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[sweetreverii]

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I write occasionally, whenever inspiration hits.

[pommegf]

sights on the southwest coastal path, Cornwall.

[sweetreverii]

You use artificial intelligence. I use real intelligence. We are not the same.

[hashirahottakes]

18+ MDNI | NSFW – GIYUU TOMIOKA

Thinking about GIYUU who'd have you chest to chest, your useless legs thrown over his shoulders, him pressing you down into the bed as his cock rams into your cunt with slow, messy thrusts as his hips stutter.

He's panting into your ear like a dog in heat, both of you acting like you're two bunnies going at for hours. How many times did he cum inside you already? Four–? No, five times maybe? His cum is dripping out of your already filled pussy, making a huge mess on the now cum-stained sheets. His cock twitches inside of your cunt, and he whimpers oh-so-prettily against your ear.

He'd have his face buried in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips like he's afraid he'll float away if he did. His pants are getting louder and heavier, hotness hitting your skin. Whimpers leaving his pretty plump lips, moaning into your skin.

He plants kisses under your ear, rutting into your messy pussy like he'll die if he stays still for too long. Biting at your earlobe, nipping and kissing around your ear as he makes the prettiest sounds imaginable.

"Hahh~ ngh‐ agh! Darli–ing! Hngh, please, please, please, just—just one more, okay?"

His teeth graze the space below your ear, and you swear that the same moment Giyuu gripped your thighs and pushed them up your chest, he had lost himself completely in pleasure.

The fat head of his cock hit your cervix repeatedly, and when he finally shot his sticky load into your sensitive cunt, his deep blue eyes rolled back and he let out the prettiest, filthiest moan known to mankind.

Save to say, you two went for another round when his cum didn't want to stay inside you.

© 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ²⁰²⁵

do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way.

[yayee-prsp]

Strong..

[danieatssoap]

The Zuko fics suddenly flooding in after the movie has me like

KEEP IT UP YALL I HAVE ALL DAY

[sadisticslut666]

Zuko loves fuckin’ you in a mating press

You’re on round four—no, five?—and you’ve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says it’s been almost three hours since you’d argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, “Let’s see how long you can keep up with me, princess.”

Turns out? Not as long as him.

Zuko’s still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweat’s dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.

His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. “Fuuuck, Z-Zuko—hnngh—slow down—ahh!” You’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.

Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like it’s trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everything’s so wet—your slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.

He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. “Aww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussy’s so wet.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. “Look at you… all fucked out and still taking me so well. That’s my girl.”

You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. “I can’t—nghh—I’m gonna—again—!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?” He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. “Fuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

He keeps going—switching positions whenever you think you’re about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like it’s nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and Zuko’s finally starting to sound a little worn himself.

His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. “See? Told—you—we’d—have—fun.” as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. “How about round six after a quick nap?”

You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. “Zuko, no.”

“C’mon princess? What’s one more?”

a/n: sorry for acting insane about my dadaman i stayed up late to write this omf m gonna b so dead for work tmrw but its ok cus whew I been WAITIN FOR THIS ONE like ZUKO ZADDYYY omfg I love u so much CUS WE FUCKIN FOR HOURSSS

[iidilio]

Time to cheer up!

Synopsis... While on vacation at Ember Island, your two best friends discover that you struggle with low self-esteem, and decide to cheer you up in the best way.

Pairing: Sokka x reader x Zuko

Warnings: Smut MDNI; FEM!Reader; threesome; size kink grrr; cervíx kíssing; p in v; pet names, swéaring; matíng presses; multiple positions; oral (m & f receiving), kissing both Zuko and Sokka; If you squint, the characters have a crush on the reader; dirty talk; fingering pssy; unprotected s; tummy bulges; creampiess; hEADLOCKS; hair pulling; squirting. —this is for the girls, the bi and their wifes (reader).

[ 🌸 ] brrr--my spirit animal is Toph because she also fall in love with the hot guy

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You shifted slightly with a soft hum, letting the warm sand sink beneath your feet. The murmur of the ocean was calm, steady—like it was accompanying the light conversation you were sharing with Zuko. Sitting on your towel, facing the quiet horizon, you could hear Aang and Katara laughing somewhere in the distance, probably chasing Momo through the waves.

Toph, meanwhile, was sprawled out on the sand with her arms and legs stretched wide, like a carefree starfish. You wondered, not without a hint of envy, if she had already fallen asleep. She probably had—the girl was calm, solid as a rock.

Zuko was sitting beside you.

It was… strange seeing him like this.

You had always known him tense, carrying the weight of being the Fire Lord even in the simplest moments. But now, with the breeze brushing through his dark hair and his expression relaxed, he seemed like someone entirely different.

“It’s a beautiful place, Zuko… thank you,” you murmured softly.

Your gaze lingered on his hands for a second too long—large, steady hands moving with unexpected gentleness as he brushed a few dark strands away from his face.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied with a small smile.

His golden eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something there. Something warm. Soft.

Your heart skipped.

You probably imagined it… right?

Yeah. That had to be it.

You were about to say something—anything to fill the silence that suddenly felt too aware—but Sokka appeared out of nowhere, returning from the bar with three drinks in hand.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much… although that would be flattering,” he said, winking at you dramatically.

The joke was terrible.

And precisely because of that, you couldn’t help the smile slipping out.

His hand trembled slightly as he handed you your drink.

“Here you go,” he added before turning to Zuko. “And this one’s yours. Hope you go completely wild tonight.”

Zuko blinked, visibly confused, unsure how to respond.

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh.

Their dynamic… never stopped being ridiculously entertaining.

…

You remained seated on the towel, drink in hand, watching the waves roll in and out… but not really seeing them.

Something inside you had dimmed.

Maybe it was the way Katara looked so radiant under the sun—so beautiful, so confident. Even Toph, lying there without a care in the world, seemed more… secure. More comfortable in her own skin than you had ever felt.

You let out a quiet sigh.

“Are you okay?” Zuko’s voice came closer than you expected.

You turned your head slightly. He wasn’t relaxed anymore—he was watching you with that quiet attentiveness of his, the kind that always seemed to see more than you said.

“Yeah… just tired,” you lied, lowering your gaze to the drink in your hands.

A brief silence.

“That didn’t sound very convincing,” Sokka added nearby.

You huffed softly. “Didn’t know you were an expert in emotions now.”

“I am,” he shot back without hesitation. “Especially when someone’s making that face.”

“What face?”

“That ‘I’m fine’ face when you’re clearly not.”

You rolled your eyes, though without much energy to argue. You took a small sip, the bitterness of the alcohol warming your throat uncomfortably. Zuko, meanwhile, stayed quiet.

Instead, you felt his hand brush against yours—just barely, like he was testing whether you’d pull away.

You didn’t. You didn’t have the strength to.

“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly.

His tone was different. Softer. Closer.

Something in your chest tightened.

“I’m not pretending…”

“Yes, you are,” Sokka cut in, this time without his usual teasing tone. “And it’s weird, because you’re usually terrible at lying.”

You looked at him, ready to snap back—but the words didn’t come.

Because they were right.

You dropped your gaze again, that uncomfortable knot forming in your throat.

“It’s just that…” you started, but stopped.

What were you even going to say?

That you didn’t feel like enough. That even surrounded by them, part of you still felt out of place.

Ridiculous.

You shook your head. “Forget it.”

But this time, Zuko didn’t let you slip away so easily.

His hand moved, covering yours completely. His warmth contrasted with the cool ocean breeze.

“Look at me,” he said.

You hesitated.

But you did. And there it was again—that look.

“You’re not out of place here. You know that, right?”

You blinked, startled, something inside you wavering.

“Then why does it feel like it?” you murmured.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was… heavy.

Sokka sighed softly beside you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because your head is a terrible place to live sometimes. Trust me, I’ve got experience.”

That earned a small smile from you.

“But that doesn’t make it true,” he added, leaning closer.

Zuko didn’t look away. “If you could see yourself the way we see you…” he started, then trailed off.

“It’d be a lot harder for you to think like that,” Sokka finished with a half-smile.

Heat crept up your face. “You’re exaggerating…”

“No,” Zuko said firmly. His thumb brushed lightly against your skin—a small gesture, but enough to make you lose your train of thought. “We’re not.”

The air shifted.

Heavier. Closer.

Sokka rested an arm behind you, close enough for you to feel him without it being overwhelming. “Besides,” he added with a crooked smile, “if you weren’t amazing… why do you think we’re here with you instead of annoying someone else?”

A soft laugh escaped you—this time more genuine. “That proves nothing.”

“Of course it does,” he said. “I don’t share my time with just anyone.”

“Neither do I,” Zuko added, not breaking eye contact.

That didn’t sound like a joke.

…

You met Zuko through Sokka.

At first, it was… complicated. But slowly, you started to understand who he really was—beyond the rigid posture and intimidating stare, there was someone patient, restrained… deeply gentle.

And despite everything—the war, the title, the weight they both carried as friends of the Avatar—they still held onto something that completely disarmed you:

That simplicity. That way they were with you, like… you were enough.

Even if you still struggled to believe it.

And yet, here you were now between them, in the beautiful bedroom Zuko ordered to prepare so you could rest, except you wouldn’t do that tonight—you kiss Sokka while Zuko trailed wet kisses down your neck, his hands exploring your body with a certain hesitance while Sokka worked at the knots of your bikini.

You pulled away from Sokka just enough to breathe, but he chased your lips, trying to drag the kiss out longer. A soft kiss brushed your cheek before a hand gently turned your head—Zuko’s lips grazed the corner of your mouth before claiming you fully, while Sokka pressed kisses along your jaw.

The sudden air against your now bare skin, paired with Sokka’s firm grip on your ass, tore a moan from your throat—one Zuko swallowed with a low, approving sound.

His movements were slow at first, almost unsure, like he was learning you—until he found the right angle and kissed you properly. Deep. Consuming. His tongue dragging against yours in a way that made your breath hitch. It was hungry—devouring you like a man starved, leaving you breathless.

God… you were almost certain your collarbones and chest were flushed red from the relentless attention of Sokka’s mouth.

Zuko pulled back, breath uneven, eyes dark with desire—just like Sokka’s.

“Are you okay with continuing?” Sokka asked against your neck, then looked at you seriously.

Zuko pulled back slightly, waiting.

Waiting for your answer. And spirits—you felt so heard. So cared for.

They wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. They wouldn’t. You nodded first, flushed and breathless before managing, “Yeah… I’m sure.”

Sokka was the first to take control, guiding you onto the bed—and for a second, you wondered if all three of you would even fit, because for the first time you really noticed the difference in their builds.

Sokka was only a few centimeters taller than Zuko, a bit leaner, but his muscles were well-defined. Zuko, on the other hand, was broader—his sturdier frame sometimes made him seem taller than he actually was.

And then there was you—between them, feeling smaller.

You sat slowly on the soft mattress, your gaze flicking from Sokka to Zuko, their eyes dark as they took you in. You could feel the slick heat between your thighs, your arousal already soaking your folds and inner thighs.

Your hands trembled—just slightly—as you reached for the waistband of their shorts, pushing them down slowly.

Zuko wouldn’t admit it out loud, but this was the first time anyone had ever sucked him off.

He watched you carefully while Sokka settled behind you, his cock already hard, right in front of your face.

Your eyes lingered on Zuko first.

His cock was… intimidating. Thick, veined, the head flushed with need, a few drops of pre-cum already sliding down the length of him.

Sokka’s, in contrast, was prettier—slightly curved, slimmer—but something told you he’d still make you cry.

You felt him behind you, brushing against your entrance. For a moment, you thought he’d push into your wet cunt—but he didn’t. Not yet.

Your hand, steadier now, wrapped around Zuko’s cock, moving slowly, timidly at first, stroking up and down—trying not to miss a single inch.

Zuko—usually so composed—struggled to keep his breathing steady.

Then he felt your mouth.

Warm. Wet. Wrapping around him.

Spirits… your lips stretched around him, and you were sure the corners of your mouth would ache later.

You tried to focus, but Sokka’s hands roaming your body made it impossible. His fingers dragged along your skin before pinching your nipples lightly, his lips leaving wet kisses along your neck.

A moan slipped out of you—vibrating around Zuko’s cock—and he let out a low groan in response.

Sokka’s fingers slid lower, almost playfully, finding the wet heat between your thighs.

He didn’t hesitate.

His fingers circled your clit slowly, teasing, drawing it out—making sure your orgasm stayed just out of reach.

Your muffled moans pressed against Zuko, your lips wrapped around him.

“Look at her… so wet. Such a dirty girl,” Sokka murmured hoarsely against your ear.

Then his arm slipped around your neck—not tight, but firm enough to guide you—keeping you right where he wanted you, still sucking Zuko’s cock.

Your half-lidded eyes lifted to Zuko, and you could see it—his control slipping, the tension in his jaw as he tried to hold himself together.

Your saliva dripped down your chin, making a mess of you.

A pretty mess.

You sucked him a few more times before pulling back for air, your tongue dragging slowly along his length, licking up the saliva that had gathered there.

Then you turned toward Sokka—your gaze hungry.

Yeah.

You were completely worked up. His fingers left your heat only long enough to lay you back on the bed.

He followed immediately, a crooked smile on his lips. For a brief second, warmth bloomed in your chest—something soft you couldn’t quite place—but it vanished the moment you felt lips press against your soaked folds.

Zuko.

A curse slipped from your mouth before it turned into a moan against Sokka’s lips, because he was already kissing you again while Zuko’s large hands spread your legs wider.

Your hand—no longer shy—slid into Zuko’s dark hair, guiding him, pressing him closer as he kissed your clit.

Something he was more than willing to keep doing.

Sokka’s hands covered your breasts, kneading your flesh like he couldn’t get enough. His mouth left yours just long enough to kiss your nipples before he straightened slightly, bringing his cock closer to your lips.

His fingers tightened in your hair. You didn’t hesitate. You took him into your mouth while Zuko ate you out.

You weren’t going to last.

Not when Zuko’s fingers slid inside you, searching for the right rhythm to push you closer to the edge. Sokka wasn’t far behind either—the way his grip on your hair tightened, the way he fucked your mouth—you were a fucking sight.

“That’s it… come for us.”

You whimpered as your climax crashed into you, your senses overwhelmed.

Sokka cursed under his breath before pulling away, spilling across your face.

You were too dazed to even process the feeling of his cum on your skin, though you vaguely registered him yelping, apologizing as he scrambled for something to clean you.

Zuko looked up at you from between your thighs, a little awkward, a little concerned—but there was something warm in his gaze that made your cunt clench again.

Sokka came back with a cloth, gently wiping your face. “You okay?”

You nodded weakly, letting out a breath. “Yeah… that felt good.” You wanted to keep going.

Spirits, you really did. Who knew if these two incredibly attractive men would ever fuck you again? Zuko helped you stand up, then turned you around so your back faced him and—

You yelped when he suddenly lifted you, your legs spreading instinctively as his strong arms held you up. You were completely exposed in front of Sokka—your flushed, swollen clit on full display. You were a show. You felt the tip of Zuko’s cock press against your entrance, making you gasp. “Relax,” he murmured against your ear.

You tried.

You really did.

Because when he pushed inside, it felt like he might split you in half—but it felt so good. Your wet cunt swallowed him whole. He gave you a moment to adjust before starting to move—slow at first, each thrust deeper than the last. Your body stretched around him, adjusting, taking more and more.

The angle—

God, the angle—

He was so deep, hitting your cervix with every thrust, making your mouth fall open, drool slipping past your lips. You couldn’t stop the moan that tore from your throat when he shifted slightly and—

There.

Your G-spot.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better—

Sokka leaned in and started licking your clit. Your toes curled tightly, your whole body shaking from the overwhelming sensations crashing into you. You sobbed as you came hard, your body giving in completely—your release spilling out, soaking Sokka’s face. You squirt right in his face.

“Look at you… shameless. Getting him all messy too… is that payback?” Zuko murmured against your neck, amusement in his voice. You flushed harder—but before you could even try to apologize—

Sokka licked you clean. Completely.

Melting you all over again. “Did that make you clench? Fuck… such a dirty girl,” Zuko’s voice was strained now—he was close. Sokka’s hand slid over your stomach, pressing lightly, appreciating the bulge of Zuko inside you. You hadn’t even noticed it before. Spirits—it was too much. You weren’t going to last—

“I think she’s gonna come again… cute little thing,” Sokka murmured, kissing your stomach. Your vision went white as you came again, and Zuko followed right after, spilling inside you.

You felt dizzy, your breathing uneven as you tried to steady yourself. It had been a lot—but you weren’t complaining.

It felt too good. Zuko lowered you slowly, pulling out of you before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, letting Sokka catch you.

“That… was amazing,” you managed, breathless.

Sokka smirked. “Guess that means you want to keep going?”

“You’d be guessing right,” you replied weakly.

He pushed you until your back touched the bed, he put your legs up against your chest, your knees almost brushing your breasts, letting your legs rest comfortably on his shoulders as he slid back inside your still-sensitive cunt with ease.

He cursed. “Don’t think I’m gonna last… not after that show you put on earlier,” he groaned, kissing your neck, his hands gripping your chest, playing with your nipples until you whimpered as he start moving inside you—going deeper and deeper.

You weren’t going to last either.

The sounds of skin slapping, your soft cries—it all echoed in the room. You couldn’t focus on anything else. You were drunk on him. You trembled, pathetic, as you came again, tightening around him.

“Fuck… you’re so pretty. Look at you,” Sokka groaned, barely holding on before he finally came deep inside you.

You gasped when he pulled out, collapsing beside you. You didn’t need a mirror to know how wrecked you looked.

Zuko returned just then, holding a couple of damp cloths, already dressed in underwear—you hadn’t even noticed when he left.

“Did you bring one for me—” Sokka didn’t get to finish before Zuko tossed a cloth at his face, making him yelp indignantly.

That made you laugh softly, even if your body ached.

You tried to sit up, but Zuko stopped you, gently starting to clean you himself so tenderly.

And that—that made your stomach flutter.

Oh.

[kill3ill]

18+

esteemed prince zuko has a thing for cramming his cock inside you to the absolute hilt, so much so that his balls are squished against your ass and there's absolutely no more room for him to fit inside you even if he could, then rubs the swollen, heavy head of his cock against your womb, watching as each time he ruts his hips forward, a little indent forms in your tummy.

sometimes, he won't even thrust anymore, just keeps his cock inside you so you're forced to feel each of the dull throbs his cock gives and the veins lining his cock squished against your tender walls, while rolling his hips so your poor womb and his big tip kiss, as he likes to call it.

his favorite part is how your walls cling to him as he does it, how your pussy sucks him in and is firmly adamant in keeping him in place, especially when he just thrusts as is, no pulling back, just bucking his hips to force his cock deeper, deeper, deeper. even though there's no more space.

and when he does pull back a little, agonizingly slow and only halfway, he watches as your folds cling onto him, muscles wrapped tightly around his cock and tugging him back for more when he tries to move. he can't bear to move any more than halfway before he's thrustinng back in even slower than when he was pulling out, letting you feel every single inch stretching you out before he repeats that motion again and again until both of you cum. and afterwards, too. he won't stop until your poor pussy is overflowing with his load and leaking rivulets onto his sheets.

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[sadisticslut666]

Zuko knows how to eat pussy

cw: explicit, squirting, riding Zuko’s face.

“Zuko—fuck—” you gasp, grabbing the headboard for balance as his tongue immediately drags a thick, wet stripe through your folds. He’s so fucking pussy drunk, eyes fluttering shut as his nose presses right against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out in messy strokes.

You look down between your legs and the sight nearly ruins you—Zuko’s face shiny with your slick, cheeks flushed dark, hair a complete wreck from how hard you’re gripping it. His golden eyes crack open just enough to lock onto yours and he moans louder when he catches you staring.

“Ride my face,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in, tongue flattening to lap broad strokes through your folds. “C’mon, princess—use me. Ride me.”

Your hips start rolling on their own, grinding down against his tongue as he sucks and licks. “Zuko—right there—fuck—” You whine as you start riding him harder, smothering him with your soaked pussy.

His hands slide up to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down even tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles right against your clit, the words vibrating through you. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, flicking his tongue fast and sloppy while you rock against his face. “Taste so fucking good… keep going, just like that.”

You’re practically bouncing on his tongue now, hips rolling in sloppy circles while he laps at you. You’re riding his face with zero shame now, “Zuko—I’m—fuck, I’m close—” you whimper, one hand fisting tighter in his hair while the other braces against the headboard.

Your juices are everywhere, coating his cheeks, his tongue, while his hands spread your ass wider, one thick finger teasing your tight little hole. Your thighs clamp around his head as you grind down one last time, gushing all over his tongue and chin.

“Fuck, princess,” he rasps when you finally slump forward, giving your slit one last soft kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand but it doesn’t do much. “C’mere I wanna watch you ride my cock.”

You stare down at him, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. Your fingers are still tangled in his messy hair before lowering yourself onto his hard thick girth and begin to bounce.

There was one thing you did want to know though…and that was, “So Zuko, where’d you learn how to eat pussy like that?”

Yeah, there was no way he was gonna be able to talk himself outta this one.

a/n: I don’t have any explanation for my ferality

[slvttyplums]

nerdjo being your favorite fuck ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ request by: anon <3

satoru has always been envious of you despite him being smarter than you.

watching you walk around campus completely ignoring him just to talk to groupies pissed him the fuck off. 

he wants acknowledgment, yet he will never ask or walk up to you and speak because, to him, you’re still beneath him.

lucky for him, it all came crashing down on his lap when you got him confused for his brother and ended up fucking him at a party.

the next day when you realized you were confused and very annoyed that he didn't even think of telling you he wasn’t his brother, but he did it on purpose. 

he's been eyeing you all semester, jerking himself off to the thought of you letting him take you over his desk.

flipping up your skirt and fucking you while you praise him pathetically, telling him how much smarter he is than you and how you’re just a slut made to get fucked by him.

though it didn't happen the first time he fucked you, like in his disgusting imagination, it started a few times after. 

his hand on the back of your head, pushing your face into the mattress while he fucks you, his other hand gripping your hip hard, his grip brutal, slamming his hips into your ass hard, watching the way it jiggles. 

your screams sinking into the mattress, his dick hitting your sweet spots with ease, making sure to roll his hips so he can watch you tremble almost falling from position. 

“keep your fucking hips up.” 

still slamming into you while your body slowly starts to fall out of the arch, making him smack your ass repeatedly, pushing your head harder into the mattress.

“p…please! i can’t breathe.”

he only keeps going, pushing even deeper just to hear you whine more… you love it, you love it so much. 

satoru fucks you like no one else; he gets you going. he's the only one who can have your body cramping and trembling from the ongoing orgasms he gives you. 

crumbling in his grip, your body can’t keep up.

the goal wasn't to hurt you, having you scream in pain and cry, but instead to cry from all the pleasure he was giving you because it made you his, forcing your hips to stay up while he fucks you until he's tired and you're limp like a ragdoll.

you gave him exactly what he wanted, and that’s fucking you and making you latch onto how good he does it, crawling back to him every time.

[quwuluv-deactivated20260419]

satoru loves to overstim the both of you while you fuck <3

gojo satoru was a menace, in bed. the body of a god, endurance like you've never seen before, well endowed beyond need.

perhaps thats why he's managed to ruin you every time he headlocks you in pronebone.

“please— wanna to feel you, feel you deeper. you’re so tight around me, haah... fuck— milking me dry,” he gasps between moans, dick pulsing wildly.

his balled tapped against your clit, hot breath grazing your ears as he pants against you.

“toru—“ you whined. “please... stop— i... i can't!”

“yes you can,” he coaxed though his own voice was hoarse, his body weight pressed against you, making it impossible to squirm away. “please. jus’ a little more. wanna stuff you full of my cum baby.. please?”

you don’t know how many times you’ve cum. five? ten? more? you lost count after the third time. everything’s wet, flushed, throbbing. his cock is still aching inside you, twitching like it hasn’t already ruined you, like he hasn't ruined himself on the taste of your cunt.

all that let your mouth was a pathetic moan. he slowly pulled out of you, and your hips bucked back, trying to meet him again. the he hucked his hips forwards, again. once. twice. three times. rubbing against that spot inside of you that turned your brain to mush.

"atta girl... taking me so well— fuck—" satoru was almost whimpering now, his free arm snaking around you. he shoved you into an obscene arch, so that the curve of your ass squished back on him. his fingers snaked down to your clit, rubbing figure eights on the peaked nub.

every inch of him was stuffed inside of you, pressing deep, deep inside of you until you saw stars. all his weight was on you in a suffocating, yet dizzying way, caging you in until every thought was only him, and even then, those turned to mush.

all you could think about was that shnap! shnap! shnap! with every thrust of his.

satoru was feeling everything too. the tightening of your thighs, the squeeze of your cunt fluttering around him; slowly it was becoming too much for him too. he didn't stop though, he kept rubbing, hitting every spot inside of you, so deep you couldn't even moan anymore, all you could do was drool helplessly on his bicep.

the band in your stomach threatened to snap, as you slapped helplessly at his bicep to no avail. your nails dug into his skin, and he moaned.

"pretty girl... lets cum together— o-okay...? ah— fuck— squeezing me so tight," his voice was hoarse in your ear, that specfic inntonation that made the band snap in your stomach.

satoru fucked you through the spasming of your fluttering cunt, his own hips stuttering along with your orgasm. his eyes fluttered, and he collapsed against you, panting.

"one more... please?"

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── .✦ asking bestfriend!gojo for sex advice (wc - 1.6k)

your best friend satoru gojo is the worst person to ask for dating advice. but he's also the only one you trust with this. your first real date in forever is tonight, and you're panicking in his apartment, pacing in a slinky dress that suddenly feels too much.

"satoru," you blurt, cheeks burning. "i... haven't kissed anyone in years. like, properly. what if i suck at it? can you... help? just show me how? so i don't embarrass myself?"

he lounges on the couch, all long limbs and smirking blue eyes, blindfold pushed up like a headband. "you? suck at kissing?" he laughs, but his gaze drops to your lips, lingering. "i don't think so. but sure. c'mere."

you straddle his lap hesitantly, heart hammering. his hands settle light on your hips, casual. "relax. start slow. like this." he cups your jaw, tilting your face down. his lips brush yours—soft, teasing. then firmer, parting them with his tongue. it's electric. he tastes like mint and sugar, licking into your mouth lazy and deep, showing you the rhythm. "see? follow me. good girl, just like that."

you melt into it, kissing back, hands fisting his shirt. his grip tightens. "y-yeah... tilt your head more. open wider. fuck, you're a quick learner." his voice roughens, breath hot against your lips. the kiss turns hungry, his teeth nipping your bottom lip. you whimper, grinding down instinctively, feeling him harden beneath you.

he groans, pulling back just enough to stare, eyes dark. "wait. that's not... you're supposed to save this for the date."

"i know, but—"

satoru pulls back, eyes wide, breath ragged. his hands freeze on your hips, but he doesn't let go. you're still straddling him, lips swollen from kissing, core throbbing from the accidental grind. he glances down at where you're pressed together, his sweats tented obviously. "you trying to kill me here? one second you're asking for kissing tips, next you're... fuck." he shifts, cock twitching under you, and you both hiss.

"sorry! i didn't mean—" you start to scramble off, mortified, but his grip tightens, keeping you in place.

"no, stay." his voice drops, thumb stroking your thigh. blue eyes lock on yours, intense. "just... breathe. okay? dates aren't all tongue and humping. gotta build it up. foreplay. that's what you're missing." he smirks, but it's strained, like he's holding himself back. "lemme show you. properly."

"foreplay?" you echo, pulse racing.

"yeah. like this." his hand slides up your bare thigh under the dress, slow, giving you time to stop him. fingertips ghost over your skin, raising goosebumps. "start light. make him want it." he cups your ass gently, squeezing once. "feel that?"

you nod, biting your lip as heat pools low. he leans in, kissing your neck—soft, open-mouthed, tongue flicking your pulse. "the neck's sensitive. suck here, not too hard." he demonstrates, drawing a moan from you. his free hand trails up your back, fingers dancing along your spine. "and touch him everywhere. not just the obvious spots."

"t-toru..." your hands find his chest, exploring like he said. firm muscle under soft shirt. he shudders when you brush a nipple.

"see? good. now lower." his palm flattens over your stomach, dipping between your legs—but not inside. just presses against your panties, rubbing slow circles over the fabric. "shit… you're soaked already." you're rocking into his hand without thinking. he groans low. "fuck, yeah. perfect."

"i-is this... how you'd do it?" you whisper, hazy.

he stills, eyes darkening. "for you? yeah. but slower. i'd take my time." his finger hooks the edge of your panties, sliding it aside, but pauses. "show me what you learned. touch me."

your hand wraps around his cock under his boxers— pulsing in your grip. you stroke slow like he showed you, thumb swiping the pre-cum beading at the tip and spreading it down. he hisses, hips jerking. "fuck, yeah. just— t-twist a little at the top. shit— jus' like that..."

he rewards you by sliding that finger inside, shallow, then curling. your walls flutter around it. "you like that? feel how full you'd be?" he adds a second, scissoring gentle, thumb on your clit. you moan into his mouth, strokes faltering.

"d-don't stop," he murmurs, nipping your lip. "keep going. imagine it's his cock you're working."

the thought sours something in him. his thrusts his fingers deeper, harder. "or mine. fuck—mine feels better, right?"

"satoru—"

"the couch is too small for this." he pulls his fingers free suddenly, making you whine at the loss. he stands, lifting you with him as if you weigh nothing, 

your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. his grip is firm as he carries you to the bedroom, the moonlight from the window casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. he lays you down gently, the dress bunching around your hips, his eyes devouring you—swollen lips, flushed skin, the desperate rise and fall of your chest. 

"you're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmurs, voice thick with want, his blindfold still pushed up, those piercing blue eyes locked on yours. "all worked up, wet for me. and it's me, not him, you're thinking about right now, isn't it?"

he doesn't wait for an answer, his hands shoving his sweats down just enough to free his cock, thick and heavy, already dripping. he strokes himself once, twice, smearing the pre-cum over the head, and you can't look away. "jealousy's a nasty thing, huh?" he says, climbing over you, his weight settling between your thighs. "thinking about you with someone else, some other guy touching you... it makes me want to make sure you forget anyone else's name." 

he hooks a finger under your panties, tearing them aside with a sharp rip of fabric, exposing you to the cool air. "no more practice. no more saving it for the date. this is happening now."

he lines himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance, already slick from his fingers and your own arousal. "tell me you want this," he murmurs, his breath hot on your neck. "tell me you want me, not him." he pushes in slowly, just the tip, stretching you open, and you gasp, your hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in. 

"s'toru, yesyesyes— p-please, i want you, only you!!—" the words spill out, desperate and true, and he groans, slamming the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt in one rough thrust. 

"fuuck— s-s'tight, so perfect for me, baby. you're doin' great," he groans, his voice a low rasp against your ear, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. you whimper, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he holds himself still inside you, the fullness overwhelming, stretching you to the limit. 

"a-aaahn... satoru... i-it's too much...!" you gasp, your head falling back against the pillow, your body trembling around his cock. he doesn't move at first, just stays buried deep, letting you feel every inch of him, his hips grinding in a slow circle, pressing against your clit with friction. 

"you'll take what i give you." he pants, his lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and minty. "this is what you asked for, right?"

"y-yes..." you moan, your voice breaking as he grinds harder, the sensation building a deep ache in your core. "oh god—" he pulls back almost all the way, the drag of his cock making you whimper at the loss, the wet slide of him leaving you empty for a heartbeat, then thrusts back in, harder this time, the bed frame creaking under the force. 

"yeah, take it. take all of me. atta girl," his hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you down to meet each thrust. you cry out, a sharp "ahh!" escaping your lips as he hits that spot deep inside, your walls clenching around him reflexively. "god, you're clenching already... greedy little thing."

he drives into you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. "mmph... toru!! h-harder— please— i-i need—" you beg, your hands sliding down his back, nails scraping lightly. 

"you were so worried about kissing," he taunts, his voice rough with effort, his thrusts never slowing. "look at you now. such a slut, fucked stupid on my cock." 

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounds into you, and you clench around him, your orgasm building fast, a tight coil in your belly. he leans down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue plunging deep, mimicking the rhythm of his hips. you moan into his mouth, your body arching up against him, desperate for more. 

"you taste so sweet," he murmurs against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak. "but i need you to cancel that date. right now. take out your phone and text him. tell him you're sick, you're busy, i don't give a fuck—just— shit— cancel it." his thrusts punctuate each word, driving the point home, and you gasp, your mind hazy with pleasure. 

"satoru... i can't... i'm—ahh!" you cry out as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, his fingers tightening on your clit. 

"you can and you will," he insists, his voice dropping to a possessive grunt. "you're not going anywhere tonight. you're staying here with me, letting me fuck you until you forget your own name. now text him."

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[munchable14]

ladies...ladies....one at a time...

[owwllly]

gentlmen higuruma and nanami

[kill3ill]

your fuck buddy is annoyingly sweet. (18+)

when higuruma had asked you, the gorgeous stranger he'd been ogling for weeks, on a date, he'd been prepared for a rejection, but it had hurt nonetheless. still, he'd been willing to accept your offer of a more casual relationship, as you'd explained dryly that you had other commitments to attend to, and you couldn't prioritize him if you were pursuing a serious relationship. sex was better than nothing to him, was his reasoning, and gosh, his first time fucking you had been a dream.

the two of you were perfectly in sync. higuruma somehow found all your weak spots in one night, made you cum on his tongue and fingers in record time, and sheathed himself inside your warm, slick hole straight after.

you were so wet, twitching and sensitive that it was no secret how much you were enjoying yourself. worse, he made the two of you do it in missionary and held your hands the whole time, so he got to see every bit of your face screwed up in pleasure as his obscenely big cock filled you up.

the idiot didn't even realize how big he was, for fucks sake. freakishly huge, and even your wetness, which had been seeping down the insides of your thighs, hadn't helped much. he had to coax the whole thing in inch by inch, and the whole time he'd been blubbering about how tight you were. it was his fault, not yours. his fault for having such a weirdly big dick.

but once higuruma was sheathed comfortably inside you, you took him perfectly. you milked him with your plush walls until he finished in the condom he was using, and that had been the night he'd come more than he'd ever had before.

after that night, he knew you were made for him. and though you were only sexual partners for now, he knew he was planning to make you his in due time.

which is why he takes his time with you the next time you meet up to fuck.

and he won't shut up.

you're splayed in higuruma's bed, one of his puffy pillows pushed into your face to hide your expression and stifle your embarrassingly loud moans as he pumps his thick, dexterous fingers into your puffy cunt.

"sweetheart, um... are you alright?" he just about croons down at you, curling the two fingers he has in you to push down on your gummy walls and drag the pads back and forth. "you're being so quiet down there... do you not like it?" he spreads you open a little more with his free hand, fingers pumping in and out of you maddeningly slow.

you're biting down on the pillow so hard you're worried it'll tear, eyes rolling back. he's so good at this, annoyingly so. he twists his long fingers back and forth experimentally, seeing if you'll react more to that. you let out a little muffled whimper, clenching your teeth harder to keep your noise to an absolute minimum. you'd hate to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made you even half as amazing as you feel right now.

your eyes burn with tears of pleasure as your first orgasm of the night hits you. he lets out a little gasp, seeing your body quiver as pearlescent juices leak down his wrist and the back of your legs. "already?" he asks curiously. he's not even trying to mock you, he's being sincere. he's surprised he made you came that fast. "i didn't even get my third finger yet."

your face is hot. burning, actually, and you're quivering like a virgin as the shocks of your orgasm remain coursing through your body. "s-shut up." you choke out. "just keep going. i'm fine."

he pauses. at this point, he really wants to see your face so he can get a better read on how you're doing, but he knows you won't listen to him if he tries. "alright..." he says softly, rubbing your swollen folds that are now dripping with your release. "i'm gonna do a third finger now."

"or you could just put your cock in." you snap back, your heart pounding so loud it echoes in your ears. you can barely hear the sound of your own voice. he shakes his head and stuffs in a third finger to join the other two. you jolt, eyes flying open as he starts to finger you again. "can't yet." he says. "i don't wanna hurt you." the digits curl and press down on your puffy and slick inner walls.

when he finds spots that make you twitch and let out muffled moans, he focuses his attention there, continuously rubbing and pushing the pads of his fingers against the weakest spots inside you to try and and wring another orgasm out of you.

he would keep going, because he loves when he makes you cum so much, but by now, his dick is ready to burst out of his pants, pushing uncomfortably against his zipper and giving a dull throb any time you so much as shift your hips closer to him. he doesn’t want to cum in his pants and disappoint you, so he decides to put an end to the teasing and fuck you for real.

you obviously don’t know his plan yet because your face is still buried in the pillow, but you lift your head when you hear him rifle around for a condom and slip it on his cock. you look back and see how angry and flushed the tip looks, dripping thick precum down his shaft and coating the inside of the condom. he does have such a pretty, big cock. you would tell him if he wasn't so strange.

“hurry up.” you spit impatiently, to which he obeys like a well trained dog. he knows by now it’s best to just do what you say and not fight back or you’ll have a tantrum, scream at him, or even leave. he doesn’t want that. he nods quickly, fixing his hands around your hips, and pulling you up gently before aligning his dick with your drooling hole. “it‘s gonna be a big stretch at first.” he whispers to you reassuringly as if you hadn’t had sex with him before.

“i looked into this stuff. i don’t wanna go too fast and hurt you. that’s why i took so long fingering you.” higuruma swallows and continues to stumble over his words. “im just… on the bigger side, and you’re really tight-”

you cut him off before he can say anything else. he’s so patronizing and he doesn’t even mean to be. so what if it’s a tight fit? you already know, for fucks sake! why does he have to insist on babying you and being so fucking dramatic about everything?

sick of his incessant chatter, you reach back and push his dick inside you on your own, immediately regretting your rash decision as the thick stretch immediately hits you, your pussy struggling to accommodate his size. you fall forward once more as he winces, holding back from finishing in the condom already. “fu-fuck, i told you to wait.” he groans, pushing your hands down because he doesn’t trust you to behave anymore.

he pushes his dick in further, your walls sucking him in deeper helping him fill you up more. he throws his head back and groans, hands digging roughly into your hips. the feeling of your pussy around him, though slightly obstructed by the condom, is indescribable. the only thing that would make this better is having you on your back so he can see your pretty face all screwed up with pleasure, and getting rid of that condom.

he finally bottoms out, heavy balls coming in contact with your ass and pushing into the crevice while his tip shoves into your cervix. you let out a squeal, hands flying back to try and push him back so you don't tear around his big cock, but your pussy has already adapted for him, even if you're not aware of it yet.

you dump your body forward once more, and he braces his hands on either side of your head, trying to catch your eyes. "why are you hiding?" he pants, starting a rhythm once more. pushing forward on his palms, he somehow wedges his cock deeper in you, and you shudder, little rivulets of slick leaking out around his cock and slipping out of the condom, into you.

he grunts at the way you clench around him with each roll of his hips as he grinds his mushroom tip into your womb. "i want to see you," he pants out, followed by a choked gasp of your name as your walls milk his cock. you squeeze even more when he drags his cock over your sweet spot, letting out little muffled whines into the pillow.

it frustrates higuruma deeply that he can't hear or see you because you insist on smushing your face into the silk pillowcase. it's just to spite him since you know how much he likes all your reactions. and he just likes you. he wants to see your pretty face and know if he's fucking you right, but you just won't let him.

gently, he grabs a fistful of your hair and lifts your head as he pulls out of you, pushing back inside you deliberately slow with his eyes fixed on your face so he can see the way your face contorts with pleasure. "you're so pretty," he says, mesmerized, as he continues fucking you, making sure he bottoms out with every thrust as his balls slap into your ass.

you're not even coherent anymore, at this point. your head is spinning and foggy with the amount of pleasure he's inflicting on you, your back arching as he tugs your hair and makes you look into his deep, dark eyes each time he drags his tip over that sensitive spot inside you.

"higuruma, i can't- it's too much..."

"no such thing as too much where I'm concerned," he says, changing the position again to wrap his arm around your throat, bicep pushing up on your chin to keep your head tilted up. no way for you to hide now. he pushes his body onto yours, fucking you in prone with his length dragging through your walls so slow that you can nearly feel the veins twisting along his cock. if only that stupid condom wasn't on. "you can take everything i give you."

"t-take fuck- t-take off the condom, then." you plead, letting out a moan as he pulls back and stretches you out again torturously slow. he pauses, seeing the pleading look in your tear filled eyes, and stops to consider for a moment. but every thought leaves his head the moment your eyes roll back and drool drips down your chin and onto his arm as he stops inside you again, his cock pulsing hotly inside you and putting pressure on your insides.

higuruma pulls out slowly with a wet pop, fisting his cock and pulling off the slick condom and tossing it haphazardly somewhere onto the bed, then pushes back into you raw. "gosh. is that better?" his voice comes out strangled as he fucks you raw. the loss of the condom is immediately apparent. higuruma's cock feels even bigger as it slides in and out of your slick pussy, your juices mixing together and forming a creamy ring around the base of his thick cock, soaking the neat patch of hair on his pelvis.

"y-yeah, better,"

he pushes his chest to your back, grinding his cock into you. he's not even thrusting properly at this point, and with his way his cock is throbbing inside you and leaking steadily, you know he's ready to cum. you know you're close too, but you won't allow yourself to cum while he's looking into your eyes. when you try to look away though, he just tightens his arm around your neck, panting down in your face. "look at me. we're going to cum together, you understand?"

your brain whirls as he starts to fill you up, and you can't hold back anymore, squeezing around him and soaking his cock with your juices while he fills you up with his load, hot cum coating and sticking to your walls.

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[sweetreverii]

a threesome with fratjo and frat boy eren

Warning: 18+

a/n: i saw a fratjo x frat boy eren fanart on tt by mochikuyo and got inspired (artist ate downn, give them some love). so read this with that in mind lmao.

“My turn, sweet thing,” Satoru coos as he gently grabs your hips, situating himself between your thighs while Eren shifts so that your back is propped against his chest. “Can you cream my cock how you creamed his?” Satoru lilts in your ear.

You nod dazedly, still high from your previous orgasm. You didn't even know how you got here. “I need words, sweetheart,” Satoru commands gently, his hand coming up to grasp your chin, making you look at him. A breathy yes was all you could muster. "She can take more," Eren chuckles as he presses a kiss against your temple.

Satoru chuckled and pressed a kiss to your swollen lips. He grabs his throbbing dick, dragging the fat head against your wet slit. You shiver as his tip catches against your swollen clit before Satoru slides it back down and pushes it into your entrance.

You hiss and let out a whimper at the sensation of his dick sliding in. You were still sensitive, and the way Satoru stretched you out had your hands gripping his biceps tightly. His brows furrow in pleasure as he lets out a moan. “I know, sweet thing, I know,” Satoru groans. “I know it’s big. Just breathe,” he says before pulling out at the tip and slamming into you. “Oh fuck!” You cried out, digging your dull nails even further into his skin. Satoru groans at the sensation of your nails and your walls fluttering around his cock. It’s making his head spin. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to come on the spot.

Eren smirks at Satoru's face. He wants to make a snide remark, but he holds back. His hands are busy kneading one of your tits and pinching your nipples. He leans in closely, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Look at him, baby," he rasps. "You're about to make him come." Satoru grits his teeth, desperately trying to think of anything else just so that he wouldn't come in the next two or three thrusts.

Eren then trails a hand slowly down your stomach, pausing just at your pussy, before his fingers find your swollen clit. You mewl and jolt in response, your walls tightening. "Fuck!" Satoru rasps. "You're doing that on purpose," he growls at Eren. Eren just lets out a laugh that almost sounds cocky. "I'm not doing anything," he replies. "Just trying to make our girl feel good."

You begin to squirm between the two men, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger. Your skin is tingling, your breath quickens, and you squeeze your eye shut. "Mmh, she's 'bout to come," Eren growls, his fingers working at your clit with consistent circles.

Satoru's thrusts turn sloppy, his moans growing louder. "Come on, it, sweetheart," he pants. "Hear that, baby?" Eren hums in your ear. "He wants your cum." You let out a wanton moan, your orgasm fast approaching. The way Satoru's cock and Eren's fingers worked your pussy almost made you feel lightheaded. Like you couldn't breathe. "Yes, sweet thing, you're almost there!" Satoru moans, sounding a little more desperate this time. "Want it dripping down my balls," he whispers. Just then, your body locks, your orgasm hitting you like a train. It's blinding hot. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your hands desperately grabbing at anything they can. Your hand grasps Eren's thigh while your other arm intertwines with his burly one, locking at the elbow. Your head is thrown back against his chest as you let out a silent scream.

Satoru moans with each wave of his orgasm, his hot cum releasing in spurts inside you. He thrusts once, then twice, before slowly pulling out. It is when you come back to your senses that you feel Eren's throbbing erection pressed against your back. "My turn," he murmurs against your ear.