#...on a second thought maybe do separate them

[snail-woman]

Some of my favorite malazan guys so far yippie <3

[youraveragecatastrophe]

In a world where Black Sheep never met the archeologist in Casablanca, she stole the Eye of Vishnu right from under her ex-classmates' noses. Ever since, she has been repeatedly ruining VILE's capers by waltzing in and stealing their spoils right before their operatives could.

Still, something doesn't feel quite right, but she just can't put her finger on what...

[finch-the-foolish]

I’m here to yap about doubled blorbos with you

I’m curious about some outside povs of the. Everything going on. Idk if you’ve talked much about Gossan or anyone’s thoughts on Rhode and Odie’s situation

Hope this makes sense, words are barley wording rn ack-

i get it I get it!! ok so like. was thinking the other day about how the parts of odie's past that rhode doesn't know about would affect things & realised quite how scary all this would initially be for the founders (especially gossan. oh dear god.). this is very gossan & hornfels focused I fear I still need to puzzle out what I'm doing with slate in here.

odie and gossan have always had a Weird relationship. unlike rhode & their goss, gossan was more like. the mentor that stepped up for odie, on account of when feldspar vanished (odie was, say, about 14) and it's always been a little awkward--goss felt somewhat like a replacement, trying to fill the gaping hole where feldspar used to be, trying to assume a different relationship that odie, initially, was not interested in. it also does not help that the eye incident was smack dab in the midst of all this.

(cut because this post is. yap heavy)

we will now tangent into this universe's eye incident for reasons that will be clear later. directly following feldspar's disappearance odie really was not doing well. they were just trained enough to think they could help, not nearly experienced enough to be allowed to, told to just stay home and.. what? see the way they were pitied? listen to the adults murmur about how their parent was dead, that it was their own damn fault they died up there, that it was just a matter of time before something went wrong, somebody'd said, when they didn't think odie would hear.

[plain text: that it was their own damn fault they died up there, that it was just a matter of time before something went wrong, somebody'd said, when they didn't think odie would hear.]

odie was grieving and trapped and angry. so so very angry. why couldn't they help? why couldn't they do the one damn thing they were throwing their life into? so they. uh. tried to steal a ship & search by themselves. this decision was interrupted by gossan, and they got into a verbal fight (rhodonite my stubborn "son" of a fish <33) things escalated when odie tried to just take the ship & leave anyway, in the following mess somebody grabbed the ship's controls, and Something exploded.

(this was later found to be a mix of user error and a faulty patch job from after prior crash during the search, done poorly because they were Wasting Time. the one time you rush your engineer....)

odie spent. a very long time trying to recover from this decision. they feel they're still not quite seen as trustworthy in their mentors' eyes, even if they've very much grown and matured since this. there's some mistakes that're hard to fix, and sometimes you can get real wrapped up in repentance. they've been forgiven, mostly, even if gossan hasn't fully articulated that (ohhhh founders communication issues <3 this is the same communication issues that fuel the gosslate divorce both here & in rhode's timeline). it's a weird Thing and still hovering around every interaction they have.

leading up to all that, the founders were stressed out of their bloody minds & barely keeping it together themselves. hornfels was so focused on trying to run everything & not get anyone else majorly hurt & ignore the festering gaping wound in their chest where feldspar should be. they especially were trying to keep odie out of the search because they.. they really did not want odie to be there if they did find something. if things did go wrong out there. gossan is trying to be Responsible and hold things together which includes "make sure your best friends' kid doesn't die in space". could they have responded better? talked odie down? maybe! unfortunately everyone is stressed and upset and making baddd decisions. welcome to doubling time: bad decisions central.

now!! present day doubling time. this whole backstory becomes a certified Problem as rhode gets deeper into investigating & spirals more.

(side tangent I'm now realising quite how fucked it is for rhode to discover that this gossan isn't nearly as close with them as theirs was. you don't even get your parent as you knew them. torment nexus afterlife theory stays strong with this one. AND AND AND how fucking weird it would be if your protégé/kinda your hatchling(?) with whom you've had a weird & kinda bad relationship comes back from space and just. wraps you in the tightest fucking hug. like they never thought they'd see you again. how do you respond to that one)

like imagine your kid comes back from space and they're. they're acting weird. they're on edge and stressed and forgetting things and that just keeps getting worse & worse. clearly something's wrong but you don't know how to help and they're not explaining and are acting like they're hiding something and are ignoring basic protocols to their own detriment.

as they see "odie" acting so weirdly secretive & stressed & afraid, the first thought is something of a "what if it Happens Again?" the last time they made Decisions in that mental state things went to shit and the idea of them getting themselves hurt is. not great. they probably should not be in a spaceship right now. thus leading to hornfels & gossan's decision that "odie" is grounded, effective immediately, due to medical concerns. rhode takes this extraordinarily poorly <3 their ship is really the only comfortable place left the only remnant of the world they knew (it jumped universes with them <3 we love you ship that I still need to name) and losing access to it is an absolute nightmare for them. how can they explore how can they understand anything if they don't even have that?

the mystery deepens a few cycles later, when marl approaches gossan, saying they.. just saw odie? still partially suited up, looking exhausted, saying they just landed? what?? the fuck?? they hear that odie ("odie"?? they don't know!!) ran off, searching for.. something? someone? the "odie" who's been here?? unclear! before they can track odie down and get any answers, they find out that Somebody just took off from timber hearth. oh no! meanwhile, hornfels heads back to the observatory in time to watch odie's signal vanish into dark bramble (they. shouldn't be flying. they're grounded their ship shouldn't be flyable right now. shit. fuck.). it's maybe half a loop worth of stress before it reappears, landing just at the crater's edge.

it's. a really strange time after that. unfortunately the combo of "feldspar is Alive and Here" + "there's Two Rhodonites" + ""real" odie was On The Moon and met A Living Nomai" is. a bit difficult to process. how do you even begin to. like. wrap your head around all that. odie is so so tired and so glad to be home (they're so happy to see everyone again <3 it's a very confusing reunion for hornfels considering the last time they saw "odie" they were staunchly refusing to talk and now odie's like. damn near tackle hugging them & saying they missed them so bad and they're maybe tired of space for a bit. marl and hal also get the aggressively affectionate greeting. their friends!! they get to see them!! yay!! hell even gossan gets a relieved greeting) but also. yk. the rhode shaped elephant in the room. it's a lot of weird confusion as two rhodonites are seen in the same space, very unsettling initially.

cause like obviously it's Weird seeing your hatchling act so different to how they were literally earlier today, they're talking about things that don't make sense if they were here and-- that's.. that's not the one that's been here. the one that's been here is lingering awkwardly behind them looking like they're about to be thrown into the ghost matter pit. if this is your odie your hatchling then.. who the fuck is that? what are they? why do they have their face? difficult things to get over I fear.

so yeah nobody's really sure what to do about them initially, rhode frankly has no idea what to do with themselves considering they straight up don't go here. lots of untangling of identities to be done as rhode is slowly coaxed into actually opening up. it's almost a little bit like how sol showing up would be handled in my postloop. you have to try and put aside the confusion and the fear and the uncertainty to give them any kind of space to be a person. they're so obviously unmoored and afraid and don't know what to do. and stars they have your hatchling's face (and maybe that isn't malice maybe it isn't choice) you can't watch them look like something terrible is going to happen to them because of all this.

it's... a slow process, getting to actually know rhode, making sense of what really happened all those months ago, what's been happening. unfortunately I am. low on thoughts regarding that. and this post is so very long.

(side note also like. in general with this au the idea of being caught as a "fraud" the one who was "caught" in the act is like. so visceral to me. might be the transgender. and the autism. something about being the wrong one the one who shouldn't be here who's wearing a false face. something about technically being that person but not in a way that you "should" be. don't look too hard at why that motif of identity keeps cropping up in my writing don't do it don't look at the ghost of who I was expected to become they live in poetry only)

[sieglinde-freud]

let it be known that i love prince inigo with my whole soul. however sometimes it is SO much fun to think about owain and his two most loyal-est knights you ever seen: worst guy in the world #1 and worst guy in the world #2. i love retainer inigo and severa so much. retainers who bully you and make fun of you and trash on you but they’d leave behind everyone and everything they ever knew to follow you and protect you in a whole new universe. they love you so much that they’d swear allegiance to total strangers but that loyalty pales in comparison to what they’d do for you. and they were all lovers!!!!!!!

[xoslutty]

✮ HOPPIN’ DICK! ⸺ your boss sent you on a work trip with 4 coworkers and they all want to get you pregnant.

cw. gangbang (obviously), unprotected sex, double penetration, anal sex, oral sex (m and f rec), creampie, breeding kink, degradation, size kink, overstimulation, spit play, handjob, squirting, titplay, praising.

“he just hates you.” you heard shoko say as she leaned back in her chair and shook her head. she honestly didn’t get why your boss sent you, the newbie, on a trip with four completely different guys, saying you needed to learn and get some experience.

she thought about it for a second, then frowned. “it’s weird. this never happened before. they don’t usually send new people on trips just so they can learn something.”

then she suddenly smiled really wide, narrowed her eyes, and winked at you.“maybe you’re special."

“or maybe i’m so useless they had to send four guys just to make sure i will not fuck everything up,” you said dryly, sighing as you took a sip of coffee.

well, at least you’d only see them at work. meetings, discussions, paperwork — nothing personal. that’s what you thought. spoiler: you were wrong.

because when you finally got there, you found out the company rented one penthouse instead of five separate hotel rooms, like you thought. you were gonna have to live under the same roof with all four of them.

the flight alone was already enough of a nightmare. firtsly because you were sitting next to four ridiculously hot guys — the same guys you’d thought about, one after another, on those shameless nights when you touched yourself. and on top of that, they all looked at you like they knew something you didn’t. the constant smirks, winks, and knowing looks definitely didn’t help you relax.

the worst part? they were way too nice to you from day one.

gojo and geto brought you coffee every morning and asked you to grab lunch with them. nanami would often sit next to you and help with your reports, even when you could’ve easily done them yourself. and toji walked you home whenever you stayed late because of work, joking that pretty girls like you had no business walking around alone at night.

you're not gonna lie, you were really grateful for it.

even now you sat at your desk, slowly drinking yet another coffee gojo had left for you that morning. you smiled sweetly at him, trying not to think about how much you actually liked all the attention.

and at night, when you were alone and was touching yourself, even though your fingers never quite reached where you wanted them to, you thought about them. about kento, who looked strong enough to pick you up without even trying. about toji, who wore those pants that made the outline of his cock way too obvious. about geto and all the things he could do with that long—

no. you really need to be ashamed of yourself.

those thoughts only got worse now, especially since you were all stuck in the same house. they were just being nice and looking out for you, trying to help you settle in. they had no idea how dirty your thoughts about them were. if they ever found out what went through your head every time you were alone, they’d probably be disgusted.

or maybe they would not?

this was exactly what you thought about while standing under the hot water, when you suddenly caught a familiar, barely noticeable scent — gojo’s shower gel. unable to resist the temptation to smell just like him, you decided to use it.

when you came out of the bathroom, you just wrapped the towel tightly around yourself and without even drying your damp hair properly, headed for the stairs to the second floor, where your room was. unfortunately, the way there went straight through the living room, where, of course, all four of them were.

the second you appeared in the doorway, the conversation stopped, and all four pairs of eyes turned to you.

nanami, who was holding some work documents, tried to look away, but clearly had a hard time doing it. gojo swallowed hard and quickly threw a couch pillow at geto. and a big, shameless grin slowly spread across tojis face as he openly looked you up and down, taking in your wet shoulders and bare legs.

your cheeks immediately went red, and your throat tightened from embarrassment. “good night, everyone!” you squeaked out, swallowing hard before practically running up the stairs to your room.

the last thing you heard from the living room before you slammed the door shut was a quiet, low male laugh.

𐚁

you were sitting in a cozy bar after a successful conference. there was no strong alcohol on the table, just some light drinks, since you had another important meeting tomorrow and really couldn’t afford to mess it up.

you sat right between them, two on your right and two on your left, and for the first time all day, you actually felt relaxed. after hours of work, you were finally full, warm, and weirdly comfortable. for some reason, whenever you were with them, you felt like nothing bad could happen to you.

“well,” gojo finally said, leaning back in his chair. “do you have a boyfriend?” you took a sip of your drink and shook your head “no. none of the idiots these days deserve me.”

you said it with a smile, obviously joking, but for some reason, none of them laughed. instead, nanami put a hand on your shoulder and started gently rubbing it, making you relax even more. “yeah,” he said calmly. “a girl like you deserves at least four.”

you almost choked on your drink. “for different purposes,” geto added immediately, giving you a wink. you felt your cheeks burn and hid your face behind your glass, taking another sip. for some reason, you suddenly felt way too hot.

after a while, toji gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers accidentally brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. “tell me one thing pretty girl,” he said with a grin. “which one of us do you like the most?”

by then, you were almost completely relaxed in your chair and just shrugged. “i like all of you.” you went quiet for a second before adding, “you all treat me really well.”

silence fell over the table. you looked from one to the other and caught them exchanging glances. then all four of them had the same look on their faces — bright smiles that looked way too much like satisfied smirks.

toji looked at you again and slowly smiled. “good to know.”

𐚁

the penthouse door closed behind you as you kicked off your shoes and headed into the living room.

toji and geto were already there, sprawled out on opposite sides of a leather couch that probably cost more than your rent. toji sat with his legs spread wide, one arm resting on the back of the couch, while suguru leaned back in his shirt, cuffs undone, staring toward the kitchen doorway where you could hear dishes clattering.

you put your bag on the shelf, and the second the clasp clicked, both of them turned their attention to you.

toji was the first to slowly look you over. his eyes moved over your hair first — loose now, the braid you’d done before the meeting already coming undone from the humidity and wind on the way back — and then drifted lower. the back of your blouse was sheer, sticking to the sweat along your spine. your skirt hugged your hips and stopped just above your knees. you noticed him lick his teeth, his eyes getting darker than usual.

you swallowed. geto didn’t say anything. he just watched you through half-lidded eyes, then slowly stuck his tongue out and pressed it against the inside of his cheek.

you didn’t know how any of this was supposed to happen. your only experience was one dumb ex who didn’t care about your pleasure and two awkward hookups in a club bathroom that smelled like cheap whiskey. so you did the only thing that seemed logical — you reached for the first button of your blouse.

“ah-ah-ah.” toji’s voice made you freeze. he shook his head, grinned, and wagged a finger at you. “you’re not allowed to undress yourself, baby.”

your hand froze, and heat spread up your neck. he slapped both hands against his huge thighs. “come here.”

you looked at his hands. then at his legs, spread wide. your feet moved before you could even think, because if you started overthinking about it, it'd be over. the carpet felt soft under your heels as you stopped between his knees, close enough to smell his clean skin, your heart pounding against your ribs.

“turn around.” you did, now facing geto, and he winked at you, slowly and lazily lowering one eyelid, making your pussy clench around nothing. behind you, toji moved. his fingers found the zipper on your skirt and pulled it down. he stopped at the bottom. then he grabbed the fabric on both sides and ripped it apart.

the sound was obscene — a long, wet tear that echoed through the room. cold air hit your legs. you gasped and stumbled forward, left standing in nothing but black panties and a half-buttoned blouse as the ripped skirt went flying somewhere across the room.

you barely had time to process what was happening. a quiet laugh comes from behind you, followed by heat — his breath right against the curve of your ass. “fuck,” toji breathed.

his hands came up and grabbed your ass through the thin black cotton, slowly kneading it and pressing his thumbs into the muscles. he squeezed and shifted the flesh until you gasped. then he leaned in and took a deep breath, like he was trying to memorize your scent.

a hot, open-mouthed kiss landed on your right cheek. his tongue pressed flat against your skin and dragged across it. your eyes fluttered shut. then his teeth sank into you. you cried out, “toji!” and tried to pull away, but his iron grip kept you right where you were as he bit down harder — sharp enough to make your knees buckle.

he just laughed, pressed his lips to the mark, and slowly licked over it like he was apologizing. his tongue eased the sting. “shh,” he said. “stay still.” then he turned you around like you weighed nothing. a second later, he dropped back onto the couch, lifted you straight off the floor, and pulled you onto his lap.

now you sat on top of him, wearing nothing but your blouse and panties, your pussy pressed directly against the hard bulge of his cock through his pants. a quiet moan slipped out before you could stop it.

a laugh came from the couch across from you. suguru. you didn’t need to look to know he was still watching, still slowly running his thumb over his lower lip. “you’re adorable,” he said, his voice calm, almost bored, but his eyes were dark. “i always knew that.”

toji grinned up at you, showing all his teeth. “told you. knew it from the moment she walked in.” your brain barely had time to process his words before toji’s fingers wrapped around your chin, tilting your face toward his.

“open your mouth.” you did. “stick your tongue out for me.” you stuck it out, the cool air brushing against it. you felt ridiculous and completely exposed, so turned on that you could feel yourself getting wetter, soaking through your panties against his lap.

he stared at your tongue for a long moment, like he was studying it. then he leaned closer and ran his own tongue over it, slow and flat, from the base to the tip. his taste filled your mouth — dirty, slightly bitter from the whiskey, but completely him. his tongue curled against yours, tracing underneath it, before he kissed you deeply, making your eyes roll back.

then the kiss changed. he took control of your mouth, his tongue pushing inside, hot and demanding, sliding over your teeth and the roof of your mouth and tangling with yours until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. his lips crushed against yours before he caught your lower lip between his teeth, pulled it gently, and let it snap back.

saliva gathered and spilled over. it ran down your chin, along your neck, into the hollow of your throat, and toji followed it with his mouth, leaving a long, wet trail up the side of your neck before finding your lips again. then you moved.

not on purpose — you rubbed against him, moving your hips in small, desperate circles, trying to get friction against the seam of his pants. you only got wetter, until you could feel the slick warmth spreading between your thighs.

he let out a low moan, and his hands found your ass, squeezing hard enough that you’d probably have red marks by morning. you didn’t mind. suddenly, you heard a noise from the doorway. you broke the kiss with a wet, obscene smack and turned around.

gojo stood there, loosening his tie, his jacket thrown over one shoulder. his eyes moved over the scene: you sitting on toji’s lap, saliva shining on your chin, while geto’s hand had already slipped down the front of his pants and was gripping the thick outline of his cock through the fabric.

gojo grinned. “looks like you guys started without me.”

toji’s hands settled back on your hips, and before you could say anything, he lifted you, turned you around, and pulled you back against his chest. your spine pressed against him, your legs resting over his spread thighs.

gojo dropped to his knees in front of you. seeing him there — big, kneeling between your legs — knocked the air right out of you. he grabbed your knees and spread your legs wide, opening you up to the room. cool air touched the soaked fabric of your panties, and you let out a quiet moan.

then his fingers slid up your middle, right over your covered pussy, and he felt just how wet you were. “oh,” he moaned softly. “oh, baby.” he hooked his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled your panties down, watching as they stuck to your skin, leaving a thin string of wetness behind. he tossed them into a corner.

“won't need these anymore.” he looked up at you with a sweet smile. “right, sweetheart?” you couldn’t answer. you were completely exposed, throbbing under the eyes of three men, and gojo stared at you like he’d just found something precious. all you could do was shake your head.

he let out a low, hungry moan and leaned closer. you felt his breath against your pussy before he took a deep breath, slow and greedy, like he hadn’t eaten in days. “fuck,” he whispered. “you smell like you’ve been waiting for us all day.” then his mouth found the inside of your thigh.

at first, he kissed you there softly, his mouth slightly open, taking his time. his tongue brushed over your sensitive skin. he moved higher. one kiss, then another, his lips parting against your skin, the roughness of his stubble scratching lightly against your thigh.

his hands slid under your thighs and lifted them, spreading you even wider and holding you open. he caught the crease where your leg met your thigh between his teeth. he didn’t rush, and that was the worst part. he kissed everywhere except the one place you desperately wanted him, and every kiss pulled the knot in your stomach tighter.

“mmngh! please,” you heard yourself say. he laughed against your skin. “please what, baby?” “please!—”

and then his tongue touched you. one long, flat, wet stroke from your entrance all the way to your clit, and your whole body jerked. he moaned right against you, like he was tasting something he’d been denied for years, then did it again. harder.

he pressed his tongue flat against you and dragged it up before pushing it inside, making you cry out. he fucked you with his tongue, shallow at first, then deeper, curling it as he tasted you. the sounds were downright filthy absolutely shameless. his mouth kept working, and every time he moaned, the vibration went straight through your clit.

then he started sucking. his lips closed around your clit, pulling it into his mouth. your hips lifted off the couch, and a high, broken sound tore out of you. “haaah! ah—aahhh!”

he didn’t let up. he gave it a light bite, then soothed the spot with his tongue before doing it again. your thighs shook around his head as he moved from side to side, burying his face even deeper. his nose pressed against your clit, his tongue moving inside you, and you could barely breathe.

you cried out, arching your back, and toji’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. toji. you completely forgot he was there. he turned your face toward him and kissed the corner of your mouth — soft at first, then harder and deeper — and you gasped against his lips. his kisses moved lower, along your jaw, your chin, the line of your neck. every kiss was shameless, possessive.

he stopped at your collarbone and bit down. his teeth sank into your skin, making you whimper as he sucked hard, drawing blood to the surface and leaving his mark. then he moved lower and did it again. his hands found your blouse. he undid two buttons with surprising patience, but then that patience ran out.

“fuck this,” he growled. he grabbed the fabric and tore it open. the buttons went flying. you heard them roll across the floor, cool air touched your bare skin, and his mouth was on you again — at your neckline, then higher across your chest.

He rips off the ruined shirt and tosses it aside. Next comes the bra — unhooked and thrown to the floor. one move and his hand was already at the back of your head, pulling you against his chest and making you arch.

he covered the curve of your tits with kisses before his mouth closed around your nipple and his teeth sank into it. you screamed. your mouth fell open, the sound spilling out, but another mouth crashed into yours and swallowed it whole. geto.

you didn't even hear him come over. he kissed you hard — tongue, teeth, shared breath, no softness at all, just hunger. his hand twisted into your hair, holding your head in place while he devoured your mouth. you moaned against his lips, gojo’s tongue was still between your legs, toji’s mouth was still working at your nipple, and you felt like you were falling apart between the three of them.

toji moved to your other nipple, sucking hard and greedily, his teeth scraping against it while his free hand squeezed the tit he’d just left, rolling the hardened tip between his fingers. suguru kissed you so deeply you could barely breathe, his tongue tangled with yours, one hand still gripping your hair.

you cried out, whimpering but hardly any sound made it out. your whole body shook as you were trapped between the three men, with nothing left to do but take it all. satoru pulled back just enough for his finger to find your entrance. one thick, long finger slipped inside.

“ng— yes! mhmm!” he was huge — it was only one finger, but it still filled you, and you cried out into geto’s mouth. then he added another, the stretch making your head spin as your hips lifted on their own. toji’s palm came down hard against your stomach, holding you back in place. he pulled away from your nipple with a wet pop.

“relax that perfect body, baby,” he rasped, his voice completely wrecked. “leave it to the real men.”

gojo’s fingers started moving. he fucked you with them at a pace that stole your breath, making your head spin — from geto’s kiss, from not being able to breathe, from the fact that everything was suddenly too much and somehow still not enough. then geto’s hand moved between your legs. he pushed his middle finger in beside gojo’s fingers, and together they stretched you, making you sob right into suguru’s mouth.

they found places inside you that you didn't even know existed. deep, hidden places, hitting them again and again as the room filled with sound — the wet rhythm of their hands, your broken moans, and gojo’s low groan against your clit.

“haa—haaah!” “ahh… fuck… nghhh! please…”

your orgasm hit you in a moment. you came so hard that everything went black for a second. your thighs shook, your legs tightened, and you cried out into geto’s mouth, but they didn’t stop. they slowed down, but kept going, helping you ride it out, their fingers getting gentler as they dragged the pleasure out until you were nothing but a shaking, exhausted mess.

gojo leaned back. his whole face was wet — his lips, chin, nose, everything glistening with your juices. he looked completely worn out and completely satisfied at the same time. geto pulled his hand away, brought his middle finger to his lips, and slowly licked it clean without taking his eyes off you. a low hum rumbled in his chest.

gojo was about to do the same, but geto caught his wrist. he brought two of gojo’s fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, making gojo groan and throw his head back. then toji’s low, confident voice came from behind you.

“my turn.” your eyes went wide.

geto simply nodded. he lifted you off the chair like you weighed nothing, and you instinctively clung to him, your thighs still shaking after your orgasm rolled through you. you watched gojo toss a pillow onto the carpet, and suddenly toji was lying there on his back, his head resting on the pillow as he looked up at you with dark, patient eyes.

you were wet. so fucking wet. your pussy still pulsed even though you came barely a minute ago — a deep, aching throb that refused to go away. geto held you under your ass with one arm while his other hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. then his thumb wiped the saliva from your chin, and he leaned in and licked it off.

then he lowered you onto toji. not onto his face. onto his stomach, facing away from him, your bare skin pressed against the hard ridges of his abs. you could see the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants, and some distant part of your brain wondered if it hurt.

toji’s hands found your hips. he moved you back and forth, slowly dragging you over the hard planes of his stomach, leaving a slick, shiny trail across his skin. “look at the mess you made,” he growled. “fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”

heat rushed over your face, neck, and chest. you wanted to look away, but there was nowhere else to look. he pulled you higher, toward his face, and you froze. “sit on my face,” he said. “let me taste that sweet pussy.”

“i—” your voice broke. “what if you choke because of me?” all three of them laughed making your stomach make a little flip. “i fucking hope i do,” toji said. then he pulled you down.

his mouth was on you the second you lowered yourself onto him. his hands grabbed your ass and pulled you even closer, his tongue pushed inside, and you cried out, bracing your hands against his chest.

his abs tensed underneath you. you saw his hand move between your bodies, gripping himself through his pants. you reached down and pulled his pants down just enough to free him, and he was huge — thick, with a darkened head and a thick vein running all the way down. precum already dripped from him, and he felt so heavy in your hand that your fingers barely closed around him.

you leaned forward, meaning to take him into your mouth, but a hand caught your hair and stopped you. geto. he lifted your head, his eyes bright and burning. “not so fast, princess.”

with one hand, he undid his belt. his pants dropped, and his cock slapped against his lower stomach — thick and hard. he stepped closer and dragged the tip across your lips, spreading the salty wetness over them. you opened your mouth and licked it off before you could stop yourself.

a low moan came from him. he leaned right up to your face “open.” you opened. he spit, warm moisture landing on your tongue, and you swallowed it. then he straightened up and pushed his cock into your mouth.

you were filled from every side now. toji’s tongue was inside you, his hands kept you spread open, his nose pressed against your clit. geto’s cock rested heavily on your tongue, going deeper with every movement of his hips. your hand wrapped around toji’s cock, and when you felt him twitch in your grip, you started jerking him off.

slow at first. then faster. you lost yourself in it — the rhythm, the heat, the feeling of being completely full. you couldn’t think. you could only feel. then you felt another breath against your ass.

toji’s hands spread you even wider, and someone’s nose and mouth pressed against your other hole. you knew who. he licked you there, slow and steady, and the feeling was so strange and somehow so good that your whole body tensed.

you heard the wet sound of oil against skin. then one of his fingers pressed against that tight ring of muscle and slowly slipped inside. your hips jerked so hard that toji’s nose pressed even deeper, while geto’s cock hit the back of your throat as he fucked your mouth, one hand tangled in your hair.

gojo worked you open. one finger, then a second, slowly stretching and massaging you. you pressed yourself harder against toji’s face through it all, while he moved his face against you and pushed even deeper.

you moaned around geto’s cock, your hand moving faster and slicker over toji’s. “mgmm—” you sobbed around the thick length in your throat. you sucked your cheeks in making geto’s head fall back. “fuck, yes. just like that, baby.”

suguru’s hips lost their rhythm. toji moaned right against you, the vibration going straight through your clit. gojo’s fingers curled inside you, and your vision started to blur. you were full. everywhere. all of you belonged to them.

geto pulled back just enough to let you swallow his cum when he came with a loud moan. his taste covered your tongue, and you swallowed again and again while he watched you, his chest rising heavily and his pupils blown wide. “fuck, babygirl,” he breathed. “look at you. so fucking perfect.” your thighs still shook.

then toji’s cock twitched hard in your hand. he moaned against your stomach and came, hot waves covering your fingers and knuckles, splashing across your chest and stomach. he ran his face over you one last time, smearing your juices and his own release across his lips and chin. then he pulled you against his chest, his damp skin sticking to your back.

you twisted around to look at him. his whole face shone — his nose, chin, cheeks, even his forehead were covered in you. he looked completely exhausted and ridiculously pleased with himself. “sweetest pussy in the world,” he murmured, then grabbed your hips and got up from the floor.

only then did you notice gojo was gone. you didn’t even have time to think about it. the door opened, and he came back with a glass of ice-cold water in his hand. condensation covered the glass.

he put it in your hand. “drink, love.” you were still sitting on toji’s thighs, your swollen, throbbing pussy pressed right against his cock, and the touch made a quiet moan slip out of you. you tried to keep the glass steady.

your back was pressed tightly against his chest. while you drank, his mouth found your earlobe — teeth first, then his tongue, then a kiss just below it. you felt the dampness on his face against your skin, proof of what he’d just done to you. you shivered.

you finished the water and held the glass out. geto took it. “w-where’s... nanami?” you asked quietly. everyone froze. then they started laughing. gojo leaned in and kissed you deeply. when he pulled away, toji’s warm voice came from right by your ear.

“three cocks are waiting to fill that tiny, swollen pussy, and you still want more?” he clicked his tongue. “greedy little thing.” heat rushed to your face. you turned away and hid your face against his neck, and he laughed right into your hair.

“he had an urgent meeting,” geto said as he set the glass down. “he’ll be here soon.” “and he can’t wait to taste this cunt either.” gojo’s eyes dropped to where you were pressed against toji.

geto tilted his head. “are you tired?” you shook your head. no. yes? you already came twice — actually, you lost count by now — but you still wanted more. especially with them.

toji grinned slowly, dirty and knowing. “i always knew you were a filthy little slut who wanted to get fucked in every hole.” he stood up, holding you in his arms, and you felt that hot, humiliating rush again — being handled like you weighed nothing, like you were some toy they could pass between them. it should’ve embarrassed you.

and it did. but it also turned you on so much you could barely breathe. geto was lying where toji had just been, and your pussy throbbed at the sight of him, at the thought of him finally filling you.

before he moved you over, toji kissed you. he tasted geto on your tongue — you knew he did, because he moaned right into the kiss — and licked the taste from your lips and cheek, slowly cleaning you up. then he lowered you onto geto’s thighs facing him.

he guided himself into place. the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and he slowly lowered you onto him — inch by impossible inch, and you felt every bit of it.

the way he stretched you, the sweet burn, the feeling of being completely full. “it—! it's too big— nnghh!” you gasped.

“you can take it,” he said, his voice calm and firm. “you were made for this. sit on that cock baby be a good girl.”

he grabbed your hips and moved you. you moaned, then started moving against him in a steady rhythm, every roll of your hips pushing him deeper until you could almost feel him in your throat.

then slick fingers found your other hole again. warm, slippery oil coated your skin as gojo’s fingers slipped inside again — one, two, three, all at once. “mmmh,” his voice sounded dark behind you. “so ready for me.”

then he pushed inside you. everything flashed white. you were completely full — geto stretching you from the front, gojo filling you from behind — and it felt like they reached all the way inside you, like there was no room left for air, thoughts, or anything else except them.

“ah! haaah—i can’t— get— gojo please please!” gojo’s hands found your tits. he squeezed hard, twisting your nipples between his fingers, then turned your head and kissed you.

then toji’s hand caught your jaw, pulling you away from the kiss and dragging you into his mouth instead. it was the dirtiest kiss yet — nothing but tongue and spit, not an ounce of tenderness.

gojo squeezed one breast. toji squeezed the other. then toji’s thumb and forefinger found your swollen clit and squeezed it. your hips lost their rhythm. you tried to pull away because something was building inside you, something that went beyond a normal orgasm. something you couldn’t control.

“don’t fucking stop,” geto’s voice came at the same time, his hands gripping your hips and waist hard enough to keep you in place. you couldn’t stop. the pleasure exploded, then came again — a flood, a complete rush — and you cried out as your body shook, leaving you trembling and breathless. "nnngaaahh! yesyesyesyes pleaaseee ha—aahh!—"

“good girl. that’s it, princess.” “fuck, look at her,” toji growled, still rubbing and working your clit, making you go through it again and again. “made a fucking mess of the whole room.”

“come inside her,” gojo growled, thrusting against you from behind. “fill her. i want it spilling out of both of us.” “both of us,” geto echoed as he thrust up hard, coming deep inside you. “take it. take every drop. i’ll put a baby in that perfect pussy.”

gojo followed a moment later. a low, broken moan escaped him as he came inside you, his hips jerking while his hands left marks on your thighs. “that’s it. all of it.”

“now you’re ours,” toji whispered against your lips, still playing with your clit and pulling another weak shudder from you. “every one of us will fill you. again and again. until it takes.” the room spun around you. you shook, completely spent, feeling everything spill out around them.

you were still trembling, still shaking and completely overwhelmed when the front door opened. nanami. he walked in and just stared at the two huge cocks still buried inside you, at the mess running from you. at your chest, smeared with cum and covered in dark bite marks. at your sweaty, flushed face and your head thrown back against geto’s shoulder.

"kento…" your voice was quiet, ruined, barely a whisper.

he didn't answer. instead, he set his briefcase on the shelf, smoothed his documents, neatly hung his coat over the back of the chair. every move was measured, as if he wasn't looking at you lying with your legs spread under two men whose cocks were still deep inside you.

then he was right in front of you. his fingers touched your chin and lifted your face. he just looked at you. long enough for everyone to hear your ragged breathing. his eyes slid over the flush on your cheeks, the drying spit on your neck, the tear tracks and dark marks blooming on your chest.

"hey," he said softly. and then he kissed you. his kiss was nothing like the others'. it was slow. careful. his lips parted against yours and his tongue slid inside. your arms went up, wrapped around his neck, you clung to him, the kiss deepening.

gojo pulled his cock out of your ass, and you whimpered softly right into nanami's lips from the empty, stretched ache. his hands moved to your hips, and he lifted you into the air without breaking the kiss.

next, geto's cock slipped out, and that loss felt even more — the sudden emptiness made you groan into kento's lips, and what was left inside spilled out, hot and thick, soaking his shirt where your thighs squeezed his waist.

toji's lips found your back. he kissed along your spine, open and wet, pressing one palm between your shoulder blades, then took you from nanami's arms, turning you and holding you upright against his chest.

nanami dropped to his knees. his hands slid up your trembling thighs. with his fingers he spread your swollen lips, opening you up, and looked at what they left inside — that slow leaking mess. "already so full, princess," his voice was low, steady. "i'll have to clean everything out here, won't i?"

you nodded fast because you couldn't say a word. then you slowly looked at geto from under your lashes. "you… you haven't tasted me yet." he raised one eyebrow, looking down at your wet pussy, and smirked. "aren't you a dirty little whore?"

and then both of them were on their knees, two mouths dropping between your legs at once. nanami started gentle — the flat of his tongue, long slow strokes dragging up your slit, as if savoring you. geto was the exact opposite. he buried his face in, wild and greedy, licking you deep, pushing his tongue inside to scoop out what the others left.

toji turned your head with a palm on your jaw and kissed you deep, swallowing every sound before it could burst from your throat. his tongue filled your mouth, you moaned into his lips and felt the juices dripping down onto the two men below.

gojo's mouth closed around your nipple. he sucked hard, scraping with his teeth, then worked the other nipple with his fingers, twisting and pinching, making your back arch toward geto's chest.

it was everywhere. geto's tongue inside you — lapping, drinking. kento's lips wrapped tight around your clit, drawing it in with slow, rhythmic pulls. tojis tongue in your mouth, his hand gripping your hair. gojo's teeth on your tits, his other hand squeezing your butt cheek.

you came, the orgasm ripping you apart from inside — your hips jerked, your scream died on toji's tongue — but they didn't stop. they kept touching, kept licking, and then came fingers. toji's fingers slid inside next to nanami's, then more of them, four whole fingers stretching you wider, and from the sensory overload something inside broke, and you came again, sobbing, flooding their mouths.

"mmhmm— haah! i ca— i can't anymore—"

they didn't listen. they drank you until your legs were shaking so hard toji had to hold you up. then nanami stood up and kissed you again. you tasted yourself on his lips, but the hunger in his kiss was replaced with a little bit of softness.

"your pussy is completely swollen," he whispered against your lips. "maybe we should stop?" you shook your head sharply. your lips pouted against your will. "i want to feel you inside," you whispered.

that was all he needed. toji's solid forearm wrapped under your breasts, pressing you to his chest. nanami leaned in and kissed you again and while doing that, he took your hand and pressed it to the hard bulge straining against his pants.

"let it out, princess." your fingers fumbled clumsily with the belt, button, zipper. his dick sprang free — heavy in your hand, already leaking pre-cum, the tip flushed dark.

and then he was at your entrance. he slid inside and your mouth parted. he was thick — thicker than geto — and the way he stretched your used, swollen pussy felt almost unbearable. you gasped, and toji's hand rested on your throat — not squeezing, just holding you.

"too much?" he asked. his voice was strained, and you could feel him trembling from the effort not to move. you shook your head. "need more."

meanwhile toji started entering your ass — the hole was still sensitive, stretched out after gojo — and the pressure of his thrusts while nanami was already deep inside was blinding. they entered slowly, inch by inch, until both were buried to the base, and you were impaled between them, filled so completely you couldn't breathe.

"fuck," toji groaned into your neck. "you're fucking tight back here. i'm gonna fill this hole too. pump so much into you there won't be any room left."

nanami rolled his hips, toji matched his rhythm, and soon they were moving together, lifting you up between them and fucking you in a perfect, hard rhythm. your legs wrapped around nanami's waist, your back arched toward toji's chest. then the other two stepped closer.

satoru's mouth was on your clit, his tongue flicking fast and desperate, his hands squeezing your cheeks, spreading them. "look at her," geto panted, running a hand through your hair and squeezing your reddened tits. "our perfect little cum dumpster. made to be bred. to carry our babies."

nanami touched his forehead to yours. "i'm gonna fill you, princess. down to the last drop. i'll make sure of it." "me too," gojo panted against your clit. "i'll put a baby in you. watch you get round from it. you'll look so fucking pretty, all round with our cum."

toji bit into your shoulder, leaving a mark. "we're all gonna breed you, baby. fill every hole. pump you so full you'll be leaking our seed for a week. and when it works — and it definitely will — you'll be the prettiest pregnant whore in the world."

you shattered. the orgasm exploded deep inside, your body convulsed, clamping around both of them, and a scream tore out of you. nanami buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding your pussy with hot pulsing waves, and toji thrust deep right after, spilling into your ass with a low groan that vibrated down your whole spine.

gojo followed right after, groaning straight against your clit, and you felt him cumming onto the floor, mixing his cum with everything else.

they kept moving slowly. dragging out every single pulse until you went completely limp, twitching all over, with nothing left of you except the heat of four men and the wet sounds of them coming.

when they finally set you down gently, you couldn't even stand.

your pussy was totally wrecked — swollen, gaping, leaking a thick river of cum down your thighs. your other hole was the exact same way, and you could feel both dripping, mixing, running together. your chest and arm were smeared white. your hair was a total mess, plastered to your sweaty neck. every single inch of your body was marked, bitten, and claimed.

gojo tilted his head, that same cute smile back on his face. "you need a bath, don't you?" nanami scooped you up in his arms without waiting for an answer. your head hung helplessly against his shoulder, and the trip to the bathroom felt like one big blur of warm skin and cool air.

the shower stall was huge — wide enough for all of them to fit, and just realizing that made your ruined pussy throb despite everything. you thought it was over. you let your tired eyes close.

but when you opened them, turned out they were all following you right into the stall.

they looked like pure sin. toji's body was slick, his face and chest shining with sweat and your juices. geto's stomach was still wet where you soaked him. gojo's face and cock were glistening with white drops. and nanami… he was still mostly dressed, his shirt soaked through, and he was slowly undressing, never taking his eyes off you.

you pressed your face into nanami's shoulder and looked up at them through wet lashes while the water turned on, hot streams running down your back. toji took off his pants, smirking at you like things were only just getting started.

"after all," he said, "not every one of us has managed to fill your little pussy yet, baby."

nanami's fingers lifted your chin. he looked down at you, water running through his hair, and there was so much tenderness in his eyes it made your chest ache.

"you're gonna be so pretty," he whispered against your lips. "all round, soft, and full of us. we're gonna take care of you, baby. every single fuckin' day. and every night, we're gonna fill you up again."

hiromi & nanami threesome! all arts from @ thatsallitchief on X

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Boyfriend!Sukuna had some odd habits, you were bound to find out about them after moving in together. They’re not deal breakers, of course, just… odd.

To be completely honest, you don’t even notice them at first. A lot of the times, they’re things you don’t remember until hours, or even days later. But there was one thing that made you stop in your tracks, questioning if the sight before you was even real.

What was nice about sharing a home with him was that he clean. Maybe even cleaner than you. Wiping the sink down after using it. Putting things back where they belonged almost mindlessly. If the laundry basket was full, he’d load up the washer without a second thought. No questions asked. No complaints made.

You loved that about him. You also loved watching him at times. It’s been a couple months since you’ve moved in, but watching him act so domestic never fails to move you in a way. There was something so sweet about knowing that making room for you in his life was never a difficult task.

So when you watch him separate the clothing in the basket, loading the colored items first, there’s a subtle smile on your face.

Until you catch him sniffing your panties.

The way he’s so casual with it, too. It makes you think he doesn’t even realize that he’s taking his time to smell them either— lace pressed right up against his nostrils.

You really shouldn’t be surprised, he’s always been kinda nasty like that. Hell, he told you to spit in his mouth the other day when you were riding him on the couch.

“What are you doing?” you ask, more perplexed than anything.

“What?” He stills, your black lace panties still held against his skin. At first, he looks like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But being the man he is, he smiles, and turns it around on you. “Is there something wrong with sniffin’ my girls panties now?”

“What? No? I never said that,” you say, erupting into laughter.

“You didn’t have to. Look at the face you’re making right now, you’re looking at me like I’m some fuckin’ freak,” he argues, feigning offense with the little pout slowly growing on his face.

“I’m not!”

“Yeah, right,” he grumbles, tossing the thin material into the washer. "You should be thanking me for washing your clothes right now, not kink shaming me for something everyone does."

"Everyone?"

"Everyone," he continues to double down. "Unless you're some weirdo that doesn't like the way your girl smells."

"I see," you continue to fight a smile. "Glad to know you're enjoying yourself right now."

"I am," he scoffs, plucking another pair from the pile, enjoying the way your face drops from what he says next. "Now fuck off— it's not fun when you're around and judging me for something I caught you doing last week. Yeah. You're not slick, sweetheart— get your filthy ass the fuck out of here."

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⋆˙⟡ TEACH ME, TRAIN ME, GUIDE ME! ♡ ࿐

about ♱ losing your virginity to the experienced lads men!

pairing ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ] x f!r

content warning ♱ virginity loss, slight jealousy/insecurity, a bit of hurt comfort, mentions of blood, possessiveness, slight corruption, innocence kink, body worship, fingering, mentions of oral (f. receiving), heavy pet name usage, unprotected sex, creampie, unrealistic smut, established relationships (except caleb is readers bsf) lowkey plot heavy sorry — MINORS DNI 18+

kit says ♱ so i accidentally made zayne’s angsty … apologies. also this isn’t my best, but i'm still proud of it! i hope everyone enjoys! it’s my longest one so far yayy. feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ

沈星回 ⟢ #XAVIER

your relationship had always been soft—gentle kisses, intertwined hands, quiet nights spent tangled together beneath blankets. it was sweet, almost innocent. but beneath that sweetness, xavier’s been aching for more.

of course, he was patient with you, but in truth, xavier’s waited months for this. for the words to slip out of your mouth so coyly with pretty, innocent doe eyes. for you to look at him the way you are now and say,

“xavie… do you think we could… um,” you can barely say the words, a lump forming in your throat out of sheer mortification. “have sex?” you end on a whisper. 

and xavier’s breath catches instantly, a rush of heat pooling low in his stomach. you’re just so impossibly cute that he wonders how he’s managed to hold himself back for so long without pouncing on you. maybe it’s his hand that has kept him sane this whole time. every night, he’d go back to his place, haunted by your sweet voice and pretty face, and stroke himself for hours thinking about you—thinking about the way your tight walls would wrap around him. thinking about how you wouldn’t know a damn thing. 

“a-are you sure?” he needs confirmation. he needs to hear you say it with no hesitation whatsoever. 

and when you respond with a meek nod and, “i’m sure… you know i’ve never done anything like this before and… i want you to be my first. i trust you.”

xavier sees red. his mind blanks, reason slipping through his fingers as a rush of emotion crashes over him all blurring together until he can’t tell one from the other. maybe you’re wrong to trust him. maybe you should run. 

but xavier controls himself and lets his dreams come true. you’re in his bed, tucked beneath him in cute, mismatched lingerie. it’s your first time, and even as he steadies himself for you, the thought fills him with a quiet, reverent joy. you’re his now, and the moment feels sacred. 

your teeth tug on your bottom lip anxiously as he hovers above you—he knows you’re nervous, but he can’t help but feel elated. he’s claiming you tonight… you’ll be completely and utterly his—the way you were destined to be. 

he preps you extensively—rubbing you over your panties, then slipping his fingers underneath the soaked fabric and playing with your untouched clit then finally pushing a single digit into your warm, velvet walls. and you cry, you sob, you moan, every broken sound is some variation of his name and he almost comes untouched. instead, he adds a second, watching your face scrunch up in pained pleasure. 

he gets you right to the edge and when you’re teetering on your orgasm, he pulls them out. he feels his cock twitch wildly in his all too tight boxers when you cry helplessly. he reminds you that you can’t have your first orgasm like this—that it needs to be on his cock and you just nod dumbly, heating up in shyness all over again. 

your panties are off instantly and his eyes zero in on your drooling cunt, watching your barely stretched hole twitch and beg for his cock. he moans at the sight, pinning your legs open when you try to close them shyly under his intense gaze. “no, honey, keep ‘em open so i can see all of you, yeah?”

you arch your back gasping for something to dull the ache in your pussy, “xavier… please,” 

and he nods, panting. he pulls his boxers down, freeing his cock and letting it slap against his bare abdomen and you choke, eyes widening. he notices immediately and your fear shouldn’t turn him on but it does. so much. 

“you ready f’me, baby?” he asks hotly.

you nod, responding with a watery voice. “yeah, please… wanna be yours, xav,”

and xavier is so scared because the moment his cock presses into you and he feels you stretching around him to take him, he knows he’s going to ruin you. he knows he won’t be able to go slow the way you need him to. especially when you’re losing your innocence right before him. 

he’s groaning, self control fraying at your mewls and sobs. “f-fuck, angel… s’tight. squeezing the fuck out of me. rela—hah! relax.”

and your arousal—brought by his face, his moans, his words, his cock— streams out of you and coats his length allowing him to inch in more and more with every passing second. 

“can-can i keep moving, honey?” he gasps, dick throbbing at the new, tight space. “you okay?”

you nod and he parrots, sliding himself in and feeling you tense underneath him before relaxing—or attempting to. he moans, intertwining your fingers before leaning down to kiss you with such intensity you almost don’t notice that he shoves himself in. 

you almost wouldn’t have had his fat tip not bumped right against your cervix causing a scream to erupt into his mouth. 

xavier falters, the control he’s known for unraveling in an instant. his touch turns desperate, almost trembling, and his words spill out between shallow breaths and sloppy kisses. his hands squeeze yours tight enough to hurt as he attempts to anchor himself. 

he lets you adjust… tries to be patient with you as you make all these cute sounds and whimper out his name while your pussy holds him tight. it’s the least he can do.

but when you give him the okay to move? you almost regret it. he pistons in and out of you, releasing one of your hands to sneak his between your bodies and rub at your clit.

“god, you’re so perfect—ah, my perfect stargirl.” he moans, his abdomen tightening up the same way your pussy does when he flicks at your clit faster and faster. “cum for me, yeah? cum all over me.”

you do just that with a cry of his name and it only triggers his orgasm. you both feel his warm seed filling your cunt and it’s so overwhelming for the both of you—moans of each other’s names and heavy panting before he’s collapsing onto your body. 

you’re his. every single part of you. his sweet girl is finally all his. he mumbles into your neck.

“no one will ever have you like this except for me, okay?”

夏以昼 ⟢ #CALEB

you’ve only ever trusted caleb. he’s instilled the fact that he’ll be the only man in your life—the only man who would never, ever hurt you almost from the moment you met. you hurt yourself? you call caleb. you need a ride because it’s pouring rain and you forgot your umbrella? you call caleb. you need anything at all? you call caleb.

…you want to lose your virginity?

well, who else would you call other than caleb?

you don’t call, but text him—too embarrassed to even say the words out loud—and he’s at your door within the hour, breath uneven, brows drawn tight. there’s confusion in his eyes, maybe even a flicker of anger, but beneath it all, something else you can’t quite name.

he bulldozes his way into your apartment and his voice is low when he speaks. “so… you want to have sex… any particular reason?” no niceties. just straight to the point.

you shut the door and face away from him, timidly responding. “‘m just curious, my girlfriends are always talking about their sex lives and you know i know nothing. i just wanted to get it over with, but with someone i trust… so i wanted it to be you.” you babble anxiously. you turn to see him standing there, tense and unmoving with his hands in his pockets. “is that weird? if it is, then we can just forget it, i’ll ask—”

he cuts you off with haste, gritting his words out. “pips, i swear you better not say you’ll ask someone else.” he stalks towards you and the intensity of his gaze on you has you backing up against the door. “i will take care of you like i always do, isn’t that right, baby?”

baby. caleb has called you that before, but in a degrading, teasing way, but it doesn’t seem like he’s teasing. your breath catches at the foreign name, but you nod anyway. 

but a nod isn’t enough for him, you can see it in his raised, expectant eyebrow. he wants you to say it. he needs to hear you say how much you want him. “yes caleb… yes, please. help me?”

then his lips are on yours and he’s pulling you in for a searing kiss. it’s messy—too full of want to be graceful—and for a fleeting second, you’re grateful it’s him. your caleb, your childhood best friend. the very same caleb who once taught you how to kiss is now the one undoing you with his lips.

and caleb is meticulous. he starts with his head between your thighs, lapping at your messy cunt muttering on and on about how a real man will always eat his pretty girl out before fucking her. he has you falling apart on his mouth, his nose, his fingers—over and over and over until you’re a shaking, writhing mess under him. 

now his cock is rubbing up and down your sensitive slit, coating himself in your slick while you twitch and pant. he’s holding onto every bit of self restraint he has left. “tell me what to do, baby.”

you don’t know how, but your pussy craves something it's never had. craves the weight of his thick cock. especially when he presses the bulbous tip of his cock at your entrance. “please… put it inside me. need you to fuck me ple—ah!”

you’re cut off again by the painful stretch of his length finally pressing into you. his thumb catches your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud as a ploy to distract you from the way he rips you apart, but with his size? there’s nothing that can take your mind off the pain. 

you sob and he moans at the sound… the feeling. there’s a lump in his throat almost like he could cry. he’s wanted this for years. he’s wanted to make you his for fucking lifetimes and now he finally has you. he’ll never give you away to any man after today. you’re his forever. 

“hurts…” you whisper, tears free falling from your tightly shut eyes.

his entire body goes rigid as he twitches beneath your vice like velvet walls. “shhh, i know, baby, i know,” he coos, but even his voice is shaky. then he notices the blood, further confirmation that he’s your first… your only. “fuck, i’m almost in, okay? gonna make it feel s’good for ya, promise.”

you nod, breathing the way he instructs you to, discerning every inch that fills your cunt. then he bottoms out, his tip nestled so deep that you feel him everywhere. 

you gasp, “f-fuck, caleb!” your shaking hand splays over your stomach, pressing down and feeling the evidence of him. you find yourself loving the pressure of him inside of you and your body needs more. you know it’s greedy and you probably should let your body adjust to his thick length, but you can’t wait. “more, need more. you promised you’d make me feel good,” you pant. “so please move,”

he laughs incredulously, backing out of your heat just to shove himself back in. “gonna drive me crazy, pips… gonna make me make this pretty pussy mine.” 

and you squeeze him so tight, branding the shape of him into you. because you’ve longed to hear those words from him and you had a slight inkling that he’d been waiting just as long to say them to you. 

your body tightens, a familiar tension coiling deep inside you. it’s a sensation you’ve only felt a handful of times before—all consuming—until the ache in your belly blooms into something electric, something that borders on euphoric. the testimony slips past your lips as a moan as you feel yourself unravelling around him. “caleb…fuck! i-it’s yours… always been yours.”

“that’s right, baby, all fuckin’ mine.”

秦彻 ⟢ #SYLUS

you’ve never given much thought to sylus’s previous relationships. you know he’s experienced. he knows how to kiss you, knows how to eat you out and he knows how to make you cum and cry and everything in between. you also know that kind of experience doesn’t just come out of nowhere. as much as you like to believe sylus was simply born perfect, you know better. someone else must’ve come before you—someone he learned with, practiced with—long before he ever fell in love with you.

the thought of sylus being intimate with someone else left a sour taste in your mouth and made your stomach sink. it’s irrational—you’re hyper aware of that, but it can’t be helped. there’s a big possibility that he was, like you assumed, born perfect and you’re his first partner, but there’s no way to know unless you ask.

so you ask, bold and brave at first but when he gives you a sheepish look, you falter and it’s obvious that his non-committal answer hurts you, even if it’s only a little. 

“sweetie, why does it matter if i’ve had prior partners? none of them could ever hold a candle to you.” he confirms, voice so matter of fact.

there’s still a flicker of hurt in your eyes when you look up at him. “how can you be so confident when we’ve never even had sex? what if all the girls you fucked in the past are a million times better than i am?”

he gives you a look you can’t discern before his hands cup your cheeks, squishing them and laying a chaste kiss lips on your puckered lips. “because i love you, sweet girl. not for your body or for your face— even though i believe you’re the most gorgeous person alive—but for who you are and how alive you make me feel.” and every word rolls off his tongue so confidently, so reassuringly. “sex doesn’t matter to me. i could go lifetimes without it as long as i get to be with you.”

and his words are all the justification you need. you’ve been saving yourself—holding yourself back for the right person, the one who makes you feel safe, seen, understood. sylus has never given you a reason to doubt that it’s him. he’s the one you trust, the one you love. your one. your only. 

you gulp before inhaling sharply and letting a surge of confidence take you over. you push him onto his bed and straddle him, movements a little uncoordinated, but he steadies you like he always does. “don’t want you to go lifetimes without it… i wanna do it.” you whisper. “i want to go all the way.”

he searches your eyes for even the slightest bit of hesitation, but you stand firm on your decision. it makes his cock harden beneath you, digging into your clothed core. you grind against him gently, inconsistently as extra confirmation that you want him and his breath hitches. 

now you’re on top of him, his warm, tender hands rubbing up and down your sides as you hover over his cock. he’s prepped you, of course. sylus spent eons prying you open so you could take him… but he’s still huge and you’re still too tight. 

he looks up and your chest heaving as your arousal drips down his tip. he murmurs to you, “go as slow as you want, baby. we can stop when—shit.” 

he’s immediately cut off by your tight heat stretching over his mushroom head, trapping him there as a moan rips through you. it hurts, he knows it does. his size is one of the other main reasons you avoided having sex. he was just too big. 

“fuck, ease up, sweetie. ‘s gonna hurt if you keep squeezing me like that.” his voice is gravelly, practically a grunt. “let me open you up.”

you nod, determined to keep going, your breaths coming out in shaky rhythm as sylus steadies you with soft praise and gentle murmurs. his words wrap around you like a warm embrace, and with every one, arousal gushes out of you—spilling over, pooling down to where you’re joined, until all you can feel is him.

“you’re taking me so well, baby,” he says, squeezing your hips and pulling himself up to smother his face against your tits. “there’s no one but you. never going to be anyone but you. understand?”

you cry, sliding yourself all the way down until he’s bottomed out inside of you. “yes, all mine,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling so full of his cock and love that you forget about the ache and the pressure. you can only think about him being lodged against your sweet spot causing a knot to quickly form in your stomach, both ends of the sting pulling tighter and tighter until…

snap!

and your eyes are rolling back, your head rids of every word just to cling onto his name in which you repeat like a prayer over and over and over. your pussy convulses, walls spasming as you become mush in his arms. 

sylus resorts to his default smug smile, pulling away from your breasts to look at you, his crimson eyes gleaming with mirth. “you just came from putting my cock inside you, sweetheart.”  

it’s not a question, it’s a statement. a fact, at that. you whimper, nodding, before raising your hips that still have a tremor from your orgasm and sliding back down. 

“w-want you… t’give me everything, sy.” you whimper, digging your nails into his pale shoulders, leaving red crescent shapes in their wake. “want you s’bad it hurts.” he laughs breathily, heart pounding and blood thrumming beneath his skin. “whatever you want, sweetie. it’s yours—i’m yours. take as much as you want.”

黎深 ⟢ #ZAYNE

there’s nothing you want more than zayne to fuck you. yes, you were a virgin, that much was clear, but that never meant you didn’t get urges. you fantasized about zayne for years before he finally asked you out. you refused to go on dates, you refused to kiss other men and you most certainly rejected any advances that were made on you—you could’ve lost your virginity if you really wanted to, but above all, you only wanted one man to have it. your man.  

but even after several weeks of being his girlfriend, he still denies you. he can’t seem to bring himself to go past third base with you. he’ll kiss you, play with your tits, and fuck you with his fingers, but the second you mention going all the way, his hands are off you like he’s been burned. 

you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting. you always knew he was experienced—he was humble about his ability to work a woman’s body—but that only made his hesitation more confusing. why did he pull away whenever sex with you came up? why did he act like the thought of being with you in the most intimate way possible was something he had to avoid?

you tried so hard not to let it show, to pretend his distance didn’t bother you—but tonight, you’re at your breaking point. the ache for him is one you can feel in your cunt and deep in your bones, a slow, relentless burn that pulls every buried feeling to the surface. all the want you’ve swallowed down for years, all the insecurity and fear you’ve tried to bite back—they’re rising now, thick in your throat, threatening to spill out of your mouth if he didn’t finally fuck you. 

but he refuses, once again with a flicker of guilt in his eyes as he pulls his fingers out of you sopping, needy pussy. “not tonight,” he says thickly. 

and you can’t help it. the tears blurring everything until the warmth of the moment feels cold. what started as pleasure twists into something raw and aching. “do you just not want me or something?” you whisper, words broken and zayne freezes, heart splintering at the sound. “i’ve wanted you for so long, zayne. i’ve liked you since i could even process what the feeling was.”

“sweetheart—”

“i saved everything for you…all my firsts like a fucking idiot on the off chance that you would finally see me, and you would want me… and then i got so lucky and you did want me,” you say, tearily. “at least i thought you did, but now i try to give you all of me and you repeatedly reject me. so what is it, zayne? do you want me or not because i only want to be with someone who does.”

his voice is tight when he responds, hazel jade eyes going dark. “i’ve always wanted you. i’ve never wanted anyone the way i want you and it scares me.” he whispers, sounding pained. “i do want you, sweetheart… more than that, i need you. every fiber of my being needs you and i can’t control it. it’s why i keep saying no… i just can’t bear to lose control and hurt you. your first time deserves to be perfect.”

your breath hitches at his words, pussy weeping at the idea of zayne losing control. you want that. desperately. you take his hands and place them on your thighs, “hurt me, i don’t care. just please… give it to me, zayne.”

and all the self control he’s built over the years dissipates in an instant. his lips are on yours, tongues and teeth clashing with a mixture of spit coating your chins. zayne is both rough and gentle with his movements, hands squeezing at any bit of your flesh he can grab. he’s in between your legs in no time with his cock in his hand, pumping himself and watching how you admire him in awe. 

“tell me,” he pants. “please, sweetheart. tell me how bad you want it.” 

you whimper and shoot him pleading eyes. “i need it s’bad. need you, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

zayne wouldn’t even dream of making you wait. he takes a few deep breaths before pushing into you, instantly met with resistance. you gasp and wince at the stretch, but you welcome the pain and the pressure of him because you’ve dreamed of this for what feels like an eternity. 

you tell him to move despite the evidence of blood and the obvious pain you’re enduring. he’s hesitant, he always is when it comes to intimacy, but you’re convincing when you want to be and, at the end of the day, he could never truly deny you. 

and so he moves, stretching you open, splitting you on his cock while he tries his damndest to keep from completely losing it and fucking you stupid. the truth is, it’s taking everything out of him to be a good man to you. to be the man you deserve. 

luckily, it doesn’t take long for you to adjust to the foreign feeling and the discomfort—slowly, but surely it turned into something tolerable then finally, the feeling of immense pleasure. especially when you snake a hand between your bodies and play with your clit… just like you used to when you would fantasize about this moment. 

you can see zayne is holding back, with his set jaw and his eyes squeezed shut, but that’s the last thing you want.

“don’t hold back, zayne.” you moan and he responds with something short of a whimper. a noise that sounds like it begrudgingly crawled out of his throat. 

“i love you,” he heaves, the words strained like it’s taking everything not to ravage you. he didn’t want to say it like this, but he’s overwhelmed by you—your pussy, your pretty face, your even prettier sounds. he can’t help but let the words he’s been holding onto for so long spill out of him. “love you. i’ve loved you for so long… ‘m sorry for hurting you, sweetheart. so, so sorry.” he falls on top of you, tearing up with his head in the crook of your neck while he continues to thrust into you at a steady pace. 

you wrap your legs around him, drawing him in closer. “and i love you so much,” you whisper, heart in your throat. “i want you to show me. let go and love me the way you want. you won’t hurt me.” 

祁煜 ⟢ #RAFAYEL

the early days of your relationship with rafayel were rocky. you wanted him—god, you wanted him more than anything—but every time your intimacy got too intense, you’d pull away. you’d mumble some excuse about having to go, or pretend something suddenly needed your attention.

you saw the disappointment flicker across his face each time, that quiet look he never dared to question, and it tore you apart because you knew it was killing him. you could see the want… the need for you in his eyes, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to allow things to move further.

it was a cruel loop—you wanted him, you wanted sex with him, but fear always won. fear that you’d be horrible at it, that he’d see you differently, that once you crossed that line, he wouldn’t look at you with the same softness anymore. that he wouldn’t think you were his pretty girl anymore. 

but your distance is wearing him down. rafayel’s trying to be patient, but you can feel it—the way he’s unraveling, the way he wishes he could just crawl into your head and understand what’s holding you back.

rafayel doesn’t do well with distance. he’s prone to spiraling and losing every ounce of inspiration without you, and you’re the rock that steadies him. he needs you, so he invites begs you to come over and your guilt has you obliged. 

but when you arrive and see his entire home lit with candles, you feel your palms clam up and your throat get dry. you blurt your insecurities before he has the chance to even greet you. 

“i want to, ahem… have sex… with you,” you start, awkwardly, cringing at yourself. “but i… can’t. because i don’t think you’ll like having sex with me.”

his brows draw in and a small scowl rests on his face. “you think i wouldn’t like having sex with you? the love and light of my life?” 

“well… yeah?” you say, shrinking under his scrutiny. “what if… i’m too awkward or i’m not actually as pretty as you think i am? i don’t… i don’t want you to not like it. does that make sense?”

“no,” he says flatly. “you know i think you’re the prettiest princess in the world and sea, nothing underneath your clothes could change the way i feel about you. i’m offended you’d think i’m that shallow.” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “you trust me, don’t you?”

you nod slowly, “more than anything.”

“then let me show you how much i adore and worship you.” 

and rafayel is so slow and gentle when he cradles your face and pecks your lips. so tender when he coaxes your mouth open so he can push his tongue in. so sweet when he’s guiding you into his bedroom without pulling away from you. 

your clothes disappear before you can realize it, save for your bra and panties. you feel the need to cover up, feeling overly exposed and vulnerable before him and his darkening eyes. your arms cross over your breasts and stomach and he shakes his head, peeling your hands away from your body and pinning them above your head. 

“don’t… don’t hide from me. i think you’re perfect, you’re so pretty.” he murmurs, keeping your hands above your head before he’s pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck and down your chest. his free hand tugs at your bra until your breasts spill out and his mouth finds your tight, peaked nipple. 

you gasp, arching your back to which he chuckles. “i think your body wants me, princess.”

and it does. he can feel just how badly when his mouth trails down further and finds your cunt dripping through your panties. 

as much as rafayel wants to eat your pretty pussy till you’re squirming and gushing, his cock begs for attention. instead, he pushes his finger into you, stretching you slowly before adding a second finger. he watches you wince and hears your sharp gasp with every little movement. when he deems you ready, he pulls out, watching your pussy gape and hearing your little cry at the loss of contact.

he sits back, little purple strands sticking to his forehead as the heat in the room seems to rise. “we can still stop if you really want to, but i—i need you to tell me now, because…” you notice the way he twitches in his pants and you’re mesmerized by his full body shudder. “i need you… and i won’t be able to stop once i get inside of you.”

you shake your head, meekly. “n-no… i want you.”

it’s the only confirmation he needs before he’s freeing himself from the confines of his pants and you from your uncomfortably sopping panties, tossing everything to the side.

he lines himself up with your drooling hole, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your slit. then he takes a breath and pushes inside your warm, wet walls, and the room is immediately filled with the sounds of your mixed whines. 

s length has your fingers clutching the sheets, knuckles losing color as the fabric threatens to tear beneath your grip. “raf,” you sob, voice breaking as your mouth falls open and your eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed by the way he fills you.

“does it—fuck, cutie, you’re so fucking tight. gosh, y-you’re gonna ruin me,” he pushes in further, thankful that you’re honey like arousal makes it easier to slip in. “does it hurt? you–you’d tell me, right?”

“f-feels strange… but it doesn’t hurt.” you pant, feeling more and more full with every inch he pushes inside of you. “i’ll tell you if it hurts, just… keep going.”

it’s all the encouragement he needs to sink the rest of the way in, eyes locked on the way you take him—slowly, completely—until there’s nothing left between you. until his skin is against yours and you’re so full of him that he’s all you can think about. 

“you don’t know how long i’ve waited to have you like this.” he murmurs, pulling out before shoving himself back inside. “my pretty girl. you’re finally all mine.”

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[tonycries]

TEARS

Synopsis. First time trying to get you pregnant? You’re lucky it’s only one (for now.)

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, bréeding, matíng presses, creampíes, cúmplay, they’re FÉRAL, spítting, manhandIing, p sIapping, p talking, marathons, overstím, making them whímper, CEO!Nanami, good husbands, rough s, fuIl neIsons, Unckuna, GOJO’S POWERS, breaking the bed, running from it, mentions of kids, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. HEHEHEH

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Run!

You’re clawing at the mahogany headboard above you, you’re fisting your dampened sheets. You’re dragging your nails down Toji’s muscular back and the only thing he does is snicker-

“Heh, don’t run, doll. Come back-” You gulp- something he feels under his palm as he grips onto your pretty throat and draaaaags you back into him. Into his hips.

Your overworked bed frame creaks as he’s back to slipping his swollen shaft between your folds. So thick n’ hot—Toji feels you clenching ‘round him and he grins, such a devilish smile. He squeezes your airway when your mouth drops open in a silent moan. “Don’t wanna wake the kids now, do we?”

“N-no…” You’re furiously shaking your head.

Trying your very best to stay quiet with Megumi and Tsumiki down the hall, and Toji right here trying to give them a younger sibling.

Aching till he gives them a younger sibling- “Mmm, d’you want a girl or a boy, mama?”

“Wh-wha–oh fuck.” As if it was even possible, your maw gapes further ajar- maybe at the feeling of him sinking inside even deeper, maybe the feeling of his thick cock bulging even further at his own line of questioning. The mere thought.

But Toji’s taking it all in stride, he’s peering over in his rude mating press so he can purse his scarred lips. Spitting in-between you wobbly lips, “Mmm, does that help, doll?” 

And each of his thrusts strike the very end of your pussy, so hard that your head simply can’t stop bobbing and nodding. The sheer recoil. 

“Yeah? It does?” He’s teasing anyway, fully knowing the effect he has on you. Toji then hunches back ever-so-slightly, doing the same with your thoroughly wet pussy and listening as your squelching slurps grow even louder after each one of his thrusts. “Mhmmm, worked here, too. Now why don’t you- hah, answer my question, huh? Both of you?”

Both you and your sultry pussy.

You were just ruined. “What question- oh, fuck-” Just because your voice was pitching up shrilly, he’s tightening his hold on your neck. 

Planting out a few more solid bashes against your tiniest orifices inside before hissing. “Awww, c’mon- don’t wanna let them hear, remember?” Toji had dipped his voice into something so low, just for you to hear. “Shhhh, my wife. Quiet.”

“Q-quiet.” You nod.

“Cute.” He whispers out, almost like he didn’t mean to. And then Toji’s bludgeoning out a few loooong sloppy drags against your walls, his sappy precum pouring out in waves- he fills you up from the inside and makes it impossible to ignore the sinful noises emanating from your cunt.

Squeezing your throat as if that’ll help- more like he was trying not to fucking cum just from the sheer noises. Holding himself together. His other hand gropes the side of your hips and pulls you back, “Now- quietly, tell me what you want—girl or boy?”

Sobbing, “I don’t- I don’t even-”

“No preference?” He raises a dark brow, hips hitting yours with the pointed smack of skin-on-skin. Hard enough that the skin everywhere on his toned pelvis reddened. Stinging.

And then with a few more vulgar thrusts that leave you completely dumbified, he’s turning his partly-closed eyes down to your glistening wet pussy. Your folds all coated in a sheen of syrup, pried apart as he drills in his girth maddeningly. “Then, what about you, cutie?”

“Wh-who…” It takes you a few sultry seconds to realize that he’s talking down to your pussy. Nodding along to each slurp and clamp like he knew exactly what the puffy core in-between your legs was talking about.

And that’s when Toji chuckles with another wad of his glittery spit hitting your cunt, slipping down as he hums. “She told me she wanted both, mama.”

He sounded so utterly proud of that fact.

And he was fucking you like it, too. Just rough, hard pushes of his crowned cock that make you clench your teeth. Sweat glides down the side of his temple as he jostles you deeper into the mating press, his forehead sticking to yours, shaggy bangs tickling your skin.

Toji’s long, pinkish tongue slips out to lick at the salty dewdrops of tears streaming out of your eyes, and he murmurs. “Then I’ve- hah, I’ve gotta give my lovely wife what she wants, hm? Gotta fuck twins into her now?”

“Sh-shit—” You’re whining out, holding onto the front of your core as you feel heated sparks start to make their way through your every vein. “Twins- oh.”

“Mhm-” And if this was any other moment then he’d be teasing you on just how cute you were when you were dumbified like this. Speechless. “Two of them- gotta make- make Megs a big brother, huh?” Toji spits between your lips in an open-mouthed kiss and rams his bulged, red tip into you so deeply, bottoming out against your cervix and still pushin’ like he wanted to go even deeper. “Two of them…for now.”

“What do you mean f-for now?” You’re squealing stupidly, feeling his prominent veins zig-zag across your g-spot. Making you see white like it took absolutely no effort. 

And you didn’t have to think about anything else, of course.

Toji smiles, his overlarge palm pressing down on your front to keep you still as he pumps out one- two- three more thudding hits to both your g-spot and your cervix. And that’s just about all it takes for you to plummet into your high, seeing white - and you’re unsure whether it’s from the raw force of your high, or from Toji’s own splattering orgasm.

He’s shoving his lengthy cock in deep, keeping his geysering orifice angled straight into your womb as he streams out in ivory syrup. Looooooong gluey ribbons that splash ‘round your insides, creating a sticky white layer. 

And you’re just fucked - literally. 

Through each peak of your high, again and again he pinpoints your most tender crevices just so you’re shaking and cute under his touch. His mating press that he’s slouching you into, his muscular weight leaning in, panted breath scorching the side of your ears.

You could feel Toji stuffing you full all the way to the brim, his probing cock scouring your every hidden spot.

“It m-means, doll-” His voice wavers, and by the dazed look in his eyes, you’re unsure whether he’s talking to you or your pussy still. Thrusting, barely even pulling out, “-that twins are gonna be the last of what you hafta worry about.”

And as he starts sloppily increasing his pace, his palm rovers over to cover your whiny mouth. Before any of your older kids could hear. “So how ‘bout we try for triplets, hm?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Dad(dy) material.

“Fuck, darling…” Nanami’s stern lips tremble, and a slick line of drool drips lecherously from one end. 

You don’t think he even notices it as he’s slapping the reddened, bulbous end of his cock down between your pussylips. Just letting the creamy liquid of his cum pour out and slide between your folds, “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

And, really, what were you doing to him?

It’d been an off-hand mention of it- honestly. Just a half-joke that his employees had been wondering out loud to you when their all-serious, all-sensible CEO might be having kids. How soft he’d be.

And you can’t deny that the idea intrigued you, as well…

So that’s how you found yourself bent into the meanest mating press possible underneath him. One wooden leg of your bed nearly sagging on one side after so many hours that he had you pliably taking his big, fat cock. 

“Oh- oh, I know.” He puffs out through the cracked line of mouth, “You’re gonna make me a daddy aren’t you, my wife?” Just talking so filthy.

“I- shit, so that’s what-”

Breathily, “Mhm, m’fucking addicted. Forgive me, my love. But it seems I can’t- stop-”

And once again and again, he’s pumping out a slippery sheen of his ivory syrup. Coating your pussy from both the inside and the outside before his bulging cockhead starts sinking in again.

“O-oh my god, it feels so—” You’re whining out at how good it feels, just the sheer stretch of his wide circumference rendering your head all dizzy. You claw down Nanami’s muscular back with your head thrown back lewdly, “-shit, are you sure it hasn’t taken yet, Kento?”

“No-” No, he wasn’t sure. Fuck, he doesn’t know if he can even think right now- but his pure, animal instincts just kept on telling him to shovel his rude cock back into your treacly orifice.

He wanted to mold his pure size into you bashin’ against the spongy layer of your cervix until you swear you could feel him poking near your damn lungs. Nanami gulps, pushing up his fogged glasses to see you better. “And neither one of us are walkin’ out of here until it does. I apologize if it gets a little…rough.”

“I already think it’s more than rough right now, ngh—” You sob, your tongue simmering with saliva as he pushes in. 

“Oh yeah?” And if you didn’t know any better than you’d have said that your husband almost sounded proud about that fact. “So does that mean you can take even more, darling…?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, “Wh-what do you mean- oh.”

Then Nanami’s flipping the two of you over so that his ripped body is laid out on his back. Your unstable legs straddling his waist, your glistening cunt leaving a snailtrail of slick n’ cum that makes both of you shiver. Dripping wet. Overspilling. 

And before you can get out another word - another syllable - he’s fucking up into you from beneath. Long, dragging glides of his veiny shaft up n’ down your walls- “Dinner-” He pecks your lips sweetly, “-and a show, hm?”

You sob, your voice hitching at the back of your throat at the way his plump, puckered cockhead was scouring every inch inside you. Harder. Faster. “Sh-shit you’re reaching even deeper like this, baby.”

“I know.” Nanami gruffly responds- another innocent kiss, another bash of his rock-hard cock. And his roughened palm slides down your front, almost as if he was soothing the mess he’s making of you from the inside, from above. “Tha’s the entire point, my wife. And you can, mmm, take it, right? You can t-take my cock?”

“I- oh.”

“Yeahhhh, of course you can. Don’t tap out yet, darling. If we really wan’ our daughter—” He’s cooing, pressing down lightly on the inflated bulge he’d fucked into you. Your puffy pussy was just sopping wet, “Look, she’s almost there. Just gotta give me a daughter, honey. Just oooone more f’me, alright?”

“O-one?”

“Mhm—”

At that point you can only bawl out your noises of pleasure, Nanami Kento had made you orgasm for each and every round he’d spent trying to breed your pretty cunt.

And he’s not going to let that stop.

He’s thrusting his plump cock up into you even harder, he’s muttering underneath his breath fucking baby names as he did so. He’s letting your ajar maw bite down onto one of his strong, veined forearms, muffling out. “Please- one more o-one more-”

Again and again.

As Nanami spurts out a milky line of precum that dribbles into your womb, you’re feeling yourself topple over the edge- a high that you didn’t even see coming. 

And you ride out your wave of bliss as best you can on top of him. Of course, your husband’s always there to help, too– always there to push his blushin’ tip against your sweetest spots, always dragging out your zapping high with his strokes.

But your poor pussy was so overstimulated by this point that this high doesn’t last as long as your first few did. Just a startling flash of euphoria that leaves your thighs quaking in its aftermath.

You blink down tearily just in time to catch the way that Nanami’s lips gape, all your clenching n’ trembling having left your pussy sploshing out a few of the wads of cum he’d fucked in before. He rovers his thumb down the line of your slit, pushing a few of them in, hooking the edge inside and making your head throw back.

“Well…” He starts off- and not only is he making your ears buzz with his filthy promises, Nanami pounds up into you at an even more accelerating pace of his pummeling length. He reaches over in mere nanoseconds towards your bedside table. Quickly producing his formal work tie that he uses to pin your wrists back, tying.

“I can’t promise that it’ll be only one more.” Nanami puffs out in confession, pussydrunken eyes nearly fluttering shut, cock flinching. Still rock-hard. “How about…two kids, my darling?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - HARD

Geto Suguru was fucking you hard.

Rough.

And you didn’t know what to do other than smack your hand down on the top of your bed’s headboard and hold on for dear life. A thin layer of perspiration on your skin leaving you slippin’ with your grip.

You try to hike your thighs up higher, almost as if in an attempt to run from the bludgeoning fatness of his girth. All slicked up with syrup n’ cum from the rounds prior and pushing against your every drivelling orifice-

“Ah ah-” Geto’s thoroughly hoarse voice from above echoes against your ears, enough to send shivers skittering down your spine before he’s attaching one hand to your throat and pulling you back. “Where are we going, gorgeous?”

“I don’t-” You’re hiccuping out, sobs cracking at the back of your throat. “I don’t even know-”

He gruffly chuckles, planting his pierced slit all ‘round your insides. That Prince Albert’s piercing of his was just so sinfully cold against your heated insides. “Mhmm, because you’re going nowhere, riiight?” 

“Y-yes- fuck!”

Honestly, it was just so cute how you were fucked dumb after all these hours. After all this time past that one cult meeting where a member had mentioned a successor to the mantle of leader—and, after you, Geto had briefly entertained the idea of…an heir. 

One that was constantly being illustrated in his mind as he’s plummeting his long, veiny cock into you. Such a sloppy staccato that slaps n’ slaps his thighs against yours, his v-line against your ass. 

His reddened tip swabbing wetly across your cervix and- and you could feel him throb primally at the thought of fucking an heir into you. His pretty pink lips curving up into a smile, “Good.” Softly - almost mockingly kissing the side of your head - he whispers. “Because you’re not leaving this bed unless s’carrying my child, my wife.”

Fuck- you two weren’t even married, yet. Merely engaged.

So overstimulated by now that he couldn’t stop himself from babbling, each jackhammer of his more vicious than the last. He sticks his veined shaft against the roof of your cunt and heads directly for your g-spot, where he could feel you clenching after each sloppy drag. 

“Remember- remember, the momma’s gotta cum, too.” Geto giggles out, his long raven hair tickling down your spine. “One more f’me, gorgeous.”

You shrill out, “I don’t- fuck! I don’t even know if I can-”

“And I don’t, either.” That lil’ strawberry-colored divot on the middle of his cockhead flinches, more and more wispy strings of precum pouring out each second. 

But that didn’t stop him. Wouldn’t.

And his extended, slender fingerpads slide between your wet pussylips. Latching onto your sensitive clit, he rolls his thumb over it a few times- sending sparks simmering from between your jittery legs. “But that’s not gonna stop me. C’mon, gorgeous, don’t you wanna make me a daddy?”

“I-I—”

“Don’t you wanna give me a lil’ daughter that looks juuuust like you?” He’s spitting from between the gaps of his snarl. “A lil’ cutie to spoil? To doll up? To cook for? To take to school while you rest, my wife?”

You’re moaning, bulbous tears streaming down your cheeks at this point from how roughly you were being manhandled underneath him. How much of his cum was sploshing ‘round inside. How sensitive you were. 

Geto has one hand on your hips to help you fuck back into him after the recoiling force of his thrusts, his other holding onto your neck and further dragging you backwards. Further tuggin’ on your limp body so he can let your maw hang ajar, so he can spit. “S-so that—” He grunts, as if he was continuing his conversation from just earlier, as if you weren’t just dizzy on his cock already. Limbs twitching. “-so that your husband can come home then n’...fuck another one into you?”

He was just so filthy.

And maybe it’s his words, maybe it’s the way he’s fucking you precisely like he means those words- but you’re then bursting into your nth high of the night.

So ruined on his aching, raving cock that you can’t do anything but whimper out a little- “Y-yes, please- yes…fuck! M’cumming.” You’re sobbing as you do so, the peaks of your orgasm feeling more like sudden surges of electricity.

Just mere tingles by now—but they take over your clouded mind so sinfully that you barely even notice the way that Geto’s cumming, too.

The curvaceous edge of his crown flinches just a bit, puckered up against the very door to your womb as he reaches his orgasm. Twitching once. Twice. Thrice. Before his shaft lets out nothing but the tiniest white droplet of cum - Geto Suguru was cumming dry.

And he was losing his mind over the fact.

One hand of his lifting off of your neck and slithering down to his heavy, oversensitive balls. He’s massaging them lightly, just squeezing out any drop of his sappy seed he could into your cunt. 

Unable to fill you up, he stirs around his clingy wads of cum from before. Coating your cute innards in a gloss of white, Geto groans, “Milked me all dry, didn’t you? Fuh-fuck, we really are gonna make such a cute lil’ daughter, gorgeous.”

And then he’s pulling out with the loudest, more lecherous squelch that you’ve ever heard in your life. 

Quickly plugging up your tired orifice with his fingerpads as he flips you over with one hand. Geto pushes back in the sheeny film of slick n’ cum that dribbled out of your pussy, and then throws your legs over his broad, muscular shoulders.

Your thighs against his washboard abs, his pecs. Your knees hitting your sore tits.

You’ve barely enough brain cells at the moment to realize that Geto had pushed you into a damn mating press. 

And you swear your skin gets hit with a barrage of his too-sensitive tears. His lips softly pecking yours, he swabs his overstimulated cock back inside. Inside and inside, he fills you up filthily with his glazed length- so long that it’s like he was never-ending.

One of his palms comes down to lovingly pat your tummy- now inflated with so much cum filled up. Smirking, “But I g-guess there’s only one way to make sure, huh, my wife?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “B-breeding kink?”

Your boyfriend stares up at you cutely; his long lashes blinking, just the top half of his face visible over where he’d stuffed himself in your tits, body draped above.

“Mhmmm—” You’re purring out- and maybe it’s the tone of your voice, maybe it’s the way you’re staring at him, but he simply can’t help but rut his half-hardened cock against your thighs already. “I think you have a breeding kink, Cho.”

A furious blush coats his handsome cheekbones, “Of course not.” He mumbles, staring away as he’s brushin’ his bulged erection against your wetting core. “So are you saying I want to b-breed you…?”

“Exactly.”

“That’s ridiculous, baby.” Grumbling, he’s pushing himself further into your mounds of flesh. Letting his spit-drivelled mouth open up to catch on one of your nipples and suck. “I don’t want to get you…well, I wouldn’t mind…if I did, ngh-”

“F-fuck, Choso.” You’re whining, feeling his heated length start twitching wildly against your entrance.

And he’s still babbling away to himself, still unaware- “Though, I do want kids, I…” Moving on pure animal instinct. “I would then hafta fuck this pretty pussy all p-pregnant first, wouldn’t I?” 

And before you know it (before even he knows it) he’s just barely smearin’ apart your panties- and with it, your puffy folds. Letting the large, bulbous end of his shaft ease inside with a sigh. 

It’s just so natural having his incredible size fill you up like this, and you can feel your thighs quiver. Hips starting to buck for more n’ more friction that he easily stops with a hand running down your front. 

Feeling for his thick cylindrical outline as he sinks iiiiiinside–“Y-you, oh.” And then Choso’s snapping his woozy head down to stare at just how glistening wet you were just from the conversation prior. Jus thow rock-fucking-hard he was. “This doesn’t prove, ngh, anything…”

“Mhmm—” You’re fluttering your lashes up at him, just the way he likes.

And oh, if you were going to play it that way then he could, too. Suddenly thrusting in just a few more of his solid inches, his puckered cockhead swabs your gooey insides and leaves you reeling.

“S-see?” Choso wrenches out a primal groan from the back of his throat, pushin’ your pussylips so far apart to take his sheer girth that it makes you whine. The sheer raw stretch making you see stars. “I don’t have a ngh, breeding kink.” 

His hand then flattens down further on top of your stomach, putting pressure on where his ruddied, swollen shaft was spearing through. “I don’t wanna f-fill you up until it-” Harder. “-leaks out of you. I don’t wanna-”

You nearly don’t hear the rest of his sentence because he’s hitting you with a sloppy jackhammer so hard that it makes your eardrums pop! 

But, luckily for you, it seemed that Choso was struggling, too. Having trouble enunciating his words so he had to gnaw down on the insides of his cheek to murmur, “-don’t wanna kiss that pretty womb of yours with my, mmm, cock.” Faster. His heavy balls clench, “Don’t wanna give you a kid or two or four or…” And a thin line of drool slides down the side of his lips. “Seven.”

Seven?

And it felt like Choso was completely and utterly pussydrunk by now.

Not even bottomed-out yet, but he was still probin’ into you again and again with his rapid, aching half-thrusts. Like every second he wasn’t inside you hurt him, and so the only thing he could do was to push apart your sheeny thighs further and let his flared cocktip kiss every ounce of your insides. 

You put your hands on top of where one of his was mapping out his mazin’ girth, on top of your tummy. And that makes him think…

Every cubic centimeter of his scraping with his puffy veins - somehow needier than usual for some reason - and it made his mind wander to an image of you all round n’ glowing with pregnancy.

With his kid.

“F-fuck.”

Choso’s husky voice breaks, and you think that you might as well. Because in that very moment he’s slamming his toned hips into yours, explosive, just like the way he’s hitting the back of your syrupy pussy with a sudden pap! of skin-on-skin.

Bottomed-out.

Filling you out

Cumming—and he doesn’t know whether it’s from having all your velvety walls surrounding every inch of him, or whether he was simply too far gone on the thought of breeding you all sloppy. But he thinks he’s squirting out the hardest orgasm of his entire life, and he’s not even stopping to register it for longer than a split-second before he’s fucking every creamy wad inside you.

Again and again.

His slick, slobbering orifice sticks into your tiniest crevices and fills them up with so much of his ivory syrup. And each time you’re trying to bounce your hips upwards to meet him, Choso only pins you down and makes you take it.

Every single drop. 

“Fine, m-maybe-” He sheepishly whines out, and you catch one side of his puffy lips tilt upwards. And almost as if to muffle his embarrassment, he throws himself back in-between the valley of your tits. “Maybe I do have a breeding kink, baby.” He admits.

That was understating it.

He was fucking you like he’s trying to leave you speechless, leave you pregnant. With his veiny cock swatting every side of your walls and stirring your sweet insides, he’s bruising himself against the doorway to your womb.

And oh- you’re suddenly realizing that the way he’s suckling on your sensitive areolas might not be out of shyness after all. But rather a temptation to see whether he’d be able to draw milk.

“T-told you so—” You’re mewling out through the slight gasps and spanks of his cock thrashing against your cervix. “Told you you have a breeding kink, baby.”

His furious cock twitches at the very words. The entire length of him stuffing you so good that you were overspilling gluey white ringlets of his own cum.

Ones that he can’t stand to see go to waste.

Ones that he’s reaching down to plug back in with his doughy fingertips, Choso brushes his ringed digits against your clit just as he does so. “So…about those seven kids, my baby…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - UNC?!

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t think it would affect him so much.

In fact, he didn’t even think it would affect him at all. Why should it?

It was just your average stroll in your average store on an average day babysitting that damn brat (Yuji.) That’s when an elderly couple had cooed at your ‘little family’ and told Sukuna that his ‘son’ looked just like him…

…and that’s when Sukuna nearly left Yuji at the store to drag you home- dropping the kid off at Jin’s before he hauled you back to your apartment, splintered the door with how fast he shut it, pushed you down on the fucking threshold right then and there.

“F-fuck, ngh-” You’re gasping, your fingers gripping the carpeted floor as he’s nudgin’ aside your skirt and panties. “Kuna, what’s gotten into- hngh.” And whatever sentence on the tip of your tongue withers at the feeling of him spitting out a fat wad of saliva that slicks down your pussylips. 

Smearin’ it right down your crevice before he leans in- washboard abs against your back, mouth by your ear. “Nothing.” The globed end of his rock-hard cock kissing your entrance wetly.

Just loooong slips n’ slides that make you moan at the feeling of his wet precum webbing up your orifice. “B-but it can’t be nothing because you’re so-”

“S-said it’s nothing, brat.” And, oh, did he just stutter? 

You have no clue- because the very next moment, Sukuna’s shoving in the throbbing girth of his cock. Letting his plump, creaming tip swab its way through your insides, he’s so damn swollen with need that your walls stretch out maddeningly.

And, before you know it, he’s drilling into you like a madman.

“Oh- oh-” The side of your cheek presses against the floor, spit drooling out in a puddle underneath. And each time he’s carressin’ your soft walls with his veins it makes your voice whimper out shrilly. “No something’s- hck! something’s happened-”

“Nothing’s happened…” He’s groaning out, forcefully pressing his weight into you from behind so that his honed divot drags across the roof of your cunt n’ splits you greedily open.

Fuck- he could feel just how wet you were getting with how much deeper he went. Even deeper.

Again and again.

Long, rapid strokes that set your teeth on edge every time you’re feeling the thickened, solid inches of his cock. And, sure, your boyfriend was rude and he fucked even ruder- but right now, it was in such rapid-fire strokes that your eyes damn near popped out of your sky. “There’s- mmm, there’s definitely something.” You just didn’t know why; harder than usual, more feverish. 

A particularly hard jackhammer that leaves your mind dizzy at the volume of squishy, syrupy precum swirlin’ around your insides. “Ya think?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that he was fucking you almost animalistically. He pounds you into the ground like he’s trying to make your body remember the pattern of the carpet- unable to even make it to the bed- unable to even tease you as he usually would. 

Unable to do anything but glue his swole, sweetened tip against your cervix and watch you whine. “Oh- oh my god-”

“Heh, ‘Kuna’s’ just fine, mama.” Ah, there was his usual mean talk. But you can’t help but note that something in his gruff baritone sounded more…raspy. More ruined.

And Sukuna’s biting his pearly-white canines into the shell of your ear like he’s trying to stop that lecherous tremble of his voice. Trying to stop himself from speaking his next words- “Or- or how’d you think about- hah…the father of your kids?”

“Oh-” Spittle drips from your mouth like a gloss now. And your jaw drops as your fuzzy brain finally connects the dots: of what occurred at the store just earlier, and…this.

The way that Sukuna’s large, bulging tip throbs at the mere idea. He’s catching the realization in your hazed peripherals and shovelling his long cock into you even deeper to stop you from saying a word about him. “Yeah? Yeah? Ya like that- hah, idea, brat?” He’s hissing, grumbling. “So what if I fuck a kid into ya, hm? One that looked just like me?”

Your entire body shivers, goosebumps raising at the notion. “Sh-shit is that what you want, Kuna?” Babbling stupidly, your pupils criss-cross with every sloppy drag of his prolonged length. “To get me pregnant now?”

“What I want?”

Something in the way he says it almost makes it sound like he’s seething. Like he’s in disbelief, Sukuna thrusts up into you so hard that the curve of his ballsack hits your treacly cunt with a pointed thwack! 

And he’s poking into you so deeeeeply, longingly bruising his vein-covered shaft against your every hidden cranny. “Mama- oh, mama, you have no fucking idea.” Then he holds onto your waist and angles your hips just right to smack-smack-smack your g-spot with his flared ridge. “I don’t wanna just get ya pregnant, silly girl.”

“Oh- ngh.”

“I can’t stop until I get ya pregnant.” Manhandling your spine to arch into his plush, puckered pecs. It wasn’t just enough to have his cock repeatedly bashing in your womb, he snaked up one hand and bent you backwards into him. So your head lolled behind you, and his mouth crashed into yours- “I need to. Need to fill you all up. Fuck you all full with my first kid. Have you be called ‘mama.’ To have a cute lil’ son that looks, heh, just like me. I can’t- can’t—”

The globular crown of his shaft pulses, hotly-red and glistening with so much of your slick. Wadded pre that streams out in place of cum (for now.) One of his hands slither down to cup your slickly glimmering pussy, pinching your clit with thick fingerpads.

“S-soon we’ll have to go back to the store.” Letting off a splosh of stringy precum that spurts out with a primal squelch. Almost a premonition.

“W-we do?”

And then he’s letting out a small gurgling sound that nearly sounded like a whimper. “Mhm, in about nine months so they’ll really be able to see my kid.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Quiet ones…

“M-maybe a son with your personality, pretty.” Ino drawls out, spittle lining his pouty, puffy mouth. “And a d-daughter with my cursed energy- oh, maybe another son, too…”

You don’t know what’s gotten into him.

But he’s certainly pumping himself into you, again and again. With his ruddied, glistening tip swabbin’ your tight orifices- and after each stroke he only seemed to be getting more honest. More pussydrunk.

Gurgling out primally from the back of his throat, “And then oh, I hope they all have your p-pretty eyes and your pretty smile.” Ino damn near giggles euphorically at the thought, his hands groping underneath your ass cheeks to pull you in closer. “But they’d be the cutest kids ever if they look anything like you, sweetness.”

“Oh, f-fuck, Taku—” You’re throwing your head back, nails digging into where they were clasped on his deltoids. “You’re so serious-”

“I am.” Leaning in. Gravely. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You’re struggling to get out, through the sheer pressurized force of his constant hits. And they were just so accurate, too, just spearheading against your g-spot with the globed edge of his shaft. “I th-thought you were hah- half-joking-”

“I’m dead fucking serious, pretty.” Ino’s molten eyes widen, pink lips tilting upwards. “You’re not leaving this bed until I get you pregnant.”

That’s what it was - that’s what it was supposed to be. Just a joke where you’d pondered out loud that you n’ him would make some cute kids.

You just didn’t think it’d end up with you in a damn mating press of all things- with your limp limbs sliding down the small of his toned waist. Ones that he’s promptly pulling upwards even tighter, shovelling his bulging tip with a wet thwack! “Yeah…cute…the cutest kids.” Almost like a damn mantra, he’s repeating it over and over.

He could already see it - with you all round n’ glowing, or you holding a kid that looked like the perfect mixture of the two of you, you underneath him trying to stay quiet as you beg for another one-

“O-oh-” His sweaty head drops, falling into the crook of your neck with a groan. And Ino’s gliding a hand down your front, his pearly whites biting into your skin just to stop himself from cumming right then and there. “Have you thought about baby names a-already?”

“Baby names?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, “Right now?”

“Mhmmm, we’re gonna need enough for every kid m’gonna fuck into ya, pretty.” Ino’s large brown eyes nearly beg, plead. 

He’s fucking upwards into you like he’s daring you to get a word in edgewise, just planting the cutest squelching kisses at the back of your pussy. Once. Twice. Thrice. “And t-trust me-” So pussydrunk by now that he couldn’t stop stuttering, he presses down on that lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you. “-we’re gonna need a lot of baby names.”

You didn’t doubt it.

Not one single bit. Ino’s swollen, ruddied tip squirts out a few lines of precum that wetly wash down the sides of your cunt, dribbling out in a glistening ring across his base. “And I take it that y-you’ve already picked out a few?”

“Oh, sweetness, I’ve picked out about ten.” He’s murmuring- more to himself as he runs through a few: Hikaru? Ayumi? He’s going through his list and reaching about Kaoru before he’s catching the way your mouth shapes around the name voicelessly.

As if you were in disbelief- oh, was he saying all that out loud?

He doesn’t feel a single shred of regret at that. In fact, he’s only tunneling his long, veiny cock into you even further to dumbify you enough to stop you from thinking, spank after spank of his incredible hips that leave your eyes heart-shaped, and your mouth drooling.

To which he softly kisses the dampened corner of your lips, and then spits.

“But, of course- you’ll be the one p-picking them out, sweetness.” Lovingly cooing down at you, Ino grits his teeth as he feels your clamping get even greedier. Needier. Closer. Almost until it was hard for him to pull out after each recoiling thump against your cervix, “Momma’s always gonna have first pick after, hngh, all.”

He’s then slithering a free hand down to pinch your perky clit, sending sparks running up your spine.

You’re bawling from both pairs of your lips, “I-is that so?”

“Mhmm—you don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing. Okay, pretty?” Just drawling out, with sloppy drag after drag that he’s honing out to hit your sweetest spots perfectly. “Just gotta t-take everything I give-” At that very moment he’s splashin’ out a particularly voluminous wad of buttery pre. 

Letting it swirl around in time with the way he rolls circles on the top of your clit. Again and again.

Ino plugs up the end of your pussy with all his syrup- as if a precursor for something more, something later. “Just gotta get p-pregnant. And then m’gonna take gooood care of you, pretty. Gonna massage you, spoil you, soothe you, anything you e-ever want. Take care of our lil’ ones, too.” And then he’s hitting your g-spot so hard, your clit so hard in a sudden spank. “And then m’gonna hafta ask you for another, please?”

He’s asking you for another while not even having become a father to your first.

Yet.

And at that very moment you’re hitting your sudden high, Ino’s cock pumping a few splatters of creamy cum as you do. Again and again and again- he’s been holding back for soooo fucking long. And he can focus on making your high the best it’s ever been on your next round- right now, he’s more concentrated on stuffing every inch of your womb with his cobwebs of cum.

Splattered everywhere, drenching the sheets underneath in an ivory puddle as you clench.

You feel him hit your g-spot at a precise peak of your own orgasm and you gasp- “I-I think it might just- ngh-” Feeling his sploshing waves dribble in and out, get thrusted furiously in and out. “-have taken…really.”

“Oh?” Ino pants, his hazy eyes nearly closed in his bursting high. And even as he fucks you thoroughly through your wave of bliss n’ leans back, you could still feel the ribbons of his sap stream outwards. Like it’s never-ending. “S’that so? Good.”

And lovingly - so lovingly - Ino plummets his bulbous cocktip against your womb.

“So…baby names?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - HEIR!

“G-get pregnant-”

“Toru, ngh-”

“Fuck, I need you to get pregnant, sweetheart.” In the dimness of your bedroom (the lights had long since shattered, the power in this entire ward of Tokyo gone) Gojo leans in and you swear the sides of his blue eyes have lightning bolts flickering out of them.

Pure fucking desperation.

He’s caressing his trembling hand down your body first and then his, letting the cool wave of reverse cursed energy mend any injuries possible. And he utters- “I don’t just want it.” Even closer. “I need it.”

Something at the back of the strongest’s voice breaks, and you feel goosebumps take over your skin.

“F-fuck.” 

Gojo’s plump, reddened tip sticks against the doorway to your womb for a second, and his pupils flare even wider as he’s taking it alllllll in with the power of his Six Eyes. “Oh, it hasn’t taken yet, sweetheart.”

“Still not yet?” You’re moaning out, feeling a little crazed. Because it’s simply been hours by now. Hours. And you have half the mind to knock at the doors of all those elders that put the idea of an heir into his mind, and tell them to deal with Gojo Satoru gone…feral.

Absolutely rutting, he’s pushin’ his wide cockhead into your cervix and letting off a crazed giggle at the way the poor end of your pussy bruises. You whisper, “S-Satoru?”

He jolts like he’d just heard your voice.

And then he looks up-

Oh.

Fuck.

His eyes. Ravenous. You were never letting him attend another jujutsu society meeting ever again.

You’re limp under his superhuman strength, and it’s like Gojo doesn’t even realize just how harshly he’s holding onto you. Manhandling you down. Bending you into such a filthy fucking mating press that it makes your heart race, with your knees hitting your tits and Gojo’s maw catching yours in an open-mouthed kiss. 

“It hasn’t taken yet, sweetheart.” He’s hissing out like a broken record, nose crinkling at the sudden clench of your velvety walls. 

And before you can gurgle out a single word, he’s pumping his ravaged, aching shaft inside. Hitting your womb with a sudden bang! It sets your teeth on edge and your fists curling in on themselves.

Only for him to push again and again and again, you swear he’s hammering out just about three thrusts in one sultry second. And his pink orifice drivels out a line of creamy sap that adds to the mess sploshin’ inside you. “Hasn’t taken yet, hasn’t taken yet h-hasn’t…”

Reverse cursed energy buzzing once more as he’s pressing a hand down on top of your cumflated tummy and feeling. 

“Still hasn’t taken n’ I n-need to-” And then he’s softly rolling his thumb over your clit as he usually would - usually. Except, this time, he’s letting his jujutsu go wild sending vibrations through your sensitive nub. 

You’re sobbing out at the pure force of his thrusts, every passing second making you feel more and more light-headed. “Satoru, are you even okay?”

“Do I look okay, my wife?” Gojo’s snowy brows pinched, something crazed behind his dilated pupils. And he’s genuinely asking you for an answer, genuinely letting his strong body twitch any time you’re letting off a pretty noise, as if that was enough to overstimulate him even more than his constant rutting.

Animalistic.

Half-gone, he’s squirting out a wad of webbed precum and nearly whines as he watches the slick line trail towards the entrance to your womb. All puddled up at the end of your cervix- “Sh-shit, and you’re telling me it s-still hasn’t taken, Toru?” After so long? After so many hours?

After Gojo’s practically rubbin’ his long, aching cock raw on your slippery folds.

“Well, n-not yet…” And there was something about the way he said it that makes your pussy clamp down on his rovering, thickened cock. Your husband takes it headlong like he predicted it- and you’re wondering if he actually did have that power, unlocking an entire new side to him, once he raises his free set of slender fingers and starts counting.

You whimper, feeling your thighs shake uncontrollably, “Wh-what are you…”

“Just watch, sweetheart.” Staring right through your womb like he thought you could see, too. He’s timing a countdown under his breath—“One.”

Clamoring for purchase on any point of his sculptured body, his shoulders, his tensed abs. “Shit- shit, it feels so-”

“Two.”

You’re throwing your head back with a strangled squeal, his targeted vision making it so easy for Gojo to press against your sweetest spots. To push. To pump. To—”Three”—send you over the edge.

Your high bursts out like never before- each one stronger than the last, and Gojo’s just carnally pushin’ you through each wave of bliss. They’re taking over you until you can see nothing but white, your entire body left at his damn mercy.

“It- it-” And Gojo could see every peak of it, so he was accurately bashin’ you in whenever it mattered the most. Again and again. 

Loooong, probing strikes- so many, so hard that he barely even realizes when he’s reaching his high too. For the strongest - the all-seeing - he couldn’t even register that.

Not until his creamy seed drips out of you in pearly dewdrops, slathering the tops of your folds in a gluey few layers. He lets it all slosh ‘round inside of you, purposefully making the filthiest mess that soaks his curly white happy trail and leaves his skin glistening.

More and more and more.

So many miry ribbons of it that you feel plugged full, a second coating of sap taking over your cunt. It just felt so good to have his liquid heat filling you up like this.

And then Gojo glides his hand down your front and flinches- “Oh.” You look up at him. “It took.”

“O-oh-” Before you have the time to properly register it, Gojo raises his slick-glazed fingers in the air and snaps them once. And as soon as you blink, you’re realizing that you’d changed positions- that you’d ended up with your back against his prominent pecs, your head against his collarbone, his back against the sheets, strong arms under your thighs.

You’d found yourself in a full nelson now - his cum pouring out of you like a fountain, Gojo’s eyes still locked on your tummy from behind. 

Analyzing. 

Did…did he just teleport the two of you? You don’t think he even realized-

Wrecked. 

Gojo Satoru sounded absolutely, positively wrecked as he speaks, “So…d’you wanna find out whether we’re having a daughter or a son, my wife?”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Strict parent

“So, we think I’ll be the strict parent and you’ll be the-”

“Sh-shit, Hiromi-”

“Awww, now I have to start again, angel.” The dark-haired man nearly pouts - mockingly, with his fingers ruthless on your clit.

For just about the nth time that night, he’s halting his motions just before your oncoming orgasm. Edging and edging you to the brink of your high- and then immediately taking his roughened fingertips off of your sensitive nub.

And you swear you can nearly sob, straddling Higuruma’s muscular waist and attempting to pathetically bounce your hips backwards into his rovering digits, his cock. At a standstill as he babbled away his dreams of having a child with you- getting you pregnant.

All after that damned fight at Shinjuku that left his life flashing before his very eyes. And him realizing that one of his very favorite moments was one that hadn’t happened yet - having a cute lil’ family with you.

Higuruma lets his thumb slide up your folds, parting them easily to push down on the button of your clit. He’s watching as you cutely squirm, “Anyway- guess I’ll be the strict part, hm? And you can be the cutie that spoils them.”

“Yes- yes-” You’re whimpering, breath hitching as his globular mushroom tip starts thrusting upwards. “Please, baby-”

“Orrrr I dunno—” He’s meanly drawling out, “-guess you’re too spoiled yourself, hm? Like-” Dark, glistening eyes dipping downwards to gaze upon where your flooded orifice was being stretched out just right. “-this?”

And just then he’s fucking up into you. Hard.

The entire length of his long, veiny cock reaching for the roof of your pussy, his globed shaft presses deep against the cervix of your cunt and then some. Then drag-drag-draaaagging down to let your tight hole feel his sensitive slit.

Again. 

And again. And again and again and again- you’re just seeing stars on the needy cadence of his cock. “Please- yes yes yes yes just like that-”

“What did I say about being spoiled, hm?” He’s raising a dark brow in amusement, lightly swatting your clit in punishment. “My needy angel-” Another spank. “Needy pussy.”

You’re huffing, throwing your arms over his shoulders and letting your hands run through his short raven hair. “And whose fault is that?”

“Ah ah- getting too mouthy-” Another - harder this time, and yet, not even a fraction of his strength. He was simply rendering your head woozy, with your hips bouncing back restlessly into his cock. “-unless ya don’t want to cum, sugar…”

“I do, I do!” Panicked, you attempt to gnaw down on the insides of your cheek to stop all the back-talk, just in case he decided that this next orgasm was a good time to stop, too. To edge you.

But, of course, Higuruma can’t have that, either.

And faster than you can register, he’s jerking his muscular thighs upwards at a constant pace to help bounce you along. Hitting the globes of your ass against his slowly-reddening pelvis with a plap! “Then again…” He’s grinning, “-how fun it is to make you beg, my angel.”

“You’re just- hck!” Babbling out as he swipes his thumb between your pussylips, tender strokes of your clit suddenly turning into the rudest bashes. “-just plain mean, Hiromi.”

“That I am, sugar.”

And he was fucking you like it, too.

Like he was going insane any second he wasn’t deep inside you and throbbing his red, thickened cockhead against the start of your womb. If he wasn’t making you feel every inch of him - leaving your brain devoid of any thoughts but ones with him, you, n’ a kid that looked like a mix of the two of you. 

Your tastebuds sizzle with spittle as he pokes against your g-spot, perfectly having mapped you out. And you shake once he does a lecherous lil’ slip and slide to rub down it perfectly, “Sh-shit I’m just so- ngh! close.”

“Oho?” His face darkens into something more predatory, “So…if you wanna cum then tell me what parent m’gonna be?” Just teasing you.

He almost didn’t expect you to prattle out with your spit-slicked lips, “The- the mean one.” Needily annoyed, because your orgasm was so close- and yet, he was slightly slowing down his pace, just to watch the way you greedily bounced back into him. “I just- hah, fuck! You’re gonna be the one that ngh, gets all huffy about homework and curfews and—”

“And?”

Entranced. Hypnotized by that drunken look in your eyes, the way your pupils seemed to turn into hearts whenever he hit that one spot just right. “N’ still love ‘em soooo much that you beg me for another.”

“Fuck.”

And you were damn right, too.

For that—you’re being given another few spanks onto your cunt, hard enough that you’re letting your head loll backwards. Taken over by so much pleasure that you’re hurtling straight towards your long-awaited high. 

Flashes of it taking you by surprise, your body shakes on top of his as he pounds you viciously through it. Holding you through each peak- “Yeah- yeahhhh, cum f’me then. Since you deserve it so much-” Yet another spank, “-spoiled angel.”

“Fuck- ngh–” You’re furrowing your brows - barely, even. “You’re close, too, Hiromi.”

“And that I am.” 

Echoing his very same words from before, you’re way too drunk on his cock to realize when Higuruma’s letting his back shift further down the bed. Pushing your face into his puffy, prominent pecs, and his weepy cock just bursting with the first few droplets of his cum into your womb.

Rough thrusts, rougher pushes of his wettened dollops of seed.

Higuruma’s lips break out with the meanest grin, “And now, for the fun part.” As his syrupy warmth, wads of slick cum start to fill you up, he whispers. “You’re gonna make the best momma.”

A/N. Apologies for the slight lateness babygirls G*ogle D*cs tried to delete this TWICE-

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