, you love him, it felt like a dream come true.
After you and Satoru got official, you realized there are a few things about him that aren't— okay. Example: A guy that liked you, asked you out, knowing that you dated Satoru was disappeared with no trace. Satoru sent him out on a specific mission just after you told him that. Did he— ah no, Satoru isn't cruel. Everyone likes him! No one likes a cruel person so, yeah- must be it!
"Wearing that for the meeting? You don't have me to impress anymore sweetheart, I'm right here." He walks ahead, ripping off your new dress with his bare hands. "I'll buy you a better one, tonight. When I take you out on a date. Yeah? Get dressed." He kissed your cleavage and left.
You love him, you love him so much. Even after knowing he's unlovable at times. Even after knowing he transferred all your friends to different cities in Japan, even after being asked to move in with him which has now turned into your cage. You still love him.
One thing about him? He never forced himself on you. Call it the Gojo cult head's pride. But he didn't need to, you were wrapped around his pinkie after all. Doing whatever he says. Things were, not okay. But you won't complain, you were the one chosen... You're gloating about it, maybe when the high goes off...
Gojo noticing when people (especially men) in the cult get close to her (platonically) and him having orders that they are moved somewhere away from her (like living/working location) because he wants him, her worshiped and beloved god to be the only person she thinks about.
mwah 💋 thats what im gonna give this ask. a wet, slobbering kiss. because nothing i love more than gojz being a posessive, jealous cunt. <3
the darling is already doting on him, watching every movement, every breath of his as the lucky devotee to the god, the powerful man that has six eyes. the leader of the cult. she notices how people try to slide under him, literally slide inside his pants, the creeps could sell their body to him just to get stepped on by him. yet? he doesn't bat an eye, her god worships her.
she notices the way gojo's personality changes around her. the way his playful side is mixed with the subtle (at first) but now, intense proclaiming of his love and desire to keep her as his pet. she doesn't mind being a pet; for others don't even get that from gojo satoru.
but, despite it all. she needs friends, she needs people she can talk about her life with. gojo is busy all the time, and is too self obsessed to care about a lowly member. she's not lowly like the others, she's just lowly compared to him. and she notices whoever is there for her... somehow goes away. they are sent somewhere else to operate, it happens 1-2 weeks after they've talked.
so far, 3 people have suffered this. at this point, she's unable to take the biting loneliness that satoru has to offer. so? she walks up to him, watching him pat his thigh for her to sit in. softly sits down and mumbles, "you are so busy sometimes... i just, get lonely and sad."
"that alright sweetheart, it'll only make you value your time spent with me more. you'll have a lot of free time to think about me. yeah?"
he's right... he can't have you thinking or getting invested in anything else after all..
An: did I write this for Toji's birthday at 2 am when I couldn't sleep? Perhaps... but let's just ignore that
Cw: nsfw 18+, minors dni, topping from the bottom, pegging, daddy kink, pet names, crying, cum, toji being a coach tbh, rimming, lube, kissing, biting, ball play
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You’d watched the minute hand of your roman wall clock pass over the 12 five times now and Toji still wasn’t home. To be fair, he’d only texted you three minutes ago to say he’d picked up dinner and was on his way back.
You were nervous; shaky fingers picked and pulled at the stray threads of your leggings as you listened to the soft rain and rhythmic click of the clock pass by. Your throat was dry and you found yourself swallowing to try and soothe the nervous ache in an attempt to calm yourself.
It was Toji’s idea after all, from start to finish. It was his birthday and you’d told him he could have whatever his heart desired - having said that, you’d expected him to pick out some expensive bike gear or a Rolex, or some designer brand clothing you’d never heard of, not… this.
You nearly jumped off the couch at the sound of the front door opening followed by Toji kicking off his construction boots. Your nerves made it hard for you to sit still, quickly, you pushed yourself up from the couch to follow him into the kitchen where he’d set the bag of In-N-Out - It was Toji’s special birthday dinner request.
“You okay?” Toji spoke from across the kitchen, now dressed in a pair of sweats and tight fitting tee - how long had you been staring at that bag, how long had it been since Toji had gotten home? God, you could hardly remember walking into the kitchen at all.
You struggled to meet his eyes, focusing on the small water droplets that slowly dribbled down the paper bed and onto the surface of the dining table. Swallowing roughly, you gave a hesitant nod before reaching into the bag to pull your burgers out and set them on the table.
Toji watched you from behind the island, making note of every slight jump or twitch or shiver that ran over your body at any slight noise or movement that came from within the house. He knew what he was asking you to do was something you weren't familiar with - in and out of the bedroom in terms of control - but he’d assured you that he’d take care of you.
He watched you a minute more, letting you take your seat before sitting down across from you. Toji made note of the unusual quiet between the two of you; you usually loved to talk during dinner, going on and on about how each other's days went.
You didn’t look up as you picked at the bun of your burger, pulling the sesame seeds from the cooked dough and breaking the lettuce pieces apart as the clock ticked by from the living room wall.
Toji sighed, breaking the hot silence between the two of you and silencing the soft clock as he continued.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, kid.”
You felt tears bubble up as your hands fell to your lap. “M Sorry-” you choked, head becoming stuffy as Toji stood up from his seat to kneel down beside you.
“Hey, hey, hey, shhh,” he ran his hand over the soft of your cheek, “I know it’s a lot, but I want you to have a good time too, sweetheart.” Toji chuckled lightly, “It’s not the end of the world if I don't have a strap shoved up my ass.”
You laughed wetly, finally meeting his eyes before shakily turning away, hot palms becoming much more interesting again.
Taking a shaky breath you spoke, “I…” you gave a heavy sigh, “I want to, I'm just afraid m’gonna screw it up or somethin’.”
Toji nodded from beside you, letting you continue as he petted the soft of your knee in comforting circles.
“M Not used to, ya know,” you shrugged lightly
“- Being dominant.” Tojin finished for you, squeezing the softness of your thigh gently as you nodded.
The two of you were both quiet for a moment before Toji stood up and motioned for you to follow. As you did so, he took your seat before pulling you into his lap, letting you listen to the soft hum of his breathing and heartbeat. You’d calmed down a lot since he’d taken you into his hold, the warm heat of his body against your own helped to slow your heartbeat as you settled against his chest.
“Ya know, you wouldn’t have to be dominant if you didn't want to.”
Your head quivered at that, pulling back in his arms you met his eyes, urging him to explain.
“I could just top from the bottom,” silver eyes avoided yours as his tone lowered, “ya know, just with a dick in my ass.”
You giggled at that, hitting his chest to which he laughed, pulling your hand into his own and bringing the two of you into a quick kiss before you settled back into the heat of his arms.
“So whatta’ say?” Toji ran his hand over the length of your arm gently, dragging the tips of his fingers over the skin of your shoulder, “You wanna just try?”
You tensed slightly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth causing Toji to press a soft kiss to the top of your head and circle his strokes into the skin of your arm again so as to soothe your nerves once more.
You thought it over for a moment, playing with the fingers of Toji’s free hand. You nodded before speaking, pulling back to press a kiss against his stubbled cheek, “yeah, lets try.”
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“Are you sure this is how I'm supposed to do it?” you asked, voice heavy with worry as you ran a lubed finger over the rim of Toji’s hole.
He shivered from beneath you, a large hand wrapped around the base of your wrist as he guided your hand with pants and breathless moans.
“Yeah,” he moved your hand lower, letting you press the tip of your finger past his rim with gentle tease, “Y-yeah, you’re doing great.”
Hesitantly, you began to run a second finger over his puckered rim as you pushed your pointer further into him. Your free hand slowly ran up and down the length of his cock, switching between fondling his heavy balls and circling at the tip of his length.
Toji jolted beneath you with a gasp as your second finger pushed past his rim to scissor his walls, “Oh fuck,” he whined, throwing his head back against the silk pillows before pushing himself up to meet your lips in a heated kiss.
His lips split from yours sloppily, a string of drool connecting your swollen lips. Toji gave another pitched moan as you shifted slightly, causing the tips of your fingers to massage his walls gently.
“Daddy?” you tried, free hand dropping it’s hold on the base of his length to stroke the inside of his shaky thigh gently.
“Please,” his voice was weighted with want and moan, his hand dropping from your wrist to pull at the silicon cock that rested between your thighs, “Let daddy suck your cock, baby.”
Toji pushed himself up to his knees, pulling you by your calves to lay you flat against the duvet at the foot of the bed. Bringing his plush lips to the tip of the silicon, his silver eyes locked onto yours as he linked your fingers together.
He slowly worked his jaw over the length of the lubed plastic with ease, swollen lips pulling and sucking at the tip as his free hand stroked over the bud of your clit from beneath the strap. “That feels good, baby?” Toji pulled off the cock, drooling his swollen lips to the tip of the plastic, “Daddy makin’ you feel good?”
You could only nod; both mind and body were too overwhelmed to focus. You lazily reached past your thigh to tug at the swollen length of Toji’s cock as he stroked his fingers over your soaked folds, gently teasing your gummy walls as you writhed and moaned beneath him.
He brought himself up to massage the swell of your breast gently, pressing soft kisses and bites to the skin of the other.
Your hand moved to thread through his raven locks, pulling and twisting the mass of hair as he pulled up and pressed himself flush against you, pressing his swollen lips to your own as his cock dragged along your stomach and bumped into the cold silicon. He shivered lightly at the touch and you giggled, earning a teasing pinch to your hip making you gasp lightly.
The two of you kissed gently, your hands trailing over the dip of his back, tracing the rough scars of his past that litter his shoulders and arms.
Toji parts from you softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth gently, “Where do you want me?” he sits back on his haunches, “doggy? Missionary? Side?” he lists, smirking as he watches the metaphorical wheels turn throughout your head as you picture him in each position.
“Missionary.” you settle, “I wanna see your face,” you continue bashfully, tilting your gaze down to pick at the threaded sheets.
Toji’s smirk deepens at your words, “kinky.” he adds before pulling you by the forearms to rest over his chest.
He reaches over to grab the lube of the nightstand, squirting a dollop into the palm of his hand before running it up and down the length of the silicon cock.
Your body began to shiver again, nerves working up once more, “A-are you sure you want me to do this?” you could only watch as he brought the tip of the cock to rest against his rim with a light moan.
Toji nodded roughly at your question, “You okay?”
You nodded, pressing yourself flush against the heat of his chest, “yeah, m’okay, j-just tell me what to do.” you sighed lightly, pressing your forehead against his.
With a curt nod, Toji ran his hands up and down and soft of your back gently before leading your hand to grip the base of the silicon, “Just go slow, m’kay,” He spoke softly, moaning when the cock breached his rim to run along his walls.
“Oh jesus-” Toji groaned, throwing his head back against your silk pillow, legs moving to wrap around your waist as you sank into him.
“S’okay?” you stopped abruptly only for Toji to pressure you back into him, letting you sink the hilt of the cock.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s more than okay,” he chuckled through a choked moan as you pulled back before thrusting back into him.
Toji moaned from beneath you, hands traveling upwards to curl over the base of your neck and bury his face into your shoulder as you thrusted within him, thick silicon stretching his walls. “You feel so fucking good,” he cried, pulling back to press your lips together once more.
“Mhm,” you whimpered, digging your nails into the thick skin of his hip for leverage as you continued to thrust into him, the skin of your hips matting against one another in wet paps that echoed throughout the bedroom. “M Doin' good, daddy?”
Toji nodded heavily, looking between the two of your connected bodies with a wet groan, “Uh huh, doing’ so good fr'daddy, sweetheart, so good- ah!” the tip of the cock pressed against his prostate, causing his balls to tighten as you kept at a bruising pace.
“Honey, daddy’s gonna cum soon,” He warned, pressing upwards a bit to try and slow your thrusts to which you eventually slowed to a weak grind in response.
Toji brought his swollen lips to your own, running his tongue over your bottom lip as you ground into soft thrusts. Reaching a small hand between the two of you, you circled the tip lightly making him jump before you ran the pad of your finger over his slit.
“Oh shit, shit, shit, m gonna cum, m gonna cum, oh!” Toji cried, shivering and thighs shaking as ropes of seed hit your stomach. He held you there for a while, letting the stretch of the silicon add to his rode out orgasm before you shifted to pull out of him.
“Ah -” he pulled you back down to his chest, “Just a lil’ longer, feels good.” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your nose. He gave little to no explanation following, saying what only needed to be said as the two of you fell asleep, wrapped in one another’s embrace.
title: Baby Fever
a/n: ok you know what I’ll admit it, all I’ve been thinking about lately is Geto. He’s on my mind constantly. Should I be working on something else, yes. Is Geto the first jjk character I really had a crush on, maybe. I just….fucking Geto ok this has taken me four times to right jfc
word count: 1.7k
tags: no sub/dom dynamics, romantic sex, established relationship, manga spoilers, fingering, multiple female orgasms (not overstim though) breeding kink, needy Geto, creampie, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, body worship, really just soft sex ok, unedited
character(s): Geto Suguru (jjk)
They had grown.
Both girls that was.
Into wonderful adolescences that brought a set of different challenges. Geto was ready for that be it blindly. And he loved every part of it times two. Each time he looked at either of the kids though he could vividly remembered rounder cheeks, rosier faces and goofier smiles. It left him reminiscing over that more and more now.
You noticed it in the most subtle ways. Geto wanting more. More of those days even though he wouldn’t outright ask.
[3v] Hi! May I ask these candies (Virginity stealing, Breeding, Deepthroating) for Choso, please? But nothing too extreme, he's a sweet giant XD The reader is a foreign sorcerer (and as Choso is a very old japanese half-curse, he has (probably) never really met foreigner in person. That would be interesting). Other details about her (you don't have to mention it if you don't want to, it's fine): big breasts, brunette, not tall. Thank you so much! My thirst for this man is just too damn strong XD
Well reader’s looks I don’t incorporate bc I like to keep a broad spectrum of people being able to identify as it (minus the fem!reader part) but I can certainly write for the lovely Choso bc I love him so much <3
tags: first time (Choso’s), breeding/creampie, lil overstim, oral (male receiving), dirty talk
character(s): Choso (jjk)
Tears brimming on your lashes you attempt to hold your mouth down for just a few seconds more. Nose pressed to his navel. And the way Choso’s cock twitched at the back of your throat nearly made you soak through your panties right there.
Unable to control himself Choso felt his body heat up wildly like he would melt away. Eyes wide and hands trying to figure out what to do as he watched you swallow him up like it was nothing. Without any idea of what this would feel like. When the curse felt the soft warm insides of your mouth and the way your tongue writhed along the underside of his cock was just too much. Before he knew it Choso felt his stomach tighten and his cum painting the inside of your mouth.
A sputter. Prepared to swallow but not this much. You do your best to gulp down his precious seed like it’s your last meal on earth. Feeling the warmth of your body spread down to your core. You had to have him now.
“Now,” You lick your lips with the potent taste of his cum still on them.
Choso a little dazed after such a thing. He was reeling from such a pleasurable thing just to have your words surprise him as much as your body on top of his did, “Wait- What? Are we-”
“Fucking, now.” Words short and curt you pull his face into your chest as you leverage the fabric between your legs out of the way. No need to wait you intended to make him cum as many times as he wanted with whatever part of your body you chose.
“Mmm-” Surprisingly vocal Choso’s sweet moans left his mouth even as his lips stayed latched onto your breast. He had little idea of what to do but he knew to put his mouth over your nipples.
“F-Fuck- There we go-” Slowly, even as soaked as you are, you take the time to slide down on his enormous cock. Giant or not he was still at your beck and call to anything you did to his body. Willingly giving you control in return of using his wonderful new body.
Choso’s groans bubbled up from his chest. You were too engulfed to realize he was getting louder. Adjusting to his size before the tall curse rutted up into you. Lips pulled away from your breast in the moment as his entire body tightened and he rutted his hips up into you.
He was cumming. Again.
“Already?” You sigh almost mockingly.
“...feels good...” Choso muttered a little embarrassed. Face being pulled back into your chest. You don’t want to break it to him but you were going to take more than just feeling good from him if he kept cumming like this. His new body was as much for you as it was for him. And you intended to get a full lifetimes use out of him.
Hello dear have you considered: Yandere Cult Leader Gojo? Like an au where he becomes a cult leader (like Cult of the Six Eyes) and he takes a fancy to one of his followers so he gaslight gatekeep girlboss mansplain manipulate manwhores to keep her around and close (either for her curse technique/breeding her or simply an obsessive interest and fixation on her). And she’s a loyal and adoring follower of his so she’s basically over the moon and in amazement that the great Gojo would show interest in her.
listen- i was thinking to write a yandere gojo prompt but like all the ideas seemed repetitive so thank u so much for this im fucking grateful now i have something to write. i would make another scenario where the reader is okay with his yandere tendencies but i'm choosing violence today lmao.
yandere cult reader gojo x reader:
you didn't really believe in cults, or that a few individuals in your community could have manipulative powers that destroy things. that kills things— but your best friend did. she was a paranormal researcher and also a reporter, so? when she went suddenly missing? you had no choice but to dive into her path in search for her.
nothing really happened except you're tied up, in the bedroom of the cult reader of the six eyes. they were supposed to be able to manipulate cursed energies. good, because you had too much of it after being kidnapped and thrown around.
"you really prove that quote right. it's rare to find beauty with brains. because you are beautiful, but you are fucking dumb." you saw him walk inside, tall, lean & wearing an eyemask. you wondered how he could even see you.
"did you think your little investigation would go on full swing? i could buy off your best friend's whole media channel. but you know what? i didnt need to, i didn't have to. imagine sprawling like a maggot, saying you uncovered some mysterious cult?" he had a point, his words were pathetically painful, but he did have a point.
"i didn't want to expose you guys. i just wanted to find my best-"
"well, she's dead y/n." satoru didn't waste a single moment & blurted out the truth. the look in your eyes, the surfacing tears, it all had no effect on him. you doubted how he knew your name but you knew their roots went deep. it would've not been difficult to get information about you. "yeah, it wasn't my cult though. heard of the zenin clan? the ones that gave her that anonymous tip? to search about us?"
you nodded frantically, not ready to listen or hear about the whole thing. were you chasing after the wrong guys all this time? suddenly, satoru lifted his index finger up, looking at you with a cursed, cold smile. a red ball of energy you had no idea of, formed in his finger.
"yeah, well.. they technically killed her. my other fellow members were just defending themselves when they got someone too nosey" satoru concluded, making the ball disappear.
you were beyond inconsolable. you were tired & shivering in pure panic. all you wanted was to leave, to kill everyone who had a part in all of it; and leave. "sshh~ relax, it's alright. you can think about all the reasons of killing me once you stay here locked in."
locked in— what did he necessarily mean by locked in? you were to surely find out about it... and you did. everyday the same mundane routine, you begging him to let you go. him ignoring you like it's nothing but a temper tantrum, him taking care of you, him reprimanding you for when he deemed fit, and even letting you be his personal little breeding bitch.
sure, the first time he did that, the first time he annhilated your little hole with his cock, he was pretty gentle. he was cooing praises, showering you with kisses, wiping your tears away. even let you feel that you were truly loved. you had access to all the things that were finest, the most expensive & luxurious. but that's all you had access to.
"don't bite more than you can chew, i know everytime about you. which means, i know exactly how to get under your skin... both literally, & figuratively." he threatened you once, when you talked a little too much to one of the cult members on how you wanted to go out, how you wanted your old life back.
someday though? you'll escape him. you will get out of his clutches. you are tired of hearing everyone praising him, everyone obsessed with how powerful he is, and lastly; whenever he says, "don't underestimate me, little one. you don't know half of what i am yet."
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I genuinely didn`t know what to do with this picture, so blurred a bit the most guro-ish part, though, something tells me it should be blurred entirely, oh
Inspired by this
Some images in my mind concerning the old times Sukuna was in his, hm, fullness
I am also keen on the idea of Sukuna being pure evil with no doubts, no exuses, clean and sheer
This is just for whenever you feel like writing it or have time.
Hawks x pregnant reader where Hawks didn’t want to keep the baby in fear of the commission harming his baby or his lover. Reader is heartbroken and leaves him. Heartbroken Hawks then ends up saving them a couple months later from a villain attack on her and she’s in the hospital severely injured. The baby is somehow still alive but they don’t think he (baby is a boy) will be for much longer. Hawks has felt so bad all this time and he’s by readers bedside any time he can be. Eventually the reader asks “Why are you even here it’s not like you wanted him anyways. You should just go.” They get into a bit of a more intense conversation and then the reader is suddenly in severe pain as her body is rejecting the baby :(. She ends up having a miscarriage and is just devastated, as well as Hawks. He can’t help but feel like he’s to blame. They end up making up in the end tho.
Hawks x (f) Reader: Through thick and thin
Summary: Things were going fine with the pro hero until he decided to break up with you for being pregnant.
Warnings: Mentions of NSFW feather play once, angst, fluff, Keigo being guilty, mentions of knife, miscarriage, failing apart of a relationship & getting back together, depression mentions, (Keigo is depressed & burnt out).
A/n: Thanks for the ask, I mean I sure as hell had fun to write this one. His birthday is coming soon so I might write Hawks prompts to my heart's content.
"I'm having this child, I'm- never going to give it up because you think it won't be safe. Have you got no fucking balls?!" your voice defeatedly broke at that statement, Keigo didn't care. That part, hurt the most. The way his eyes looked at you as if you were nothing but an insignificant pest for him. He really was good at playing the part.
"You shouldn't do this, you really shouldn't- you know after all this— after all— we've been through together?!?! You can't take it away from me. You can't be so cruel." You felt your chest tighten & grief stuck at your throat after you heard Keigo say those words. They cut you sharper than any blade could. They reminded you of how much he still is Hawks, not just Keigo.
"Y/N, I said what I said." He shrugged, looking super cool and nonchalant. He has suffered a lot in his childhood, he hasn't made any real friends yet. All he had was you; it was worth it to let you go. He can't let HPSC know about any of it all. Never hurts to be too cautious when it's about the love of your life.
"I think you should accept it, move on & stop whining about it, yeah?" God every single cell of his body rejected him when he said that. He doesn't want to do this. It feels like dying, to hurt someone you love. To shove them away from you when they need you the most... All for their safety.
You fell onto your knees, choking on your own sobs. He was really doing this huh- It was really happening, your pillar, your support, your everything, your mate; just tossed you around like you meant nothing. After making you feel like you were special, after loving you so much your empty, broken heart was full. After making you fall in love with yourself, accept yourself... He just broke it again, making it a million times worse.
Keigo looked at you, haunted at the sight of your shoulders shaking with each sob. It was like acid pouring all over his heart, burning. It burns him, pains him. "I have to go to work, sorry but, I can't really wait until you're done."
With that, his huge crimson gave into the wingbeats and he flew away. The pain & guilt made him heavier than he could imagine. His mind was clouded, even with those massive wings; Keigo was having difficulty flying. "I hope you forgive me for this, little love bird." He murmured to himself, flashing his visor onto his glossed eyes.
He went to the tallest, secluded sky-scrapper & sat there for hours. Wings faltered, the joy of being a father, it was everything he hoped for when he imagined what a perfect life looks like. Yet he broke those dreams of both his and yours. Broke your heart just after you told him about the news. His eyes were fixated on the sunset. So beautiful, so ethereal... He didn't deserve to see this, he didn't deserve anything in the world except pure hatred, except devoting himself to eradicating the scum of the society.
And he did, he immersed himself at work harder than he's ever had. He had burnouts, even slight depression; but part of him felt that he deserved it. Every scar, every pain & every bit of misery for what he put you through. It got him on the headlines always, his popularity chart was rising at full tilt. So was his number of cases; yet his public appearances were brief, to the point & very discreet. He dreaded the thought of you seeing him on TV or the internet for that matter.
You, on the other hand, were heartbroken yet normal. You had to be; what other option did you have really? You were pregnant with his child, you can't let it affect you. You can't shove everything down the drain. So? Every morning, even when you loathed it, you got up, ate healthily, did some exercise and didn't overwork, didn't drink in mourning of your relationship. Part of you felt an insane spike in your rage whenever you heard about Hawks. He was nothing but a coward to you. All for a show, his persona, his appearances to the public. They were all deceptive & he was rotten on the inside.
Hawks didn't blame you either. He knew it was better for you to be unaware of the HPSC, to think about him as the prick who couldn't shoulder the responsibility of a child. Every three to four days; you greeted him in his worst nightmares. It was nothing violent, he just saw you out on the porch with a little kid who has his wings. Chuckling, giggling, being happy. The sunlight does wonders to your hair and face and everything feels good until he sees another man. He comes in, kisses your lips, and says, "I love you, my beautiful wife."
The sight causes Keigo to wake up immediately, he can't see the child or the man clearly. But he hates seeing you belong to someone else. "Stop being a toxic dickhead Keigo." He muttered to himself and gulped down the water bottle kept on the bedside table. Miserable, that's what he was. Miserable.
Months had passed, Keigo wasn't healed though. Whoever said that time heals all your wounds, was sure not hurt enough. Time does nothing when it's your heart that's aching. It does nothing when you remove a piece of it, it doesn't regenerate, it doesn't get okay.
After being months away from the talons of your ex, you looked at the mirror after throwing up. Fate wanted you to suffer more it seemed, because after the recent appointment with the doctor; the results got you crying & panicking until you very well... Threw up your guts out.
With tears streaming down your face, hands shivering, and feeling cold in fear; you caressed your baby bump. "Don't you leave me like your pathetic dad? I've done everything right with you, just like I did everything right with him. I've- please-"
You gave up, it was no use begging your unborn child. You were getting delusional at this point. A defeated sigh escaped you, nothing made sense anymore in the whirlwind of your thoughts. That's when you noticed you've already walked to the fridge and found nothing to eat. At least, having a healthy lifestyle was a good auto-pilot mode for you now.
You wore your slides, not caring to change your appearance & threw a coat on. Twisting your hair in a bun; you stepped outside your house for the grocery store. You were also craving chocolates. Hmm, a fleeting hope of eating something that makes you feel better was all you could hold on to.
It was like a nightmare for you, the sudden growl against your neck while the knife was at your throat. "Easy there missy, give all your money and no one gets hurt. By no one, I mean you." You shivered, eyes widening as your heart raced in panic. You squirmed like a chicken about to get chopped. "I don't have cash on me, I swear I do-"
Before you could complete your sentence, the man fell to the ground, he was stabbed by a red plume. The red plume that immediately shoved against your memories & reminded you of all the places it has been. How it squirmed against your lady bits when Keigo was playing with your body & heart, before he got bored that is.
"You okay?" The worry lines on his forehead didn't suit him at all, yet it felt like time stopped in that moment. You were busy looking at his face, his beautiful, ethereal face. His words didn't get heard, only the way his lips moved was registered in your mind.
"I'm okay, thanks hero." You gained composure and continued walking towards the store. Even though your legs felt cemented to the ground; you kept walking away from him. "Are you, really okay y/n?" Hawks' throat felt dry, the moment he laid eyes on your baby bump. He has checked on you a few times. More times than necessary to see if you were safe, but watching it up close? It was a completely different experience.
"Why the fuck do you fucking care? Got bored of putting your dick inside new holes; is that it?" You seethed in pure rage, looking at him with a disgusted look. God you hated him, hated how he's showing care now after all these months. Pathetic fucking—
"I just asked you a question, you don't have to make it like such a big deal y/n. I-" Keigo was at loss of words, but nothing comforted him like your rage showering at him. It made him feel better, it made him feel better than all the times he's suffered all by himself.
"I don't give a shit about your damn question. I don't give a shit about anything AH-" the conversation took a different turn when you shrieked in pain. "What is it bab- y/n?" Keigo was quick to come to your aid, wings ruffling restlessly as he held you close..
"I said- WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE? YOU DIDN'T WANT HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE DID YOU?" You yelled out in pain, voice breaking with the panting you did, gritting teeth. "Sshh~ breathe, please, breathe for me." Keigo smiled at you softly, holding your hand gently. His eyes looking at you with a pang of guilt & hopefulness.
"So, the- baby- he's a he?" He didn't pay attention to anything else, letting himself be in the moment. Letting himself feel happy in your presence. The baby- it's a baby boy. Keigo's going to be a father! It meant everything to him.
"I can't- the doctors said-" you tried to speak, but the pain won't let you. Now that you were in his arms, you wanted to curse him out. You wanted to kill him if given the chance that he wakes up from it.
"Ssh~ don't talk to me, breathe. Come on, breathe for me yeah?" He smiled at you, comforting your very core. Only if you knew how much you comforted him. Talk about his speed; you were at the hospital. At this point, even if the HPSC knows, Keigo doesn't care. These few months away from you, he's going to lose his mind if it continues. Fate brought you two together again. Of course? How was he supposed to check on you the exact day a villain attacked you otherwise?
You were immediately taken to a doctor, while Hawks stood back at the waiting room, knuckles cracking in impatience. He doesn't know much about patience, given the ease with which he gets what he wants either way. What he heard next made him yelp inside.
The turmoil inside him that made his heart scream, made him scream his guts out on the inside & yet portraying his usual hero persona? It was by far the hardest thing he's done. "I'm sorry, we couldn't save the baby." That sentence, that damned sentence echoed into the deepest pits of his heart, so many times. It felt he would lose his hearing.
"I see, well... I'll just inform the- uh, the civilian I just saved." Thank god his training! Thank fuck, because he's broken inside. Once again, his heavy footsteps walked towards you, once again— he's going to break your heart.
"Y/n-" he spoke softly, hoping to not see you crumble just at the sound of his voice.
"I know" you looked at him, tears brimming & falling. "I know, it's- it's just- I mean- they did tell me about it." God you looked so hurt, like a kicked puppy. Before you could muster up the strength to find more words, Keigo came in & hugged you tightly. His soft, calming pheromones enfulged your senses as his wings covered you in a duvet. "It's alright, it's absolutely alright. I'm- if you let me, I want to stay with you."
Keigo has so much to tell you, he has so much to be sorry for. So much to explain to you, maybe when he gets the right words. Maybe when he's made you strong enough of a pillar, he'll choose to break into your arms instead. For now, he can sustain the pain for the both of you.
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