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“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.

“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.

“c’mon pretty.” you purr.

“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.

“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”

“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.

“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.

you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.

“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.

“yes.” he squeezes your hips.

you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.

“ask.” you look down at him.

“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.

“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”

your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.

“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.

“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”

“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.

“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.

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for your entertainment - r. sukuna

౨ৎ experienced!sukuna x virgin f!reader [adult boutique au] - ongoing series

❝ chasing your dreams isn't all it's cracked up to be. your apartment shakes when the train passes and eating a scoop of peanut butter and calling it girl dinner is getting depressing. when you finally manage to land a job at a store that sells sex toys, it's possibly the biggest relief of your life. there's just one issue: you're a virgin. you don't know the first thing about toys and you don't want your cute and flirty white-haired co-worker to know. against your better judgement, you find yourself turning to your other co-worker for lessons and learn the hard way he's just as much of an asshole in bed as he is at work. ❞

౨ৎ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. smut. fwb but you aren't friends. slow burn romance/fast burn smut. sukuna is 23ish, reader is24/25ish. reader is sexually reserved but confident, nerdy, and a band geek. arrogant!sukuna. dom!sukuna. mild corruption. size difference. piv (protected & unprotected). sex toys. dildos. vibrators. sybians. shibari & bondage. restraint. gags. butt plugs. fingering. cock rings. clit stimulants. g-spot stimulants. nipple clamps. remote controlled vibrator. lubes. sex games. blindfolds. aphrodisiacs. biting. marking. possession. dick piercings & tattoos. established safe word. used safe word. loss of virginity. oral (f! and m!). handjob. dacryphilia. mating press. overstimulation. cum play. manhandling. edging. sensory deprivation. (mutual) masturbation (f! and m!). choking. mild love triangle with gojo.

i aim to spread sex positivity, explore the effects of the stigma around virginity, and educate on safety in exploring kinks :)

౨ৎ wc ; estimated 100k.

౨ৎ a/n ; art by ackshuallyvalerie <3 shoutout to @/yenayaps for sukuna dick piercing brain worms <33

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gyarujo

꒰ 爆豪勝己 ꒱ › katsuki hates being loud in bed. mdni. pro hero! bakugo x fem! reader. unprotected piv

for someone who’s so loud and cocky, katsuki is surprisingly quiet in bed. because he hates the sounds he makes, finds his own whimpers and groans pathetic and weak. he hates the way his control dissolves, the way his body betrays him with hitched breaths and feeble groans. every time a whimper ‘threatens’ to spill from his lips, he’s gulping it down, jaw clenched so tight it aches.

he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow the moans building in his own chest. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, not just to taste you, but to make sure you’re so full of him that no sound can escape.

“kats breathe,” you gasp when he finally lets you up for air.

“shut up,” he snarls, but there’s no heat beneath his words.

when you finally sink down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch, his whole body goes rigid. a sharp hiss falls through his gritted teeth, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if in shame. you can feel the vibration of his groan against your throat, a guttural sound he tries so, so hard to kill.

“fuck,” he breathes, a mere puff of air against your glistening skin. his hips remain still, even as his cock throbs inside you

when you start to ride him, his hands fly from your hips to your ass, then to your shoulders, anywhere he can get purchase, as if he’s physically trying to hold himself together. his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. you can hear the struggle in every inhale. his crimson eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration that has everything to do with not falling apart.

you love watching him like this. you love being the one to unravel him. you pick up the pace, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him wild, and you feel the tremor that starts in his thighs, the way his calloused fingers dig bruises into your perfect skin.

a sound that’s half-gasp, half-whimper, bubbles up, and katsuki immediately clamps his mouth down on your shoulder — using your body to silence his own.

he’s drunk on the copper leaking from your broken skin. he presses soothing kisses to your shoulder and it makes you clench even harder around him. that’s what finally makes him break. a moan tears from his throat, muffled by your flesh but unmistakable. a vulnerable sound that’s completely at odds with the explosive hero he is by day. it’s the sound of him stripped of all his defenses

cinna-creme

a/n: krbk slop

your breath catches when kiri’s fingers latch onto your jaw and pull your lips from katsuki’s. he turns your head to him, leaning in and licking across your lips before slipping his tongue in your mouth. you moan into him, squeaking when katsuki starts to pepper kisses along your neck, pressing in closer, and grazing his teeth against your heated skin.

“mmngh.” you squirm between them.

“‘s wrong?” kiri chuckles, kissing down your jaw.

you tilt your head back, giving them more space as moans slip free from your parted lips. they’re lips meet over your throat, making you groan that you can’t see. they laugh into each others mouths, each hooking a leg over yours as they spread you out on the bed between them.

“bet you’re leaking in your sweats.” kirishima pulls back, grinning at katsuki.

his face heats all the way to the tips of his ears. “shut up.” he buries his face back into your neck to suck and nibble.

kirishima takes your lips again, rubbing the inside of your thigh, humming when his hand meets katsuki’s over your panties. you melt between them, each drag of their fingers setting your body alight. katsuki hooks his fingers into the cotton and pulls them to the side, kirishima wastes no time in sliding his fingers through your slick.

“mmm!” your hips jerk forward.

“so wet already.” katsuki coos, trailing his fingers next to kiri’s.

katsuki circles your clit while kirishima prods at your entrance, dipping the tip of his finger in and pulling out just to hear your gasps and whimpers. katsuki pinches your clit the same time kiri slides a long finger into you, your head falling back in the process.

“how’s it feel?” kirishima pulls his finger out just to slip two in. “hm?”

“good!” you gasp. “so good.”

katsuki swirls around your clit faster and kiri answers by fingering you to the same rhythm. kirishima leans over and presses his lips to katsuki’s again, both of them getting lost in ea h other as you get lost in them. you’re grinding against their hands, thighs twitching and toes curling as they work you up.

they pull back from each other, strings of spit still connecting them as they look down at the wet mess they’ve turned you into. the sounds of your wetness reach your ears and you face burns but you’re too far gone to care.

“fuck! faster! please!” your tummy twists as you feel it coming.

“yeah? already baby?” kirishima looks at you.

“barely even started.” katsuki chuckles, fingers moving even faster.

your pleasure snaps, thighs desperately trying to clamp around their hands as they keep you spread. they work you through it, never slowing, their fingers only switching spots. katsuki slips two fingers into you already curling them perfectly while kirishima taps your clit.

“you can take more, yeah?”

ceruleanheaven

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

revolvingsaturn

𝜗𝜚 save a horse, ride..the cute cowboy from the bar?

content: riding, fluff, creampies, he whimpers, begging, wearing his hat as he fucks you!, yearning and romantic Choso, masturbation, dancing, dry humping, thigh riding, happy endings, unprotected p in v

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wc: 2.5k

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It’s summer in the south. The heat is blistering, the bars are full and the dresses are pretty.

Especially your dress, Choso thinks, as he blushes behind his glass and tries to avert his eyes. Usually, he wouldn’t blink twice at a pretty girl speaking to him so easily, evening sun filtering lazily onto her cheeks- they’re ten a penny down here, almost as common as the cattle he herds.

But you make him nervous, and he swallows thickly every time you laugh at a joke or tilt your head down. Because, when your head goes down, so does your neckline and it makes him hot. You aren’t even particularly exposed- Jesus Choso, get it together!- but when his dark eyes catch a glimpse of your cleavage, he gulps.

You’d spotted him looking at you, eyes dragging over the way your skirts twirled around and took your tapping boots in and out of his eyeline. The fiddle was loud, he couldn’t find an opening to talk to you (and he sure as hell wasn’t going to dance) and his palms got clammy everytime he looked at you for too long.

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait for an opening because you came sauntering up to him , cheeks flushed and hair tousled from the dancing.

“Hey.”

“Hey, uh, haven’t seen you around here before…” he stammers. “Y’come here often?” He wants to die. He wants somebody to smash a glass over his head, unprovoked, so maybe he’ll get shot and he’ll never have to relive this again.

You giggle, and his throat goes dry. “Nah, just moved. Do you come here often, cowboy?”

Oh Jesus. “S’not really my thing, it’s more his.” His head tilts over to Gojo in the corner, hat tilted down over his head and enthusiastically grinning at somebody with long black hair. Choso shakes his head. “Plus, I’ve not danced in a while.”

“Aw, well maybe I can teach you!” You smile, eyes brightening. “Hey, I’ve gotta start heading home or else it’ll get dark. Save me a dance next week?”

He smiles stupidly. “Yeah, yeah. S’fine.”

You smile up at him again, cleavage peeking out oh so slightly over the lace trimming of your dress, and Choso knows he’s hopelessly gone.

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The next week, he greets you with a polite tip of the hat and allows you to encase his calloused hand in your softer one, spin him around on the floor until he gets the hang of it.

“You’re good!” You laugh, layered skirts whirling in sync with both pairs of boots.

He doesn’t reply, brows scrunched in concentration. You smile softly, and gasp in excitement when the fiddle switches to a quicker key signature and somebody with a banjo starts plucking the strings quicker than your eyes can keep up with.

Choso grins. He knows this song, has heard it almost every week since he started frequenting this bar; he pivots you about, warm hands firm on your waist, and lifts- you squeal, laughing, and try to ignore how lovely his arms look from up here.

When the song finishes, you’re breathless and glowing. “So you can dance!”

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Sort of… my little brother made me learn. Said he thinks it’s a life skill, ‘though if y’ask me I think he just likes seeing me embarrassed.”

Amusedly, you chuckle- “well, Choso, I didn’t think it was embarrassing at all.”

He smiles. “Well, as long as you don’t think so.” You go quiet, still lightly swaying in his grip like your body forgot it wasn’t supposed to be spinning anymore.

His hands are still on your waist.

Yours are still on his shoulders.

“Oh, um, would you just look at the sky! It’s getting dark already, wow!” You say, cheeks reddening and it’s not from the dancing this time. Your hands snatch back from his shoulders like they’ve been burnt.

He blinks. “Yeah, s’pose it is, sweetheart.” Choso looks slightly saddened to see you go, and your heart melts- so do your inhibitions, apparently. Because suddenly, you’re taking it upon yourself to kiss him goodbye like you’re lovers.

Boots arc up to their tiptoes, lips soft and slightly parted. In the dim corner of the bar, Choso leans down for ease and you’re planting a lingering kiss to his cheek, although it ends up being more like the corner of his mouth.

He thinks you don’t hear over the music- surely, a shaky breath would go unnoticed? After all, he has just been dancing. Unfortunately, you do hear, because it comes out as more of a desperate whine; his hands just slightly dig more into the curves of your waist, and then he’s pulling away.

“Thanks. For the dance, I mean.”

“S’nothing.” He grins dazedly, before ripping the brim of his hat down benignantly. “Get home safe, miss.”

You do, flop down onto your bed and squeal into the pillows like a lovestruck teenager. Then, you formulate a plan for next week, and grin into the pillows. Then, you moan into the pillows; fingers slip inside slick walls, prodding and pulling, while your other hand traces over where Choso held your waist.

Choso is not faring any better. He’s stood leaning against the wall of his ranch- because he couldn’t even wait to get inside- while his rough hand fists his cock at the memory of your tits, your mouth pressed tantalisingly close to his.

There’s tears beading at the corner of his eyes, and he blinks them away angrily like it pains him to use energy on anything other than imagining how it would feel to fuck you.

His hips stutter, his cock twitches- no, no, he’s not supposed to be thinking about that, not supposed to be fantasising about how good you’d look ruined and crying under him and-

Oh. Oops.

His boots are ruined- erratic spurts of milky white ribboning messily over the leather, dampening the material. Shit.

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The week after that, he’s decided- he will make a move, he will be romantic and he will ask you politely if he can take you on a date.

He didn’t say anything about being sober, though.

He’s one (or several) shots of cheap whiskey in, and his throat is burning- he feels courageous, determined. So, when you saunter all friendly up to him at the bar, neckline cut lower than last week and hair falling loosely over your bared shoulders, it’s only natural he completely loses any suaveness he was hoping for.

“Hey, Cho! How’re you doin-“

“You, uh…you wanna get out of here?” He says bluntly, admiring your pretty face when it breaks into a smile.

“Only if- only if it’s okay with you, though, wouldn’t wanna-“ Choso starts, cheeks reddening below the brim of his hat, and he can feel every strand of hair that’s currently tickling the nape of his neck.

And then he stops, because you’re taking one large, calloused hand in your softer one and dragging him from the bar into the sandy outside. You look at back at him, just for a second, and Choso feels the pang in his heart he’s been trying desperately to ignore for weeks.

Golden, pink and orange hues dust lovingly across your face; the setting sun catches every glint in your bright eyes, illuminating the irises with glowing fractions of light. Hair flows messily around your face, catching in the light wind.

Choso grins stupidly and clutches at his chest.

“I can show you around more, if you like.” He offers, gesturing at nothing in particular.

You look awestruck, and it takes Choso aback. “You would? Really? I’d love to take myself, but I don’t much fancy my chances with one of those rattlesnakes.” You grimace.

“They’re no big deal, really,” he says, “you just suck out the venom. I could show you how to do that, too.” You eye him up and giggle behind your hand, and Choso’s unsure if it’s at the implication or the way he’s certain his pupils are dilated to what feels like fifteen times their normal size.

His boots kick up little clouds of dust and sand on the pebbled path that leads to his ranch. He watches with dark eyes, completely enamoured, at the way you just look so happy being there; he’s thinking about what you’d look like here all the time- permanently, even.

Maybe even what you’d look like waking up next to him, helping him with chores, your boots next to his, the sound of children giggling-

He scrubs a hand down his embarrassed face. Calm down, Choso! You step inside, fingertips grazing the door like you’ve done it a million times, and take in the interior. At least, Choso thinks you’re taking in the interior, because now you’re turning around and looking at him so intensely he thinks his knees are susceptible to buckle.

“C’mere, cowboy.”

And, like the good, obedient boy he is, Choso obeys.

Lets you whirl him around until his back is to the wall, until he can see your deft fingers unbuttoning the blouse of your dress, revealing the skin he’s been desperate for; until you’re planting a hand on his thumping chest and shoving him back onto his couch.

Choso is painfully, terribly, embarrassingly hard. He’s tenting through his jeans, and his cheeks are red with embarrassment; palms come to rest on the curve of your thighs below your dress, now planted firmly either side of his hips.

“Are you- oh.” Choso gulps, because you start to move; you start to rock back and forth, hips grinding down fluidly against his- he swears he can feel how wet you are through your cotton underwear, and he has a brief and perverted thought about how they’d smell pressed up against his face.

“C’mon, Cho, don’t go shy now.” You mutter, lips trailing down his throat.

“M’sorry, I’m jus-ah! Jus’…” he clears his throat awkwardly, “sensitive.” He finishes meekly. You grin, and Choso can feel the line of it spread across his neck. He shudders.

Almost cums in his pants, actually, when the fabric of his jeans catches your clit jusssssst right and then you’re throwing your head back in bliss, hips blindly rutting on him.

He’s not quite sure what to do; a hand comes up to steady your waist, fingerprints branding ovals into the loosening fabric, and the other lies across his face like if he can’t see you you won’t be able to see how much he’s falling apart.

Unfortunately for Choso, you absolutely can.

And, even worse for him, he’s about to cum from it.

He isn’t sure if it’s the humiliation or the very fact that it’s you, but his cock twitches once- twice- and the denim lining of his jeans is ruined with sticky white sap.

“…Choso,” you breathe, “did you just-“

He groans and buries his face into yours, lips meeting lips with a feral cadence that has you reeling, teeth clashing and moans being ripped from your throat everytime he cascades a wave of saliva down your neck.

His tongue dips, past your collarbone and sternum, to your tits. They’re spilling ungracefully from your blouse, pushed together oh so deliciously and Choso can’t help but encircle a budding nipple with his warm mouth.

You gasp and shudder, hips resuming their stumbling rhythm onto his bulge. His breath stutters, and you yank his head back to kiss him.

Choso watches, hazy with pleasure, as you lift yourself up to unbutton his jeans and belt with a soft clink of metal. And then, soft palms are curling wonderfully around his thick cock and he bucks up into your touch.

There’s no respite, no brief period where Choso can collect his bearings; you smile down at him sweetly, plump lips twitching, and slowly feed your weeping pussy every inch of him.

The effect is instantaneous; the noises are downright pornographic and it makes you blush- your sweet, pretty cunt is just wrapped around Choso oh so perfectly, tits brushing his gaping face, and his flushed cockhead dribbles out wisps of milky precum against your cervix.

“Ohhhh, s’good.” He mumbles, mouth ajar around your breast, “so good, can I m-move- oh.”

You’re already ahead of him, hips starting to rock sloppily back and forth, back and forth. There’s a ring of creamy white building at the base of his throbbing cock already, dribbling over his pelvis, and he resists the urge to swipe a finger through it and suck depravedly.

Instead, he decides he’s not that far gone yet (or maybe he is) and resigns himself to simply gripping at your curves for support as you ride him so thoroughly he thinks he’ll cry.

In fact, he thinks he is crying- salty tears spring up daintily at the corners of his crinkled eyes, and you flutter around him so incredibly cutely he has to bury himself in your tits again for reprieve.

His hat rustles, and a glowing, devilish little idea pops into your cockdrunk head. Carefully, inconspicuously, you pluck the accessory from his hair and plant it on top of yours.

Choso notices, notices the way your tits rise into him and then fall back, and when his eyes land on the sight of you above him, he gapes.

“Oh, oh-“ he crackles, “s-suits you, sweetheart.” You laugh. He crumbles.

You look gorgeous. Your hips stirring, hair falling in lazy fashion over your bared shoulders and marked up neck. “Does it? Hmm. M-maybe I should get my own, or maybe…” you lick a malicious, lilliputian stripe up his neck. “I’ll just keep this one, yeah?”

He goes to answer, and you clench around him- he bucks and gasps; he’s completely at your mercy, reduced to a blubbering mess on your cunt. You just snicker.

Choso cums first- hard, jittering out rope upon rope of pearly white spray that varnishes your pussy. He grips blindly at your waist, your face, presses his lips to yours and then reels backwards for air.

“Oh, Cho- y’so good, keep going, please!”

And Choso Kamo is not one to ignore a request. Even if it has him crying out in overstimulation, overworked cock twitching pathetically inside your cunt. But as much as it hurts, as much as his vision is blurring with tears as he bawls quietly into the safety of your shoulder, he can’t stop.

Won’t stop, until you’re gasping and pushing away, “Ch-Choso, you can-oh!- you can stop now, slow down-“ he can’t do anything but mewl and pull you flush against his chest, slick splashing out onto the couch.

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The next day, you wake up with sticky thighs and aching muscles. Early morning sun seeps into the room you ended up in, painting Choso’s ruined bedsheets rich shades of vivacious clementine.

A very warm, very content Choso is nuzzled into your chest like he belongs there, his bicep slung protectively around your much smaller body. His hair is loose, and it tickles your skin cozily. You’d be the picture of domesticity, if it wasn’t for the fact you’re both naked. And the cum leaking from your ruined pussy, but that’s a problem for later.

“Morning, sweetheart.” You whisper, brushing soft fingers through brown hair.

“Mornin’.” Comes the muffled response into your chest.

You smile.

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a/n: EEEEEEEKKKK COWBOY CHOSOOOO!! I’m so glad you all enjoyed the shortened version, so I thought I’d give you the full one :D

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revolvingsaturn

.ೃ࿔*:･ Cowboy Choso, and the girl from the bar who gives him more than he bargained for.

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Cowboy!Choso, who’s so awkward the first time he meets you, dips his hat politely and tries desperately hard to look away from the cleavage peeking out from your pretty dress.

Cowboy!Choso, who watches with half lidded eyes from the bar as you spin around in your layered skirts, fabric whirling in perfect sync with your tapping boots to the fiddle in the background.

Cowboy!Choso, who joins you on the floor the week after, twirls you around with a laugh; who picks you up by your waist with firm hands and stronger arms that have you flushing.

Cowboy!Choso, who you thank appreciatively for the evening and lean up to benignantly kiss his cheek with soft lips and attentive ears that catch him whine under his breath. He doesn’t even realise he did.

Cowboy!Choso, who thanks you again for the dance and very respectfully tips the brim of his hat down- who, decidedly not very respectfully, has to sneak off somewhere quiet to moan into his hand while his other erratically pumps his cock to the mere memory of your mouth.

Cowboy!Choso, who accidentally cums all over his boots and can’t even be mad about it- you were just so pretty, soft, squeezing his hand as he twirled you around and completely unaware of what the brief glimpse down your dress did to him.

Cowboy!Choso, who inelegantly saunters up to you at the bar the following weekend-after one (or several) shots of cheap whiskey for courage- and bluntly asks you “you, uh.. you wanna get out of here?”

Cowboy!Choso, who feels an unfamiliarly sharp pang deep in his chest when you look back at him on the way out of the bar, hair messed by the warm wind and skirts flowing in the breeze like something sent just for him to see.

Cowboy!Choso, who didn’t think you’d be so immediately enamoured with his shabby ranch; he watches you walk up the pebbled path, sandy boots kicking up puffs of dirt as you go. The evening sun catches your eyes just right; he thinks they’re sparkling and beautiful and his heart hurts.

Cowboy!Choso, who quickly realises you weren’t just excited about the ranch when you shove him with one hand down onto his couch, straddle him with the warm thighs he’s been dreaming about- being forced to dig his short nails into your hips, lest he buck up.

Cowboy!Choso, who moans frenziedly into your collarbone, slips the cotton of your dress down your front to expose your tits; who buries his face in them indulgently, yearningly, and ignores the breathless laugh that comes from your mouth.

Cowboy!Choso, who also ignores the way he immediately twitches in his jeans when you start to breathily say his name, grind your hips lovingly across his bulge.

Cowboy!Choso, who lets you ride him stupid right there on the couch. He mouths mindlessly at your satiny flesh, groaning with long dark hair coming undone from his two buns, plastering to his face; who ruts into you on instinct, the sounds of skin on skin echoing around the room.

Cowboy!Choso, who gapes up at your smugly smiling face when you slowly reach above him to place his hat onto your head; who then promptly cums, messily thrusting up into your cunt, when you grin lopsidedly down at him like he isn’t stretching you out from the inside.

Cowboy!Choso, who doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you, and spends the rest of the night- and a little into the next day, too- fucking you on every available surface until he can’t do anything but rut senselessly into your now leaking pussy with loud, broken moans and “thank you”s.

Cowboy!Choso, who wakes you the next morning with a gentle forehead kiss and watches the sun bleed clementine into the room over your messy hair, face pressed into his chest, then dozes off again with his bulky arms wrapped snugly around you.

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a/n: how would you guys feel about me turning this into a fully fledged fic..? (Update- find it here)

for @f33bs <3

tonycries

Imposter Syndrome - C.K.

Synopsis. 8010—DOKI-DOKI-GF: Are you a complete n’ utter nerd that just can’t seem to find a girlfriend? Have you lied to your family and told them that you’re seeing someone (when you really aren’t)? Do you need to save face at the next family dinner before your uncle makes fun of you until the end of time? Well, call our hotline NOW to access Tokyo’s #1 rent-a-girlfriend service! Choso Kamo, unfortunately, is all of the above.

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!rentaI girIfriend!reader, nerd!Choso Itadori family shenanigans, meeting the family, fake dating, UncIe Kuna is MEAN, they’re onto you…, getting kicked out of restaurants, Iove hotels, vírgin!Choso, first times (his), PÚSSYDRÚNK CHOSO, making him crawI, oraI (f + m), fíngering, spítting, bíting, p taIking, scientific taIk HAHA, commands (from you), créaming his pants, making him cúm earIy, multiple o’s (him), MAJOR overstím, pánty-sníffing, ríding, making him whímper, making him cry, somewhat gágging (him), teaching him, creampíes, sIight cùmfIation, implied marathon, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 12.0k

A/N. HEHEHEH-

“—I’m so happy you’ve found your person, Cho…” Itadori Jin coos- tearing up.

“P-papa, people are staring.” Choso huffs, spooning the syrupy-sweet cherries on his sundae over to Yuji’s.

“I know, I know.” Jin bats a hand, not-so-discreetly dabbing underneath his eyes using his sweater. “It’s just- your uncle and I were getting so worried, y’know?” He gestures at his younger twin brother next to him—looking comically buff in that pretty pink ice cream parlor seat. Jin had chosen this place. “And although we didn’t lose hope-”

“Who’s we?” Sukuna snorts.

“I uh…well.” Jin adjusts his glasses and looks over at Itadori Wasuke - currently scooping out his own cherries to flick into the neighboring table’s cups when they weren’t looking. “Father and I didn’t lose-”

“I did.” Wasuke looks squarely at his oldest grandson, “No offense, kid- but I bet ¥400 that you’d die alone.”

Sukuna nods seriously, “I bet ¥20,000.”

To which you’re finally…reaching over to intertwine your fingers with Choso’s.

…Choso drops his cherries.

evfers

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠.

𓊆ྀི𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.𓊇ྀི ⋮ 𓊆ྀི𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𓊇ྀི

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dryhumping, grinding, pet names, is this still explicit? Idk.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: realized I can do short drabbles too

His kisses are soft and slow, never hurried or in a rush, when he has somewhere to be he’ll give you a quick kiss. Unless he has you to himself he’ll keep you on edge. In his lap, holding your hips rubbing them in a soft slow rhythm. He stares down at you and you look up at him. There’s a comfortable silence between you two. Until you see something in his eyes change. The glimmer of desire pooling in his pupils. He wants a kiss.

He didn’t say it but you can tell by the way he’s looking at you. His breathing became slower and relaxed, he blinks and parts his lips. You mirror him and close your eyes. His lips press onto yours softly, you turn your head to the side and he leans his head to the other. Lightly nipping at your bottom lip, the tip of his tongue teasing and rubbing against yours. He grips on your hips and guides them to slowly grind against him, “mmh..” his lips vibrating softly. He slips his tongue past your lips and massages yours as your hips grind up and down.

Pulling you deeper into this slow dance. He’s so smitten with you. Your slow grinding against his hardening length puffing up your clit so easily, sending chill down your back. You pull back to gasp quietly feeling him on your most sensitive parts. It’s really a gift to gave this man under you. “Yeah?” He softly giggles enjoying your reaction. He pulls you back in for another kiss, now he’s swallowing your tongue in his mouth. Soft moans and hard breathing becoming louder and more noisy—needier for each-other. “Angel..” he breaks the kiss and humps into your hips under you—grabbing and making you grind harder. “Sugu..” the feeling was entirely just too much. You wrap your arms around him and go faster and he lets out the prettiest moan throwing his head back exposing his neck.

Your body starts shaking and your panties get soaked, he moans again and looks down at your panties. “Aaahh!” He moans whiny. And you both feel your orgasms knocking closely. But as you both gasped for air you squirt and he cums right with you. Your bodies trembling. He pulls you close and heavy breathes through it all. Whispering how much he loves you. “I love you too..” you breathe back in. “Mmh..” he moans tiredly and you hum in contentment. His heart beating fast against your ear. Chest warm. He always takes care of you.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: hai

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ꉂ (′̤ॢ∀ ू‵̤๑))ˉ̞̭♡ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @cuntphoric-main @zukobendsme @cuntphoric @nonamedreams @lilithkleia @levisfatjuicycock @sapph22 @manonism @insanjity @cypresseddd @stqrgumi @lemonzie @angelicwhispersofsin @sugusplaything @dearkuna @izuruverse @serpenttine @daflex @animewhoreswrld

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evfers

𝜗ৎ 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔… ࣪ ִֶָ†.

𓊆ྀི𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.𓊇ྀི ⋮ 𓊆ྀི𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𓊇ྀི

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: clit pumping….and I mean extreme pumping, heavy teasing, mind breaking…, clit play, overstimulation, sobbing , altered state, subspace, crying kink, nurturing kink… oh my..

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: I may have let my mind run wild again..

He isn’t the type to tease so heavily, but every once in a while he’ll tease you just to see you even more flustered.

With your clit being sucked into the toy, him memorizing the size, shape and girth of your clit, he made it very sure to point out everything that’s changed it since you started. Even the color morphing. He’ll look at you then start the little game he likes to win in his mind. How can he help himself when your reactions are just too cute?

“Cute little thing not so little no more huh?”

You swallow and know what’s coming, when he decides he wants to be like this you just accept it in your brain because you know he’ll break it anyways. You cant contain your reactions and he can’t contain himself from wanting to ruin your body with just his tongue alone. Hes still soft of course…but that doesn’t mean that he wont be a little mean about it.

He’ll squeeze the tube if you don’t answer properly. Right on your clit. And if you dare cry he’ll just keep going and edge you—not purposefully but just stop when he sees your face scrunch up and softly coo at how his girl is just so fucking sensitive that all she can do is make the neediest noises when her clit is just so bulging and big that even little breaths of air just makes her mind go blank, numb and dumb. He’s never called you depraved for being into it but he’ll call it depraved, not you.

“Such a depraved thing..”

But even if he did..would you even care? Your mind is in a deep hole that you can’t seem to get out of because he just keeps you buried with no air to breathe. Until your heavy breathing…until your panting…until your crying…until your sobbing.

“It’s such a precious thing.” His voice is so soothing to your ears. Coaxing you further into the constant worship. “Such a beautiful thing to be loved.” Such emotion full of devotion, adoration and adherence. Because in his eyes your body is truly a work of art. He can’t stand it when you bad mouth your gorgeous body. He’ll inch it into your mind and permanently dent it there. It’s beautiful and terrifying. Someone breaking down everything..just to see you like this, so open with your vulnerability…but right now your vulnerability is in between his fingers and loving stares.

“Bu-“ just when you were about to whine about how you didn’t deserve this, he takes off the pump and rubs the fat needy thing softly rubbing it through his middle fingers and wetting them with your slick juices from all that pumping. “I love it so much, how this needy attention demanding clit needs my love, hmmm..I love the way it bulges in my hands.” He leans in softly smirking and whispers seductively. “Only my big aching clit to show love too, allll minnnne.” Your body already shaking and pulling onto him to ground your body from having to explode.

Broken cries and fat tears falling down your face, something about him directly telling you that your sensitive clit is all his made you feel like you just had to accept it, his love, his devotion and all his desires. Worshipping you, and your body, no matter what part and no matter how it looks to you in your eyes. He’ll praise you like you’ve saved him.

“I-I..” your body trembles more.

“I know baby. Let it out honey. Here, I’ll help.”

His hand rubs against you harder and his pace moves faster on your clit. You sob out and burst into tears and cum. It was a sight to see for his eyes only. No one else. Not a single soul.

And he treasures that.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: still with me..?

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domwitch2

Monster boy x human woman where the males have complex courting rituals to prove their worthiness to potential partners. He starts nesting, building a soft, inviting cocoon for her when she visits. He hunts larger and fiercer prey to prove he can feed her. He fluffs up his fur and grooms himself to make sure he looks his best for her. When she comes over, he flops onto his back and exposes his tummy to show his submission and let her mount him, but she pats his belly instead, which leaves him frustrated. He's never met a woman who doesn't immediately takes what she wants, so why isn't she taking him??? He's trying sooo hard to show that he's fertile and willing, and she's clearly into him given the way she flushes when he purrs in her lap, so why isn't she mounting him already????

domwitch2

Bonus points if the monsters have sexual dimorphism where the females are bigger and stronger than the males, but males are still much larger than humans. He thinks the reason his human gf isn't taking charge is bc of his size, so he makes sure to crouch down or flop onto the ground so he's face-to-face or below her, in hopes she'll get the message. This just leads her to think he wants to cuddle. She's more than happy to scritch his belly and under his chin until she notices that he's been rock hard the whole time.

evfers

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠.

𓊆ྀི𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.𓊇ྀི ⋮ 𓊆ྀི𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𓊇ྀི

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dryhumping, grinding, pet names, is this still explicit? Idk.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: realized I can do short drabbles too

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: hai

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frizzychicken

Batgirl and her Bat-horse

lilithkleia

TOO HOT TO HANDLE :: JJK !

dividers :: @/cafekitsune . art :: @/thatsallitchief @/actuallyvalerie .

:: “10 gorgeous sexed up singles are now trapped in paradise—and the world’s favourite cockblocker lana lili is back! Baiting them was easy, with a fake hot, sexy dating show, but are they ready for a cone shaped surprise? And these sex starved singles have no clue that this little cone is keeping track of their every little move.” :: Lilith K.

:: “This is Too Hot To Handle.You must abstain from sexual practices for the entirety of your stay. No kissing. No heavy petting. And no sex of any kind. This also applies to self gratification. The prize fund has been increased $200,000. Welcome to your long, hard, sexless summer.” :: Lili.

:: “And this season lana lili isn’t here to play.” :: Lilith K.

Meet the singles! And uh oh—they all seem to want…you?!

s. gojo :: 24 . model . mr. steal your girl .

“I think I’m a 10/10—a killer smile, abs for days, and with a smile like this, who could resist me?”

synopsis :: tba …

r. sukuna :: 26 . boxer . international playboy .

“I’m not worried about the competition at all.”

synopsis :: tba …

f. toji :: 25 . athletic trainer . professional manwhore .

“I take whatever I can get. And I’m here to win.”

synopsis :: tba …

will there be anyone else who catches your eye?

taglist :: @violasepals @sailormarsinanotherlife @j1hxxn @kwatzaya @dongh9e @deartokki @renjiluvrr @bunbun812 @jiyuspassion @suganoms @purplehairedfairyxx @tchmiya @tokkushin @delicate004 @ejk31 open !

i’m so excited for this eek >< & tysm to @xxvendettaxx @satorusdreamer @suganoms for helping me with this c: !! @yoonsucks @yorikae here u guys gooo

solrin

We tried to warn you about the "adult content" bans. Now Kickstarter is starting that shit

problematic-faves-appreciation

"It must have serious value!"

Staight up sounds like obscenity law/Miller Test-type crap.

asaflowerblossoms

"Fetishized imagery intended to arouse" well it's a good thing oppressed and vulnerable communities are never fetishized.

homomenhommes

Enrique Toribio - Veiled

notvil

vivi what if dada man (izuku) is showing pictures of you to his friends and Doesn’t scroll past the lewd ones when say … kirishima.. is the one looking

head in hands .. okay wait look lili wait just -

an: fem!reader. izuku calls your cunt your 'princess parts' (mostly to embarrass you), drinking, sharing nudes. 1.2k.

"this is last week. she was so excited to see the giraffes. look at that smile."

izuku's words come out a little jumbled because his grin is so wide, but you understand him fine. you sat down next to him thinking he was just killing time with kirishima, maybe about to head out, but that wasn't it at all. the second he spotted you, he turned his phone your way—there you were, at the zoo.

now you're half in his lap while he walks you through every picture he's taken of you this month.

"oh, cute," kirishima says, and your nose tingles. your eyes meet his over izuku, and you hide your face when he wiggles a finger at you. "yeah, you. you're a cute little thing, aren't you."

kirishima is. . . well, your eyes find him more and more, and you're not too proud to admit you were excited to come over just from seeing him next to your boyfriend, all snuggled up and relaxed. it's cute, and makes you think about—

he winks while you stare, and you take it in, hold onto it, can't help yourself.

izuku is still scrolling but he feels you squirm. he glances at your face long enough to read it and smiles. you know that smile. . .

uh-oh.

"she is."

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