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u know it's gon' be the slutiest, messiest, sloppiest, hard core sex when the post had sum hentaí banner n the pinkiest color
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a/n: i just need this
d. kaminari + s. hanta + d. kirishima
“fuck baby, just like that.” denki groans, leaning back on the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock.
“denki i just- mmf! denki ‘m so full.”
bang! the front door slams open and snap your neck, continuing to ride denki as his roommates walk in.
“shit.” kirishima covers his eyes, clicking the door shut behind him.
“damn.” sero tilts his head, watching the way your ass jiggles after each sticky smack.
“dude!” kirishima slaps a hand over sero’s eyes.
“sorry.” denki calls out. “left half the blunt in the ashtray.” his hands grab your ass, scooting lower and starts fucking up into you. “fuck baby.” spank!
“we’ll-”
“nghhh!” you toss your head back. “fuck denki, i’m gonna- ahhh!” you gasp, spine straightening as your orgasm washes through you.
“move your fuckin hand.” sero slaps kirishima’s hand away.
“light it and pass it.” denki looks over your shoulder.
“wha- now?” kirishima drops his other arm, trying to look anywhere but at you.
sero is already walking towards the ashtray and taking a seat next to the both of you. “what? denki’s room too dirty for you, sweetheart?” blunt between his lips as he lights it.
“nah, she couldn’t wait.” denki bucks up into you, reaching over as sero passes the blunt.
“shouldn’t you.. like cover up, man.” kirishima winces when you turn to him with a pout.
“don’t like lookin at me, kiri?” you reach for him and his cheeks flush.
“think he likes lookin at you too much.” denki chuckles. “go over there.” he lifts you off his dick and plops you down on kiri’s lap.
“dude!? i- ??” he holds his hands up and squeezes his eyes shut.
“wanna fuck her?” denki lulls his head to the side and you roll your hips.
“can i fuck kiri?” you whine at denki. “please?” you push your lower lip out.
“and what about me?” sero pouts his lips out.
“what do you think baby?” denki offers you a lazy smile. “wanna give my friends a ride?” he passes you the blunt.
“mhm mhm.” you nod quickly, taking a hit and pushing it back into denki’s hand.
you lean forward, pressing your lips to kiri’s and blowing the smoke in his mouth. sero and denki watch at the way kiri flushes under your touch as you shove your hands under his shorts. you whine when his cock pops out, already glistening with little beads of pre.
“‘s big.” you lean back and pump him once before lifting up on your knees.
“bet he’ll cum in 2 minutes.” sero chuckles, watching the way you slide kiri up and down your folds.
“nahh, i give him 5.” denki pushes sero’s chest.
“guys..” he groans as you sink onto his tip. “shut up.” his hands grip your waist as he looks up at you. “pretty. so pretty baby.” he nods as you take inch after inch.
“you’re a pretty baby too.” sero purrs in denkis ear, plucking the blunt out of his hand and dabbing it out in the ashtray.
“wha- hah! fuck sero.” sero’s hand wraps around denki’s cock
“forgot how squirmy you get.” sero thumbs at his underside. “she’s got you fuckin soaked.” he hums, pumping him faster.
you can’t decide if you want to look down at kiri as you suck him in or over at the way sero has denki’s hips jerking off the couch. kiri grinds his hips up and your attention falls to him, eyes fluttering as he repeats the movement. his hands grip your waist as he starts to fuck up into you, not letting you do any of the work.
“shit hanta.” denki can’t help the way he fucks up into sero’s hand.
“gonna cum before ei?” sero chuckles.
“shut up.” denki’s thighs shake.
“nghh!” you’re clinging onto kiri as he pounds up into you.
kirishima has you held tightly to his chest as he snaps his hips up onto yours. your pussy is strangling his cock, your lips brushing against his neck as you whimper right into his ear. his fingers harden into your skin and your walls flutter, thighs shaking, with one more harsh snap of his hips, you cum with a cry of his name.
“shitshitshit.” kiri holds you down on his thighs as he fills you.
you turn your head to the side and find denki sated, breathing heavy with cum all over his abs and sero slowly jerking himself. sero gives you a lazy smile and reaches out a hand to you and you lift off of kiri. sero helps you over to him and slides you right down onto his cock.
“got you all to myself.” he brushes your hair back.
“hanta.” your lashes flutter.
“hm?” he slowly starts to fuck you up and down.
“‘m so tired.” you rest your head on his shoulder. “just.. use me. please.”
“ohhh, i know baby.” he coos, trailing a hand up your spine.
sero scoots down until you’re laying on his chest and he can fuck up into you. each drag out and push back in has your toes curling, little puffs of air leaving your lips and splaying across his warm skin. you press kisses all over his neck, trembling in his arms, breath catching as an orgasm already bursts through you.
“s’okay. i got you.” he rubs your back when he feels the tears on his neck.
“feels s’good.” you’re practically limp in his arms.
you peek out of his neck and see denki staring at you with lidded eyes as he strokes himself. you blink past him and kiri is doing the same, lips parted and letting out little moans. sero bucks up into you and you bury yourself back into his neck.
“focus on me.”
your hands tangle in his hair, gummy walls spasming around him at his low words. he hits that one spot and you gasp, yanking on his hair and he grins. he pushes against it over and over until you’re cumming and whining as he starts to fill you.
“can’t move.” you’re limp against him.
“don’t gotta.” denki rubs your back.
“gonna clean you up real nice.” he hums.
instead of taking you to the bath, they take you to denkis room and lay you back on the bed. each taking turns sucking the cum out of you.
bang! the front door opens and snaps shut.
“denki!!! why does the apartment smell like sex?” you hear katsuki walking down the hall. “you idiots didn’t invite me?”
“kats.” you squirm.
“they make you cum?”
“mhm.” a nod of your head.
“they clean you up yet?” he looks at the way they have your legs spread wide.
“mm-mm.” you shake your head.
“wanna take a bath?” he grins when you nod your head.
Rabbot x reader (angsty argument blurb edition)
you hate fighting with Robby. Because once you do, it gets out of control fast and neither of you thinks fast enough to swallow back hurtful things and take a moment to breathe
when Jack is there, it sometimes tones down to some bickering and eye rolls and everything is forgotten in half an hour. When he's not though...
You've retreated into the guest room no one ever uses, still dressed in Robby's stupid shirt and crying stupid tears because of stupid Robby. The fight was stupid too, you can't even remember what started it.
But before you knew it, his voice got louder and so did yours and he called you pushy and you said he didn't even want to get better
Both of you had slammed the door behind yourself. Jack is at work. Hours pass where you both don't come out to reconcile.
At some point, you fell asleep and wake up to the soft feeling of knuckles brushing the tears away, nearly making you flinch stubbornly because for just a second, you think it's Robby
"What happened, sweetheart?" Jack looks at you, without judgement but with the frown on his face only you and Robby are able to bring out. The fight is written all over the quiet apartment. He did not even have to talk to Robby first to know.
"I don't want to talk about it." Your voice is still wobbly and you want to squirm away, but Jack is already there, not letting you.
"You don't have to tell me anything, baby. Tell him."
"No."
He leaves the guest room for now with a deep sigh. It's seven in the morning and here he is, trying to mend the broken pieces you two have left. Robby and you should've been pressed together underneath the covers, your cheeks rosy from Robby's body heat while he held you close, not like this. Not apart.
Jack can tell Robby has been crying.
The two of them stare at each other for a moment, silently communicating. Jack knows Robby feels fucking awful before he even opens his mouth.
"She's right there, man. Just talk to her. Make it right. She's been crying. Just- you gotta love her. You've gotta. Otherwise this won't work."
"I do. Fuck, I- of course I love her. It's just-"
"Is it so hard to believe she loves you too? That she cares?"
Jack leaves him with that question. While he's making three cups of tea, exhaustion clinging to his shoulders, Robby is silently crossing through the living room past him and disappears into the guest room.
Jack doesn't need to eavesdrop. He's close enough to hear deep, mumbled words and a few shaky sniffles before the bed squeaks and Robby and you hug it out, his large hand stroking your hair while you bury your face in his chest and cry
And when he sees Robby coming out with you in his arms, kissing your temple like you're the most precious thing in the world, he knows it'll be enough for today.
a detailed make out sesh, dry humping, and teasing OVER straight up smuts EVERY SINGLE TIME.
# CASANOVA
I KNOW YOU WANT ME, SO WHY WON’T YOU ACT LIKE IT ?
sum: when you reject fratjo because of his playboy reputation, can his frat brothers—and real brother—help him win you over & prove he’s not a player ?
cast: fratjo (‘sato’ gojo) ◞ nerdjo (‘toru’ gojo) + frat! jjk men (‘sigma-chi’) : geto ◞ toji ◞ sukuna ◞ nanami 𓏲 gallery here !
NICE GUY TACTICS #1: STOP TALKING, START LISTENING !
taught by: nanami kento
“maybe if you listened to y/n as much as you spoke, she’d finally give you a chance.”
ΣX
at a desk behind a bookcase somewhere in birge-carnegie library, nanami kento has a book in his hands & sato gojo’s voice in his ears.
“—rich, handsome, charismatic, compassionate,” sato counts the words on his fingers. “i’m all these things and y/n still rejected me! can you believe it, kenny?”
nanami kento does not give a fuck.
4PM thursday means a box of timbits & the latest volume of nanami’s new favorite BL manhwa. he’s trying to root for cirrus as he pursues his love interest, skylar, but sato gojo’s whining in his ears makes concentrating very, very difficult. nanami snaps his book shut.
“first of all, can you please sit like a child of God?”
across from him, sato gojo is all loose limbs & no decorum; legs open & spread over the mahogany table as he leans back just enough to rock in the wooden chair. he has his arms folded behind his head but when kento snaps, he sits up. his lips are tugged in a stubborn, trying-to-be-cute frown:
“kento,” sato pouts. “help me.”
nanami kento drags a palm over his face. his collar feels tight on his neck & his fingers twitch over his book but sato has his lips pouting & lashes fluttering across from him. if helping out means sato will leave him alone to focus on reading lost in the cloud, who is he to refuse?
RULE #1: TALK LESS, LISTEN MORE !
sato gojo finds you somewhere on the second floor.
[𝜗℘] :: sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone catches him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the gardens.
゛ tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size diff. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit. breeding. overstim. reader gets called ‘little girl, doll, slut’ :: wc. 1.5k
“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought.
the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.
you feel sorry for the servants who’re doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches, acting like they’re not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance.
if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.
texts with husband!jack abbot
jack abbot x reader
warnings - 18+ please! suggestive in the end, featuring robby, jack jealousy+lowk insecure, reader doesnt have established pronouns yet
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a/n - ok so again this happened to me.. on the second slide when it has robby say "who ever calls you michael nobody hence why hes jealous" pretend its reader saying that😭
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༄.° choso is getting attached to you.
♯ really need to step up my writing skills.. please never get bored of my domestic choso
Dating Choso for a few months had been surprisingly normal.
At first, he was quiet, respectful of your space, and very careful with every touch.
Honestly, you thought he'd always be that shy. How can you not? He'd hold your hands gently, sitting closely but not too close, and ask before kissing you.
Then somewhere along the way, something changed.
Maybe he was getting comfortable. But whatever the reason was, your boyfriend slowly transformed into the clingiest man alive.
"Choso."
"Hm?"
You turned your head to look at him, letting out a small laugh. "Why are you standing there?"
He blinked once. "I missed you."
You tilted your head. "I was gone for five minutes, to the bathroom."
"It felt longer," He frowned slightly.
You laughed under your breath, turning back toward the kitchen counter. "You're getting clingy."
Quiet footsteps approached behind you.
Then, you felt his warmth behind you. His arms slipped around your waist with his chin settled on top of your head, like this had become a second nature to him.
"Choso," you sighed fondly. "I'm trying to cook here."
"You can still do that," he murmured.
"Not when my boyfriend is attached to me."
"I like being close to you."
Over time, he grew clingier in small ways.
Hand resting on your thigh whenever you sat next to each other, quietly following you around the apartment, pulling you back into bed whenever you tried getting up.
Today was no different.
You had almost escaped, almost.
Your foot was already on the floor, ready to start the day.
Then the mattress dipped behind you. A sleepy groan echoed through the room before something warm enveloped your waist.
"Mm, stay," he grumbles.
You laughed quietly. "Good morning to you too," you whispered.
You glanced over your shoulder to look at him. His hair was a mess, eyes barely open as he clung to you.
"Too early," he mumbled as he buried his face deeper against your back.
"It's almost ten."
"So?"
"So.. it's not early?" You said, rubbing his hair.
His arms tightened slightly around your waist as you tried to move again.
"Just stay."
You sighed. "I need to get up."
Suddenly, you were pulled backward onto the mattress with a surprised laugh. Choso immediately curled around you again.
"Hey!" You tried to push him, playfully, but he won't move.
You turned slightly in his hold, only to find him already staring at you with those sleepy eyes.
"Let's make a deal, Cho," you said suddenly.
Choso blinked once before propping his head with his hand.
"What deal?"
"You let me get out of bed," you added. "And when i come back, we can cuddle all day. Maybe we can have lunch in bed?"
Choso went quiet immediately.
Slowly, his grip on your waits loosened.
"Lunch in bed?"
"Mhm."
"Together, right?"
You laughed softly. "Of course."
Choso hummed thoughtfully, still unconvinced. But after a moment, he finally let his arm fall away from your waist.
"Fine," he mumbled. "But make it quick."
You smiled triumphantly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Deal."
The second you pulled away, Choso caught your wrist again.
"Can you bring me with you?"
You tilted your head. "To.. where?"
"Wherever you're going."
"Wherever i'm going," you repeated, trying not to smile. "Even when i'm brushing my teeth?"
"Mhm," Choso nodded against the pillow. "I'll wait."
You stared at him for a moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.
"You're actually attached to me now."
Choso leaned in to the kiss, looking completely unashamed. "I don't see a problem."
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choso being clingy..like really clingy .ᐟ.ᐟ
You’ve had a huuuge problem from the moment you woke up, it was choso your clingy boyfriend. His strong build rests atop of you as he snores into your neck. His warm breath behind your ear, about twenty minutes ago he mumbled a bunch of nonsense as you tried to get up from bed.
The only thing you caught was ‘stay here with me, five more minutes’ and though choso is a man of his word, it’s past twenty minutes.
“Cho,” you say attempting to lift his sleeping body from on top of you, “choooo” you drag out. “hmm, baby I want to stay here.” he murmurs. “on top of you.” he presses lots of kisses to your neck. “can you move your girls day to another date?”
You huff, “I canceled on them ONCE and now you want it to become a frequent thing—no, choo I’ve gotta get ready” he lifts his head from your neck, sleepy eyes locked onto your pleading ones. “you’re so perfect..” he murmurs.
“Can I atleast help you get ready? please?”
“I have to shower first.”
“Can I shower with you, baby?” he leans down and kisses your lips. You snort, “fine..but only shower that’s it.”
“What kind of a guy do you take me for hm?”
“A perv.”
You two make it into the shower, and fuck, Choso was just not listening today. He held you by the waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he relentlessly pounds into your soaked pussy. “f-fuck baby you feel so good.” You whine, your hot breath on his neck. “Ch-choso you’re such an asshole.”
“I told you we should only sho-“ and before you could finish your train of thought his pace picks up, leaving no mercy for you. “y/n, can I see your face?” The hot water trickles down your back as you sit up making immense eye contact with him. “what?” he smiles.
“There’s my pretty girl, we’re almost done I’ll wash you up after.”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
You tried on many different outfits but you just couldn’t find anything. “Choooo” you drag out, he immediately comes running you can hear him trip on his way. “Yes?” You snort, “I can’t find anything to wear.” You pout.
“And that’s what I’m here for.” He takes a seat on the chair by your vanity. “Cmon baby give me a fashion show.” He grabs some chips that were disregarded on a night stand. “My game could wait.”
The first few outfits already had him foaming at the mouth, “Fuck, baby I don’t want you to leave.” His fists are clenched, trying to restrain himself. You smile to yourself, “no can do.”
The moment you walked out in the fourth outfit, he moved immediately. Standing over you and gripping you by the waist. “Can I suck your pussy? I want to—“ he goes on his knees, unbuttoning the low rise shorts as you yelp. “Cho we just showered.” He shakes his head. “I don’t care, I want to taste you, your sweetness baby.”
You let out a sigh, as he pulls your panties aside. “Wanna sit on my face?” You knew you weren’t gonna be able to leave the house at all today. “fuck you cho,” you murmur as you lower your body onto his tongue.
jeez choso let your girl go out !! anyways what do you guys wanna see? Leave requests!! Luv you - Dea
[𝜗℘] :: being bullied because you’re true form!sukuna’s favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. but when he finally notices the harassment, he doesn’t hold back.
゛ tags. concubine!reader, fluff, angst :: wc. 2.2k
“she’s got nothing going on for her,” “right? i don’t get what he sees in her,” “tch—he’s only using her for her body anyway,” “duhh. he can’t be pleased by her looks. i mean, she’s really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ‘nother hole to use. . .”
and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they can’t care less if you hear what they say.
ALWAYS GO OLDER
─── Jack Abbot x reader smut
synopsisa patient tells you older is always better, Jack wants to know if you can confirm that.
warningsSMUT. MDNI. Oral (f and m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, slight dom Jack, penetration, p in v. language
authornotei dont even think god will take me after this one. this aint proofread
“So you think older is better?”
“Like anything good,” said Lu as you cleaned out her leg, pulling the light over to find the grit. “Like cheese... wine... sex.”
only talking to sukuna's stomach mouth when he pisses you off
Sukuna’s developed an irritating habit. Whenever he’s fed up with you, or whenever he doesn’t want to entertain one of your questions, he’ll simply stay quiet and gesture towards his stomach. It’s kind of like saying ‘talk to the hand’. But in his case, it’s ‘talk to the stomach mouth’.
Then his stomach mouth will shoot you this wide, smug grin, like it’s more than happy to converse with you. And you’ll just toss up your hands and groan, annoyed that your husband won’t even bother to speak with you face to face.
But recently you've taken Sukuna up on his offer, turning the tables to give him the silent treatment while still chatting away with his stomach. Because Sukuna underestimated just how much that mouth of his likes to rile someone up. Even if it’s the rest of his body.
Now, Sukuna’s lounging on the bed, limbs draped carelessly along the mattress. He’s trying to feign indifference. Trying to pretend he’s unphased by the fact that you haven’t spoken to him in four whole days.
But you know better. You see the slight clench in his jaw, the scowl that deepens on his face each time he steals a look your way. He watches as you sit by the window, gazing at the scenery outside.
When the silence stretches on longer than he can bear, Sukuna sets his pride aside to clear his throat and ask, “Are you still doing this?”
You don’t even spare him a glance, continuing to look out the window. “Middle Mouth,” you say, “will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I have no idea what he’s talking about?”
Sukuna scoffs in disbelief, but that mouth of his flashes its teeth and singsongs, “Sukunaaaa. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I heard you,” Sukuna huffs, speaking to you instead of his stomach.
He hates this whole situation. Hates that you're not speaking with him. Hates that you’ve given his stomach mouth a nickname. And he hates that the mouth is entertaining it at all.
His jaw clenches once more, and he sighs before saying, “You’re ignoring me.”
He’s not wrong. For almost a week, you’ve been avoiding your husband, refusing to interact or even look at any part of him other than his stomach maw. But despite all of his sulking and sour moods, you act as if nothing is amiss.
“Middle Mouth, will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I am not ignoring him. You and I just had a lovely conversation, didn’t we?”
“Sukunaaaa,” the mouth singsongs again. “She isn’t ignoring you…well, me.” That grin returns, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Why didn’t you start speaking with your husband’s stomach mouth sooner? He really is entertaining.
“Stop that. Don’t humor her,” Sukuna scolds.
“Middle Mouth, you can converse with me as you please.”
“I intend to,” his maw replies.
Sukuna’s eyes narrow, but he’s not sure whether to direct his glare at you or his abdomen. “How long do you intend to keep up these antics?”
You brush an imaginary piece of lint from your clothes and say, "Middle Mouth, please inform the rest of Sukuna that I’m still waiting on a proper apology from him."
“I’m warning you, do not–”
“Sukunaaaa. She is waiting for a proper apology from you.”
Sukuna stares murderously down at his lower half. He’s finally met his match. The only ‘enemy’ that he can’t silence by force. Himself.
And secretly, you think that he slightly enjoys that you’re speaking with his stomach mouth. It shows him that despite this silent treatment, you still desire some form of communication with him.
So he’ll put up with the teasing, the inside jokes, and the fact that his wife is being stolen by his own body.
You decide to press your luck a little bit further, and say something you know will send your husband over the edge. “Middle Mouth–”
“Not again,” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back.
“Do you remember what I told you? What we talked about last night?”
“What?!?" Sukuna demands, sitting up abruptly and sending the covers around him flying.
“Oh, I remember,” his maw says, immediately grinning and playing into it.
“Well, I was thinking about it and–”
“Why are you speaking with my wife at night?”
“Our wife. And what we discuss during late hours does not concern you.”
“Anyways, as I was telling you, Middle Mouth, before I was rudely interrupted–”
“No. This ends now."
In seconds, Sukuna’s beside you, all 7 feet of him towering over you intimidatingly. He rubs a hand across his jaw, like he has to physically force the words out of his mouth. “I.. apologize for not answering when you asked me which of my cocks I urinate from.”
“…”
“The answer is both of them.”
Immediately, your mood lifts. You turn away from the window, smiling and facing your husband like nothing was ever wrong. “Apology accepted.” And then to his stomach mouth, “We’ll continue our conversation later.”
a/n: idk why the mouth is referring to him in third person...js to be annoying ig lol
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summary: coworker!clark kent getting jealous of the new photographer flirting with you warning: 18+ needy and jealous clark, three some, gender neutral reader note: enjoy!
[𝜗℘] :: only you are worthy to kiss true form!sukuna & no one else :: tags. concubine!reader, fluff, suggestive.
you’re standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. you’re all awaiting the one person you’re serving; ryomen sukuna.
it’s silent. the women don’t dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraume’s presence. you’re thankful for them. you really don’t want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.
you’re all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. it’s official business, but you’re needed as a sign of your lord’s high status. you’re basically his trophies that he likes to show off.
“interesting choice of clothing,” sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that he’s addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, “who’s chosen that for you?”
you glance down at your kimono. it’s a beautiful red—suiting the color of sukuna’s eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.
him.