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things I am willing to write

smut, fluff, angst

i’m willing to write nearly anything just check what i’m not willing to write

who i am to write

no character x character unless it’s character x character x reader

i’ll write for any jjk character

i’ll write for select few from mha (dabi, aizwa, shigaraki, hawks, chisaki)

what i won’t write about

anything that deals with eds, as i am a recovered ed person, i’m not comfortable writing about them

i will NOT WRITING ANYTHING ABOUT CHILDREN!!!! THIS GOES FOR THE MHA PPL!!

i refuse to write scat. pee is fine (yes i have pp kink)

MY REQUEST ARE WIDE OPEN IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING FOR PEOPLE TO REQUEST SOMETHING PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

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madamechrissy

Your Favorite

Toji Fushiguro is your neighbor, and you're the sweet girl next door, you help tutor his son Megumi for him after school until he gets home and help out for extra cash. What you don't know, is Toji has become obsessed with you - the pretty babysitter - so much so he is in your place when you're not, and things start to come up missing. When you try to hook up, he's is knocking on your door for sugar, when you shower, the hot water somehow shuts off. But can Toji have you all to himself when you have a stupid crush on his best friend Shiu across the street!

pairings - yandere! toji x babysitter! reader x dilf! shiu

warnings - age gap - reader is 22, Toji is 39, Shiu is 40 - Toji and reader are the main but boy does Shiu have fun w/us hehe- this chap - mmf threesome, oral (m and f receiving) eifel tower, throat fucking, creampie, obsessed Toji, tryna babytrap us hehe, squirting, fingering, kinda bimbo reader but we love her

this has eight chaps (chap 9 coming tonight) they will be released weekly! <3 This was a patreon fic but I wanted to share one of them with you all here, so you can see the pure freak over there

beautiful art creds here!

<<<chapter three

chapter four

Things just were not working out for Toji with you.

His original plan of making you need him, want him, depend on him? Out the window really.

His next plan of pulling back just a bit failed royally, landing you on the couch doing god knows what with his 'best friend' did exactly, but Toji would need a new tactic to land his pretty babysitter. And that meant knowing his enemy, really.

Sneaking past where you've crashed on his couch, he pauses, rolling his eyes then.

Not Megumi all curled with his head on your lap like a fucking cat, like you'd fallen asleep brushing back his hair kindly, and he fell asleep with that little smirk.

"Such a brat," he grumbles, slipping a shirt on over his head. "This kid."

Not only did Megumi get a gaming pc out of him, he also got to lay in your lap? The kids living the fucking life while Toji suffers. Tragic, really.

He covers Megumi up and taps your shoulder gently, making you yawn.

"Doll, go lay down in bed."

"Oh..." You shift your neck, wincing at how sore it is then. "Should I go home?"

"You can later," he helps you up but you're very sleepy, yawning and just snuggling against him, torturing him as Megumi opens an eye to glare for taking his pretty babysitter away. For good measure Toji picks you up in his arms, scooping you up in his arms carefully. "Kid wants you around for a bit, and I have to go."

"Mmkay then," you yawn and bury your face against Toji's chest, one of his arms under your thighs, the other wrapping your waist. It's too comfy, you're so exhausted and he smells so good you inhale him. "Yum."

"Yum?" Toji chuckles a bit, your eyes are shut, lips parting in a yawn as he carries you over to his bed.

"This isn't the guest bed..." You're shifting just a bit, when he lays you down and covers you up with the blanket carefully, sinking into the mattress and snuggling up.

"My bed is nicer," fuck you look so perfect in it, too. He can't help but ache looking at you before he makes himself step back. "I'll be back in a bit, doll."

"Mmkay, Mr. Fushiguro..." You fall fast asleep, exactly where you're supposed to be.

Toji slips past to see Megumi back asleep on the couch, before he steps out and scowls at his 'best friend' who's lounging on his porch, smoking a cigarette, waving all unbothered when he knows exactly what he did.

"Hey buddy," Toji's jaw sets, walking across the little street as Shiu stands - languidly like he's got not a care in the fucking world. "What are your plans for the weekend?"

ketamiis

What’s Mine Is Yours

art by @/hunnismoker on twt !

summary: Your husband, Hiromi Higuruma, is no longer the man you thought you once knew. When you ask for a divorce and one night he shows up proving just how much he still needs, what are you meant to do?

warnings: mdni (18+) — age gap (reader early 20s, Higuruma in his 30s), porn w plot, angst, mentions of divorce, idk how the divorce process works guys but like trust i know what im talking about tho, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, whiny needy Hiromi, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, sooome dry humping, overtstimulation(?), raw sex, piv sex, cream pie

word count: 6k

a/n: based off the Frank Ocean song ofc <\3. I dropped everything I was previously working on in order to write this bcs a vision was plaguing me and I couldn’t stop it. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it <\3 !!

His eyes were the first thing you noticed when you met him.

Down turned, tired, with slight bags beneath them, he stared out at the world as if assessing every little detail it held. They wandered over every corner and inch of every room he stepped in. He stared off at walls as if in his own world, mind full of thoughts that seemed too big for his own head.

You thought he wouldn’t feel your gaze on him, thought he would be too caught up with whatever was going on in his mind.

But when his eyes met yours across the court room that day— he seemed to come to life.

A small smile tugged at his lips, the hardness of his eyes softened, and you felt your heart pound.

Your future had been decided for you in that instant, only instead of a tight noose, you had found it in his gaze.

The second he looked at you, you felt the weight of your life in your chest with every beat of the loud gavel. Or was it your heart?

hailtoji

THIS WAS EVERYTHING I NEEDED

macbethinchains

you and dilf!sukuna are plastered on the old/young tab [18+]

It started accidentally.

You’d visit your older fuck buddy on his work trips, luring him to the idea of kept mementos whenever you couldn’t skip work to join him. All he needed to do was prop your phone on that desk in the corner and take you in whichever way he wanted.

Now, did you accidentally post those videos on a porn site? Sure, but only to bring some spice to your favorite tab — the old/young! An abyss you find yourself scrolling through whenever you need to dip your fingers into your cunt and pretend it’s him between your legs.

You can’t really pretend that you care.

The first video: you’re laying on your back on the plush hotel bed, head slightly hanging off the side of it. Body bare, lights dimmed enough that the viewer can make out your plump tits. One of your hands rubbing in between your folds, the sound quiet enough that the older man with his dick above you could hear it, the speaker not picking up on it.

“Cmon’ brat,” he huffs quietly, crimson eyes staring down at you. Your tongue running along your bottom lip as you dodge his stare and give all your attention to his dripping cock.

It stands thick, angry almost from how hard he is. A little patch of peppered pink hair resting above it, just a nod to his older age. Your fingers speeding up between your lips, getting wetter every minute he stares down at you.

“Waiting old man,” you tease, leaving your wet lips open enough for his tip to push inside. He wastes no time, doing just that. The taste of his precum hitting your tastebuds as you hollow your lips around his bulbous head, tongue flicking quickly against his slit.

tojiscreampie

── ✩‧₊˚ praise me ˖ ₊˚݁. ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

he’s got you splayed out on his bed, calloused fingers pumping in and out of your silky walls, his other hand holding a small pink toy that's vibrating directly onto your swollen, sensitive clit, your thighs sticky with an obscene web of his spit and your cum.

you're laying in a puddle of your own slick, the amount he’s made you cum is borderline embarrassing. the loud squelching of your sopping cunt fills the room as he murmurs honeyed words of encouragement and praise, his deep voice like velvet against your ears, each word making your greedy pussy leak around his fingers and down his wrist.

“you're doing so well for me, my pretty girl. you're making such a mess.”

you bite down hard on your spit glossed bottom lip to try to stifle your loud moans and whimpers, your eyes glassy half-lidded as salty tears stream down your cheeks.

“ah-ah, let me hear that sweet voice, don't hold out on me, you're doing such a good job, taking everything i give you.” he kisses the inside of your thigh as your legs shake and quiver beneath his touch.

“hnngh- i-i can't… take anymore, m’sorry!” you cry out a choked sob as you try to squeeze your thighs together, your nails digging into your palm as you grip the sheets tight.

he lets out a soft chuckle, keeping the toy pressed firm against your clit.

“look at you, sweetheart.. crying so beautifully for me.”

he removes his long fingers from your gummy walls, even as you clench around him, like your pussy was trying to suck him back in despite your broken cries.

“hah- but she doesn't want me to leave,” he leans down to place a sloppy, wet open mouthed kiss to your puffy folds, before dipping his tongue straight inside your pulsing hole, all while his other hand keeps the toy steady on your aching clit.

“mmm-” he moans against you as your syrupy slick coats his tongue, sending vibrations through your cunt and making your whimpers grow louder. “always taste so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

he withdraws his tongue and sits back on his heels, his plump pink lips and chin glistening with your sweet juices.

“c’mon sweet girl, you can take more can't you? you’ll be a good girl for me and cum again, won't you?”

his voice is like honey, pulling you closer and closer to another mind breaking orgasm, drool beginning to pool at the sides of your mouth as pleasure borderlines on pain, no thoughts left in your head other than cumming one more time like the good girl you are.

“hnngh- c-close- m’-fuck!” you babble as spit leaks down the sides of your chin, fat tears staining your face as he turns the vibrations up to max, dipping his head back down to fuck your tight hole with his wet tongue.

“mhmm, that's it, c’mon baby- you're doing so fuckin’ good f’me pretty girl, let it out.” his voice muffled against your dripping cunt, his eyes never leaving your face.

your back arches off the bed, your soft tits bouncing and nipples perking as intense, blinding waves of pleasure wash over you. your tummy tightens, your whimpers caught in your throat as waves of clear fluid gush from your throbbing hole, coating his tongue and chin as he greedily laps all of it up, not wanting to waste a single drop.

“fuck- pretty pussy just made a mess all over me, that's my good girl.” he finally turns the toy off and places a soft kiss to your overly sensitive clit, tearing a high pitched gasp from your throat. he holds onto your shaky legs tight, rough fingers denting into the plush flesh of your thighs.

“you did so good for me baby, i'm so proud of you.” he marvels at your spent, exhausted body, sweat slicking your skin, before trailing wet kisses up your tummy, all the way to your neck.

“but i'm afraid i'm gonna need you to be a good girl for just a little while longer- i'm not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

he smirks against your ear, leaving a trail of feather light kisses along your jaw. and all you can do is nod— because you were his good girl, after all. his perfect girl.

a/n: repost from my old account sytorusdoll, comments and reblogs appreciated ♡

eraserbread

begging nanami to slap you <3

"please." you plead, hips circling gently, left eye twitching as his cock hits so deep that it makes you see and feel stars. it hurts so good — your body not used to sitting its full weight over nanami's length. he's pressing against your cervix, making it nearly impossible to gain the strength to actually ride him like you know you can.

still, that's not why you're begging. you don't care if he shows you mercy, but you just know that you need more. "hit me. slap me, please."

"what?" his voice is shot — deep and heavy in his throat as he licks over his lips in passing. his red-bloomed chest rises and falls with a vengeance, pink nipples shaded a deeper hue of red as your manicured claws dig and grasp at his hard pecs.

"mmm— i need it."

"no, you don't, and you sound crazy."

"noooooo," you let your head hang heavy between your shoulders, hair everywhere, and falling into your blurry gaze. his thick, strong hands are tight on your hips, digging bruising wells into the gathered flesh. it's as far as he'll go — the most pressure he's willing to give you. "just once. on the cheek."

"i would never," he bites like it's his final prayer, aiding you with a buck of his hips. his fingers dip deeper as they bear your weight, giving him just enough space to make you really feel it.

"please! b-but i'm begging,"

"absolutely not."

"it's the only way i can c—

"no, it's not. i'm not a fool,"

you finally break, tears slipping down your cheeks as he fucks into you with shallow thrusts. the room is hazed over in lust and sweat, but you're so close to your peak, yet so far. he can go on and on like this — never losing stamina, waiting until you come undone before he even has the nerve to think about his own release.

only, something is different this time. your touch is strong and sure of itself, eyes screwed shut as you try to hold back. you can't for much longer, and he can see as much.

with one final, broken plea, you turn fists in his skin, bearing your teeth as you seethe down at him. "fucking hit me."

"is this what you want?" finally, he's giving in — his eyes crazed and bloodshot as his thrusts grow mean, almost like he's punishing you with his animalistic need. the sound of skin slapping skin is deadly and heated, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling before making its way back to you. every breath is measured and shaking, every gaze on fire as your wet cunt closes in on him, shuddering dangerously, squeezing around him like you never want him to leave.

"giveittome," it's all one word — jumbled and messy, sticking to your lips like dripping honey. it's a stare-off, one that you two would never speak of again, yet dream of every single night. "what? are you not man enough?"

he doesn't speak — not that it would give you a further clue to his state of mind. nanami never lets himself get too worked up when you poke his nerve, but something about this sensation... you're squeezing down on his cock, naked skin a sea of wonder as your breasts rise and fall in heated breaths.

he reaches up from his hold on your waist, veiny hand snaking around your neck where he presses just slightly. "I think you know the answer to that," he bites, heart racing as he slaps an open palm across your cheek, sending your head to the side against the surprisingly heavy force.

the pain is searing and its immediate, making your cunt flutter something mean against him — clamping down so hard that he can't move without drawing a painful breath.

"yeah? mhm, like that?" he grunts, shoving two fingers in your cheek to yank your head back to where he can see your dripping, wrecked gaze. with a pop, they withdraw, and dripping with your own spit, he slaps you again, across the same tingling cheek, biting his lip when your back arches and vision whites out.

he watches you cum like that, harder than you ever have before, and wonders.... why didn't he do this sooner?

satoyesha

three times you and toji almost get caught fūcking + the half time you get caught! warnings : public sēx. pet names. firefighter!toji. corporate worker!reader. @satoyesha

i. ON THE FIREFIGHTER'S 30 MIN LUNCH!

"a-ah, shit—gotta be quiet, ma."

toji's got your back flushed against the wall, plush thighs hooked over his arms. your covered ample titties were flushed against his, arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into his hair and pulling it everytime his mean and thick tip hits that sweet spot so good.

the both of you were in the dark and barely-lit storage closet of his station's lunchroom, another fifteen minutes into an already late thirty-minute break. toji's uniform is halfway off—suspenders at his hips, compressed black shirt still intact and big dark boots still on. and you—you were still in your corporate uniform after sneaking into his station's lunchroom more than half an hour ago.

"n-ngh—how can i be fu-fuckin' quiet when—oh!" you could barely finish your sentence, head lulling back into the wall, gasping when toji rolls his hips ever so slightly while speeding up and elongating his strokes.

you really were trying your best to be quiet—concealing your moans by biting your bottom lip on occasion or hiding your face into the crook of his neck. and toji wanted you to be quiet too as he scandalized his very crucial position in his workplace—but he relished in your moans and cries, so much that he can barely conceal his own, each borderlining on whimpers and minimizing on soft grunts.

"gotta—hngh—gotta find a way, then," yet his strokes contradict, smiling feraly as he bullies his fat and glistening cock into your abused cunt. "don't wan' us t'get caught, mama. gonna miiiss this pretty fuckin' pussy."

his words only spur you on, your fucked-out smile turning into feral cries as toji licks a long stripe up your neck, dragging open-mouthed sloppy kisses to the line of your jaw and finally falling upon your lips. the knot in your stomach tied fast and was building with speed, with toji quickening his pace, his angry tip kissing your cervix and with you clenching around him, coating his base with a ring of your spend, and before any of you knew it—

"o-ooh fuck!"

you're wailing as the wave finally hits you, with toji trailing in just behind you, filling you so much and painting your gummy walls white with his cum. he pistons into you for just a few more seconds before stopping and holding you close, the both of you breathing heavily.

and just as it ebbs, you're hearing heavy footsteps tread along the floors, and very faint callings of toji's last name.

and the firefighter just chuckles, dropping you slowly onto your feet. "you almost got us caught."

you could barely see him from there being barely any light in the closet, yet you slapped his chest hard, lips balling up as you whisper, "yeah, well maybe we shouldn't be fucking in your work's closet!"

"doesn't change the fact that you're fuckin' loud."

you were about to hit him again when one of his coworkers came calling.

"where the fuck's fushiguro? fushiguro!"

ii. IN YOUR CAR… THAT'S BESIDE YOUR BOSSES CAR!

"why the fuck would you park h-here?"

he could barely get the words out with you absolutely taking his soul with your kiss, nearly shoving your tongue down his throat, pussy clenching wet around his thick cock, dripping with lust and need.

you're riding him with everything you've got in the passenger seat, thick hips jumping up and slamming down on his. he's wearing casual clothes—(this being because you dragged him to your workplace on his day off)—while you, again, were stuck in your tight corporate uniform, with your skirt hiked up and your shirt unbuttoned at your tits. you've got no care for the outer-world, mind broken on the sheer determination of making sure you cum, and while doing so, you take toji's soul.

"sh-shut—" you kiss him once more, feverishly biting his lip, "the fuck up."

toji just smirks against your mouth, placing both his big hands at your waist, gripping the flesh before he begins to move you up and down on him as if you were a fleshlight. his head hits the chair with each damning stroke, nearly whimpering as you purposefully clench around him, a ring of cream and cum coating his shaft and your entrance.

and just as you forcefully turn his head, exposing the pale skin on his neck to lick a fat stripe up on it, your eyes open and latch onto the next car through the slightly tinted glass window.

and that's when you realize—you're right beside your boss's car.

your boss’s fucking car. and you couldn’t even tell if he was inside or not.

any minute now, he could either go into his car or come out, and his eyes could immediately locate you and your husband, who were both in an. . . indecent predicament. and he won't say anything of it to your face—he never does, to you or anyone for no reason specified—but he'd shade you for days before calling a meeting with HR.

and you would think, with this revelation, it'd make you wanna stop, immediately get off your husband's fat and maddening dick, and never show your face again. but it all just made you. . . even more scandalous and turned-on.

and, again, before you know it, you're cumming around toji's cock for the second time in that same car.

iii. WHILE ON THE PHONE WITH YOUR CO-WORKER…

"y-yes. . . fu—mm! yes! exactly!"

this was the second time you've forgot you were on the phone. especially with someone you're required to hold in a high regard (even though you could barely give a fuck about that woman) it wasn't hard to forget you were on it, notably when your husband's on his knees eating you out for his pleasure and his only.

you're sitting on your comfortable and at-home work chair, legs spread open and ample thighs thrown over his shoulders and encased around his head. you're trying your absolute best to conceal your moans—occasionally hitting the mute button on your phone, or when it's cutting too close in time you'd bite your lip or cover your mouth.

but the way toji's eating it—tongue abusing your entrance as his nose indulges deeper into your puffy and sensitive clit, the tip of his tongue dipping in and out, savouring in your sweet juices—it's entirely impossible.

"yes! exactly, that's what i'm saying—you can't only fucking refer to me as your 'casual friend' but then sleep with me under the covers. . . so not cool!" the woman in your ear rambles off, forgetting the actual importance of the call and the reason she dialed your number.

toji chuckles, and the sound vibrates in your pussy, sending you closer to the edge.

"h-hah—" you shudder, "r-right! right—yeah, he shouldn't h-have done that. sh-shit's not fair, y'know?"

toji looks up at you through his eyelids, tongue licking a long stripe up your pussy before latching onto your clit, sucking and catching it between his teeth softly, making you go cross-eyed from the feeling alone.

you wanna slap him for putting you through this torment. you wanna beat his ass—but all you can do is open your legs wider, grind your pussy against his face and pull at his hair everytime he eats it good.

gosh, you hate your husband.

"yeah. . ." the woman trails off, voice sounding as if she's caught on to you, "you okay girl? your voice is shaking, and you sound scared."

your eyes widen, and you try to slightly lift his head from between your legs but he wouldn't budge. "n-no yeah! yeaah i'm okay! i'm just. . . waxing."

the call goes silent for a beat. "waxing?"

you give a sheepish smile to toji, who's already staring at you, holding in his laugh. "yes, waxing! i'm tryin' out this new—um. . . whatever you call it—and it's working good! s-so. . fuckin' good."

"yeah. . . okay! well you gotta send me some! my legs are soooo hairy, and—"

"o-oh! just—gimme just one second, 'k-kay? be r-right back!"

and soon you're abusing the buttons on your phone. you wish you could hear her out, but the knot in your stomach is growing at an excessive rate, and you're clawing at toji's head at an attempt to slow him down but he wouldn't budge. it was almost like he knew you were about to cum, and so you did.

toji laps at your cream, gutturally moaning as your hole clenches around his tongue. you cry his name, sun-kissed thighs closing around his head.

and when it ebbs, your phone nearly escapes your grasp, but you catch it as soon as you gather yourself back into the shape of you, chest heaving and legs twitching, quivering pussy hit with the cool air as toji sits back and stares at his work.

"you're fuckin' crazy, toji." you smile at him, and he sticks his tongue out at you.

he leans forward, slapping your leg softly. "you married me, didn't ya?"

and just as you tapped on your phone, expecting your screen to brighten up and show the your co-worker's caller ID, you notice something.

you never pressed mute.

the call's still going on, but it's silent. and you, poor you—your eyes are shot wide and your jaw's reaching the earth's core, heart palpitating aggressively. and that's when you hear it.

"girl. . . what the fuck just happened?"

this was horrible omg 😭😭😭 sickness got in the way of this but i needed to write sum of toji so… 👅

takamae

𝜗ৎ cw: rough sex, light manhandling, mating press, general NSFW content. MDNI. i think i might've gone a little wild this time. but there's also cute bonding time w/ yuji and choso

☆ sometimes, you think CHOSO doesn't realize how strong he is.

you like to believe he's being held back by his love for his family, his gruff but soft-spoken demeanor, and how easy it is for him to be overcome with emotions. that's the thing about him you're most in love with.

he does everything with gentleness until he doesn't.

the sliding door he usually closes with the utmost care? slam! even a little flick of his hand as he pries them open is enough to send a light gust of wind in anyone's direction.

when he hugs you, it feels more like a rib-crusher rather than a cozy embrace from someone who seems so smitten. but you don't complain, because it has its own unique, snug charm.

when he pats yuji (or anyone, for that matter) on the back, it feels like being sent five or so inches forward. and the slap of his palm against is heavy, compact, like it's meant to sting a little.

even the little things like catching a mosquito sounds like he's activating piercing blood, the air around the room crackling a little at the impact of choso's hands clapping together. every time you hear it, you feel the burning in your own palms at the impact.

you fondly remember the rare occasion when you, yuji, and choso had gone out to the park, with the boys playing a more hazardous game of catch while you sat pretty by the picnic blanket. and while you're in the middle of snooping for a snack, you just hear yuji yelp as the ball choso had sent hurtling the younger boy's way had landed square on his chest and actually sent him flying.

sprawling on the grass. knocked out like a ragdoll.

it surprises you. it surprises choso. it surprises anyone who isn't blind.

yup, anything that choso thinks is a light touch but isn't actually, he's following it up with a profuse apology and a few tears from his pathetic brown eyes.

you're not even a casualty, but when he looks at you from his place in the grass, rubbing yuji's front while the younger boy casually laughs it off because of course he can manage force like that, you know he's about to apologize to you as well.

yuemiu-deactivated20260315

ex-husband!nanami putting you in full nelson !

you dropped your daughter off at kento’s apartment like every other friday, the four year old already bouncing in his arms the second he opened the door, chubby hands reaching for his tie while she babbled about her day at preschool.

he was still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up neat, blonde hair a little messy from the long hours but his smile was soft and real when he looked at her, the same calm steady patience he always had.

things between you two hadn’t worked out, the fights got too loud and the silences too heavy after she was born, but kento never missed a single pickup, never skipped a bedtime story, never forgot the tiny sailor moon backpack she loved. he was the best dad, always had been, and watching him swing her around gently while promising ice cream tomorrow made your chest ache in that familiar way you tried to ignore.

tonight though the handoff stretched longer than usual. she fell asleep on his couch mid-story when you arrived to pick her up and he offered you tea like always, voice low and polite, but the air felt thicker, eyes lingering on your mouth when you sipped from the mug. one thing led to another, quiet words turning into his hand on your waist, then your back against the kitchen counter, then somehow both of you stumbling into his bedroom still half dressed.

now he had you folded up so perfectly in full nelson, strong arms hooked under your knees and locked tight behind your neck, pinning u helpless against his chest while he thrust up from behind. you back arched hard over his torso, legs spread wide and useless in the air, pussy completely exposed and stretched around every thick inch of his cock as he pounded deep into you. the position kept you folded in half like a pretty little pretzel, spine curved, ass lifted off the bed just enough for him to slam home over and over, heavy balls slapping wet against your skin with every brutal snap of his hips.

“fuck… still so tight for me,” he groaned right against your ear, voice all gravelly and already wrecked. your pussy took him so greedily, puffy lips creaming thick white rings around the base of his cock every time he bottomed out, messy slick dripping down his balls and soaking the sheets underneath. each thrust made wet squelching sounds echo loud in the quiet room, your walls fluttering and clenching like they never wanted to let him go, gushing fresh cream every time his fat tip bullied against your cervix.

you could barely breathe, arms trapped useless at your sides, body bouncing helpless in his iron grip while he fucked you senseless, hips pistoning up fast and mean. “ken… ahhhn… s’too deep—hah…” your voice came out all broken and babbling, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming stretch, pussy creaming even harder around him till it frothed white and bubbly at the fat base.

he didn’t slow, just growled low and fucked up harder into your poor cunt, using his strength to bounce you on his cock like u weighed nothing, the slap of skin so filthy and loud.

“come back to me, love” he panted hot against ur neck, teeth grazing your skin while he ground deep and stayed there for a second, letting u feel every throbbing inch. “miss this pussy… miss my wife… come home, baby, let me take care of both of you again.” his cock twitched hard inside you at the words, dragging another gush of cream from your fluttering walls as he started pounding even meaner, hips snapping up relentless.

your head spun, vision blurry from how full you felt, pussy clenching around him like vice, slick running down your ass and soaking his balls.

“nnghh… kento—ahhn… can’t… too much… hahh…” you whined incoherently, body shaking in his hold, legs trembling uselessly in the air while he railed you stupid, the position keeping you pinned perfectly for every deep stroke.

he just kept going, voice dropping lower and even filthier. “look at how you’re creaming all over me… still mine, yeah? this pussy knows who it belongs to.” another brutal thrust, another wet squelch of your cunt, your walls spasming wild around his thickness till u were sobbing soft little sounds, cumming hard and gushing around him while he fucked you right through it.

after, when you were both panting and sticky, still tangled on the sheets, yoi finally caught your breath enough to mumble against his chest, “this… doesn’t mean anything yet… just.. give me time to... think about this.” your voice was all soft and breathy, pussy still twitching around his softening cock.

kento just huffed a quiet laugh, his big hand stroking down your back slow and gentle like he used to, lips burshing your sweaty temple. “still saying that after i just fucked you senseless? we might’ve made a sibling for our daughter tonight, sweetheart… but sure, take all the time you need.” he pressed one last soft kiss to your hair, arms tightening around you like he had no plans of letting go anytime soon.

“i’ll wait. i’m not going anywhere.”

not proofread so sorry for the typos ^_^

🏷️ : @oyasumiaikko @vesserz

polaroidsex

ᓚᘏ𑄝 riding nanami kento till he’s bowing forward from the overstimulation. 18+

kento’s usually so composed.

even when he’s unraveling beneath you, there’s normally still that last thread of control he clings to — jaw tight, breaths measured, hands steady on your hips like he’s still the one guiding the rhythm.

not tonight.

tonight he’s a wreck.

sweat beads along his hairline, blond strands plastered to his forehead. his chest heaves in uneven, stuttering bursts. every roll of your hips drags a broken sound out of him— not quite a moan, not quite a sob, something caught and raw in between. his cock twitches hard inside you each time you sink back down, and the overstimulation has turned his usually velvet voice into something cracked and pleading.

you slow your pace just a fraction, mostly to catch your breath, but also because the way his entire body jerks makes something worried flicker in your chest.

“kento,” you murmur, palms sliding up to brace on his pecs. “hey. you okay?”

his eyes snap open, pupils blown, lashes wet. he looks almost startled, like he forgot you could speak.

“don’t,” he chokes out immediately. voice hoarse. “don’t stop. please.”

you hesitate. his hands are trembling where they clutch your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, but the rest of him is shaking too. thighs twitching, abs jumping every time your walls flutter around him.

“you’re shaking so much,” you say softly, brushing damp hair off his forehead. “i thought maybe—”

“i know,” he cuts in, desperate. “i know i’m— fuck, i’m a mess. just— please. need you to keep going. need it so bad it hurts.”

the last word cracks.

you watch a tear slip free from the corner of his eye, track its path down his temple into his hair. he doesn’t even try to hide it. too far gone for shame.

your heart twists.

you lean down, kiss the wet streak, taste salt.

then you start moving again but slower this time, deliberate, grinding more than bouncing so every inch of him stays buried deep.

the sound he makes is concerning for the neighbors out. head tipping back, throat exposed, adam’s apple bobbing on a strangled whine. his hips jerk up involuntarily, chasing more even though he’s already so deep it has to be overwhelming.

“too much?” you whisper against his jaw.

“yes,” he gasps. “and not enough. god— don’t you dare stop.”

his arms wrap around your back, crushing you to his chest. you can feel every frantic beat of his heart against your ribs. he’s babbling now half-formed sentences, your name over and over, little broken please-please-pleases every time you lift even slightly.

you pick up the pace just enough.

his whole body locks up.

“fuck— oh fuck— waitwaitwait—”

but he doesn’t actually want you to wait. his heels dig into the mattress, hips snapping up to meet you, sloppy and uncoordinated. tears keep slipping down the sides of his face, catching in the light. he looks ruined. beautiful. yours.

“kento,” you breathe, cupping his face. “come for me. let go, baby. i’ve got you.”

that does it.

his mouth falls open on a silent cry first, then the sound catches up, wrecked and loud and completely undone. he comes so hard his whole body bows off the bed, cock pulsing inside you in long, helpless spurts. you feel it all. the heat, the twitch, the way he keeps bucking even after he’s spent, like his body can’t accept that it’s over.

he’s crying openly now. quiet, hiccuping sobs muffled against your neck as aftershocks roll through him.

you slow to a gentle rock, easing him through it, murmuring soft things against his temple until his grip on you finally loosens.

he doesn’t let go completely though.

just clings. shaky. sweaty. still trembling.

“sorry,” he mumbles eventually, voice thick. “lost it there.”

you kiss the corner of his mouth.

“don’t be. i liked seeing you like that.”

he huffs a watery laugh, embarrassed, but doesn’t argue.

just pulls you closer. buries his face in your shoulder. lets out one last shaky breath.

still inside you, still sensitive and still yours.

yenayaps

cw: MDNI, sukuna x f!reader, sukuna shows you his dıck piercings, he has a little crush on reader and is oddly respectful

Sukuna was widely known for two things:

1. Being an asshole.

2. Having multiple piercings on his dick.

And despite his shitty attitude, women still flocked to him in hopes of at least getting a peek.

You’re no better than any of them. The thought of what his dick could possibly look like has always lingered in the back of your head in the years that you’ve known him. Going out of your way to scratch that little itch you have is something you wouldn’t dare to do though.

It’s not like he was a friend or anything. Just an acquaintance, which was close to enough to know that if that side quest ever went wrong, there was no avoiding him. Yeah, you may not talk much at parties or random get togethers, but his presence alone was too demanding to ignore.

And on the off chance’s that you do talk, he is suffocating. It’s not even because of the way he acts. Surprisingly enough, you’ve never actually been on the receiving end of his temper when it’s soiled. It’s just his presence— the weight of his stare, the bass of his voice, the way he demands space.

Sukuna makes you nervous, and you’re pretty sure he knows that too. You wouldn’t say you were a timid person by any means. You could hold your own, had a decent amount of confidence, but it was never enough to handle him for longer than small increments of time.

He knows that too.

It’s why he keeps his distance. Look, he’s not a monster, and you’ve never done anything to bother him. He knows what he’s like, and if he’s too much for you, keeping his distance isn’t something he minds doing.

starspenxcie

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹

18+ MDNI, smut - dry humping on dilf!toji

you’ve been teasing him all evening.

nothing overt - just the way you keep bending over to pick up toys the kids left scattered, skirt riding up just enough to flash the lace of your panties. the way you brush against him in the kitchen while he’s washing dishes, hip bumping his, ass pressing back for a split second longer than necessary.

toji notices. of course he does.

he’s been half-hard since dinner, jaw tight, green eyes tracking you like prey. the kids are finally asleep upstairs. house quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant tick of the clock.

you’re in the living room now, pretending to scroll on your phone on the couch. he comes up behind you, big hands sliding over your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tense spots like he’s giving a massage. innocent enough.

until he leans down, mouth at your ear.

“you’ve been a little fuckin’ brat tonight, huh?”

his voice is gravel and smoke. you shiver. don’t answer. just arch your back a fraction, pushing your ass back against the front of his sweats.

he groans low. one hand slides down your spine, slow, possessive - then grips your hip hard enough to bruise tomorrow.

“c’mere.”

he pulls you up, spins you around, and drops onto the couch. spreads his thick thighs wide. yanks you down to straddle him in one smooth motion. your knees sink into the cushions on either side of his hips. skirt bunches up around your waist. thin cotton panties against the heavy, hot outline of his cock through his sweats.

“toji- ”

“shut up and grind on me, baby.”

no kissing yet. no stripping. just this - raw, desperate friction.

you roll your hips experimentally. feel the thick ridge of him drag right along your slit through the layers. your clit catches perfectly on the head of his cock, even through the fabric, and you gasp.

he smirks. hands clamp on your ass, spreading you wider, guiding you down harder.

“yeah. like that. fuck - look at you already soakin’ through your little panties.”

you can feel it. the wet spot spreading. his sweats darkening where you’re grinding. the heat of him seeping through. every slow drag makes your folds part around the shape of him, clit throbbing with each pass.

he’s leaking too - precome soaking through his sweats, mixing with your slick. slippery now. obscene.

“faster,” he growls, voice wrecked. one hand slides up under your shirt, palming your tit, thumb flicking your nipple hard. the other stays on your ass, helping you rock. controlling the pace. making sure every grind drags your clit right over that fat tip.

you’re whimpering now. soft, needy sounds you can’t hold back. hips moving on their own - circling, grinding down, chasing that perfect pressure.

“toji- feels so- ”

“i know, baby. i fuckin’ know.”

he thrusts up to meet you. shallow, insistent rolls of his hips that make his cock jump against you. the head nudges your entrance through the soaked cotton - almost pushing the fabric inside. you moan louder than you mean to.

he slaps your ass once - sharp, warning.

“quiet. don’t wake the kids. or i stop.”

you bite your lip. nod frantically. keep moving. faster now. slick sounds filling the dim room - wet fabric sliding, his low grunts, your stifled moans.

he’s close. you can tell by the way his abs tense under your palms, the way his grip turns bruising, the way his cock twitches hard against you every time you grind down.

“gonna come in my sweats like a goddamn teenager,” he mutters, voice strained. “all because my girl can’t keep her needy little pussy off me.”

the words tip you over.

you grind down hard - one last, desperate circle - and come with a choked sob. thighs shaking. clit pulsing against him. fresh slick soaking through everything. your whole body locks up, trembling on top of him.

he follows right after.

hips jerking up. low, guttural groan rumbling in his chest. you feel it - hot pulses of come flooding his sweats, seeping through to smear against your soaked panties. marking you. claiming you in the messiest way.

for a long minute you just pant against each other. foreheads pressed. his hands still gripping your ass like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

then he chuckles - dark, satisfied.

“look at the mess you made.”

you glance down. his grey sweats are wrecked - dark patch spreading from his cock all the way down his thigh. your panties are transparent now, clinging obscenely. strings of your combined slick connecting you when you finally lift a little.

he drags a finger through the mess on his sweats, brings it to your lips.

“clean it up, baby.”

you suck without hesitation. taste salt and him and you.

he kisses you then - slow, filthy, tongue sliding in to chase the taste.

pulls back just enough to murmur against your mouth:

“shower. then bed. and next time you tease me like that? i’m fuckin’ you raw on the kitchen counter while the kids nap.”

you clench around nothing at the thought.

he feels it. grins.

“yeah. that’s what i thought.”

he lifts you off him like you weigh nothing, sets you on your feet. smacks your ass again - lighter this time, playful.

“go on. i’ll clean the couch.”

you stumble toward the stairs on shaky legs, feeling his come and your slick still dripping down your thighs.

and you know, deep down, you’re gonna tease him again tomorrow.

kamiflix

︎▶︎ Big Annoyances (starring . Nanami Kento)

synopsis . Comforting Nanami about his biggest insecurity. content . semi-crackfic, fluff, size kink, slight begging, an insecure nanami, light praise, jerking him off in the mirror, oral sex (m!receiving), etc. (not proofread)

Nanami has always hated how big his cock was.

It sounds stupid to most people off rip but it’s a real hinderance for him. In his opinion, he has extra inches he doesn’t believe are necessary—especially when he knows how to please a woman with much less. Yet somehow, your hand was always running over that same bulge he hates so much and he’s simply incapable of understanding your obsession with it.

All the things that make his face twist up with displeasure whenever he’s staring into the mirror, you seem to drool over. He’s got no clue how he ended up with such a sweet girl but there you were.

In mornings where he pulled up his slacks to head to work, that thickness in between his legs would cause such difficulty for him. He’d zip his pants up just for his cock to practically mold against the damn fabric, sticking out like a sore thumb and making him look like some kind of attention starved whore.

God, he hated that.

And yet there you were, rolling over on the bed after a peaceful night’s rest and then letting your eyes fall down his reflection in the mirror as if you adored every annoyingly extra inch of his. “Kento,” You’d hummed, “You’re doing it again, aren’t you?”

Nanami would roll his eyes too quick for you to see before sighing. “How is it that tailored slacks still manage to fit me this way?”

“You look fine,” You protested, making your way out the bed and over to him.

He shook his head and began to unzip himself before you could even make it over, “It continues to stick out. People stare,” He huffs, glancing back at you for a second as he adds, “Women stare.”

You didn’t seem the least bit surprised to hear that, snaking your arms around his waist and then kissing his shoulder, “Of course they do. I stared when I first met you.”

“You still do.” Nanami argued, turning his head back to his reflection, “And I’ll never understand why. It makes me look… less put together, unprofessional.”

“You look perfect,” Your hands are sneaking their way down his torso now, reaching just past his waistline. “I’ll never understand why you despise this part of you.”

He falls quiet as you push his slacks further down and then slip your fingers beneath his boxers. Warning you with a low murmur of, “Honey.. please.”

“Let me show you how perfect you are, Ken.”

“You spoil me-,” His words cut off as his breath hitches, your fingertips reaching the base of his cock and quickly causing it to stiffen. “But, we don’t have time for this. I have work..” Nanami reminds you.

“I’ll be quick.” You told him, even though you knew you’d be everything but.

fricks

oftentimes choso doesn’t realise just how big he is. he gets into the habit of over-exciting himself and rushing into things before you’re ready for him.

and he’d eat you out for hours if you asked him, make you cum on his fingers with so much enthusiasm he’s practically vibrating. even then, he's so big that pushing into you is always a stretch. sure, a stretch that has your back arching off the mattress and the most erotic of gasps leaving your lips, but a stretch nonetheless. you always need a minute to adjust and calm yourself before he starts moving.

and those few moments of acclimation to his cock have choso nearly vibrating in impatience. he loves you, would never move before you're ready for him, but sometimes you can't help but smile and drag out his need just a little longer than necessary. you're more than ready for him to fuck you into the next day, but you keep your hand on his hip to stop him from moving.

and he's doing everything possible to distract himself from the instinctual urge to pull out and slam his length fully inside of you. he's kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth for some sort of taste of you. he's doing math in his head and digging his fingers into the pillow your head rests on and he's on the verge of tears when you finally give him the nod.

"ohh thank god," the mental flip in his head switches and he's rutting into you like he's been denied for weeks despite having fucked you only hours prior. "thank you thank you thank you."

uhh did not steal this so dont accuse me or ill sound you

fricks

you're starting to suspect that your husband sukuna wants to eat you. ☆

you read this facebook-clickbait story once about a snake stretching out to size it's owner up and see if they could fit in it's belly. and although you feel like a 49-year-old facebook warrior applying these posts to real life, ever since reading the damn post you can't help but notice your husband doing the exact same thing.

he's practically a fucking reptile as is it—cold blooded and mean with sharp fangs and a sense of smell that makes you wary. his excess of limbs is pretty much his only saving grace. without them, you may as well fetch a heat lamp and start feeding him mice.

actually, you think you've caught him dangling a mouse by the tail over his unhinged fucking jaw once. late at night, you'd stumbled out of bed after rolling over to find it empty. you could have been dreaming, but one can never be sure...

you opt not to bring up the snake-shaped elephant in the room. even if he doesn't want to eat you, with your luck bringing it up would only plant a seed in his mind. a thought to dwell on later when one of his three stomachs are growling and you're laid out naked in his bed.

but you notice things. things like the way he looks at you with need in his eyes. some sort of carnal desire that you seriously can't place between lust and 'lunch'. his eyelids get heavy when you walk in a room, raking his gaze up and down your body like he's trying to figure out how full of him you'd be if he laid you down and sheathed himself inside of you then and there.

or how full of you he'd be if he... ate you.

it's not only from a distance either. sukuna is a rough and messy man in all aspects of life, and his nature translates perfectly to the bedroom.

it's late one evening when you finally speak the truth of your conspiracy. sukuna has had a long day killing and maiming and take, take, take-ing, and he's shedding his stress via splitting you open on his monstrous cock.

you're a mess, of course. a proverbial one—mind reeling and eyes rolling back, your breath caught in your lungs, forced out in cycles of soft mewls and more throaty moans with each mean thrust of your husbands length inside of you. you're a mess in that beautiful regard that he loves to spectate.

but you're also a literal mess. your lips are kissed swollen and his last load of cum still lingers on your tongue from the head you gave him. your chest, neck, and fucking face are covered in his spit.

even still, he's leant down, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your neck and following them up with licks that turn into bites and—

"are you going to eat me?"

after dealing with you for long enough to still want to marry you, such a question doesn't faze sukuna enough to stop the roll of his hips into yours. still, he slows down when you speak, and lifts his head to meet your gaze with a scowl.

"shut up, brat. i'll eat you after like always. tch, you've gotten greedy. like i'd lay you down—fuck—without getting a taste."

aha! "so you are going to eat me!" your jaw opens, half shock, half pleasure. "was this whole marriage a ploy? are you that dedicated to your meals? how many have been before me, huh? i don't want to die!"

that stops him.

it's almost worse when sukuna is still inside of you, because you don't have the sweet reprieve of the pull-out to take a break from the stretch. he's fully sheathed and your body is reminding you with each passing second that being full of something as big as his cock probably wouldn't pass a check with the humane society.

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

you're so dick drunk you almost forget to fear for your life. "you're going to eat me."

"yes. eat you, lick you, fuck you with my tongue. it's all the same, what's your problem?"

"well," you pull a face. "no. i mean like... eat me. take-a-bite-and-chew kind of eat."

sukuna shrugs, and you're kindly reminded of the thick arms that hold him up above you, caging you into the bed. "you like it when i bite."

you grimace. sukuna's teeth are sharp, what feels like a nice pinch in the adrenaline-laced moment often needs a few days of aftercare for your fucking wounds to heal. "i don't know how to be more clear. do you want me digesting inside of your stomach in the foreseeable future?"

"eugh." sukuna actually pulls back. the king of curses, who you're pretty sure does eat people, looks disgusted. "you humans and your weird fucking kinks."

"it's not a kink!" you writhe beneath him, your outburst making your core tighten involuntarily around him. god, why is he so big? "well, it is... but not one that i'm particularly interested in practicing with you!"

"then why would you bring it up?" your husband argues.

you eye him. "...facebook."

thanks to the divine seal of your wedding vows, and the love that sukuna has for you despite the weird shit you pull, this revelation of your credible sources makes him smile. it's toothy and sharp and does very little to calm your fears of being eaten just now, but makes you smile in turn.

"what?" you laugh. "it's a real thing! i read this story about a snake who kept sizing up it's owner because it wanted to eat them. it got like... millions of likes."

"do i look like a snake to you?" he narrows his eyes, looking just about as snake-like as you can get. "you think i want to eat you?"

"kind of," you shrug beneath him. "sometimes you look at me like you're hungry. it makes me wonder."

"that's because i am," he says, abruptly pulling out of you. you gasp at the retreat, at the loss of the stretch—sure you complain about his size, but nothing could fill you better. "with you, i'm starving."

"ryomen..." you whisper, watching your husband peck your nose, and then your chin. he moves down your neck in those same sloppy kisses from before, catching a nipple between his teeth as he heads southbound to your aching cunt.

"ravenous," he offers, flattening out his tongue and pushing it against you.

"fuck," you moan in turn, wanting to close your eyes and feel t, but the sight is too much to look away. like a car crash, or your potential imminent demise. what a way to go. "are you talking about eating me, or eating me?"

at that, your evil husband presses a kiss right to your clit, and follows it with a bite. "wait and see."

this is a repost from another account of mine so if you accuse me of stealing this i'll cry so much the streets will flood and then you'll be without roads and do you really have the money to be buying a yacht in this economy? without a sugar daddy?

fricks

dilf!kento thinks it's odd just how hot and bothered you get when he does the most mundane of things.

for example, he'll be getting dressed in the morning: hair mussed and eyes dark from the lack of sleep that parenthood brings. fingers working his belt through the loops in his slacks and fastening the buckle just to be startled by you, having leapt out of bed to drop to your knees before him and suck him off right there in the walk in closet.

or, later on, when he's cleaning up the kitchen after sending the kids off to school, and you walk in to find his sleeves rolled up, humming away to himself as he washes dishes in the sink. of course, the look on his face when he turns to find you already sat on the countertop and beckoning him over is as priceless as it is arousing.

or god forbid he starts paying bills. sitting at the dining table with papers scattered in front of him, pen held in his strong hand as those glasses of his slide down the bridge of his nose. god, he's so pretty when he's concentrated, working with numbers like a whore! he shouldn't be surprised when you weave your way between him and the papers to sit on his lap and start working at hooking him out of his pants. so you can sit on his cock and get your fill.

"keep acting like that, sir, and you're gonna be a daddy again."

he's gruff. tired. so fucking sexy. "i'm going over the credit card statement. did you spend five hundred dollars on—"

"mmm stop talking and fuck another baby into me, ken."

and, because you married the right man, a pair of strong arms are already hoisting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "as you wish, love."

this one’s a repost from webism man we are going all the way back in time to my first jjk blog wow

mishmasho

plug!choso craves you.

plug!choso feels as if he’d just had the worst day of his life when you dont let him lick your pussy. He could stay between your legs for hours, days, maybe even forever if you’d let him. he’d stay there, suckling on your clit, lapping at it with his tongue, gazing up at you with a drunken expression.

plug!choso experiences nirvana whenever he gets to taste you on his tongue, licking your arousal off of his lips after he’d made you cum on his face.

plug!choso would groan at the feeling of your hands tugging his pigtails loose, hair falling beautifully around his face. his hips would rut against the mattress each time your thighs would clench around his head, suffocating him—he might cry if you stopped.

plug!choso would get off on overstimulating you, loving to hear you cry out for him. “Nngh—stop-! Ah—more-c-cho!”

plug!choso loved when you went dumb for him, always pushing his head closer while you babbled nonsense. he loved knowing he had the honor of seeing you like this, a squirming, desperate mess. he’d push his fingers into your sloppy cunt, eyes rolling back as your pussy sucked his fingers in.

“F-fuck—“ he’d moan, his cock throbbing in his pants, aching for release of his own.

plug!choso would sneak one hand down while the other curled inside your gummy walls, trailing down the front of his sweats and down his boxers. He’d rub his thumb over his weeping slit, telling you how hard and needy he was for you while licking at your swollen nub.

plug!choso would cum in his pants the second you praised him, calling him your good boy. he’d nod against your pussy, pleading for you to say it again.

Your praise paired with the taste of your sweet cream would take him to a new high, one that could never be reached using blunts—no matter how perfectly he’d roll them.

choso gets me unspeakably wet

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