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[madamechrissy]

Mdni - ❥ Qifrey and his breed kink

Qifrey has a bit of a breed kink.

Just a bit, when you bend over a certain way in front of him in the kitchen, and he catches sight of the pretty heart shape your ass makes in that pretty night gown.

A rare time without the Atelier full, he can't help but feel himself throb at the thought. Tip just leaking white underneath those white robes, you peek back curiously, smiling just a bit at him as he imagines filling your womb with him, problem is he's never even touched you aside from hugs, lingering caresses.

Now all he wants to do is shove your nightgown up and slide his cock inside

How wet would you be? Though he dislikes getting wet, he cant imagine your slick coating his cock wouldn't be perfect. He has seen it, peering in your room when he shouldn't, palming his cock like a pervert, you would never know he watched you toy pathetically with your cunt.

Oh, he could teach you so much.

"What is it, something on me?" You ask, just a bit nervous as that hauntingly blue eyes peers right down your tits, barely concealed in the nightgown.

You have come here to help him with the girls, but every moment you're alone? All you can think of is how much longer his fingers are, how big those hands are, how he'd feel -

Stop that, madness, really.

He was affectionate and kind, reserved in a way that made you achingly curious, but ultimately he seemed rather untouchable, though you practically felt touched. You could not help but to brush your fingertips across your own collarbone for a moment, to catch his gaze, see his lips parted ever so slightly.

"Anything wrong, Qifrey?"

"Ahem," he clears his throat just a bit, blush dancing on his own cheeks when he sees those nipples peak, and for a moment he imagines them so full, drippin' milk. How many babies would you give him? When the girls inevitably leave, surely you could fill the home-

"Nothing," he manages to smile, walking toward you now, brushing a lock of your hair back but lingering a bit, running it between his thumb and pointer finger. "Just your skin is glimmering, your body is singing to me, your cunt is so wet I can see it dripping when you bend over."

You suck in a breath, teeth biting down on your lower lip, when he looks at you in shock.

"I said that!?"

"You said that," he curses softly, turning to leave when you pause him, a hand on his back over that dark shirt that fits him too well. "Well, you're not wrong, though. I'm..."

"Ovulating."

"Mhm," he turns back around, brushing a bit of flour off your breasts, making goosebumps rise. "I'll be all right though, just... they hurt a bit is all."

"I could help," he undoes the little lacy tie there, letting one of your pretty tits beg for his mouth, his huge hand taking it over and squishing it, making you cry out. "Do you need help, love?"

You can't answer, just your eyes fluttering shut when he sucks your nipple and bending low, your hand tangled in snowy strands, thick and fluffy in your fingers. "ah!"

"Sore? Sensitive?" His voice drops so many octaves it should be scary, how deep and intense it is with that lilting accent, you just nod for your answer as he slides up your gown. "Do you not touch yourself when you're like this?"

"It was not working well," you admit, cursing then. "I mean..."

"I could help," he turns you now, bending you over and moaning at the sight, of your pretty ass on display, fingers sliding through the mess your slit is. "You should really focus here."

"Ngh!" He's shoving two fingers deep with ease despite the filthy stretch, leaning over you now, his glasses fogging with those breaths, moaning against your ear. "M-mater Qifrey I..."

"Can't reach, can you darling? Tsk, no worries," he's moving them up and down, hitting that spongy spot with ease, feeling you drip down his wrists, soaking his very sleeves as he tugs at your hair. "Why don't you cum for me, you're already taking these exceptionally, hmm?"

"Please," you're already a mess, the sounds of your squelching cunt obscene in the quiet kitchen, his free hand wraps your throat as you arch desperately. "Please, please..."

"Use your words, you can be a good girl for me, can't you?" He whispers, teeth nipping your ear, fingers putting just the right amount of pressure as the other two press up, making you dizzy. "Please what? Please don't stop? Please let you cum? Please breed this slutty, soaking wet cunt?"

Fuck.

Breed you!?

He can't say that with his long fucking fingers and his goddamn accent, while you're ovulating. "B-breed me?"

"God yes," he's lost it now, yanking his fingers out to suck your juices off them, cheeks hollowing as he wraps his glossy lips. "Want me to fill you with babies, have the entire place full of them?"

"Yes," there's not a trace of hesitation, especially when he's bending you over the old kitchen table, and the fat head of his pretty cock is running up and down your folds. "B-breed me... mnh!"

"How do we ask, love," he whispers, even as he's leaking sticky white on your dripping wet pussy. "You're making such a mess, you know, dripping on the floors? Can't talk now?"

"Please," you whisper again. "Please breed me Sir."

That earns his cock shoving inside your cunt.

Oh, you thought Qifrey would ease his cock in, inch by inch, tease you? No, his entire length fills you to the cervix, he gives you a bit of mercy when he lets you adjust, when he eases back just enough to glide in your quivering walls.

"You're perfect for me," he whispers, feeling you clamp right down. "Perfect to take all of it, love, look at you."

You're a mess when he fucks you stupid, when he has you sore and drooling, sniffling and crying from overstimulation - when he taunts you for not knowing how to rub your clit so he helps you, letting both of your fingers move together. When he's shifting you so you're on the table, and he can watch his cock move inside you.

Well that's magic, isn't it?

Seeing his own cock print in your pretty body, spitting your juices in your open mouth, pumping you full of puffy white ropes of cum. He doesn't stop there, though, no - that wouldn't be fair when you begged so pretty. He must make sure that he fucks that cum right back inside, stealing every minute until you two aren't alone anymore.

You're a trembling mess once he's made sure to plug that white, leaky mess with his long fingers in your hole, when he watches you act all sweet and innocent later, knowing you're spilling him out.

Well, perhaps it's more than a little breed kink.

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Next threesome w/gojo?

this is for my bbs @yenayaps @uhnosav @martianzmars hehee

[yuemiu-deactivated20260315]

frat!jo’s ur regular hookup, but nerd!kuroo has you distracted every time… you never imagined they’d both share you one night . . mdni.

art by lovebykrkn on tt !

you’ve been hooking up with gojo satoru for months now, ever since that one wild frat party where he cornered you against the kitchen counter with his stupid charming grin and those piercing blue eyes. he’s the president of the frat house, throwing endless parties here and there, the kind of guy who pulls everyone into his orbit without even trying and who probably had fucked the whole girls population in the campus.

and yeah, the sex is good with him -mind-blowing, even, with his endless stamina and the way he knows exactly how to make you finish. but deep down, it’s not him you’re craving.

no, it’s kuroo tetsurou. the hot nerd who somehow manages to be both buried in textbooks and pulling girls left and right.

he’s friends with gojo, weirdly enough - they met through some campus club or whatever, and now they’re inseparable. kuroo’s got that messy black hair that falls just right over his sharp eyes, always wearing those fitted button-ups or hoodies that hug his broad shoulders a little too well for someone who claims to live in the library. he’s got this sly, teasing smile that makes your stomach flip, and unlike gojo’s loud chaos, kuroo’s got this quiet intensity that pulls you in like gravity.

you’ve seen him at parties, leaning against walls with a drink in hand, chatting up whoever catches his eye. girls flock to him, drawn to that mix of brains and brawn - he’s captain of the intramural volleyball team, after all, so he’s toned as hell under those nerdy glasses. but you? you’re stuck in gojo’s bed most nights, pretending his touches are enough while your mind wanders to what kuroo’s hands would feel like.

it starts innocently enough. another friday night, another frat bash at gojo’s place. the house is thumping with bass, bodies pressed together in the living room, smelling like cheap perfume and a little weed. red solo cups spilling everywhere. you show up in a tiny skirt and cute top, hoping maybe kuroo will be there - he usually crashes these things when gojo drags him out of his dorm. and sure enough, you spot him across the room, laughing with a group of girls, his arm slung casually over one’s shoulder. jealousy twists in your gut, but you push it down, grabbing a drink and finding gojo instead.

he’s all over you in seconds, pulling you onto the middle with his hands on your hips, grinding against you to the beat. “missed you, baby,” he murmurs in your ear, breath hot and alcohol-scented. you fake a giggle, letting him spin you around, but your eyes keep darting to kuroo. he catches your gaze once, twice, that smirk playing on his lips like he knows exactly what’s running through your head.

hours blur by in a haze of shots and dancing. gojo’s got you pinned to a wall at one point, kissing you sloppy and deep, his hand sneaking under your skirt in the dark. you moan into his mouth, but it’s a certain someone that you’re thinking instead of him.

eventually, the party winds down, people stumbling out or crashing on couches. gojo tugs you upstairs to his room, but he’s drunker than usual, slurring something about how hot you look tonight.

that’s when kuroo appears at the door, knocking lightly. “yo, gojo, you seen my keys? think i left ’em in here earlier.” his voice is casual, but his eyes linger on you, sprawled on gojo’s bed with your skirt hiked up just a bit.

gojo laughs, waving him in. “come find ’em, man. and hey, stick around. we were just gettin’ started.” there’s a glint in his eye, mischievous as always, and you feel your heart race. is he serious? kuroo hesitates for a second, but then he’s stepping inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

the air shifts, thick with unspoken tension. gojo pulls you into his lap, nipping at your neck while kuroo pretends to search for his keys on the desk. but you can feel his gaze burning into you, and when gojo notices, he chuckles low. “she’s been eye-fuckin’ you all night, man. don’t think i didn’t notice.”

your cheeks heat up, but kuroo just smirks, leaning against the desk. “that so? didn’t know i was your type, sweetheart.” his voice is teasing, all velvet and promise, and you squirm in gojo’s hold.

gojo’s hands slide up your thighs, spreading them a little. “wanna join? she’s got enough for both of us.” it’s bold, reckless, but that’s gojo for you. and to your surprise - kuroo doesn’t say no. he pushes off the desk, stalking closer, his eyes dark with want.

“only if she wants it,” kuroo says, voice soft but firm, looking right at you. you nod, breath catching, and that’s all it takes.

gojo flips you onto your back on the bed, peeling off your top while kuroo watches, his hand palming himself through his jeans already. “look at her, all needy,” gojo teases, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. your tits spill out, nipples hardening in the cool air, and kuroo groans softly.

“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” kuroo mutters, climbing onto the bed. he leans down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking slow and deep while gojo works on your skirt, yanking it down with your panties in one go. you’re bare now, exposed, and gojo spreads your legs wide, whistling low.

“so wet already. this for me or him?” gojo asks, fingers tracing your slick folds. you whimper, bucking into his touch, kuroo’s tongue flicking your nipple that makes you gasp at the same time.

“s-shut up,” you manage, and they both chuckle.

kuroo kisses his way down your body, nipping at your skin, while gojo sheds his clothes fast, his cock springing free - long and thick, already leaking pre at the fat tip. he strokes himself lazily, watching as kuroo settles between your thighs. “taste her first, man. she’s sweet as hell.”

kuroo doesn’t need telling twice. he spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, groaning at the sight of your dripping hole. “look at this pretty cunt,” he murmurs, then dives in, tongue flat and broad as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. you cry out, hands fisting the sheets, and he hums against you, the vibration shooting straight to your core, making your legs quiver.

he eats you out like he’s starved, tongue plunging into your hole, lapping up your juices, then circling your clit with precise flicks. spit drips from his mouth, mixing with your wetness, making everything sloppy and messy. gojo watches, pumping his cock, getting turned on at the sight. then he leans over to kiss you, swallowing your moans. his free hand pinches your nipples, twisting just enough to make you arch.

“feels good, huh?” gojo whispers against your lips. “tetsu’s got a talented mouth.”

you nod frantically, hips grinding against kuroo’s face. he sucks your clit hard, two fingers sliding into your soaking cunt easily, curling to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “oh god, kuroo—” you gasp his name, and he growls, fingering you faster while he continues to eat your pussy out.

gojo smirks, moving to kneel by your head. “open up, pretty. suck me while he makes you cum.”

you obey, mouth watering as you take gojo’s cock in, lips stretching around his girth. he’s thick, hitting the back of your throat as he thrusts gently at first, then deeper. saliva pools in your mouth, dripping down his shaft to your chin, and he groans, hand finding your hair. “good girl.. take it all.”

kuroo’s fingers pump in and out of your hole, slick squealchy sounds filling the room, your pussy clenching around him. he adds a third finger, stretching you, and you moan around gojo’s cock, the vibration making him curse. “fuck, she’s tight. gonna feel so good on my dick.”

you cum hard, shaking, juices gushing over kuroo’s hand and mouth. he laps it all up, not stopping until you’re whimpering from overstimulation. then he pulls back, chin glistening, lips swollen. “sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted.”

they switch places seamlessly. gojo slides down, lining up his cock with your entrance, while kuroo strips, revealing his toned body - abs rippling, cock hard big and veiny, a bit longer than gojo’s but just as thick. he kneels by your face, tapping his tip against your lips. “your turn, sweetheart.”

gojo pushes in slow, inch by inch, your walls fluttering around him. “still so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, bottoming out with a sigh. he starts thrusting, deep and steady, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. you wail, taking kuroo into your mouth, sucking sloppily, tongue swirling around his head.

kuroo threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you deeper. “that’s it, baby. choke on it.” spit runs down your chin, mixing with tears as gojo fucks you harder, his cock dragging against your g-spot with every snap of his hips.

“fuuuck— look at her, taking us both like a champ,” gojo pants, hand smacking your ass lightly, leaving a red mark. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”

kuroo pulls out of your mouth with a pop, stroking himself as he watches. “wanna fuck her too. switch?”

gojo nods, pulling out of your gaping cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing. they manhandle you onto all fours, kuroo behind you now. he rubs his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick, then pushes in - slow at first, then slamming home. you yelp, the angle hitting deeper, his cock bullying your poor cervix.

gojo positions himself in front, feeding you his dick again. “suck, baby. thereee we go— make me cum down your throat, yeah?”

they find a rhythm, kuroo pounding into you from behind, hands gripping your hips and ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, while gojo fucks your face, balls slapping your chin. the room smelling like sex - sweat and cum and your arousal, gagging sounds echoing along with the slapping of skin and your pussy getting fucked.

“shiiit... her pussy’s sucking me in,” kuroo groans, thumb circling your asshole. “want me to play here too? hm, angel?”

you nod around gojo’s cock, and kuroo spits on your hole, pressing his thumb in slowly. the stretch burns so good, fullness overwhelming. he works it in and out, matching his thrusts, and you feel another orgasm building.

gojo’s close, hips stuttering now. “fucking hell, baby- gonna cum— swallow it all, yeah?” he thrusts deep, spilling down your throat with a hot moan. you gag, swallowing what you can, the rest dripping from your lips. he pulls out, smearing the mess on your cheek. “haahh... messy girl.”

kuroo speeds up, thumb buried in your ass, cock slamming into you, pounding into your sopping pussy like he couldnt get enough. “cum for me, sweetheart. soak my dick... yeah, fuck— good girl...”

you do, screaming as your pussy spasms, squirting a little around his still-pistoning cock, wetting the sheets. kuroo follows immediately, pulling out to cum on your back, hot ropes painting your skin. but they’re not done.

gojo flips you onto your back again, sliding back into your pussy while it’s still pulsing. “my turn to fill you up.” kuroo straddles your chest, cock hard again already, pushing between your tits. “squeeze ’em together, pretty.”

you press your breasts around his shaft, and he thrusts, groaning at the friction. gojo fucks you rough, one hand on your clit, rubbing fast. “gonna breed this cunt,” he growls, and you whine, legs wrapping around him.

kuroo cums first this time, spilling over your tits and neck, marking your skin. then gojo’s next, burying himself balls-deep and pumping you full, cum leaking out around his cock, dripping down your crack. he pulls out slowly, watching it drip, then scoops some up and pushes it back in with his fingers. “keep it in there.”

they collapse beside you, all panting and sweaty. gojo kisses your shoulder, kuroo still out of breath. “that was fun,” gojo says with a grin. “we should do this again.”

kuroo smirks, hand tracing your thigh. “yeah, but next time, i get her first.”

gojo scoffs, reaching to the nightstand to light up a cig. “greedy shit.”

note. pls ignore how obvious it is that i had no idea how to end this bc i was literally in class when i finally decided to write it,, and this didn’t rly come out the way i imagined it either :c it was supposed to be a longer fic, but i js haven’t had much motivation to write lately. i’m so sowwy !!

[fricks]

sexbot!jjk x fem!reader series.

In a not-so distant future, robots made for ‘personal companionship’ are widely distributed. Some seem to have a tendency to… defect. Make your order wisely.

: The CHOSO Model — coming soon.

antisocial and living alone, you bend to your desires for companionship and order the CHOSO model online. when he strays from changing the sheets to instead watch you sleep between them, you start to suspect he's more devout than he should be.

^ yandere sexbot!choso x loner virgin!reader.

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: The GOJO Models — coming soon.

you’re a frequent customer at silk & static, a luxury robot sex club, and have become dutifully loyal to the high-end GOJO model. that is, until your favourite sexbot gets an upgrade, and you end up stuck between the GOJO model and his new-and-improved SATORU version—neither of which like to share.

^ sexbot!gojo x sexbot!satoru x reader

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: The GETO Model — coming soon.

you're starting to suspect your (human?) boyfriend suguru is hiding something about himself. his lack of sleep, his never getting sick, how you've never met his parents... it all starts making sense when you come across an old discontinuation notice for the GETO model who looks a lot like your suguru.

^ secret sexbot!geto x gf!reader

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: The TOJI Model — coming soon.

as a collector in the black market trade for robots with... special enhancements, you strike gold when you get your hands on a TOJI model. once used for special military operations, yours has been re-dressed and modified in ways some collectors could only dream of seeing. the only issue is, his system wasn't properly wiped—he still has his old military connections, and has no qualms blackmailing you with them for some special treatment.

^ illegal sexbot!toji x collector!reader

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: The NANAMI Model — coming soon.

as a scientist with Jujutsu Technologies, you're tasked with studying the make-up of a defective robot, the NANAMI model. weathering your poking and prodding, he seems to insist he's working just fine. it’s when he escapes from the facility and shows up at your house to prove his sentience that you think you might have a problem on your hands.

defective sexbot!nanami x scientist!reader

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: The SUKUNA Model — coming soon.

the SUKUNA model is a myth. some fucked-up scare tactic that anti-robot activists have pedalled to scare the masses. still, everyone knows the story of the alleged sexbot-turned-monstrosity who gained consciousness in the middle of an experimental trial and escaped, though not before killing every scientist in the laboratory. people say he'll be back one day for the man who greenlit it all. it's a good thing your husband, the CEO of Jujutsu Technologies, insists that you haven't got a thing to worry about.

^ escaped sexbot!sukuna x CEO's wife!reader

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and after everything, he's still just a machine.

i feel like i need to put a disclaimer before any of these drop: i detest ai with every bone in my beautiful body. fuck them robots! this time ur just doing it literally

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a JJK special

✧ GOJO SATORU #𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 1 ᴏᴄᴛ

✧ TOJI FUSHIGURO #𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 5 ᴏᴄᴛ

✧ RYOMEN SUKUNA #𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌 9 ᴏᴄᴛ

✧ KENTO NANAMI #𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 14 ᴏᴄᴛ

✧ SUGURU GETO #𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈 19 ᴏᴄᴛ

✧ CHOSO KAMO #𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐂𝐀𝐌 23 ᴏᴄᴛ

✧ VARIOUS #𝐂𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐃 31 ᴏᴄᴛ

[cum-hub]

‘𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: monster fucking (look at him and his monster cock and tell me), light fem-dom, switch!pyramid head, size kink, monster size cock and balls, pain kink, pyramid head is kind of sadistic but realizes he could break you so he shows restraint, taunting/teasing, wall sex, mating press, cervix fucking, cream pie, finger in the ass, hints at a second round, light degradation, he talks a little bit

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: heyyyyy, Pyramid head hardcore smut?👀👀👀

@lov3rbody his hands in this gif the things it's doing to me

Gliding the tip of his massive cock head along your slit. Nudging your clit, on the thick, soft ridge of his head. He’s painfully head, his tip flushing red, thick white pre-cum oozing out.

Lining him up, bracing yourself, he’s too big but you wanna ride him anyway. “You’re doing so good for me.” He whines, barely placated by your words. Squeezing your hips, wanting to indulge in the wet, hot pleasure your cunt gives his aching cock.

Sinking your hips down, your sloppy cunt struggle to stretch for him. Gliding his tip in, clenching, getting off on the pleasurable painful burn of being split wide open. “Fuuuccck!” He massive, muscular body trembles beneath you.

Pyramid Head raspy moan go straight to your cunt. Shallowing bouncing your hips, you can feel the ridge of his head tugging your cunt. He’s too big to slip out with ease and it’s making you wetter. Having such a massive cock to play with your cunt.

Pulling your hip down in time with his rough thrust. Panicking your cunt is about to break from his thick, hard cock going deeper. You’re impossibly full, his cock head hitting your cervix making your mind go blank.

He will fuck you into a mindless cock sleeve and make your sloppy cunt gap with his cum dripping. Despite how much you want it, you cry loudly, running from his cock.

There's a rumble akin to a growl. He quickly ruts up, Shoving every painfully hard, throbbing veiny inch into you. Grabbing his hard biceps, digging your nails in, whining. "Too much."

There is a rasp from lack of use which is fading more demands he makes. To where he can sound utterly patronizing, “Cry, louder.” Taking delight at hearing your pained cries as you struggle to handle his cock.

Clenching his throbbing, veiny cock, shifting your hips. There's a puffy vein rubbing your sweet spot. Lifting your hips, gliding your sloppy cunt on his veiny cock. Your thighs trembling,

Leaning down, softly kissing his hard pec. Dragging your nails down his abs, rolling your hips slowly. Pyramid Heads's massive, muscular body quivers. His deeply defined and scarred abs clenching.

He lets you go, grabbing your headboard behind him, and crushing it quickly. The veins on the arm momentarily bulging. You're getting off on overwhelming him with a gentle rock of your hips. Lightly gliding a couple thick, veiny inches out.

There's a pleasurable painful jolt when his head rubs your cervix. Your toes curl, clenching his waist with your thighs. Crooning, “Nnn fuck me your cock is too fat," Grabbing your waist, standing up, quickly shoving you against the closest wall.

Pinning your legs back by your side. Leaving you powerless, trapped to a wall with Pramind Head looming over you. Unaware of how he sees, yet determined he is watching your cunt take his cock.

He pauses with half his head in, slowly rolling his hips forward. You can't squirm with his massive hands pinning your legs to the wall. "It's only half." Trying to glare up at him he roughly rocks forward.

You cry loudly, scratching his chest. Pumping his hips, slowly picking up speed with every other thrust. You can't run away, and you can't decide if it's more pleasurable or painful to have his large head threatening to push past your cervix.

Could he? With as much strength he has and how big cock is Pyramind Head might be able to.

"Nnng annn fuck!" His loud raspy groans make your cunt flutter around his veiny cock. Sliding your hands up his large pecs, over his broad shoulder. Digging your nails into his thick arms, biting your lip when he flexes.

You hold back your moan for mere seconds before he catches on. Keeping a steady, quick pace whilst fucking into you harder, bruises your cervix. Your body tenses, and you can't fully process the intensity of the pleasure just barely overlapping the sweet pain.

Your toes curl and your eyes blur with tears. The moment one slips down your cheeks, he has his hand around your neck. Taking you off the wall, fucking you roughly on his cock like a toy. Using his firm grasp on your neck and hip, your stomach bulges with every hard thrust.

"Take it little slut." You shouldn't have shown him some of your good porn. Hearing his raspy voice calling you, "My pretty cock-whore." is too much. You're cumming on his cock. Your body tingles with intense bliss.

Your spasming cunt, soaking his veiny cock, pushes him over the edge. Thick warm cum shots from his cock, in short, quick bursts you can feel hitting your cunt. When he isn't balls deep.

A couple more pumps and he pulls out whining in overstimulation. Laying you down on the bed. Where you lay in pleasurable bliss, trying to catch your breath. Admiring Pyramind Head looming over you, breathing heavily. His cock still hard dripping cum.

Closing your legs, he grunts pushing them open. Spreading your lips apart, stuffing his thick cum as he drips out. Clenching his fingers, moaning, rocking your hips when he brushes your sweet spot.

He grabs his cock, slipping his fingers out and flipping you over. Spreading your cheeks apart, smearing a slicked-up finger on your asshole. "More?" Gliding his thick finger in, whilst splitting your sloppy cum filled cunt open with his veiny fat cock.

Oreo’s m.list

[pillbaby]

camboy!suguru who, when you first met him as your new roommate, seemed so put-together. he was always meticulously dressed, spoke in calm, measured tones, and his side of the apartment was impeccably neat. he even offered to split the chores evenly, which felt like a godsend after your last chaotic living situation.

camboy!suguru who, despite his outwardly composed demeanor, had a secret. a very loud, very active secret that emerged most nights after midnight. you'd lie in bed, trying to ignore the rhythmic creaking from his room, the low moans, and sometimes, a muffled voice talking to… someone?

camboy!suguru who, at first, you thought was just a serial dater with a rather enthusiastic sex life. you even considered wearing headphones to bed. but then you noticed a pattern: no one ever actually left his room in the mornings. it was just him, always alone, always looking a little more tired but also oddly content.

camboy!suguru who, as much as you hated to admit it, you found yourself getting off to. it felt shameful, but it was so easy to get pent-up as a busy college student, and online porn just didn't hit right. it was too overly dramatized for your taste.

camboy!suguru who, by contrast, felt real. his groans were soft and sensual, and you could never help dipping your fingers into the waistband of your underwear. it was a little hard to look him in the eye the morning after.

camboy!suguru who, you noticed, had a particular brand of energy drink he consumed by the case. they were always stacked neatly in the fridge, and he'd go through at least three during his nightly sessions. you found an empty one in the living room one morning, tucked under the couch cushion.

being a good roommate, you decided to clean up after camboy!suguru. as you reached for the can, your fingers brushed against something hard and plastic beneath it. you pulled it out. it was a small, high-quality camera, still warm, with a blinking red light that indicated it had just been recording.

camboy!suguru who, holding the camera, your heart started to pound. you knew it was his — it had his initials etched subtly on the side. but why was it under there? and why was it still recording? your thumb, almost on its own accord, hit the playback button.

camboy!suguru who's face filled the tiny screen. he was looking directly into the lens, his eyes intense, his breath coming in ragged gasps. he was shirtless, glistening with sweat, and… and he was stroking himself, slow and deliberate, his long fingers wrapped around his hard cock.

camboy!suguru who, in the video, let out a deep, drawn-out moan, his head thrown back as he looked away from the camera, clearly close to climax. the angle of the shot, the way he was positioned — it was clear he was on the very couch you were now sitting on, thighs clenched. your couch.

camboy!suguru who's video you quickly paused, trying to slip the camera back under the cushion, just as you heard his bedroom door open.

camboy!suguru who walked into the living room, locking eyes with you. he glanced at you, the camera in your hand, and the surprise in your eyes. with a tilt of his head, he gently asked if you were alright. like you didn't know. like he didn't know that you knew.

camboy!suguru who took the item from you, placing it on the table. he walked towards you, and by instinct, you stepped away, until the back of your knees hit the couch. leaning over you, he tilted your head up. he didn't say anything, and neither did you, as his hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against him.

camboy!suguru who laid you down against the cushions, pushing his length into your wet cunt, smiling as you desperately tried to adjust to his size. he elicited gasps and moans you never knew you were capable of, pushing you past your limits until you were a panting, trembling mess.

camboy!suguru who easily made you cum twice, before flipping you onto your stomach. he was gentle, but demanding, insisting that you could take more, even when the edges of your vision grew hazy from fatigue. he rewarded you with kind praise, and kinder kisses; enough to let you forget that you'd be rendered immobile for the next three days.

camboy!suguru who pulled you to his bare chest, his face glowing from that post-sex sheen. his breath warm against your skin, he promised he'd send you the link when it was posted. he didn't lie — "taught my stunning roommate the consequences of snooping around."

[taka-makki]

i hate it here. | oikawa toru

✎ angst (?)

✎ n! reader

sometimes i just never feel like im enough. when will i ever be good enough for you. it hurts seeing you move on as if it never happened. what about us. i cant let go. please just tell me again, why. making you mine is impossible. i love everything you do. did i ever mean anything to you. countless nights ive spent dreaming about you. the stupid shit im willing to sacrifice for you. i know im dumb but i love you. it didnt have to end so soon. its too hard to let go. laying in bed without you pains me. its so fucking empty. your warm touch isnt there for me. its all for you baby. where do we go now that youre gone. 

i know it isnt much i just have major writers block atm, im sorry.

[taka-makki]

look like me? | yo shindo

pt. 2

✎ fluff / little angst (?)

✎ fem! mom! reader

✎ parent! au

✎ older! au

Shindo sat there in complete shock. Her face. The little light that shimmered in her eye, he hasn’t seen that in forever. Those plump rosy cheeks he used to pinch. A beautiful smile. Being with her was like a movie. He missed it.

It’s been almost a month since he saw the two. They never left his mind. Everyday he would just sit in bed, thinking of her. The pain of seeing her again physically hurt. It was as if someone was torturing him. Why couldn’t it just stop? It hurt so much. Deep breaths. His mind wondered off to whether changing the past would affect how it was now. If only he could go back.

“Shindo? You need to come out.” He had been in his room for 3 days. Nakagame knocked softly. She held a bowl of okayu. Shindo didn’t respond. She knocked again, nothing. He could hear creaks in the wood floor slowly echoing farther away. Tears trickled down his soft, heated cheeks. Dullness in his eyes. Emptiness.

He wiped his tears and sniffled into his sweatshirt. A little spot of sunshine peaked through the blackout curtains. His chest felt heavy. Heart aching. Memories of them together came back to him piece by piece each day. Why did he ever let go. Giving it all was the only thing he could do. Everything he did was for her.

7 years ago....

“ Please don’t go...”

“I need you...”

Shindo packed all the drawers with his clothes in it to his suitcase.

“Baby I’m sorry, things didn’t work out how I planned.” His eyes were watered to the brim. Shindo continued to pack his belongings in a rush. She held onto him, no space in between.

“I love you, p-please you can’t go!” Tear drops stained the loose gray shirt he was wearing. She sat at the edge of the bed holding on as tight as she could, believing that he would be able to escape. “It’s not alright...but we will find our way promi-” Shindo gripped her arm and shoved her off.

“I love you. I love you a lot.” He gazed into her eyes. She could feel the emotions dart through every part in her body. Shindo took one more glance at her face, beady, small, bright eyes filled with tears, mouth gapped open, before leaving out the door. [Name] just sat there with an empty expression. No ability to move. He left with no reason. He left before she could even tell him. [Name] focused her vision down below her chest. A warm hand lay on it, gently rubbing in small circles.

Present...

Shindo unlocked the hickory, brown, wooden door. Step by step out . The kitchen and living room were undisturbed as usual. The dimly lit area made it harder for him to make way around the living space. A pile of dishes stacked up in the sink beginning to mold. “Oh god what the hell is that smell.” A look of cringe on his face. He sprinted to the front door for some fresh air. Shindo considered going for a little jog past the park, it was nice outside. 

“Mommy! Look! Its a ladybug!” Sohan squealed like a small frivolous mouse. His baby smile reached to his eyes, almost as if they didn’t exist. The sun shone brightly, a hot summer day.  Sweat beads dripped down [Name]’s forehead. Cold water and ice cream sounded perfect at this moment. 

“Sohan! You wanna go and get some ice cream baby?” He widened his eyes,a lopsided grin appeared on his face. Sohan zoomed to the sidewalk, wind pushing his hair back. A tall muscular figure was in the way. 

Shindo jogged past the neighbor hood park. He had forgotten his sunglasses back home and just ended up squinting. The sun was too much for him. He absolutely hated this weather. Shindo could hear small, running footsteps in front of him but didn't take that to mind. THUMP  A miniature human bumped into him. Besides being completely blinded by the sun, he kneeled down by the kid. “Hey, sorry. Are you ok?” 

“ITS YOU! I thought you’d look different by now ummm...” A familiar voice rang into his ear. The kid. [Name]’s kid. The one that looks like me. 

“H-how do you even-” 

“Sohan! Honey is everything alright?” [Name] rushed to his aid. She glanced at Shindo with anxious eyes. 

“Its you again..” 

hihi! sorry again for taking so long with this. i am starting to lose interest in bnha but i will continue writing for it (might take longer). i can take request for other animes/kpop! thank you! 

-unedited 

tags: @kotakingly​ @sonotvic​ @capricorn-nightmare​ 

[taka-makki]

Can you do a sequel to “you look like me” I need it. K thanks... I love you btw

aaaaaaahhh im so sorry 🥺 i am working on it n if you have any suggestions on what you want in it please tell me so 🥺👉👈 thank you so much ilyt 🥺🥺<3

[taka-makki]

me | katsuki b. preview

The way her eyes would glimmer under the moonlight. Her slightly damp locks, the silhouette of an angel. I never wanted this to end. Maybe if time froze then we could be together forever. We lay on the ground, paralyzed. Not a single bone could move. The embrace of her honey-smooth arms around my waist was all I needed. The stars are more beautiful when I’m with you.  

hihi !! I haven’t posted in months and i’m so sorry about that. I am currently working on a new series and this is just a little snippet of ch.1 

thank you thank you !! 

[taka-makki]

here we go again | bakugou katsuki

✎ fluff

✎ bakugou katsuki

✎ cute

“here we go again, i kinda wanna be more than friends...” the strums of his melodic cords echoed throughout her room. dim pink lights illuminated the shape of a lump in the sheets. a bright light could be seen beneath the blankets. 

“so take it easy on me,” every smile he flashes, millions of heartbeats begin once again. out of everyone in this app, she loved him. only him, katsuki bakugou.

“I’m afraid you’re never satisfied.” the gaze of pure confusion on his face, lip piercing, nose piercing, just everywhere.

It ended into another loop. Here we go again.

[stvllioner]

Hi lovely! This is a long shot but hey. I remember reading this au series a few weeks ago in which y/n was a drinks waitress at club U.A. and she served a group of boys called The Elite Six or something (Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, etc). I think it was setting itself up as a Bakugou fic but I can’t find it anywhere or remember who wrote it. Considering you are the queen of MHA/Bakugou fic, I’m putting my faith in you to help me 🙏🏻💖

here yee here yee! i have the fic~ does it so happen to be on ao3 and one of the most amazing things to graze the bnha fandom? if so, it should be nightclub au! if not we can try again?

[muchani]

{❀} 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 ➠ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤.

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊.

WARNING(S);

angst, suicidal thoughts, beating, mentions of anorexia,                                       a pov change (sorry!), profanity, not proof-read

(if you are sensitive to these topics please don’t read this.)

───

“katsuki, i love you.”

“ah..”

that was always his response, either that or grunting. he never really told you that he loved you back, and you didn’t really know if he did.

it was fine, though. you knew he was dense, so you didn’t really bother him about it.

that’s how you always thought. you had this ‘half full’ mindset that attracted people to you. always looking at the positives in situations. it never occurred to you how much your personality could hurt you.

the way he treated you; it was horrible.

he never really spent time with you. even if he was free, he would choose to go and hang out with other people.

he never acknowledged you in a room, even though you would. you would go up to him with a big smile on your face while his frown deepened.

he’d sigh, mumble a few incoherent words as he pushed you off him.

this would happen contentiously , and you had always kept that big smile on your face, not caring that he blew you off.

someone did, though.

Keep reading

[taka-makki]

sorry for not posting anything lately :( I just lost inspiration and I don’t have any good things to write. feel free to send in request! 🥺💕

[1one1yinsomniac]

Hey don't worry your not the only one almost half of the time I don't know what to draw and I have an animation series to make but I don't have motivation to draw the characters. So don't worry keep pushing at it and you'll find find some inspiration one day just keep believing :D

[taka-makki]

sorry for not posting anything lately :( I just lost inspiration and I don’t have any good things to write. feel free to send in request! 🥺💕

[sassycolortheorist101-blog]

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* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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