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31, he/him, racists and other idiots - gtfo

[ceallachs]

Bakugou felt so attacked he left him on read!! 💘💘

[alexandriaellisart]

mama’s girl

[gamergirl-niffler]

@doumadono LOOK AT YOUR BOY!!

THIS IS SO CUTE 😭😭

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Bat Hour and Hour of the Witches, photography (no AI) by Victoria Veil on Instagram

This artist’s Website // Print Shop

[kcokaine]

big yuji

[nessieartss]

when in doubt just draw sukuna wearing your earrings

[lunargarden-art]

[pillsatoru]

choso has been hiding his dick piercing from you.

“We don’t have to do this..” His voice came out in a whisper. His cock was twitching inside his pants, it was pretty obvious, but he wanted you to be comfortable first. 

“Oh Cho.. I want this so bad. Don’t you?” 

You didn’t need a verbal response from him to know. 

Choso’s whimpers filled the room along with the wet sound of your mouth on his dick. He was practically falling apart under you, cock rock hard, and the way you were kitten licking his piercing wasn’t helping. 

“Shit, baby.” He stuttered. His hand lingered awkwardly above your head, deciding if he should push you further or not. 

You had pulled his pants down to his knees not long ago when he kept staring at you with those cute puppy eyes of his. His head was thrown back, hair came undone. The black locks gathered at his forehead, sticking with the thin layer of sweat that had formed. “Can’t.. Can’t take it..” 

That was a lie. 

He just couldn’t handle not touching you. 

“Knew you were the type to have a prince albert.” You coo’ed, slapping the tip over your tongue, saliva flying out. Choso whined again at your ministrations. Your tongue licked up the vein on his shaft, all the way to his balls. 

“Do you like it?” The poor boy was trembling. 

You took one of his balls into your mouth, sucking gently. “So much, baby.” Choso’s eyes rolled back to his skull when you tugged at his cum filled balls. He never thought he’d lose his virginity inside his music studio, let alone by the girl of his dreams. 

Even with his pubes covering your face, you still looked as beautiful as ever. 

You backed up to take his length in your mouth again, sucking him with hallowed cheeks and half lidded eyes. Drool was dripping from the corners of your lips, landing beneath you. You could tell he was close from his hips thrusting up. 

“Your throat is goddamn warm..” He hissed. 

The metal piercing hit the back of your mouth, tickling you in a way with how cold it was. 

You sucked harder, feeling him twitch relentlessly before cum splurted out. Choso whimpered, “You don’t have to swallow..” 

But of course, you did.  

a/n : have a small drabble while I work on a 10k fic.

[syllysmot]

Grandpa Yuji

[inkedinheat]

the first mistake was that the dorm room door wasn’t locked. the second mistake was assuming anyone would ever see 𝓨𝓾𝓳𝓲 𝓘𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓲 like this.

to the world, especially to people like nobara and gojo, yuji was sunshine incarnate. a sweet golden retriever with fists. he was so earnest and loud. the type of person who blushes at dirty jokes and apologizes more than finding excuses.

right now he was nothing like that.

you were beneath him, pressed into the mattress of his bed. his large frame loomed over you while his cock stretched your pussy wide open. his thrusts were unrelenting and unforgiving. you couldn’t think. you could barely breathe, also because his large hand was wrapped around your throat - tight enough to remind you who was in charge.

your pulse fluttered under his palm as you gasped his name. his warm eyes had turned dark with intent as he fucked you into submission.

“eyes on me,” he ordered.

you knew when he used that voice that he meant business. so, you obeyed. as a reward his thumb shifted to your windpipe, and applied pressure. heat coiled low in your stomach at how effortlessly he controlled the pace, the rhythm, even your breathing.

you were so close, and then— the door swung open.

“yuji, have you heard—”

you didn’t need to turn your head to know who it was. the sheer stunned vacuum of energy gave it away. yuji didn’t move, nor flinch, his hand still rested on your throat.

there was a long, fragile pause.

“what. the. hell. am i looking at?” nobara shrieked.

gojo, for once, didn’t have a witty comment ready. his blindfold hid his eyes, but the tilt of his head screamed theatrical disbelief. “yuji?” he drawled slowly. “is that you? or did sukuna finally decide to redecorate your personality?”

you were frozen and expected fully that yuji would scramble off and turn red. he did no such thing. his gaze flicked lazily toward the door, utterly unimpressed. “we’re busy.”

nobara made a strangled noise. “busy?!”

it felt almost grounding when yuji’s fingers tightened around your throat. even now he was protective as his body shielded yours completely.

“close the door,” he added calmly. “and knock next time.”

gojo’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again theatrically. nobara looked like she had just watched a puppy grow fangs. “since when do you—” she started.

yuji didn’t raise his voice when he held their gaze with an intensity that made even gojo pause. “out.”

there was something in his expression that said this wasn’t a joke, wasn’t a performance. this was his space and his girl.

gojo slowly pushed the door closed with one long finger. “fascinating,” he muttered. “our little golden retriever bites.”

the door clicked shut and the silence returned. yuji exhaled softly, gaze immediately returning to you. the hardness in his eyes melted a fraction. but his dominance stayed.

“sorry,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently along your jaw now. “where were we?” you swallowed as your pussy clenched tightly around his swollen cock. he smiled slightly. “right,” he whispered as he leaned down. “i was about to show you who owns this body.”

[sukuje]

𑣲 teaching choso how to make out

“why are they… eating each other?” 

his expression twisted into one of utter confusion, eyes locked on the screen in front of you. 

usually, you both went for anything action related on movie nights. this time however, you talked him into watching something romantic. 

he, sweetheart that he is, didn’t mind at all, trusting your taste in movies. 

which led to him being all cosy and cuddled up with you under a blanket, innocently enjoying the cute and funny moments.

until…  the couple eventually started making out hungrily after not having seen each other for weeks.

“they’re kissing.” you mumbled, lips stretching into a smile as you held back a chuckle at his lack of knowledge.

it wasn’t his fault, really. he only started living a normal human life as a half-curse a few months ago, discovering what lovers were and did just recently.

“but they’re not kissing like we do.” he furrowed his brows, tilting his head towards you. 

“they’re french kissing.” you corrected. 

“the french kiss like that?” his tone turned from puzzled to curious. after all, he wanted to know all about human life. 

including different cultures’ kissing styles. 

“no- well, yes, but not just the french.” you chuckled, finding moments such as these amusing, yet pretty endearing as well. 

“that’s just the name, it’s basically kissing but with tongue.” 

that made him hum in acknowledgment, turning his face back to the screen. 

“it looks messy.” he didn’t seem to entirely get the appeal of it. 

and then they began moaning. 

his ears tinged a pink hue almost instantly, recognising those sounds from the more intimate acts humans did.

“are they… having sex?” 

god, he was so adorable at times, most times really. actually, all the time. 

it made you break out in soft laughter against his chest. 

“nooo, they’re just kissing, silly. although they might have sex later.” 

the louder growing noises didn’t help his blush at all. it made him feel weird, heat spreading through his body at the thought of you two doing that. 

“why don’t we ever… kiss like that?” he asked hesitantly with his gaze still fixed on the movie, unable to meet the sight of your pretty face right now.

that made you cock an eyebrow, mischief on your mind and replying “do you want to?”

“i dunno…” 

“oh you do.”

“i don’t even know how to do that.” his eyes finally fell onto yours, all timid and bashful. 

“it’s okay, i’ll teach you, cho.” with that you sat up and climbed into his lap as you so often did.

arms slung around his neck and anticipation growing between you both as you stayed this way for a moment. 

“so, um- what do i do?” his hands found purchase on your waist, resting there ever so carefully.

“just mimic what i do, yeah?” 

he nodded subtly, eyes widening as you leaned down to close the distance between you, lips meeting his before he even got to say anything at all. 

it started off like their usual kisses, a prolonged peck where lips just lingered on one another.

and just when he began to believe you might’ve pranked him, your lips shifted against his, moving softly and more insistent now.

he tensed beneath you, a little caught off guard but not pulling away. 

it was more clumsy than not at first, how he tried to imitate the way your lips felt on his and it made him let out a quiet whine without even realising. 

you smiled faintly into the kiss when you felt his grip on your waist tighten the slightest bit, tilting your head a little to deepen it and slowing down just enough for him to keep up.

and when your lips parted somewhat from his, he almost chased back for more, deciding against it though. 

a quiet, shaky breath left him, face warm and crimson tinting it accordingly.

“can we do that again, please…?”

a/n: for my lovely black heart anon (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[seesanguis]

Under the willow tree

For march challenge, I'm a little bit behind but I hope I'll finish every prompt 💚

[reignpage]

In which Pervy roommate!Choso is your personal pussy cleaner

There exists, in nature, a mutually-beneficial dynamic between living things — a symbiotic relationship. Like the bird that eats debris and parasites from a crocodile’s mouth, or the pitcher plant and spiders that live inside it, who feed on the insects trapped by said plant.

Well, you have a sort of symbiotic relationship with your roommate, Choso: you save yourself a trip to the bathroom and he gets to have his fill of depravity. He needs it like air.

All you have to do is croak his name and he’s busting through the door with his beady eyes already fixated on the glistening of the sensitive skin of your thighs. He scrambles onto the bed, pushes your legs apart so he can slot himself between them, and he dives face first right into your cunt. No hi, hello, how are you? 

Only lewd slurrrrrrpssss! and obscene squeeeeelchessss!

“Oh fuck,” he moans right on your clit, lapping up your essences and greedily gulping every ounce down. Choso doesn’t hesitate to slice his tongue down your other hole if so much as one drop escapes him. Within seconds, he already sounds drunk on the taste of you. “I was -hah- starving… light-mmm-headed. T-thought I might pass out.”

It’s a good routine. 

But it comes with its own set of bumps. Like the fact that he will poke and prod incessantly, encouraging you to go finger yourself or ride your toys even when you’re not feeling it. Whether you’re eating, just got back from classes or work, freshly woken up, lounging, Choso’ll give you a small smile and ask, “Aren’t you feeling needy? Maybe your favourite hentai website dropped something good. Don’t you wanna check?”

“Leave me alone,” you demand through gritted teeth. 

You’re starting to think he’s not very focused on cleaning you up in a timely manner at all — you even think he intentionally drags it out, purposely makes you cum once more, or twice, maybe even a third time so there’s more to suck, more to drink, more to take. 

His eyes are glossy, face thoroughly soaked when you yank him back by the hair. He shakes you off and latches himself back onto your clit, wringing out more moans and lurid sounds from your body with the fingers he curls up against your gummy walls. “N-no,” he pleads, voice so pitchy and broken and desperate. “More. Give me -ngh fuck- more. I want more. Don’t push me away. Just lie back a-and let me make myself useful.”

Useful. Right.

So he wants you to pretend he’s not rutting his cock into the mattress of your bed, to pretend you don’t feel the headboard banging against the wall with the force of his grindings, to overlook the sporadic spasming and pornographic whimpers he lets out when he humps the bed to another orgasm. “Fine. One last one, okay?” you tell him.

Choso nods, cheek nuzzling your entire slit so he can feel your juices stick and dry on his skin even hours later. “Yes, yes. One last one.”

Then…

“Or two.”

[tojipie]

choso can last as long as you need him to.

18+, choso x fem reader, smut, marathon sex, cumming dry, cowgirl, college au

choso hasn’t come out of his dorm singlet since finals week started.

and it’s not because of the flu, or exam anxiety. it’s definitely not because he’s been studying.

sex. a lot of it. and not the blushy, fumbling type of sex you'd expect from a guy as quiet as him. the kind of sex that's loud enough to warrant furious knocking on the walls that bar either side of his room from his neighbors that are clearly trying to get a good nights sleep.

fuck, smoke, then fuck again. that’s all the two of you have done since monday morning when you dropped by for a quick round or two of pick-me-up sex to get you through your exams.

and it’s not like a fuck-marathon was his intended plan for finals week. he should be studying, nose in a book at his desk and not, y’know, seven inches deep with his hands clutching the pillows.

“fuck, I think I'm shooting blanks” he whines, face scrunched up with a mix of pleasure and pain. choso's head lolls against the pillows as you ride him with both hands on his heaving chest, bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

“that’s okay.” you breathe, “wanna keep going?” the incessant press of your ass against his hips slows to a tiny roll as you await an answer.

he nods, wordlessly. then clears his throat, screwing his eyes shut as a full body shiver wracks him from head to toe.

"yes--oh fuck." he groans, words coming out garbled. choso's hips jutting up and into you like his body isn't his own. you can feel the way his cock twitches inside of you. how his balls pulse like they always do do when he's about to cum.

except, that telltale feeling of warmth flooding your lower half doesn't come. instead, two strong hands curl unravel from the pillows and curl around your thighs, holding you steady and pliant.

"don't. don't move." he grits, eyes still screwed shut. you swear you hear him stifle a whimper between each word.

"did you just cum dry?" you ask him.

"maybe? I don't know. " he huffs. like the question itself is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. like nothing else matters besides the fact that he's still hard and throbbing inside of you. "think I'm still--" he cuts himself off with a hearty groan, eyes shooting open as another wave of pleasure takes over.

he interlaces your fingers with a shaky hand, cock still twitching up agains that spot that drives you crazy. you watch in pure awe, rolling your hips just the slightest bit to test the waters, and the noise choso makes is so broken you're positive the neighbors have heard you now.

"keep going." he urges. "I know you know how to, c'mon." choso plants his feet against the mattress, using the newfound leverage to pound into you from below. you feel pleasure surge deep inside your belly, sending shockwaves all the way up to your hairline.

"are you sure?" you whimper, nearing on the edge of your, what, fifth? sixth orgasm of the night? his hands are cupping the curve of your ass now, guiding you up and down on his cock with concerning ease.

"until I pass out." he nods, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

[classyrbf]

roommate!choso who catches you humping his pillow…

he doesn’t expect it. When he walks in, the apartment is quiet, your door closed. Everything is normal. He drags his feet down the hall to his bedroom only to find his door cracked open, light pouring out. Did he leave his bedroom light on? Surely not. He’s about to step in before he hears faint whimpers. Slowly, he peaks through the crack of the door, eyes widening when he catches you completely naked on his bed, his pillow between your thighs, humping it.

Your hips are moving desperately, face smushed into his bedsheets, lost in bliss. His mouth goes dry and choso knows he should say something, but he can’t pull his eyes away from you. The way your hips move back and forth, rolling them in circles, so eager to cum. He wonders…did you cum? Did you cum on his pillow? Are you smearing your juices all over it right now? The thought gets his mind racing, feeling his blood rush.

He watches when you sit up on your knees, eyes closed, caught in your own world, completely unaware he’s watching the show you’re putting on. You lay your hands flat against the mattress, whining your hips, almost like you were riding someone. Him? Are you thinking about him? Choso could feel his cock throb against his jeans, balls full and heavy. At this rate he might just cum in his pants.

“Mmph, Chosooo,” you mewl, a pout forming on your face. His heart skips a beat. Did you know he was here? “Nnngh, I want you inside of me,” you gasp. “Want you to make me cum over and over againnnn.”

His breath hitches, sweat clinging to his skin. He feels like statue, stuck in place and unable to do anything despite what his brain is telling him. He wants to barge into the room and fuck you dumb, putting into positions you can’t escape from, just taking his dick until your poor pussy is the shape of him, and all you can do is cum.

“Fuckkk, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, biting your bottom lip. “Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrow in pleasure, eyes rolling back as your body quivers, falling against the bed. You still roll your hips, dragging out every second of your orgasm, overstimulating your swollen clit. You lay there, attempting to catch your breath, breathing in his scent on his sheets, giggling to yourself. “Shit, what time is it?” You reach for your phone on his nightstand, sighing in relief. “He shouldn’t be home for another hour,” you say to yourself.

Choso feels like his brain has been rewired, that entire moment replaying in his head like a movie. Never in his life has his dick been this hard, it almost hurts.

“Mmm, maybe I should do it one last time. I’m just so fucking horny,” you groan.

Choso knows he has to leave or else he’ll literally lose his mind. He quietly steps away from the door, heart thumping against his chest as he speed walks to the front door. He has to get rid of this raging boner somehow. Maybe he’ll just jerk off in his car? Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Actually it sounds like he’s a pussy, too scared to man up and confront you, then fuck you till you’re a babbling mess.

Regardless, he leaves the apartment, nearly sprinting to his car in hopes he doesn’t run into anyone with a hard on. “What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?” He mumbles to himself, locking his door. He sits with himself in silence for a few seconds, staring at the apartment building in front of him. From this point forward, he knows that every interaction with you will lead back to this moment. He’ll be thinking about you nonstop and he’s unsure if that’s a good thing.

“I’m soooo fucked.”

[tiramisooooh]

happy birthday to the best boy, yuji!🐯🌸

[philosophyinateacup]

A helping hand