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STARGIRL⋆.ᐟ recents → mammon gets c*ckblocked all the time

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୨ৎ Mammon gets cock-blocked alllll the timeᝰ.ᐟ

A/N; sum small I found in my drafts, gonna get to my love and deepspace stuff now hihi

1ST — MAMMON IS F*CKED! ( No pun intended)

The first incident, in all fairness, was inevitable.

Taking Lucifer's card for a reckless shopping spree with you was a death wish on its own, but ending up in bed together before the bags even touched the floor made it even worse.

Mammon's hands were everywhere, rough and greedy as he pinned you down on his slept-in bed, his lips meeting yours, tongue already eager to explore yours in a messy kiss. "'Fuck, sweets," he's breathing heavy already, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh through the annoying fabric of his jeans, "Ya drive me crazy."

You arch up into him, desperatly trying to grind your pantiy-clothed cunt onto him as your fingers tangle in his white hair, pulling him closer as he shoved your shirt up, mouth quick to latch onto your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you giggle in excitement.

Tanned and slender hands of his dip lower, fingers slipping right into those cute lace panties he just bought you to rub your puffy clit and run his fingers through your soaked folds.

"Gonna make ya scream my name, ya' hear?"

Biting a moan behind your swollen lips you eagerly spread your legs whider, messing up the sheets further in the process, urging him on to fuck you already until—

"MAMMONNN!"

The furious shout echoes from downstairs, rapid footsteps already rushing up the stairs, Lucifer set on making a bee-line towards poor mammons room.

"Fuck, I'm dead."

He rolls off your heaving body in a rush, quick to fix himself before planting an apologetic peck to your lips, "Gotta run for it, sweets, or he'll kill me for sure this time."

You pout, and that almost did him in. With a groan, he turned back, stealing one last, fat and wet smack to your lips.

"C'mon, don't look at me like that… To be continued, baby. Promise."

2ND — NO SELFCARE FOR MAMMON!

He's literally jumping in the air out of joy, a giddy jump in each step he takes.

No one's at the house right now.Aall six brothers out for once for some 'cooking workshop' solomon heavens help them managed to drag everyone but you two into.

Or so you thought.

"Fuckin' finally."

Steam curls against the glass of the shower as Mammon drags you into it, warm water cascading over your naked bodies. He presses you against the cold tiled wall, cock already sliding between your thighs, "Promised to fuck ya' good, didn't I? Gonna fuck ya senseless now, baby," he pants, slapping his cock against your clit for good meassure, once, twice—

"Mammon, stop it and fuck me already!"

"Y-yeah. Yer' right. Sorry sweets."

You grip his soaked hair, his tip catching at your weeping cunt while his fingers dig into the fat of your ass to hold you steady.

"Mammon pleaseee, can't wait any longer—"

"S-shit, hold on, don't want'cha to fall."

He's just about to be engulfed by the soft walls he calls home, tasting the delicious warmth at the tip of his tongue—

"Darlingggg! There you are!"

The bathroom door flies open so fast it slams into the wall, and Mammon lets out a sharp shriek, nearly jumping out of his skin as he's convinced, for half a second, that it's a ghost.

Just like that, he's slipping on the wet tiles and crashes down hard on his naked butt with a pained yelp right infront of you.

And all he can think about is whether you've just gotten the ick from him.

" I'm gonna have fun with out cutie tonight, sorry not sorry Mammon! facials, PJs, manicures allll the works!"

Asmodeus is thrilled, bursting in with a silk robe and mask in hand, giggling at the silhouettes that happend to be you two in the shower.

Mammon's quick on his feet, clenching his fist to keep himself from rubbing his sore bum infront of you. Instead, he pops a vein on his forehead, scrampling for the towels outside to wrap around you both as he steps out carefully, not to land on the ground again.

"Fuck you! You scared the living shit out of me, Asmo! Can't ya see we're busy?"

The brother just pouted sarcastically, already pulling at your arm to lead you to his room.

"I frankly don't give a shit. And no, no fucking for you tonight, Mammon."

The door slams with the same force as it opened before, leaving poor Mammon alone and blue balled behind, left sulking like a child as he drifts after you anyway, listening to your giggles and chatter right behind his door after you two left his room.

Nothing could possibly be worse than—

Mammon can't even properly finish his internal rant when he's suddenly on the ground again as his bedroom door swings open with full force. He falls defeated with a yelp, while Asmo steps right over him like he isn't even there, making a beeline for your robe.

"Silly girl forgot her robe— Mammon why the fuck are you naked right infront of your door? Anyone could walk in," With that, he scoffs and shoots Mammon a disgusted look before stepping over him again right into the hallway, "Gross."

Mammon squints up at him, fuming as he lies there sprawled like a bug on its back, towel barely hanging on.

"FUCK!"

3RD — MAMMON GETS TORMENTED WHILE... eating?

He's certain he's been cursed, maybe by Satan as some sort of cruel experiment with spells, he doesn't know.

All he knows is that he's got to have you. Right now.

Yes, right now in the janitor closet of RAD that he just sneaked in with you on lunchbreak.

Ohhhh, a lunch he's going to have.

"No more interruptions. Gonna eat this pretty pussy till ya' beg."

He's leaving a messy trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, feeling the need to mark you with a hickey despite the tight scedule he's on.

Dropping to his knees on the dusty right after, he's hiking up your little skirt and burries his nose straight into your panties, taking a big fat whiff as he whines into you.

"W-we don't have long, Mammon. Please, wanna cum."

He spreads your legs further, humming in agreement, he nods along a little too eagerly, like one of those wobbly dashboard dolls, hooking a finger to push your panties to the side, tongue darting out to get a long and desperatly needed taste of your leaking pussy.

"Oh f-fuckk— m' gonna make you squirt all over m—"

BANG!

No way.

The door rattles violently as Beel's muffled voice rumbles from the other side, "Hey, is there any food in there? I smell something sweet."

There's no. fucking. way.

BANGBANGBANG!

Mammon spreads your legs further to headbutt the shelf you're leaned against in rage, your tighs almost locking around his head as you try to stifle your giggles.

"Beel, ya idiot! It's not—arghhh, fuck off!"

"Nuh uh. I know you're hiding something tasty in there."

Mammon rolls his eyes so hard, they almost get stuck at the back of his head.

Yeah, there is something tasty right infront of him, but because of Beel, he's stuck heading to the next lesson on an empty stomach.

Great.

FINAL STRAW — OPERATION: FUCK MY GIRLFRIEND RIGHT NOW!

He's had enough by now.

So of course, he's already scheming a plan. And there's only one desperate attempt left that he can come up with. Maybe you won't say yes, or maybe it'll be the fourth time (god forbid) his brothers manage to blue ball him all over again, but it's worth a shot.

The plan gets rolling the next morning. You both call in sick, waiting for everyone to wander off before you graze through the hallways on your tiptoes toward Mammon's room, the house suspiciously quiet.

There was practically a haze hanging around Mammon's room, his pent-up frustration radiating off him before you even get to step a careful foot inside. Immediately he scoops you up, but the bed seems too far.

"Fuck it," his grunt tickles against your neck as he throws you right onto the billiard table in the middle of his room, your palms slapping the green felt, "Gonna give it ta' ya right here."

With quick moves your torn panties fall to the ground, and you giggle at his struggle of freeing his cock from his boxers, whining in annoyance against your neck.

Fat, weeping cock springing free, he wastes no time to rub his tip through your awaiting folds once, twice—

"Been achin' to pound my sweet pussy."

With one pleased whine he bottoms out in one swift move, the table shaking on its legs as the force of his building thrusts rattle Mammon snarled, rubbing his tip through your dripping slit.

The billiard balls roll around as your hands scramble at the green felt, chest arching right up to his awaiting mouth as he suckles on your nipples as if he could suck milk out of them.

Well, maybe he'll have to make that reality.

"Missed you so much, Mammon— h-harder— fuckkk!"

"Don't gotta tell me twice, treasure."

The force of his thrusts punches the air from your lungs, each one driving you harder against the shaky table.

Your fingers knot into his white locs, tugging sharply as a low grunt rumbles from his chest.

Right then, he abandons your nipples only to drag his mouth up to cage your bottom lip instead, sucking it into a needy kiss.

"Yeahhhh, ya like that, human? My cock fillin' ya up real good?"

"Yesss! Love it soooo much— r-right there!"

Table screeching against the floor with every hard, smack, smack smack of his pelvis against your puffy clit, sweat slicking your skin as your mind starts to run overdrive.

"Gonna cum inside ya," he murmurs against your drooly lips, cock twitching at every sound spilling from your lips, "Mark ya' as my treasure."

Stuttering hips trying desperatly to keep up their pace, he can feel himself nearing his end, cum already sitting heavy at the base of his pistoning cock.

And with one quick look down towards the frothy mess your cunning pussy smears across his girth, he knows he's done for.

"F-fuck, baby. M' gonna oh shiiiiit!—"

Mission accomplished.

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hello, may I request for a succubus reader x lads male leads? like the first meeting and reader seduces them? the opposite of the fic ‘Tempt me, Incubus!’ perhaps. thank youu!

We can’t talk here. E-mail me.

Oh my god I‘ll go insane on valkos

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Yeah Valko got me too y‘all

​this dude done made me hyperfixate on lads again man!!!!

Ik I‘ve been neglecting my lads girlies and I‘m so sorry! I‘m gonna continue to focus my future works on lads now trust!!! <3

I‘m already working on smt for my new hubby, gonna post it in abt a week. sorry to edge y‘all🫩

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୨ৎ Bully!sukuna takes you in a headlock infront of your nerdy boyfriend Satoruᝰ.ᐟ

tw. cück satoru. mean sukuna. lwk crybaby reader. slight dubcon. mention of br€€ding. manhandling(?). headlock.

A/N; this is on my bucketlist btw.

Your boyfriend is a sweetheart. Too kind for his own good.

Satoru helps not only you, but anyone who asks, especially when it comes to college related stuff.

Far too naive to recognize or even care when people are taking advantage of his brains.

Which is how he ended up tutoring that bastard for the past few days.

Ryomen Sukuna. Of all people.

The same guy who's been hating Satoru's guts from the moment those frighteningly blue eyes caught his attention back in freshman year, and has been tormenting him ever since.

Be it taking Satoru's seat before lectures, shoving him hard when passing him, or leaning in close just to spit venom about his sweet girlfriend— you, right into his face.

Just like right now.

"Does this looser even know what to do with you, peach?"

"Of course. I love her. She chose to be with me and she's happy with me—"

"Oh is she now?"

Sukuna's massive arm snakes around your neck from behind, the inked tattoos stretching across his ridiculously meaty biceps as he pushes you back into his hard chest, right infront of your gawking boyfriend in his chair.

You don't even need to see Sukuna's cock to to know it's a big fat handfull from the way his chubby tip jabs insistently at your ass cheek, his sweats and your pants pool at the floor while smearing sticky pre over your skin.

His free hand claws at your fleshy thigh to pry them apart further, then hooks two digits into the crotch of your panties only to let the fabric go to smack against your drooling lips in a loud whap!

"She this wet for you too, loser?"

Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Owwww!"

His hips stutter against your ass, grinding that fat cock between your cheeks, scoffing at your squirming while his biceps flexes around your neck, crimson eyes boring into Satoru slouched in his chair at the study desk, " 'f course not."

Once the torturous snaps of your panties finally stop, he replaces them with dull taps of his tip against your clothed clit, skimming over the fabric of your panties.

You gasp sharply, hands clawing desperately at his forearm, nails scraping over the bulging veins, mewling as his tip pushes at your hole through the fabric, your greedy pussy sucking some of the delicate lace inside, his mean cockhead pressing against the flimsy barrier.

"Yer' slutty pussy 's been starving for a real pounding from big bad Sukuna, hasn't she? Beggin' to get sum by a cock that actually stretches her right."

"Y-you said you'll stop nagging toru if we do this, right?" you whine, voice cracking as his tip catches on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

Oh how he hates when you use that teeth-rotting nickname for that fucking nerd.

Satoru doesn't miss the way Sukuna's red orb dramatically roll, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He can feel his heart sinking right down his... wait— maybe it's something else?

"Yeah, yeah."

"Promise?"

His biceps flexes and mushes your cheeks and you barely manage to catch the snarky grin spread across his inked face, smacking your thigh in warning, "Yer' pushin it now."

You let out a shriek, his rutts getting more desperate, so much so that his hips make your body jolt forward, the fat of your tits jumping with each push, Satorus eyes oggling through his glasses as they jiggle up down up down—

"Fuckkk."

He lets out something similar to a whimper, white tuff of hair hang low as his glasses damn near threaten to fall of his nose. And once his eyes lift to meet your face, smushed between the muscles of the pink-haired brute, your teeth sinking into your lower lip, trying so desperatly to stifle the filthy moan bubbling up from your throat as Sukuna's pre mixes with your gushing wetness.

And when those glossy eyes of yours finally meet his, he notices the quick flicker of guilt and something worse beneath it.

Pity.

Just then Satoru can feel his blood pumping straight to his cock, tip visibly twitching against his now oh-so-tight sweats, hands not so subtle to smooth over his growing cock.

God, you're gorgeous.

Trying to swallow those cute moans between hiccups, thighs jerking every time Sukuna's tip brushes teasingly against your entrance.

And the worst part of it all, the reason why your boyfriend's so pathetically meeting your gaze is because this is getting him off more than anything else.

The way you're trying sooo hard to keep quiet for him. It has him snaking past the waistband of his boxers to grip his base tight because he's so close to cum right into his pants from the sight alone.

"Yeah, nerd. I'll fuckkk her, aight."

Satoru lets out a sharp scoff because, naturally, that bastard catches the curse muttered under his breath. The grin thrown his way is a smug way to claim his victory. Great.

Fuck it. Might aswell enjoy the view, right?

As sweet as your boyfriend is, he bites back a remark, hooking his thumbs into his waistband instead as he shoves his sweats down in one swift motion, leaking cock springing free and slapping wetly against his stomach, a thick string of pre splattering across his abs.

Sukuna's mocking snicker fills the room as his red orbs squint in amusement, not slowing his teasing grinds against your lace-covered slit as he glares your poor boyfriend down. "Nawww, look at him. Jerking off while I'm about to fuck his girl right under his own roof."

Satoru is caring and maybe even a little selfless, but if anything, he's not dumb.

He knows this 'agreement' to shut Sukuna up about the constant bullying won't end clean. That honey-sweet pussy of yours is addictive as hell, and once this inked monster gets a deep taste, he'll never let it go.

Peace? Yeah, right.

And Sukuna too knows exactly what kind of taste is waiting for him.

"Gotta give him a good show now, right peach?"

RIIIIP!

Just like that, your panties fly to the floor, and just as they hit it, your boyfriends fist tightens around his cock, white tuff of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Been dreamin' about how this pussy feels like," he grins, breath hot against your ear before placing a fat and wet smooch to your squished cheek, already bullying half his massive girth inside you as his arm flexes around your neck.

"So fuckin' tight and wet, just beggin' for sum' real dick," And he's so mean, robbing whine after whine out of you, his fat cock hitting your sweet spot with ease as tears sting your lashline, "Been growing tired of watchin' you hang off this loser's arm all this time."

Wet, obscene squelches of your pussy fills the room, blue orbs fixated on the frothing mess at the base of his bully's cock, stroking his painfully hard cock in time with Sukuna's thrusts.

"Would'cha look at that, brat," Sukuna rasps, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head hanging toward Satoru, "Yer' sweet boy's still going strong, huh?"

And god, you hate how right that filthy mouth of his is, because with each ram of his cock and each fat smooch his cockhead places to your womb, you grow more cockdrunk by the second, drool dripping right onto his flexing biceps.

"Tell him how much better my dick feels, pretty," he muses, red orbs watching your boyfriend with a tint of amusement behind them, "Tell him how m' rearranging yer' guts."

You protest by shaking your head and pushing your lips shut, but it's no use when damn near half of your oxygen's cut off from those muscles of his and your pussy gushing right onto the culprits cock like a damn fountain.

The sudden whimper of your boyfriend brings you back to your senses just barely, mouth hanging open as his hand blurrs on his dick, pre-cum dripping over his knuckles.

"Does it feel good, baby?" he mutters in that sweet voice of his, degrading himself further, eyes still locked on the creamy mess between your legs.

"'S so big, fuckin' me soooo good, toru!"

Your muffled words shouldn't drive him on to squeeze at his senstive tip, already feeling his cum threatening to shoot up from his base, but they do.

Shame? Humiliation? Those words don't ring a bell in that smart head of his anymore.

"Yeah?"

You don't know whether you want to rip his tongue out of his mouth or feel it licking at your pulse again. Probably the latter.

"Gonna breed this pretty pussy, yeah?", he murmurs against your ear, teasingly nibbling at your earlobe, already feeling your cute cunt clenching down hard at the offer, "Have your fuckass nerd lick it right outta ya' later?"

"M-mhm!"

Hm. Those are terms Satoru can live with.

And as long as his sweet girl's happy with it, he'll keep watching.

At least for now.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, feed my work to any AI or translate my work in any way!

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୨ৎ Bully!sukuna takes you in a headlock infront of your nerdy boyfriend Satoruᝰ.ᐟ

tw. cück satoru. mean sukuna. lwk crybaby reader. slight dubcon. mention of br€€ding. manhandling(?). headlock.

A/N; this is on my bucketlist btw.

Your boyfriend is a sweetheart. Too kind for his own good.

Satoru helps not only you, but anyone who asks, especially when it comes to college related stuff.

Far too naive to recognize or even care when people are taking advantage of his brains.

Which is how he ended up tutoring that bastard for the past few days.

Ryomen Sukuna. Of all people.

The same guy who's been hating Satoru's guts from the moment those frighteningly blue eyes caught his attention back in freshman year, and has been tormenting him ever since.

Be it taking Satoru's seat before lectures, shoving him hard when passing him, or leaning in close just to spit venom about his sweet girlfriend— you, right into his face.

Just like right now.

"Does this looser even know what to do with you, peach?"

"Of course. I love her. She chose to be with me and she's happy with me—"

"Oh is she now?"

Sukuna's massive arm snakes around your neck from behind, the inked tattoos stretching across his ridiculously meaty biceps as he pushes you back into his hard chest, right infront of your gawking boyfriend in his chair.

You don't even need to see Sukuna's cock to to know it's a big fat handfull from the way his chubby tip jabs insistently at your ass cheek, his sweats and your pants pool at the floor while smearing sticky pre over your skin.

His free hand claws at your fleshy thigh to pry them apart further, then hooks two digits into the crotch of your panties only to let the fabric go to smack against your drooling lips in a loud whap!

"She this wet for you too, loser?"

Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Owwww!"

His hips stutter against your ass, grinding that fat cock between your cheeks, scoffing at your squirming while his biceps flexes around your neck, crimson eyes boring into Satoru slouched in his chair at the study desk, " 'f course not."

Once the torturous snaps of your panties finally stop, he replaces them with dull taps of his tip against your clothed clit, skimming over the fabric of your panties.

You gasp sharply, hands clawing desperately at his forearm, nails scraping over the bulging veins, mewling as his tip pushes at your hole through the fabric, your greedy pussy sucking some of the delicate lace inside, his mean cockhead pressing against the flimsy barrier.

"Yer' slutty pussy 's been starving for a real pounding from big bad Sukuna, hasn't she? Beggin' to get sum by a cock that actually stretches her right."

"Y-you said you'll stop nagging toru if we do this, right?" you whine, voice cracking as his tip catches on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

Oh how he hates when you use that teeth-rotting nickname for that fucking nerd.

Satoru doesn't miss the way Sukuna's red orb dramatically roll, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He can feel his heart sinking right down his... wait— maybe it's something else?

"Yeah, yeah."

"Promise?"

His biceps flexes and mushes your cheeks and you barely manage to catch the snarky grin spread across his inked face, smacking your thigh in warning, "Yer' pushin it now."

You let out a shriek, his rutts getting more desperate, so much so that his hips make your body jolt forward, the fat of your tits jumping with each push, Satorus eyes oggling through his glasses as they jiggle up down up down—

"Fuckkk."

He lets out something similar to a whimper, white tuff of hair hang low as his glasses damn near threaten to fall of his nose. And once his eyes lift to meet your face, smushed between the muscles of the pink-haired brute, your teeth sinking into your lower lip, trying so desperatly to stifle the filthy moan bubbling up from your throat as Sukuna's pre mixes with your gushing wetness.

And when those glossy eyes of yours finally meet his, he notices the quick flicker of guilt and something worse beneath it.

Pity.

Just then Satoru can feel his blood pumping straight to his cock, tip visibly twitching against his now oh-so-tight sweats, hands not so subtle to smooth over his growing cock.

God, you're gorgeous.

Trying to swallow those cute moans between hiccups, thighs jerking every time Sukuna's tip brushes teasingly against your entrance.

And the worst part of it all, the reason why your boyfriend's so pathetically meeting your gaze is because this is getting him off more than anything else.

The way you're trying sooo hard to keep quiet for him. It has him snaking past the waistband of his boxers to grip his base tight because he's so close to cum right into his pants from the sight alone.

"Yeah, nerd. I'll fuckkk her, aight."

Satoru lets out a sharp scoff because, naturally, that bastard catches the curse muttered under his breath. The grin thrown his way is a smug way to claim his victory. Great.

Fuck it. Might aswell enjoy the view, right?

As sweet as your boyfriend is, he bites back a remark, hooking his thumbs into his waistband instead as he shoves his sweats down in one swift motion, leaking cock springing free and slapping wetly against his stomach, a thick string of pre splattering across his abs.

Sukuna's mocking snicker fills the room as his red orbs squint in amusement, not slowing his teasing grinds against your lace-covered slit as he glares your poor boyfriend down. "Nawww, look at him. Jerking off while I'm about to fuck his girl right under his own roof."

Satoru is caring and maybe even a little selfless, but if anything, he's not dumb.

He knows this 'agreement' to shut Sukuna up about the constant bullying won't end clean. That honey-sweet pussy of yours is addictive as hell, and once this inked monster gets a deep taste, he'll never let it go.

Peace? Yeah, right.

And Sukuna too knows exactly what kind of taste is waiting for him.

"Gotta give him a good show now, right peach?"

RIIIIP!

Just like that, your panties fly to the floor, and just as they hit it, your boyfriends fist tightens around his cock, white tuff of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Been dreamin' about how this pussy feels like," he grins, breath hot against your ear before placing a fat and wet smooch to your squished cheek, already bullying half his massive girth inside you as his arm flexes around your neck.

"So fuckin' tight and wet, just beggin' for sum' real dick," And he's so mean, robbing whine after whine out of you, his fat cock hitting your sweet spot with ease as tears sting your lashline, "Been growing tired of watchin' you hang off this loser's arm all this time."

Wet, obscene squelches of your pussy fills the room, blue orbs fixated on the frothing mess at the base of his bully's cock, stroking his painfully hard cock in time with Sukuna's thrusts.

"Would'cha look at that, brat," Sukuna rasps, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head hanging toward Satoru, "Yer' sweet boy's still going strong, huh?"

And god, you hate how right that filthy mouth of his is, because with each ram of his cock and each fat smooch his cockhead places to your womb, you grow more cockdrunk by the second, drool dripping right onto his flexing biceps.

"Tell him how much better my dick feels, pretty," he muses, red orbs watching your boyfriend with a tint of amusement behind them, "Tell him how m' rearranging yer' guts."

You protest by shaking your head and pushing your lips shut, but it's no use when damn near half of your oxygen's cut off from those muscles of his and your pussy gushing right onto the culprits cock like a damn fountain.

The sudden whimper of your boyfriend brings you back to your senses just barely, mouth hanging open as his hand blurrs on his dick, pre-cum dripping over his knuckles.

"Does it feel good, baby?" he mutters in that sweet voice of his, degrading himself further, eyes still locked on the creamy mess between your legs.

"'S so big, fuckin' me soooo good, toru!"

Your muffled words shouldn't drive him on to squeeze at his senstive tip, already feeling his cum threatening to shoot up from his base, but they do.

Shame? Humiliation? Those words don't ring a bell in that smart head of his anymore.

"Yeah?"

You don't know whether you want to rip his tongue out of his mouth or feel it licking at your pulse again. Probably the latter.

"Gonna breed this pretty pussy, yeah?", he murmurs against your ear, teasingly nibbling at your earlobe, already feeling your cute cunt clenching down hard at the offer, "Have your fuckass nerd lick it right outta ya' later?"

"M-mhm!"

Hm. Those are terms Satoru can live with.

And as long as his sweet girl's happy with it, he'll keep watching.

At least for now.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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well, rudo had to be born somehow ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

LMFAOOOO RIGHTTTT

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Of course Alto cums inside

Yup yup, that’s the only place he knows 😋

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˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ All yours!

Where do they like to c*m on your body ? ♡

Buy me a coffee? <3

A/N; *ahem* forgive me for the poor writing, m a bit rusty oops

On Your P*ssy ♡

He fucking adores dragging his leaking cockhead back and forth through your drooling pussy lips, and loves the way your swollen folds cling desperately to his thick, veiny girth.

Precum oozes from his slit, mixing with your arousal to create a messy, slippery glide as he ruts against you harder, his hips snapping with raw need, teasing your entrance without mercy.

You spread your legs wide, letting him grind against your entrance without daring to slip inside, his cock rubbing directly over your swollen clit with every pass.

The friction builds until he's a breathy mess, pulling back just enough to press the tip right against that sensitive nub, circling it roughly while you whimper and buck your hips.

When he finally cums, he aims the first hot spurts straight onto your pussy, coating your outer lips and dripping down to soak your clit, the warmth making you shiver as he smears it in with lazy strokes.

And as he draws his name in silly lines across your pussy with his bulky tip, he shoots you that drunken grin with those lazy eyes of his.

Maybe he'll lick you clean off the bone with his tongue later.

He 100% will.

Follo. August. Bro Santa.

Inside You ♡

Nothing, literally nothing gets him off like the thought of filling you up to the brim, pounding deep into your tight pussy until you're leaking. And anytime you plead at him with those pretty eyes of yours, begging him to fill you up, his cock damn near grows an inch from excitement.

So when he finally gets to slowly force his thumping head past your puffy lips, he has a strong hand on your glisterning skin as his other broad hand palms at the fat of your ass, nails digging into your flesh.

The words spilling from his filthy tongue have you squirming and wiggling in his grip, feeling his chubby girth fill you inch by devastatingly fat inch, crown of his cock already teasing your most tender spots with each little rut he manages.

And your cunt engulfs him so deliciously, almost begging to feel more of him, to have him french kiss that spot hiding by your cozy walls. He plunges balls-deep into your soaked pussy in one swift and squelching thrust, his pelvis crashing into your swollen clit, echoing in a loud clap! right against your clit. Then he drives into you again, rhythmic plap plap plapping of wet flesh meeting flesh filling the the space between you two while your cunt gushes noisily around him.

Curses come out in low grunts as he drives knocks you further up on the sheets, your head jolting dangerously close to the headboard with every thrust. His balls drawing up tight, bitting his lip hard as he nears his limit, almost whining at the thought of pumping you full of his cum as he gawks at the bump his cock creates at your lower belly.

Right then, hot ropes of cum flood your womb and he holds you there, pins you to the sheets even, grinding in deep to ensure your womb gets hit with each drop of his sticky cum.

Who knows— if he's lucky, you'll be all full and glowing with something someone else soon.

Corvus. Gris. Alto Surebrec (duhhhhh).

On Your Face ♡

Everytime your knees dig into the floor as your tongue pokes out to taste the pre leaking from his bulky tip, a fat grin spreads across his face.

It only grows wider when you finally wrap your lips around his girth, taking him further into your throat with eager slurps and teasing flicks of your tongue along the underside.

So sue him for threading his fingers harshly lightly through your hair, yanking guiding your head as you bob faster, his words turning filthier than the mess you're causing with that pretty mouth of yours, your cheeks hollowing to take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat.

The gags that his tip causes as it scrapes the inside of your throat is music to his ears, his hips jolting up to meet your pace as his hand damn near rips your hair as he fights to get his shit together, trying like hell not to cum too soon.

Your mouth on him is nothing short of nasty, working downright disgusting wonders on him as saliva drips down your chin, frothing in bubbles at the corner of your stuffed and grinning mouth.

And he curses you under his cracked breath the second your hands find his balls, pressing between the space of them and the base of his soaked cock to apply further pressure.

Because that's the last string to snap, his strong and veined hand locking around your head to messily pull out off you with a wet pop!, fisting his cock right in front of your outstreched tongue, the cockdrunk look on your face making him reach his orgasm with heavy spurts.

Painting your cheeks, lips, and forehead with sticky cum, a few drops land on your eyelashes. And still, you look up at him with that lopsided grin of yours as your tongue chases the last of him on his leaking tip with a quiet little hum of satisfaction that damn near makes him laugh.

Ah. A work of art, truely.

Zodyl. Tamsy. Enjin.

On Your Tits ♡

Moments like this are what he lives for, quite honestly. When he positions himself between your breasts, squeezing them together with strong hands around his chubby cock as you aid him by squeezing them tight just for him to fuck.

It feels like heaven when you lean forward spit on his tip to make the glide smoother, oogling with those puppy-like eyes of yours at the crown of his head disappearing into the fat of your tits with each pull and appearing again with each push.

When his thrusts turn harsher and his leaking pre wets your lips, poking at them with his tip, you're quick to dart your tongue out to get a taste of the translucent essence teasingly.

He can't help himself, his hand coming up almost immediately to squish at your cheeks, chuckling at the pout your glossy lips press into.

You're cute. Ridiculously cute. Laying there all dazed and giggly every time your mouth latches on his tip until it plops back out at the tug of his hips.

The soft plush of your tits squeezed tighter by your hands, almost laughably smaller in comparison to his, making his cock twitch in excitement.

His pace is quickening with his balls slap slap slapping against your chest until he pulls out of the warm crease of your tits, his fat spurts of white slashing across your tits, over your nipples and running down the curves.

Fat grin plastered onto his face as he guides his tip right onto your stiff niplles, smearing his cum in circles around it, eager cock already springing back to life at the sound of your cute mewls and whines.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't clean up the mess he made on his girl, hm? That just wouldn't be fair.

Regto. Corvus. Bundus Begalkit.

On Your Ass ♡

Lo and behold the sight in front of him— the gorgeous arch of your back, curves spilling from his firm grip. He has to physically stop himself from diving head first between your cheeks right then and there.

Instead, his cock slides between your wet folds in loooong strokes, the fat head catching on your puckered hole everytime his hips twitched in impatience.

Smack!

His palm comes down hard on your ass, stupid grin spreading at the red imprint blooming across your cheek, and you yelp, your hips bucking forward.

Watching the flesh ripple in awe he cooes at you, rubbing a thumb over the reddish skin while he grinds against your slick crack.

Painting you with sticky strands while your ass grows redder under his spanks, the image of you marked in both his handprints and his dripping cum drills into his head, tip placing feisty kisses onto your stammering hole already.

Wiggling your ass impatiently,you arch your back, pushing back to meet his tip, trying desperatly to plop his fat head right into your eager pussy.

But he only stops you by another mean smack, your flesh jiggling on impact, head falling back as his hips stutter, hands gripping your ass for dear life because he's—

Fuck, is he about to cum already?

His loud groan is answer enough as his sweaty hand glides towards your hip while his other grips his fat base, aiming to soon shoot thick jets of cum onto your ass, white trickling down your cheeks and lower back, scooping some up with his thumb as he taps it gently against your plush lips.

Because c'mon now, you can't miss out on the taste, right?

JABBER. Enjin. August.

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Where do they like to c*m on your body ? ♡

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A/N; *ahem* forgive me for the poor writing, m a bit rusty oops

On Your P*ssy ♡

He fucking adores dragging his leaking cockhead back and forth through your drooling pussy lips, and loves the way your swollen folds cling desperately to his thick, veiny girth.

Precum oozes from his slit, mixing with your arousal to create a messy, slippery glide as he ruts against you harder, his hips snapping with raw need, teasing your entrance without mercy.

You spread your legs wide, letting him grind against your entrance without daring to slip inside, his cock rubbing directly over your swollen clit with every pass.

The friction builds until he's a breathy mess, pulling back just enough to press the tip right against that sensitive nub, circling it roughly while you whimper and buck your hips.

When he finally cums, he aims the first hot spurts straight onto your pussy, coating your outer lips and dripping down to soak your clit, the warmth making you shiver as he smears it in with lazy strokes.

And as he draws his name in silly lines across your pussy with his bulky tip, he shoots you that drunken grin with those lazy eyes of his.

Maybe he'll lick you clean off the bone with his tongue later.

He 100% will.

Follo. August. Bro Santa.

Inside You ♡

Nothing, literally nothing gets him off like the thought of filling you up to the brim, pounding deep into your tight pussy until you're leaking. And anytime you plead at him with those pretty eyes of yours, begging him to fill you up, his cock damn near grows an inch from excitement.

So when he finally gets to slowly force his thumping head past your puffy lips, he has a strong hand on your glisterning skin as his other broad hand palms at the fat of your ass, nails digging into your flesh.

The words spilling from his filthy tongue have you squirming and wiggling in his grip, feeling his chubby girth fill you inch by devastatingly fat inch, crown of his cock already teasing your most tender spots with each little rut he manages.

And your cunt engulfs him so deliciously, almost begging to feel more of him, to have him french kiss that spot hiding by your cozy walls. He plunges balls-deep into your soaked pussy in one swift and squelching thrust, his pelvis crashing into your swollen clit, echoing in a loud clap! right against your clit. Then he drives into you again, rhythmic plap plap plapping of wet flesh meeting flesh filling the the space between you two while your cunt gushes noisily around him.

Curses come out in low grunts as he drives knocks you further up on the sheets, your head jolting dangerously close to the headboard with every thrust. His balls drawing up tight, bitting his lip hard as he nears his limit, almost whining at the thought of pumping you full of his cum as he gawks at the bump his cock creates at your lower belly.

Right then, hot ropes of cum flood your womb and he holds you there, pins you to the sheets even, grinding in deep to ensure your womb gets hit with each drop of his sticky cum.

Who knows— if he's lucky, you'll be all full and glowing with something someone else soon.

Corvus. Gris. Alto Surebrec (duhhhhh).

On Your Face ♡

Everytime your knees dig into the floor as your tongue pokes out to taste the pre leaking from his bulky tip, a fat grin spreads across his face.

It only grows wider when you finally wrap your lips around his girth, taking him further into your throat with eager slurps and teasing flicks of your tongue along the underside.

So sue him for threading his fingers harshly lightly through your hair, yanking guiding your head as you bob faster, his words turning filthier than the mess you're causing with that pretty mouth of yours, your cheeks hollowing to take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat.

The gags that his tip causes as it scrapes the inside of your throat is music to his ears, his hips jolting up to meet your pace as his hand damn near rips your hair as he fights to get his shit together, trying like hell not to cum too soon.

Your mouth on him is nothing short of nasty, working downright disgusting wonders on him as saliva drips down your chin, frothing in bubbles at the corner of your stuffed and grinning mouth.

And he curses you under his cracked breath the second your hands find his balls, pressing between the space of them and the base of his soaked cock to apply further pressure.

Because that's the last string to snap, his strong and veined hand locking around your head to messily pull out off you with a wet pop!, fisting his cock right in front of your outstreched tongue, the cockdrunk look on your face making him reach his orgasm with heavy spurts.

Painting your cheeks, lips, and forehead with sticky cum, a few drops land on your eyelashes. And still, you look up at him with that lopsided grin of yours as your tongue chases the last of him on his leaking tip with a quiet little hum of satisfaction that damn near makes him laugh.

Ah. A work of art, truely.

Zodyl. Tamsy. Enjin.

On Your Tits ♡

Moments like this are what he lives for, quite honestly. When he positions himself between your breasts, squeezing them together with strong hands around his chubby cock as you aid him by squeezing them tight just for him to fuck.

It feels like heaven when you lean forward spit on his tip to make the glide smoother, oogling with those puppy-like eyes of yours at the crown of his head disappearing into the fat of your tits with each pull and appearing again with each push.

When his thrusts turn harsher and his leaking pre wets your lips, poking at them with his tip, you're quick to dart your tongue out to get a taste of the translucent essence teasingly.

He can't help himself, his hand coming up almost immediately to squish at your cheeks, chuckling at the pout your glossy lips press into.

You're cute. Ridiculously cute. Laying there all dazed and giggly every time your mouth latches on his tip until it plops back out at the tug of his hips.

The soft plush of your tits squeezed tighter by your hands, almost laughably smaller in comparison to his, making his cock twitch in excitement.

His pace is quickening with his balls slap slap slapping against your chest until he pulls out of the warm crease of your tits, his fat spurts of white slashing across your tits, over your nipples and running down the curves.

Fat grin plastered onto his face as he guides his tip right onto your stiff niplles, smearing his cum in circles around it, eager cock already springing back to life at the sound of your cute mewls and whines.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't clean up the mess he made on his girl, hm? That just wouldn't be fair.

Regto. Corvus. Bundus Begalkit.

On Your Ass ♡

Lo and behold the sight in front of him— the gorgeous arch of your back, curves spilling from his firm grip. He has to physically stop himself from diving head first between your cheeks right then and there.

Instead, his cock slides between your wet folds in loooong strokes, the fat head catching on your puckered hole everytime his hips twitched in impatience.

Smack!

His palm comes down hard on your ass, stupid grin spreading at the red imprint blooming across your cheek, and you yelp, your hips bucking forward.

Watching the flesh ripple in awe he cooes at you, rubbing a thumb over the reddish skin while he grinds against your slick crack.

Painting you with sticky strands while your ass grows redder under his spanks, the image of you marked in both his handprints and his dripping cum drills into his head, tip placing feisty kisses onto your stammering hole already.

Wiggling your ass impatiently,you arch your back, pushing back to meet his tip, trying desperatly to plop his fat head right into your eager pussy.

But he only stops you by another mean smack, your flesh jiggling on impact, head falling back as his hips stutter, hands gripping your ass for dear life because he's—

Fuck, is he about to cum already?

His loud groan is answer enough as his sweaty hand glides towards your hip while his other grips his fat base, aiming to soon shoot thick jets of cum onto your ass, white trickling down your cheeks and lower back, scooping some up with his thumb as he taps it gently against your plush lips.

Because c'mon now, you can't miss out on the taste, right?

JABBER. Enjin. August.

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How they proposed to you. (Gojo, Geto, Toji)

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them reacting to you wearing a pheromone perfume NSFW

them mocking your moans NSFW

random/upopular stuff they do! SFW & NSFW

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Drabbles. Caleb reacting to your water breaking <3 Caleb’s first blowjob <3 ⋆ Husband!Caleb ⋆ Babytrapper!caleb ⋆ Fight over dominance with caleb ⋆ Make up sex with husband!caleb ⋆ Thigh riding caleb <3 ⋆ Wearing a collar with caleb <3 ⋆ making a d!ldo replica of calebs d!ck <3 ⋆

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Drabbles. Sylus and his twin girls! Sylus hates fucking with the rubber on. ⋆ Edging sylus till he cries <3 ⋆ Batman!Sylus ⋆

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