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imagine grace, between your legs, lithe arms wrapped around your thighs as she eats you like you’re her last meal. “that’s a good girl,” you say breathlessly, running a hand through her blonde locks. you’re propped up on one elbow to watch grace continue her ravenous assault on your cunt. she looks so pretty, you think to yourself. you have always thought grace was the prettiest thing that you’ve laid your eyes upon.
“mpfh,” grace moans against your sopping cunt. you bite your lip, stifling out a moan as you stroke her hair once again. “you’re gonna make me cum so hard, pretty girl,” you hiss out, hips bumping against her face. you gasp as your feel grace’s lips suction to your clit and two of her fingers gently prod at your sodden entrance. “gracie!” you gasp, throwing your head back. the blonde between your legs doesn’t wait to build a set, steady pace like she usually does, opting to fuck her fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace.
grace is noisy as she devours your pussy - slurping, whining, and moaning as if she’s the one getting finger fucked into oblivion. “f, fuck,” you say shakily, breathlessly laughing as you take note of how loud she’s being. “my noisy girl, j-just can’t get enough, can you?” you croon, to which grace hums against you. she’s hitting every single goddamn sweet spot inside of your cunt, fingers occasionally curling up to crudely caress that spongey spot at the anterior wall of your cunt. you keen, eyes rolling back into the pit of your skull.
she can tell you’re close by the way your walls are tightening around her fingers, the way your moans are getting louder and louder - her fingers are working double time as she curls them and increases her pace tenfold, tongue flicking against your sensitive clit even faster than it was before. “oh fuck,” you wince, “oh god, baby, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard, oh fuck, yeah, just like that,” you babble, both hands now clutched on both sides of her head, hands buried in her hair to keep her in place, as if she were actually going anywhere. “that’s my good fucking girl, oh y- fuck!!” you yelp, letting out a downright pornographic moan as the string holding together your pleasure inevitably snaps, sending a white hot feeling throughout your entire body.
grace moans against your clit as she feels you cumming around her fingers. she detaches from your clit with a wet ‘pop!’ and pulls her fingers out of your cunt at the same time, sliding out with a sinfully slick noise. she immediately moves to rest her head against your thigh as soon as your hands pull back from her hair. she gives you a moment to collect yourself after the mind blowing orgasm she gave you before asking, “did i do a good job?” to which you softly laugh at. “yes, sweetheart. you did such a good job.” your response elicits a soft whine from grace. she knows she always does a good job, but nothing feels better to her than being praised by you.
ughhh she's so cute i need to collar and leash her </3
ive been playing re9 recently n i can't take it anymore i have GOT to write some problematic age gap! leon kennedy fics!!!!!! i need that daddy so baddddd
fucking both atsumu and osamu to find out if their cocks are identical too....
try it with me. ( seishiro nagi ) 1.7k
nsfw/mdni. fem reader. FAUXCEST/stepcest kink (not actually stepsiblings). talking about porn. handjobs. calling each other brother/sister. size kink (because nagi is BIG). not proofread.
ive had this idea since august of last year and finally had enough nagi thoughts to finish it ! this is purely self indulgent bc i want to do this with him and i think he would think stepbro stuckage porn is hot.
It's a little embarrassing, his cheeks tinging with that pretty pink that only you seem to bring out, heat flushing his face, but he can't ever say no to you. He still dips his head down though, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
"Well?" The corners of your lips curl up into a teasing smile, voice taking on that saccharine drip that means trouble. "Are you going to answer me, Seishiro?"
"Do I have to?" He groans, the exhale of breath hot even through the fabric of your shirt.
Modulo Yuji keeps the hoodie ON!! - mdni 18+
sorry guys it's canon // drabble // modulo!yuji x fem!reader // literally purely smut // what can I say mappa had me feeling a certain way w/ .5 seconds of yuji on screen // this has restored my joy and whimsy // yuji has a thing for his hoodie // yuji wears hoodie entire time // no use of y/n // yuji whimpers bc all my men whimperrrr // I'd let yuji rail me- oh shit that's not a cw
part 1 , part 2
notes: guyssss u dont understandddd also there will be a part 2 and yes it's u wearing Yuji's hoodie, u r welcome guys <33
Yuji's hips snap forward, driving his cock deep in your tight little cunt as his hoodie brushes against your back with every small movement.
"Fuck baby, she's taking me s'good." He groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place.
Your body reacts on its own, pressing your ass flush against him, needing him so deep that he bottoms out, stuffing your pussy impossibly full.
A hand slips off your hip, tugging at the hem of his hoodie as he raises it to get a better view of your pretty pussy wrapped around him.
"Christ, she's so beautiful," he murmurs, pupils blown wide as his cock twitches at the sight, nearly cumming from the sight alone—hell, it's taking everything in him to not bust in you.
"Mhnnnn…" you stifle a moan into the sheets, your hand slipping to your neglected clit, rubbing messy circles as your walls clench around him. "Need to c-cum s'bad, Y-yuu!"
Your voice comes out in broken sobs, the heat pulling low in your stomach building, until it comes crashing over you. Your legs shaking as his hand drops to your hip, steadying you as he fucks you through your orgasm, watching you become a slutty mess under him—your makeup running down your face, your hair sprawled out on his bed, everything about it has balls growing unbearably tight as he turns into a pathetic mess, whimpering uncontrollably. His hips buck forward, cock burying so deep his tip kisses your puffy, swollen cervix, before painting your fluttering walls with his pearly white cum.
"O-oh sh-shit–" He shudders, both hands going to his hoodie, lifting it as he pulls out, watching his cum drip from your little hole.
His thumb brushes over your folds, rubbing his cum over your pussy.
"God baby, look at you." He rasps, "Next time, though… you're wearing this." His eyes flick down to his hoodie, "wanna stuff her full while you're wearing it."
Any reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated <333
divider creds @/uzmacchiato + @/cafekitsune
she twitched 😩
dabura dabura dabura dabura burrrrrrrrrrrr
losing my mind over him good heavens
sukuna is for the non-binaries if you think about it
i wanna write a fucked up caleb fic but i already got torn a new one for my yuji and inumaki fics so i cant imagine the reaction and hate but at the same time its calling to me...
modulo yuji who wears stained wife beaters daily, his muscles stretching the fabric to its limits.
modulo yuji who's apartment has been a mess long since his best friends died; the spiders who inhabit his ceiling corners watching his every move.
modulo yuji who's depressed and worn down. his eye bags growing more prominent than the scars sukuna left him.
modulo yuji who goes out to the bars after a long day of sleeping in to people watch. one of the only luxuries he still allows himself.
modulo yuji who sees you with your friends, tipsy on something bubbly and smiling wildly. looking just like his old sensei.
modulo yuji who doesn't dare introduce himself; deciding decades ago that he doesn't belong in the world.
modulo yuji who leaves the bar long before he has the opportunity to watch you leave him.
i love perverts. i love being a pervert... cmon bae let's go be perverts together
thinking thinking thinking...
imagine leon's surprise when he rescues you from an umbrella test facility but you don't show any symptoms of a known virus. you're not physically sick or injured and you seem to be of your own mind. the samples they were giving you seemed to be completely ineffective.
except, they weren't testing for what leon assumed. they're conducting research on a type of aphrodisiac, one that can transfer quickly and infect others once it takes root in your nervous system. a new way for bioweapons to spread around the masses.
and you are patient zero.
YESSS GODDDDDDDDDDD
⭑ 𝒻riends ¹⁸⁺
Yuji invited you over to his house to hang out, something you often did since you lived so close together.
It started raining as it got dark, and you decided to stay since he asked.
"You can stay here and sleep, you know."
And so you did. You weren't in a hurry to go home; you were cozy, snuggled up to your nose in Yuji's blankets. You were enveloped in his scent, his bed, and his presence beside you.
When you both got hungry, Yuji had nothing to offer you except to go to the store to buy some ramen and drinks—yours was always apple. You agreed and put on one of his sweaters, and he bundled up too.
The rain didn't stop, and you both returned home soaked, not to mention that Yuji tripped and pulled you down with him, leaving your backsides and asses completely drenched.
You both laughed. You got home and took separate showers. Yuji lent you his clothes, the smallest ones. He helped you dry your hair, and when you went back to bed after eating, everything felt incredibly intimate.
Why did you want to hug him? Why did your chest feel so full? Something that always happened when you were with him. Something that always happened to him when he was with you.
"My hair smells just like yours," you said, standing face to face with him, the blanket pulled up to your nose again.
"Why genius?" You laughed, but in the few seconds of silence, you could hear the rain falling, tapping against the window next to Yuji's bed. You saw him very little, just a warm desk lamp on. You gave it to him for his birthday.
"Because some idiot fell in a puddle, dragged me with him, and I had to shower for the second time today."
"Oh, what a silly boy. But that boy bought you your favorite chocolates to make it up to him, or so I heard." And you're still smiling under the covers, it shows in your eyes.
"Really?"
"Really." He affirms, dragging his hand to the nightstand and then handing you a box of your favorite chocolates.
"Forgiven." You put the chocolates down beside you and hug him, a long hug that he returns, as if it were just some kind of excuse, as if you were going to fall asleep like this.
A horrible clap of thunder echoes and you jump slightly, so Yuji pulls away and laughs at you.
"Don't laugh! You scared me, I swear I felt it on my back. Did you see how it flashed?"
"Yes, I saw it. We can switch places if you want." But his hand hasn't completely left you; it's still on your waist, his fingers tracing random patterns on his shirt.
"I like the side with the wall."
"I know." And silence returns, and you snuggle closer to him. Thunder rumbles occasionally, but it's quieter now.
"Did you know there are ghosts in my house?" Yuji asks, his tone serious. You don't answer.
"Oh, really?" He nods.
"Especially on rainy days. It appears upstairs and—" He doesn't finish explaining when thunder crashes, making you let out a scream—not very loud, but it scares him too.
Then you both laugh, and you playfully punch him in the side.
"You're such a dork, I hate you." You pull the blanket over yourself completely, and he follows suit, hiding underneath it as well.
"I didn't do anything."
"It's not funny."
"Then don't laugh."
"Just go to sleep." You order, moving closer to him. You bury your face in his neck, your nose brushing against his jaw, caressing it.
Yuji puts his arms around you, one around your waist and the other stroking your hair. Your heart pounds, and you hear his doing the same.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, inhaling his scent, your lips slightly parted, so close to touching his skin.
"I love you." It takes your breath away. You lift your head as if you're going to look at him, though you can't, since you're in the dark under the covers. You know he sees you too; you feel each other's breath on your faces.
"Yeah, me too."
It's not a declaration. You love each other because you're best friends. You've said it like three times in all these years, and even though each time you feel your breath catch in your throat, this time it feels different.
You could joke around, you could hit him, you could do something. But you don't. You don't break the moment. You just feel his forehead slowly fall against yours, his nose brushing against yours, and you're breathing very fast, your heart is pounding, your stomach feels butterflies fluttering inside.
Then it happens. You kiss him. You just press your lips to his. You don't move, he doesn't move, but your lips are together.
After a few seconds, his hand cups your cheek and he tilts his head. He kisses you, he kisses you deeply, truly. First a closed-lip kiss, pressing his lips against yours, then he moves them, opens his lips slightly, and captures yours again, and you follow after two similar movements.
You breathe through your nose and match his rhythm. You're kissing him, kissing him as if it were the last thing you'd ever do. He's in the same boat.
His hands move, gripping your hips, your waist, caressing up your sides, crumpling the fabric between his fingers.
Your hands roam over his shoulders, his neck, his hair, and when you apply just the right pressure with your fingers, tugging at his hair, he gasps, approving.
Your tongue slips into his mouth, and when it meets his, before your lips meet again, you gasp too, repeating the motion over and over. Sometimes slowly, sometimes mess, but it always feels good.
One of his hands unexpectedly finds your ass, squeezing it through the boxers he lent you to wear as shorts. You don't mind; on the contrary, you want it.
Your leg moves up to his hip, and before you know it, you're sitting on top of him, both legs straddling his hips, pressing against each other.
You breathe for a few moments away from each other's lips when you make that move, but then you kiss again, more passionately, desperate for contact.
You'd never felt this way with anyone else, but the way you felt the knot in your stomach, the heat in your chest, in your cheeks, was pretty good.
He starts caressing your ass again, both hands pressing you against him, and when you move you gasp, you feel him, hard against you. He just squeezes your ass tighter between his fingers, as if inviting you to do it again.
You do, you move against him, the thin fabric of his boxers getting wet because of you, since you're not wearing underwear underneath for obvious reasons.
Your mouth is slightly open when he leaves your lips and his kisses move to your cheek and then to your neck, sucking, finding spots that make you shudder and press yourself even tighter against him.
You keep moving, harder, pulling his hair, panting, feeling hot all over. He sighs each time you apply the right pressure, finding your hips with his, guiding your movements with his hands on your ass.
Then the first moan escapes your lips and he feels his cock move inside his pants.
“Yuji…” His name in a whisper.
“Fuck.” He murmurs, turning you over on the mattress. He pulls off his pants and spreads your legs, positioning himself between them.
He takes off your shirt. You’re not even under the covers anymore; he just tosses it aside and thinks he gets even harder when your breasts are revealed.
His cock hurt, and he only moves closer to you like a dog in heat. He captures your lips with his again, and his hands navigate to squeeze your breasts. So soft. Pinching your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You moan against his lips.
His kisses trail down to your breasts, taking them into his mouth, gently biting them. His tongue sends shivers through you, a pleasurable sensation that makes you arch toward him, opening your legs wider with the desire to be touched.
You didn't know you could feel all this. You were a virgin, but if you were going to do it with someone, it had to be him, Yuji, always him.
His hand slides down your abdomen, teasing the top of your boxers. He kisses your neck again, his mouth reaching your ear, whispering.
"Please." You know it, and you want it more than anything. You simply nod, finding his hand in yours, guiding it beneath your underwear.
He touches you, your lips wet, searching for the spots you love. Your hand still covers his, just a little; it's smaller.
Then he touches your clit. He knows you like it from the way you gasp, the way your breath catches in your throat. He moves his fingers there, rubs you, kisses you all over.
Then he unexpectedly slips a finger inside and curls it upward, as if he knows exactly what to do. You let out a sound; it drives him wild knowing you're for him.
He moves it, listens to your soft moans. Then he slips another finger inside and finds the right spots. You hold him close, arching your hips against his fingers.
"I love you," you say again, turning him on, fuck, every time. Then his fingers find the right place.
You let out a high moan, squeezing his shoulders in your hands. He knows. He moves his fingers again and again.
"Yuu, I'm going to..." He knows, he doesn't stop.
You drop your head onto the pillow, letting out all those sounds, arching your back off the mattress. Feeling the knot in your stomach loosen.
You come. You cum on his fingers, soaking his boxers, soaking his hand.
He pulls them out, licks them, and grips your waist in his hands before moving between your legs and rubbing against you.
He makes you moan, overstimulates you, and grunts too. He doesn't have a rhythm; he just rubs his cock against your clothed, wet pussy.
He buries his face in your neck when he comes and groans, and it's genuinely the most incredible sound you've ever heard from him.
You recover for a few minutes, then he collapses next to you, hugging you.
"Sorry." You shake your head.
"That was amazing." You hug him, kissing his head.
"Really? I don't have much experience, sorry if I did it wrong—"
"Yuji, you were amazing. I don't have any experience either, zero, but that felt good." You reassure him, your voice low and sweet, just for him.
"Ahh, I love you." He buries his face to your neck and leaves a kiss there. You smile, you really smile.
"Me too, Yuji, me too."
Maybe I'll do a part two, maybe :c
yuji, yuta, and megumi at the same damn time
knowing yuji is an ass guy has done a number on my brain. like i just know yuji loves to watch your butt jiggle during back shots. don't get me wrong, he also enjoys watching his pretty girlfriend's face contort as you come on his cock, but nothing could possibly beat smacking your ass as he sinks into you from behind🙂↕️