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ruined orgasm with crybaby choso… (18+)
maybe it’s punishment for cumming out of turn, or talking back, or you’re just feeling kinda evil.
he thinks it’s all peaches n’ cream; in his favorite place to be—under you—your supple thighs caging him in around his broad hips. the leaky, spongy head of his cock piercing your cervix over and over as you bounce on his thighs. heavy, taut balls slapping against your ass, whining and whimpering like a dumb mutt in your ear. it’s his heaven on earth.
besides the fact that you’ve been edging and toying with him for what felt like hours, how could he think you have any ill intentions when you’re holding his hand and talking to him so sweetly? your voice honey in his ears—“big cock’s stuffing me so good, cho. whose is it?”
“yours,” his declaration comes immediately, almost before you can get your sentence out. his voice is bordering on crazed, emotional. “yours.”
you hum curiously, pinning his hands to the headboard as you roll your hips, clenching around him so he can feel everything when you sliiide your cunt up his throbbing cock. “you sure, puppy? ‘s so greedy, twitching inside me. that’s all for me?”
“i promise, baby…” he swears, the conviction in his tone leaving no room for doubt, plump lips wobbling pathetically. “it was made to be inside your-ah, fuck—perfect pussy. hah, love it when you use your cock like this…”
your lips curve into a mean grin as you peer down at him. you lift his head, tearing his gaze from the spot where the two of you messily connect. his long lashes are wet and there’s tears lining his big, pretty eyes when you dig your thumbnails into his neck, grasping his jaw.
you keep your voice low, reserved just for his trained ears. “how’re you gonna prove it to me, hm?”
personality (dick) hire!toji who absolutely sucks at every job you give him…. 18+
lied, flirted, and guilt tripped his way into the cashier position at your cafe just to eat all the pastries and fuck up everyone’s lattes. when you write him up for taking a nap in the back while being the only person on shift, he pushes you up against the storage-room wall and finger-fucks you ‘till you forget about his little mishap. (“why learn the POS system when i’m already so good at this…?”)
miraculously—completely unrelated—the pink slip of paper is ripped up and littered into tiny pieces in the trashcan the next morning, because everyone makes mistakes, and you decide to just switch his position to cook instead. it should be simple enough—everything complex is made by you in advance, and you’d think a grown man could handle sandwiches and bagels, right?
wrong. you rush over when your security system informs you that the smoke alarm has been going off for 30 minutes, just to find the shop closed and the toaster oven left on to the highest setting, every piece of bread inside it burnt to a crisp. toji walks in a few minutes later, a grocery bag swinging from his large hand, a cupcake in the other, claiming that you “ran out of cream cheese” despite having an almost full inventory—and also, he got you your favorite! (using the company card, of course.)
for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, dumbfounded, and he must know how badly he fucked up because just as you open your mouth to complain, he’s swiping a chunk of frosting off the treat and smearing it over your lips. you turn your head defiantly and he’s grabbing your chin to hold it in place, (“c’mon open up…”) crowding into you and pressing his thick fingers onto your tongue. his smile is all sharp and cocky when you relent, sucking the sweet cream off the digits, your stare still full of annoyance.
“my turn,” is all he says before he’s lifting you onto the counter, hiking your legs up and stuffing his face with your pussy.
“knew you’d taste better than the shit you serve here.”
(and… you don’t know whether to take offense to that or not.)
the final straw—really, there should’ve been so many final straws—is when he finds a way to screw up the last position you can find for him: cleaning and maintenance. what’d he do specifically? you’re… unsure now. it’s hard to think about anything coherently when you’re bent over your tiny desk, toji’s fat cock bullying its way iiin and outtt of your spongy walls, stuffing you over and over again.
“‘m just asking you to reconsider, that’s all,” he coos at you, his voice a dizzying contrast to the violent way he’s pounding into you. “you don’t want to fire me, do you? i mean, this pussy sure doesn’t—ah, haha—not with the way she’s squeezin’ me, mm-mm. no, ma’am.”
stocking… yeah, maybe toji can handle stocking next.
would u consider writing for sukuna?
im ngl id probably write for all of them, i’d just need more inspiration for the others (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
telling husband nanami to record you… 18+
he’s always so overwhelmed when you’re on your knees for him, especially when you’re looking up at him with such filthy, sweet love in your eyes.
his bulge is large and almost painful in his khaki slacks, distractingly close to your pretty chest, stripped bare because his perverted girl gets off on the juxtaposition. him fresh off work, only had time to loosen his tie before you shed your clothing and push him down onto the couch.
all he can do is caress your velvety hair with a gentle hand and admire you, adoration seeping his through every touch. your soft hands soothe up and down his thighs, carefully—cruelly—avoiding his hardness. his breath catches in his throat when you rake your kitten nails up them.
“that’s an intense stare, ken,” you tilt your head, voice gentle and sweet. truthfully, his eye contact alone was making you wet, the way his eyes roam over your figure like taking in a piece of art in before finding yours again. you knew once you got him into your mouth you’d be dripping onto the hardwood floor below you.
“forgive me, sweetheart,” he gives you a long few pets, heavy hand nearly enough to make you preen. “i just can’t believe i have such a pretty wife. how you look in this moment… i want to remember it forever.”
something something choso using his blood manipulation to keep himself hard for hours… 18+
a man with supernatural stamina sounds so good in theory, and you have so much fun with it most of the time, but when you’re so stuffed with cum you can almost taste it, and your pussy is sore and quivering so much every thrust feels like it’s splitting you open and putting you back together again—you start to regret not teaching your sweet, inexperienced boyfriend to pace himself.
he’s on top of you, whining in your ear like a mutt - humping his cock into you like one too. he’s been at this same unrelenting pace for what feels like hours, pressing your legs to your chest to give him more leverage, more reach into your squelching, sloppy cunt. it’s bullying, really, and no amount of pretty words he whispers into your ears can change that. not when it’s paired with the drag of his unnaturally hard, large dick along your spasming walls, his thick tip kissing your cervix and leaking his precum into your swollen womb.
“‘s deep, cho—slow… slow down.”
“i can’t, i’m sorry, baby—you—haaah—your pussy feels too good. i cant help it,” he whines, voice cracking with remorse. he presses in closer to you, dropping onto his forearms, prying your legs open with his broad hips instead. your sensitive nipples rub against his strong chest, and your jaw goes slack at the new angle—with how close the two of you are, it’s hard to pinpoint where he ends and you begin. “it’s not enough, never enough. i need it deeper, please. how can i get my cock deeper inside you?”
“mmf—can’t! y’r gonna break me, baby.”
aren’t we all in our higurama era 😛😛😛PLS WRITE MORE ABT HIM.
after that new ep…. the higuruma tag is abt to be SICK of me
you’re with jjk now ?!?! i’m excited
feel free to send requests abt choso, nanami, higuruma and/or hakari ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
୨୧ riding hakari’s thigh while he gambles, as a treat…. mdni
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you tuned out the game a long time ago, brain all foggy from the joint hakari keeps pressing to your lips, and the feeling of his bulky, meaty thighs underneath you. perched comfortably on his broad lap, your arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, you can’t pinpoint when you decided to focus on your boyfriend instead.
the way his large hands handle his playing cards with effortless precision, the ring of fire that gleams in his eyes whenever he’s challenged by the match, the victory kisses he presses to your lips when something goes his way. seeing him so fired up, so in his element like this, never fails to excite you. you feel it in the form of syrupy warmth, rushing to the spot between your thighs, making you pulse with it.
it doesn’t help when he leans up, splaying one of his big, warm hands underneath your shirt and along your lower belly to pull you into him. you wriggle around to get comfortable in this new position, barely suppressing a whine when you unintentionally create friction through your tiny, tiny shorts, pressing down on his leg. you attempt to hide your face in his neck, acutely aware of your company.
hakari glances down at you, and you burn underneath his gaze, thinking you’re caught before you even began—but all he does is reach up to take your jaw between his fingers, softly forcing your lips apart. “don’t start clenchin’ those teeth again, baby. remember?”
where did u go, princess :(
im still around trust! dipping my toes back into writing despite being hella #washed. how’s everyone doingggg👀👀
POOKKIIEEEEE i’ve been waiting for u to post omg
i missed all my babygirls so much i feel like a deadbeat bf
୨୧ finally fucking office crush!higuruma… or attempting to at least. cw facefucking thru clothes minors dni
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he’s never broken out into a full body shiver so quickly in his life, because before today he’s never known what it feels like to have your fingers run gently down his shoulder, your voice tickling the shell of his ear, all but purring at him to meet you in the infamously unused meeting space in your office. from that angle, the view down your shirt was the last thing he saw before you turned and walked away without a second glance.
he stood up so abruptly his chair screeched across the floor, alerting the attention of all your other coworkers. he didn’t even know he had it in him to move that fast anymore, sure his hip would give out if he’d given it any conscious effort. he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie like it’d help him gain some semblance of control, lest he slip over his own dress shoes and make a fool out of himself in front of you.
despite how shaky his hands felt, he had no expectations when he pushed open the door to the chilly, uncharacteristically quiet room, jumping to accuse you—“uh oh. is this one of those schemes you use to trick me into grabbing lunch early with you?”
(by schemes he’s referring to the times you look up at him through your lashes and tell him, all sugary sweet, that you’re hungry. there’s not a lot of trickery involved, really. he seems to be very, very easily persuaded when it comes to you...)
well, now that he mentions it… “mm. that does sound nice, but not quite.”
Have you seen that @/konigsbitch deleted the posts? I saw on their blog that someone threatened them to leak personal information
i don’t encourage or support doxxing or harassment of any kind… the reason i called her out was to hold her accountable for plagiarism & inform readers the stories they were supporting were stolen. anything beyond that is taking it too far but the actions others choose to take have nothing to do with me. ive gotten over the whole thing days ago & wont be talking about it anymore
I feel so bad that I was following them prior to this. If they just admitted to stealing it, then I don’t know what I’d do, but to not take any accountability and be a total cunt. Ugh. As a fellow creative I’m really sorry that somebody is plagiarizing your work that’s the worst. Hope the rest of their followers realize how much of a shit stain they are. Sending hugs 💕💕
would’ve been fine if they just apologized, deleted the posts and moved on but they had to drag it 😭 it’s okay tho, at least you know now! thank you sm for sending this <3
Yo, I love reading your work, I simp hard for it (respectfully), and I honestly I think the way you handle your platform is amazing and admirable. Also I hope you have a good day and your pillow is always cool <3
!!!! thank you soooo much this is too sweet 😢 i hope u have the bestest week angel
I’m just now finding out that the stuff I’ve been reading on that other person’s blog is actually your work?!
unfortunately! kinda side eyeing everyone who still chooses to follow them like why not follow me & have the real thing lol no shade
yk what's worse? i checked @/konigsbitch 's account and she's a literal fucking minorrrr
gross if true but makes sense ngl