Stepbrother!Shidou Who laughs straight into your face, loud and mocking, when his father introduces you and your mom to him. You can't be serious Dad! You're kidding, right? Didn't find something better than this? It's meant to insult you, to show his disapproval about anyone who isn't his deadbeat mom that left 10 years ago and that he still deeply resents. His dad and him are doing just fine on their own. He doesn't need a new mother or a stupid sister.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who takes every chance to make you feel unwelcome. He uses your cosmetics to tick you off. Holds random stuff you want to use up and out of your reach just to make you jump pathetically. He takes your favorite sweater to clean the dirty ass studs on his football boots. He occupies your bathroom in the mornings, taking twice as long as every girl you ever met, just to 'forget' flushing. All of that accompanied by his cocky grins and smirks and taunting laughs when he's mimicking something you said or did.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who claims to hate your annoying ass every time he's asked, but somehow always circles inside your orbit. It's like you can't get a single second of peace with him by your side. He's throwing himself beside you on the sofa, stealing the remote to watch football and when you complain to your mom, she just tells you to be nice. He's sitting next to you in every class, always interrupting your focus at the worst possible time with stupid comments nobody cares about and when you complain to the teacher, he just sends you two to detention with a look of disappointment. Not even his father seems to be on your side when all he does is shake his head and tells you two to get along whenever you're ranting out your anger.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who's an ass, but hates when other people look down on you. Two guys ridiculing you during PE? Both of them end up with a full force volley straight to their faces. A group of girls giggling about you sitting alone at lunch? He drops his tray of miso soup right on top of their little leader before sliding into the seat next to you, arm thrown over your shoulder and stealing your last meatball. "Hey sis, this seat taken?" He's the only one allowed to exploit your insecurities.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who unceremoniously bursts through every closed door you are behind without knocking. You take an everything shower and are already stressed out because shaving takes longer than expected and you have to wash out your hair mask? He's suddenly there, ignoring your high pitched yelp and shouts to leave while taking a piss. He doesn't understand what you're fussing over so dramatically. You're family now and it's not like he's never seen a naked little lady before... Although he appreciates the view of you all dripping wet and naked more than he probably should.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who does the same thing again at the worst possible time when you try to wind down from a stressful week inside your room. The lights are dimmed, some random playlist on speakers to make yourself seem busy from the outside as you are laying with your panties halfway down your legs and your shirt bunched over your tits. You try to get in the mood despite him yelling something about a missed opportunity to score in his room—blending out everything when pleasure rises. And then he's there, in your doorway, cheshire grin on his lips and slender eyes glimming in amusement.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who steps in without being asked even when you scramble under the blanket and throw your pillow at him. He's laughing about how stupid you look all shaky breaths and desperate touching and that he can give you plenty of tips to help you get off instead of whatever clumsy attempts you were having. He leaves with a casual shoulder shrug after you threaten to shout for help, but has to subtly adjust the fit of his sweatpants after closing the door behind himself.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who stumbles through the front door in the middle of the night, coming back from a party completely drunk. The noise has you check in on him while he's trying to get the microwave to heat up leftover pizza from the fridge. When you take over with a tired sigh, his arms circle your waist and you can smell his breath—alcoholic sweetness mixed with smoke—as soon as he tilts his head to smile at you. For once it's not condescending, but affectionate in a way that has your cheeks warming and the feeling stirring in your gut is almost enough to creep you out.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who's now sharing pizza with you inside his room while trying to sober up. It's awkward, sitting beside each other and eating pizza while you have nothing to talk about... So instead of listening to you clearing your throat every few minutes or fearing you start talking about boring shit like the weather and stuff, he occupies your mouth by sticking his tongue between your teeth.
Stepbrother!Shidou Whose head clears up instantly when you reciprocate the kiss and he realizes you two are caught up in a messy make out session—you on his lap, shirts torn off to feel more than just the heat of the moment and whimpering into each other's mouth. Your fingers are tangled in his hair while his hands grip the flesh off your ass to keep you close and flush against his chest. Fuck! Aren't you supposed to be an annoying brat?
Stepbrother!Shidou Who calls you disgusting for making out with your stepbrother and you just tell him to shut up if he wants to shove his cock somewhere else then the cheap cocksleeve he hides inside his desk drawer tonight. He laughs loudly at your comeback, louder than intended, and he only shuts up with a groan when you palm him through his pants, resuming to kiss you fiercely before you change your mind.
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“stay fucking still, bunny.” habit muttered under his breath, an arm wrapped around your waist.
you whined, a little breathless, legs shaking over his own as you pressed back against his chest. your eyes were unfocused and glassy as your hips twitched, trying to meet his movement.
habit had two fingers buried in your cunt while he was sucking deep purple bruises on your neck. wet noises mixed with your moans filled the bedroom.
the tip of his fingers hit that sweet little spot that made your eyes roll and your jaw drop. small chants of ‘please, please, please’ left your mouth, orgasm so close that you could almost taste it.
until he stopped.
his fingers left your cunt with an embarrassing pop! you whined, shaking your head. he’s been doing this to you for the past hour; fucking you with his fingers, bringing you to the edge and denying it to you over and over.
“you’re so mean,” you whimpered, voice laced with desperation and frustration as your legs shook.
he laughed quietly against your ear, “huh uh. am i?”
he kept his arm wrapped around your waist as his free hand moved behind him. your unfocused eyes widened at the sight of a big knife. by the look of it, and considering his sick mind, it could probably be a machete.
you bit your bottom lip as you pressed the back of your head to his chest while he tapped the blade of his knife against your mouth.
“open,” he mockingly cooed, “give your new friend a lil kiss.”
you pressed your mouth against the blade before parting your lips, letting your tongue lick a long stripe from the handle to the tip of the knife.
“good girl.” he praised, amused.
you glanced down as he dragged the blade from your mouth all the way down your body.
“now,” he said, “i know it’s gonna be real hard for your little brain to understand, but you gotta stay still or i’ll end up cutting your cunt. that’d be a real shame. got it?”
you nodded, already dazed.
he pressed the knife against your wet pussy, letting you feel the cool blade before turning it around in his hand. with little effort, he pushed the handle past your folds and into your hole, making you mewl in pleasure. your eyes rolled back at the new sensation as your thighs tensed up.
“bet your pussy’s squeezing the shit out of it.” he mocked, “like a slut.”
he thrusted the handle back and forth at a fast pace, not letting your brain catch up with the fact that you were getting fucked with a knife, and that he wasn’t stopping.
your moans were embarrassingly loud and so desperate that it would have made you feel mortified if you were lucid enough.
habit kept watching you with the same curiosity a cat would have to an aware mouse; eyes tracking your every move, your every micro expression.
being denied for so long made the orgasm come faster than you expected, and it was so intense that you stopped breathing.
your cunt squeezed and throbbed around the handle, habit’s hand held the blade so tightly that it cut his palm. he paid it little attention as he kept staring at you.
only when you stopped sobbing and trashing did he take the handle out of you.
he brought his bloody hand to your face, smearing all the blood around your face before pressing his palm against your mouth, and you dizzily lapped at the cut.
with his other hand, he brought the soaked handle to his lips, taking it in his mouth as he sucked it clean.
“atta girl.”
“you’re actually so mean.” you grumbled sleepily, eyes half lidded.
Gojo's the type of man who helps you take off your shoes after a long stressful day at work. He picks you up. Carries you to the sofa bridal style. And massage your ankle, up your calf to help you relax. It's delivery food and trashy movies until you fall asleep. Sitting in his lap and curled up into his chest. He gives you a sweet little kiss to the crown of your head while tucking you into bed.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, hybrid!au, dom!dog hybrid!katsuki,cat hybrid!brat!sub!fem!afab!reader, somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, thigh fucking, rut, heat mention, pinv, degradation, ROUGH SEX, hate sex lowkey, sniffing (reader receiving), medication (not a component to the sex (maybe), MEAN katsuki (it’s bc of his rut… #pmsing), knotting, biting, implied marathon sex, creampie, groping
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my previous account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: after making a deal with your fellow pet that you’d help him with his rut, he takes advantage of your offer, even if you are pretending to sleep.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~2.6k
hot.
heavy.
wet.
hard.
smushing your face deeper into the pillow you were holding tightly on to, you try to ignore the weight of katsuki’s chest pressing firmly against your back. for the past few days, due to his upcoming rut creeping closer, the dog hybrid spent every waking moment… sniffing you.
whether you were in the kitchen, the living room, or halfway down the hall — fresh out of the shower, sticky from a day in the sun, or still smelling faintly of the salmon you’d just eaten — he would pull you close, and bury his nose in the crown of your hair, acting as if he were intoxicated by your scent. you weren't sure if he did it just to get on your nerves — since you had agreed to help him during this time, the same way he helped you with your heat last week — or because he genuinely couldn’t control himself; but, either way, this meant that your mornings as of recently had begun to take on a much too familiar routine— one that started with the groggy rumble of his breath down your neck, followed by long inhales and warm exhales that sent shivers down your spine despite yourself. every time he shifted closer, or snuck a compulsive lick— you had to stop yourself from cursing izuku under your breath; if not for your beloved owner’s insistence that you sleep in katsuki’s bed — waving off your protests with a fond, “he misses you so much when you’re apart” — you would probably have never found yourself here in the first place.
and so, wearing only an oversized shirt and no shorts, his warm, rough palms slid easily against the soft skin of your stomach, fingertips juuust threatening to graze close to the juncture of where your legs met. his nose brushed lazily against your nape, and a deep groan escaped him as he pressed his lower half against your ass, a bulge growing thick and hard in his sweatpants. you weren't worried about it though, as it was probably just some morning wood— after all, at least according to katsuki, his rut wasn't due for a couple of more days. if anything, you were just annoyed. still, you wouldn't let his humping disturb your rest, trying to cling onto sleep for as long as you could manage to. you knew that if you let katsuki know you were up, he would expect you to help him with his problem, and you were trying to avoid giving into the desires of someone you claimed to “hate.”
you had to admit, nevertheless, that it was getting increasingly hard to ignore him— and even more to stay quiet, especially when his breathing seemed to get heavier, and the grinding was intensifying; each roll of his hips was causing your form to jerk forward with it's desperate movement. it wasn't until you heard the soft rustle of fabric — his sweats being pulled down — followed by the feeling of his bulbous cockhead nudge between your tightly pressed thighs, that your breath hitched, realization unfurling that katsuki's prediction was off.
at the soft sound, katsuki froze, mentally reeling back as he fought to suppress his urges. his fingers flexed against your hips — tentative yet aching — as he found himself caught between hesitation and raw, desperate desire. beads of sweat trickled steadily down his brow, each drop a testament to the rising, coiling heat in his loins, the warmth threatening to consume him whole in its insistent hunger. as his instincts began to whisper the justifications he needed to dull his reason, the lines of his moral compass started to blur. thus, after a brief inner conflict, rationale gave way to desire, and he guided himself between your legs.
initially, his movements were restrained, almost tender, as if afraid of waking you, or perhaps wanting to preserve the delicate softness you exuded at the moment. however, as the tip of his dick brushed against the thin cotton covering your folds, accumulating pre-cum slicking the fabric, along with the insides of your thighs with every surge of his hips, his already thready control began to crumble, and your lips pressed tightly together when it did, trying to stifle any possible sounds that might escape. you could feel a heat pool in your core as he continued to thrust more intensely, the heavy slap of his balls against your skin echoing throughout the room, before its sound sank into your bones, igniting your every nerve with want. still, you remained quiet, doing your best to pretend as if you were dead asleep.
that's why, when his thumbs dug harshly into the supple flesh of your hips, and his movements took pause — despite the way his length twitched against your inner thighs — you wondered if he was simply taking a breather before soon continuing on to eventually finish. however, as his ragged panting ghosted close to the shell of your ear, your heart nearly stopped as understanding that this was not quite the case crept in.
“y’know,” katsuki gruffs out, voice low and strained, “if you’re up— you could make good on your promise, instead of just lying there like a pervert.”
your body’s natural reaction to tense up in the face of such confrontation instantly betrays you, making it impossible to pretend that you were still sleeping; a heat flooded your face as you let out a quiet scoff. “h-how am i the pervert? you’re the one who's…” your words trail off as you glance downwards, noticing how the crown of his cock peeked through the front of your thighs.
“well,” he clicks his tongue, shifting slightly, “i’m fucking burning up here — feels like my dick’s gonna explode — what’s your excuse for being so wet?”
resisting the urge to buck your hips, a sound of faux incredulousness escapes your lips at his bluntness. “i am not wet…”
“you’re really gonna lie to me? i can smell it.”
having no response, you bury your face deep into your pillow once more, another shiver dancing along your spine as his hot breath grazes your nape, the memory of him biting the spot last week flashing through your mind.
“so,” he says flatly, impatient, letting only a brief beat to pass, “you gonna help me or what?”
“do i have to?” you groan, dragging the words out, “i just woke up...”
it was almost commendable how much self-control katsuki managed to maintain given the circumstances. at your feigned reluctance, his eyes narrow, and he has to shove down the impulses urging him toward more dishonorable action. “yes, you do,” he explains, knowing blatant force wouldn't get him anywhere, “you promised. damn, do you always have to act so prissy?”
“i’m not prissy,” you huff, your tail tip flicking. “you’re just too rough.”
he barely stops the snarl your brattiness rips out from his throat, eyes squeezing tight as he forces himself to stay as composed as he can. “am i supposed to be like izuku?” he asks, tensely.
“yes,” you answer expectantly, much to his annoyance.
“well,” he sneers, “i’m not— but, maybe if you stop being a brat, i’ll say something nice to you. deal?”
“just one nice thing?”
“jesus— multiple nice things. you gonna open your legs or what?”
another frustrated huff escapes you as you “begrudingly” shift to lie on your back, the sound mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets. above you, katsuki — face flushed and glistening with sweat — hovers, watching intently as your fingers find the hem of your shirt. as you lift it up, revealing not only the damp spot on your panties but also the soft curve of your stomach and the gentle swell of your breasts peeking out, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken. without preamble, he leans in close, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, and tearing them down your legs, before finally tossing them aside.
“damn,” katsuki says with a groan, watching as arousal drips from your now bare slick heat down to your quivering thighs, his dick throbbing at the idea of relief being so close within his grasp, “i think your pussy might be the one decent thing about you.”
before you have the chance to register what he's just said and be offended accordingly, the thick, flushed head of katsuki's cock presses against your entrance, and a mewl catches in your throat as he pushes forward with deliberate pressure, bullying his way past the initial resistance. inch by inch, your body yields to him until he's fully sheathed inside you, stretching you out to a delicious fullness that makes your toes curl against the sheets.
“w-was that supposed to be something nice?” you choke out, brows knitting together as you bite your lower lip to suppress a moan.
he doesn't respond to you immediately, too busy gasping over how hot your cunt is and how it clamps down so snuggly around on him, trying his best not to drool over the sensation. “i didn't say i wasn't going to say anything mean,” he mumbles finally, before pulling out until just the tip remained inside you and slamming back in to the hilt.
from there, he sets a hard and driving rhythm, each thrust kissing your cervix, over and over. you can't help but let out a series of squeals at the brutal pace, yet the sound is somehow barely audible beneath his guttural moans. his grip around your waist tightens with even more frantic intensity than before, forcing your back to arch as if seeking to reach impossible depths, seemingly consumed by a thorough conviction that if he didn't paint the walls of your pussy white in totality, he could, no, would, somehow die.
“k-katsuki!” you cry out, the wind nearly knocked out from your lungs as his chest presses up against yours before burying his head into the crook of your neck, as if to soak up the supposed scent you've been emitting this week. “you, you stupid mutt— that's too deep!”
despite your complaint, his pace doesn't falter— if anything, it becomes more intense, almost bruising in nature. “call me that again,” he grits out, teeth nipping your pulse point in warning, “and i’ll make fucking sure you can’t walk straight for another week.”
although you know you shouldn't, you act against your better judgement, your mouth moving faster than your brain. “i'm not scared of you, freaking, freaking fleabag...”
he lets out a low, mean laugh at your scoff, his nails digging into your sides as his cruel temperament finally begins to spill out. “yeah? fuck, it’s like you’re begging for me to be mean to you. is that what you want? y’want me to fucking wreck this little pussy? want me to fuck the bitchiness outta ya?”
in his growing deliriousness, you’re not given the opportunity to answer his onslaught of questions, as katsuki abruptly decides to jackhammer furiously into you before you can, relishing in how you moan and writhe underneath him.
“ah! wait, k-katsuki! i’m sorry— oh my gosh!—”
“you’re not sorry,” he spits out, leaving a trail of harsh bites down your neck, and keeping you still when you try to run away from the overwhelming pleasure, “fucking gushin’ ‘round me ‘cause you like being treated like this. am i right?— hey, answer me.”
as his hand seizes you by the chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze, you force yourself to nod, desperate for him to let up. “y-yes!” you stammer out, pleasure melting your brain, and bringing you close to the edge, “i do, i d-do!”
“yeah, i already know,” katsuki grumbles, a low hiss escaping him as your nails rake down his back, leaving angry, red welts in their wake. “y’like taking this 'mutt' dick? y’gonna cum because of a ‘mutt?”
“i—” you start, only for a sloppy moan to be torn out your throat as his cock repeatedly slams against that spongy spot inside, “—yes! oh my god— katsuki, i'm gonna!—”
the moment the waves of bliss crash down onto you, katsuki's lips uncharacteristically lock with yours, purely out of impulse, teeth clashing as he caught you off guard. the metallic tang of blood mingled with the salt of sweat as his tongue swept possessively across yours, ultimately intensifies your orgasm, and you could feel your walls milking his length, urging him to join you in ecstasy.
“s-shit,” he moans against your lips, his movements becoming more erratic as his climax approached, “m'gonna, gonna fuckin' cum in this tight ass pussy— take it, fuckin’—”
with a throaty groan, one that reverberates through your joined bodies, his words are cut off, and thick warm spurts seep directly into your womb, filling you to a fullness you've never experienced before— to the point where there was even excess spilling down your thighs and onto the sweat-dampened bedsheets beneath you. his knot swells to keep as much of his release inside you as possible, stretching you out to the point of delicious pain. at last, he collapses on top of you, his heart thundering against your chest as he tries to catch his ragged breath.
as you lie beneath him, you mirror his actions, but soon become aware of the uncomfortable stickiness between you two. thus, after a long while, you break the silence.
“...can you get off? you're heavy.”
katsuki lets out a sigh as his peace is interrupted, rolling his eyes as he shifts you both onto your sides. “i’m going back to sleep,” he mumbles, tugging the blanket over you without asking.
“what?” you ask in quiet disbelief, brows furrowing as he pulls you into an embrace, using you as a pillow of sorts, “but we're still stuck together!”
“the fuck am i supposed to do about it? it'll go down... eventually.”
before you can argue further, katsuki quickly falls asleep, his breathing already deep and even. knowing that you'll be unable to move for an indefinite time, you mentally curse the dog hybrid anatomy, and with a resigned sigh, you ultimately decide to just close your eyes and let sleep claim you once more, even if only for a brief reprieve.
however, at the sound of katsuki's bedroom door being opened, you find yourself pulled back from the edge of unconsciousness, your eyes flicking open to instinctively search for the source of the noise. as you look up, you're met with the sight of izuku standing in the doorway, carrying a glass of water as well as your daily medication.
“good morning, baby,” he says gently, placing the glass on the nearby nightstand. “you cuddling with katsuki? that's sweet. it makes me happy to see you two get along.”
in response, you can only nod, too bashful to admit (let alone explain) the truth. you tug the blankets higher, unwilling to let your cherished owner discover what was really happening.
he lets out a soft hum. “let’s take your medicine, okay?” from the pill packet, he presses out the small circular tablet marked ‘thursday,’ guiding it to your lips before lifting the glass so you could take a sip of water. “there you go… good girl.” izuku’s smile is gentle as he straightens. “i’ll leave you two to keep on playing, alright?”
as your eyes shift from your owner's face to katsuki's sleeping form, you could feel the latter's knot inside you gradually begin to deflate. however, as it did, you could also feel his length growing hard and thick once more, indicating that it wouldn't be long until he was raring to go again. and yet, all there was to say to izuku was a soft, uncertain:
zodyl is so good with his fingers and built like an iron wall so you can’t even move his wrist away from you when ur begging him to stop pressing into your gspot . he’s so unfazed and his fingers are huge so it’s even worse
Stepbrother!Barou Who is the world's best big brother imaginable. He's the man, the older one, the protector of his little sister—biological or not—and he sure as hell takes this new role seriously, like everything else he does. He has to take care of you and simultaneously guide you to a bright future, be a good example and most importantly put some ground rules into your head.
Stepbrother!Barou Who always complains about your lack of tidiness. He grumbles about cleaning up after yourself while putting away your skincare products from the bathroom sink and chides you for not keeping organized whenever he comes into your room to pick up your laundry. He ends up dusting off your shelves himself before he strolls in with the vacuum cleaner.
Stepbrother!Barou Who is always there when you need someone or something. A shoulder to cry on? He's letting you cling to him and wet his shirt with your tears. Someone to take you to the mall? He's driving you personally and carries all the bags until you're done without complaining. No pocket money left for the strawberry matcha that calls your name? He's paying like it's second nature and even buys you the little cupcake he knows you've been secretly drooling over as well.
Stepbrother!Barou Who makes sure everyone who looks at you is met with his icy stare—eyes narrowed in suspicion, brows furrowed in annoyance and he's growling like a damn dog. If it's a boy and he dares to show too much interest in you, even if it's just for a school project, so help him God. The poor guy is damn sure to get slammed into the lockers after school and meet a panting Barou, jaw set so hard his teeth nearly crack and fists clenched in barely restraint fury while he spits deadly threats that he does indeed plan to act upon.
Stepbrother!Barou Who's cooking up a healthy dinner of protein and veggies as he watches you from the kitchen and how casually you lounge in the armchair while watching TV. Those little chuckles of yours make his features soften every time and he's not completely unaware of how little fabric you started wearing around the house ever since the summer heat came around.
Stepbrother!Barou Who folds your laundry, because it would be a tragedy if you'd have to lift a single one of your perfectly manicured fingers (sponsored by him) and also because he's seen how lazily you throw the clothes into your wardrobe... that's a no-no for him. He can't stop himself from peeking a little longer at your underwear in his hands, feeling the delicate fabric between his callouses and imagining you in every single piece of clothing that he's currently folding so neatly—the cute and innocent ones just as much as the naughtier stuff.
Stepbrother!Barou Who lets you model for him during your recent shopping trips and pretends it's just to give his, in your opinion, completely unreasonable opinion. Lately he even started to do outfit checks before you leave the house to go basically anywhere. He twirls you around with his big hands on your waist or hips, checks underneath your skirt and tells you to change if he doesn't like how short and easy access some pieces are.
Stepbrother!Barou Whose own wardrobe is now half full of your clothes, especially your lingerie—it's every piece he confiscated because he deemed it inappropriate and nobody will ever get to see his sweet little stepsister in something so slutty. The red lace lingerie is just as much for him as the short summer dresses and cheeky jeans shorts, and nobody—NOBODY—is ever going to see you in those again as long as he's around.
Stepbrother!Barou Who overheard you complain about the lack of care and attention ever since he took control of your life. He almost faints. Like what do you mean lack of care and attention?! He's doing everything for you already and you know exactly that you could ask for more and he'd still comply immediately... When it finally dawns on him what special needs you're talking about, he already decided that you will not give yourself over to some useless scum that couldn't satisfy you even if he'd be able to last more than two minutes before cumming like a middle schooler.
Stepbrother!Barou Who makes sure everything is set perfectly. Your diet and exercise is meticulously planned out the days before so your body could take what he plans on doing to you and he makes sure you drink lots of water throughout the day to help you stay hydrated. He prepares a bath for you and while he listens to you humming some songs from the bathroom, he sets the mood with scented candles and a bouquet of flowers. You always love his surprises, right? So you're sure to love this one too!
Stepbrother!Barou Who is spoiling you rotten in more ways than one when he ends up feeding you his mushroom tip. He's been unintentionally teasing you for the longest time, taking foreplay way too seriously before finally gave in to your pleading. Just the tip though. That has to be enough. He refuses to go all the way. Not because you are his stepsister, but because you're just a little baby in his eyes and you should wait a few more years (maybe until you're 50...) before letting some brute deflower your innocence.
Stepbrother!Barou Who sits back on his heels between your legs, shaky hands gripping the back of your knees to keep you spread and still. He's breathing heavily at the tight grip of your cunt around his tip and watches the way you stretch around it obscenely. You squirm and try to wriggle further down his cock, tears are running down your rosy cheeks as you whine for more... Not even a stickler like him has enough willpower to not just plow into you and give you everything you want—just like he always does.
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This work is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, places, organizations, or events is purely coincidental. No factual representations are intended.
TW; porn, pornstars, bdsm, mention of gag, mention of sex toys, rough sex, VERY suggestive flirting, jacking off, roleplaying, degradation, sexting, mention of cheating BUT its roleplay, mention of threesomes
You’re an assistant to underground pornstars: Jeff, Toby, BEN, Brian, Tim, and Jack. You swore you’d be professional all throughout the job— but when their lingering gazes seem to stick on you every after shooting, when they don’t hesitate to show you all of them, when they keep making snide, slightly suspicious remarks— you start wondering if they’re putting a show on for you instead of their audiences.
OR: the creeps as pornstars!
Jeff performs hardcore. All of his partners, women and men, are always left bruised and limping and drooling. Jeff doesn’t just fuck— he destroys, and the aftermath of his animalistic habits are no less than that. (And albeit, a little terrifying.)
You always see him work with stars who are undeniably filthy, yet he somehow manages to take the upper hand. He makes them scream like high heaven, their body contorted in a way you think is the bridge between pain and pleasure, eyes rolling back to see god.
His fans aren’t any different– the comments they leave beg him to take a turn on them, for him to tie them up and use them, to degrade them in every way while doing it.
e.g. “Filthy bitch, you fuckin’ like that?” “Bet you’ve never felt a real cock like this, huh?” “You gonna be pretty and kiss this cock? Yeahh, you fuckin’ do–”
So for him to be unashamed, sitting on the couch fully naked, cock still hard and leaking, eyes stuck on yours all while he’s pumping himself (jesus–jesus he’s staring at you–) while the other actress gets her acting bit out on the camera— you wonder if he’s licking his lips because they’re dry—
Or if he’s wondering how you taste.
A buzz from your phone:
From: Jeffrey
meet me in the locker room after this. this dick’s for u, bby
Toby is– you think– a little too cute for a pornstar. But, nonetheless, anyone could be on the job. And at what he does, you think he’s pretty damn good at it.
He focuses on solo videos, though he also doesn’t stray far at all from having a partner. Most of his videos are most likely produced and posted by him, the editing was done by videographers from your company. His first several videos were homemade, late night jerk-off sessions with porn in the background, masked face but otherwise fully naked. When he does work with other stars, fans love him for his desperate, filthy nature: gripping their legs like sin while he has them in a full nelson while begging them to “Cum– I need to cum– puh-please– fuck you’re so tight and so perfect and so nice to me–”. (All the while, his partner is too fucked-out and moaning all the way to hell to even hear him.)
You remember the time you were applying body oil on his back and to his chest and his abs, when he suddenly holds your wrist to a stop. He grins when he sees your confused and flustered expression. Toby was drooling a little.
He giggles when he pulls you closer. He wants to take a good look at you. “So pretty and s–so sweet to me… do you think I’m– I’m handsome, tuh-too?”
Carefully, you nod.
He grins wider. “Wuh-watch me, o-okay? I want you to watch me.”
You assume it’s just for feedback. Assume.
BEN was your blonde, handsome, and a little goofy, NSFW streamer. Fans found him through janky, stereotypically-named websites that barely have any moderators.
He starts out playing sex games and laughing about the graphics. Little by little he gets desperate: he lets big donation requests command him on what to do. “50 dollars! Damn, baby, thank you… tell me what you want, yeah? I’ll do it just for you.”
BEN earned his fame via his wild, adventurous nature. He’ll try on toys: fleshlights and vibrators he edges himself with until someone sends in a hundred-dollar donation— which he receives very often. He’s also open to cosplaying, but he almost always ruins the costume right after. In more ways than one.
BEN does have partners once in a while, but it’s usually other famous NSFW streamers he managed to get in his bed.
You accidentally came in unprompted through the door of his room during his five-thousand subscriber special one time. You only wanted to organize his papers, when the robotic, automated voice of the donation bot sounded out:
“Donated $5: Yo who dat fine shyt over there in da back”
Your head whips to his screen. The text was close enough for you to read the comments:
“DAMNN she bad af”
“shes so cute aww”
“tits are fire ass is phenomenal face card is serving… brother she da whole package”
BEN turns to you– already half naked, smirk plastered on his face with an eyebrow cocked in interest. He looks you over, up and down, before turning back to the stream, his thumb pointing to you. “What, her, chat?” he grins when the comments flooded with capitalized and over-lengthened yes’s. “Yeahhh, she’s my sexy assistant. Bet you’re all jealous of me, huh? –” he reaches his (surprisingly strong) arms around your waist and yanks you hard enough for you to land on his lap. You blush profusely. “Pretty little thing just walks everywhere at the studio I’m at, I have to hold back from taking her to my bed every day, chat. You know how hard that is?”
BEN turns his head to you (god you can feel his breath on your face), toothy grin present when he gives your ass a little squeeze.
Brian is a good actor. Directors cast him for scenes that need a little buildup. You’ve seen him play lots of roles:
A bulky southern sheriff with abs who’s caught a poor little farmer girl stealing horse feed;
The blue collar best-friend of a cheating husband who only wants the best for aforementioned cheating husband’s wife; and
An unusually handsome thief who broke in at just the right time to find a lonely woman fingering herself.
He starts off slow, taunting and teasing (“Well what’s a pretty little thang like you doin’ out ‘ere?”), then turns into a machine. The lucky girls always end up on their bellies while he plows them from the back (you assume that’s his favorite position), with bruises on their wrists and asses slapped red to hell. Most of his partners go non-verbal the moment he decides to go a little rough, high pitched screams, a plethora of yesyesyes please don’t stop, and of course– the pleasure-infused tears.
Brian makes ‘em cry and writhe and scream— but he’s a gentleman out of the sheets. The rough, commanding baritone of his voice during the shooting disappears and is replaced with a soothing, grounded silk. He’ll massage his partner’s shoulders a little, pressing his thumbs in the sides of their thighs, then mutter little are you okay’s and do you need anything’s. His partners always get a little attached to him, and you understand why.
You were helping him fit on his costume for the day, he was supposed to be a cold brooding CEO– so a tux and a tie was in order. Brian was flipping his sleeves when he asked you to take a look at him.
“Whaddya think, sweetpea? I look dashin’ to ya?” you stay quiet, but he does. He did look dashin’. “C’mon, sweetpea, I need some feedback here. I ain’t gonna earn my money if I look ugly, do I?” he spreads his arms sidewards, palms facing toward you. You blush at the nickname (sweetpea, he called you sweetpea), nodding yes.
“That’s more like it.” Brian shifts closer to you. “I like it when you’re verbal, sweetpea. Lets me know what you want.” he’s leaning in closer, you can smell his cologne. “All I need is a pretty lady by my side and my outfit’s finally complete. Don’t ya think so, too?”
Brian takes your hand and presses a warm, firm kiss on your knuckles. “I’ve got a six-pack at home and Tim’s out drinkin’ tonight– we can be as loud as we can, you ain’t hafta worry about anythin’.”
Tim didn’t take long to be recruited in the company. Him and Brian got a little too wild one night and brought a girl home– a sweet one– propped up a camera, and they both took her on like animals. They thought it would be harmless to post the video on Xvideos (with the girl’s consent of course), and they were stars overnight.
Fans love him for his gruff, commanding, relentless nature– barking orders left and right (“Ass up. Now,” “Ride it like you mean it.”), then proceed to take full control, pinning his partner down with the bulk of his muscle, low-growl groans against their neck, breath hot and heavy. His hips moved like piston, slamming in and out with no falter.
Of course, the threesomes didn’t cease. He’s had multiple of them with no other than Brian himself, destroying whoever was both lucky and unlucky enough to be dealing with such big men as themselves. It was perfect balance, honestly, with Tim’s gruff and bossy nature accompanied with Brian’s filthy teasing, do you need any more description of what heaven might feel like?
You found yourself in a pickle when you dropped your stupid folders that swept right under the coffee table not far from the set. The pencil skirt you were wearing stretched at the movement of your ass swaying in the air. It was when you reached the farthest when you heard a groan from behind you.
Swiveling in a slight panic, you find Tim smoking one of his fancy Cuban cigarettes, shoulder to shoulder with Brian, who was smirking. Tim blows a big puff before speaking:
“You bend any more than that then I might not be able to hold myself accountable, sugar.”
Your face is hot with blush, quietly piling up the fallen folders when Brian leans into Tim’s ear, muttering something— you could make out takin’ her and all pretty and perfect under both of us.
Tim grins, lazily. Then, “You free tonight, sugar?”
Jack knows what he wants. He’s calculated and methodical– but at the same time, he’s unpredictable.
Jack is the poster boy for BDSM. Need a cold, firm brat-tamer to put you into place? Whips, paddles, rope, and toys? Jack is your guy. His fans are no more than those who work office jobs, often leaving deliberated comments on his performance.
He’s quiet. Professional in a way that makes you wonder if the filthy side of him actually exists— then you are reminded– very well, that he does.
He’s recruited for roles in– you guessed it, in private office meetings, medical “checkups”, all the faux professional positions that are bound to end in all ways you think it could end. And he plays them perfectly:
“My favorite patient. Tell me, what brings you here?”
“Your sales quota has been disappointingly low. You are at risk of termination. Unless, you manage to make up for lost revenue…”
He was especially a favorite for his captivating teacher-student tropes:
“This is your fourth make-up test this semester. I see no growth in your academic progress– however I am able to give you extra credit, just enough to get you through the year… I do require something in return for this favor.”
His partners always end up trapped in some form of restriction, his belt, a stray dress-shirt, or the classic handcuffs. And Jack leaves marks: bites, hickeys, bruises, and welts. Ropes are customary. Paddles are his signature.
You were laying out his tools for his upcoming shoot, when you suddenly feel his presence behind you (though you never heard his footsteps). “Do you ever wonder what it would feel like?” He says. Jack picks up the ball gag. “Being restricted by your own desire to taste, yet helplessly receiving the pleasure forced onto you?”
Jack looks at you curiously, and you feel his “eyes” once-over you head to toe, reaching a firm hand over the back of your waist, rubbing gently. His hand was dangerously close to the plush of your ass. With his other hand, his thumb rubbed deeply into the strap of the gag.
Then, “You’d look good in leather.” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear.
Most of his lines are improv, but you wonder if he means it sometimes.
Now, this situation is up to you: who do you favor first?
im thinking...again...mostly abt what (weird) kinks some of the creeps (+ habit bc god knows i love this freak.) would have...!!!
includes: tim wright, brian thomas, jeffery woods, toby rogers, jack nyras, habit, nsfw....obviously, a lot of self indulgent thoughts/headcanons
TWs!!!: choking/breath play, cigarette burns, knife/blood play, med play, cannibalism, biting, habit, weird kinks in general...!! (no piss, scat or vomit)
nsfw under the cut <3
TIM
✦︎ big into choking u so hard u almost pass out
✦︎ hes sweet during it though which makes it either better or worse. depends.
✦︎ would probably put his cigarettes out on u...IF u begged before hand bc he isnt actually into hurting you like this at all
✦︎ but if its something u really want he might start with letting the ash fall onto ur bare skin
✦︎ if he does end up putting them out on u, its in hidden places. usually ur back or the inside of ur thighs
✦︎ has definitely shaped a heart with them
✦︎ i also think hed be into fucking u with brian. i fully believe this with my entire bunny heart. (i just really want to be between them)
✦︎ i think hes also really into u sucking/gagging on his fingers >o<!!
✦︎ a brat tamer through and through. sometimes he just waits for u to talk back so he can put u back into place
BRIAN
✶ i need u to hear me out on him. (this is self indulgent holy shit)
✶ hes so mean. i know it. i know it. I KNOW IT.
✶ LOVES tying u up......especially with either rough-ish rope or pretty ribbons :3
✶ edges AND overstimulates u until ur a shaking and crying mess. yup yup yup...!!!
✶ filming. obviously. do i even have to explain it?
✶ he just really likes seeing how ur hole gripped his cock when hes out and cant sink it into u...u cant blame a guy for that
✶ he is the KING of munching. its his favorite past time. hes IN there. rip to all the soldiers that died in the service, i dive in her cervix type shit (this is so cringe forgive me)
✶ calls u the meanest names EVEEEERRR
✶ he's so sweet and nice literally any other time...........but hes letting it all lose during sex. i do not take criticism on this.
JEFF
ꕤ .........a FREAK
ꕤ i mean...to the obvious shit...hes into knife play.
ꕤ like not just dragging it across ur skin, which is hot enough. but cutting shit shallowly into ur skin. now that gets him GOING
ꕤ has definitely cut his name into ur skin...hashtag ownership and stuff
ꕤ also really into blood play
ꕤ which is usually just u two making out or fucking while he's covered in blood form a victim. he's also into using blood as a lube.
ꕤ def meaner than brian. also really fucking selfish.......
ꕤ still somehow makes u have a brain shattering orgasm even if hes just chasing his own
ꕤ LOVEEEESSSS seeing u cock drunk, it boosts his stupid ego so bad
ꕤ he is NOT gentle whatsoever...i feel like he barely even knows what gentle is in bed...
ꕤ also big into throat fucking,,,hearing u gag and choke around his cock is also somehow great for his ego
ꕤ spews the nastiest and dirtiest dirty talk u have ever HEARD.
ꕤ also into public shit, bc hes a freak like that. i just know it. i cant prove it yet.
TOBY
಄ he's open for it all
಄ he's not crazy kinky i think....so u gotta teach him...
಄ does love marking u up in any way though...especially biting u
಄ also into mutual masturbation, but he will probably not keep masturbating iykwim
಄ he is either a dom or a sub...he still tops regardless though. i <3 u sub top toby...
಄ if u praise him he might cum in his pants. i just know praise makes him crazy
಄ second biggest munch after brian!!!! LOOOVEEESSS being down there
಄ really sloppy. the sloppiest ever really.
಄ so so so very eager...like a little doggy...
಄ ON THE TOPIC OF DOGGY.......dare i say hes lowkey into pet play....yes i do dare to say that...i see it right in front of me i just KNOOOOW it
಄ wouldnt do the whole ear and tail thing (well...no he would probably) but 100% would get a collar with a bone shaped tag on it that just says "Toby" and "If lost return to [NAME]"
಄ would also probably be ok if u want to be the pet???? especially if its like. a cat or a bunny or some shit like that...he thinks the difference is cute
಄ really into overstim...both u and him actually. yeah :3
JACK
✽ im not crazy for saying hed be into medplay right? right.
✽ i think he and brian actually share title of king of munching. he has three tongues...come on now guys............
✽ PERIOD SEX.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hes scared that hes actually going to eat u at first but he also knows it can help with cramps so...why not try it after he knows he isnt gonna be randomly hungry...
✽ biting........
✽ sighs ok i lied maybe hes into a bit of cannibalism during sex!!
✽ he doesnt take HUGE chunks or fully eats u. and ONLY does it with ur consent ofc...but if u let him u might be missing a small piece of ur shoulder or thigh...not too bad but it def leaves a scar (hes patching u up ofc...!!!!)
✽ with all that i said itd be hypocritical to say hes kinda vanilla but......he kinda is?? sure hes freaked out in a way but.......not that freaky when it comes to other stuff
✽ but very open to trying new things!!!! as long as ur happy, he's happy!!!
HABIT
⌖ FREAK PT 2 but even worse than jeff.
⌖ knife play. so much of it. all types. he wants to see which scares u the most and which cuts u easier
⌖ fear play...!! he LOVES scaring u during sex, its SO much fun for him. u also tighten up and cry so sweetly...whats not to love!!
⌖ predator/prey...hes the wolf...ur the bunny...yeah u get it. this also ties in with the fear play shit actually...
⌖ also big into filming, especially if ur shy/embarrassed about it. it just makes it even better!!!!
⌖ MARATHON SEX. his stamina is out of hand. evans body probably can barely keep up but that doesnt mean he wont try to fuck u as much as possible in one session!!!!!!!!
⌖ if ud let him he'd probably fuck u in his true form...yeah thats all
⌖ also a huge biter......bites u so hard u bruise and bleed. he licks it up. ofc.
⌖ THE MEANEST. not even jeff and brian together could get up to his level of mean. im so srs.
hmmm… older farmer kirishima x innocent younger reader; he tricks you, takes your virginity, and forces you into marriage (it was all his plan from the start)
I think its unanimously agreed upon that Toby is a total munch, but with the mouth gash? Sloppy sloppy sloppy
Slobber all over you, he's moaning and whimpering. You can hear his tongue outside and inside his mouth, lapping at your cunt and pushing against the back of his teeth. He's salivating like a starved man while he's actively eating because he's greedy and can't seem to get his mouth full enough of you, fully making out with your pussy while giving you the sluttiest, most doe-y eyes you'll see in your life. Hooded, pupils blown, watery with tears because you're the best meal he's ever eaten in his life and he just can't get enough. It's overwhelming.
sex with jeff is so animalistic that it’s borderline violent and disgusting. he’s into weird shit and he feels no ounce of shame about any of his kinks.
he’ll fuck your throat, he’ll fuck your cunt so hard you think you’re gonna pass out.
he’ll cut you up with his already bloody knife. he will carve his name multiple times into your skin. on your lower tummy. your inner thigh, your lower back. he will leave cuts all over your body and he will lick the cuts clean.
he will use your blood as lube to fuck your ass. you genuinely pass out and he still keeps going.
Synopsis. Yes, it’s his first time getting hit with bábyfever. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out aIive.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, BRÉEDING K!NKS, marathons, p talking, creampíes, matíng presses, mentions of kids, REALLY pússydrúnk JJK men, proposals, ínnapropríate use of powers, cúmming dry, headIocks, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, spítting, exhíbitíonism (Geto), oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Went off the RAILS for this one, whoops-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Santa, baby.
It hits Toji slowly…and then all at once.
And before you know it - before even he knows it - his vicious hips come stuttering to a fullstop. Scarred maw slacking open- gaping with a steep gasp. Toji’s angrily swollen length suddenly swabs another thick wad of creamy pre dripping down your insides.
He feels feverish.
“T-Toji–” your disappointed whine comes out cracked - pathetic, because the sheer stretch is enough to make your lips spill with drool. Sliding Toji’s shaggy black bangs away from his prespired forehead, you’re peering up into those heavily-lidded green eyes of his, breath hitching at the glint of something different. Dark. “Are- are you hah- okay, baby?”
And Toji only jolts.
He only lets his hips gush forwards with an emanating squelch ripped from your puffy folds. Like he didn’t even realize - was out of control.
“Doll…” Toji’s voice is ragged. Ruined. Swirling up a few heavy digits down your teary slit, “Have you ngh- picked out yer Christmas gift f’me?”
You blink, “N-no, but-”
“Then how about a baby?”
A baby?
Your mouth lathers in another bout of saliva at the way that your boyfriend seemed so hypnotized by the very notion. Lips puckering up with a slight tremble in your tone as you echo, “You want a-a baby-”
“Shit-” Toji hisses, calloused mountains of his palms bullying your thighs further and further open. Lightning bolts of his veins track down his thick neck when you’re being so rudely punished with a sodden thwack! against your cunt. “D-don’t say it with your pretty mouth ‘nless ya want me to f-fill this sweet pussy early.”
Toji Fushiguro…claiming he was going to cum early?
You’re squirming your hips down his taut shaft in a way that gets you locked with five thick fingers wrapped around your throat - holding you in place.
“What did I fuckin’- say-”
“I want it-” Your nails carve red, red lines down his toned back. “-wan’ it all ah- inside me-”
Inside - oh, inside inside inside- God, you didn’t know what you did to him. Did you?
“Gonna be the d-death of me- swear-” Drawling out a low grunt at the clench of his cum-filled balls, he’s hunching over to pin you under his full, hulking weight and spit. Straight into your mouth- glissading one fat thumb through your lips and across your sopping wet tastebuds. “When I hngh- remember what that lil’ gremlin called you today I…” Toji gulps - thick and heavy. “You’d make the p-perfect pretty momma f’me, my wife.”
Wife?
You felt dizzy. You’d mentioned wanting to start a family with Toji before - conversations that had him huffing and veering his face away, ears always stained a deep rouge.
But this? What did Megumi even call you that had him- oh.
Oh.
He’d called you momma.
“Heh, ya remember now.”
That’s what had Toji’s head tumbling back as he’s barrelling you overstuffed all over again. Animalistic. Your jaw falls open stupidly when his rigorous inches pump in and out your goopy depths like Toji had no time to waste.
No rationality when his gorging biceps lunge underneath your legs and pin them around his straining neck. Cushioned by Toji’s sweat-sheened deltoids, he’s dragging out a panting, “Lock them.”
But shit- “I-I don’t know if I can-” you’re whining. Every brushing French kiss of his rounded fat tip against that spot rendering your poor legs more and more useless with each sloppy second. Bolts of heat and electricity being spawned down your spine after every smooch of his divot.
“Tch.”
And now, usually your boyfriend would have mocked those rippling mewls out of you until you’re begging him for mercy, usually he would have planted pound after teasing pound just shy of your g-spot to have you listening to his pussydrunken words yourself.
But instead, he’s keeping your ankles pinned with one hand in a vice-like restraint, your cunt glossing out another drenched ring of slick at the way his massive biceps flex.
“M-making it sooo hard, f’me- aren’t ya, ma?” Toji giggles - giggles through clenched teeth when his sweat-sodden forehead bumps into yours. “S’alright s’alright- how do ya feel about ngh- makin’ Megs a big brother? Giving him a lil’ s-sister and a lil’ brother?” Manhandling you to be folded like lawnchair in the meanest mating press beneath him. You swear you spy a translucent trail of drool that tugs down the corner of his curled lips. “Gonna k-keep our hngh- kids all in line like this, too?”
And those words were meant to fluster you - they really were.
But Toji’s finding himself shutter his dark lashes half-closed, thumping tip colliding into your cervix. So hard it was like he was ready to brand a permanent circumference into the very bottom of your melty cunt.
Sloppy - he’s so sloppy. One set of knuckles wrapping around your precious throat to haul you back into every single one of his smacking thrusts. You’ve never felt more filthy-
“Oh shit- oh shit-” he’s spitting out into your lecherously opened mouth, condensed saliva warming you from the inside out. The bed creaks in a staccato when Toji’s muscled body collapses onto his elbows, caging you. Not anymore - he couldn’t do it anymore. It was building up and up and Toji was losing his damn mind. “I didn’t even th-think I wanted any more but- but oh– just had to trigger m’fuckin’ babyfever, huh? N’ not jus’ for one- for two more damn brats.”
Two of his round-tipped fingers twirl around your plump clit and give her a teasing pinch. “A s-son with ngh- your eyes. N’ a daughter with mine.” The other hand nudges away the hair from your face. “-you’d just make the ngh- prettiest momma-”
“Y-you’re such a-” you mewl out, finger clutching for whatever expanse of the silken sheets that you can grasp onto. “-a softie, Toji–”
“A what?” he’s seething, heavy-handed palm gliding down your tummy and against the bruising nudge of where your melty walls were sucking the ever-loving soul out of him. “Repeat that.” And as soon as your stupidly cockdrunken mouth falls open to heed his word, he’s pressing down. Hard. Swirling a ruthless thumb over the rotund curve of his puffy cockhead. And that makes you choke- “Heh, th-tha’s what I thought.”
It’s like he was fucking you both dumb, weeping out a velveteen gush of milky precum every time your walls molded around him. Every time your pretty pussy was asking for something delicious from the very ends of his ruddy tip.
And fuck was it ever when he finally does.
So much - too much sobbing out from the ends of his furious cock. Toji’s hiking up one muscular thigh flat onto the plush mattress to absolutely flood you with drenching splatters of seed that slobber all down every hidden ridge and orifice of your snug cunt.
You felt like your walls were being inflated with every vicious load he fucked deeper and deeper. Torn between too much and more more more-
“Hey-” You’re flinching as your dominant hand gets trapped under something heavy - pinned to the sheets by Toji’s foot. And only then do you register it’s slow dance down to your clit. “N-no playin’ with this pretty pussy u-until-” Plugging into you even deeper to trap every pearly bead of seed, your puffy pussy lips burn with the stretch of his hefty base, the scratch of his dark happy trail. “-until we’re sure m’gettin’ my lovely Christmas gifts, ma.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Dad(dy) material
“M’gonna take haaah- care of you, my love.” Nanami’s rich baritone reverberates in your cottony-filled ears and over those saturatedly popping squelches from your drooling cunt down below. “M’gonna- take- such good c-care of you…and our daughter.”
And it’s not just that sternly filthy mouth of his babbling away drunkenly at your cunt, it’s not even a promise. It was a vow and your husband was well and fully intent on worshipping your pretty puckered pussy.
Planting kiss after smooching kiss that made you whine.
It made you buck your hips into a curvaceous arch off the silky sheets of the king-sized bed, painting a sodden drag down Nanami’s handsome features. Deeper. Harder. His button nose nudges up against your sensitive clit. “P-please, jus’ want you ngh- inside me again, Kento–”
Shit- Nanami’s huling body wrecks with shivers. Why would you say that?
You could see the way that made his ruby red tip weep out a few glossy sputters of pre, staining down the side of his muscular thighs. Forming such a glinting sheen that makes your mouth water just as much as his.
A slow, syrupy trail of his cum and your sweet, sweet juices dawdle down to his chin, you catch the way that the edges of his plump lips curve ever-so-slightly into a thoroughly pussydrunken grin. Nanami looming his heated mouth even closer to breathe you in-
“I told you, darlin’-” He sounds so sloppy now. Sensible glasses drooping down his nose, splashed with a few translucent stains. Words stumbling over one another and slurring when his tongue laps up a few pearly beads of seed from just before. He rolls his rugged tastebuds over your clit, “-hafta ah- clean up the mother of m’kids before I…before I- oh-”
And he couldn’t bear it - couldn’t finish that sentence. Couldn’t even glimpse down as another sloshing dredge of cum sobs its way from between your swollen pussy folds.
God, you’d driven him absolutely wild the very second your nervous self had confessed to him that you wanted kids. A mini you. And Nanami didn’t even bother taking off his work clothes, didn’t even bother carrying you to the bedroom as he usually would - taking you once on the kitchen floor. Twice in the hallway. And now-
You’re cumming. Verging over your peak and tangling your trembly digits through Nanami’s blond strands. Hips oscillating upwards in damp little gyrations over and over-
He’s lapping the remnants of cum onto his tongue, you’re watching with a strainedly hitched gasp as Nanami’s opening his mouth widely agape for you to watch the creamy mess pool on his tongue and slide down his throat. Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing in time with your own throat.
He’d never acted like this before - hit with saturated, sloppy babyfever.
Fuck- you were so ruined.
And so was he when he’s making you wait a few terse seconds, eyeing your drizzling cunt. Before gifting you with a low hum of satisfaction and a final squelching smooch against your peeking clit. “On all fours f’me, my love.”
Shit, it was like heaven.
Bumping into your pussy lips with his rosy head in a shy little peck. Once. Twice. You’re being slathered in such a thick shower of his wispy precum, Nanami’s head falling back with a heaving groan at the very idea of fucking a baby into you.
“A-are you ready?” he’s gulping, more to himself than you. “Gonna…” Can’t even bear to say it. “-gonna fill you u-up. Oh- m’gonna…fuck a baby into ya.”
Just those words make him feel feverish. He doesn’t- can’t think anymore since being hit with the thought of you and a tiny lil’ girl with your smile and his eyes.
And the very moment you nod - the very moment your head jerks even the slightest centimeter in compliance - you’re being stuffed overly full of his solid inches. No matter how many times your greedy pussy had gulped down his size, Nanami was staggering.
All of his swollen, engorged inches massage hidden sweet spots you didn’t even know existed in your gummy walls. He’s spearing open your very depths with a barraging ram, not a single ounce inside left untouched.
“S’that- s’that alright-” he’s gasping from behind into your ear. Hips moving before his mind, you’re being flooded full over and over in a heady back and forth of his pounds. “-tell me–”
And you’re nodding and nodding in a way you’re not even sure that Nanami catches with just how glazed his half-lidded eyes were. “S-so good- fuck- there- need it inside, okay, Ken?”
Oh.
THUMP!
Before you know it, Nanami’s entire body is collapsing their fatigued muscles on top of yours. His glissading abs melting into your back, hefty weight pinning you to the mattress. You’re flinching at the feeling of two sharp canines punching neat indents into your tender neck, a low moan curdling at the back of Nanami’s throat. Raw and ruined, like he was trying to hold it back. “A baby- fuck! Ya really want a baby– gonna be the best mama, aren’t ya?”
But still not stopping - never even faltering.
“Shh- I got ya, beautiful-” He’s kissing down a few flecks of sweat that dribble their way down your forehead, rough hands attaching themselves to your hips. “Sorry m’so- so ungentlemanly right now, darlin’. I’ll make it up to ya, but-”
And you’re being overwhelmed by just how much power Nanami packs into each pound. Every clammy swipe down your bruised and battered g-spot. “-but you’re gonna sit all p-pretty and ngh- take it- right? Gonna milk me for every single drop, my wife- ngh- no wastin’ now.”
Can’t waste - couldn’t waste it.
“D-do you think s’gonna fit?” your mouth babbles without you registering, eyeing down the chalky lamination of cum that coats Nanami’s heavy, thwacking! balls. The sheer volume making your head spin.
And your husband was always the absolute sweetest, finally crashing his glossed lips onto yours with a shot hum. He’s shutting up every one of your nonsensical sentences - because what his wife wants, his wife gets. And if you want a baby…well…
“O-of course s’gonna fit, darlin’- I’ll make sure of it.” His minty breath fans your heated face when Nanami sinks into your pouty lower lip and tugs. Head nuzzling drunkenly into yours like he was magnetized to you, the squeeze of your cunt so good that he just couldn’t even bear the thought of parting even a single inch. “Took care of it hah- before, didn’t I? And I think- I- I think-”
Urgently, that velvety yellow tie he didn’t bother removing - didn’t have the fucking patience to remove - finds it’s way to your shaky hands. Directing you to pull, to choke-
And you swear you hear Nanami’s rugged voice crack when he whimpers. Whimpers. Gravelly and dangerous, and you feel his fat, bawling tip twitch with each word. Roughened palms cradling your tummy - your womb, yearningly. “M’gonna make a mess I’ll hafta clean up all over again, my love…”
♡ GETO SUGURU - SUCCESSOR
“So you see…”
And for Geto Suguru, it’s practically a battle to even babble out those words coherently. To bite back that pathetic fucking whimper at the back of his throat when he’s skimming his pearly teeth along the tender crook of your neck.
“-th-this is your hah- official announcement of a successor.”
And the very sentence makes Geto laugh. Laugh.
Humorless and ruined. Shit- he couldn’t believe it. Didn’t want to.
Because it’s already too good to be true how he had you wrecked so filthily in the meanest of full nelsons, in front of rows upon rows of his association. Their heads bowed, breaths hitched, eyes dilemma-ed between looking away and peeking greedily upwards for more more more-
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit - he’s so drunk on the thought that Geto can feel himself drooling. Is this…fuck- is this what they call babyfever?
Softened fingertips idle down your thighs, smearing a messily trail down the leaky spatters of slick that your flooded slit just can’t stop drooling. And he finds himself grinning-
“Ahh- would ya look at that. Makin’ s-such a show, aren't cha?” Geto giggles - giggles - voice reverent in that exact same way that he had been since you’d off-handedly mentioned how the association would need a successor one day. Oh god, it was like your usually-composed Geto was possessed. Gone.
He didn’t even know why he was feeling so fucked-out already. Why his fingerpads were dragging around and around your clit until you were sobbing. Mewling with every sticky plunge of his too-heavy girth into your cunt, “S-Suguru you’re being so-”
“Shut up.” Leaving a stinging thwack! against the curve of your plump clit, “Let ‘em hear- let her ngh- talk to me. Heh.”
And you couldn’t even whine in protest - because Geto’s already snatching a few thick digits to curl around your slacked maw. Letting your drooling lips coat him in sheer drivel and moans that slip through when he plants pound after pound.
He’s so greedy opening his way around, every rummaging jackhammer positioned exactly to recoil against your gummy cervix. Sloppy split-seconds between each battering ram leaving your gooey orifice bearing the incredible weight of him brushing his swivelling tip against your g-spot. He’s nodding and conversing along lecherously to the honeyed slurps! wafting from your poor pussy.
“Mhm– mhm, I agree, ma…” And you’re being faced with a slurping pop! pop! pop! resonating from behind as Geto sucks on his fingers to clean off that sopping syrupy gloss. Savoring. Sing-song baritone lilting up just a notch in volume to address your audience, “Don’t you?”
And when there’s no answer - you are the one being punished with a stinging smack! against the edge of your cunt. Geto’s digits latching around your gaping hole and twirling their way in-
Fuck- the sounds of hurried agreement thundering in your ears from all around you make you keen.
And usually he’d be smooth, suave, private in bed. But right now Geto can’t help tug one rough forearm around your waist and pin your back against his glissading washboard abs. Massaging you with each rut up and down up and down up and-
“D’you w-wanna know what she’s sayin’?” he’s granting a long slather of his tongue up your bulbous tears, humming at the salty aftertaste. “Wanna know what she’s ngh- begging for?”
“Wh-what?” you’re blubbering out, lips wobbly oh-so-cutely in a way that he just can’t help but sink his sharp canines into. Tugging.
And Geto didn’t know why he was feeling so…so needy. He had no idea what was making him stretch your jittery thighs open so wide it was like he wanted everyone to see - to know.
But he has a feeling it’s to do with that idea you mentioned earlier. A…successor.
Fuck-
The notion is enough for him to gasp, for his entire body of hefty muscles to flinch like he’d just been zapped with a zillion bolts of bliss. And before you know it, your face gently meets the ridged tatami mats, and Geto’s manhandling you with his beefy limbs onto all fours.
One hand kisses your puffy clit around and around in thorough circles, the other entirety of his arm curling around your throat - headlocking your lolling face upwards, you’re gasping. Drenched at the bulge of his flexing biceps against your neck-
“She’s sayin…” He bites down on your sensitive earlobe, “-she wants me t-to breed her until she’s overspilling.” And you thought he was done - you thought. Before he’s babbling away pussydrunkenly, head reclining mindlessly towards the front row. “Right?”
Yeah. Yeah, of course, he was right.
It didn’t matter if Geto Suguru couldn’t properly think - couldn’t even breathe just about right now. Broad chest petering out the most heaving gasps from his lungs, he’s making sure every sloppy cadence of your hips back into his leave you reeling.
Leave you yelping at the words cascading from his pretty coral pink lips-
“S’what sh-she’s sayin–” His ragged grip tightens as does his claim on your spongy cunt, “-n-not me– m’kay- she wants me to fuuuck- fill her up. To breed her- wants me to put a baby in her so that everyone-” Those final words had you being lunged up onto your unsteady knees, leveraging the stranglehold around your neck to stick your arched back against his hardened front upright. You gasp- “-so that ngh- everyone knows what I did- all of ‘em. Gonna know what m’doin’ to ya- how I fucked a ngh- s-successor into you like this.”
“Suguru—” Comes that favorite syrupy-sweet song of his - and you don’t even have to voice your words to him. Because he can already feel the squelching hug of your jostling walls, the way you give his thickened base a cute squeeze “M’gonna c-cu-”
Ah.
And he doesn’t give you the privilege of finishing your sentence before a sudden smack! right onto the hood of your beady clit makes you crash headfirst into your orgasm- and Geto into his. Multiple of them.
His overworked cock torrenting the most saturated wads of ropy cum. They’re avalanching into your greedy hole, spilling down the side of his shaft into a creamy ring. Again. And again. And again and again and-
“O-oh–” Geto lets out a raw, guttural moan with your name tacked on like it was his favorite few syllables. The high so strong that he can’t even hold himself up. “Shit- s-swear s’your cunt– so heavenly for fucking what.”
Hypnotized. Collapsing onto a heap of long limbs on top of you, you’re squirming against the tatami floor. The knotted plug of Geto’s swollen base helping his copiously buttery amounts of cum stay safe and sound inside.
Murmurs envelope you two- they’re still there.
You’re jumping at the sticky schwf! of a few goopy traces of seed that slip down your puffy slit, being scooped up easily by a hawk-eyed Geto. Raising his hand up, up, up to bully between your pouted lips and oh…oh it really was babyfever.
He needed to see you with another two little girls that looked like you and had his status of leader. He needed to see you round and glowing. He still needed to see you full.
“Gorgeous…you’ll never hah- believe what she’s tellin’ me now.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - “I-inside…?”
Choso didn’t know whether this was supposed to happen.
He didn’t know whether this was even possible. Was…was this some kind of strange new cursed technique?
Because why did it only take one glimpse of you ruffling Yuji’s hair - just one motherly smile his way - for your beloved boyfriend to all but drag you back home the very first second he could.
Shoving you against the cool platform of the front fucking threshold, melty brain churning with nothing but the strange image of you ruffling the hair of another little boy that looked strangely like a mixture of the two of you.
But that was hours ago.
And Choso was still rabid. Still permeating open your bulging folds to watch the slow trickle of cum that you’re wetting down his wrist. “C-can you ngh- take more, baby?”
You’re clawing your trembly fingers down the wooden surface just past the entryway. Wetly condensed gasps escaping from your sloshed parted lips when he treks up one trembly, muscular foot on top of your body to pin you down. “Ch-Cho— how are you s-still going-”
Chosos’s racking out a low keen - the very sound of your voice making his furiously overworked tip swash a fresh wad of precum into your bruised cervix. Twitching with overstimulation when his wispy alabaster ropes lull into nothingness-
“I-I don’t know, baby–” he’s letting his dark head of hair curtain that utterly fucked expression on his face. Eyes sliding ravenously to the back of his head when his fatigued hips plant another yearning grind into your cunt. Dribbling maw slacking open, “I just- I just want…”
You already knew what he wanted - and the evidence was right there drizzling from your drowning slit, making itself at home in a creamy ring of cum down his gyrating hilt. But you’re whining out anyway, “W-want ngh- what, baby–?”
Fuck.
Fuck- he was being ridiculous. Being Choso Kamo knows that you’re simply using your sweet little nickname for him, he knows that. But he still finds his head lolling backwards with a groan. How pretty that sounds falling from your lips.
SLAM!
“I- that-” He gasps. He heaves. Hunched over so you’re gifted with such a delicious eyeful of his sweat-slicked arms caging you from abovehead. Flexing and rippling as Choso’s sloppy cadence grows faster. Filthier. Pound after pound that frosts your tenderized g-spot in thick upheavals of creamy pre. “I want a baby– I don’t- ngh- I don’t know what this feeling is, baby…”
Whirling your sappy eyes over your shoulder to take a long look at him and-
Oh.
Fuck, was that a mistake. Because your dear boyfriend was so irresistible - with his big, dark eyes dewey with pearly tears, rosy lips jutted out in a way that makes him look so kissable. So tired. Every twitch and bead of sweat trickling down his muscles made Choso look like he was on the very verge of falling apart.
But he won’t stop - doesn’t think he even can anymore.
“D-don’t look at me ngh- like- that-” So lovingly. Choso pecks a few pretty kisses down your arched spine, “S’gonna make me cum.”
You’re carding your fingers through thick, dampened locks of his hair to tug. “So do it, Cho–” And fuck, you’re scrambling your jittery hips in the most sinful of movements to meet his jackhammering pace - he thinks he just might pass out. Gulping at the smacking sting! that jiggles the mound of your ass against his toned abs, so hard that he sees his skin rub rawly red. “C-cum inside- again.”
Oh, he wants to. How badly he wants to.
A few of his soft, rounded fingerpads smear along the treacle of excess cum from before that laminate your pretty skin. Swirling and swirling and he’s drawing gooey patterns right where you were bulging with every inch of him, puffed-up pussy lips engorged wide open when he’s nosediving with his thickened cockhead.
“But it’s s-so filthy, baby…” he trails off, lower lips all wobbly and whining. And Choso’s dark brows pucker into the cutest frown when he dances those very same sopping wet digits up to his pert mouth and sucks. Moaning. “Can I really- c-can I really cum inside? Again?”
“Mhm– trust me, Cho-”
And how could he ever not?
Before you know it, you’re feeling the spongy probe of Choso’s fat head kiss up against your womb. Thwack! Thwack! Thwacking a smooth staccato of wet swipes that your gummy depths are branded to remember, syncing up to that thunderous pulse of yours.
“M’g-gonna cum- fuuuck- s’unfair-” he gasps against your ear, burning up. “-this pretty pussy of yours is s-sucking me up so ngh- well that-” Face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you jolt when you feel a hot pitter-patter of tears- “-I-I’ve just gotta get you pregnant, baby–”
Flooding out thick, saturated spurts of his cum that glue to your mushy walls like a second coating of slick. He feels so hot inside swabbing around every nook and cranny, and you’re hit with the sleazy smell of sex and him.
Shit. He was cumming nothing now.
“W-wait-” Choso’s voice grows ragged, his eyes snap open as if in a daze. And you catch the way one set of his slender fingers envelope the creamy base of his cock to squeeze. Pumping ever-so-slightly up and down up and- “M’cumming- dry- fuck! Can’t- I can’t cum dry–”
You’re sure that stupidly drunken reassurances are falling from your lips, but Choso doesn’t hear any of them. Can’t register them. Can’t recognize anything but the way he pulls out for just a split-second. Flipping you over onto your back, you take in the soft crackle of jujutsu when his hazied mind pumps every ounce of blood in his body back to his blanking cock.
“O-oh my god–” You’re sobbing out at the suddenly staggering stretch, the way your elastic walls were forced to accommodate that thickly expanding girth of his. “D-did you just use ngh- your cursed technique to-”
“Yes.” Choso’s wheezing out, chest storming back and forth while the overstimulation hits him mercilessly. He bores into your pretty face, “Yes yes yes yes- I…I want a baby– ngh- c-can’t fuck this pretty pussy pregnant if I cum dry.”
Over and over. He’s whispering out an almost-painfully rasping, “This time- this time this time-” when his achy cock splurges out a few more dry orgasms. Fuck-
He knew he was going to have you all round and glowing - he already knew. Knew he’d make Yuji an uncle and you a gorgeous momma - such a gorgeous momma, with a gorgeous son in tow.
Babbling out these very same words without even realizing into the crook of your tender neck, you huff out a cockdrunken bout of laughter. “S-seems you’ve been hit with ngh- babyfever, Cho–”
“Babyfever, huh?” he whimpers, startling tears trekking down the regal apples of his cheek when his poor cock cums dry again. You jolt at the electric buzz of jujutsu that zaps through your body when he’s hardening himself again. Again. “I like the sound of that…”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Too big? Funny.
“I just put one tip in n’ you’re already cockdrunk?” Sukuna’s rumbling, reverberating snicker echoes throughout the royal court room. He’s leaning back on his throne, basking you in the most sleazy grin, “Heh- anythin’ to say for yerself, brat?”
It’s honestly through sheer stubbornness that you’re finding it in your sugar-coated mind to huff. “N-no.”
The only one he’d let speak to him that way, he’s puckering up your pretty pussy lips around one of his fat thumbs. Swirling dousingly wet circular patterns around and around while another hand smacks his second cock down your sobbing slit once. Twice. “Then what, silly girl? Too big?”
He doesn’t realize if you know you’re nodding - nodding and nodding while mewling out the tiniest, “But m’not leaving until you c-cum inside, Kuna–”
Oh.
Oh.
Overgrown black nails digging neat crescents into the plush of your hips, he’s baring you with a snarling show of ivory canines. Voice shot - rasping. Weaved with something dangerous. “Oi oi- don’t talk outta ya ngh- damn pussy, woman. Use that pretty lil’ head of yours.”
“But it’s true–” Your arms find their way around his ridiculously broad shoulders, cushioned against his plush muscles. Batting your lashes, it makes Sukuna gulp when you slip and slide your grinding way along his extra length. And oh, you already know you won. “-I wan’ a baby.”
And no one has ever seen the infamous king of curses rendered speechless, no one has ever seen his devilishly red eyes bulge out almost comically, mean mouth - both of them - drop in slack-jawed awe. Except you, that is - right now.
Sukuna’s smug mouth gapes open and closes a few too many times that he will deny later on. “A-a baby? My baby?”
Nodding, “Mhm– a-”
But, shit, you can’t finish your sentence - no matter how badly you wanted to. Because that very instant of confirmation makes Sukuna’s fat cocks perk up against your bulging g-spot, magical bolts of bliss sparking behind your eyes and making you dizzy
“A baby- an heir, is it?” He breathes - he gasps. And you’ve never seen Sukuna like this, never seen that special glint of something feral in his eyes as he spits out, “Don’t fuckin’ look at me like ngh- that.”
Curled digits planting just a few sodden slaps! of his staggering second length along your weepy folds before sinking in.
Shovelling all throbbing girths of his dual shafts into your snug orifice, it’s like both of Sukuna’s swollen cocks are fighting for dominance. Jostling against every single tenderized sweet spot embedded into your walls, spearing you open so wide that you can’t help but keen. Stupidly open mouth sinking into the flesh of his tattooed shoulder-
Smack!
“Tch, easy on the merchandise if you wan’ me ta ngh- fuck a baby into you-” he’s rolling his eyes, soothing over the sting on your ass. Bouncing his thick, muscular thighs up and down up and down to jitter your unsteady hips viciously along his lengths. “-how many?”
“Wh-what?” you’re blinking.
And of course Sukuna’s only growling something dark and heady at the back of his throat. Handsomely sharp jaw clenched when with one singular push of two beefy arms, you’re being stuffed splittingly full with his rock-hard cocks to the brim. His wet divots drizzling a painting of pre across your doughy cervix, splurging and rubbing up together. Till you felt like you were going to burst with every kiss of those pink, cushiony tufts of hair at his fat base.
“Thereee we go—” he’s chuckling. Fucking up into you like he was angry. Like he hated you - even though it was the furthest fucking thing. “Look at you all ngh- t-taking the cocks you were saying’ was too fuckin’ big.”
You’re pouting when he lilts his tone a few octaves higher to match your own - dramatically so.
“But for bein’ my hahhh- good fuckin’ girl…” And that gravelling implication makes your glissading pussy greedily slick a fresh coating down Sukuna’s already-drenched shafts. “-how many heirs do ya wan’ me ta breed into this cute cunt?”
You’re not sure what you’re babbling out nonsensically - you’re not sure what you even think, but the monstrous curse in front of you arches a sharp, pink brow. Humming, “I’m thinking- hah- three. At fuckin’ least.”
And oh, the moment that promise leaves his mouth, it’s like a dam is being shattered open.
Because it’s all that he can think about - all that he wants. He yearns.
Manspreading until you’re teetering precariously on his staggering size, two of his beefy arms wrap around your middle to haul your pliant body cushioned against his sculpted pecs. One more veering to pinch your clit and the other- damn, that fourth one.
Acting as if with a mind of its own when he splayed out a hand down your tummy, feeling for the cylindrical bulge of his dual cock spearheading you impossibly open. Caressing. Soft.
“G-gonna have my power heh-” he’s babbling, biting his lower lip to hide a few weakened whimpers. “N’ your pretty features, ngh- and your dumb goo-goo heart and- and-”
And what was this?
Sukuna couldn’t stop thinking about that dangerous little vision you’d planted in his sugary mind. Couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you’d look all round because of him - a pretty queen, with his pretty heirs. How much he’d love-
“S’all your f-fuckin’ fault, brat-” Sukuna snaps his teeth, words coming out hot. Feverish. As frenzied as his hips were when they’re crashing into your own so hard that it hurts. Bruising the planes of his sharp hip bones, buttering up your goopy insides until they felt viscous around him. “Fuck- a thousand fuckin’ years n’ this is what makes me ngh- lose- it-”
Fuming - seething.
Because every collision into your elastic cervix has him recoiling back just a haf-bounce. A gluey smear of precum tainted behind, but parting with your pretty pussy for just that was too much.
He needed more. More, more, more-
“Kuna- Kuna m’gonna cum-” Your babbles cut through his shimmering visions of you with three kids dangling off your shoulders, fighting him for your attention. Heh. Hips jittering pathetically up and down to meet his sloppy cadence, your teeth sink into his tender earlobe. “M’gonna- hah- m’so close-”
Thwack!
His fingers smear along the mounded flesh on your ass, squeezing. “S’fucking cum, dammit.”
What Sukuna didn’t expect was for himself to cum, too - sharpened carnivorous teeth digging deep into your throat - for all to see. Curdling low grunts at the back of his throat and fuck-
Fuck, he sees white.
Now, Sukuna always came so much. The double divots at the very ends of his two cocks splurging out candy-like seed that waters your melty cunt until you were overspilling. Every peak of your high being wrung out of you. Sukuna’s pulling out just one of his cocks to make an even bigger mess-
“Oh- ohhh-” Sukuna seeps with the puddle of opaquely milky cum waterfalling from the minute openings of your sloppy hole. Something about it makes him gulp. Parched. Second mouth manifesting on a free hand and slurping a few candied dredges, “I think…I think th-three isn’t enough.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - Wifey, wifey
“K-kiss me-” Ino gasps - he begs. And your breath just hitches at the way his pretty brown eyes flood with a glaze of tears. Rosy lips raw and puckered, “Please- please, I j-jus’ need you to kiss me, pretty–”
And how could you refuse?
With your splayed-out palms mountaineering over his heaving pecs, you’re craning your glissading body down, down, down to kiss him senseless.
And shit, he can feel the way your clingy walls hug his pulsing shaft even tighter. Careening his mushroom head to bump up against your bruised g-spot, he leaves a few gluey pecks exactly on the bullseye of your tender orifices. Just in time for Ino’s lips to wrap around your tongue and suck-
“M-mmpf- woah.” Ino’s weepy eyes scrunch wildly together, maw spilling slack to groan out. Like he’d just realized something - just had the world’s greatest epiphany. “S-sweetness, I…” Struggling - heaving to scramble up all the correct words, but it was so hard when your squelching pussy was talking to him like this. Only - only - continuing at your reassuring nods, “I wanna fuck a baby into you- two, actually.”
Fuck- fuck. That’s not how it was supposed to come out. It felt so…dirty speaking to his beloved girl this way.
But Ino can’t help the way that his overstimulated mind was so heated it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Leanly strong arms manhandling you to scurry his ruddied face into your sweat-sheened neck, “I-I mean-”
“I want that too, T-Taku–” you’re moaning. “N-need you to fill me up so badly. Ngh- been wantin’ it for a while now…” Oh, it sounds like music in Ino’s ears and a mantra in his mind.
Over and over and-
“No-” Ino’s rutting his colliding cockhead against your pulpy cervix, teeth gritting furiously with such pathetic embarrassment. “No no no- fuck! M’gonna–”
And that’s just about the warning you’re being showered with, before something hot and thick dumps inside your cunt. Viscous spatterings of velvety ropes smear themselves on your slobbering walls, gummy insides so wet and sweltering hot. Just from those words you’d uttered - Ino thinks that he’d be happy even if they were the last fucking ones he’d ever head.
That shrill gasp escaping from your lips is enough to make Ino groan.
“Baby, did you just-”
“Yes.” He’ll berate himself later for cutting off your pretty voice, head now too busy reeling with trying to scoop up the gelatinous dredges of cum your gaping hole was slurring out. Deft fingers pushing each creamy ring back inside- “Move your fingers, pretty. Can’t let it go to ngh- waste. I-I’m sorry s’jus’ ah- this pussy is just…”
Truly, there was no word to describe the utter heaven that Ino was floating in right now.
And the only thing justifying his words are the way his hips drill into yours. Not stopping. Not even slowing down. His thrusts were so filthy now - absolutely nothing like the measly languid slides you were gyrating down his fat cock. Flexing abs massaging your core, rounded cum-filled balls once more so heavy and stinging against your ass.
No, it’s like something had snapped - something had…changed.
Two rough hands clap around your vigorously gyrating hips, so pressurized that it was almost as if Ino was dying to bruise his patterned fingerprints right into your tender skin. And his delicate voice cracks with a ruined little whine of your name. Eyes sliding to the shadowy back of his lids-
“Th-this is alright- right?” His lower lip trembles, asking. Pleading. Slender hips curving up again and again in a way that had your sugary sweet pussy flaps creaming out drizzly sheen after sheen of fresh slick. “Can I really…”
Huffing out a teasing little puff of laughter, it makes Ino’s pretty cheeks flush even deeper. “Mhm— nothing to hah- be shy about, baby.”
God- he couldn’t even bear to say those sultry words out loud. Instead, reverently gliding one of his palms along your tummy, Ino’s breath hitches at the nudge and pull of his bawling tip.
Pressing down. Hard.
“M-m’gonna make you s-so ngh- full here– spilling.” he’s drawling out, words stumbling along into one another. And you can’t help but have your hips fucking even faster into his pirouetting grinds at the utterly husky tone of his voice. The way he sounds ruined already. “Use me until ya give me t-two sons–”
Shit- when did he even learn to talk like this? It’s like his mouth was declaring those deepest, darkest secrets of his. Oh…yeah he knew it - it was babyfever. And Ino was a hopeless, happy patient.
Sappy pecks being lined up along your kiss-bitten lips, one of his thumbs expertly rummages for the bulging caress of where his smooth, curvaceous head was spattering thick wads of pre. “Think they’ll h-have my ngh- looks?” Head lolling all the way back at the sliding pressure. “Hope they have your haaah- smile, pretty–”
“Shit- shit shit shit-” you’re gasping, wet breaths being drunken in by a parched Ino. He’s greedy - ravenous. Such an uncharacteristically sleazy smile being smeared all over his lips when your cushiony g-spot gets bruised by his rotund tip. “I-it feels so good, Taku- Ngh-”
“Only the b-best for the mother of my kids, duh-” he rolls his eyes.
Oh, his words were so sweet - pert lips grazing your own in a messy excuse of a kiss was so sweet. But what wasn’t was the way that one set of his long fingers spiral around your wrists and pin them behind your back.
And it gives him the absolute perfectly heavenly angle to latch those gentle lips around your hardened nipples. “Gonna be s-so pretty- the ngh- prettiest momma-” Nuzzling his head into the valley of your heaving breasts, his teeth sink into one sensitive nub and tugs. “Have you all round n’ swollen and m-mine. Mine mine mine-”
All that resonates in your mind when he’s finally tipping you over to cum. Your eyes daze with a bleary tinge, tired thighs aching when your hips thwack! wetly into his.
His tired cock drooping out a few more pearly beads of seed that refreshes your gripping walls - before Ino sees sparks and cums dry. Eyes practically smothered white with how far they’re rolling back, sweat breaking out over his forehead all over again, mouth falling slack.
And out of it comes only two words-
“Marry me.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - HEAVEN N’ BACK
“D-don’t run away–” And to anyone else, it would sound like the strongest is begging on his knees. Words crumbling with hollow rasps, cracking into pathetic little whines. “Come baaaack- where’d you think you’re hah- goin’?”
But you knew better.
You knew that Gojo Satoru was just a single more saturated squeeze of your clingy walls from fucking snapping. And times like this, you wondered just how high the kill count would be - whether you would be number one on that list.
As if reading your mind, his staggeringly long fingers grasp around your wrangling legs and drag you about halfway through those navy sheets like some ragdoll.
With an innocently rosy pout, Gojo’s planting a pretty peck against your ankle, whispering out an utterly strained. “Just hngh- look at her-” And you’re realizing with a shockwave that he isn’t talking to you. Not even close. Cerulean eyes so hazy and glowing - smoldering into where your cunt was being speared right through by his solid inches. “-I c-come back from the fuckin’ ah- death n’ my girl’s zonin’ out.”
“I-I’m not–” you’re whining, being pressed with all his weighty muscles into the meanest mating press.
“I-I-I-” Gojo’s mocking with such a sleazy grin - and for a split-second you’re wondering if he’s even realizing what he’s babbling. Eyes half-lidded, barely focused. Sweat-glistened forehead connecting with yours, the humorless grin that Gojo’s plastered on is so ruined. “-heheh, m’not gonna die w-without breedin’ ngh- this cute cunt ever again.” Boring down at your greedy hole, “Riiight~?”
It’s as if he expects your sweet, sugar-coated pussy to answer. Huffing with a dramatic pout once the only thing he’s gifted in return are the most lecherous squelches he’s ever heard in his life. Mumbling, “Got her mouth full– gonna be even f-fuller soon, y’know?”
“Y-you said that already, Toru–” you’re sobbing out, thighs drooping wider and wider open with every withering ram being punished upon your puffy pussy.
He’s drilling into you so deeply that you swear there’s a permanently red imprint of your thighs on his washboard abs. Rummaging open your gluey walls that it was like they were permanently molded around his fattening girth. Thick, viscous sloshes of pre coating your poor, bulging folds.
The sight is so pretty that shit- Gojo can’t help but have a little fun with it.
Plunging out this entirety of his fat shaft to spy down at the way your poor unshut hole sloshes all over herself with a milky torrent of his cum. Gojo’s curling a few fingers over his hefty hilt and thwack! thwack! thwacking! your tearful lips even soppier.
“Look at how much you’re ngh- wastin’-” And Gojo sounds genuinely upset, rosy lower lip wobbling at the frosty ounces of his voluminous seed. “Guess I jus’ hafta breed ya alllll over again…”
Ah, the things he does - the stamina he has.
Well, stamina if it counts just a little cheating. Reversed curse technique currently working overtime to make sure that neither of you are breaking bones right now - though, that’s too late to say for the bed. You’re gliding a hand down the shattered headboards, avoiding those broken springs-
“B-being so greedy right now, Toru–” Yet, every scolding word of yours sounds like a whine as your slobbering flaps swallow up every inch he’d give. “What has hah- gotten into you.”
You knew.
Oh, you knew.
Because Gojo really did think for a few seconds that it would be the end of it all right there on Shinjuku grounds…as if.
Gojo Satoru had clawed his way over to you and he would always - from hell and back. And the one thing on his mind was-
“A baby–” He’s spitting out a lecherous mantra - the same one he’s been husking over and over for hours now. The thought enough to have his sculpted back hunching, his jaw slacking open, a sly drizzle of drool beading down the corners. He didn’t know why - he didn’t know how, couldn’t get it out of his mind. “A baby a baby oh- y-you’re gonna give me a baby, right?”
As if you could say no to that.
Because even after so long - Gojo was willing himself to paint your cute cunt white all over again. He doesn’t know if he can, doesn’t know whether it’s fucking possible but fuck- if he wasn’t going to try.
Shit- he felt so feverish with want and he didn’t even know why.
Gojo smears his lips down yours in a kiss, buzzing fingertips giving your pert clit a ready slap! It’s harsh. Right in time with the ruthless cadence of his fat, mushroom tip marching into your g-spot. “Now fuck yerself ngh- back onto this fuckin’ cock- milk a baby outta me. Take it all.”
Something about his words were so mean - desperate. And as soon as your mindlessly fucked self was writhing a few fingers down to your neglected clit, they’re getting rudely swatted away by Gojo.
Eyes wild, teeth bared in such a base animal instinct. “Move that damn hand.” Rolling one fat thumb over the plump, tenderized hood. “I said fuck yourself not- hmpf- Can’t breed her hah- properly otherwise.”
You’ve never seen your lovely boyfriend ever act like this before. He’s sparking the ends of his eyes with blue lightning bolts of cursed energy. Free hand siding a few fingers right down the cylindrically carved pathway of his rummaging cock.
Gasping, “T-Toru what are you-”
But he only smiles mysteriously, and you don’t know if you’re even capable of handling what he’d just examined at your gooey depths. Rendering you dizzy already.
But Gojo, it turns out, was doing far, far worse.
It’s like his body is overtaken by some sort of fever, a giddy little giggle bursting from his lips. You’re being fucked so hard into the mattress that you’re sure you’ll be able to count the little outlines of the sheets on your skin even tomorrow.
Neat, pearly rows of teeth smirking, “Our first is gonna be a g-girl.”
And maybe you’re cumming - maybe you’re not. By now the nth orgasms on top of orgasms simply leave you gasping at the crescendo of euphoria, your vision halfway blacking out. Gojo Satoru really was the greatest at everything and that included making you lose your mind.
Just about the only thing you’re registering is his fatigued cock spasming deep into the honeyed depths of your cunt. Coating your womb in a sugar sweet lather of cum - once. Twice. Sloshing with every rugged swivel and drip! between your pursed lips.
Gojo hisses when his achy cock starts cumming dry halfway through. And he doesn’t know whether he simply flipped the two of you over or fucking teleported; because when you’re blinking your vision back, you’re finding your unsteady legs straddling his slender hips.
Gojo’s head lounges hungrily behind on the pillows, face tilted cockily up at you. And his massive palms don’t know where to touch - anywhere and everywhere down your simmering body.
“C-c’mon now- don’t think we’re done just yet.” Before finally resting on your slightly inflated womb, still convulsing with tingles of your high and the steaming hot weight of his cum. His hips rut- ah right…babyfever - that’s what it is. “F-fuck a few babies outta me, wontcha?”
“B-babies?” Plural.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Because of course, it’s plural. “I want six.”
A/N. Ahhh honestly I don’t even know if I want kids but…anyways, hope you have a lovely week <3
katsuki with his fussy kitty hybrid who insists on giving him a thorough tongue bath every time he comes back from patrol because he smells too much like izuku or eijirou. typically, licking the side of his face makes him cringe but he’ll only pull you closer, scratch behind your ear and call you his good kitty.
sometimes he thinks you might drive him insane — you hiss at guests you aren’t to keen on ( which does make you an excellent judge of character ), you leave small creatures in soft blankets and linen for him to find because you do love katsuki even if you turn your nose u at him. you hide and prowl silently and somehow manage to tear off the bell collar he’d gotten you. you’ll put all your weight on his chest if you ever catch him lying down.
you’ve also got a crazy suckling issue ( something to do with weaning when you were young ) — so you’re always pawing at his sweat pants and sucking on his cock to help get to sleep or for comfort. more often than not, you’ll curl at the end of his bed each night… only for bakugou to wake up half hard with the crotch of his sleep pants completely soaked through with saliva. purring loud through the quiet night.
he doesn’t push you away, just has his fingers caress their way to the back of your head in order to hold you still. shuffles all the fabrics down to grasp at his cock and carefully guides his tip past the gentle drooly opening of your lips tiredly to help you along.
“atta girl, now watch your teeth.” he rasps, voice roped together by sleep.
you do as told, chest rumbling in content — easing back on the fangs that graze his shaft if you’re not mindful.
bakugou oftentimes pretends it’s a hassle to have a clingy cat like you, one who ruins the sofa and the walls and would rather scratch him that the perfectly respectable and expensive scratching post he had sought out just for you. though, when you look up at katsuki in the night, mouth full of precum and drool, pupils eclipsing the colour in your eye from how much they’ve dilated — katsuki doesn’t mind it so much.
me when i realise yuuji will never be happy again and he lost everything he swore he would protect and now he can’t even have his own proper death because he’s going to live forever and become a cursed object oh Gege u will pay
