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🏷: Ray.recs , Ray.writes, Ray.thirsts,

Simp list: Suna Rintarou, Haitani Ran, Nanami Kento, Kunikida Doppo, Sleepy Ash, Bakugo Katsuki, Sanemi Shinazugawa

Ask box: Open

[princess-okkotsu-deactivated020]

Dreamboy

CW: gn!reader x megumi. aged-up. megumi strictly bottoms. pegging (it’s called a cock but you can think of it as a strap or an actual dick, whatever you wanna do I ain’t stopping u). oral (megumi receiving). missionary. he’s a bit of a brat but reader doesn’t mind it <3 reader calls megumi baby and sweetheart im sorry I can’t not be soft with him T_T oh and there’s a mention of piss.

Length: 1.3K

TLDR: if no one will write bottom megumi I will ig

Megumi’s so pretty. It’s the kind of pretty that needs to be admired, worshipped even. You’ve always told him so, and for the longest time, your compliments were met with a rosy blooming of his cheeks and a little pout on his lips, some quip of denial leaving his lips before he can even process what you’d said. But before he even realized it himself, he began to welcome the attention and invited your teasing, sometimes even floundering on purpose, just to get a compliment and a smile tossed his way. It took some time for him to realize he could earn it without the faux rejections and the sour attitude, not that you minded. Teasing him was always a little fun. 

Tonight when you tell him he’s pretty he still flusters but his pout is replaced with a parting of his lips, a little ‘o’ in place of that pout that you always kiss away with a giggle. His bare thighs rest on yours and he knows what to expect, having done this so many times before with you. Dark, spiky locks are haphazardly spilled all over his pillows as he lays back for you. What better way to admire him than like this: his awfully beautiful face buried in the pillows, serving as a stark contrast to his sweaty body, flushed pink and littered with bites?

“Hey, ‘gumi. Look at me,” you ask him, to which his blush only deepens. 

“How am I supposed to do that when you’re—fuck,” he stutters as your fingers feel like they’re prying apart his insides. It’s not like you’re not gentle—you’re so gentle sometimes even Megumi begs for you to go faster. But the cute little moans and whimpers you pull out of him have always made him embarrassed and that isn’t changing any time soon.

“Pretty please?” You ask, bending down until your lips hover just over the tip of his leaky cock. It twitches with even just a single warm breath. Your lover’s always been so sensitive. “I want you to look at me—wanna know if it feels good.”

“‘Course it does,” he says, like it's obvious, even though his typical monotone voice warbles.

“Yeah?” You kiss down the shaft and curl your fingers inside him, all the while listening to him lose that composure he’s trying desperately to keep up. “This good enough for you then?”

He shivers when you suck on just his tip, and you taste the salty, thin precum that coats your tongue. You suck, dip your tongue right into his slit, and relish in the way his fingers tighten as they grip the bedsheets. You feel his thighs close up a bit around your shoulders, his back arching just an inch or two off the sheets as you stretch him with your fingers.

“D-Dont tease me like that,” he whines, to which you reply by taking more of him down your throat. Sometimes he hates how good you are at this, making him come apart and lose sense of himself so easily. Your throat closes around his length and it's the first time he openly moans in earnest, bucking his hips so he can fuck himself on your fingers. 

“Gonna make me cum,” he says, reaching down to get a grip on your skull. You snort, and he knows if you could speak he’d hear a ‘that’s the intention, sweetheart’. You bob your head and flick your fingers till he’s tight around them, legs bucking from all the sensations you’re giving him. It’s not long till he’s cumming down your throat, a mix of salty and sweet and bitter—and you swallow it eagerly as your gaze meets his.

“Shit,” he whispers, practically gasping for air. You pop off, a web of spit forming between his tip and your lips. You pull out your fingers too, rub your lubed up hand up and down your cock. Megumi’s chest is rising and falling with his deep breaths but he’s watching you intently, and parts his love-bitten thighs for you. You reach down and smear your spit down over his balls and just over his slicked-up entrance, massaging them as he whines about overstimulation.

But he’s quiet when you start to put it in, observant when you hear that pop of his tight little ring letting you in. You don’t know that he’s biting his lips so hard he tastes copper, too focused on the sight of him taking you in. You grab at his hips and he spreads wider, waiting until your hips meet his backside.

“You okay, baby?” You ask and he feels that weird jelly feeling in his tummy, the one that appears whenever you’re so sweet to him he feels undeserving.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay,” he nods, taking a deep breath that he holds inside his chest as you slide in to the base. You always start out so slow it’s borderline frustrating but he knows it’s so worth every second of it. He lets you fill him up, his body tense before it finally relaxes. You don’t move, not yet—you lean down to kiss him, the change in angle pushing your cock into him further, and he moans against your lips at the feeling.

“I’ll be good to you, baby,” you smile, and kiss him again as he wraps around your neck, your waist; holding you so close it makes every little rejection of his so clearly a farce if it wasn’t already so. 

He lets you fuck him, grinds his wet, half-hard cock against your tummy as you thrust. He feels so full, and it almost makes him mad that your cock is making him feel so good so soon. You angle his hips, fuck into him, and taste every little whimper he offers to you. You feel him getting hard again, pressed between the two of you. And so you move, steady and deep and purposeful, knowing exactly what he likes and exactly what will make him cum.

“Fuck, fuck,” he stammers, pressing his forehead against yours. Your breath mingles with his, your soft grunts filling the air.

“Gonna cum again?” You smile and it’s so fucking cocky but Megumi can’t seem to care about you being cheeky.

He doesn’t say anything coherent. Some sort of choked-up moan is stuck in his throat, but you can tell by the way he arches his back off the bed and his gaze turns unfocused. The way his legs pull you closer so every thrust gives him more friction. He’s drooling too, making a whole mess of his pretty face. And fuck if you don’t love it.

“Let go, Megumi—cum.” You give him short, pointed, deep thrusts and with a cry he’s spurting out between the two of you, liquid clear and runny all over your chests. It’s like he loses the ability to even think, panting against the pillow and looking nowhere and everywhere. You stroke his cock with your fist, getting every last drop that will come out of him, a satisfied grin painting your face as Megumi turns away. He’s blushing again.

“‘Gumi,” you move to stroke his hips with your thumbs, kissing his cheek. “Felt good, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, breathless. “I can’t even tell if that was cum or piss. Fucking hell,”

You laugh, the sound bringing back that jelly feeling all over again in his tummy.

“Lemme get another round out of you, pretty boy,” you murmur as you kiss just beneath his ear. And luckily, he doesn’t protest—just wraps his arms around your neck and settles in for the ride.

[macsimagines]

Ex-boyfriend & Yandere!Ran Haitani

(This is my best one guys i really like it. Please tell me what you think my ask box is open!!! Ms.Mac)

TW: Stalking, gaslighting, abuse, murder Unhinged behavior

Leaving Ran wasn't easy. He never took you seriously when you kept trying to tell him you were done.

Would still show up at your place demanding sex or somewhere to crash after partying too hard.

Its like he wasn't letting you break up with him. You kept trying to make it clear you were over it and he'd just reel you back in with empty promises and sweet lies.

But then he'd go and be an asshole and smack your ass infront of his friends or call you mean names...flirt with other girls in front of you...

You're done officially. You don't even tell him in person, just shoot him a text and move out of your apartment and out of Roppongi.

You choose to block him on all platforms, change your number, you're literally cutting out every piece of him.

Of course, you're not that lucky. It only takes a week or two but he eventually shows up at your apartment demanding to know what shit you think your pulling now.

A fight ensues, you yell and he yells then you're crying and he really thinks he's slick when he tries to hug you. But you shove him away and tell him you want out of this relationship.

The way he looks at you after that is down right unsettling, but he asks you for sex. He really does ask you for "one more unforgettable night." to seal the deal.

Despite all the red flags in your gut, you cave. Anything to get rid of Ran Haitani forever.

Its great. Its actually some of the best sex of your life. It leaves a giant hole in your chest though.

You tell him no kissing, and he actually looks like he might cry, but if he can't kiss your lips he's kissing every other part of you. He treats you like an actual partner. The way he caresses your body burns from how soft it is and the way he whispers about how much he loves you and can't live without you makes you want to cry.

You just want him to fuck you and get it over with, but, the bastard, decides that for the first time during your last time he'll actually treat you like a lover.

When it's all finished Ran lays with you for an hour. You're turned away from him waiting for him to just leave. "This it then? You ain't got shit to fuckin' say to me?"

Fighting back tears you nod. This was a mistake. You can tell from the tone in his voice.

He leans in real close right above your ear and whispers; "You're never gonna have someone like me, you'll never find what we have again. I'm gonna make sure of it, Y/N."

When he finally goes he slams the door behind him and everything in the apartment rattles with the force of it.

And you lie awake that night in fear and heartbreak because you know Ran meant what he said.

It's months before you feel normal again, you've got this weird pit in your stomach that someone's watching you and at night you can feel eyes while you sleep. Things disappear from your apartment and you're starting to feel paranoid.

But eventually your friends convince you its all in your head. Soon you start going out again and trying to meet people.

Keyword trying. It's always one date and then they ghost you, you can't even get a hookup. Maybe people can tell you have too much baggage.

Finally in desperation you go out to a bar. You've got an itch and you're hoping at least one stupid fling will officially make you move on from Ran Haitani.

You meet someone and you're too drunk to care what he looks like, you don't care that his cologne is so pungent it makes you wanna gag, you don't care that he's not even going to take you to a love hotel he's just got you in an alley, you don't care that it's not Ran.

His lips are on your neck and you close your eyes. You try to picture a handsome man, maybe an idol you saw on TV but that doesn't help at all. You pray to god he just finishes quickly but then thankfully you don't feel his lips on your skin.

For one blessed second you hope he lost interest and just left you alone. But when you open your eyes you see a literal ghost.

You almost don't recognize him with his hair dyed and cut so short but its... Ran Haitani.

He's on top of the man beating him to death. The sickening sound of his fists hitting bloodied wet skin is resonating in the alley way.

You can't even stutter out one word too terrified and shocked at the sight before you. Ran has never looked this way before. Just a snarl on his face and his eyes wide and crazed.

When he's done, after the other man has stopped making any noise, dear god is he dead, he looks at you. His eyes are blood red and unfocused. His whole body is shaking but he stumbles towards you on unsteady legs.

Finally, you get your senses a little too late, You try to make a run for it but he's grabbing you and shoving you against the wall. His bloody hands on either side of your face looking you dead in the eyes.

You get a good look at him, the hair isn't the only thing that's changed he doesn't look like he's slept in weeks.

"That's fuckin' it, Y/N," he whispers, voice cracking, "Thats enough, no more of this breakup shit. You hear me, Y/N? DO YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME?"

You nod, frantically. Tears streaming down your face. You're shaking too scared to fight back.

"Fuckin' cheating. Never thought you would baby, can't believe you'd do this me." He holds you tight in a hug the blood all over him smearing on you as well.

"My own fault. Should'a stuck by closer. You needed the attention, my own fuckin' fault." he kisses the side of your head and you can barely breath with how tight he's holding you.

"Shaking like a leaf. Fucker scared you. He got what he deserved, touchin' you like that. Pretty baby."

You're shivering and sniffling because Ran is what's scaring you, but you don't dare tell him that with his deranged rambling.

"I'll do better, baby, I'll treat you good this time. No one's gonna take you from me..."

Darkness fills your vision and you realize that Ran just knocked you out. Before you're completely unconscious you hear him say something he's only ever said once or twice.

"I love you..."

[mrs-kurooo-deactivated20240222]

— RELINQUISH | geto x fem!reader

-> synopsis: it's late and sleep eludes him as he lays beside you

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, dubcon, somnophilia, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, possessive geto, praise

-> wc: 1.8k

-> a/n: these are the brainworms I was talking about yesterday 😙 idk if i got the tags right or not so if i missed something pls let me know xx

The room is quiet, save for the monotonous hum of the air conditioner and your deep breathing beside him. It’s dark too, the curtains shut tight to block out the light from the moon and streetlamps, but Geto can still make out the outline of your body next to his. His hand rests loosely over your stomach, thumb stroking absently at the exposed skin of your midriff where your tank top has ridden up. You’re so warm under his palm, so soft and delicate. 

If he wanted to, he could break you, shatter you like glass and leave the broken pieces laying on the carpet. He could call someone to sweep you under the bed to rot and be forgotten, and continue living without batting an eye. You’re foolish, he thinks. For lying here beside him, so weak and vulnerable. Like a bunny sleeping beside a wolf in his den, naive to the danger he presents to you, ignorant to those sharp, deadly teeth and claws that could rip you to shreds. 

If he wanted to, he could.

But he won’t.

Geto wonders when things changed. When did you stop being his little marionette doll? Who clipped your strings? He doesn’t have to search very far to learn the answer. The scissors are in one hand, the frayed strings in his other. Because somewhere along the way, the strings began to look like a noose, wrapping tighter around your throat with each passing day, each time he thrust you out there for his sake. And he could bear it no longer. The sight of your skin bulging around it, the indentations that would no doubt be left behind - it didn’t sit well in his chest. 

Now here he lies, sharing a bed with you because he wants to, not because he needs to. Soaking up your warmth because his fingers are always so icy when you’re not around. Touching you, like a lover, because it fills that hollowness in his heart that has been his companion for far too long, however temporarily.

Shuffling closer, he presses against you, his front to you back, his hold on you tightening as his heart thumps steadily against the ridges of your spine. You smell like shampoo and fabric softener, clean and comforting in a way that should lull him to sleep. But Geto can’t sleep tonight. Not when his cock is so stiff in his boxers, trapped against the curve of your ass where he curls himself around you. It throbs in sync with his heart, a steady pulsing that he can’t ignore, no matter how hard he tries. 

And then, you mumble something in your sleep, moan softly and turn over in his hold, coming face to face with him. Your leg falls over his thighs as you shift, an arm draping over him, as if you know exactly where he is, even in slumber. Something pitter-patters in his chest, affection seeping between his ribs against his will as you embrace him. Up close, he can just about make out the soft sweep of your lashes in the dark, every breath you take fogging his bare skin with gentle heat. 

Geto shifts to make himself more comfortable, inhaling sharply when your core presses against him. The nights are starting to get warmer, so he can’t really blame you for wearing so little to bed, but he’s paying for his lenience now as your pussy throbs against his erection, hot even through the thin fabric of your underwear. How can he resist, when you look and feel so delectable like this?

Before he can stop himself, he slips his hand between your thighs, running the tips of his fingers lightly over your clothed cunt, a hushed curse falling past his lips when he finds the material damp and sticky. The evening must have left you wanting, but since being with him like this is still new to you, you kept your pretty little mouth shut. Poor thing, he thinks. That’s why you wore that to bed. I should’ve known.

No matter. He can take care of you now.

Long fingers apply more pressure, focusing at your clit as you continue to dream, fresh arousal steadily soaking the gusset of your panties as your body responds to his touch. It sticks to his skin as he glides them over your covered hole, fluttering under his touch like you’re just waiting to envelope his thick length. 

Sliding your underwear aside, he touches your dewy skin, spreading your lower lips and daringly dipping a finger inside, holding back his groan when he feels how feverishly warm your pussy is. He keeps his eyes on your sleeping face, your brows knitting together slightly at the intrusion, but you offer no other reaction. You look so innocent and sweet like this. 

Slowly, shallowly, he thrusts into you with one finger, dipping it in up to the first joint, sliding it in further when you sigh softly. Gradually, he begins to test the waters by adding another. The addition makes you whine a little, tightening your leg around him and unknowingly opening yourself up further for him as he shushes you gently, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple. Arousal dribbles down his fingers as he carefully works you open, copiously coating them and sliding between his knuckles. His cock is painfully hard now, leaking precum from the tip and soiling his own underwear, hardly able to wait any longer.

“You’ll let me put it in, won’t you? I want to feel you,” he whispers, listening to you pant softly as your hips squirm this way and that, your muscles flexing around his fingers every time he crooks them just right. You’re so responsive, even when you’re not awake. A tiny whimper escapes you and he can’t resist kissing it away, his lips tender and feathery on yours. “Is that a yes?”

You groan softly, breathing his name like a plea and that’s all he needs. “I thought so,” he coos softly, freeing his cock from his boxers. “You could never deny me.” He exhales quietly as he runs the head of his cock through your wet folds, relishing in how your slick smears over his skin, muddling with his precum. “Because you love me so much- fuck.” 

Finally, he presses into you, letting your snug pussy swallow him, silken walls wrapping around his girth like they were made to. Geto holds you close, angling his hips up to press deeper and feel more of you. God, you’re just so warm, so tight, so good to him that he just can’t bear to keep still. He planned to just stay like this but how can he when you hug him so perfectly. He ignores the fact that you’re starting to stir, eyes flickering open, a tired, confused whine falling past your lips and kissing his throat. You sound so cute like this, and it goes straight to his dick, hips grinding into you encourage some friction.

“Suguru?” you mumble. “What are you-” your slurred question gets cut off by a gasp as he draws back and thrusts into you, nudging at the spongey, sensitive spot tucked away inside you. Geto’s hands grip your hips firmly, blunt fingers pushing into the soft flesh as he fucks you with purpose now that you’re awake, drunk on how your cunt clings to him. He usually has more discipline than this, but he can’t help how hungry he is for you right now. Shushing you gently, he leans forwards and offers you another kiss to relax you. “Just take it like you always do. Be a good girl for me.”

You’re still disoriented, but you raise your leg up to offer him better access, holding onto the back of your knee to keep it steady. The angle is a little awkward but he doesn’t really care. All he cares about right now is relieving the ache building in his balls and filling you up the way he should have before you fell asleep. 

“Suguru- can’t-” you whine, struggling to keep your leg suspended like this, the growing stiffness in your muscles becoming difficult to ignore.

“Let go,” he murmurs, covering your hand with his and pushing you onto your back. The slide of his cock slows down but doesn’t stop as he readjusts you both, letting you wind your legs around his narrow hips and as his forearms bracket your head. Each roll of his hips is deep, stealing your breath and making you choke on every single sound that escapes you. He dips down to kiss you, groaning deep into your mouth as your tongue seeks his, clenching around him when he sucks on it. “Look at you,” he pants as he pulls away, a string of saliva bridging your lips together. Dragging a hand down your body, he finds where you both come together. “Always so ready to please me.”

“More. Want more.”

“Greedy.”

Clever fingers swipe at your clit as he fucks you harder, hips snapping into yours as he pushes you quickly towards your peak. He knows your body all too well by now, and he knows exactly what it takes to get you to spasm around his cock. His own end is fast approaching  too, and it’s not long before you’re clamping down on him and chanting his name like it’s the only word you’ve ever known. As he fucks you through it, he tips over the edge as well, groaning into your neck and cumming deep inside you. His hips slow, cock twitching as you milk him for every last drop.

Sweaty and spent, Geto rolls you both onto your sides so that you’re back where you began, his cock still buried deep inside you as it softens. He brushes your hair back, as your eyes flutter shut, leaning into his touch like a flower seeking sunlight. “What brought that on?” you hum tiredly.

“I couldn’t sleep,” admits with a sigh.

“What were you thinking about?”

“You,” he says truthfully.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“A little.” Always so honest. “What about me were you thinking about?”

He runs his hand up and down your back, letting you snuggle closer to his chest. “Everything,” he says after a moment. “How far you’ve come. How much you’ve changed. How much I’ve changed because of you.”

“What sort of changes? Are they good or bad?” That’s one of them, he thinks to himself. You never used to ask this many questions - you’ve grown a lot bolder.

“Always so curious,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sleep. It’s late. We can talk in the morning.”

“I need to go to the bathroom first.” 

“Do you have to?”

“Yes,” you yawn and he reluctantly lets you carefully detangle yourself from him, hissing a little when he pulls out. “I’ll be quick, promise.” You look at him over your shoulder as you stand to leave. “Just so you know Suguru, I wouldn’t mind if you did that again.”

He smirks, reaching out to teasingly swat at your ass. “I know, darling. That’s why you’re mine.”

[rayhaitani]

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it’s your fucking eyes that drive him insane. he wonders if you’re doing it on purpose or if you really don’t know the power you wield over him. he can barely focus on anything when you look at him, eyes wide and pretty. you have to be doing it on purpose and he feels the way his cock twitches in his pants.

he doesn’t think he can wait to get you home, not when you’re smiling at him whenever your eyes meet. you’re sitting pretty in the back of the main conference room, scrolling through your phone and humming quietly to yourself every time you see something you like.

he’s lost interest in the meeting, something about guns and shipments but his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you and how pretty you look in that new dress he bought you.

it’s his favourite colour too and it doesn’t help that he’s fucked you in one just like that in his own office. he can feel your lips against his jaw and hear your pretty little whimpers and loud moans.

he thinks about how your eyes widen as you look up at him, his heavy cock on your tongue as you let him use your mouth to get off. he’s so whipped and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of you.

how is it that you don’t have to do anything and he’s willing to fall on his knees just to please you. how would anyone take him seriously if they knew what a weak man he was when it came to anything involving you, your sweet pussy and those fucking eyes.

it’s the reason you’re so spoiled. you give him a sweet look with your doe eyes and he’s more than happy to break his bank even if he knows he has all the money in the world. he would give it all up just for you.

| gojo, sukuna, geto, sanemi, tengen&rengoku

[mitsuwu]

☆ — MESSAGE SENT WITH INVISIBLE INK ! • jjk edition

minors do not interact.

⋆ ࣪. ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji & choso

★ — contents ! explicit sexual content ⦂ sexting, mix of gn/f!reader, pre-established relationships, suit kink, ex!boyfriend, suggestive/smut, mention of fellatio, daddy kink, masturbation, hand kink, kink shaming reader?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GOJO SATORU — mirror pics

the faucet squeaks as gojo turns off the shower. he pulls back the curtain and steps out to grab his towel, using it to dry his hair before wrapping it loosely around his waist. he stops before the mirror on the way out and can’t help to admire his half naked form. his damp hair hangs low on his forehead which he flicks out of his eyes with a swift movement of his head, hands flexing slightly as he runs his fingers through it to smooth it back. beads of water slowly run down his chest and chiseled abs before disappearing beneath his towel that hangs so dangerously low. his perfect v-line, so sharp it looks like an arrow coaxing your eyes to travel down, imagining what could be hidden under that towel. yeah, he looks good. with a mischievous grin, gojo picks up his phone off the counter and opens the camera. before snapping the photo he drops his towel slightly, holding it in his hands to drape just between his legs to hide his cock while exposing his muscular thighs. he pulls up your message thread, selects the photo and hits send.

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chosen one <3 just got out the shower. why don’t you hurry on home so you can make a mess of me again? ;)

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GETO SUGURU — dick print

fuck, geto misses you. more than he’d ever let on. how dare you dump him when he was just about to consider getting his act together? geto sits in his bed in the dark scrolling through your instagram. the bright light illuminates his irritated expression as he lurks through your vacation photos. he guesses your no good friends decided to wist you away on a trip to get him off your mind. tsk, those bitches… they were always against him. geto feels his chest tighten in anger seeing you laid up on the beach in that skimpy ass bikini. just thinking about any other man seeing you like that and getting to touch you has him fuming. how dare they oggle at what’s his? and how dare you show yourself off like this for all the world to see? flaunting those perfect tits and the curves of your body as you’re splayed out amongst the sand, your skin now glistening and tanned from the sun. it has his dick stirring in his boxers seeing you look so sexy, happy and carefree. you never looked like that when you were with him. geto adjusts himself letting his dick sit against his thigh creating a delicious print in his boxers. his long shaft and mushroom tip imprint explicitly through the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. he knows you miss him — you have to. why else would you pull a stunt like this? he closes instagram in favor of opening the camera app letting the shutter flash as he captures what he knows you’re after.

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[phone] I know you miss this dick, baby. Why don’t you stop being a tease and come sit on it for old time’s sake?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ NANAMI KENTO — shirtless pics

sometimes nanami’s work takes him out of of town, which he hates. he hates working more then he needs to, but most of all, he hates leaving you. when you send him a message requesting he “send you something,” nanami can’t help but feel a little flustered. he has never been into sending lewd images but the thought of you thinking of him while he’s away stirs something in him. he feels a little silly as he loosens his tie with those skilled fingers. the ones that always managed to reach so deep inside you rubbing all the places you can’t. he slowly unbuttons his dress shirt to reveal inch after inch of pale skin pulled taut over his ripped chest and abs before folding it neatly and setting it on the hotel dresser. he thinks briefly about removing his tie, but decides to leave it, letting it hang loosely around his neck. an embarrassed smile forms at his lips as he cringes at the absurdity of it all. nanami slinks back in bed, phone in hand, letting out a deep sigh before opening the camera app to snap two pictures: one a straight shot of his torso, and a second cheekier one, his strong hands tugging down his dress pants slightly, exposing a small tuff of blonde hair.

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kenny <3 I hope you find these to your liking. Now, I believe it’s your turn.

⋆ ࣪. ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI — nut vids

it’s just past midnight and toji is sitting on the couch in your shared apartment watching reruns of some sport game. like he fucking cared. he would rather be with you, but earlier this evening when you asked him with those puppy dog eyes if you can go out with your friends tonight he just couldn’t say no to you. it was rare that he ever did. but he misses your cute self. now’s about the time that you’d be cuddled up on the couch with him watching tv before things got too close and you ended up on your knees with his dick lodged down your throat. toji needs you and bad. his growing erection is already creating a strong print in his grey sweats like clockwork. without you here, he’s left to take care of it himself, but not before making you aware of the situation you’ve created. toji slips his dick from his pants, it’s hot, heavy, and pulsing as he takes it in his fist, milking the clear liquid that slowly seeps from his slit. he picks up his phone with the other hand, opens the camera at and presses record, stroking himself as low grunts and filth spill from his lips.

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daddy <3 “you see the things you do to me? look how hard daddy is for you…” he groans as he strokes the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. the lights from the tv flicker in the living room, reflecting off the slick that coats his shaft. “bring your cute ass home, so you can take care of this mess you made…”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ KAMO CHOSO — hand pics

choso doesn’t understand what your obsession is with his hands. they’re just… hands? but still when you ask him to send you a picture of his hands for “science” he pauses his game and sets down his controller to try to figure out about them that drives you wild. could it be the vein that bulge under the skin? the rings that stacked up his slender fingers? his thick knuckles that rubbed against your sweet spots as he pumped his digits inside you? the roughness of his palms that gripped the soft skin of your hips as he gripped them firmly? choso can’t imagine them tasting like much of anything yet still you never failed to hum eagerly as you took them in your mouth. maybe their strength is what did it for you then? like when he clutched them around your neck while we bullied himself into you? he guessed he could see the appeal there but they’re still just hands. whatever. if that’s what you want, he’ll give them to you. pulling out his phone, he poses his hands under the dim light of his room and snaps a couple pictures.

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choso <3 here, i guess. weirdo…

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jjk men zipping up your dress

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warnings : suggestive, light fluff, tension

a/n : something i did to my girl bestfriend the other day and it made me gay. also i didnt k is what to call this so… the name is misleading but 🧍🏽‍♀️

GOJO

“satoruuuu, can you please help me?” you whines prettily. gojo straightened up, looking at you away from the netflix tv show that kept him occupied.

“yeah. what’s up, baby?” he asked. you came closer, tiny little crop to sticking to your skin while the material of your jeans hugged your hips a little too tightly.

“i think i got them a size too small, baby. they won’t fit and i don’t wanna wear any other jeans with this top.”

gojo motioned you forward, leaning over to work his thin, long fingers around the buttons of your jeans.

these weren’t regular jeans. they were the ones with four buttons as a replacement for your zipper.

your panties peaked from underneath, if they could be even called that. you wore your thong out of your jeans today, showing off the cute dior imprint on the sides.

“toru, hurry up. i’m getting late!” you whined. gojo ignored your protest, squeezing your ass closer to him to make it fit inside your jeans.

“babe, if it wasn’t for your ass, this would’ve gone in perfectly ya know?” you rolled your eyes. fingers slowly trailing into his white hair, you tugged lightly while he worked four buttons through each hole.

you leaned back, getting annoyed at how long he was taking. you swung your hips side to side, a small habit when you felt bored.

but you were knocked out of your gaze when gojo pulled you roughly by the belt loop. you heard a thread snap and you looked down in shock.

his blue cerulean eyes stared up at you, blown wide open with lust and dominance.

“stop. moving.” he repeated.

you listened to him. not moving another inch as he pulled you closer using a finger hooked around a belt hoop.

TOJI

“tojiiiii, can you get this for me?” you said as you went up to your boyfriend. you turned around, showing him the extremely backless dress you wore. he raised his eyebrow, smiling to himself.

“you goin’ somewhere, pretty?” he asked. you nodded your head.

“i’m going out with shoko and utahime.” you chirped.

“mmm, dressed like this? coulda thought you was out to fuck other guys.”

his comment left a sour taste in your mouth. pulling away, you looked at him sadly, lip a little wobbly because how could he think of you like that?

he smirked at your distressed expression.

“i’m only messin’ wit ya.” you crossed your arms over your chest, still mad.

but toji knew how to make it right. he grabbed each wrist, pulling your arms around his neck and lifting your chin up so you could look up at him.

“look at me, babygirl.” he spoke in his husky voice.

you looked up, eyebrows still furrowed.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute with that face, ya know that? thinkin’ that it’ll really make a difference at all.” he crooned.

“shut up, toji. it wasn’t funny.”

“i think it was, babydoll.” he leaned in to your neck, pressing soft kisses around the column of your neck, right below your ear. you found it difficult to not gasp, breathing a little heavier as you tried to push at his shoulders.

toji wrapped his hands around the silky thread that ran across the span of your back, tugging it tightly while pulling you against his chest.

you gasped.

“ ‘m not done yet, where you think you’re goin’?” the deep timbre of his voice made your thighs press together, trying to hold in a squeak.

you felt your dress stick to your body tighter and together until a small snap was heard and your dress was all good to go.

toji pulled away, raising an eyebrow at your now pushed up tits.

he flicked your forehead softly, walking away to go back to whatever he was doing.

SUKUNA

“kuna, how do you do this??” you asked.

you walked up to him, almost tripping in the cloth that pooled around you.

he looked down from his throne, brows squinting as he saw your tiny form in a haori that was much too large for you.

he sighed..

“why are you wearing my haori, you bumbling fool?”

you tilted your head, looking down at the cloth that was wrapped around you, engulfing you in linens and silks.

“what?” you chittered.

“what exactly are you trying to achieve, brat?” his voice low and venomous.

“i just wanted to look pretty in a kimono.” you cried.

“well, that isn’t a kimono, for starters.” he sighed, watching your eyes tear up a little at the little mistake you had made.

within seconds, he appeared before you, a deep red kimono in hand.

his calloused hands pulled down his haori, exposing your shoulders to him. you blushed now, feeling more than exposed.

“k-kuna, what are you doing?” you asked.

“shut up. i’m aiding you.”

you kept quiet, fidgeting around a little until he raised his eyebrow at you, silently telling you to stop moving.

the haori was long gone and your body was naked and bare before him. he didn’t dare touch you slyly, though. his hands only grazed where needed and his eyes never left the fabric, not daring to look at anything he wasn’t supposed to.

his hands pulled the kimono taught around you, fixing it around your shoulders and then taking the obi to wrap around.

“life your arms.”

you did as told, lifting your arms and making a T-pose.

he worked the obi around you neatly, finishing off with a small brush to your side and a step back to admire his work.

“you look… presentable.” as he cringed.

you knew he just meant that you looked beautiful.

GETO

your roommate was the only available help you currently had. it was an awkward situation you got yourself stuck into.

“hey uhh, geto, can you please uhh zip this up?” you asked meekly.

he got up quickly, coming around so you could see each other in the mirror. you moved your hair to the side so it wouldn’t get stuck in the zipper.

he inhaled sharply, staring at the tramp stamp at the end of your back. it was cute, he thought.

he pulled your body back roughly, “sorry, my bad.” he wasn’t sorry.

you nodded, letting him carry on with the annoying zipper that just wouldn’t go up. his cold hands touched your back, making you arch away from him.

“sorry.” once again, he was not sorry in the slightest.

his heavy fingers played with the zipper a bit, trying to even it out so it could move up and down smoothly. a part of him could feel in his chest that you did this on purpose.

you probably wanted him to lay his plush lips along the juncture of your neck, kissing the skin and marring it with reminders of him.

but he pushed those thoughts away, reaching all the way down to where the waistband of your panties were, playing around with the zipper until it finally came up.

“mmm, there you go.” he said, but not before giving you a look through the mirror that made you regret not grabbing and kissing him.

CHOSO

you decided to head to the beach with your boyfriend today. you were tired and figured you needed a day off before getting back to work.

you packed your skimpiest bikini that left little to the imagination and left for a two hour beach drive.

things would’ve gone smoothly until the elastic on your swimsuit snapped.

you rushed across the sand, running to your boyfriend.

“choso, choso, my swimsuit snapped!” you whisper shouted.

he got to work quickly, putting a hand on your waist to pull your back against him. something about how rushed his actions were did something to you. a fire brewed in your belly as you thought that other people could see how close he was standing next to you, more than half naked while your tits almost flew out of your swimsuit.

“mm, maybe i’ll have gojo rent a private beach for us.” choso hummed behind you.

“why’s that?” you asked.

“so i can fuck you completely naked on the beach, obviously.”

your face turned red. “choso!” you shouted. he chuckled behind you, bending down to kiss at your neck. he bit the skin lightly, nipping just enough for you to let a small moan out.

“mmm, you’re not ashamed that others could hear, princess?” you shook your head, knowing he’d find it cute if you tried to lie.

“i should just untie this thing and fuck you right here.”

NANAMI

you were excited to wear a ball gown today. it was the first ball you were attending as kento had been invited and you were his date.

he purchased a beautiful white gown with golden accents. “for you.” he had left it on your bed with a note asking you to come down once you were done getting ready.

but if only it were that easy to wear a ball gown…

the top was a corset and you honestly had no idea how to even wear a corset. you whined as your arms got tired and you gave up trying to put this damn thing on.

there was a knock at your door.

“y/n, what’s going on?”

it was nanami. you felt a little hot. your boobs and your back was nearly out and he was the only one who could help with this current dilemma of yours.

you shook the thoughts from your head, reaching forward to open the door to let him in.

he gasped.

“oh.”

he spoke. you cringed, letting yourself curl inwards. “do i truly look that bad?” you asked.

nanami shook his head. “not in the slightest, but darling what’s going on with the back of the dress?”

you sighed, “i don’t know how to wear a corset.”

he chuckled, walking behind you and facing you in the mirror.

there was something intimate about this moment.

he used his front to push you straight against the dressing table, your mouth letting out a gasp. he pushed you down by the shoulder, acting calm and collected while your panties gained an extra layer of wetness.

you watched him in the mirror as he wrapped his hands over and over the bands of the corset until he finally pulled back really tight.

you felt the wind knock out of your legs, but you weren’t sure for which reason.

was it the lack of rooms your lungs had or how tight you were against nanami’s back?

he chuckled, tying the strings at the bottom of your waist, pulling away with just a gentle kiss on your temple like he wasn’t just in perfect position to fuck you.

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Scary Movies

ghostface smut bb

warnings: NSFW, orgasm denial, slight noncon if you look hard enough, corruption, oral(fem! receiving), fem!reader, virgin sex, penetrative sex, ghostface is his own warning. voice kink, and of course my mediocre writing skills. im working on it ok.

A/N: i couldn’t decide which ghostface i wanted to write for, so i kinda left it up in the air. anyways, please enjoy!

to say you were exhausted from work and school would have been an understatement. from the annoying getting bumped into in the hallways of school to the rude customers that just couldn’t seem to understand you didn’t have the VHS they were looking for at their store, you felt dead, barely managing to make it through your front door without collapsing, dragging your feet lazily, your entire body feeling like dead weight. you sluggishly managed to get up the stairs and head to your bathroom, not surprised to find that your parents weren’t home, again. they were probably out on another one of their ‘business trips’, leaving you money on the counter, enough for what looked like a weeks worth of food. well, at least you have the house to yourself. you washed off the aches and pains of the day, scrubbing away every last reminder of the people you truly couldn’t stand, the steamy water helping to loosen your joints and muscles, relaxing you after a few minutes of just standing in it. you dried off and threw on an oversized halloween shirt, some shorts, and fluffy socks, as comfortable as can be. you slid carelessly down the stairs and plopped down on the living room couch, popping in a random VHS from the pile of tapes your work had let you take home, smiling as the familiar intro of ‘the texas chainsaw massacre’ started playing. since it was a friday, you could actually take time to enjoy the movies you brought home, thank god. the only light in the room was provided by your tv, not really minding it since you happened to like the dark anyways. you were still tense from you day as the movie droned on, but there wasn’t much you could do about that. you groaned as you heard the house phone start to ring, the sound causing an aching buzzing to stir in your brain, feeling a headache approaching. you huffed out a puff of air as you pulled yourself from the comfort of your couch, going to answer it. “hello, who is this?” the person on the other line questions, their voice shocking you. it was deep and raspy, the gravely nature of it making heat rise to your cheeks. “who were you looking for?” you answered the question with a question, unsure as to why the person on the other line would be calling someone they didn’t know. how strange. “im not sure, but i think i found them.” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice, his tone a flirtatious purr, easily flustering you. you don’t know why you didn’t just hang up, maybe you liked the attention he seemed to want to give you, or maybe you were just bored, but you stayed on the line. “so, do you like scary movies?” he hummed out curiously, earning a small smile from you. “i do, i adore them as a matter of fact.” you chirped happily, and a soft raspy chuckle is heard on the other line, you being too cute for your own good. “what’s your favorite scary movie?” gosh this man seemed to be playing 21 questions with you here, but you allowed it. “hmm…halloween!” you finally answered after a moment of thinking. “oh, i liked that one. it was scary.” his voice was smooth as he said that, drawing out the last syllable in just the right way. “it was more gory than anything in my opinion. what about you huh? what’s your favorite scary movie?” you were starting to get more and more curious by the second, the man on the other line raising a particular kind of interest in you. “guess.” he said with a chuckle, making you pout a bit. he just wouldn’t give you a straight answer would he? “umm…you seem like a friday the thirteenth kind of guy.” you giggled out, and the man soon joined in on your soft laughter. “yeah? i guess i am a big fan of the classics like that.” you hopped up to sit on the counter, swaying your legs as you held the phone to your ear. before you could make more conversation the man spoke up again. “what’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked oh so curiously, as if he didn’t already know the answer to that question, you entertained him anyways though. “its (y/n). what about you?” a soft sound was heard on the other line, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. “(y/n), what a pretty name for a pretty girl. you got a boyfriend, (y/n)?” you melted at the way he said your name, not even mad that he didn’t answer your question. your heart fluttered at his tone, easily swooning you. call you old school, who cares, but you could totally fall in love with this faceless man. “why, you want to take me out?” you did your best attempt at flirting, though, you didn’t have much experience. “maybe…do you have a boyfriend?” this time his voice sounded more hopeful, so you decided to mess with him. “hmm, no, but maybe you could fix that for me?” you tried to sound mature, but the light giggle in your tone was a dead give away to your blatant inexperience. “i’d like that.” that man on the phone said, his voice dropping an octave, making your heart race in your chest. “great! name a time and a place and we can meet up!” god, you were so gullible. “your place, right now. you should really start locking your doors, (y/n)…” your heart stopped as the line went dead. you were too scared to move, to scared to breathe, left alone in your pitch black kitchen, the only light coming from the tv in the living room. it was nowhere near enough to let you see clearly. you slowly, and extremely hesitantly, slid off the counter, trembling as your socks made contact with the ground. you screamed in fear as you were suddenly grabbed and shoved back onto the counter, a hand wrapped around your throat. there, standing in front of you, was a man in all black. he towered over you, hood over his head, boots having trailed in rain from outside, and a Ghostface mask obscuring his features. the worst part? he was brandishing a bloodied hunting knife in his gloved hand. your eyes darted from the mask to the blade, and then back up to the mask, staring up pathetically into the blacks of the masks eyes. you could barely make anything out, cursing your past self for not turning on the kitchen light when you answered the phone. you swallowed thickly, just barely being able to find your voice. “a-are you…are you going to kill me..?” your voice was soft, tremoring from terror, insanely fearful of what was going to come, silently hoping that if he did kill you it would be quick and painless. though, you doubted it. the man chuckled darkly, moving his hand from your neck to your jaw, holding you in place as he leaned in. “depends…if you are good for me, i might just let you live. would you like that, pretty girl?” his voice was so much more intimidating in person, the rasp so much more evident. it terrified you, but you wanted to live, so you just nodded up at him dumbly. 

you couldn’t see it, but behind the mask, the man had a cruel smirk on his face. you were innocent, soft, and pliable. he was going to destroy you, he knew that much. whether you lived in the end or not was entirely up to you. he released your jaw slowly, as if hesitant and weary that you would try to escape or fight, and much o his delight, you stayed put, waiting for orders. you must really value your life, huh? “alright, i’ve only got two rules for you tonight.” he started, grabbing your thighs roughly and spreading them enough for him to stand in between, his arms on either side of you, preventing you from squirming away even if you wanted to. “one, keep your eyes closed unless i say otherwise. don’t open them until i say so.” he said as he put a hand over your eyes, signaling for you to close them, to which you complied. your dark world just became pitch, and you were too nervous to attempt to open them again once he moved his hand. you heard some shuffling for a second before the man spoke up again, his lips now exposed, and right by your ear. “two, don’t cum until i give you permission. got all that, pretty girl?” his voice was soft in your ear, his breath fanning against your flesh, stirring goosebumps on your skin. you nodded to show you understood, unable to find your voice al of a sudden. “good.” that was the only warning you got before a pair of lips met yours. the kiss was rough and needy, Ghostface grabbing a fistfull of your hair to keep you in place, humming in approval when you didn’t struggle against his advances, but instead allowed him to do what he wanted. like a pretty little doll for him, weren’t you? his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, making you gasp, a perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your warm mouth and claim every nook and cranny, playing with your tongue in a battle for dominance that you ultimately lost. after what felt like years but also only seconds he pulled away, peppering kisses and bites down your jaw and neck, marking up every inch of skin he could reach. his lips never left your flesh, opting to cut off your offensive clothing instead of taking the time to take them off. he shoved you back down on the counter, the cold granite assaulting your heated skin, cooling it off as ghostface warmed it back up. his lips found your nipples, licking and sucking on one before sinking his teeth in, making you yelp and arch your back into him. he laid his tongue flat against it to soothe the burn of the bite, flicking it against the perky nub before giving the other one the same treatment, his hand slipping down into your shorts as his mouth occupied your chest. he slid his hand into your panties, groaning into your skin when he felt just how wet you were, making his cock ache in his pants. he couldn’t help but want to skip the foreplay and fuck you senseless then and there, but he kept his composure, wanting to take his sweet time with you. he was quick to find your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, watching as your mouth fell open and you raised your hips to meet his touch. he removed his touch for a moment, earning a desperate needy whine from you, quickly silenced as he tore your shorts and panties clean off of your body, leaving you utterly bare to him. how cute, he spread your legs forcibly, admiring the sticky glistening mess between your thighs. he ran two gloved fingers though your fold, collected your slick to rub on your sensitive clit before sliding back down and pushing right into your tight walls. you gasped and moaned, attempting to close your legs, only to be held still by ghostface as he jerked his fingers in and out of you. he shoved them all the way in to the knuckle, watching as your back arched up a bit when he curled them up to hit that sweet spot in you, relishing how you tightened so nicely around just two of his fingers. the stretch was more than anything you’d done before, which only made you nervous for what was in his pants. you felt that coil in your stomach tighten a bit, worried that you would cum without permission, but relaxing when the fingers were finally taken out, only to panic again when they were replaced with a long, warm, wet tongue assaulting your walls. you keened and kept your eyes clamped shut, your hands trailing down and tangling in the mess of hair that rested between your thighs, devouring you like a starved man. his nose nuzzled into your clit as he tongue fucked you, moaning at how sweet you tasted, desperate for more. the vibrations sent shocks straight through your loins, drawing out sounds you didn’t even know you could make. “youve got such a sweet pussy baby, i’m just dying for more.” his voice rang in your ears like a melody, the dirty talk making your walls tighten around his tongue as it hit that sweet spot once more. “fuck- please! just like-ah that!” you were a slutty mess beneath him before you knew it, fingers pulling on his hair as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he nestled further into your sex. his fingers soon replaced his tongue as it went up to circle around your clit, flicking it, occasionally nibbling on it just to hear you squeal pathetically. you felt like you were on edge, struggling to pull away, wanting to be good so you didn’t lose your life at the end of the night. “n-no more! please, i-im gonna cum-ah! please!” you begged in short choked sobs, only earning a harsh suck to your clit, thankfully you had enough willpower to not allow it to send you over edge. he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in again, his fingertips brushing against that spot in you that had you choking on air. “aw, i wasn’t done with my meal.” he huffed out. Ghostface finally pulled away, and your body relaxed, only to tense again as you were picked up. instinctually you wrapped your legs around the large man, your arms around his neck as he carried you to the living room, putting you on the couch. he positioned you with your face down and ass up, your back facing him. your thighs trembled, you knew what was coming next, but that didn’t make you any less afraid. 

you heard the sound of a belt buckle, followed by a zipper, before the couch dipped beneath you. you were on the verge of tears when you felt something hot and thick prod at your entrance. you were going to let a psycho take your virginity. the thought made your walls clench around nothing, and your mind fuzzy with guilt, “p-please be gentle…its my first time..” you pleaded softly. the air was silent for a second before you felt the warmth of ghostface hovering behind you, his mouth by your ear once more. “oh, baby, don’t you know?” he sounded like he was pitying you for a second, like a mother talking to a child. he ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit teasingly. “the pain is the best part.” he growled out before his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, plunging his cock into you in one sharp thrust. you gasped and cried, shaking and sobbing beneath him as he started at a brutal pace. the tip of his cock threatened to break through your cervix, the stretch almost unbearable to a point where you were scared he was going to actually break your poor little pussy. blood dripped down your thighs and onto his, but all that did was stir him on. one hand was wrapped firmly around the back of your neck, keeping your face pushed against the couch, while the other was at your waist, pulling you back into his brutal thrusts. “hah-fuck! you’re so tight baby, so fucking good for me.” he grunted out, pushing all the way into you and staying there for a moment, just to relish how you clenched around him so nicely. he pressed himself into you, your back flush against his chest, his arms caging you in as he let you cock warm him for a few minutes, wanting to hear you moan and scream for him, not just cry. he kissed over where he bit previously, brushing your hair out of the way so he could get to the base of your neck. “so fucking tight, its like you were made for taking my cock. your slutty little cunt takes it so nice.” he groaned as he felt your walls flutter around him at his words, making him smirk evilly. he rolled his hips into yours, grinding inside of you, listening intently to the way you whimper and try to hold back moans. “oh? you like that?” he pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in before he slammed his hips back into you, earning a gasp and loud moan. “fuck!” you cried out. “you like it when i degrade you, huh? like it when i tell you how slutty you are, how cock hungry you cute little cunt is?” he teased as he kept ramming into you, growling when he didn’t get an answer. he pulled out and flipped you over onto your back, quickly forcing your legs up to your chest as he re-entered you, continuing at the rough pace. “look at me.” he hissed through his teeth, and you reluctantly obliged, being met with the ghostface mask one more, the room providing a bit more light than the kitchen thankfully, so you got to relish the few details you were able to see, “tell me you like it, fucking whore.” he was hitting so much deeper than before, it was driving you crazy. he lifted the mask just enough to expose his lips, attacking your neck and collarbones. “i-i like it! oh-fuck yes! i love it when you call me a whore!” what a dumb little girl, getting corrupted so easily? what would mommy and daddy think, that would be fun to see. Ghostface chuckled as he felt you nearing your release, your nails digging into his back and shoulders as you tried to hold it off for as long as possible. “aw, what a good little whore, you wanna cum for me? yeah? wanna cum all over this cock baby?” he mocked, only to have you nodding in agreement, drool starting to drip from your swollen lips. “beg for it, slut. beg for me to let you cum.” he ordered darkly, and you were more than happy to listen. “please, please! i wanna cum! i need it so bad!” he wasn’t impressed. “is that all you got, come on, you can do better than that.” he wasn’t going to make it that easy for you. tears leaked from your eyes, streaming down your flushed cheeks, you could hardly think. “please, please Ghostface! i need to cum! i want. you to cum in me, ill be a good whore i promise! just please let me cum!” thats better. “if i let you cum, you’ll end up stuck with me. you’ll be mine baby, wouldn’t you like that? to be my own personal cocksleeve, to be bred whenever i wanted?” his voice was starting to get strained, he was going to cum soon if he kept this up. “yes! yes! i wanna be yours, all yours! nobody else’s!” you were basically sobbing at this point, your cunt throbbing and leaking with juices, painfully erotic sounds coming from its violent assault. “good girl, good-fucking-girl! go ahead, cum for me, cum all over my cock baby!” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, fingers drawing quick circles on your clit, sending you over edge. you came with a loud moan, your pussy spasming and tightening around ghostfaces cock, only pushing him over edge. you saw white, pure hot pleasure taking you over as Ghostface fucked you through your orgasm. you panted and your legs trembled as he pumped you full of his warm cum, filling you up to the brim and watching it leak out of you. he gave you a minute to recollect yourself, he himself a panting sweaty mess. finally, he pulled away. slowly sliding his cock out of you with a groan, you whimpering in response. he held one of your legs to keep yourself exposed, smirking beneath the mask as he watches his cum drip out of your swollen and abused cunt. you were a mess, drool and tears dripping down your face, your hair wild and falling every which way. your skin was bruised and red everywhere, and your legs were still shaking from the after glow of your orgasm. you were too pretty to kill, even if ghostface wanted to. he fixed his mask and tucked himself back in his pants, brushing your hair out of your face. “i’ll be back tomorrow, so be ready for that.” he said in an almost sweet way before getting up and leaving you there on the couch, the movie from before completely forgotten about. 

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bubba loves kisses ( self insert + blank versions!! ❤️ )

[meatmutt-nsfw]

been thinking about tommy in a dom-headspace 😻 like him making you suck his cock till you pull off and start quietly pleading for him to fuck you so he grabs you by the hair and growls, “speak up.” 😵‍💫

brain too full i can’t write in these conditions y’all i’ve been trying for the past two hours

[gar0usnuttesac]

Husband Garou being bricked tf up just from watching you do mundane activities throughout the house‼️

Heaven forbid you have on something revealing like boy shorts or a teeny tank top, it takes everything in him to not grab your hair by the root and rail into you like there’s no tomorrow 😩😩

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LASTEST UPDATE: 22/08/2022

anti-collab (bitch better have my money) - mob boss!kisaki tetta

who do it better (series) - rnb artist!eren yeager

dragon of the sea - pirate captain! taiju shiba

summer of ‘22 collab - summer job coworker!yuuji itadori

cherry gloss - stripper!gojo satoru

fashion week - jean kirstein

don’t play with your food - beelzebub

if i win - asmodeus

never have i ever - best friend!takemichi hanagaki

thy sinner .ᐟ — a renaissance collab. - ares!eren yeager

thy sinner .ᐟ — a renaissance collab. - sculptor!baji keisuke

villainfuckers.com - arch nemesis!garou the monster

all suited up collab - chief scientist!armin arlet

…#XO♡. thee collab - immortal!sukuna ryomen

kaizokuhub collab - doctor!trafalgar law

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Y/n: Bro

Garou: I told you not to call me that

Y/n: Broski...?

Garou: HUSBAND. I'M YOUR GOD DAMN HUSBAND.

[paradoxgavel]

My job has had me real stressed out lately, and so I was in the need of some comfort fluff from my two favorite celestial animatronic jesters, and figured other folks could probably use some comfort fluff as well. This is the first time I’ve made a comic in a real long time, so I hope folks like it!!