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hi im radical. 18. sexy. funny. freaky. i be writing or whateva. im black.

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jjk twt links pt.2

cw: fingering, sucking dih, rough sex, smoking, squirting, jerkin off, cunnilingus, freak nasty

GOJO - ۶ৎ

he's so gone for you, he doesn't even need to feel anything to cum

gojo taking you from the side

gojo fucking his pussy pocket

GETO - ᢉ𐭩

how geto takes care of himself

makes you get high while he fucks you

geto devouring you when you act up

TOJI - .ᐟ.ᐟ

him fingering you

sucking him off (god i need that)

and you better take it

NANAMI - ⋆𐙚 ̊.

fucking you against the couch

fingering you in his lap

you been a bad girl? this is how he's ending the night

CHOSO - Ი𐑼

genuinely this is choso moaning like this is actually him

you looked too good doing the dishes

you make him send a video in those hello kitty pants you got him

overstimulating choso

SUKUNA - ꩜

sukunas big fat dick

on the rare occasion he actually gets drunk on your pussy

how rough he manhandles you

he pounds into you

HIGURUMA - ♡⸝⸝

straight home from work he's got you on his face

VIBE ON HIS DIH

he loves fucking your face too

SHIU - ᰔᩚ

shiu gets bored in the car while waiting on his clients

how he breeds you

shiu eating your pussy in the car

INO - ✰

making you squirt on his tongue wherever

fucking his boxers

power washing his dick

YUKI - ཐི༏ཋྀ

she's eating you however long she wants

type shit she send you when you're busy as fuck

scissoring with yuki

a/n: i added an extra link for choso and sukuna since i forgot them last time. i also added yuki cuz i #needthat

divider: @/renyanovy

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my fav higuruma fanart currently :0

(all art on twt, must be logged in to view, credits linked) MDNI

soft build

"i'm not good enough"

relaxing night

overworked & underfucked

day off

dress shirt

nose deep

that manspread tho...

cutie

black higu

walk in the woods

really amazing higu sketches

#needthat

some men and some drinks

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

that nose.

nerd higu my baby

COLLEGE AU PROF HIGU AHHHH

what a yearner

thank you to all of the wonderful artists in the world and the amazing artists in this post. i love you.

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how the jjk men treat you in your subspace afterglow~~

about: you enter that floaty haze after sex, how do the jjk men take care of you? including: gojo, geto, toji, nanami, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino

cw: fluff, a lil suggestive, readers out of it

word count: roughly 326 words each (definitely got carried away with some)

s. gojo - the tease

𝜗𝒞 he taunts. but he's infatuated. and he’s still teasing you, of course, but that doesn’t mean you’re not well taken care of. he’s feeding you all the sweets he usually keeps to himself, hidden away somewhere you can’t reach. bringing you water, towels, everything to keep you comfortable and rested. everything but clothes. you ask for clothes, he’s telling you “you don’t need clothes baby, nothin’ i haven’t seen. just put the blanket on.” he wants you in your most natural state, nothing obscuring your relaxation. 

𝜗𝒞 he's placing a curled finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up to see your pretty eyes, “look at you…can’t even keep your eyes open, can you gorgeous?” a dopey smirk reaching his lips.

𝜗𝒞 every thing you say coming out slurred and stuttering, it’s so cute to him it’s might have him tenting his pants again… but he’ll deal with that later. even when your lovely little hands reach out to him through his boxers grabbing at his hard on, he knows it’s just your sex crazed body itching for more and more, your senses heightened. he knows you need to rest. he knows from the way you eventually reach your body to his and clutch him close to you for cuddles. “damn girl, just can’t get enough huh?” he'll tease your clinginess, but make no move to shove you away.

𝜗𝒞 and as much as he wants to keep you up with him a little while longer, he’s ushering you to sleep. telling you repeatedly “shh baby i know i know…go night-night.” letting you down softly so you can be at 100% when he needs your pussy again a few hours from now…

s. geto - the provider

𝜗𝒞 he's kind. oh he’s so kind. rubbing your pretty fucked out head. you're humming and humming, body softly rocking and rubbing against the bed, the friction still needed on your body. his hands helping. caressing you from head to toe, massaging you so perfectly. the state your mind is in has his every touch feeling like it could make you cum if he just added a little pain or a few kisses. 

𝜗𝒞 thoughts slow and warm, the only thing that feels honed and real is his voice. “does that feel good pretty baby? how bout this..?” he’s worshiping you with every touch, making sure despite how sexed out your brain is right now, you still know how much it matters that you feel safe with him. 

𝜗𝒞 after all the tugging he’s done on your scalp tonight, he’s securing your hair in one of his discarded hair ties on the nightstand. making sure to keep your head level and steady as you keep swaying and swaying, dopey smile on your cheeks. “wanna order food?” he says, letting out a soft laugh when he sees the way you shoot up.

𝜗𝒞 he couldn’t get the food of your choosing since you weren’t really capable of making a choice…but he knows you well. possibly better than you know yourself. the doorbell rings and he has to muster all of his strength to leave you while you whine and whimper for him to stay. by the time he's free from your grasp and can lay everything out for you, your eyes are fluttering away as you begin to sink deeper and deeper into a possible slumber. your heavy eyelids fly open at the feeling of hot food pressed against your lips, “you’re not going to bed without eating something. open.”

t. fushiguro - the guiding hand

𝜗𝒞 he quiet. but he’s perfect. holding you close, giving you space, answering whatever you ask him with that slur in your words and that blur in your vision. in fact, he seems to always be one step ahead. each thought you have, it’s like he reads your mind. i’m kinda thirsty… he’s already handing you a water. where are my panties…? he’s sliding them up your butt. i miss you ‘ji… "i'm right here ma, talk to me."

𝜗𝒞 he's rubbing your sore body, gigantic calloused hands sliding over the subtle bruises and hickeys littered along your pretty skin. as he's admiring his work, you're staring at his perfect, shirtless frame. “like what you see girl?” he's saying with a nasty smirk, placing kisses down your body, finishing with a smooch to your barefoot.

𝜗𝒞 you’re immediately reaching out at him, hand landing on his thigh searching for his goods. “nuh uh. hah—bad girl, stop that.” he thinks you're the sexiest thing ever right now, but you must rest. he knows that. there’s just something that fills you with a strong urge to please him, to follow his every direction and instruction. it makes you feel so good to be told what to do by toji, especially right now, and he knows that as well. 

𝜗𝒞 he's got commands rolling off his tongue and encouragement flooding that precious brain. he's clutching you closely, guiding your body into the position he wants to envelope you in. “lift your foot. baby cmon you got it.” of course he could easily maneuver you exactly how he wishes, but there’s just nothing like watching you mindlessly obey him, with you enjoying it just as much as him, maybe more..

𝜗𝒞 he's embracing you, body hot as hell. turning sour when your trembling arm pushes against his chest, “you’re a fucking furnace toji—move!” he’ll oblige, letting you roll your worn body onto your stomach. but only 20 seconds go by before you feel him tossing a hand onto your ass, or slinging a foot over your calf, just needing to touch you, to keep you right there.

k. nanami - the caretaker

𝜗𝒞 he's attentive. and serious. you were such a good girl for the performance you just blessed him with tonight and he's lucky to be in your presence. he considers this the only method of paying you back (besides literally making you cum a million times). 

𝜗𝒞 he's torn between making you keep silent so you can focus on recovering your perfect body. or making you talk to him so he knows you’re still mentally, somewhat, back to normal, and not having any time to have any hateful thoughts in case thats where your mind chooses to wander. 

𝜗𝒞 he's taking all of your requests the second they spill from your lips. no matter what you want. uttering a gentle “don’t move”, before he departs from you, as if you could even think about moving right now. he's bringing you tea, turning on your show for you, and making you something easy to eat. you push your spent body off from the bed, using your last little bit of strength to mutter to nanami, “baby i... think i forgot to take the clothes out the dryer~”

𝜗𝒞 and just like that, he's finishing all the tasks you set for yourself that you didn’t complete: thats folding the laundry, washing the dishes, watering the plants, stopping by the neighbors and giving them extra food, that one assignment. all while consistently peaking around the corner into the room, “you alright sweetheart?” he's asking softly, hoping you don’t respond as your torso slowly moves up and down so he knows you’ve finally fallen asleep and are truly resting. but every time your head weakly nods against the pillow, he's walking into the room, kneeling by the bed and rubbing your shoulder, a hand rushing to hold your head with the same fragility you would a delicate flower., “anything i can get you?” coming from the softest, deepest, most soothing voice you’ve ever heard.

c. kamo - the listener

𝜗𝒞 he's patient. watching. listening. waiting. every little sound you mutter, no matter how incoherent or whispered, he's pausing time to hear what you’ve got to say. or what you’re trying to.. “what’s that? … huh baby? no i can’t let you crawl inside my skin…if it were possible, maybe…though it’d probably kill me you know that right? … what? … oh you said you know and you don’t care? uhm.. well that hurts my feelings pretty. what if i get you some chocolate..?candy..?icecream..?...Ice cream!? okay! stay put.” 

𝜗𝒞 he's laying beside you as you go on and on about whatever floats into that fucked-out head first. from what you liked most about the way he just dicked you down, to how some ramen would literally change your life right now. you’re observing nonsense, and just spewing it all to him with no care in the world for anything but how good you feel right now. he just watches you talk, taking it all in until you show you need his feedback, or just to hear his lovely voice. every now and then blessing you with a “yeah?” or “tell me more.”

𝜗𝒞 he's so soft spoken it drives you crazy. hearing him speak cures that ache in your back from arching so sweetly for him, that tingle in your scalp from him tugging on your pretty curls, and that faltering throb between your legs from being used all night. your conversations last as long as you need, a perfect reset before you shut down for the night..

s. ryomen - the one who melts

𝜗𝒞 he's safe. he's secure. he's strong. he doesn’t even have to do much because even if he's just looking at you, you have never felt so protected. and its not because he's doing anything that's super gentlemanly or anything thats overly cushioning; it's because he lets you in. he uses that strength softly. his dominance not weakening, but laying down for you when you need it most.

𝜗𝒞 similar to choso, he's all for the conversation. but instead of you doing all the rambling, it's him. 

𝜗𝒞 he figures in this state you won’t have the energy to tease him. he also knows it’ll make you happy. to see his vulnerability while you recover in yours. 

𝜗𝒞 he's sitting up against the frame of the bed, one leg wide and stretched out, the other slightly bent to allow your body to mold into him between his legs. your head on his chest, fingers drawing mindless little circles on his pec. your body so tiny compared to the wide frame that is his torso. legs completely surrounding your lower half, your toes wiggling slightly with every rumble in his chest from the deep boom of his voice slightly rattling your skull. he's got you wrapped up in the stories of all the things he's been thinking of you that he never thought to speak at the time.

𝜗𝒞 “i knew that if anything happened to you…i’d never forgive myself..” his hands tightening you in his clutch. you start, “so you located where my boss lives and destroyed his entire home with his family inside?” a beat, “i have and will do much more for you...” you’re weakly turning onto your side, needing to rest your weight on your other half. his hands aiding you in your shift as you speak, “so why did you leave them alive? i mean, i'm glad you did but its not like you i guess.” “i just needed to send the asshole a message…i also figured you wouldn’t be fond of the ending of their lives.” you beam at the softness of his tone at the finish of his sentence. the fact he truly considers your thoughts and feelings before his every action has your stomach full of butterflies, but you can’t help but wonder with a grin, “and what exactly is the message you were trying to send huh, my lord?” 

𝜗𝒞 “to give… you more time off work.”

h. higuruma - the grounding one

𝜗𝒞 he's dreamy. and a little scared. he helps bring you back to reality slowly. while your serene and teetering on the edge of consciousness, he's focused and counting your breaths. 3 seconds in…4 seconds out…but then a moment of stillness…sometimes its 2 seconds, sometimes its 6…are you forgetting to breathe? does it hurt to breathe? is something wrong? or— “my love, are you holding your breath?” him asking now making you aware of it, you didn’t mean to. 

𝜗𝒞 he sits you up before he works to ground you. holding your flimsy hands with a stern yet concerned look in his eyes, “look at me. breathe with me.” your eyes darting all over his perfect frame, watching his chest rise and fall, matching your chest with his the best you can. “goood, thasit.. can you feel the ground beneath your feet?” his eyes flick down to your feet and he watches you wiggle your toes with a little snicker. “haha…good baby reaall good. what’s my name?” he quizzes, your face drunkenly contorting into a smirk, “dada man..” you mumble sweetly, a short but sexy huff of laughter leaving his even sexier nose, “my government, cmon.” “hiromi...” a hesitation, “…higuruma.” he smiles broadly at this, still in disbelief that he has a woman so perfect within arms reach.

𝜗𝒞 “that's my girl. mmm..who provides testimony regarding a case?” he questions jokingly. you lean into his strong, warm, strong body, his arms wrapping around you and scooping you up swiftly before he lays your body down on the disheveled bed. he reaches above you and grabs a piece of clothing from atop the bed frame, his cardigan. and before you know it, it's swallowing you whole as he lightly tosses it over you, keeping you nice and covered so he can somewhat make up the bed. when he begins to walk to the other side of the bed, he feels your small hand grab his thigh, tugging him back to you. “hold on pretty, ill be just a mome—“ you eye him with adoration before you manage out, “witnesses~”

s. kong - the guarder

𝜗𝒞 he's overprotective. not super talkative, but he never leaves your side. and forget about even trying to move for a second, he refuses to let you get up. you need to go to the bathroom? he would bring the toilet to you if he could, but he settles for carrying you there. watching you the whole time you pee, you want to feel awkward about the way he's eyeing you down, but mostly, you feel guarded. like nothing bad can happen to you as long as he's there. when you’re done, you’re reaching to stand up but he's already lifting you off the seat and placing you back into bed. 

𝜗𝒞 he's pacing the room. he needs a smoke. but he can't leave you alone, he just can’t. he sits by your feet, his leg bouncing profusely. “are you alright?” he questions softly. you nod your head, feet sliding into his lap. he squeezes your foot tightly, “you sure?” you feel his leg begin the slow beneath the weight of your foot. “just smoke in here shiu, i don’t mind~” you speak lowly, noticing his angst through your haze. hell maybe you could use a cigarette too. “mhmno,” he grunts, “shit's not good for your lungs doll.” you scowl at the hypocrisy, sitting up before he can stop you. 

𝜗𝒞 you manage to persuade him to take you to the balcony with him. convincing him he needs the smoke and you could use the fresh air. he finally lets you stand on your own against the rail, feeling the mellow wind slide by your face. he keeps a hand on the small of your back, his hair slightly shifting from the breeze, cigarette smoke rushing from his nose into the sky. the silence between the two of you comfortable, peaceful. and before he can place the cancer stick back into his mouth, you’re turning face first into his chest, arms wrapping around him and clutching his shirt. he holds you tightly with one strong bicep, his other arm still resting on the railing. he stills a moment, in shock. how is a woman this perfect all his? but then without hesitation, he’s flicking his cigarette out of his fingers and encasing you with both his arms. 

t. ino - the playful one

𝜗𝒞 he's super playful. very distracting this one. he's poking at your pretty cheeks (the ones on your face hehe) and asking you silly questions to keep you talking so you don’t drift too hard. “stay with me sweetie. what’s your favorite dinosaur? no thinking.” or “would you still love me if i were bald?”. he's got you swatting his hands away every time you begin to speak.  gently pinching your legs, playing the drums on your butt, and softly jabbing your love handles, making you giggle and groan. a weak “stop it!~” leaving you every 15 seconds. 

𝜗𝒞 you’re showering with him, soap sliding down his body as he washes you. the scent of bath and body works warm vanilla sugar sticking to the both of you. you’re eyeing his almost full soap bottles and your damn near empty ones. he's always stealing your soaps. not that you mind, you actually love the fact he loves to smell like you. his cinnamon hair hanging down his neck and face, stray strands clinging to his forehead, water trickling though them. 

𝜗𝒞 out the shower, his large veiny hands rubbing you down in lotion, whispering sweet nothings against your every limb. he's got 3 ski masks to the side of you, “choose your favorite one”, he says. so you take em, one after the other, gliding them over his head, analyzing each. the color, how they fit, the curve of his mouth and nose beneath the fabric. how sexy his eyes look up at you through the opening of the mask. and through it all, he's offering you lots of poses: hands on hips, 90s album cover, head in his hands kicking his feet, t-pose, you name it. 

𝜗𝒞 and once you’re done chortling the whole time, barely able to choose which one you like most, you’re picking the perfect classic all black mask. although the mask is supposed to be “threatening” and “thuggish”, he somehow makes it look so sensual. an inviting look in his eyes whenever he has it on. he's got it sliding it over your head and adjusting it quickly before he asks his next and hopefully final question, “have you ever had a krispy kreme…?”

a/n: guess who i like the most lol. i was gonna add hakari but i had to chill.

dividers: @/dividers-are-us , @/anitalenia

art: @/terubossu on twitter

thank u for reading!

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⌗ᆞ› ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ : ꒰ 𝒘𝒉𝒐’𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐’𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒎? ꒱

.✦ ݁˖ certified tops - these men walk in with dom energy like it’s a signature cologne.

toji fushiguro – top. undisputed. man eats raw meat and doesn’t ask permission. merciless. heavy. ruins you and then goes, “tch. you wanted this.”

sukuna – top. vicious, cruel, mocks you the entire time. thinks submission is hilarious. uses it to assert dominance. a control freak in every bedroom scenario.

nanami kento – top. respectfully. responsibly. but with terrifying control. gives “you will thank me after i destroy you.” sometimes wears a tie only for this.

.✦ ݁˖ certified bottoms - soft legs, soft moans, hard denial. bottom-coded and we all know it.

yuji itadori – bottom. golden retriever energy. wants you to feel good, gets flustered when praised, pants like a puppy when edged. praise him and he melts.

yuta okkotsu – bottom. babygirl-coded. blushes, stammers, but loves it. very sensitive. tries so hard to top once and ends up whimpering in your lap.

inumaki toge – bottom. will whisper “shake” while begging to be touched. quiet but desperate. high-key needy under the surface.

.✦ ݁˖ the switches (and they switch hard) - unpredictable. dangerous. deliciously versatile.

gojo satoru – switch. chaos incarnate. loves topping because he gets to tease, but will absolutely get on his knees just to make you feel inferior to his skills. the rare brat and brat-tamer combo.

suguru geto – switch, leaning top. very in control. will absolutely let you ride him just so he can watch you try to take the power. always a step ahead. can flip roles mid-round.

choso – switch, leaning bottom. sensitive and sweet, but can get possessive and rough if someone touches what’s his. gets flustered when you dominate him, but secretly craves it.

megumi fushiguro – switch, but hates admitting it. gets pulled into topping because he’s “reliable,” but lives for the moments he can give up control. quietly kinky.

nobara kugisaki – switch. feral and unapologetic. will top you while wearing lipstick and heels, or let you pin her down if you’re worth her time. never submissive. she gives control, she never loses it.

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jjk p-links! … but they’re just moaning 🫦

this is himbo! choso with babysitter! reader. after yuuji falls asleep and their parents have left for the night. they didn’t trust choso taking care of yuuji by himself, so why not bring the pretty neighbor over?

this is frat! gojo after he showed his ass at a party last night. you had to remind him who he belong to as you overstimulated him all night.

this is nerd! geto who’s apologizing for being so mean to you! he was under sm pressure with finals and yelled at you! so you rode him into oblivion as he begged for forgiveness.

this is english major! nanami after you called him during a study session with his group, your bare pussy flashing his screen as you whined for him to come back home to you. who can refuse that?

this is surgeon! toji who had the longest day ever at work. what kind of wife would you be if you didn’t suck his dick while he winds down from his day?

and this is house husband! hiromi who needed your perfect body after a long day of taking care of your kids and handling your daily errands. what a good wife you are.

[radicaltiod]

I have been quite obsessed with Higuruma lately, BECAUSE THAT MAN IS FINEEEE. I was thinking of Higuruma handling Reader's case about a murder (that she's not guilty btw) and Higuruma can't stop thinking about how innocent reader is, how naive Reader is and also cute just thinking of currupting her lol.

let me try to pick up what ur putting down 🫦

about: u heard anon

cw: a weebit suggestive, higuruma is a little mean, reader is scared

word count: 1k

this can’t be happening. murder charges against you. you, of all people. sweet innocent you. precious you, who wouldn’t hurt a fly. on trial for murder. obviously it's just a bad case of wrong place wrong time. and of course the first thing people close to tell you is to “get a good lawyer,” they know you didn’t do it, and you’re gonna need all the help you can get to prove you didn’t. 

that’s when you meet mr. higuruma. a tall brooding man with heavy eye bags and a strong passion for justice in his deep brown eyes. when you have your first meeting with him through the thin dusty glass, you expect him to be stern, to jump straight into the run downs of how this case is gonna go. but when he sees you looking down at your pretty little hands in the tight cuffs, legs squeezed together in panic, whole body on high alert, he can’t help but tease you after 5 measly minutes.

the conversation beginning so cordially, but soon losing its way the more you calm down and the more he loosens up. he's already read your files of course, (pulling extra hours to do so), but he needs your side of the story straight from you. you begin to explain yourself, telling him the truth and nothing but the truth. he's watching you intently, index finger softly yet quickly tapping his thigh. 

he knows you’re innocent. theres' been many times where he's pretty sure his client is far from guilty, but you? he knows. 

“w-why are you smiling?” you mutter out, not even halfway through discussing the events leading up to the murder. shit, he didn’t even notice, “i was just thinking,” he's leaning forward on both his elbows, hands covering the lower half of his face, “you really shouldn’t look so sweet while discussing something so ugly.”

a blush hits you unwillingly, the hairs on your arms flying up and your panties slowly dampening. you feel like a pervert! and meanwhile higuruma feels like taunting you. you’re just so gorgeous and scared, it’s making him feel things he probably shouldn’t feel. the fact that he knows he's gonna get you out of trouble. the fact that you’re worrying your pretty little head when he’s seen there’s already enough proof to set you free. it’s strangely really hot. it's got him tented in his suit pants which he doesn't even bother to hide since you can't see it without standing up and looking down through the glass separating you two. nor would he mind if you did.

you don't know why but you’re feeling vulnerable, comfortable, even, “how long are they gonna keep me caged in here like some animal?” you voice out softly, looking at him with need, for answers and maybe more.

“they’re holding you pending trial. that means until your hearing and bail decision are finalized. if bail is denied…you’ll stay until the case is resolved.”

a beat.

“and you’re not an animal. animals don’t look at their lawyer like that..” he says with a smirk, hand fiddling with his tie.

he's right, you didn’t realize it but hes got you way more relaxed than you were before he sat down. despite this, his last words bother you and your mind starts wandering, if the bail is denied…oh god what if the bail is denied? what does that even really mean? why would it get denied??? questions start flooding your brain, crowding your head one after the other.

“how much are you able to help me..?”

“that depends on the evidence. my job isn’t to erase what happened. it’s to protect your rights and make sure the prosecution proves every single claim.” he leans closer to the glass, “i can do a lot for you. the question is… how honest are you willing to be with me?” eyes trailing up and down your pretty figure as he spoke.

“w-why are you looking at me like that? it’s your job to help me out of this mess! nothing more nothing less..” you whisper yell at him, sitting up quickly, feeling the fright return to your spine. 

“it is.” a soft sigh comes from him as a moment passes, “i’m just studying you dear," dear? "juries won’t just listen to facts. they'll watch. the way you blink. the way your hands shake. the way you pretend you don’t understand what you did,” quieter, his tone shifts, “you look very convincing when you act innocent..” you’re slowly taken aback, eyes widening in fear. you thought you guys were doing so well! you thought he was somewhat believing you were innocent, framed, blamed! now he's showing his true colors, his real thoughts.. he's gonna make sure you’re locked away forever he’s not even gonna try to help you he's—“w-what?! nonono mr. higuruma i didn’t do it i swear i really didn’t i wouldnevericouldneveri—“

a deep chortle, “i was testing you, sweetheart. you know i’m on your side…right?” one last small heh leaving his sick and twisted mouth. you can’t believe him! now you don’t know what to think. does he believe you, does he not? why does he keep looking at you like he's hungry..? will you be sentenced, will he save you? do you deserve it? are your hands truly as clean as you think you are? did they find your fingerprints on something? is there no nearby surveillance to show you didn't do it?! he has you doubting your innocence with the look in his eyes, that easily. you can't tell if it's meant to be flirtatious or if he knows something you don't..

“ohmygod i’m gonna be in here forever aren’t i? they're gonna take me away!?” you’re spiraling, he watches, eyebrows briefly coming together in sincerity, “if convicted? depending on the degree... twenty-five years to life,” he lets that sit, “but that’s the worst case. panic won’t help you, and i don’t plan on losing”. you let out a scoff of relief or of doubt, you’re not so sure. 

he's moves to lean back, propping one leg up over the other, ankle on his knee. elbow placed on the opposite knee and he brings his face down to his hand, covering his mouth and holding his heavy head. “don’t worry. even if things go badly…you won’t be alone,” he's visibly holding back another sexy snicker.

“i visit my clients regularly.”

a/n: i don't know court stuff like that so i'm sorry that this is shit:<(

dividers: cafekitsune

thank u for reading!

[radicaltiod]

jjk twt links

cw: cunnilingus, riding (with some pain kink), outdoor sex, squirting, 69, pantsing with foot, fleshlight.

✮⋆˙riding toji , toji making u fuck back on him..then taking over ,

✮⋆˙geto fucking u on ur largest stuffie , geto talking u thru it

✮⋆˙gojos voice message to u after u send a pic of urself , gojo making u squirt with his skilled tongue

✮⋆˙rubbing ur foot on ino takumas dick thru his pants , 69ing with ino

✮⋆˙nanami is starvinnggg , what nanami does when hes all alone

✮⋆˙shiu pulling over in the middle of nowhere to take his pretty girl , shiu fucking the squirt out his princess

✮⋆˙hiromi eating ur sweet pussy straight home from work , rubbing ur foot on hiromi thru his pants

best i can do (for now muahahaha)

mdni divider: @/renyanovy

[radicaltiod]

jjk:

𝜗𝒞toji— arguing with roommate!toji , toji loves the way you sound

𝜗𝒞geto— geto fuckin you in a headlock

𝜗𝒞hiromi— hiromi headcannons! , hiro working on ur case , hiromi fanart

𝜗𝒞multi— jjk p!links , jjk p!links pt.2 , how the jjk men treat you in subspace

[radicaltiod]

no no square

what im not writing for—

anytype of shit play, age play (age regressing), race play, anyone under 17 (not aging up anyone canonically younger than 17), incest of any kind (no step anything).

[neotoru]

‧₊ ˚⊹ husband!higuruma wants you to ride his face after work 18+

you don’t even need to tell hiromi what you want (need) after a long day at work. all you have to do is shut the door a little harder than usual, kick your shoes off with a little more force, and he’s already in front of you, hands running up and down your back. your hands slip around his neck as you pull him closer to you, resting your head on his chest. 

you know he’s had a tough day at work, as he always does. his tie is loose around his neck, top buttons of his white shirt undone. the two of you stand there in silence, letting the comfort of finally being at home in each other’s arms envelop you. 

he doesn't need to ask you how your day was. you don't need to ask him. the both of you know it all too well; the stress, the fatigue, the sleepless nights. it’s even rare for you to be at home at the same time at an adequate hour in the evenings. so, the fact that you’re finally alone with him before midnight on a weekday is making you unreasonably horny. you can smell his aftershave from the morning lingering on his skin, feel the warmth of his calloused palms as they caress your bare arms.

it’s been days—no, weeks—since the two of you have had sex. but you don't want to burden him, to ask him to pick you up and take care of you in the ways you so desperately crave. so, the two of you trudge to your shared bedroom to get changed out of your stifling work clothes. 

higuruma watches you as you slide your trousers off, arms folded across his chest, the muscles in his forearms drawn taut. as you begin to unbutton your shirt, you feel his firm chest brush up against your back, hands slipping the fabric off of your body and snaking around your bare waist, pulling you close. he dips his head down, peppering loving kisses across your shoulders, trailing upwards to your neck. as he nips at your skin and his hands roam over your stomach, lightly massaging your breasts, you can't help but sigh. it’s laced with need and longing, and your husband knows this. 

“hiromi,” your breath catches. just the raw, skin-to-skin contact is making arousal pool in your underwear, thighs squeezing together on instinct. 

“let me eat you out,” he whispers, breath fanning against your ear and making your stomach flutter. “please.”

“but you must be so tired, baby. don’t worry about me, you should rest,” you tell him, though your body gives away your desires, automatically leaning into his touch. “you’ve had a long day.”

“so have you,” he mumbles into your skin. “let me take care of you.”

every nerve in your body is screaming at you to just take his offer and indulge yourself for one night. 

your husband turns you to face him. he leans in closer. now, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with sweat on his skin. it’s musky and heavy and so so him. his eyes flick down to your lips and he presses his against yours. the kiss is tender and full of all the love you hold for one another but never have the time to say. his taste is familiar; reminds you of home. 

as he tangles his tongue with yours, he starts to gently push you towards the bed behind you. he breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours, and rests his hands on your shoulders. you sit on the edge of the bed and shuffle backwards, leaning against the mess of pillows at the head of the mattress, elbows planted by your sides. 

you clench together to try and provide some semblance of friction between your legs, where your clit is aching with need. slowly, higuruma crawls towards you. he parts your legs and you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, his rough hands running across the burning hot skin of your inner thighs. a soft exhale escapes his lips when his gaze falls upon the damp spot that has begun to spread across your cotton underwear. you suddenly feel exposed, sitting here in nothing but your bra and panties, whilst he’s fully dressed and looking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes. 

he leans his head against the inside of your plush flesh, and you extend a hand to cup his face. the ebony haired man in front of you nuzzles into your palm as you stroke your thumb across his cheek. hiromi begins to kiss the inside of your hand, sending chills scampering down your spine, and never once breaking eye contact with you. 

“please,” he pulls away slightly and his voice cracks with hunger. “let me make you feel good. you deserve it.” 

higuruma shifts his body to be face to face with your clothed, yet still drenched, pussy. 

“i don’t want to burden you, hiromi—”

you’re cut off by him pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. “you’re never a burden,” he kisses your core. “i can relieve your stress for you. i want to help you out.” his worship of your body as if it were a temple makes butterflies swarm within you.

you nod lightly, any sense of resolve dissipating in an instant. “okay.”

hiromi wastes no time in peeling the sticky fabric away from you, tossing them to the ground and revealing your drooling cunt. it’s almost embarrassing, the way you're already dripping so much for him, slick oozing out of your hole after all he’s done is talk to you sweetly.

your husband swallows thickly. “sit on my face,” his voice drops down an octave and your stomach lurches. 

obediently, you follow his command. whilst he rolls over on to his back, you position yourself over him, straddling his face. it’s obscene how soaked you are—you think you can literally feel a drop of wetness drip down your inner leg—from the way your husband is gazing up at you right now. his eyes are half-lidded, jaw slightly agape as he breathes heavily, eager to taste you. who would have thought that a few weeks of abstinence would leave you so desperate to be touched?

“sit.” hiromi’s voice is husky and deep and he wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you down on to his face. 

you can feel his breath flutter against your heat as you sink down on him. he presses a gentle kiss against you, then kitten licks at your clit, and your body tenses up in anticipation. instinctively, your hips buck down to chase his mouth. 

higuruma laughs, low and sultry. the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and make you shudder. 

“so eager.”

before you have time to scold him, he licks a strip up from your candied entrance to your throbbing clit, tongue flat against your folds. a strangled cry escapes your throat, the noise guttural and raw. it’s been so long since you’d had time alone with him, even the most mundane of acts feels almost overstimulating. 

hiromi’s eyes flutter closed as he moans into you, lapping up your juices like a man starved. 

“mmh,” he groans. “missed your taste.”

his words fly straight to your pussy; your hole quivers around nothing. your hands find the headboard in front of you and, when he glides between your folds, you grip it so tightly your knuckles start to turn white. his warm, wet tongue traces patterns into your clit, and the bliss is so overwhelming that you can’t help but whiiiine his name out. he’s slurping and gulping all of you and the sounds coming from the two of you are nothing if not filthy. 

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he plunges his tongue into you. in this position, his nose is pressing up against your clit, providing a mind-numbing pleasure that ripples over your body in electrifying waves. 

“fuuuuck, hiromi,” you mewl. “feels so—hah—good.”

you’re grinding down into his face now, velvety walls clenching around him with every push of his nose against you. his hands guide your hips as you fuck his mouth, legs trembling above him. 

“keep going, baby,” he grunts. “use me.” 

higuruma pumps his tongue in and out, curling it inside, nose relentlessly rubbing up and down your clit as he moves his head to match the pace of your hips. your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. helpless pleas tumble from your lips as he coaxes an orgasm out of you. 

“h-hiromi, ngh, so close,” you whimper. 

any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you until your brain turned to mush. today, however, he takes pity on his poor, overworked wife, and decides to let you take what you need from him. 

“you’ve worked so hard, baby,” he rasps, letting up his ministrations temporarily to praise you. “you deserve to cum, right?” 

“mhm,” your eyes are screwed shut in complete ecstasy as you thrust onto his face oh-so-desperately. “s-so close, i can’t hold out—”

your dewy slick is coating his nose, leaking down the sides of his mouth and his chin and higuruma is utterly drunk on your smell, your taste, on you. you fervently rock your hips, chasing your high with nothing in your brain other than hiromi, hiromi, hiromi. 

he withdraws his tongue from inside of you and drives it against your sticky silk, incessantly swirling around your clit. then he sucks, and you gush on his mouth. 

“shit—fuck—hiromi, ‘m cumming—”

your thighs clamp around his head, hard, and you cry out. the pleasure overtakes your body in full force, euphoria coursing through your veins and clouding your vision. the man underneath you continues to lick you through your orgasm, your muscles convulsing uncontrollably. to hiromi, the sight is exquisite: you, writhing above him, moaning his name out so deliciously. it’s almost enough to make him cum in his pants. 

and when you come down from your high, body slumping next to him, he just pulls you close to him, nestling your bodies together.

“thank you,” you whisper, fatigue spreading throughout your body. “i needed that. i love you.”

“i’ll do anything for you,” he kisses the top of your head. “always.”

masterlist

note i wrote this then realised that @porcelainut has a fic that's very similar, so please check out their work too !! happy higuruma anime debut day :D (his nose is so sexy lol)

[lilikoiyu]

✩*ೃ.⋆ toji fucking the attitude out of you !

18+ mdni!!

toji's had enough of your mouth tonight.

you've been snapping at him since he walked through the door—something about him being late again, something about never telling you shit, something about how you're "not his fucking maid." every word dripped venom, every glare sharp enough to cut. he let it slide for the first ten minutes. let you pace the living room in those tiny sleep shorts and his old tank top, tits bouncing with every angry step, voice climbing higher.

then he stopped letting it slide.

now you're bent over the arm of the couch, cheek pressed to the cushion, ass up, shorts yanked down just enough to bare you. one of his big hands is clamped around the back of your neck—not choking, just holding—keeping your face down while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. his cock is already buried to the hilt, thick and unforgiving, stretching you wide on the first brutal thrust.

"still got somethin' to say?" his voice is low, gravel-rough, right against your ear as he leans over you. the weight of him pins you completely. you try to push back up—instinct, defiance—but he just tightens his grip and slams in deeper, forcing a broken moan out of you instead of whatever bitchy comeback you had lined up.

"thought so."

he doesn't ease into it. never does when you push him this far. he fucks you like he's trying to carve the attitude right out of your body—long, punishing strokes that knock the breath from your lungs every time his hips slap against your ass. the couch creaks under the force; your fingers scrabble at the fabric, nails digging in for purchase.

"f-fuck—t-toji—slow down—"

"no." he punctuates the word with a particularly hard thrust, grinding deep until you feel him against your cervix. you cry out, thighs shaking. "you wanted to run your mouth. now you're gonna take it."

he pulls out almost all the way—lets you feel the drag of every thick inch—then snaps back in, setting a rhythm that's all power, no mercy. wet, filthy sounds fill the room: skin slapping skin, the slick squelch every time he bottoms out, your own choked whimpers you can't hold back anymore.

his hand slides from your neck to fist in your hair, yanking your head back just enough so he can see your face—flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted on gasps.

"look at you," he mutters, almost mocking. "all that fire and now you're just drooling for it. pathetic."

you try to glare, try to snap something back, but he chooses that moment to angle his hips and hit that spot inside you that makes your vision white out. your words dissolve into a high, needy whine.

"there she is." he smirks, dark and satisfied. "that's the sound i wanted."

he lets go of your hair only to wrap his arm around your waist, hauling you up so your back presses to his chest. the new angle has him driving even deeper, cock bullying against every sensitive ridge inside you. his free hand snakes down between your legs, rough fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, messy circles.

"you gonna come like this?" he growls against the side of your neck, teeth grazing skin. "gonna soak my cock while i fuck the brat right out of you?"

you can't answer—can only nod frantically, hips bucking back to meet his thrusts. the pressure builds fast, too fast, your whole body tightening around him like a vice.

"that's it. come on—give it to me. show me you can be good when you want to."

your orgasm hits like a slap—sharp, overwhelming, ripping a scream from your throat as your walls clamp down hard. you gush around him, slick dripping down your thighs, soaking the couch arm beneath you. he doesn't stop—fucks you through it with short, brutal snaps of his hips, drawing it out until you're trembling, overstimulated, tears pricking your eyes.

"fuckkkk—good girl," he groans, voice finally cracking with how close he is. "squeezin' me so tight—gonna fill this pussy up. make sure you feel me for days."

one last deep thrust and he buries himself completely, coming with a low, guttural sound that vibrates through your back. hot pulses flood you—thick, endless, spilling out around his cock as he grinds slow circles, forcing every drop as deep as it'll go.

he stays like that for a long minute—still hard inside you, breathing heavy against your shoulder—until your legs give out and he has to catch you.

then he pulls out slow, watching the creamy mess leak from your swollen cunt with dark satisfaction. he turns you around, thumbs brushing the tears from your cheeks almost gently.

"attitude gone?" he asks, voice softer now, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

you're still panting, still shaking, but you manage a weak nod.

he smirks, leans in, kisses you slow and filthy—tongue sliding against yours like he's tasting his victory.

"good. 'cause next time you start mouthing off…" he nips your lip. "i won't stop at one round."

you shiver.

he just chuckles, low and dark, already scooping you up to carry you toward the bedroom.

"better behave, baby. i've got all night."

[radicaltiod]

"i can't hear you.."

about: toji reeaalllyy likes to hear you moan.

cw: reader gets called a bitch, fingering, tojis a lil yearner for your sweet noises, calling toji daddy.., doggy, big zick toji, oral (f! receiving), handjob, reader squirts, toji cums in you.

wc: 1483

toji loves the way you sound. he loves to finger you so he can focus on your pretty moans and whines. “awe pretty baby, louder hah.. i can’t hear you~” fingers ramming into you, pressing into your sweet spot over and over. you're clutching his arm that's jerking back n forth, pressing your face into it in an attempt to take what he’s giving you. you are literally already SO loud, that's how you know he’s bullshitting. that's how you realize how much he loves your pretty pipes. he lets out a throaty groan when he feels your teeth sink into his beefy bicep, god the sight of you having to bite down on him is so sexy and its got him harder than diamonds. but he wants to ruin you. he wants you screaming and crying. he slightly shifts his technique inside your drooling pussy, fingers going from slamming into your gspot, to grinding deep into your gspot, curling up just right, “cmoncmoncmon” his deep ass sexy ass panty drenching ass voice chants lowly into your ear, yearning to hear you. you feel your tummy churning in intense pleasure and that's it. your teeth unwillingly unlatch from his strong arm and your mouth drops widee open. “thassit— attagirl! fuckin sing fer me. fuck..” 

you start trying to take it away from him, to tease him. of course that doesn’t work very well. strong hands gripping your tight arched body thats rising against the backseat he’s got you pressed into. each powerful thrust he feeds you is threatening a loud sound out of you. however, you use every ounce of your strength to keep the sounds to a minimum. and by minimum its a, “hic! — umph mmmfuc—nngh…ah! tsssah”. toji slows his hips in annoyance. big rough hands yank your hips back onto his dick one last time before he stills, “fuck me. cmon. move it—selfish ass bitch..”. your eyes fly open as you press your knees down to the seat, giving yourself the pressure needed to slam your pussy on him the best you can. toji grips your ankle in his huge hand that completely wraps all the way around it and tightens. his other hand rubbing the stubble growing on his jaw, eyes boringly watching you pathetically fuck yourself onto his thick cock. you lift urself up by your arms to give yourself more strength to do what he asked of you, not wanting to piss him off even more. but…your visibly struggling. and as much as you don’t want to, you start to whine, pussy aching for him to go back to dicking you good. the sound of your whine hitting tojis ears immediately pisses him off, “uh uh, clearly you didn’t like when i was fucking you, so do it yer self.”. “mmnn t—tojiiii pleasseee im sorrryy daddy…” his large overbearing frame leans over your back, lips right by your ear, hands and hips still refusing to help you. “what was that? say that again?” your pussy clenching at the warmth of his breath against your ear and the heat of his body above your body, dick still keeping you stretched, strong hand gripping your ankle so tight it feels like it might break! “’said im sorry daddy..”, your soft little hand reaching behind you and resting it on his handsome face, looking back at him with those fuck me eyes that win him over every time, “i w—wanna be loud for youu, please help me be loud for you..” hot pussy still dripping down your thighs, squeezing onto his fat dick. he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, his other hand dropping your ankle (your now numb foot flopping onto the seat) and grabbing your face roughly with a harsh tsk!, all 8 inches of hard meaty dick suddenly punched completely inside you, buried to the hilt in less than half a second. the most pornographic cock drunk moan escaping from deep in your gut, thru your panicked chest, and flies out your tight pretty throat. the sound instantly makes tojis balls tighten, the intensity of the affect the noise had on him makes him let out a breathy laugh (to keep him from busing waayyy to quick in your pussy). “thereee we go, there’s my girl—missed you baby. you better fucking keep that up so i can get your pretty womb full of me hehe..”

he’s eating you out everywhere he can, every chance he gets. you're washing the dishes? suddenly he’s on his knees behind you devouring your sweet sweet pussy, “jus keep cleanin girl mmch..”. dick hardening below you at the sound of your overwhelmed whines from trying to wash the dishes and tolerate his skilled tongue. you doing the laundry? now you're on top of the washing machine, lets pressed wide open by tojis strong hands, mouth latching onto your clit, eyes staring you down while your grinding your pussy into his face, both hands on the back of his head, pulling his mouth deeper onto your clit, your biting your lip so hard it might bleed. once you somehow manage a leg around his head and hold his face into your pussy, your head is thrown back, mouth open, sounds flying out, moans bouncing off the laundry room walls. just like that his eyes are tightly squeezed shut. so focused on letting you grind and grip and and — “fuuuuck t—toji ohmygodohmygod im gunna fuckin cummmffhhh tsssah!!” thats what he does it for. right there. you feel vibrating into your pussy and if you listen closely, he’s damn near whining into your pussy at the way your belting right now. and he just adores the way you make sounds even when you're not the one receiving the pleasure. hand in his pants while he’s on the game, pulling his half hard (and still abnormally large) dick out. you're spitting and slobbering all over your hand and using your nasty slutty spit to jerk him off, dick rock hard in 3 seconds flat. “damn s’like that baby? such a whore for this dick huh?” you nod your horny head, “heh, okay do your worst baby”. he’s got the controller right above his abs, fingers flying over all the buttons, eyes glued to the screen, ignoring his pretty baby and letting you do your thing. you're talking to him just a little bit, telling him things like “damn nice shot baby,” and “does that feel good daddy?”, it's not an issue at first, he’s answering you no problem. “thank you sweet thing, fuckers’ not on my level….” and “yeah.. doing real good for me, sexy”. until you sit your pussy on the heel on your foot. not grinding or anything, just feeling the pressure on your clit from your weight pressing you down onto your hard heel. you start to feel those precious moans coming from out of you while you jerk him. suddenly it's not so easy to focus on the game anymore. you're in his ear, softly moaning little whines, “i love youu toji..l—love your dick baby..” he’s off the game just like that. there’s no way in hell he can fucking focus on that shit anymore. he’s saving his game, exiting to lobby, shutting everything down. you're watching his face shift from being locked in to the game to absolutely giving up on that shit. “w-whats wrong ‘ji?” “on your knees.”

now speaking of you talking and moaning, that leads to the next point. toji LOVES forcing you to talk while your moaning. giant rough hand gripping your fucked out face. tojis forehead pressed against yours, eyes staring into yours thats are twitching, crossing, and rolling all at once. his hips grinding and slamming his cock into your tight heat, “tell me tssss fuck—tell me how it feels doll”. you guys don't do missionary often but when you do god damn its undefeated. it's so personal and intimate. toji isn’t like his usual self when he’s fucking you face to face. he’s completely smitten, every sound you make has him thinking of all the ways he’s gonna marry you, get you pregnant, kill for you, die for you. “please..talk to me baby.” god he’s so close, he wants to cum so bad but he needs to hear you talk. he needs to hear that struggle. that inability to form correct thoughts and sentences, all because of him. “it’s—ohmy...its so..sshiiii—i canticcanntt nghhfuckk hic! huc! pleasepleaseplease im gonna mmake a m—mess ah!” it's over, “uhhhcc fuck..imgonnafuckingcum takeittakeit!” and a mess you made indeed. a mess you both made. your mess is a splash of squirts all over his abs and thighs, his mess floods your womb and spills out down between your ass. you're borderline passed out and he’s breathing so hard he think he might die.

and one day, your sounds might literally be the death of him.

a/n: thought of this cuz im loud asf and cant help it.😜 emoji in the comments if u relate!! i proofread this like thrice but ik imma reread this later and see hella impurities smh..

dividers: saradika-graphics , cafekitsune

thank u for reading!

[radicaltiod]

some hiromi thoughts..

᭄ི₍᭡ now that hiromi higuruma (dada man) has been officially been on my tv screen…i been thinking…🫦 

𝜗𝒞 hiro! has a real bad infatuation with your titties. size doesn’t matter, big sexy juicy, itty bitty pretty, in a tight tank top, a lacey bra, he likes when they’re pressed together and you have your cleavage on display, he likes when they’re sitting apart and your sternum is on display. he’s constantly pressing his handsome face into ur chest, letting out a biiiig sigh into your body as if just submerging his nose into the smell of you is reviving him after having to use that big brain of his all day. he also is constantly grabbing them. date night? he’s walking by you getting ready, giving them a quick squeeze (its only quick cuz you told him to get off you so you can finish getting ready btw). sleeping? his favorite way to cuddle with you is to spoon you and wrap his strong arms around you and grab at your chest. falling asleep clutching your boobies in his big hands. and pleeaaseee don’t be insecure about your pretty chest around him, you won’t make it out alive. 

𝜗𝒞 hiro! is definitely the best at aftercare. he's running you a bath, he's laying out clothes for you, shit he’s even preparing you a charcuterie board while you soak. he doesn't talk much but when he does, he talks to you so sweetly, jokes around with you while massaging your soapy scalp. (he’s also ignoring the boner he has raging in his pants at the sight of the soapy suds sliding down your boobs.) he reassures your dumb little fucked out head so you know no matter what you're still his good girl, regardless of how much he’s convinced you otherwise. he watches your comfort show with you, starts that new show with you, whips out the ole movie collection, puts on one of his favorites he wants to share with you. he’ll massage every bruise he left on you, kiss every piece of you he smacked or bit. and even if you were the one topping him, he still prioritizes your mental once you guys are done. mumbling a quick “you okay?” from underneath you while you're still catching your breath, he’s already caught his.

𝜗𝒞 hiro! answers all of your court questions no matter how silly they are. he loves you and wants you to have all the answers you need, especially about something he specializes in. he likes the fact you know he’s smart. not in a cocky way, he desires your attention and he likes that he can give you what you desire. which is…

“can you just dramatically storm out of a courtroom?" “you can. but you’ll likely be held in contempt of court. judges don’t appreciate theatrics unless they’re the ones in control.”

“do lawyers ever know their client is guilty?” “sometimes.. but criminal defense attorneys are there to make sure the law is followed and the accused receives a fair trial. the system requires fairness, not assumptions.”

“can you object to someone just…being annoying?” “no. annoying is not a legal basis for objection. unfortunately.”

you are a strange one though, sometimes asking him the worst things during the worst best times. sitting across from him at dinner, high heel pressing against his bulge underneath the table.

“if i were on trial, would you defend me?” “if you were guilty, i would ensure you were treated fairly.” a beat. a hand squeezing around your strapped ankle, his dick hardening beneath your foot. “and if you were innocent…i would be relentless.”

sitting on his sexy ass manspread lap, arm around his neck, face up against his, (you like being all up in his space to somewhat annoy him but he never cares). “can lawyers tell when someones nervous?” “yes. body language changes. speech patterns shift.” his gaze slides from your eyes to your now clenching thighs, “yeah, like that”.

“is it bad if s—someone can’t stop staring at their lawyer?” you gasp out, sitting on his fat dick, hands pressed to his chest to hold yourself up. his eyebrows scrunched together, mouth slightly agape, “its…distracting. court requires focus.” his response comes with a sharp thrust up into your tight heat, a rushed hic! leaving your throat and a sharp hiss leaves from between his teeth. “and so does sex baby, stay with me.”

𝜗𝒞 hiro! likes cats. he’s not a dog person at all. of course if you have a dog he’ll come around, but he won’t need time to be involved in the life of your cat. he’s buying your kitty toys, making sure your fur baby has all the scratching posts they need. every time your precious cat comes around he has to pet them. its a must. “damn romi, everytime they come around you stop everything you’re doing to pet them! i mean i'm glad you like them but i'm scared you like them more than me hehe..” he picks up your kitty baby and scratches their belly (they don’t even like when you do that..). “princess, you know how whenever i see your breasts i have to grab them?” “well you don’t have to but yeah.” “its the same feeling. and yes, i do.” you roll your eyes but you can’t deny it's literally the cutest sight ever. you also catch him talking to your cat sometimes, “you must be hungry sweetheart..” he replies to their insistent meowls. (its like ur cat knows its 6 o’clock) “sorry, honey. mommy’s in the bathroom right now probably shitting, but i can feed you..” you scowl at him thru the crack in the bathroom door at the shitting comment but you can't help but feel your heart flutter at the sight of him filling her food bowl with a mix of their dry and wet food. every now and then whispering a faint “hold on,” or “almost done.” every time they meow.

𝜗𝒞 hiro! is the jealous king. when you first started dating him, he had you thinking he was so confident in your loyalty that jealousy wouldn’t be something that's an issue. which is somewhat true, he knows your his, he knows you know it too. but godddd it's fucking horrible seeing someone flirt with you. eyeing you up and down, like you're for fucking sale. inching closer to you, eyes flicking from your eyes, to your lips, back to eyes, then down to your titt—“thats enough. lets go.” he asserts, jaw tightening. “what..?” you can barely say goodbye to the guy thats been obviously eye fucking you for the last minute (hiro didn’t let it go on for long lmao) before you feel hiromis thick forefinger loop through your jeans and yank you back into him by your pants. you're getting gently shoved in the car despite how angry he is, after all, he’s spent years keeping his composure under extreme displeasure. once he’s in the car, you can’t even think of what to say because this was just so out of his character. you knew it had to be because of the guy clearly trying to literally have sex with you in his mind while talking to you, i mean the only reason you were entertaining the loser was because hiro was right there and you wanted to see a reaction from him. a little toxic, yeah you know that. but its completely worth it when you get home and he gives it to you good.

“you know why you’re bent over my knee right now doll?” wrists tied behind your back by his tie, his shirt loosely buttoned and belt buckle digging into your hip. one hand holding your wrists, the other gripping your bare ass cheek, “y—yes, hah fuck please..”

SMACK!

SMACK!

2 rough slaps to your pretty red ass. “please what? you want me to fuck you? huh?” you’ve never felt your pussy clench as much as its clenching right now. pulsing, throbbing, aching~ “the fuckers i work with piss me off everyday. every case. every accusation. every trial. someone's always being done wrong. what makes you think i want to come home to the love of my life and have her getting even more people to piss me off huh? my precious girl doing me wrong?” ur eyes watering at his words, the guilt starting to hit you as you realize he’s not just pissed at the loser, he’s pissed at you. “i'm sentencing this pussy to an hour of begging for me. mmh but maybe if she gets wet enough… i'll set you free early for good behavior heh~”

𝜗𝒞 lastly (for now maybe) hiro! is extremely touch starved. we knew that though right? he’s constantly working, pulling extra hours, and he’s always exercising thats beautiful noggin of his. for most his life, he doesn’t notice how hungry he is for affection. its not something thats on his mind usually, he somewhat gets by without it. but when your fine ass comes around, he has a huuuggeee realization that he’s been missing something special for a long time. it all starts when he’s in his office and you come in to bother him, thinking nothing of it. his head is clouded by the endless thoughts of problems and solutions. the beautiful tired out man is practically a machine when he’s in his zone. but the stress was undeniably destroying him tonight. you climb up on his desk, sitting pretty in your little gown, feet propped up in his lap. reaching your hands forwards and cradling his heavy head in your soft warm hands. instantly, its like his brain empties. everything that was pissing him off—poof! gone, just like that. he looks up at you through tired eyes, big brown orbs widening at the sight of something so beautiful touching him. his cold, rough hands come up and grab your wrists, holding your hands tighter to his face, saying the only thing he can think, “…youre perfect..”. and just when he thought you couldn’t get any more perfect, “mwah!” you place a big kiss on his forehead. he’s on the verge of just completely quitting his job and just living in your skin. ‘muahmuahmuahmuah’ you bombard him with kiss after kiss all over his face letting out a pretty giggle, the sound melting his heart a little (a lot). you can’t help but smile at his smitten face as you go to hop off his desk. hands fly down to your hips and press you down to the desk, “don’t leave.” and just like that, you're with him while he works all through the night. massaging his scalp, rubbing his shoulders, caressing his back when he places his head on his desk. 

“thank you, precious.”

god i love him.

please send me requests i need ideas! i'm tryna enter that higuruma flow state but with writing filth instead of court shit (that i had to google to write this no shade)

also i swear i proofread this but i can feel theres still errors hiding from me so please lmk if you find some..

dividers: cafekitsune

[radicaltiod]

geto fucking u in a headlock

about: yup u heard me

cw: headlock so choking, rough sex, dada, this is too short

word count: 303

MDNI!

hic hic hic is the only sound that’s getting pounded out of ur throat. a strooong beefy bicep wrapped snug around ur neck. eyes so far beyond ur eyelids, nothing else possible to ur mind but the overwhelming pleasure in ur gut. his other hand grabbing ur body roughly, yanking it back onto his thick cock, fingers almost digging thru the fat of ur juicy hips.

“tell me how it feels b-baby..talk to me.” geto half groans half whimpers into ur ear. u don’t even begin to try to respond to him as u lift ur hand to the arm around ur neck, in an attempt to maybe get him to loosen up. ur hand so tiny compared to his bulky bicep. “put ur hand down.” he orders. u immediately drop ur hand. “my girl doesn’t talk to me but wants to—fuck…touch me?” ur face contorts into a pout at his words. he’s mad at u. and ur so sorry u truly are! 

it’s just at the rate his bullying his dick into ur stomach u seriously won’t be able to say anything. u feel ur insides tighten and churn in pleasure, the rush of ur orgasm hitting u before the orgasm itself. his groans increasing when he feels ur pussy clamp down on him. u want to cum so bad. it’s right there.

but just the thought of him being upset with u was enough to get u to push thru.

“i—hic..mmfhh…s-shittt,” u start, geto slows his thrusts as he hears ur struggle. “im…s-sorry..daddy” u manage to say thanks to his slowing hips. 

he lets out a low breathy chuckle, hips starting a brutal pace back up. large arm clutching ur neck tighter, pulling ur the back of ur head against his chest.

“show me how sorry u are baby, show daddy”

dividers: @cafekitsune

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[radicaltiod]

arguing with toji about sex stuff leads to…well sex stuff.

about: u and roomate!toji dont agree on some things about sex. which is fine but, toji definitely doesn't agree with u when u say u can't squirt..

cw: u and toji are freaks, cunnilingus, reader and toji are a weebit intoxicated, doggy, pronebone a little, hair pulling, rough sex, just one spank, breeding.., reader squirts.

word count: 1.9k

MDNI!

“i’m telling u toji im not a squirter!” 

u and roommate!toji have been on the couch arguing for 30 minutes over everything sex related. u think cowgirl is best, he thinks doggy is best. u think boobs are better, he likes ass more. u think having someone nut on ur face is best, he believes there’s nothing better than nutting inside someone. one disagreement after the next leads to the topic of squirting somehow. 

“whatever weirdo, u seriously think u can have and give the best orgasms riding someone. weak ass can prolly barely keep a rhythm on some good dick.”

“i’m the weirdo? ur idea of doggy is probably making the girl do alllll the work fucking back onto ur weak ass dick.” 

he smirks at ur comment, just u acknowledging his dicks existence has him twitching. “oh yeah? how ab-“ 

“no no nevermind shut up!” u cut him off before he could say some cocky shit, u know how toji could get. he lets out a hearty laugh and takes a swig of his beer, subtly adjusting his pants before continuing. “okay fine. i got something i think we’ll agree on doll.” he says oddly softly, placing his drink on the coffee table next to the other 3 empty beer bottles he’s already drank. “go on…” u skeptically reply, picking up ur one and only drink from the cup holder in the couch armrest. 

u go to take a sip as u hear his deep voice question, “squirting? or creaming?” he says licking his lips. u choke on the bitter beer not expecting that for some reason. u gulp down 2 big swallows of beer to ease the ache from choking. “hehe..u okay girl?” u clear ur throat with a nod and toss ur hair over ur shoulder before responding. “yeah, let’s answer at the same time. u got ur answer?” he nods before beginning the count.

3.

2.

1.

“both” — “creamer”

“huh, i thought for sure you’d say both.” he says defeated. despite ur disagreements he knew u were just as freaky as he was (if not more). “i only said creamer cuz i can’t squirt. it’s hot though…i’m just personally a creamer myself so…” u trail on, toji blankly staring deep in ur face, u start realizing u might be saying too much. little do u know you’ve already told him enough to have him imagining lines being crossed. the words “can’t squirt” replaying in his mind, feeling him with an emotion he can’t control. it’s almost like a primal instinct has been awakened in him to prove u wrong. it’s like he can’t stand to hear u say something so untrue.

“that’s not true doll. u can squirt u just don’t know how.”

“uhhh don’t u think i’ve tried assface? plus, it’s fine. i mean so far i’ve had no complaints on my creaming so…”

“oh i don’t doubt that doll, i did say both after all. because they’re both equally hot. and u can do both.” 

“i’m telling u toji im not a squirter!” u say, getting a little agitated. men have told u similar things before. oh i can make u squirt baby or u just never had a reaalll man to give it a try. all the same frustrating and disappointing ending. frustrating for u because u really do try to squirt but u just don’t get whelmed enough so it leaves u feeling empty, disappointing for whatever loser tried to make u squirt once they finally realize they aren’t as great as they thought they were. it’s a never ending cycle of both parties not getting what they want, and u strangely respected toji. u didn’t want to go down that same route with him. u wanted him to leave this topic alone.

“look let’s just agree to disagree and call it a night..” u slightly slur, seeing that the last few chugs of beer might’ve been a little too much. u stand quickly, a little too quickly, and turn to toji to give ur goodbyes, head to ur room, and probably get ur vibrator out the second u shut the door behind u. the conversation the two of u have been having has been stirring u up more than u noticed. 

“i’ll make u squirt.” 

u stare at him, he stares at u.

“toji…”

“doll. i will make u squirt. if u let me..” his hands squeezing at his thighs slightly.

a breathy awkward little laugh leaves u as u back away slowly, “toji, i know u think ur some kind of sex god, which is probably true but i’ve seen tutorials. i’ve used toys, my hands, others hands, dicks, pussys, it doesn’t matter okay? i can’t squirt. i don’t want to…disappoint u alright?”

his shoulders bounce as he laughs, almost as if it's so comical that u think u could disappoint him. he chugs the rest of his beer as ur rambling. he stands from his spot on the couch and walks over to u. “let me make u squirt and if i don’t succeed, ill let u prove me wrong about cowgirl.” 

“ahh! f-fuckk tojiiii…oh god—!” ur SO loud. “ohhh fuck doll.. y'pussys so good!” tojis somehow even louder. tojis got ur wrist tightly secured each of his big fat hands. punching straight dick into ur lungs from behind. 

when u two started and he made u get in doggy, u gave him a weak arch just to spite him for ur earlier argument. but u quickly learned u weren’t gonna be in charge at all when he smacked ur ass with both hands and barked out an order “fucking bend girl” the pain from the spank forcing ur back into a pretty arch, pussy clenching around nothing and he notices of course. “god this is gonna be easy. pussys already leaking down ur thighs doll.”

now he’s on a mission to prove u wrong about more than just the squirting. 

“‘s funny i don’t see u doing any work dolly? didn’t u say that would happen cuz of my “weak ass dick”? huh baby?” he taunts u, knowing u can barely breathe from the sheer size of him getting rammed inside u over and over, deeper and deeper. 

never in ur life have u ever been a runner but the force of his dick pounding in ur is so serious it feels like he’s somehow getting impossibly deeper each time. drool falling out of ur mouth and onto ur bed, tongue lolling out, hair a tangled mess from being repeatedly stressed against the sheets. u start to panic as u realize..

u can’t take it. 

u muster all the strength u can and push ur knees against the bed. wobbly thighs propelling u forward as u begin to crawl away from toji. u somehow successfully crawl ur way all the up to the headboard, one knee at a time. however toji crawled his way up with u, dick still fucking into u. he scoffs in disbelief as he follows u, “mmcht where the fuck u goin?” he drops ur wrists roughly and and places his harsh hands on ur shoulders. “u don’t get to get away from me till this filthy pussy is squirting on me.” he grips ur shoulders and yanks down on them, forcing ur whole body down onto his cock. again and again and again. even rougher than before. ur whimpering, rambling out nonsense. trying to get him to slow down, have mercy, take some out. 

over and over, harder and harder, nastier and nastier. ur pussy so wet u would think u already squirted. “u gonna cum huh baby? bet this little pussy wants to cream on me but she’s gonna give me so much more than that. ‘m gonna make her.” he’s growling now. heavy balls slapping against ur clit, giving u the necessary stimulation but its not enough. ur squeezing him, so so close but u can feel its going to be the same disappointing falter once u dont give him what he wants. but then he lets ur shoulders go. he sink his body weight on top of u, forcing ur arch down into the bed. he wraps ur hair around his thick fingers and encloses it in his sweaty palm, yanking ur head back so he can see ur fucked out face (and kiss it). his other hand travels down ur front, straight to ur pussy, straight to ur clit. he begins his assault on ur clit, not too slow, not too fast, steady yet rough circles on ur clit. dick slamming into ur gut, hitting even deeper in this new angle. 

he starts yapping in ur ear, and somewhere in that deep breathy horny voice of his, telling u all the things u want to hear, u feel it. “god ur so fucking sexy doll. taking this dick like it’s allll urs, like its s'made for u. yeah its so good isn’t it baby? u feeling it mama? ohh s-shhiittt ur choking me…” holy shit it’s right there. it…hurts? but it’s sooo good. it’s so tight inside u, fighting to get out. ur body is trying to let it go, to give it to him. but ur mind can’t believe what’s happening to u. u can barely comprehend the feeling in ur tummy, chest, and cockdrunk brain. 

“t-t…toji! nghh, i..ca-can’t..fuuuckkk—!!” ur toes are numb from how hard you’ve been curling them, u don’t even know where ur hands are. until u fist them into the sheets, letting out a guttural scream as u squirt all over tojis cock. “ohhh yeahhh thasa good girl! yess god fuck..gimme that shit baby don’t stop,” he just doesn’t quit, each powerful thrust letting out squirt after squirt all over his dick, all over his muscular thighs, and all over ur now ruined bedsheets. 

“i’ll—fuckfuckfuck buy the pill for u baby i swear, i gotta nut in this pussy fuck!” he loudly groans and surprisingly whimpers into ur ear as he finishes deep inside ur pussy. he holds his hips flush against ur ass as his balls pulse, releasing rope after rope in ur tight cunny. 

u can’t protest, u can’t even think right now. taking everything he gives u before he pulls out and watches his cum ooze out of u and onto the squirt stain bedding. he leans down and licks up the bit that slid out before spitting it back onto ur pussy. he teases ur already sensitive pussy by tonguing it, his sticky cum making it even easier. he starts sucking at ur entrance and pulling cum out of u before spitting it on ur pussy. ur legs shaking from overstimulation, “toji~stopp” “shut it girl.” he muffles out into ur sloppy pussy. once he’s satisfied with how much of a mess he’s making of ur pussy he starts devouring u. lips and teeth and tongue smacking against ur clit and lips, shoving his tongue back in u and flicking his tongue quickly deep inside u. pussy squelching so loud from his nasty mouth damn near destroying ur more than his dick did. 

he toys with u for a little and u expect him to give u a little more time but soon after he grabs u and flops down onto the bed as he brings u on top of him. ur hair in the way of everything he brushes it out the way for u, holding ur pretty fucked out face in both his big burly hands.

“well i won the bet. and proved u wrong on multiple disagreements. but i think u still deserve a chance with the whole cowgirl thing doncha think doll?” he smirks, dick almost completely hard again just from licking his cunt around ur pussy. 

ur never gonna leave this room.

especially not without proving him wrong.

dividers: @cafekitsune (u da goat)

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